I just wanted to thank Mitchell for getting me to write again…oh man..it's been crazy…a crazy while. But I'm back! To write much much more! Draco: ssavvee usss! Disclaimers in first chapter.

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Chapter Four: The Morning After

/what. The. Fuck./ Harry opened his eyes. He blinked. And he blinked again. /What…the..fuck/Yeah…you said it enough times…and it'll sink in. In four…three…two…one/

"AHHHHHH!"

Draco likes to sleep. Draco does not like to miss his beauty sleep. Draco does not like loud noises. Loud noises make Draco twitchy. Draco especially does not like being woken up by said loud noises. Therefore, Draco hexed Harry.

"Now what the hell are you making all that noise for?" Harry glares as he vomits up a few more slugs. "Look –gurgle slug slurp slug slug- at your –belch- arm." And so Draco does. What Draco finds does not make Draco happy. Draco faints.

So about three hours later, having fixed the hex on Harry, and reviving Draco, the pair set off for the kitchens to enjoy their missed meals. "This is great. I think that we should take the rest of the day off, don't you think?" Draco looked around interested at all the scurrying house elves. After having their six course meal, topped off with the largest pieces of cake imaginable, (all courtesy of Dobby) the two were relaxing.

Draco looked down at the small lightning bolt scar across his wrist. "You think this is permanent? I mean…I may not have had the Dark Mark yet, but shit Harry. This is going to be hard to explain." /And whenever my mother finds out, she'll throw me a party because she'll think her baby finally got some ass/Speaking of ass/ "Sod off, brain."

"What was that Draco?"

"Nothing…just never mind."

"… Anyway, I'm afraid it's rather permanent. Here's the cool thing about a blood blond. We get mutual benefits. We can basically leech off of each other if we need to for strength and magical capabilities, but there's only one condition."

"Potter…I swear to Merlin –

"Shut up Draco; don't get your knickers in a twist. What I'm saying is that we have to keep the promise that we made to each other. This means to keep our secret from everyone else."

"Does this mean I'm going to have to keep you locked up somewhere so you don't spill it to your bleeding heart Gryffinwhores?"

Harry decided to have some fun with Draco. He batted his eyes and maintained a coy expression, "Oh I didn't know that's how you played Drakey. Of course I'd love to be locked up for you to play with. Just make sure the pain doesn't override the, well, you know."

Draco's expression was priceless to Harry. It was glazed over, but then it turned this splotchy red color, then hell hath no fury like an enraged Draco Malfoy.

An hour later, as Harry was still recovering from the jelly-legs hex that Draco had unleashed upon him, they got to talk about what was the most difficult issue at hand to deal with. Since Draco felt like listening, Harry just laid it all out. "Well…I'm gay. That worries me. No that doesn't worry me, that petrifies me."

"Dear Merlin Harry! You're afraid of coming out of the closet, but you're not afraid of the fucking He-Who-Will-Not-Get-Laid?"

"Well...I don't think I've ever heard Voldemort called that one before. Good one."

"Really? I thought it was fitting, but I think it's true. He just needs to get laid."

"What are you on? You gonna lay down and offer?"

"Definitely not! Red eyes clash with gray. The wedding photos would be all off. Can't say I'm for the body figure either."

"That's sick Dray, that's just wrong."

"Seriously though, what's so scary about coming out Harry?"

"Well, it's the acceptance thing of course. The best friends would be O.K. with it, so will the Weasley's I guess. Charlie's gay by the way, since he's the one who tuned me into myself, really."

"What do you mean by that?"

"OooOoh. Someone's possessive."

"I am not. I'm just wondering about that very abstract statement."

"It's nothing. It's just the negative press it would get. I'd be called all over the world to get interviewed, do talk shows, the like. Not to mention, I don't actually want to see a sex toy with my face being printed on it, yanno?"

Draco snorted and slung a shoulder over Harry. "Harry? To be honest, you're not so bad. But you've got a vain streak in you a mile wide." Harry's affronted look failed to stop his comment. "You care more about what people would say, than being afraid of having to save the whole damn wizarding universe."

That started them both laughing, and they left the kitchens with time to spare the last class of the day Care of magical creatures.