A/N: ok I got excited and decided to go ahead and post a second chapter tonight. As always, I hope you enjoy. I've got another fic out there, Don't Force A Friendship, for those of you who are new to me. Please review. Much love.

Draco and Harry stood at the door to the great hall, both late to arrive to the feast after having to debate how they should handle everything. It was agreed that they would say that they had gotten together on the train, after Draco appeared in Harry's compartment and the two had realized a mutual attraction. They even laughed over deciding to add juicy details about how they had been unable to keep their hands off each other once Ron and Mione had left. It was also agreed that Harry would answer any unforeseen questions because as seen on the train, he thought well on his feet. Harry offered Draco his arm and with a small smile and a quick glance at Draco, pushed open the door to the great hall. It appeared that they had missed the sorting and the meal had already begun. As the two walked to the Gryffindor table, they had decided that Draco wouldn't be safe at his own, complete silence fell. Draco was unnerved and looked at Harry, wondering how he could stand being the center of attention until he realized that it was almost always like this for Harry. By then, they had reached the table and Harry was ignoring the shocked looks of his friends as he put food on his plate and Draco's. Draco wondered how Harry knew what he ate, but was more preoccupied with the hand that Harry had just placed over his to ask him.

"Harry, what the hell is going on?" Seamus was the first to question him, and with his question, everyone else at the table joined in.

"Yeah, are the rumors true?"

"Are you and the Ice Prince a thing?"

"How could you choose a Slytherin?"

"Forget, Slytherin, how could you choose Malfoy?"

Harry just paused for a minute and said, "Yes, the rumors are true and I don't want to hear about how he is a Slytherin or anything of the sort. This is my decision and as much as I love having you all here to monitor my life for me, this is really none of your business."

The entire table looked shocked.

"Draco, if you are finished would you mind if we left, I seem to have lost my appetite."

"Ok, emerald eyes."

"Nice touch in there with the "emerald eyes" bit."

"Yeah, well I figured it might loosen you up a little."

"Sorry, I just hate that everyone feels the need to keep track of my every mood and then question every decision that I make. I don't go around asking them if they are sure that they are dating the right person. I don't go around telling them that they aren't eating enough or asking them if they feel all right every five seconds. I mean, they are great, but you'd think they would eventually learn to trust my judgment."

"Harry, you are the only hope they have in this war. You are their savior and you have to understand that they would sacrifice anything for you because you are the only way their world can survive."

"I know, I'm ungrateful, but they just don't understand how misplaced their faith is and how lost I am. I mean sure I've accepted everything, but I don't know what I'm doing. I've made a few speeches about maturing, but I'm not ready for this."

By this time, they stood outside the Gryffindor dorms and Harry realized that he didn't have the password.

"Great, we'll have to wait for the others to come up."

Oh well, at least I get to spend some more time with Harry. Ok, I need to chill. I've been faking dating Harry for a few hours and here I am obsessing over the time I've spent with him. I don't even know if he likes me, this is too fast. He could just be honestly trying to help me. But why does he always initiate the touching and what about in the carriage, when we were alone, but we were holding hands. Not to mention the spark I feel every time we touch, he has to feel it too. I don't get him, he is so different. Except for that brief moment, he exudes confidence and doesn't take anything from anyone. He even talks differently, he doesn't stutter and he's not unsure, he says what he says and leaves no room for interpretation. I don't know him, but he's driving me crazy. Draco looked at Harry, who was leaning against the wall, eyes closed. Look at his lips, they are perfect, I just want to brush mine against them and run my hands over his face, and his neck. I bet he tastes really good. The sounds of students coming up the stairs reached them and Harry pushed himself off of the wall. You know I could convince him to kiss me to prove we're dating or something stupid like that.

"Harry, I don't think people buy that we're together."

"What do you think we should do? I mean I've tried telling them and touching you when people are around."

"Maybe we should let them find us kissing…"

Harry thought about this for a moment. I don't know if I can hold myself back. Just holding Draco's hand was enough to make my stomach do strange things. I don't care; I want to kiss him. He's beautiful and I might not have the chance again.

"Come over here."

"Why?"

"Well, if I were kissing you, you would need to be leaning on the wall so as not to fall down."

"Confident are we?"

"Very. Not to mention, I have first hand knowledge of it happening."

The first student reached the portrait of the Fat Lady and gasped, in front of him were the two infamous enemies of Hogwarts, kissing.

