A/N: A little shorter than I like, but the next chapter needed to be separate. This is a little fluff, but you should know what that means: the shit is about to hit the fan. Points for anyone who can explain the aspects of Blaise's tattoo in a review! It's not complicated, really, just something I had fun with. What can I say, I'm easily amused. Please continue with the reviews because they only mean that I'll update sooner. So to conclude as usual: Read, REVIEW and enjoy. Much love.

Draco woke up feeling warmer and safer than he could ever remember feeling. Sometime in the night, the couch had shifted into a bed, giving them more room to move, however, the two were still entangled. Harry had rolled on his back at some point and Draco had followed. He lay partially on top of Harry. Blushing, he realized that he was naked while Harry still wore his pants. Their legs were wrapped together and Draco had his right arm flung over Harry. Drawing away carefully, so as not to wake the other boy, Draco found his boxers on the floor and pulled them on. He then got back on the bed and lie there just watching Harry, memorizing every little detail from the length of Harry's eyelashes to the freckle on his little toe. He was more than a little turned on by the sight and unable to resist, lent over and licked Harry's arm. Harry didn't move. Growing bolder, Draco began to lick trails all over Harry's arms and what he could reach of his side, chest and stomach. As Draco began to lick around a pulse point on Harry's neck, he suddenly found himself pinned under one smirking Harry Potter.

"Did you really think that I could sleep through all of that?"

"No, I knew that you were faking."

"Right, that's why you stared at me all morning."

"Hey! It wasn't all morning."

"And then to violate someone you thought was asleep! Draco, Draco, Draco, what am I going to do with you?"

"Let me return the favor from last night."

"You know that sounds like a fair punishment. It will teach you a lesson."

"And what lesson is that?"

"To always follow through with what you start."

An hour and a very satisfied Harry later, Draco was snuggled up in Harry's arms.

"Harry?"

"Yes, love?"

"What's in the bag?"

"Bag?"

"The one you were carrying last night."

"Nothing for you."

"Well that proves there must be something. I mean if this room is as great as you say it is then why would you need to bring anything?"

"You ruin surprises."

"Shut up and go get the bag."

"Fine."

Harry crawled off the bed and walked to the door where he had put the bag the night before.

Suddenly, a loud thud was heard from outside the door. Without thinking about what or who it could be or how he was attired (wearing only a pair of blue cotton boxers), Harry opened the door and stepped outside. His foot connected with something that was solid and judging from the sound it made, alive. Looking down he saw over six feet of thin, muscular man on the floor, topped off with the unmistakable Weasley hair.

"Harry, I love you and all, but would you please remove your foot from the middle of my back?"

"Fred!"

"Last time I checked that was me."

Harry helped the twin up and was immediately smothered by a hug.

"Nice outfit, have they changed the dress codes since the last time I was here?"

Harry blushed slightly.

"Uh-Oh, I think someone's been using the room of requirement for more than academic reasons. I'm proud; at least you're still disregarding the rules, even if you aren't tormenting others. Seriously though, I would think after all the time you spent with George and I, you would have picked up something."

"Oh, but I did, and I promise you that someone else can vouch for me."

"And what would that be?"

"Let's just say that I'm as good with one broomstick as another."

Fred laughed.

"I'll think we'll avoid the interrogation as to who could vouch for you."

"What? When have you ever stopped being nosy?"

"Never," and with that, Fred pushed Harry to the side and ran into the Room of Requirement.

"Malfoy!"

Harry groaned.

"Harry! Help!"

Picking himself up off the ground where he had fallen, Harry scrambled into the room and slammed the door shut. Looking in the direction of the bed, he stopped in his track and burst out laughing. Draco was tied to the bed and Fred was standing next to him, looking quite pleased with himself.

"Thanks, Fred, I was planning on doing that later anyway."

Draco gasped and Fred moaned.

"Oh god, you're sleeping with Malfoy?"

"Not exactly, but close enough."

"Why?"

"He's not what you think. He's not evil. He's actually really nice. He was resorted into Gryffindor. He's a great kisser among other things. He's hot. His ass is really nice. He loves me."

"He does what?"

"He loves me. I love him too."

"I can't believe it was that easy to get you to say, almost ruins my fun."

"What?"

"Ron already told me about Draco and you. Plus, George and I had a bet going on who you would date next and he bet Draco because the passion was there. I guess he knew you a lot better than I did."

"You know, I'm still here, tied to the bed."

"And?"

"Aren't you going to untie me?"

"No."

"Harry, make him untie me or I promise there will not be a repeat performance of this morning."

"Fred, do what the man says."

Fred grinned.

"Fine, but there will be a price to pay." He untied Draco and then summoned clothes for both of them. Harry and Draco got dressed and stood watching Fred.

"Well, now that that's done. Come on, Harry, I'm stealing you for the day." Fred grabbed Harry's arm and started to drag him to the door. Harry struggled to escape and looked at Draco who stood there not believing what was going on.

"Fred, let go of me. This is my day with Draco."

"Too bad, I told you there would be a price to pay if I let Draco go."

"When will I learn to listen?"
"Weasley! You would do well to release Harry now. I'm not in the habit of letting my boyfriends spend time with their ex-boyfriends."

At this, Fred stopped.

"I never dated Harry."

"Right and I wasn't in Slytherin."

"I didn't. George did."

