Gaius looked worried. His bushy brows were drawn together and his fingers were tight around his cup. "Merlin tells me that you are going into the forest to perform magic," he said bluntly.

"What did you tell him?" Draco asked. There was a note of warning in his voice.

"Nothing he didn't have a right to know," Merlin told them. "You can trust Gaius. He's known about my powers from the beginning and he hasn't betrayed me."

"That's not what I'm worried about!" Draco exclaimed. "The more people who know, the more likely it is that Uther's men will find out."

"And the more dangerous it is for all of us," Gaius said quietly. "You both are newcomers to this city. You haven't lived here. You haven't felt the atmosphere of fear in Camelot during these purges. We know how to be careful."

"Why did you summon us here then?" Draco asked.

Harry shot him a look. It wouldn't hurt Draco to be more polite. Gaius was well-connected and a friend of Uther. It was obvious that Gaius was on Merlin's side, but to have Gaius on their side as well would be far more useful.

Gaius looked amused. "I wished to talk to both of you."

"Talk away then," Draco said sharply.

To Harry's surprise, Gaius stood up and walked slowly towards one of the bookshelves that lined the room. Standing up on a footstool, Gaius groaned lightly as he reached for one of the books. The book seemed very old and leather-bound.

"I'll get that," Merlin said as he hurried over. He reached over Gaius's shoulder and grabbed it. He handed it to Gaius.

"I wanted to give you this," Gaius explained as he brought the book over. He shot Merlin a glance. "It's another one of those aspects of my past life that I have been reluctant to get rid of."

Merlin shook his head. "Arthur wouldn't be happy about this."

"This should be able to help you. There are spells about time travel in here," Gaius explained.

"May I?" Draco asked as he held out a hand. Gaius handed him the book and he began to flip through it. Looking over Draco's shoulder, Harry frowned. The book looked like complete gibberish. None of the words seemed to be in English and there were little squiggles all down the margins like a little kid had got in and drawn all over it.

"This doesn't make sense," Harry protested.

Gaius smiled softly. "That's because language would have changed between our time and yours. I suspect your magic is helping you understand our speech, but it obviously cannot translate the writing."

"So Merlin can read this?" Draco asked as he put the book down.

Merlin nodded.

Draco looked rather miffed that Merlin could do something better than he could. "Very well then. As long as somebody can read it. That's the important part. I'm still not sure why you needed us to see this."

"I also wanted to warn you," Gaius said. "Uther is ordering a search of all the rooms in the palace today. If you have anything magical in your rooms, I suggest that you find a good place to hide it."

Harry patted his pocket where he still kept his wand. "We don't have anything."

Gaius gave him a grave look. "As long as you are sure. Uther's men can be..."

"Unnecessarily harsh," Arthur interrupted. "But they're just doing their jobs."

"Of course," Merlin said. There was a slightly bitter twist to his lips.

"We'll see you tomorrow morning then," Draco said quickly. There was a slightly uncomfortable look on his face. It was obvious that he didn't want to be here any longer.

Merlin nodded. "I'll find a spell that will send you back home."

"Hopefully," Harry said as he walked towards the door. He really wanted to go home. Once home, he wouldn't have to talk to Draco any more. It was odd being so close with him here. They were former enemies stuck in a situation together which almost made them friends. It was a very odd situation.

Harry yanked the door open and stepped outside into the sunlight.

"Ow," Harry said as he bounced up and down on the horse. "I'm never doing this again once we get back home." It would be worth it if this meant that they could get home though. He couldn't get used to the idea of not having magic. Over the last day or so, it almost felt like his magic was coming back. His wand had warmed under his fingertips, and Harry almost thought he saw one of the books move when he pointed his wand at it.

But even if his magic was coming back, he still couldn't do anything with it. Harry had talked to Draco about it, and Draco said that he had felt something similar. It felt like there was something blocking their magic. Harry crossed his fingers. They both hoped that once they got home, everything would go back to normal.

