A/N: This is fun. I'm so excited about the next chapter. Hehe. I love being the author. Its fun knowing things you don't. Anyway, enough evil for today. I'll be back though. Thanks to those who have already reviewed. I'll love you forever if you do it again. Please! Much love.

Draco woke up; heart pounding to screams coming from the other room. He tried to get out of bed, but found himself all tangled in the covers and making it worse in his hurry to see if Harry was ok. He freed himself and ran across the hall to Harry's room, hitting his arm on the doorknob in the process, but not noticing in his efforts to get to Harry who was writhing in bed. He tried to wake Harry, but without success and began to worry that Harry would be injured by his own frantic movements. There was only one thing left for him to do; he straddled Harry and held his arms down until Harry stopped screaming and woke up. He shot straight up in bed, knocking Draco off his lap in the process and then reached for Draco and placed himself in Draco's arms. He was shivering and there was cold sweat on his forehead, but he was slowly calming down and Draco instinctively rubbed his back and then as he got Harry to lie down began to card through his hair. Harry and Draco both fell asleep a few minutes later.

Harry slowly woke up and was shocked to feel something warm cuddled up to his back. He didn't move as the memory of last night came back to him. He had been dreaming about Voldemort again and seeing him as he tortured a family of muggles. He had been screaming, trying to get someone to notice him, but of course in his dream no one could hear him. He remembered Draco straddling him and then he remembered throwing himself into Draco's arms. He had felt so protected in the arms of the smaller boy, like someone was finally trying to take care of him. He had never felt that way with anyone, not even Ron or Hermione when they tried to comfort him after a nightmare. Of course, Ron never held him in his arms or rubbed his back and Hermione was too worried about whether his dream was actually a vision to be a top-notch comforter. Draco had been perfect. He could feel the warmth radiating from him and he realized he'd had a dreamless sleep after his nightmare. That had never happened before. He felt the lump behind him stir and so he too began to move slightly to let Draco know that he was awake.

"Morning."

"Eh…sleep."

"You are so pleasant."

"I'm tired. You woke me up last night."

Harry was suddenly uncomfortable, what should he say. He just decided to be his normal, candid self, knowing that Draco would understand though how he knew that he couldn't really say.

"I know, thank you. I've never been able to sleep after one of those dreams before. That's another of the many reasons that caused me to finally get a room to myself and the best looking room mate on campus."

"You don't say. Best looking room mate? I'd like to meet this guy."

"Oh, well, you see, I don't think the rest of the school would like that, he supposed to be my boyfriend. Besides, I think you already know him."

"You know, I think I do."

The two laughed.

"I hope you'll always get rid of your morning grouchiness this easily."

"You know, if I wake up to you every day, I just might."

"Was that a proposition?"

"No, that was an attempt at a compliment."

"Damn."

"Get up. You woke me up; therefore you can plan my entertainment for the day."

"Ok, here's the plan. We sleep a little more, then order breakfast from Dobby. People think we are still in bed and our false relationship is restored. We eat lunch with Hermione and Ron and then go for a walk around the lake together, holding hands. Some unplanned time follows for whatever then we eat dinner with everyone and rush off to our rooms to have presumably mad sex, while in actuality we sit around on the couch and talk or play games or something. Sound good?"

"Sounds good. Let's go back to sleep."

"Ok."

Draco turned over and backed up to Harry who put his arm around Draco, wondering if this was too much and asking himself if they were really pretending to be more than friends or if they were in reality. But with the warmth of Draco and the magically created darkness in the room, even Harry couldn't stay awake to think about it and he wasn't far behind Draco in falling asleep.

When Harry and Draco next woke, they found their plan was going to have to be altered. They had not only slept through breakfast, but lunch as well. In fact, it was four in the afternoon.

"Let's not get up."

"I'm hungry."

"I didn't say we weren't going to eat. We can get Dobby to serve us in bed."

"Good idea, however, I think we'd better get up. Hermione and Ron are going to kill me as it is."

"True, no need to have them organize a search and rescue party to find the boy-who-lived."

"They do overreact, don't they?"

"Just a tad. You win though. Let's go."

"Harry!"

"Where have you been?"

"Asleep."

"Why did Draco come out of your room?"

"He's staying with me."

"What?"

"Dumbledore thought that it would not be safe for him to stay with the Slytherins, so he is to live with me. He has been moved into the Gryffindor house by the sorting hat."

"I have?"

"Don't you remember your sorting, Draco?"

"Oh, right."

Ron grumbled through the entire conversation, obviously not happy about the newest turn of events. Just as obvious was that for Ron to be kept quiet, Hermione must have threatened him. Either way, Harry was just glad to leave it at that. He didn't want to go into detail as their relationship because he was beginning to doubt that they were only friends.

"Harry and I were planning to go for a walk around the lake. Would you like to join us?"

"Yes, we would."

"Mione, I thought we were going to do that thing in your room."

"Ron, I'm sure there was nothing in my room that we were planning to do though I do remember you suggesting to see if Dumbledore knew where Harry was."

At this, Harry and Draco burst into laughter.

