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Where had it all gone wrong?

It was simple enough – find Malfoy and take him back to Hogwarts where, presumably, Snape and Dumbledore would question him, and he, Harry Potter, saviour of the wizarding world, would go off back into the wide blue yonder, knowing that his one time rival was still alive and mostly well. Instead, he had somehow found himself with a slight crush on the helpless blonde (damn his hero complex to hell), and not only that, he had just done something… naughty.

Not just naughty, but outright bad, something that had the potential to get him blown into smithereens if the wrong people found out. Rabid fans not included. Harry mentally shuddered to think of how a certain potions master might react if he ever found out what had happened the previous night after a drugged up Harry and Draco had made it back to Harry's apartment.

Harry Potter, the Boy-who-lived (to-loathe-that-name), had literally humped Draco Malfoy. Or was it the other way around? Either way, Harry now found himself in a rather compromising position of lying half naked in his bed, pants undone, half covered by a warm – and dare he say, very cute looking – Draco Malfoy who was asleep with one pale arm draped over his chest.

Is it wrong to think of ones schoolyard enemy as cute? Admittedly though, Draco did look slightly better than the last time that Harry had seen him; the bruises that he had sustained the first night that they had met had faded, and he looked semi-decent for a homeless person. Harry smirked at the thought. Even though Malfoy had been living on the streets, he looked clean and didn't smell as though he may not have bathed in a while. It seemed that there were some things that didn't change if you were a Malfoy, regardless to the circumstances that you might find yourself in. Tilting his head back to stare at the ceiling, he snorted to himself.

"Oh. My. God"

Startled, Harry let out a very unmanly yelp and fell out of the bed as he tried to roll from view, nearly dragging Malfoy onto the cold floor with him. After a moment, he crawled back up the bed, rubbing at his elbow which he had hit on the floor as he fell. Looking over, he saw the gaping face of Hermione, who was staring at him, mouth wide open in surprise.

"Herm! How did you get in here! And when! And why didn't I hear you?" Completely flustered, Harry tried to pretend it was an everyday occurrence to wake up half dressed next to your one-time school rival with suspicious stains on both of your pants. Yes… everything was just fine and dandy this morning.

Finally closing her mouth, Hermione gave him a glare. "Firstly, I would like to remind a certain person that when they tell someone that they will "Be right back", it is usually taken to mean that they will actually come back, instead of disappearing out the door with a blonde attached to them like a limpet. Secondly, to answer you questions, I have a key, which you gave to me, which I only used because I was worried that you might have been tired after staying out all night, and I didn't want to disturb you if you were worn out. But I suppose you might be "worn out" for different reasons?" she said, smirking.

"Herm…" It took Harry a few moments to realise that Hermione had seen him leaving with Draco the previous night, which caused him to blush and then stare at her with a horrified expression.

"Oh, relax! Personally, I think you're really cute together!"

Okay, SO not a reaction that I had imagined from Hermione. "So, Hermione, you're not angry at me or anything?"

"Hey! Just thank Merlin that I didn't bring Ron here with me this morning! He would be having a seizure on the floor right about now if he had seen this!" With that, she burst out laughing hysterically. "Oh, oh, he'd probably do that thing where he turns a deep red and kind of makes those 'gurgle-gurgle' noises, and then he'd forget to breathe and he'd turn purple …. and …. and…. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" with that, Hermione burst out laughing and collapsed into the chair that was behind her, periodically making little gurgling noises and then laughing more.

Thank god that Ron really isn't here, thought Harry. He'd be going off if he knew that Hermione was making so much fun out of him… finally deciding that it was time to stop Hermione before she ran out of oxygen, not to mention woke the sleeping blonde up with her giggling, Harry stood up. "Hermione! Snap out of it! Are you in shock or something? Plus," he added, gesturing to the bed, "you'll wake him up." How Malfoy had managed to sleep through all the commotion that Hermione had been making he'd never know, but it would be for the best if he remained asleep for the moment.