"Ah!" Harry exclaimed as he was jolted out of his thoughts by his horse leaping over an old rotting log. "Did you have to do that?" he demanded crossly.

Draco shot him an amused look as his horse passed Harry's. Harry looked enviously at how comfortable Draco looked on his horse. It was nothing like the way Harry felt and undoubtedly looked. Arthur had smirked when he saw Harry getting on a horse and Merlin had bit back a laugh before helping him.

"Never ever," Harry vowed. His backside felt bruised. It really did feel like the horse was deliberately trying to make his ride as uncomfortable as possible. "How long left?"

"Not long," Merlin called over his shoulder. "Almost there!"

Harry reflected on the fact that Merlin had said the exact same thing ten minutes ago. Obviously his idea of almost there and Merlin's idea of almost there was not the same thing. Nowhere close, actually. "Come on," Harry muttered. He almost let out a sigh of relief when he saw Arthur's horse slow down and then come to a stop.

"We're here," Arthur said with an amused look.

Wincing, Harry slid off his horse and was ridiculously relieved when his feet touched the ground. "Couldn't have come sooner," Harry muttered.

"That was a lovely refreshing ride," Draco drawled as he gracefully got off his horse. "We must do that more often. This is something we don't do in the future."

Harry looked over to see Merlin busily pulling the thick book that Gaius had given them out of his saddlebag. Merlin looked up and grinned. "I found a spell that will send you back."

Harry felt a wave of relief slide through him. "Oh thank God," he exclaimed. He could feel his face turn red. "I didn't mean it that way."

"No offense taken," Merlin said cheerfully. "I'm sure if I were sent to your time I'd want to come back as soon as possible as well."

Harry shifted awkwardly on his feet. What could he say to people who he was never going to see again? There was also a blister growing on one of his feet. He had no idea how he could have got a blister from riding a horse, but somehow, he had one. "It was interesting," he said finally.

"I'm sure it was," Arthur drawled. He looked around quickly. "Now hurry up and get this over and done with." He grabbed the leads of the horses and led them away.

"I guess we should hurry up with it," Harry said as he looked back towards Merlin.

Merlin nodded as he sat down cross-legged and opened the book on his lap. "I just need to find the spell again."

Harry exchanged glances with Draco. They were going home! It meant that they could talk to their friends again. He could see Ron and Hermione. Draco could see whoever he was friends with. They would both go back to work again on Monday morning and it would be like none of this ever happened. Harry felt an uncomfortable twinge of regret at that idea. He had got to know Draco quite well during this adventure. What would it be like pretending that none of this had ever happened?

"Don't get maudlin, Potter," Draco advised.

Harry glared at him. "I'm not maudlin," he snapped. It would be quite easy to forget this, after all. Draco was an annoying twit and Harry was glad that he'd never have to talk to him again.

"Found it!" Merlin said as he spread the book open before him. "So are you two ready?"

Harry took a deep breath and then nodded.

"Of course," Draco said smoothly.

"I've never done this before," Merlin warned. "So I don't know what'll happen. It should be a smooth ride though."

Harry closed his eyes. He didn't care what Draco thought, but he suspected this would be easier with his eyes closed. It would be like waking up from a dream. He would open his eyes and be back home again. It would be like Dorothy returning to Kansas by clicking her heels. He could hear Merlin clearing his throat and then murmuring some harsh syllables. Then there was silence.

Harry held his breath. Were they back home again? He didn't want to open his eyes until he was sure. The disappointment would be too hard to bear.

"Hmm," Merlin said.

Harry opened his eyes. "Was something supposed to have happened?"

Merlin was frowning as he flipped rapidly through the pages of the book that Gaius had given them. "You should have been sent home," he said. "Maybe I said it wrong."

Harry shivered slightly as Merlin waved his hand again and said the strange, harsh syllables. "We're still here," he complained. This was one of the greatest wizards of all time? He seemed to be learning spells from textbooks and not getting them right.

