Author's Notes: WooT! Chapter Four! This should be fun, sorry it's been so long since the last update, but hey I've got school to attend don't I? Please R&R

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter etc etc, I do not own BlockBuster etc etc, so please don't sue me

Chapter Four: New Clothes and Movie Night

Ron sat down at a bright golden oak table, and took a deep sip of his tea. Ron had aged gracefully into a handsome adult, his hair no longer a flaming red more like a ...flaming auburn? Ah hell who are we kidding? He still looked just the same; skinny, tall, pale skin scattered with freckles. He was just a larger version of the Hogwarts Ron.

He lifted up The Daily Prophet and read a few pages, before looking out the bay window that lead directly from his breakfast nook into the kitchen window of Harry's house.

Ron saw Draco poking around looking alittle lost. Ron knew that snooping was wrong, but he still didn't really trust Malfoy completely. For the past few days he had noticed that his best mate, and his supposed boyfriend had been avoiding each other. And on the rare occasions that they did cross paths they traded what looked like a few harsh words and then went to opposite sides of the house.

This morning things went a little differently. As Draco was searching through the pantry, Harry had entered the kitchen. He was about to walk out when Malfoy spun around.

Ron couldn't hear what they were saying, but by the way Malfoy had sauntered up to Harry it looked as though he were asking for something. Harry had almost fallen for the blonde's puppy dog cute face, but then he asked Draco something. Draco's face became a blank stare………Harry returned the blank stare, after a few more moments of no one talking Harry threw his arms up in the air, and shouted something that obviously set Draco off. For the next five minutes only the muffled sounds of a rather loud argument could be heard, till finally Harry apperated to work.

Ron took another deep sip of his tea before heading off to work. He smiled to himself thinking 'today was a good day, another step closer to the ferret moving out.'

Draco was seething, all he had done was ask for Harry to make breakfast, worked the big silver eyes look, and he was so damn close! But oh no he just had to ask, 'So does this mean your sorry?' Um I don't know if any one told you are not, but Malfoy's do not apologize, Draco thought to himself.

It had been a few days since Harry had stop making meals for him, and the blonde was starting to get hungry. If saying he is sorry is the only way to get a decent meal…screw it…he would just starve. Draco had decided as he turned to leave the kitchen. Just then his stomach growled…not a very sexy sophisticated sound.

"I'll just have to find a way to make it appear as though I'm sorry with out actually having to say it…how I do that?" Malfoy said to himself. "Well saying sorry...makes people feel better, so … what would make me feel better."

Draco pondered on this for a good hour and this is all his mind could come up with:

A hot girl

A hot guy

Or new clothes.

Well he could just as good as mark out option (A) because there was no way Harry was straight, Did you see those gold pants…that he ACTUALLY wore out in public?

The same could go for (B) because he could not pay a man whore enough money to try and force anything up a bum that tight.

So he was left with (C)...Hmm well Potter could use some new clothes, it wouldn't hurt anything. So Draco marched up stairs into Harry's room and opened his closet.

"Dear Lord…it's …so…FLAMING!" Draco shuddered and began pulling out red pleather short shorts after short shorts and rainbow coloured tees, throwing them out the window.

Hermione was staying home today; she planed to catch up on some reading. She had gone to one of her many book shelves and pulled out a rather large dusty book. She glanced out the window and saw nearly all of Harry's not so attractive wardrobe being thrown out the window into the trash bin below.

"Thank God!"

Now that the dirty work had been done, all that our lovely Slytherin hero needed to do was…find some way to pay for all the new clothes he was going to buy, and a way to get to that muggle…oh hell what's it called…Mall! Yeah that's it…the mall!

Draco was standing by Harry's dresser, when he noticed a small silver coloured piece of plastic. After further investigation, he found that it had Harry's name on it and the name of some bank.

'Well banks have money in them…and this looks familiar…didn't the TV call it a credit card? Well I guess I could pay with this... And no one needs to know about it… hehehe!' He thought as he slipped the small card into his pocket.

Draco searched around the kitchen finally stumbling upon the telephone book, and called a taxi.

