"What, he touched you there and said that it was just cuddling? Half-naked?" Pansy asked Draco, the morning after, visibly entertained.

Ever since their reconciliation in December, Draco and Pansy found themselves closer than ever. They would often talk about their problems with the other, seemingly repairing their eight year old friendship.

They were both sitting in one of the leather sofas of the Slytherin common room, discussing Draco's misadventure of the night before.

"You're here smiling , but I'm still shaken! That's perfectly normal in France, so he says..." Draco replied.

At that, Pansy made a shocked face. "Oh Merlin!" the girl said, sitting closer to her friend. "How were you able to sleep?"

"I cast Protego around my bed. " Draco explained.

"He's out of his mind!" Pansy stated. "You should tell McGonagall. Or Slughorn, at least."

"I'm considering this option."

"Wait... are you going to tell Potter?" Pansy asked, interested.

If Harry had found out about it, he would have challenged Jean Jacques to a duel - if not worse.

And Draco didn't really feel like getting his boyfriend into trouble, so his idea consisted in avoiding the subject.

"I don't think I am." he said. "Harry would murder him if he knew."

"Uh-oh, are you telling me that you're willing to lie to Potter so that he won't harm Jean Jacques?" said Pansy, gasping slightly.

"I couldn't care less about that tool. I don't want Harry to end up in trouble, is all."

That weekend Draco was meant to sleep in Harry's dorm. The last few nights with his perverted room mate had been surprisingly calm, but he hadn't dropped the Protection Charm surrounding his bed.

Additionally, he had not informed Harry about the 'cuddling' incident.

On Friday night, he was in the Gryffindor Common room, having a chat with his friends. Luna was the other odd one out.

They were sitting in three different arm chairs, one per couple, all located in front of the fire place. On the floor, next to the chairs, was a six pack of butterbeers, courtesy of Seamus.

"I'm so glad you're sleeping here tonight, it's been a long week!" Harry purred into Draco's ear.

"Tell me 'bout it!" said Draco, putting their heads together for a second.

"Wow, Draco, Harry consumed my ears with his wailing! 'I miss Draco this, I miss Draco that'" Ron said teasingly, sipping his drink.

Draco couldn't help grinning upon hearing that. "Aw, my sweet! I won't leave you alone in your bed, for the next two nights." he said, planting a kiss on Harry's cheek.

"Thanks, Malfoy!" said Ron "Shut him up, already!"

Harry blushed furiously.

"Pff, Mione, you should have seen Ron when you left for New Year's Eve, he wouldn't shut up about how much he missed you! 'Where is Mione Poo, I need my Mione Poo.'" Ginny said, mockingly, coming to Harry's rescue.

Now, it was Ron's turn to blush. He threw a cushion at his sister, who caught it with a sneer.

"Aw, that's so cute, actually!" said Hermione, resting her head on Ron's shoulder. "I'll never leave you lonely anymore."

"Having to share the bedroom with Jean Jaques is rather, um, horrendous." said Draco, grimacing. Jean Jaques was beginning to make him miss his old room mates. And that said a lot.

"Don't mention that moron." said Harry. "He didn't, by chance, happen to molest you, did he?" he asked his boyfriend.

Draco's pulse started to race, as he was about to lie to Harry. He hoped he wouldn't notice.

"No..." he gulped.

"Good. Because I would cut him."said Harry.

"No, there's no need, for now..." said Draco, chuckling nervously.

"Are you sure?" asked Harry, folding his arms. He had one eyebrow raised.

Draco wondered if he had learnt about his little 'experience' with Jean Jaques. He chose to carry on with his lie, though.

"Yes, don't worry."

"Mmm, if you say so." Harry muttered. He suddenly looked upset. It wasn't like Harry to be like this, not around his friends and boyfriend.

Draco suspected something was up.

"Let's go to sleep, shall we? It's, like, 2 am." the black haired boy said, not daring to look at the blond one.

"Yeah, sure, 'sleep'." Luna giggled. "Someone is eager to have sex." she said, in one of her famously uncomfortable truths.

"Ugh, Luna, don't make me think about it!" Ron said, grimacing. The last thing he wanted to think about was his best friend having sex.

"Ok, Goodnight, everyone!" said Ginny, awkwardly. Then, she got up and left, followed by her girlfriend.

"Night! Love you!" Hermione shouted at them.

"No, we are going to sleep tonight." said Harry, sternly. Then, he made his way to his dorm, not telling Draco to come with him.

Hermione and Ron looked at Draco, perplexed.