"This isn't easy, you know," Merlin snapped. He waved his hand again and said the words, this time more forcefully.

"Still not working," Draco pointed out.

Harry hesitated. "Maybe you should try one of our wands."

Draco snorted. "It won't work."

"How do you know that?" Harry demanded.

"Just trust me on it," Draco said in that superior tone that Harry hated. "I actually listened during my seven years at Hogwarts, unlike you."

Harry resisted the urge to punch Draco on the arm or in the face. Taking his wand out of his pocket, he handed it to Merlin. "Try it anyway."

Merlin took the wand and looked at it doubtfully. "What am I supposed to do with this?"

"Just wave it around and see if it helps," Harry said.

With a disbelieving expression on his face, Merlin waved the wand in Harry's face. Harry leaned backwards and winced. "I don't think it's working," Merlin said as he handed the wand back. "Maybe our magic isn't compatible."

Harry handed it back to him again. "Just say the spell while waving the wand around."

Merlin looked uncomfortable, but he complied. As the harsh syllables came out of his mouth again, Harry stiffened. He wasn't sure what he was expecting. Maybe some sort of tugging sensation at his bellybutton much like what happened whenever he used a Portkey. Or maybe some sort of pulling sensation. Or the same feeling he felt when they had been dragged into the past.

But there was nothing. Harry sighed and took his wand back. "Maybe we need another spell," he suggested. "There's a lot of other spells in the book that you could try." Out of the corner of his eye, Harry could see Arthur moving towards them.

"But this one seemed like the most likely one," Merlin said with a frown.

"I said I'd give you ten minutes," Arthur said as he came up next to them. He gave an uneasy look at the book spread out on Merlin's lap. "Put that away."

"But he needs to try more spells," Harry protested.

"Merlin can figure it out from his own room in the castle," Arthur said bluntly. "He doesn't need to sit out here in the middle of the forest, in the open, putting his life in jeopardy."

"And whose idea was that?" Draco snapped. "You were the person who decided we needed to come all the way out here."

Arthur's eyes narrowed. "You seem to forget who you're talking to."

"You seem to forget where we come from," Draco said flatly. "Your nobility means nothing to me. Where we come from, magic means everything."

Harry coughed. "What Draco means is that we really would like to get home."

Arthur's eyes narrowed. "I'm well aware what he means. And it doesn't matter. Obviously the spell isn't working and it could take Merlin half the day to find another viable spell. We're going back to the castle." With that, Arthur spun on his heel and marched back to where they'd tied the horses to a tree.

Harry looked over at Draco. "Well, I guess we're going."

Draco was pacing again.

Harry looked over, sighed and tried to bury his head in his pillow. "If you keep on doing that, you're going to fall through the floor."

Draco simply quickened the speed of his pacing. "Merlin's useless," he ground out.

Privately, Harry agreed with Draco's assessment. He really didn't seem like the most powerful wizard of this era, let alone one of the most powerful wizards of all time. "He's just a kid," Harry protested. "He doesn't really come into his powers properly until later in life. Right now, he's just like any other wizard. Remember what we were like when we were his age?"

Draco raised an eyebrow. "You'd defeated Voldemort and joined the Aurors."

"Actually," Harry pointed out. "I joined Internal Affairs within the Auror Division. And I was a special case."

Draco snorted. "You were certainly special," he drawled. "What about me?"

Harry sighed. "We were special cases," he pointed out. "Think about it, surely even Dumbledore was pretty ordinary when he was Merlin's age."

"If he was ever Merlin's age," Draco pointed out. "But I get your point. It still doesn't help us though. If Merlin can't help us, nobody can. It's not as though we can take out some sort of ad and ask for powerful witches and wizards to help us!"

Harry slumped back down on the bed. He then sat back up again. "We know there's at least one other powerful witch or wizard," he said excitedly.