Not seconds ago, Harry had leaned forward and brushed his lips against Draco's and now he was slowly applying more pressure, leaning more into the kiss as Draco's arms snaked around to begin running up and down Harry's spine, leaving his skin tingling. Tentatively, Draco licked the bottom of Harry's lip and forgot that they had an audience as the overwhelming desire to sample Harry replaced any thought in his head. His tongue asked for entrance into Harry's mouth and Harry not only complied, he welcomed Draco with a soft groan. Their tongues mingled inside their mouths and both were oblivious to the crowd that had gathered around them. Harry was the first to break the kiss. He pulled back slowly and with a parting peck on Draco's lips, reached up with one hand to brush a strand of Draco's hair out of his eyes. With that one intimate gesture, Draco melted. The only thought left in his brain was how right Harry had been about him needing the wall.

Harry was the first to speak.

"I'm sorry for being such a jerk at dinner; it has been a long day. Can someone tell me the password?"

"What about Malfoy, he's standing right there."

"I'm going to tell Draco anyway as I'm sure we'll be spending a lot of time in my room."

"You mean the dorms?"

"No, I have my own room now because my nightmares got worse over the summer and Dumbledore decided that the rest of the guys shouldn't have to deal with me waking up in the middle of the night."

"Ok, well in that case, the password is devil's snare."

Harry laughed to himself, remembering dealing with that plant as a first year. He saw the 5th year he had been talking to looking at him oddly and so he just took Draco's hand and entered the common room.

Draco felt himself being pulled along by Harry, but still had the chance to notice that the common room was much nicer than his own. Sure the furniture wasn't as nice, but it looked warmed and more comfortable, like what he imagined a cozy den in a family home would look like as opposed to the cold living room like appearance of the Slytherin's leather filled common area. He found Harry abruptly stopping as they reached a stairway and he bumped into the brunette, unable to stop his forward motion in time.

"Ok, now what were the directions? Oh yeah, second landing, portrait of Dumbledore with Fawkes, password being…damn…where is that sheet of paper? Oh right, password being Ice Prince. Great, it seems as though the castle has already told Dumbledore about us. Oh well, Ice Prince."

A door appeared in the wall and Harry opened it, motioning for Draco to follow. The first thing they saw was a common area decorated in black and read. There were two black velvet couches with a glass coffee table between them and a note on it addressed to Harry. The note said:

Harry,

I hope that the rooms are suitable. Once you look around, you will find two empty rooms, these are to be bedrooms. If you picture what you want the room to look like in your mind that is how it will be. You will be able to change the rooms at whim and therefore they should always please you. Dobby has asked to be your personal elf and I have granted his wish, but told him to alert you of an approaching arrival by the sound of a small bell. You may ask what the second bedroom is for and this is where I had feared the difficult part would be, however, the castle has told me several pleasing things and I assume that this will no longer be a problem. The second room is for Draco. He can no longer stay in the Slytherin dorms because of his father and the ill will of his housemates. He will now join Gryffindor as the sorting hat said that was its second choice in his placement. I'm sure that you will be surprised to see that the hat felt the same houses would suit both of you. You will have two days to become accustomed to life at the castle and living with Draco. Please convey the parts of this that concern him to Draco.

Albus Dumbledore.

Harry conveyed the main part of the message to Draco and asked him if that was ok. He noticed however that Draco wasn't paying any attention.

I'm living with Harry Potter. I'm living with Harry Potter. Oh no! We have to share a bathroom. Oh yes! I can accidentally walk in on him in the shower. Oh wow! Harry, wet and steamy. Oh my god, stop thinking, Draco. Ok, ok, I am not going to be able to handle this. I hope he wears red boxers. Red is so hot. Wait, is Harry talking? His lips are moving. His lips! That kiss was amazing. How could he pull away? He is the best actor that I've ever seen. Maybe he's not acting, maybe he really likes me.

"Draco!"

"What?"

"I've been talking for five minutes with no response. What is going on with you?"

"Nothing, I was just thinking about how I was going to decorate my bedroom."

"For five minutes?"

"Well, that wasn't all I was thinking about?"

"Whatever, let's go find our rooms."

The boys walked into a hallway with two doors that opened into empty rooms. They were identical except that one had Draco's trunk inside and the other had Harry's. The boys separated and decided to decorate their rooms. Draco stopped in hi, thinking of how cozy the Gryffindor common room was and decided that he wanted the same comfort, but that the bright colors would only annoy him. He colored the walls a faint gray and the carpet a darker gray. The bed had a modern frame with clean lines and was covered in black silk sheets and a soft, black down comforter. There were two black leather chairs at the foot of the bed in front of an iron fireplace. When he looked around, he found that his room was nothing like the Gryffindor common area; it had none of the lived in look or the warmth. It was just like him, clean and elegant. It was perfect, but it made him wonder if he would ever had the potential to find one of his rooms that way, comforting. Before his thoughts could take him too far, he walked out to see how Harry was faring.

