Chapter Three: What are you doing?

"How the-"
"I have my ways, Potter." Draco said, smirking. He looked...very muggle-like. His hair wasn't gelled up, instead it was hanging down to his chin. He was wearing a t-shirt and cargo jeans.
Pure-blood my ass... Harry thought.
Draco pushed past the boy-who-lived and started up the stairs. "Show me your room?" he asked- more like demanded.
"What?"
"Show me your room. Your aunt said you would. She's very kind," he said, walking up the stairs.
"What do you want me to do with these?" Harry asked, looking down at the suitcase and bags.
"Bring them up. God you're hopeless," he said. Harry groaned, and picked up the suitcase. He left the bags, and started up the stairs, dragging it behind him. Malfoy was leaning against the wall at the top. "So, which is yours?"
"This one." Harry said, defeated, walking into a room on the left. Malfoy followed happily, entering the room, looking around. He walked over and jumped onto the bed.
"Lovely bed Potter," he said, stretching out and closing his eyes.
"Off!" Harry yelled.
"But I'm TIRED. All that traveling; I would've expected you to know what I mean. I thought you were the nice guy Potter..." he sighed, turning over and closing his eyes again.
"But its MY bed." Harry said. He couldn't take it, he quickly pushed Draco off the other side. The blonde fell off with a loud THUMP.
Malfoy stood up, trying to look undamaged. "You could've said please."
"You could've moved."
"You could've asked."
"You could've gone somewhere else."
"Why did I come here?" the blonde groaned.
"Why DID you come here?" Harry asked.
"I hate you."
"I hate you."
"SHUT UP!" Draco yelled, looking away. There were large piles of toys all over the floor.
"God Potter, you're room is..."
Harry blushed. "I know...It's actually my cousin's old room."
"Everything is broken..." Malfoy added. "Temper, have we?"
"No, Dudley has the temper."
"And who is this Dudley?" Malfoy turned around.
"My cousin," Harry sighed. "Duh."
"I want to meet this cousin. He seems vicious."
Harry laughed. "More like cranky. He's a total suck-up."
"Really? Forget it then."
Harry froze. He was talking to Malfoy- he was actually talking to Malfoy. "God dammit..." He muttered, sitting down on the bed.
"What was that?" Draco asked, sitting down next to him.
"What do you want of me?"
"Nothing."
Harry coughed. "Whatever. You wanted something."
Draco shrugged. "Okay...I did want something..." he said.
"What?"
"Nothing...you wouldn't understand."
"What is it? Tell me..."
Draco blushed. "I can't...its..."
Harry grabbed Draco's collar and looked into his grey-blue eyes. "Tell me now," he commanded.
"I love you."
Harry starred back at Malfoy shocked. His eyes grew big, and he almost fell down. He blacked out, but then heard Draco laughing.
"Oh god, Potter. You should have seen the look on you face! That was the funniest…"
Harry stood up from the bed, and up in front of Draco. Draco stopped his laughing, and looked at Harry suspiciously. Harry got close enough to Draco, that their noses almost touched. "Yes?" Draco asked, a little scared. Harry grabbed Draco's face, and kissed him. Draco tried to move, but Harry held the shorter boy down. The kiss maintained strongly for a time neither could count, and then stopped.
Draco sat there, scared and blushing. "What in all Hell?" he asked.
Harry started laughing. "Now, YOU should see the look on your face, Draco. You're too easy." Harry giggled, and walked past the other boy. Draco shook his blonde head, and starred at Harry.
"How dare you..."
"Dunno. I'm going to take a shower now." Harry said, still giggling under his breath.
"You'll be okay here until I get back, right?"
"Of course."
"Great. See you in a bit." Harry smiled, grabbing a few clothes out of the dresser and headed out the door.
"Now's my chance," Malfoy whispered to himself, giggling. Draco had come over for a purpose- to get Harry expelled from the school Harry called home. He looked around the room for a moment and couldn't see anything of magical use. So he decided to start searching.

Malfoy had looked all over Harry's room and still couldn't find one damn thing to misuse. He decided, at last, to check the dresser. There could be something in there, he thought to himself as he opened the drawers one by one, and set searching.
"What are you doing?" a voice asked. Malfoy turned his head to see Harry, hair wet and now dressed in boxers and a t-shirt, standing in the doorway.
"Uh..." Malfoy realized he was holding a pair of Potters underwear. "It's not what you think!"
Harry laughed. "So you liked that kiss. Too bad, no more for you." He said, taking the underwear out of Draco's hand and stuffing it back in the door. He closed the door and faced the blonde, when they both heard-
"BOY GET DOWN HERE NOW!"
"What was that?"
"My uncle. Come on..."

"Ron? What are you doing?"
Ron opened his eyes and saw his mother staring down at him with a concerned look.
"Huh?" He asked, trying to sit up. He suddenly realized he couldn't because Hermione was laying across him. "Uh...er...I can explain!"
"Ron?"
He looked down, Hermione gazed back at him, yawning.
"What time is it?" she asked, and realized Mrs. Weasley was above them. "Oh.. um.. Molly! I can explain!" she squeaked.
Molly sighed and walked to the door. "It's noon." she said, and left the room.
Ron and Hermione looked at each other, cheeks burning.

Harry couldn't believe what was happening. He was sitting on the loveseat, next to Draco, who was busy watching the amazing plasma television, and directly across from him was his uncle, aunt and cousin who were squished up on the leather recliner.
"Harry, what's that thing on the...thing..." Draco whispered and pointed to a commercial currently playing. Before Harry couldn't tell Draco it was a vacuum, his uncle started to speak.
"So, Boy, who's your friend?"
"He's not exactly my friend..." Harry said quietly.
"Yeah, we're more like best friends, wouldn't you say, Harry?" Draco smiled wickedly.
"Whatever..." Harry sighed.
"My name is Draco Malfoy. I am the son of Lucius Malfoy, a very respectable wizard, with lots of money and lots of power. I have been going to school with your son for the last four years, and this year I had no where to go when my father decided to leave on his second honeymoon with my mother. Seeing that Harry had nothing better to do himself, here I am, sorry."
Harry groaned. Draco held out his hand, smiling at the fat old man glaring back at him. No way on Earth would Vernon ever shake the hand of a wizard.
"Well, Draco, there are a few rules at this house that you should know about. Harry has broken many of them, and I'm sure you don't want to make the same mistakes," Uncle Vernon said as politely as he could at the young man in front of him. Draco put his hand down and sat down next to Harry again.
"First, there is NO talk about...you people. Second there is NO magical nonsense. Third, you are Harry's guest and his guest only. You will respect me, my wife and my son, and you both will go back to your room...now."
Harry quickly stood up and grabbed Draco's hand before he could protest, walking quickly he lead his enemy up the stairs and into the bedroom as quickly as possible.