The car was cramped and uncomfortable, and the ride to the mall was no better. Draco told the taxi driver to wait out side the mall for him. He seemed to not care that the driver was leaving the timer on.

Harry sighed form behind the counter of the quidditch supply store that he worked at. So far all the customers that had come through were snobby rich kids, and blonde minor league players. For some reason he thought that God was playing a cruel cruel joke on him. Harry sorely hoped that Draco had done nothing at home, he was on his last nerve and didn't think it would last very long.

Draco already had at least five very large very heavy bags by the time he had walked into his last store for the afternoon. He shifted through piles of polo's, he picked up a deep green one and turned to the nearest employees,

"How do you think this would look? On a bloke about aye tall, broad shoulders, not that great looking, green eyes, black hair, kinda tan?"

He spent about a good three hundred dollars in that store alone and left with three more large heavy bags.

When he got back to Potter's home he put all of Harry's new clothes away…and the one or two things that he had gotten himself. He thought he deserved it, for being so nice.

Harry got home late that evening, walked straight past Draco who sat in the living room, and went straight to his room to change into some comfortable clothes and then pass out on his bed. As he opened his closet only to discover that...his clothes were gone, and some one else had gone and put theirs in his closet.

"What the Hell!"

"Oh, I…got you some new clothes today, I hope you don't mind. Yours were not…. Looking so hot?" Draco said from the doorway.

" What… well…Thanks?" Harry blinked, not believing his ears. Did Draco Malfoy…just do something nice for him?

"Don't mention it, so um, I was wondering …do you feel like making some dinner?"

Now Harry got it, this was his way of saying he was sorry. Hmm that's kinda cool, every time he fucks up I get new stuff. I just hope he didn't throw away my red shorts.

"Alright, I'll be down in a minute."

Harry changed, then came down stairs to make grilled chicken, potatoes, squash, and a salad. ((A/N my god I am starving…ERG! I need food!)) All was going well until Harry started to wonder how the hell did Draco get his hands on muggle money?

"Um, Malfoy if you don't mind me asking, how did you pay for all of this."

Draco coughed alittle into his glass of water. "Um… well I found this credit card thing upstairs…and I used that to pay for the clothes and the taxi." now Draco attempted the innocent whistle.

"You...used my credit card…how much money did you spend?" Harry closed his eyes and took deep breaths.

" Um…round about…nearly a good thousand…I was trying not to spend too much."

"…One thousand dollars…How the hell did I get stuck with you?"

"You mean I didn't tell you?"

Harry lifted his head, "Uh, No you didn't."

"You didn't think I was just staying here for the kicks did you? Well I'm here because of witness protection."

"What?"

"Well you know how Dumbledore is the Chief Wizard of the Wisengamot? Well I was playing witness against some rather stupid violent people. So Ol' crazy professor tells me to hang out at your place till everything is sorted out."

"What the fuck did you witness?"

"Well at one of my parties Gregory had a little too much fire whiskey, and well raped Vincent. It was funny as hell…well it seemed like it when you're totally wasted, but yeah...So it's all Goyle's fault that I have to live with you."

All of this was too much for Harry, a thousand dollars gone, and Draco testifies against his apparently rapist friend. Harry needed a nap. So he got up with out saying anything, and went to bed.

The next morning Harry was next door sharing a cup of tea with Hermione. He starting making a point of not being in the house while Draco showered, ever since their close encounter.

"I don't think I can stand it much longer! I mean...a thousand dollars! And that's when he was watching his budget! I don't spend that much on clothes in two three years."

"Well Harry, no ones ever really complimented your clothes have they. You should be glad that some one cares about your appearance. As for money, it's not like you ever spend your muggle money, so why not let him buy you some thing with it?"

"Well yeah, but still, it's like…I don't know if I can stand to have him around. But its not like there's anything I can do about it. It's like I'm stuck in a house with some one I can't stand. Wait I am."

"Now Harry don't say stuff like that!"

"And he always leaves the guest bed room such a mess…"

Hermione cut him off, " You're making him sleep in the guest bedroom! Harry James Potter! How could you! That's it you are going to TRY and reconnect!" 'Mione shook her head, "The guest bedroom!"

