Chapter 5

Harry strode up to Draco's room, DVD player, TV, and movie shrunken and in the pockets of his robes. He had a small feeling of apprehension. For what, he really had no clue. He found himself in front of Draco's door, and before he could knock, it opened.

"How did y-" Harry started, Draco stood up, cutting him off.

"I have wards of course. Now, before we get started, I just want to make a few things clear. We are watching this movie together. It is not a date. Just a get-together," Draco stated. Harry stared at him in surprise for a moment.

"Of course it's not a date. Why would you say that?" he asked, adjusting his collar slightly.

"Because it's Friday night and people would think otherwise. Mind you, people are stupid, but that's what they'd think." Draco paused for a moment. "Do you have it with you?" he inquired impatiently.

"Oh, yeah, where do you want me to set it all up?" Harry asked, pulling the various electronics out of his pockets. Draco pointed to a coffee table that sat across from a sofa. Lucky Head Boy, Harry thought. Gets his own living room even.

In a few minutes everything was in place.

Draco sat in a big green armchair across from the TV, trying to hide his anticipation. Anticipation of what? the voice asked. The movie or something else perhaps? Draco hit himself in the forehead, trying to pound the voice out. Harry noticed and raised an eyebrow questioningly.

"What are you staring at, Potter? Put the movie on then," he ordered. Harry paused for a moment, thinking. "Why aren't you putting it on?" Draco inquired, becoming impatient again.

"Got any popcorn?" Harry asked.

"Popcorn?"

"Yeah, it's a muggle food made from corn kernels and it's really fluffy and you eat it when you watch movies," Harry answered.

"I know what it is, Potter, but no, I haven't got any," Draco retorted. He was starting to get annoyed.

"Oh well, I'll go get some, be back in a minute," and Harry went out the door. Draco let out a huge sigh.

"Merlin, that boy is almost insufferable! How did I ever think this would work?" he asked no one. Harry returned ten minutes later holding a bowl of fresh popcorn. Draco breathed in the scent. It'd been awhile since he'd had any. Harry set it on the table, and grabbed the remote for the DVD player. He sat on the couch and fiddled around with it a moment before the opening screen appeared. Another few moments and the movie was playing.

"Herm?"

"Ron, you know I don't like that nickname."

"Mione?"

"That one either."

"Herm-own-ninny?"

"RON!" Hermione threw a cushion at him and it hit his face hard. "What is it?" she asked, slightly huffed.

"Where's Harry?"

Ohh.. Hermione knew exactly where Harry was. Not that he'd told anyone. But she was Hermione Granger and she knew everything. Well, almost everything. Dumbledore knew everything, but that's not the point. She thought for a second, not sure how to answer.

"Shacking it up with Malfoy?"

"Ha ha," Ron replied sarcastically. "Seriously, where is he?"

"I don't know, why?" she asked, wondering what he could possibly want.

"He's not in Gryffindor Tower then is he?" Ron asked, glancing about the common room.

"No, he's not," she answered, getting antsy. What on earth could Ron be talking about?

"Then, erm, we could, er, make use of the dorm room," he coughed, getting up from his chair and standing in front of the stairwell. Red flushed his cheeks. It was adorable as hell.

"Oh," she smiled. He may not be the king of eloquence, she thought, taking his hand and following him up the stairs, but he is mine.

Draco was salivating so much, it was getting harder to keep up his mask of containment. Jareth, the Goblin King, was almost (Merlin forbid) sexier than David Bowie himself. He had just entered the nursery where Sarah's baby brother had been moments before. That hair and costume looked oddly familiar.

"I've brought you a gift," came Jareth's silky but evil voice. Draco jumped out of his chair in surprise.

"Holy shit!" he cried, startling Harry.

"What is it, Malfoy?" Harry asked, shaken up a bit.

"He was in my dream! This was in my dream! Except he had black hair, and.." Draco trailed off, realizing he was giving his private thoughts away. Then it hit him. He'd dreamed about Harry. Harry had been Jareth in his dream. But how could he have dreamt this scene when he'd never seen the movie?

Harry looked at him with a bewildered expression across his features.

"But the Goblin King doesn't have black hair," Harry stated, quite puzzled. Draco mentally sighed with relief. Thank Merlin Harry was SO incredibly thick. It would never occur to him why Jareth had had black hair in Draco's dream.

"Nevermind, forget it," Draco said sharply, sitting back down in his chair. His mind wandered for a little while before it settled back on the movie before him. On screen, Jareth had the baby, and was dancing around with the goblins.

"Dance magic dance!" he crooned, dancing quite provocatively. Come to think of it, Draco really did want to dance. It was such a fun song. But there was no way he would dance in front of Harry like that.

