i can honestly say that chapter 8 will be out soon, cause it's in beta right now. but chapter 9, well...we'll see..

Chapter 7

Harry snapped his eyes open the next morning, very confused by his surroundings. He turned his head to the side, and saw blonde all over the pillow. His eyes widened.

"Draco," he whispered, shaking the blonde. He mumbled and rolled over on top of Harry's arm. Harry shoved him really hard, resulting in Draco landing on the floor.

"Not again," Draco mumbled to himself. "You better have a damn good reason for that, Potter," he warned, attempting to at least prop himself on all fours, but failing and thumping on the floor.

"Did we? Last night?" Harry questioned, his voice panicky.

"Obviously not. No one forgets a night with a Malfoy. And honestly, did you think I would give it up the first night? I'm not a hussy, you know," he pointed out, finally gaining an upward stance.

"That's not what I heard," Harry muttered, still discombobulated and out of sorts.

"Excuse me! I'll have you know—" the blond started, until they heard voices outside the door. There was a click, and it began to inch open. Several females were outside his door.

"Can we see his bathroom?" one asked. Whom she asked, neither boy was sure. Draco winced as another female added her 2 cents worth.

"OOH! I BET HE SHOWERS NAKED!" she shrieked, followed by an insane number of giggles.

"Ladies, ladies, please keep it down. Wouldn't want to wake him and cut short our tour," a male whispered. Colin Creevy popped his head through the doorway. His camera stuck through in front of him and it flashed quickly.

Draco gave up being still and let them all have it just as Colin opened the door entirely.

"How dare you! Creevy, you cretin! How'd you get in here anyways?" Draco demanded.

"Shit," Colin muttered. Girls filtered through the doorway, pushing their tour guide aside, oohing and aahing at the room around them. Colin began shooing the girls out (most of them first years), but not before he took a few snapshots of his own. Harry stood beside the bed, frozen like a statue. His face was confused and shocked, mouth gaping open. Very un-Harry like. Then again, this was a very un-Harry like situation.

"GET OUT! ALL OF YOU! DAMN YOU ALL! DAMN WHOEVER INVENTED 'ALOHAMORA'! GET OUT NOW!" Draco bellowed, running around his room, shoving girls out the door. Before Creevy could make it through though, Draco snatched the camera from his grasp. Colin shouted, but that's all he could do because Draco promptly slammed the door in his face.

"Mon dieu," he cried, exasperated as he leaned against the door. "I wonder how long he's been doing that. No wonder pictures of me scantily clad wound up on the internet. Bastard. As soon as I start paying attention in DADA again, I'm going to skewer him," he ranted.

Even the internet comment slid over Harry's head. Just when he thought he'd be getting his own privacy, with the war over now and everything. Newspapers had stopped caring about him as much. His name appeared in the news maybe once a month now, instead of weekly. But now this would get out. Rita Skeeter would have the best day of her life. He collapsed onto Draco's bed, ignoring the imposing figure that stood over him.

"Well, you going to say anything?"

"I think I'd better go," Harry said, getting up and brushing past Draco.

"Oh yes, run away Potter. It's what you do best nowadays," Draco snapped as the boy-wonder rushed out his door.