Finally, Hermione started to calm down from her laughing fit. "I'm sorry Harry." She paused as she straightened herself up in the chair, taking a few deep calming breaths. "OK. I think it was just the shock – I just had to get it out of my system somehow. Not to mention seeing you sprawled on the floor was quite funny as well. Now tell me, how did you find him? Where? And how on earth did you both end up in your bed half naked?" Settling back into the chair, Hermione looked at Harry pointedly, raising a finely shaped eyebrow at him. "Well?"

Slowly, Harry stood up, back towards Hermione as he tried to surreptitiously do up his fly. Clearing his throat, he slowly walked over to flop over in the couch across from his friend. Rubbing his eyes, he started to tell her how after he had gotten into the bathroom, he had been pushed from behind by someone into the stall, and how Malfoy had slipped him some kind of drug, which, in Harry's opinion, must have had some kind of aphrodisiac effect, because all he could vaguely remember was lots of snogging, a taxi, and snippets of a very 'interesting' night. "And then, of course, I received a wake up call from a dear, brilliant, mad, delusional and scary friend…" Harry was rewarded with a mock-offended gasp before a cushion was thrown at his head. Hermione giggled, then looked over to the bed where Draco was still sleeping. Glancing between it and Harry, she stood up and walked over to it, leaning over to get a better view of the blonde. Looking closely, she examined the side of his face she could see and the fading bruises on his arms.

Walking back over to her seat, she gave Harry a small frown. "From what you're saying Harry, about how he slipped you that pill while you were in the club, I'd have to say that, obviously, it was some kind of muggle drug. And from the way that you were describing last night, he was probably already high on whatever it was before he slipped one to you. Given his state the first time that you found him, and from the few track marks that I've seen on his arms both times that he has been here, I would think that it's safe to say that Malfoy may suffer from substance abuse issues.

"Add that to the fact that he doesn't seem to remember any of us at all, or anything from his Hogwarts days…. well, it probably be best if we got him to Snape and Dumbledore as soon as possible, don't you? They would be the best people that could help him with his deal with his problem at this point in time, especially Professor Snape."

Hermione sure could be scary in the mornings, Harry decided. He also had to agree with most of what she was saying. Although Dumbledore may not be welcomed by the Malfoy heir in his time of need, he was always good for solid, kindly advice, while Snape had an obviously closer relationship with the young man, apart from being his head of house for so many years. The potions master and former Death Eater would be able to offer much more support and understanding than most anyone that was left alive.

Harry also knew that Snape would not begrudge the fact that Harry would take an interest in the blonde's development. During the war, the potions master had built up a certain grudging respect for the boy hero, a matter that was helped through the fact that Harry had approached him on order to take up Occlumency again and had managed to maintain his focus in the subject. Though Snape might find it odd, he would not try to sabotage his chances to become Draco's friend.

"There's just one problem with that Herm." Harry said, looking over his friend. "How are we supposed to get him to Hogwarts? I just can't just apparate us both there, could I? And we can't floo either, not that I have a connection. Flying is totally out of the question as well. Driving would probably just take too long, and I don't even have a car to drive all the way there. The best bet would be to take a train there, but do you think he would even agree to come with me?"

Hermione looked back over at him, ad contemplated the problem at hand. Finally, she seemed to come up with a suitable solution. "Never mind, Harry. The train will have to do. I'll go arrange some tickets for you two to get to Hogsmeade for this afternoon. It would be better if you got there at night anyway, so he won't be overwhelmed by the sight of the school. You, meanwhile, can go get dressed, and then try to persuade him to go with you when he gets up." Looking back over at the still sleeping blonde, she grinned and turned back. "I'm sure if he gives you too much trouble you can just use a small persuasion charm on him or something. It is important that we get him to help as soon as possible though." With a toss of her hair, she stood up and walked over to the front door of the apartment, grabbing her bag from a table as she walked past.

"Oh, and Harry?" she asked as she was just about to step out of the door.

"Yeah?"

"Don't go taking advantage of him now, you hear?"

"Hermione!" he exclaimed, blushing a bright red. Picking up a shoe, he threw it towards her, only to have it hit the door as she shut it behind her, giggling the whole way.

Draco woke up to the sound of something hitting what may have been a door, or something being dropped. Still a bit groggy, he rolled over, stretching his arms out in front of him before opening his eyes and blinking a few times as his eyes adjusted to the light.