For awhile things were fine, until the Wild Things came on. What odd little creatures, taking off their limbs and chucking them about. How is it that I never realized how uncomfortable this chair was? Draco asked himself silently. He shifted about, swinging his legs over the armrest. This worked for a bit, but then his legs went numb. His eyes glanced over to Harry, sprawled out on his back, looking extremely comfortable on the couch. Well, why should he be comfortable when I'm not?

"Potter, switch seats with me," Draco demanded. Harry looked at him for a moment, then shook his head.

"No, I'm perfectly comfortable where I am, thank you," he scoffed.

"Dammit, Potter, switch with me! This chair is bloody uncomfortable!"

"Then why do I have to sit in it?" Harry whined.

"Stop questioning me and switch!"

"No!"

"If you don't get off your lazy ass, I will sit on your stomach! Now get up!" Harry didn't budge an inch. This just made Draco angrier, and true to his word, he got up and sat on Harry's stomach.

"Oomph!" Harry cried under the sudden weight. "Get off me!" he yelled, trying to breathe deeply.

"Are you going to move then?" Draco asked, trying to keep a firm seat atop the wriggling Harry.

"No," he replied defiantly, warranting Malfoy to push down with all his weight. "But we can share the couch, so get off me!" Harry quickly added, pushing Draco off finally. He scooted to the right side of the couch. Draco got up off the floor and dusted himself off. He sat on the left side, putting his feet up on the coffee table.

The movie went on and Sarah found herself being wooed by Jareth quite expertly. Draco almost sighed when the Goblin King sat on the windowsill, circling the crystals in his hand before sending them off like bubbles. However, Draco was still uncomfortable. He wanted to lie down, but that would mean touching Potter, who absolutely refused to move.

"Potter, go sit in the chair," he ordered.

"I don't want to!" Harry replied.

"Fine then, if you won't move," Draco said, grabbing a pillow. He set the pillow in Harry's lap and proceeded to lay his head sideways on top of it, acting as if this was nothing out of the ordinary. Harry stared down at the blonde in surprise. What was he supposed do now? Malfoy was in his lap, sort of. There was no place to put his left arm. Cautiously and slowly he set it down upon Malfoy's shoulder, hoping the other boy wouldn't flinch.

Malfoy didn't flinch. Harry sighed with relief. On screen, Sarah and Jareth were dancing in a dream ball.

"There's such a sad love, deep in your eyes. A kind of pale jewel opened and closed within your eyes. I'll place the sky, within your eyes," Jareth sang, as they waltzed in circles. Draco sighed dreamily, obviously wishing he was in Sarah's place. Harry's left hand wandered and found itself stroking the silver-blonde locks softly. Draco tensed slightly.

"I'll paint you mornings of gold, I'll spin you Valentine evenings, though we're strangers till now, we're choosing a path between the stars. I'll lay my love, between the stars." Such poetry. Draco turned his body so that he was staring upwards, oblivious to the raven-haired boy above him. Harry blinked a few times, a strange feeling washing over him. Such normally piercing eyes, looking so soft as they gazed to the ceiling. Draco's gaze faltered and switched to Harry's questioning green ones. What the hell was happening?

"But I'll be there for you, as the world falls down," sang the TV. Draco closed his eyes, a peaceful look upon his face. Finding himself leaning downwards, Harry pressed his lips to Draco's ever so gently. They were so soft. So warm. What was he doing? Harry's eyes opened in panic, lips still attached to the other boy's. He was about to pull away when he felt a hand upon his neck, tugging him closer. Harry's eyes closed again. The lips underneath his began to move, and he found himself responding. A tongue pleaded entrance, and he granted, wondering why in the world he'd never done this before.

Meanwhile, Draco's mind was bouncing off the walls. Who knew Harry could snog so well? Was Harry a snogging-virgin? He seemed to know what he was doing, but there was still some clumsiness on his part. Ahahaha, Draco laughed in his head. If he is, then I have popped his proverbial cherry! Wait, he kissed me. Oh well. I'm his first. Maybe. Probably. Oh shut up now!

It seemed like forever when Harry finally pulled away, a dazed grin on his face. The grin faded quickly though when he suddenly realized what he'd been doing. He didn't seem to care that he had been kissing a boy, no, that wasn't it. It was Draco Malfoy! Holy shit! What am I getting myself into? his thoughts run amuck, and before he could think, Harry had jumped up (knocking Malfoy to the floor) and ran out the door.

Draco found himself getting up off the floor and dusting himself off for the second time that evening. He was extremely confused. Had he just made out with Potter?