A/N: Well I've finally written another chapter. I sent it to my beta and she hasn't gotten it back to me yet, but I feel bad. I'll post the edited version as soon as I get it back, but for now, please bear with me. Review!

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Draco snuggled into the back of the couch, resolutely refusing to wake up. Of course, he knew it was inevitable as the sun was shining directly in his eyes.

Sighing and mumbling "Bloody sun.", he rolled away from the couch and, misjudging the distance to the edge, fell off.

He heard snickering and quickly righted himself, trying to pretend nothing had happened.

Looking up, Draco could've sworn the temperature in the room had risen. Harry was wearing black slacks and a white oxford with the sleeves rolled up a few times, with the top four buttons undone.

This was not an unusual outfit for males at their school because it consisted of clothes found in the uniform, but the way Harry wore it made him want to pop.

He was smiling a genuine smile and his hair was wet. He had obviously just showered and come down to see Draco.

Draco blushed uncharacteristically, and gave a half smile.

"Morning. How was your night?" He asked. Harry smiled back.

"It was good. How did you sleep on the couch? Okay?"

"Of course; it's terrible comfortable. Excepting the way I woke up, as you witnessed, I actually had a really good night." He said, including the way he had spent his evening.

"Oh, and thanks for the pajamas. They're more comfortable than they look."

"No problem. Anyway, do you want to shower then we can head down to breakfast?"

Draco agreed, and followed Harry who was showing him where the shampoos and soaps were kept.

Once Draco was finally alone under the warm water, he had time to reflect on the previous night. It had been so great to relax with Harry, and just hang out, poke fun, and talk.

This had been a huge step forward for them both. To enjoy the others company without throwing insults, or even feeling as if they had to.

Draco smiled under the spray thinking about how Harry looked this morning. He was the classic hot school boy, but he did it so effortlessly.

As he thought this, his hand ran absentmindedly down his smooth hairless chest, brushing a nipple along the way.

Thinking of Harry's chest that he had just seen moments ago through the open shirt, he remembered a light sprinkle of black hair in between his pectorals, over such a hard, well defined chest.

Draco's hand played gently with his balls, rolling them together in his hand as his cock grew hard. He knew he shouldn't be doing this, but he couldn't help it. Harry had that affect on him.

Once he was fully hard, Draco grabbed his cock gently and started pulling, with a small twist at the head.

Various scenarios of making love to Harry ran through his head as he did this. In every single one of them, Harry would be declaring his love for Draco: how he always wanted to be with him.

To support himself, Draco had to lean against the wall of the communal shower, something he had never had to do before. As he did this, one hand wandered down to the pucker of his ass.

He stroked it softly, taking care to just tease and tickle.

His wandering mind focused on one scene in particular, where Harry was on his knees, sucking him off while simultaneously wanking himself furiously.

He pictured Harry looking up at him, with those big green lust-filled eyes, and Draco's cock in his mouth. The mere thought of it was too much for Draco, as he shot his cum all over the shower floor.

Immediately after Draco came down from his hormone induced high, he was mortified. He couldn't believe he had just wanked to Harry, fifteen feet away from the boy in question, and in the Gryffindor showers nonetheless. 'As satisfying as it was.' His brain added as an afterthought.

Draco shook his head, trying to clear it, and caught sight of a towel and pile of clothes lain out for him. He eyes grew wide.

Harry had been in here while he was jacking off. That was incredibly awkward from his standpoint and, he could only guess, from Harry's.

Sure people always walking in on others wanking, it was after all, a boarding school full of teenagers. But those were usually your friends and you ignored it and left. Everyone did it. The situation with Harry however, was different.

They weren't really together, but may have been - Draco didn't know. Add that to the fact that Draco had in fact, been thinking about Harry and… ugh.

He only hoped if he acted as if nothing was different, Harry would too. Fingers crossed.

Draco walked into Harry's dorm, dressed in the clothes that had been waiting for him. As it turned out, the outfit was identical to what Harry was wearing – the usual school uniform, void of any house markings or robes.