Another unfamiliar ceiling. As far as ceilings went, this one wasn't too bad. No signs of water damage, and no suspicious stains or bits of mould growing on it. Nice and clean and free of cobwebs as well, he was slightly pleased to note.

Turning his head, he took a look around the apartment he was in, and was slightly surprised to see that he recognised where he was. It was the same apartment that he had woken up in that time that he had been attacked in the alleyway and been rescued. Sitting up, he looked around to see if he could find the owner. What he did find, however, was the fact that he was missing his shirt, and his pants were undone. Thinking for a moment, he remembered what had happened the previous night; how he had practically ambushed the man, Harry, if he remembered correctly, and how they had come back here after a heated taxi ride. Hearing some soft shuffling, he looked up.

There, over at the kitchen counter, was the owner of the apartment, apparently in the middle of making some coffee. Draco took the opportunity to study the shirtless back of the man in front of him. Hmmm, he's got nice shoulders, and he looks quite toned… Silently getting up, he softly padded over to the kitchen, right behind the shirtless man.

On closer inspection, he saw that there seemed to be a few small bite marks on the tanned shoulders, as well as a few scratch marks on his back. Gingerly reaching out, Draco traced one of the scratch marks with his index finger.

Harry had been deep in thought when he had walked over to the kitchen counter in order to make some coffee to start his day. What if Draco just wanted to leave once he woke up? Would he be able to convince him to stay? Shaking his head, he just went back to staring at his kettle, wishing that it would boil his water faster. He was loathe to use magic for such a simple task; besides, what had he bought the kettle for in the first place? Turning his attention back to the matter at hand, Harry was startled to suddenly feel a delicate finger tracing a line on his back. Quickly turning his around, he came face to face with Draco.

"Uhhhhh…… good morning?" Yeah, real intelligent there Potter!

"Morning. Sorry about those…." With that, Draco vaguely gestured to Harry's shoulders. Harry, slightly confused, just screwed up his brow in puzzlement.

"Sorry for what?" Had Draco Malfoy just apologised to him?

"For these," with that, he lifted his hand up to trace a few spots on Harry's shoulder, and Harry had to fight hard to repress a shiver of excitement. "…and these…" Slender arms wrapped around Harry, once again tracing lines near his shoulder blades. Leaning forward, Draco closed in just enough to whisper in Harry's ear. "I must have done that last night when we were in bed."

This time, Harry couldn't repress the shiver that ran throughout his body. Draco Malfoy, Slytherin sex god, the Ice Prince, had his arms wrapped around him, and was whispering seductively in his ear about what they had done in bed. This had to be some kind of bizarre, bizarre dream. Hearing the kettle boiling and the click as it shut itself off brought Harry back to his senses. Slowly disentangling himself from the blonde, he took a reluctant step back.

"Would you like some coffee? Sorry, we'll have to go out to breakfast; I haven't really got any food in the house." At this, he blushed slightly. He had been meaning to go out to do some grocery shopping, but just hadn't had the time since he was preoccupied with looking for Malfoy. Looking at Malfoy now though, he decided that the blonde would have to find something else to wear.

Walking away from the kitchen, he opened up a drawer and took out a pair of jeans and a green turtleneck sweater. "You may want to put these on before we do go out though – your other clothes are a bit… stained" Harry tried his hardest not to blush as he looked down at Draco's pants. Nodding, Draco walked over to Harry, undoing his pants as he went. All of a sudden, he stopped and laughed. Not understanding what was so funny, Harry looked at him questioningly.

"I think that this is the first time that someone has tried to get me into a pair of pants instead of out of them…"

"Oh, shut up." said Harry, walking away to the door to the apartment, blushing furiously. "There's a nice little café a few minutes away, we'll go there for breakfast." Harry waited until Draco had managed to pull on the sweater and made his way out of the door before locking the door behind him, and leading the way to the café, thinking of ways to get Draco to Hogwarts the whole way there.

Sorry, RL has been a total bitch, and work sucks! Meanwhile, have you all gone and seen Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire yet? How I would love to be Moaning Myrtle in the Prefects Bathroom... (disregarding the fact that Dan Radcliffe is only like, 16 or something) o

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