"Night." Draco murmured, then he ran after his boyfriend.

"What was that all about?" Draco asked, as he came into the room. Harry was already in his bed, facing the wall.

Draco slithered into bed, too, feeling a bit tense.

"Just my reaction to your lying." said Harry, his tone cold.

Oh, no. Were Draco's lying abilities that terrible?

"Lies? What lies?" he asked, acting vaguely.

Harry turned around to face him. "Really? You've been caught and you continue with this lie? Wow, you've just won boyfriend of the year."said Harry, now visibly angry. "I heard Pansy talking about what happened the other night in your room." he explained.

"Oh," Draco said. Pansy was not trustworthy with these things, he should have known she would tell her blabbermouth friends. He mentally cursed himself for telling her. "I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to get into trouble... I mean, I knew you'd want to fight him or something." He reasoned.

Harry's body was as far from Draco's as possible. The distance between them was starting to get under Draco's skin.

"Of course I would, but that doesn't mean you have to lie about it!" he said, angrily. "My boyfriend gets molested and keeps it a secret... how am I supposed to take this?"

"Well, he said that it's something innocent in France. Maybe he really didn't think of it maliciously." Draco observed.

"Now you're defending him? He wants to get in your pants, that bastard! I noticed since day one."

"I'm not defending him! It was just a supposition. But don't worry, I would never cheat on you. Hell, I even used Protego on my bed so that he wouldn't be able to replicate his action."said Draco. He was starting to lose his temper.

Harry sighed, seemingly dropping his anger to become worried. "I know, but you can't let your guard down. I think you need to change rooms, once again." he said.

"I doubt it'll be possible..." said Draco.

"Listen, come Monday, you go see the Headmistress and tell her what happened. Then, I will challenge him to a duel." Harry suggested.

"None of this would have happened if you had slept in my room, for a change." Draco snapped.

Oh, he had done it. He had finally told it like it was.

That went through Harry's body like a scalding arrow.

"What are you implying?" asked Harry, sitting up.

"That you refuse to sleep in my dorm! It's always me who has to break the law in order to see you at night!" Draco let out in a bitter tone.

"How long have you been holding this in ? You know damn well that I don't see eye to eye with the Slytherins!" his boyfriend said, in a rage, his jaw clenched

"It's not like you need to have a tea party with them! You just have to sleep in the same room as me and hang around my common room." Draco sat up as well.

"Well, it makes more sense for you to come here since everyone here is your friend, now." Harry pointed out.

Harry didn't have any friends in the Slytherin lot, while Draco had been accepted in a new 'clan'.

In his opinion, he should have considered himself lucky to be granted such privilege.

"I'm starting to think that, maybe, Jean Jacques is not so wrong, after all... he's right to say that you never make an effort." said Draco. He was now on the verge of tears.

He couldn't believe he had just said it.

"Oh, right, I never make efforts." Harry scoffed. "Because I didn't go out of my way to invite you to spend Christmas with a family who most definitely hated you, so that you wouldn't spend it here, alone!"

Great, now Harry was trying to guilt trip him into feeling ungrateful. Was he for real? He had been the one making the effort, not Harry, nor the Weasleys. He had been the one to suck it up and face people who disliked him, just to spend the Holidays with his boyfriend.

"Good on you, Potter." he spat. "What you're saying doesn't make any sense. Do you want me to kiss your feet because you invited me at the Weasleys for your own convenience? It's not like you offered to stay here with me. Because your little fake mummy would have taken offence. Cause who cares if sodding Malfoy gets offended, right?" He was now breathing heavily and crying out of frustration. "It's not like I am your boyfriend, or anything."

Harry had been open mouthed for the whole time that Draco had spoken.

He didn't know what to say at this point, he was outraged. After what felt like forever, all while he heard his boyfriend cry, he spoke. "Go back to Jean Jaques, go! Go get fucked by him, since your boyfriend here won't even move a finger for you."

"You're ridiculous. " Draco hissed. "If I'd wanted to, I would have done it already, don't you think? But I pushed him away because I happen to be dating you."

"Look, I'm going to sleep, now. You do whatever you want. " Harry said, lying back down on the wall's side.

This is how things are, then. Draco thought. The same person who had called him the love of life had just told him to get fucked by someone else. And for something so stupid. He wondered if their love was really as strong as he thought it to be.

Not replying to the boy next to him, he brought himself down on the mattress, facing the curtains. Tears were still streaming down his rosy cheeks.

