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Chapter 3

When Draco woke up he felt hungry. After gathering his strength for a minute, he sat up and turned around and there was Harry Potter. The Gryffindor had fallen asleep with his summer homework on his lap. Draco was in shock. The boy had actually stayed while he slept. He had expected Harry to stay until he fell asleep and then leave not stay the entire time. Not that Draco was complaining, mind you, it was just a shock. Wait, just a second. He had thought of the Boy-Who-Lived as Harry. That was just it. The world had to be ending; Loony Lovegood must have gotten evidence of flying pigs; hell has frozen over and Dumbledore is using it as a playground for penguins. There just wasn't any other explanation for the Prince of Slytherin to be thinking of the Gryffindor Golden Boy by his given name.

And because that wasn't enough, Draco realized he had pleaded with Harry, no Potter, to stay with him while he slept. Humiliating just didn't cover it. Draco had begged his arch nemesis to stay in the same room. And… Harry stayed. That raven-haired, four-eyed nemesis had agreed to stay and really did it. Draco started to smile at the last thing he had heard the Gryffindor say. "Okay, Draco, I'll stay." Harry had used his first name.

A light snore brought Draco back to reality. How utterly perfect was it that Saint Potty snored? As he felt his stomach grumble, Draco remembered why he woke up in the first place. Food. Time to wake Harry up.

"Potter, hey Potter, wake up," Draco said while gently tapping the sleeping boy.

"Mmmm, what's going on?" said Harry as he slowly woke up. Then he saw Draco looking at him. "Oh, hello, Malfoy. Feeling rested are we?"

"Slightly, but I could've continued sleeping and staying out of your hair were it not for the fact that I'm hungry."

"You woke me up for food? Oh, come on, Malfoy, what do you want me to do about it at…," Harry said as he looked at the clock on the wall, "… four in the morning. Everyone is asleep. I can't go wake them all at four just because you're hungry. We'll just have to wait until Mrs. Weasley gets up in two hours."

"Two hours! I can't wait two bloody hours for food. I haven't eaten in days. Hang on, it's four in the morning. That can't be right, because I fell asleep around two in the afternoon."

Harry sighed. Geez, this boy was thick. "Yes, that's right, I have been sitting here for fourteen hours just because you had to go and ask me to stay. I'm suddenly understanding why you've called me Saint Potter all these years. No one else I know would have stuck it out this long. Are you happy?"

Draco hadn't expected the boy to stay at all, but fourteen hours of sitting in that chair just because his worst enemy asked him to was a little extreme. Well, maybe Draco wasn't Harry's worst enemy but he had to at least be in the top five after all the crap he'd given the Gryffindor over the years.

Harry got up to go to the bathroom when he heard Draco say something.

"Yes."

Harry frowned. "Yes to what, Malfoy?"

"Yes, I'm happy."

Harry's breath caught in his throat.

"Oh, okay then, I'm just going to the bathroom now, be right back."

He left and shut the door quietly behind him. Why in the world