Draco gave him a baffled look.

"The person who enchanted the mirror," Harry said. "They're obviously magical. If we could get them to help us take the spell off the mirror, then maybe that'll take us back to the future."

Draco tilted his head. "Sometimes you surprise me."

"What'd you mean?"

"That was quite possibly quite intelligent," Draco drawled. "Perhaps I was too hasty in dismissing our Merlin's abilities. His magic could be being blocked by whoever this mysterious witch or wizard is. Once their spell is removed, then it should be simple enough for Merlin to send us back to the future."

Harry stared. That wasn't what he had meant at all, but it made sense. "That's exactly what I meant."

Draco gave him a slightly amused look. "We need to figure out who the person is."

"That isn't going to be easy."

"How are you feeling?" Harry asked politely.

Morgana smiled. "Still a bit shaken up," she admitted. "But I've been thorough worse. Gwen's been a treasure. She's looked after me."

Gwen gave a rather embarrassed smile. "Morgana didn't need that much looking after. She was very brave, especially given the circumstances."

Morgana shook her head. "Nonsense," she said briskly. "Gwen, you stopped me from reliving the moment by keeping me company. You got me mead for my nerves and brought me food."

Harry gave her an encouraging smile, but frowned inwardly. Wasn't that what Gwen was supposed to do? After all, she was Morgana's maidservant. From the slightly puzzled look on Gwen's face, he could guess that she was thinking the same thing.

Morgana stood up from the table. "I must go and see Uther now. He wishes to make sure that I am fine after my ordeal."

Harry nodded.

"No need to come with me, Gwen," Morgana said. "You haven't even finished your soup yet." She pointed down at the half-finished bowl in front of Gwen. "You were just saying this morning how you hadn't had the chance to talk to either of our guests." She winked at Gwen before leaving.

Harry raised an eyebrow. "You were saying?"

Gwen laughed. "I only said that because I was curious."

"Curious, eh?" Harry was amused and flattered.

"Not that way!" Gwen exclaimed quickly. "I was curious because Morgana has mentioned you several times. She seemed very interested in both of you."

Harry frowned. There was something rather odd about the entire situation. Since they had been here, they had barely talked to Morgana. Why would she be interested in them? Did she suspect anything? If she did, Harry would assume she would have gone immediately to Uther. So what was going on?

Seeing the look on his face, Gwen hastily added, "I'm sure it's nothing. We don't always get a lot of visitors here, and we haven't had any for a while."

"I'm sure that's it," Harry said absentmindedly. But inwardly, he wasn't so sure. Morgana had seemed so intent on convincing him that she really was scared about the event. It was strange given that Gwen didn't seem to think that she was scared at all. "So you think that Morgana was pretty brave about the whole thing?" he commented, trying to sound casual.

Gwen nodded. "She seemed a bit pale when Draco first escorted her into her chambers, but a few minutes after he had left, she seemed to be almost back to her old self."

Harry's carefully honed senses that he had developed after years in Internal Affairs were tingling. There was something very suspicious about this entire thing. Why on earth would Morgana try to convince them that she was scared? Anybody would assume that she'd be terrified by knives whirling around her. She shouldn't need to try to convince anybody. Harry bit the inside of his cheek. The only reason why she'd need to try to convince them is if she wasn't scared. And that meant that she most likely had something to hide.

"Are you okay?" Gwen asked.

Harry snapped back to the present. "Of course," he said, trying to sound natural. "I'm perfectly fine."

"It's just that you looked like you were very far away for a second," Gwen said, sounding wistful.

"I'm right in front of you," Harry joked. "But you were right. I was thinking about something."

"Must have been something very serious."

Harry shrugged. "It might be," he said slowly. His gut feelings when it came to these things were usually right. Of course, when they were wrong, they were blatantly wrong, which was why nowadays Harry tended to investigate first and arrest later. Right now, his gut feeling was telling him that Morgana has something huge to hide.

