I've been waiting for something.
I've been sitting for too long

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'What the hell?'

Harry wasn't accustomed to waking up with someone next to him. Sure, when he was little he had slept next to Mrs. Figg a few times but, never, never with anyone else. Especially a guy someone else and, well, waking up with your face buried in a shock of sweet smelling blond hair obviously freaked him out quite a bit. He had probably leapt ten feet in the air and all the way across the tiny bedroom. What the hell was going on? He quickly thought about last night. There had been…

Scrabble.

Queer.

And Draco asked if he could stay.

And Harry had said yes. That was all. Draco had only made himself comfortable. It's not like he had known Harry would freak out over this type of thing. Harry forced himself to regulate his breathing and control his speeding thoughts. It wasn't a big deal. God. Wait – had Mrs. Figg seen? She would've had to have seen. Harry knew she would check on him when she got back and then she would've seen Draco right next to him. On his bed. Close in proximity. Harry shoved a hand through his hair. It wasn't a big deal, it wasn't.

Swallowing, eyes burning slightly from sleeping in his contacts, he quickly hurried into the bathroom, put some eye drops in his eyes and bravely stepped out into the open. Mrs. Figg was making breakfast – eggs and bacon. He stepped around the counter to let Mrs. Figg no he was awake and ready to answer the questions that were sure to come. "Good morning, Harry!" She sounded insanely cheerful as she bustled around the kitchen. Harry swallowed, still waiting. "M-mornin'." Mrs. Figg offered him a bright smile.

"How was your night?"

"It was…good."

"I'll bet. When I got home you guys were out. I called your name a few times to let you know I was home but you didn't stir a bit."

So, she had seen them. Together. On his bed.

Didn't she care?

"Well, yeah, we stayed up late to wait up for you…but it got pretty late. So, uh, how was your night with Sally? You guys must've had some time, stayin' out so late."

She smiled.

"We had a fabulous time."

"Care to explain?"

"Oh, just old people stuff."

Right.

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After Draco had woken up things hadn't been as awkward as Harry had expected they would be. Draco didn't say anything about the sleeping arrangement and Harry had dropped the subject from his mind altogether. Well, not altogether but, he tried to push it out as much as possible. He didn't stay long anyway – he had left about an hour after he woke up. In that time span they had mostly sat around the kitchen eating their breakfast and talking to Mrs. Figg, who really seemed to love Draco. Harry seemed to think that she liked him a little too much.

When he was gone Mrs. Figg bragged on him for about two hours.

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"So, Harry, do tell…what did you gay boys do?"

Harry rolled his eyes over at Ron as he strode into St. James Monday morning. Hermione smiled slightly and didn't scold Ron like he had expected her to. Ron poked him in the side and demanded that he must tell. Harry, yet again, rolled his eyes. This was just…ridiculous. "We didn't do anything. Well, anything that you're thinking anyway." Ron tried to look offended but the look didn't really look good on him, not at all.

"What?"

"I know what your sick mind thinks of."

"Me? Sick mind? Impossible."

Harry just shook his head. Hermione finally spoke up, small smile on her face. "So, what did you guys do? Just…hang out?" Harry lifted his shoulders up in a shrug and she practically had a heart attack. "Harry! C'mon, you must tell us about your date!" Harry raised an eyebrow over at her. It hadn't been a date. Honestly, he sometimes wondered if Hermione had any idea what she was talking about. "Hermione….calm down…it wasn't a date."

"I don't care what it was. I just want to know what happened."

"Well, Mrs. Figg left, I waited for him, he picked me up, we saw a movie, we came back home, he stayed, he stayed the night--"

Ron jumped in, "HE STAYED THE NIGHT?"

"Hush, Ronald!"

Harry simply nodded.

"We both kinda fell asleep. It was late. And playing Scrabble didn't exactly wake us up any and, so, yeah…he stayed the night."

"In your bed?"

