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Chapter 8 - A Personal Question and Lack of Sleep.

"That was so funny!" Draco exclaimed as they left the restaurant and began the walk home.

"That couple at the next table couldn't stop staring!"

"They thought we were..." Draco trailed off, laughing unconvincingly. Harry laughed awkwardly.

They walked in silence for a few moments before Draco spoke again.

"God, muggles are such homophobes!"

"And Wizards aren't?" Harry asked interestedly.

"No same sex relationships are quite common in the wizarding world." Draco stated matter-of-factly. "I mean look at Durmstrang, it's an all boys school, what do they expect to happen in dorms full of adolescent, hormonal teenagers?" He raised his eyebrows, his voice scathing and questioning.

"Didn't know that but I suppose your right. So..." Harry grinned mischievously "What's your sexual preference?" Draco blushed and Harry relented. "Sorry, personal question."

"No, it's okay. You might as well know I swing on both sides of the fence." Draco smirked just as mischievously. "What about you?"

"I... I'm not sure. I can't say I've had the pleasure of much experience with either."

They walked the rest of the way in a slightly awkward silence.

Harry began thinking about what his sexuality was. He had fancied Cho Chang but that had fizzled out quickly enough. There had been that slightly drunken comfort kiss with Hermione after Sirius' death but it hadn't meant anything. Then there had been that time with Dean in the shower room...

Draco watched Harry's thoughtful face as they walked. His face was toned and his startling green eyes pulled you into a different world. Draco admired his carefree hair but didn't think he could stand to have his own like that. Draco noted for the first time that Harry had grown and was on par with him at the moment. His loose fitting clothes covered the body that Draco found himself wanting to explore, to confirm his suspicions that Harry was no longer the scrawny first year Draco first met in Madam Malkins, but a young, defined man. Draco knew that Harry's Quidditch training amongst other things would certainly have made a difference to his body. If only he could get beneath those baggy clothes...

Once back at Grimmauld place, they crept in to avoid waking Mrs Black and went straight to bed. "That has got to be the strangest conversation I have ever had." Harry muttered to himself as he got changed for bed. "And now I'm talking to myself." He shook his head, climbing into bed. He was surprised to find that despite the confused thoughts rampaging through his head he fell asleep almost immediately.

Draco however had no such luck; he lay awake for a couple of hours. He had grown used to sharing a room with Harry. The other boy's presence had been comforting and he had grown used to listening to Harry breathing and the noises he made, moving around in his sleep. Harry had been peaceful to watch when Draco had trouble sleeping.

He got up and paced his room for a while before creeping out into the hallway and peering through Harry's open door. Harry was sleeping peacefully and Draco moved forward, standing just inside the doorway, watching Harry intently. After a few minutes Harry began to moan softly in his sleep.

Draco had no idea how long he had been standing there when Harry began to stir. Draco realised he was about to wake and fled from the room.

As Harry woke from a very vivid dream, panting slightly, he was sure he seen a shadow disappear from his doorway. 'Don't be stupid' he told himself, his breathing returning to normal. What was that dream about? He asked himself questions, trying to shake the images from his head. Why that? Why not some nice girl? Why? Why did he have to dream of Draco in that way? Touching him like that? A shiver of pleasure made its way up Harry's spine, as he lay awake thinking about the dream.

In the next room Draco also lay awake, staring at the ceiling. His heart was racing. 'That was too close' he thought to himself. What if Harry had seen him? What was wrong with him? He was acting like a stalker! Why, all of a sudden, did he feel these incredible urges to be close to Harry? 'He is gorgeous' said a voice in his head. "Yes but he's not gay." Draco muttered in reply to himself.

Both boys were very tired the next morning due to their lack of sleep the night before. Harry was already up and drinking a cup of black tea (teabags being the only thing in the cupboards) when Draco made his way downstairs.

"Morning." Draco yawned, Harry was not meeting his eye and he began to worry that he had seen Draco the night before.

"Morning." Harry mumbled, still not looking up from his cup of tea as Draco made his way to the kettle to make himself a cup of tea. Draco could have sworn Harry was blushing, but could not think why he might be doing so. It wasn't long though before the boys were talking amiably again, in their usual teasing way.

They soon got ready and went shopping, their stomachs calling to them.