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Harry turned over, still half asleep. He couldn't remember ever having been this comfortable and warm in his own bed. It was heaven. He cracked his eyes open, pulling his mind from the blissful oblivion, only to find himself face to face with Draco Malfoy. He froze in shock.

'That's not good…' his thoughts trailed off as he remembered what had happened the previous night.

What to do. He could run, but this was, after all, his own dorm, and he didn't want to look scared in front of Malfoy. Oh Merlin, what to do. 'Ok, first things first,' he decided in his head, 'I have to wash up. I can think in the shower.'

Sadly, Harry's only thought whilst in the shower was, 'How did that ever get so out of hand…'. Not too helpful.

Draco woke up in a sort of daze. He felt as though he was in unfamiliar territory and immediately realized why upon looking around.

Instead of the regular green hangings around the bed, there were dark red curtains. His memory came rushing back to him and he shot straight up, looking around for Harry. He wasn't in bed but the sheets next to him were rumpled and still somewhat warm; a sure sign that he had gotten up recently.

Deciding it would be best to try to avoid Harry, as he didn't know how he would react to the memory of last night, he stood up and, still dressed from the night before, tried to regain his bearings.

The unpleasant feeling of dried cum making the front of his trousers extremely uncomfortable, he started towards the door when suddenly, it opened very quickly.

There stood Harry in nothing but a towel, apparently having come straight from the shower. Draco couldn't help but stare at a little stray water droplet curving its way down his smooth chest.

Harry noticed and self-consciously crossed his arms across his chest in a feeble attempt to shield his body from the leering.

"Are you leaving?" Harry questioned, half hoping for a no.

"Ya, I was just on my way out."

"Well, you know you don't have to just yet." He said with an uncharacteristically confident air.

Draco looked up from his inspection of the beauty standing in front of him, to look in his face, shocked.

"Pardon?" he said loudly and, in Harry's opinion, quite rudely.

"I said you could stay for awhile if you wanted." He repeated starting to feel a bit less comfortable with the whole situation.

"That's what I thought." He said somewhat uncertainly, and after a second of hesitation said "Sure, why not."

Of course, he could presently think of many reasons 'why not' but he could also think of one positive. His never forgotten 'Operation seduce-Harry'.

The kiss last night had been a good start but they needed more of a connection. They needed to have sex, and Draco had a feeling that Harry wouldn't be very receptive to that idea. Then again, he didn't seem to regret last night's kiss, so maybe he had more of a chance than he'd originally thought.

Harry on the other hand, wasn't quite sure how he felt about this whole situation. He didn't entirely know what had possessed him to ask Draco to stay.

He had walked into his room after the shower, expecting him to have already left, to find him staring at his bare chest. When he had heard that Draco was planning to leave, his mouth had seemed to act before his mind and had promptly departed, leaving Harry to deal with the somewhat awkward task of having to entertain a boy who, until last night, he had hated.

Having to get out of the towel and into some clothes, Harry nervously turned towards his trunk and bent over to retrieve a few items, completely aware of Draco's eyes lingering on him.

If Draco hadn't already known that he was bisexual by Fourth Year, this would have been an eye opening experience. He had never in his life, seen such a round, muscular ass, even hidden by a towel. And bending over too!

Harry, having dropped the towel and quickly pulled clothes on seemingly unaware that behind him, Draco was suffering a cardiac arrest, was now casually dressed. Instead of the usual school getup, he was wearing normal trousers, slightly fancy for the summer but, seeing as how Draco was dressed as royalty, he figures no one would care, and an oxford rolled up to the elbows.

As he was finishing buttoning his shirt, Draco and he stared silently at each other, hoping for a distraction. Draco was the first to find one.

"So… Do you want to go for breakfast?"

Harry, relieved that the tension had been lifted, gladly agreed to go to the Great Hall. There at least, they might have the pastime of eating should the silence become too much.

As they walked along the corridors, again in silence, Harry wondered why it was so different between them this morning. After all, they had fed once before and after that, they had gone on faithfully ignoring one another.

Maybe it was because the first time, they were forced together but the second, they came together on their own accounts – or Draco's at least. Or perhaps it had been the kiss.

He guessed it was a combination of both things that had brought them close to each other overnight. The fact that they were sharing an early life crisis probably didn't hurt either.

In any case, he was happy that they were on good terms, not only because he had started to like him – he could only imagine what Hermione and Ron were going to say – but because he had the feeling that they would be needing each other for their 'stomach aches' in the next while.

In a way, he was glad that someone else was going through the same thing as him, so he had someone to talk to if ever the urge presented itself and also, so he wasn't embarrassed about needing blood.

By that time, they had reached the Great Hall.

"Should we go in together? It's just the professors but you saw Dumbledore…" Harry asked. Thankfully, Draco agreed that their Headmaster had been getting a little too cocky lately and suggested Harry go in first.

Draco made the mistake of coming in too soon after Harry and judging by the looks the staff were giving them, they hadn't fooled anybody, least of all Dumbledore.

Figuring everyone there already knew that they weren't 'hateful' towards each other anymore, Draco went to sit with Harry. For this, Harry was thankful because at least, he thought, I won't be sitting alone in silence, I'll be eating with company in silence.

As it turned out, once he got started, Draco was a very charismatic person. They started talking about Quidditch, figuring it was a safe topic, considering they were both respective captains since last year.

They both made the point that they lost some good players, some because they were now too old to be in school and others, that had dropped out because of the war.

When war got mentioned, they both pulled back the conversation, not wanting to hurt the good talk they had been having. After that little mishap, Harry noticed that Draco seemed very careful about not mentioning anything controversial.

He must want something, was the first thought that entered his head.

However, now that he thought about it, a month ago, he would never have guessed that he'd be thinking about Draco Malfoy by his first name and more, having a conversation with him. Maybe people could change drastically in that short amount of time.

Going back to his earlier thought about Hermione and Ron, he wondered what he was going to tell them when they, inevitably wrote to him about his silence over the past couple of weeks. He looked forward to it. Not.

Tbc..