He was still drying his hair with the towel and dropped it on the ground to run his fingers through it, straightening it out.

"How is your hair so perfect? Mine always looks like it hasn't been brushed in ages, even while I'm brushing it."

Draco turned to laugh at the comment.

"Come here, I'm sure you're doing something wrong. Let an expert try."

Harry rolled his eyes but walked over to the bed near where Draco was standing, and sat down. The blond stood next to him and ran his fingers through the ebony hair trying to calm it down, but to no avail. Still running his fingers through it, he heard Harry sigh.

"What? Am I annoying you? I could stop." Draco asked slightly insecurely pulling his hands back.

Harry stopped him saying "Oh no, it's just nice. Sort of relaxing." He turned pink. Draco shrugged and changed strategies, no longer trying to calm it down, but just enjoying himself playing with the hair.

After a few moments of this, he pulled out his wand and said "Saeta bonus."

In a flash, Harry's hair was perfect. It was still suitably messy and, if Draco was honest with himself, almost exactly the same as before. But that was okay, because evidently Harry saw a difference.

"Merlin! How did you do that? I've been trying to get my hair to look good my whole life and then you come along and do it in two minutes! You have to do that again and make me pay attention next time."

Draco was beaming. That meant he was going to get to run his hands through Harry's hair at least once more. "I'm glad you like it, I really didn't change that much you know."

"Well it looks so much better, thank you."

Harry stood up and gave him a kiss on the cheek in a very innocent, chaste way.

Draco tried to brush this off, and not think about anything too much. He was being stupid and reminded himself distinctly of Pansy who, while he loved her, was such a piece of work.

He didn't want to start overanalyzing things that needn't be analyzed at all. He should just 'go with the flow' – and expression he had heard that he felt properly described what he was going for.

Draco tried to relax. He took a couple quiet deep breaths, so as not to alert Harry of the emotional turmoil he was in.

"Common, let's get to breakfast, or possibly lunch by now I suppose."

All the way down to the Great Hall, they were commenting on each others hair, something that felt off, but was neutral ground and therefore welcomed.

Harry was apparently still having trouble with the fact that Draco's hair dried perfectly without any intervention, and stayed that way even after sleeping.

Draco was reassuring him that once Harry knew how to do his hair, it would be a snap.

When they walked into the Great Hall it was empty, but considering it was nearly ten in the morning, this was not a surprise.

They sat in their usual seats closest to the Head table.

"It feels weird, being in such a large room with only one other person." Harry commented, just for the sake of small talk.

"I'm used to it. You should see the Malfoy Manor. It's huge and there's only the three of us who live there, not counting the House Elves of course. It's actually sort of nice once you get used to it"

Harry asked Draco a couple questions, learning in the process that Malfoy Manor had forty-seven House Elves total, with nine of them currently expecting children.

This information was shocking to Harry who thought that was probably about as many as Hogwarts itself had.

What could three people possibly need that many House Elves for? He supposed there were a lot of rooms to clean and the like, but Merlin!

Draco didn't seem to find anything about that situation odd, and when Harry questioned it, he simply shrugged and said, "I suppose they just take care of themselves and each other. There's an entire wing of the Manor that they use. It's not like they're stuck in the house either. We have gardens. Anyway, would you like to go to Hogsmeade today? I'm sure we can get there without Dumbledore knowing. I feel as though we've been stuck here for a long time."

Harry was still thinking about the House Elf situation and didn't know whether Draco had avoided the question or not.

Trying to recall what Draco had asked afterwards, he realized the blond was waiting for an answer.

"Sure." Not entirely positive on what he was agreeing to.

"Nice, I'm out of chocolate frogs, and a butterbeer or two wouldn't be out of the question." Draco said smiling.

'Ah, right!' thought Harry. 'Hogsmeade could be fun.' He smiled back, getting a little excited himself.

Maybe this could be their first date of sorts.

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