"Good luck with whatever it is," Gwen told him.

"Thanks."

Harry was having a very odd dream about a semi-naked and dancing Draco when he was suddenly woken up by the sound of a scream. He sat up in bed and stared into the darkness trying to forget the dream. He was never one for dwelling too long on dreams, not after Voldemort, but there was something rather unforgettable about a tutu-wearing Draco dancing the can-can. Then Harry realised what woke him up.

"Not again," Harry complained. He looked over and could see the silhouette of Draco sitting up and rubbing his eyes.

"If this is another giant snake..." Draco muttered.

"Hopefully not," Harry said as he swung his legs out of bed. "Come on. We should help whoever it is."

"I tell you every time," Draco said. "We should just leave it. Merlin can help them this time. Or they could help themselves. We can take a break sometimes, you know. It's not like we're masked vigilantes."

Harry glared at him, but he suspected the glare lost its effect due to the darkness. "I think we owe it to them to help. These objects come from our time. We have the responsibility to fix the damage they cause."

"No, we don't," Draco said. "The person who's dragging them through time has that responsibility. Once we find out who they are, they're toast."

"I think it's more important to get back home," Harry pointed out. "Revenge later." He could almost hear Draco rolling his eyes in frustration.

"Well, I guess we'd better get this over and done with," Draco muttered as he stood up. "Come on. Let's go to this poor bugger's rescue."

Harry stifled a yawn as he opened the door and poked his head out into the dark corridor. "Left or right?" he asked.

Draco shrugged. "Let's go right."

Harry stared. "Any particular reason?"

"It leads towards the kitchens," Draco told him. "So even if this ends up being a huge waste of time, we can grab some food."

Harry considered it. What Draco said made sense and now that he was thinking about it, Harry realised that he was rather hungry. "Right it is then," he said as he turned and began walking down the corridor. He shivered slightly. He really should have put on some shoes.

"So what'd you think it'll be this time?" Draco said sarcastically. "A giant snake? A giant lion? A giant penguin?"

Harry stared. "A giant penguin?"

"Well, you never know," Draco told him.

They walked along in silence for a few more steps before Harry frowned. "Isn't Arthur's room around here?" He bit his lip. Arthur wouldn't be terribly happy if he was accidentally part of some sort of magical event.

Draco stopped suddenly. "That's Arthur's room," he said softly. "And the door's open."

Harry squinted. Draco was right. The door was open. "We should see if he's okay."

Draco glanced at him. His eyes were shadowed in the moonlight. "He's not going to be too happy if we come bursting in loudly into his chambers."

"Then we go bursting in quietly," Harry told him.

"We don't even know that there's anything wrong!" Draco was saying when there was suddenly a muffled sound from inside the room.

"There!" Harry exclaimed quietly. He took a few steps towards the door. It sounded like there was somebody in danger in there. He knew what danger sounded like. Slowly, he pushed the door open and then stopped dead in his tracks. Harry's eyes widened.

"What is it?" Draco whispered into his ear.

Harry opened his mouth to reply, but his throat was dry. Impatiently, Draco pushed him forward and Harry stumbled into the wall. He bit his tongue to stop himself from crying out. "Shhh," Harry said softly.

"Ah," Draco murmured as he took in the scene.

"Exactly," Harry said as he dragged Draco backwards.

"I'm glad that we didn't go bursting in there," Draco said. He licked his lips.

"Well!" Harry closed his eyes as he stepped away from the door and closed it. He tried to wipe the images away from his mind, but he couldn't. He opened his eyes and stared at Draco. "That was..."

"Very unexpected," Draco finished. His eyes were wide.

"Yes," Harry agreed. "Very." His throat was dry. The images of Arthur and Merlin's entwined bodies were still at the forefront of his mind. He shook his head slightly, trying to erase the images, but they were still there. To his shock, Harry realised he was slightly aroused. He'd experimented with men before, but he liked women better. He was positive about that.