"Well I don't see anything wrong with him sleeping in there, except for the fact that he's kind of a slob..."

"Harry I very much doubt that Draco Malfoy is a slob!"

…

"Okay your right he's not and it's killing me! The room is always clean, the bathrooms always clean when he comes out of there, I mean it's like he doesn't turn on the water when he showers there's no water on the floor and ever thing is spot less." Harry ranted enviously; I mean who wouldn't want to be clean and sexy?

"Harry your just going to have to calm down and stop being mad at him for his…faults? I think you should do some thing with him, when was the last time you two went out?"

"Um...a few days ago when we all went out together."

"Harry! Sigh No wonder Draco's been getting on your nerves, he's bored, you need to spend an evening together, why don't you go to the movies or something."

"Well I don't know about going out to the movies, but I guess I could go rent some?"

"EEEP! That's even better, cause then you'll be in the privacy of your own home! That's an excellent idea Harry!"

"Well thank you!" Harry sat there basking in the rarely handed out praise from Hermione Granger.

"Well, what are you still doing here, get your little ass out to that Block Buster and rent some movies." Hermione grabbed Harry by the shoulders and pushed him out the door.

Once he was gone Hermione sighed and took a deep sip of her tea. "How on earth does Harry plan on having a healthy happy relationship, if his not even willing to sleep in the same room as Draco!" She shook her head and went to clean the kitchen.

Harry returned home later that evening with several movies. He didn't really know what Draco might be into so he ended up grabbing something from every genre. He was a little bothered at how easily Hermione was upset at the fact that Harry was not happy having to share his house with some one he didn't really like.

He walked into the living room and set the movies down on the coffee table, and threw his jacket on to the back of the couch. Harry headed up the stairs to ask Draco if he wanted to watch some of the movies with him. HE knocked on the guest bedroom's door.

"Malfoy? I um rented some movies and was wondering if you wanted to watch them with me."

Draco opened the door looking like he had just woken up. His hair was slightly messy, but still cute, and he was in blue plaid pajama pants and had on a large heather grey T-shirt. Harry was shocked to find out that he didn't wear designer clothes ALL the time.

"Um…what's a movie?" Draco asked as he ran a hand through his hair.

"It's like, a TV show, but longer. I really can't explain it any better then that, but trust me I think you'll like them."

"Well, I'll have to check if my schedule is clear for the evening." Draco said, if it is like TV it couldn't be that bad could it? " Alright I guess I could move a few things around.

The two sat at opposite ends of the couch as they began to watch Comedy after Comedy, SiFi after SiFi, Drama after Drama, Anime after Anime. But each time one of them would get up to use the rest room, put in a new DvD, re-fill the popcorn bowl, they would sub consciously move closer to the other.

By the time they had put on the horror movie it was late at night, the room was pitch black except for the light coming off of the TV screen and they were sitting next to each other. Draco was sitting criss cross ((A/U applesauce)) on the couch and Harry had one arm resting on the back of the couch, lounging back. HE had already seen this movie a hundred times, and knew what was going to happen at the end, and he didn't want to look like it scared him.

It was nearing the end of the movie, the infamous scene were the seemingly dead serial killer jumps up from the ground and stabs the babysitter.

Draco jumped and landed nearly on Harry's lap. Their faces were less then an inch away from each other. In Harry's tired state of mind, Draco's lips looked positively inviting just sitting there so close to his, so Harry just thought Oh Fuck it! He leaned in and pressed his lips against Malfoy's. He carelessly and hungrily kissed Draco, not believing how some one so seemingly cruel cold hearted and bitter could taste so sweet.

He finally pulled away only to have Draco stare at him and say, "When you're done molesting me I'd like to see how the movie ends.

Despite his words, Draco didn't move form his place onto of Harry.

Author's Notes: So there you have it ...chapter four! Did you guys like it? I really hope so, I think this is the longest chapter yet. Though I do think the story could do with some more smut, don't you all agree? If so REVIEW! If not...REVIEW...if you don't care either way, and have no clue why you read this far in such a shitty story…REVIEW!