AN: I will always have to thank my reviewers. Hmm. Are you ready for the next chapter. Ok well here it is!

Previously:

When the green eyes opened and looked at him he scowled.

"Potter what the hell is going on?"

Harry gave a sheepish smile and shrugged his shoulders. "Ummmm…….oops?

Chapter 9

Draco blinked as Harry sat up hardly daring to believe. Harry was normal, and in his bed, and……….naked?

"Potter where are your pajamas and how did you get back to normal?" Draco asked bluntly and Harry shrugged again, much to the annoyance of the one beside him.

"Well, my pj's must have ripped off when I grew back" he said pulling from under the covers scraps of what was once his footie duck pajamas. "How I'm back to normal I don't have a bloody clue."

Harry gave Draco and seductive smile. "What's the matter Draco? Am I making you uncomfortable?"

The blonde's eyes widened. Was Harry being seductive? "I would think you would be the one whose uncomfortable Potter." Draco said pointing to the tent in the blankets and Harry's sexy demeanor vanished and he blushed.

"Um well I……"

"Right."

"Shut up Malfoy."

"Oh so it's Malfoy now? For the whole day you've been calling me by my first name." His comment was ignored.

Harry yawned. He was still tired and his scheming and revenge to get Pansy for what she did to him drained out of his head and he laid back down. He would handle everything in the morning, including this "'thing" he had with Draco. Had it been the beginnings of a friendship or just simple tolerance? He didn't know. He closed his eyes.

"What are you doing Potter?"

Harry peeked open an eye, annoyed. "I'm going to sleep." He said and Draco sputtered igndignantly.

"You can't sleep in MY bed?" Draco said appalled and Harry frowned.

"I was sleeping here before." He retorted.

"Well that was when you were little……" Malfoy trailed off lamely.

Harry pulled the covers over him some more. "Whatever Draco. Go to sleep." His "problem" was already fading with all the talking. Draco looked at Harry warily for a moment but sighed and settled for laying back down next to Potter and almost hesitantly he fell back asleep, dreaming of the one who slept beside him.

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When Draco woke up he was relieved to still see Harry in his normal state. He had thought it was all a dream. The magical clock in his room coaxed him up, yelling "Wake up sexy thing! Wake up sexy thing!" over and over until Draco shut it off with his wand. The clock did tell the time but it had an extra hand pointing to options like, "Time for a manicure" and "Shower day using vanilla shampoo" and even silly things like "Low supply of boxers" and low supply for a Malfoy was when he wore things more something more than fifteen times.

The clock's alarm hadn't woken Harry up and Draco could see that Harry was sleeping like an ox. He had to wake him up just as well. They had to go down to breakfast in about forty minutes.

He nudged Harry awake gently but when the messy haired boy did not stir de murmured, "Aqualius." And a stream of water shot out of his wand like a fountain and landed right on Harry's head. The Gryffindor shot up with a yowl and Draco snickered very much like the gargoyle that had pissed him off in front of the staircase that led to Dumbledore's office.

"What the fuck was that for?" Harry said and shook his head spraying Draco with water who jumped out of the bed and cursed loudly. Harry felt smug. That was what the jerk got.

Draco flicked Harry off before going down to the shower's with a change of clothes and Harry looked around Draco's room once he was alone. He really didn't have time to go all the way to the Gryffindor Common Room to get himself some clothes. He stood up and began to shift things in Draco's very full closet. Oh well, he'd wear something of Draco's.

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Draco went into the Great Hall for breakfast and sighed. He felt a little bad for ditching Potter back at his room but he was normal now. He could take care of himself. He decided on having a light breakfast and buttered and jammed a few pieces of toast and grabbed some fresh fruit. He watched revolted as Goyle and Crabbe stuffed themselves, shoveling whatever they could reach into their overly large mouths. Draco grimaced. What pigs.

"Hey Draco where's the brat Potter?" Blaise Zambini asked and Malfoy sniffed. "He's back to normal." He said simply, in a way sad that Potter want the cute little toddler running around anymore. He'd prefer regular anyway though he wouldn't to admit it to anyone but himself of course.

"He is?" exclaimed Pansy and she wrapped her arms around Draco's neck. "Oh Drakey that's great!" she said and Draco shoved her away from him.

"Don't call me that!" he snapped. Harry had called him Drakey.

He turned away from Pansy, not noticing her bothered frown. He wouldn't have cared if he saw it anyway.

The owl post flew in a raven very similar to his own raven Damien landed in his plate, bird feet squishing into his toast a letter in his beak. Draco took it and the raven helped himself to the fruit and bits of toast before he gave a sqawk and flew off. Draco had recognized the bird and he recognized the Malfoy seal on the back of the letter. It was from his father.

Forcing his hands not to shake Malfoy broke the seal and took out the letter that was enclosed in it and began to read.

: Draco,

I had received a letter from that fool Dumbledore informing me that you would not be coming home for the holidays. I have a feeling he knows of your ceremony and how this slipped I do not know. I do know this son, you'd better be on that train next week or there will be consequences.

Your father,

Lucius Malfoy:

Draco felt his blood cold. The letter was short only a few sentences but it was clearly a threat and a severe one at that. What would happen if he did not go? Would be beaten? Or worse disowned or even worse killed? His father was capable of doing every single one of them and Draco feared them all, especially the last two. Of course if he was dead he wad dead but how would he live if he no longer had the Malfoy name behind him or the fortune? He'd be just as broke as a Weasley the worse fate he could ask for.

The bothered teen set the letter on fire and watched it burn on his plate to nothing but gray ashes. He had lost his appetite. His life was so screwed. His thoughts were interrupted when he saw Harry enter and he had to do a double take.

Harry's Hogwarts robs was draped neatly over his arm. He was adorned in a silk green shirt and :Draco gulped: tight leather pants that looked rather familiar. Suddenly it hit him. Those were his clothes! The nerve of that Potter. 'I have to admit he does look delicious.' He thought and admired Harry's nicely clad ass sway as he walked to the Gryffindor table to sit by his friends, who were just as shocked. Ron's mouth was wide open, chewed food still showing and Hermione didn't realize that she was spreading jam on her book instead of her toast. Draco saw the girl Weasel blush and fawn over Harry and could see almost all of the girls and several guys drool over the Boy- Who- Lived. Draco felt a burst of jealousy course through his veins. He became even more furious when Harry looked over at him and winked.

DAMN HIM!

AN: Well how was this chapter. I hope it was okay. I kind of rushed through it. Sorry to all those who were displeased.