"Well," Draco said, his voice sounding strangled. "I think I might go to bed."

Harry licked his lips. "Bed, right." He was sure that Draco didn't mean it that way, but he suddenly wondered what Draco would be like naked. Would his skin be pale all over? What would he look like sprawled on Harry's bed?

Draco raised an eyebrow. "I didn't mean it that way."

Harry could feel his face flush. "I'm not the one with the dirty mind," he snapped. "I just meant that I was tired."

Draco looked amused. "Look, if I didn't know better, I'd think that you enjoyed what we just saw. Look, you're blushing."

"I'm not," Harry insisted as he turned away. "Look, it's late. I'm going to bed. Hopefully nothing else will happen tonight."

"I wouldn't bet on it," Draco muttered.

Harry had to agree. There had simply been too many instances of magical items appearing all over Camelot. He wished that the items were obviously magical. It would have made things easier for them. Instead, they looked like everyday items, except for the fact that they were dangerous. Very dangerous. And most of them had come from the Department of Mysteries. "There's nothing we can do to stop things from happening."

Draco raised an eyebrow. "Okay then," he said.

Harry was surprised. He expected that Draco would insist on looking around some more just to spite him. After all, he was the one who had dragged Draco out of bed on this wild goose chase. As they began walking back towards their room, Harry was glad that Draco had agreed so easily. He wanted to go back to bed. Perhaps in the morning he would've forgotten about what he had just seen. Perhaps by morning, he wouldn't be so intrigued by the way Arthur had disentangled himself from Merlin and his mouth had enclosed around Merlin's cock just as Harry had turned away. Harry swallowed and looked over at Draco. Was Draco thinking about the same thing?

Draco gave him a quizzical look. "Are you going to just stand there and stare at me?"

Harry coughed. "No, of course not." He turned around quickly and began walking as fast as he could back towards their rooms.

"I heard there was another magical incident last night," Draco drawled as he sat down next to Merlin who was spooning food into his mouth monotonously. He grabbed a rather wizened-looking apple and wrinkled his nose at it.

Harry choked. It certainly was a rather interesting incident they saw the previous night, but he wouldn't call it magical. Well, perhaps it was magical, but only for Arthur and Merlin.

Merlin nodded and sighed. "The walls in Morgana's room started screaming."

Harry blinked rapidly. What on earth was Merlin talking about? Looking over at Draco, Harry could see him hiding a smile. Obviously, Draco had heard of the screaming walls before now. "Screaming?"

"Positively shrieking," Arthur interjected.

Draco frowned. "We didn't hear a thing."

"Her rooms are on the opposite side of the castle to yours," Merlin explained.

Draco lifted an eyebrow. "Doesn't explain why both of you look so tired though."

Harry suspected that he knew why. It might have had something to do with the exercise both Arthur and Merlin had had the previous night.

"Uther came to get Arthur," Merlin explained.

"And I decided that, because I had to get out of bed in the middle of the night, Merlin should as well," Arthur said with a grin. His grin faded, and he looked around quickly. "Plus, I thought that he would be the best person to deal with the... situation."

"He came knocking on my door with his sword. Woke Gaius up. Let me say that he wasn't happy this morning," Merlin said flatly.

"I'm sure Gaius understands," Arthur said with a dismissive wave of his hand.

"I'm not so sure," Merlin muttered. "He was very grumpy this morning."

"So I guess it's all fixed now?" Harry asked. He certainly couldn't hear any screaming.

Merlin nodded. "It turned out that it was the paint on her walls. We just scraped it off and the screaming stopped."

Harry could see at least three things that were confusing about that scenario, but his mind kept on being distracted by what he had seen the previous night. "I guess you didn't get much sleep afterwards, then," he said casually.

Merlin's cheeks turned slightly pink. "No, we didn't."