Instead of being hit by the usual fiery passion that would reign supreme through their nights together, they were both overcome by a freezing dullness.

Neither of them slept much.

Ron and the rest of Harry's roommates, together with Hermione, had spent the night in the Common Room, too drunk to reach their beds.

Thus, they didn't hear their fight.

The next morning, Draco went to sit at the Slytherin table, shocking everyone.

"Um, Harry..." asked a very confused Hermione. She was hungover, so she looked a little ill-like."Did we miss anything?"

"Yeah, that's odd." said Ron, yawning.

"Did you have a fight?" Luna asked bluntly.

"Yeah." Harry said. He was moving his fork idly in his plate, not daring to eat. "That guy's just so stubborn sometimes."

"Come on, Harry. Your relationship is strong, I'm sure it would be fine if you just talked it through."said Hermione.

"I'm not talking to him, unless he apologises." Harry argued.

"If you won't tell us what happened, then we can't really help you." said Ginny.

"He said I'm not a good boyfriend because I don't dine with the Slytherins." he explained.

All of his friends looked at each other, then Hermione spoke. "Well, he's got a point. I mean, he's always hanging around us, isn't he? While you don't even try with his people."

Meanwhile Draco, at the Slytherin table, was not willing to touch food. He was looking down at his plate, sadly, unable to get the fight from the previous night out of his head.

A worried Pansy put her hand on his shoulder. "Draco? Are you ok?" she asked.

"Not really,"said Draco. "I suppose if you had kept your mouth shut, maybe, Harry wouldn't have overheard you babbling about the Jean Jacques thing."

"Oh, I'm sorry! But, you know I suck at keeping secrets." Pansy said, in her defence.

"It doesn't matter now." said Draco in a monotone voice.

"So sorry, man... but I need to go study. I'm so behind on Transfiguration..." Pansy said, then she left the room, hurriedly.

Not much later, someone unwelcome walked in.

"Oh, look who's at the Slytherenne table! Dracou! What brings you here? Fight wiz Potter?" came Jean Jaques' voice.

Great, he was the last person that Draco wanted to have a conversation with, in that moment. Why did Pansy have to go? Having her there would have given him a shield, at least.

"Look, I'm not in the mood." he warned him.

"Sorreh to say zis, but I think he's not doing enough for you." the French guy said.

Draco looked up at him. He agreed with him , for once. "You have a point." he said.

"You don't know how bad I feel for you right now, Dracou." Jean Jacques said with a smirk.

He definitely did not feel bad, not in the least.

On Saturday night Draco didn't sleep in Harry's room.
He knew he'd be sharing his dorm with Jean Jacques, but he really didn't feel like talking to him, not after what they had said to each other. And besides, Harry had to be the one to apologise.
He was lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, when his room mate moved his drapes open.
He rolled his eyes, he had forgotten to protect himself. But he didn't really care in that moment.
"Dracou, look, I wanted to apologise for ze other day. I just thought you'd be ok with zis.
Down in Beauxbatons we do it all the time. It's not sexual harassment there." Jean Jacques said, sitting on Draco's bed, uninvited.
"Well, I can't say that I didn't find your...action creepy. But I suppose, if it's a Beauxbatons tradition, that for you it was 100% innocent. But around here, it's not that ideal. And also, I have a boyfriend, so it's not so nice." Draco said. He didn't really mind the boy's presence on his bed, probably because in the last day he had not really spoken to anyone. Except for Pansy, on occasion. But she wasn't really present lately, she was... Elusive.
He wondered if she had been hiding something.
"But where is he now?" Jean Jacques pointed out. "Is his pride stronger zan his love for you?"

Draco sighed. He'd been hoping that his boyfriend would magically appear at his dorm -he had told him the password, after all- and whisk him away, begging him for forgiveness.

But that wasn't Harry Potter.

"I don't even know anymore." said Draco.
"Tell you what, don't say sorry to him first. He's the one who has to come forward." His roommate said.
"I never even expected him to do anything, you know? I didn't even want to be with him in the first place. I simply wanted a few nights of meaningless sex with him. But I don't know how, I fell for him. Must be the Chosen One charm, I reckon." The blond boy said as he put his head in his hands, sighing. He couldn't believe it, he was opening up to Jean Jacques.

Where was Pansy when he needed her?

"Remember that in relationships, both participants have to be on ze same level." Jean Jacques said, putting his hand on Draco's nodded, but he didn't say a word.

"So, does zis mean we can start over now? Be friends?" The French boy suggested.

"Sure, why not?"