Harry nodded over at Ron, cheeks flushing slightly. "With you?" Harry swallowed and nodded again and quickly added, "It's not like anything happened. We just fell asleep. It was on purpose or anything." Ron snorted, "Harry, you are so naïve. It's obvious that Malfoy didn't accidentally fall asleep. He obviously wants you." Harry laughed; it was loud and sudden and Ron and Hermione both looked absolutely confused. "W-what's so funny?" Harry shook his head at Ron.

"You are such a moron."

"What?"

"You have no idea what you're talking about."

Hermione shook her head, "That does happen often with Ron."

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Harry stepped into the Art room. Everyone else was already there and he realized he must've been delayed by Ron's ridiculous talk. Draco Malfoy didn't want him. Did he? Sure, Draco was nice to Harry but…so were other people. And, yeah, sure, Draco had wanted to hang out with Harry over the weekend – no big deal, right? Just because Draco wanted to hang out didn't mean he automatically wanted him. Friends hang out all the time – there was nothing different there, was there? Harry didn't think so. Draco and him were friends.

Simple.

Or maybe Ron was right.

Maybe he was naïve.

Shaking his head, Harry decided to let the thoughts drop as he headed over to his usual spot in the class. There as Draco, as usual, sitting atop a table with his headphones on. This time he was facing in Harry's direction so there was no chance that Harry could scare him. And there also wasn't a chance that Harry could go for five minutes without Draco noticing him. As soon as Draco saw him, the headphones were off his blond head and Draco was offering him his thousand watt grin. He slide off the table and sauntered towards Harry, smile still on his face.

Harry smiled back as he set his bag on the floor next to the easel.

"So, anyone try and kill you after I left?"

"Ha, ha."

He pushed Draco on the shoulder just enough to make him step back a few steps. Harry offered him another smile, however, to let the blond know he was kidding…though he was sure Draco had already known that. Whatever. The blond stepped back towards Harry, maybe even closer before, though Harry was sure he could be imagining things and he watched quite studiously as Harry arranged his art supplies the way he liked it. "Quite the perfectionist, are we?"

"Me? You saw my room, Draco."

"Yeah, and it was clean."

"It was not."

"Whatever you say, Harry."

Suddenly there was a shrill voice that neither of them was very happy to hear, "Dracoooo!" Draco rolled his eyes before turning around to face Pansy, who was, as usual, looking like quite the clown with her make up heavily did and her skirt rolled up to reveal not-so-sexy legs. Harry sighed and distracted himself by sitting down in a chair and digging through his book bag. He wasn't looking for anything in particular – he was just trying to make himself as invisible as possible.

He didn't want Pansy to bother him again.

But she did anyway.

"Hey, Potter, wanna go get me some paint? And how 'bout you don't spill it this time, klutz."

"Leave him alone, Parkinson."

Harry felt something kind of warm and fluffy in the pit of his stomach when Draco stood up for him with his firm, authoritive voice and everything. "What? You're friends with that – that…freak?" Harry wasn't sure what made him a freak, exactly. Sure, he was quiet, he kept to himself all the time and he only had two, not counting Draco, friends in the entire school. But, he really wasn't sure what classified him as a freak. Pansy was just…deranged. "He isn't a freak." Harry got that feeling again and dared to look over at the two.

Pansy looked slightly awestruck and irritated.

Draco looked downright irritated.

"Draco, look at him."

And Draco did look over at him and Harry looked at Draco. Draco only smiled, "I am, Pansy. He's definitely not a freak." Pansy huffed and stomped off towards her easel, which was still too close for anyone's comfort but Harry would take what he could get. Harry, feeling his cheeks heat up, quickly looked away and busied himself with his book bag again. He couldn't help but leave a small smile on his face, though. Maybe Ron was right and maybe Draco did like Harry, though, Harry would probably continue to doubt it.

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Lyrics: Song 'This is the Countdown' by Mae.