Ron and Hermione didn't ask why, they just looked at them oddly.

The two couples headed out to the lake, where much of the student body was gathered to enjoy their last days of summer. Harry took Draco's hand and tried to ignore the frown on Ron's face and the incredulous looks they were receiving from the rest of the students. None of the four were anxious to start a conversation so they walked in silence until Hermione commented on how lovely it was outside. The ice was broken and the foursome chatted, somewhat awkwardly, for the rest of the afternoon. Harry and Draco ate dinner in the Great Hall and sat in the common room until ten that night. The other Gryffindors began to get used to Draco and eventually they were all playing exploding snap.

Several days later, everyone at the Gryffindor table was sitting around groaning about all the work their teachers had assigned and how many points Snape had taken from their house. Basically, everything was back to normal. The Gryffindors treated Draco like one of their own and were completely at ease with his relationship with Harry. However, the Slytherins were not. They still considered Draco a traitor and took every opportunity to insult him. There were never any fights though because Harry was always around the blond.

Nothing had happened between Draco and Harry since the night they had kissed. Neither would admit that they really did like the other. They pretended each gesture of affection was just part of their false relationship. If they weren't in their rooms, they used the pretense of their relationship to hold hands, even when no one was around. They justified this by saying that at any minute someone could walk past. The only people that saw what was happening were Ron and Hermione. Ginny and Neville were too busy with each other to notice, but Ron and Hermione were feeling the loss of Harry. They didn't realize that their relationship was causing him to spend more time with Draco while they were off snogging somewhere. All they saw was that Harry wasn't around. Hermione had suspected something was going on under the surface ever since the carriage ride to Hogwarts, but Ron was just figuring it out.

Harry walked into the common room after finishing a potions essay in his room.

"Harry!"

"Ron!"

"Come play a game of chess with me."

"I can't, I'm meeting Draco to work on transfiguration."

"Draco! He's the only person you seem to have time for now."

"What are you talking about?"

"I've barely talked to you this whole week. You're always with Draco. You eat breakfast with him, partner with him in class, talk to him between class, and eat lunch together. You never come to the common room to sit around like you used to. It's always Draco this and Draco that."

"I didn't hear you complaining as you ate with, partnered with, and talked to Hermione."

"Yeah well, Hermione is a damn sight better than Malfoy."

"What did you say?"

"You heard me."

"Oh yeah, you're so right. Hermione is great, isn't she? She's always there to nag me about work, what I eat, whether I slept, etc. At least when I wake up screaming, Draco is there to care, while all Hermione wants to know is whether or not it was real. Yeah Ron, Hermione is much better than he is."

"You don't actually think that Malfoy cares?"

Harry flinched. He didn't know. That was the problem so he did the only thing he could do. He lashed out at Ron.

"Well, he certainly doesn't fly off the deep end because I'm the boy-who-lived and people are more interested in me than him like a certain person I know."

"Fuck off!"

Harry stormed out of the portrait only to collide with Draco.

"Harry!"

"What?"

"What's wrong?"

"Oh, nothing, Ron just told me to fuck off and I deserved it, but I didn't start it."

"I'm confused. Weasley told you to fuck off?"

Harry related the argument to Draco.

"I do care."

"You what?"

"Ron asked me if I cared and you didn't answer. I do care."

"Oh, me too, I care about you."

The two boys stared at each other for a few minutes, not sure of what to do next. Finally, Harry spoke.

"Um…Draco?"

"Yeah?"

"You know how we've been pretending to be a couple?"

"Yeah?"

"Ihaven'tbeenpretending."

"Speak up, Harry. I haven't mastered Potter mumble yet"

"I haven't been pretending."

"Oh, me neither."

"What do we do now?"

Instead of speaking, Harry walked over to Draco and took his hand and led him through the portrait, through the common room and up the stairs. He muttered the password and pulled Draco into their rooms and onto one of the black velvet couches. He then crawled onto Draco's lap and focused an intense stare on the blonde. He tipped his head forward and brushed his lips against Draco's. His hand reached up to comb through his boyfriend's hair and he settled his mouth on Draco's. The kiss was gentle and slow, not unlike their first. It was timid, but filled with emotion. Draco responded with the same soft exploration. Harry pulled away and trailed kisses along Draco's jawbone and down to his neck. Draco leant back and memorized the feel of Harry. His hands were between them, resting on Harry's chest. Harry left Draco's neck to place a sweet lingering kiss on his mouth and then he got off Draco's lap. He sat down at the corner of the two couches and pulled Draco back between his legs and wrapped his arms around him. Draco rested against Harry's chest, feeling relaxed by the constant in and out of Harry's breath. They sat there for a long time, neither speaking, until Harry suggested that they had better go to bed.

"Harry, can I sleep with you like I did after your nightmare?"

"I was hoping you would."

The new couple went and changed into their pajamas. Draco then walked into to Harry's room to find him already in bed. Harry lifted up the covers and backed up, inviting Draco to sleep as they had a few days ago. Draco got in and snuggled up to the other boy. Harry placed his arm around him and a soft kiss on his hair.

"Goodnight, Draco."

"Goodnight, Harry."