"It's true, Draco. We let people think that we were a threesome to protect Fred's relationship from being discovered."

"Why would you have to hide his relationship?"

"It was with a Slytherin."

"I don't believe you."

"Have you ever wondered why Blaise won't tell you what his tattoo means?"

"You're Wred?"

"Yes."

"Interesting, but you still aren't taking Harry with you."

"Why not?"

"Well, in case you didn't notice, you freed him from your grip and he left the room while you talked about Blaise."

"He did pick up a lot from us then."

"Obviously, now why don't you go find Blaise? I'm sure that he'd be glad to spend the day entertaining you."

"Well that was my plan for this evening, but I suppose I can change it. I'm sure we can find something to keep up busy."

"I'll bet you can. You might want to warn George about me."

"Not to worry, he's in Romania visiting another brother."

"Well as lovely as this has been, I'm off. I'm sure that Harry's just stepping in the shower and I'd love to get there before he finishes."

Draco walked out leaving Fred chuckling behind him.

"Harry's certainly found his match."

Unfortunately for Draco and Harry, Draco was too late to catch his boyfriend in the shower. In fact, Harry was not only out of the shower, but dressed and on the bed reading one of his textbooks.

"Damn!"

Harry looked up, "What's wrong, Draco?"

"I was too late. You're already out of the shower."

Harry chuckled. "Well, you're about to get in one so that means I can follow you, right?"

"I suppose, but now the element of surprise is gone."

"I have an idea."

Harry got off the bed.

"Get whatever clothes you want to wear."

"Where are we going?"

"We are going to pay a visit to the Prefect's bathroom."

Ron had told Harry the password and for the first time that year, he made use of it. Inside the bathroom, Harry turned on the taps to the big bath as well as one of the bubble baths. Draco began to undress, but Harry stopped him.

"Let me."

Harry undressed Draco and led him to the bath. He then stripped to his boxers and put a towel on the edge of the tub. Sitting down with Draco between his legs, Harry began to massage Draco's shoulders and neck. He picked up a cloth and washed what he could reach of Draco and then handed Draco the cloth so he could finish.

"Duck your head under the water."

Draco did as Harry ordered and came up to Harry's hands gently massaging his hair. Harry worked the shampoo through the blonde strands and taking a pitcher he had transfigured, he rinsed Draco's hair. He repeated the process with conditioner.

"Harry, this feels so good."

"Good, love, I want you to always feel this way."

Draco got out of the tub and Harry dried his face with a towel first and kissed Draco on the cheek. He then finished drying Draco and dressed. Gathering up Draco's things, Harry wrapped an arm around Draco's waist and walked him back to the dorms. Sitting down together on the bed, Draco wrapped his arms around Harry.

"Harry, that was so sweet. You took care of me for no reason."

"I like taking care of you, Dray. Now turn around so I can comb your hair."

Draco turned around and Harry began to comb his hair. The two boys rested in peace, the only sound being contented sighs.

"Harry?"

"Yes?"

"Did you just call me Dray?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"I don't' know. I guess it just seemed right. If you don't like it, I won't call you it."

"No, I like it. I was just wondering what you were going to end up calling me. So far, I've been Malfoy, Draco, my dragon, love, Dray and probably a few others that I missed.

"Well you're no longer Malfoy, but I'll probably call you all of the others at times."

"Why?"

"I guess because all of the names have different connotations to me. I mean you're my dragon when it comes to passion or possession or intense feelings. You're Dray when we're just together, but you can still feel a connection, like now. You're Draco when it comes to being around other people or casual conversation. Of course, I'll probably switch these around all the time, but those are the base meanings. I suppose I call you love whenever. It's more casual, but I would never have called you that before I told you that I loved you."

"Harry, this is too confusing."

"I know."

"Oh well, at least I like all the names and I love you."

Harry muttered a drying charm for Draco's hair.

"I love you too."

Draco yawned.

"You know, I never had anyone do that for me."

"No one has ever bathed you?"

"No, as a Malfoy you grow up very quickly. I don't remember my mother ever giving me a bath or combing my hair."

"I'm sorry, love."

"It's ok. I'm not upset. I liked having you do it."

Harry pulled Draco closer to him and rested his arms around Draco's midsection. He kissed the top of Draco's head and the two were silent for a while, each yawning occasionally. By the fifth yawn Draco sighed.

"Let's go to sleep. We were up half the night and then early this morning as well."

"You'll get no complaints from me."

Harry released Draco. They climbed off the bed so that they could pull back the covers and then closing the curtains they stretched out. Draco snuggled up to Harry and moved so that his head was on Harry's chest. Harry draped the arm that Draco wasn't lying on around the blonde. Getting warmer and sleepier by the minute, the two boys were just about to drift off when Draco raised his head a bit.

"Goodnight, Harry."

"It's not night, Draco"

"Ok, good nap then."

"Why do we need to say anything? We could just go to sleep."

"You started it. You always say goodnight to me."

"Ok, well, good nap then."

"Good nap, Harry."

Harry chuckled.

"You know, you've woken me up now."

"Be quiet and maybe you'll go back to sleep, besides, you aren't allowed to say anything after we say goodnight or good nap or whatever else. Not to mention, it was your fault to begin with. You're the one who corrected my goodnight."

"Oh for the love of…good nap."

"Good nap."

And with that complicated ritual taken care of, the boys settled down to sleep once again.