Harry had been more creative than Draco. He had created a window seat with dark blue pillows and the view showed the ocean. His lights were soft white inserts in the ceiling and there was a skylight above his bed. The bed had a rich mahogany frame with dark blue sheets and a matching comforter. He had put a desk beside the bed and given the room a walk-in closet. Next to the window seat, two plush armchairs rested with small tables beside each. The final touches included a huge mirror across from the bed that reflect the wall opposite which was dark blue with silky, thin stripes running vertically through it. The carpet was snow white.

"Harry! This is beautiful. What gave you the idea?"

Harry blushed. He had thought about Draco would look good in.

"I don't know. I just started and this is what I came up with."

"It's incredible."

"Thanks."

"What do we do now?"

"I don't know. Go to bed, I guess."

"We don't have school tomorrow."

"Oh yea, well, I'm going to take a shower and put my pajamas on."

"I guess I'll unpack while you do that."

Harry was the first to see the bathroom. It was white with fluffy green towels and the walls had thin green stripes on a white background. There was a large white marble bathtub and next to it a shower with glass doors. Images of Draco in the shower filled Harry's mind and he blushed, but he couldn't stop the thoughts of Draco without clothes from running through his mind. He wasn't surprised to find himself aroused and without further speculation, he peeled his clothes off to find that he hadn't noticed the mirrors surrounding the bathtub. He hurried into the shower and turned on the water until a nice steam had built up. He got in and found that like in the Room of Requirement, in the shower, if you need something, it would appear. He saw that he was still aroused and not wanting to deal with that knowing that Draco was only a room away, he thought of Hagrid in a leather thong. That did it. Harry quickly washed his hair and lathered up his body. He got out, grabbed a towel and dried off, realizing that he hadn't brought any clothes with him. This was going to be fun. Harry charmed his towel so that it wouldn't fall off and strutted out of the bathroom, followed by a cloud of steam.

"Potter!"

"Yes, Draco?"

"What are you doing?"

"I just got out of the shower and having forgotten to bring some clothes in with me was forced to wear this out here. Then, I realized that I was too hot to put on clothes so I just charmed the towel to keep it around my waist."

"Oh."

"If it bothers you, I can go to my room."

"No, no bother."

By this time, Draco's face was red and his pants were beginning to fit a little too well. Harry was standing right in front of him, wearing nothing but a green towel. A green towel that was situated more around his hips that his waist, allowing Draco a glimpse of a trail of dark hair beginning just below Harry's naval. Droplets of water clung to Harry's sinewy body and his hair was falling in small pieces into his face. His tan contrasted with the towel and at that moment, Draco wanted nothing more than to walk up to Harry and lick each drop of water off him like a man dying of thirst. As these thoughts were distracting Draco, he dropped the round pillow he had been holding and watched as it rolled to a stop behind Harry. Harry turned around and bent over to pick up the pillow, leaving Draco panting. He then stretched, holding the pillow above his head and Draco drooled as he watched the muscle's in Harry's back flex. Harry tossed the pillow onto the bed and walked off to his room. Draco grabbed his clothes and ran for the bathroom.

Draco got out of the shower and went into his room to put on some dark gray sweatpants and a white shirt. He didn't hear a sound coming from Harry's room so he peered in to find that Harry was asleep next to the window seat, which now showed an empty beach under the stars. With the pale moonlight on his face, every edge of Harry's silhouette seemed sharper, but at the same time softer. With all the emotions of the day wiped off his face, the innocent look he had worn as a first year was almost discernable beneath the visage of a man who had seen too much. Draco stood there and watched him for a few minutes until he saw how uncomfortable Harry seemed. He was much too tall for sleeping on the window seat and so he walked over and gently woke Harry. Harry blinked a few times.

"What's the matter?"

"Nothing, you feel asleep by the window and I thought that you'd rather be in your bed."

"Oh, carry me."

"No, you're taller than I am. There is no way."

"Please."

"No."

"Fine, let me lean on you."

"Fine, anything to get you in bed."

"I didn't know you were so eager."

Draco blushed.

"Come on, Potter."

Harry put his arm around Draco's shoulders and true to his request, actually leaned on Draco the few meters to the bed.

"Tuck me in."

"No."

"I'll tuck you in tomorrow night."

Somehow, that prospect appealed to Draco.

"Ok."

Harry got into bed and Draco pulled the covers over him and tucked them around his chin.

"Goodnight."

"Hey, where's my goodnight kiss?"

"Your what?"

"My goodnight kiss, you know the traditional "I hope you sleep well" goodnight kiss. It's very important, without one you can't say that you've been truly tucked in."

"This is getting ridiculous," Draco said, but secretly he was pleased that Harry would ask for a goodnight kiss.

Draco leaned over and placed a very swift kiss on Harry's cheek and walked out.

"Goodnight, Draco."

Draco turned at the door and looked at the bundle that was Harry and felt his heart constrict. Harry was adorable.

"Goodnight."