"We?" Draco asked smoothly, looking amused. He'd obviously caught onto what Harry was doing.

"We," Arthur said flatly. "I didn't get much sleep either. I'm sure Merlin can tell from the dark circles under my eyes."

Merlin nodded.

"Both of you certainly do look tired," Draco drawled. "It must have been quite the night."

Arthur narrowed his eyes. "It was."

Harry stifled a laugh as he reached over to grab his own piece of fruit from the table. About the only thing that was nice about the food from this era was the fruit. It might have been the fact that it was fresher than the fruit he bought in the future, or it might have been the fact that it simply tasted better than anything else he'd had here. "Hopefully you have quieter nights from now on," he said. "Maybe you'd get more sleep."

Harry shook his head and tried to dispel the images. Damn it, the image of Merlin and Arthur together wouldn't leave his mind. It wasn't like he wanted to think about them. In fact, Harry had done everything he could to stop thinking about them short of taking a cold shower. He rather thought that taking a dip in the palace moat was close enough though. It was certainly as freezing as a cold shower.

But the image of those two wouldn't leave his mind. The redness of Arthur's lips around Merlin's cock. The paleness of their skin as they almost seemed to blend together into one person.

Harry's cheeks flushed as he reached under the covers. He glanced over at the sleeping form of Draco in the other bed. Draco was lightly snoring; it was something that he would never admit when awake, but Harry knew better. "Draco?" Harry whispered softly. "Are you awake?"

There was no sound from the other bed.

Taking a deep breath, Harry decided to risk it. Lifting up the waistband of his boxers, Harry wrapped his fingers around his already hard cock. Harry bit back a gasp as he brushed his thumb over the tip of his cock. He leaned backwards into the thin pillow and thrust his hips up. He didn't see everything properly, but he did see Arthur's lips enclosing around Merlin cock. He did see the way Merlin threw his head back and the way Arthur was rhythmically moving his head up and down.

Harry couldn't help a small gasp escaping his throat. It was almost exciting doing this while Draco was in the same room. It reminded him of back at Hogwarts when he would furtively rustle around underneath the covers, while he knew that behind the other curtains, all the others were doing the same thing. For all he knew, Draco could be lying there, listening to him.

Somehow, that seemed to make him even harder. Harry's hand quickened over his cock as he imagined Draco lying there, in the dark, listening to the sound of Harry's hand on his cock. Would Draco be turned on by the sound? Harry bit his lip to stop himself from moaning out loud at the idea of Draco reaching down and wrapping his fingers around his own cock. Maybe Draco would wonder if Harry was turned on by the sound of him wanking off as well and it would make him harder and harder until he would come all over his blankets.

Maybe Draco would secretly sit up in his bed and lean over to watch Harry's hand move up and down underneath his blankets. Harry's breath caught in his throat as he glanced over but Draco still seemed asleep. He was almost disappointed.

Maybe Draco could come over and they would tumble into bed together and they would tear their clothes off and it would be quick and dirty and everything they'd ever wanted. Maybe Draco would take Harry's cock into his mouth and run his tongue over the tip of his cock. Draco could look up and smirk in that arrogant and annoying way of his and Harry could drag him up and kiss him until that smirk disappeared and was replaced by a lazy, sated expression.

Harry's heart pounded as he moved his hand quicker and quicker. With a gasp, Harry felt himself spurt all over his blankets. He sank slowly down and could feel his heartbeat slow down to normal.

As he thought back on what had just happened, Harry flushed. Draco had played a prominent role in his fantasy. While Harry knew it was just a fantasy, it still made him feel uncomfortable. He wasn't attracted to Draco, was he? No, Harry decided. That was ridiculous. Draco was an arrogant prat and that was it.

He definitely wasn't attracted in any way to Draco. The fact that he had just fantasised about him was just a hormonal thing. Draco was the closest person there. That was it. Besides, he had more things to worry about, like how to clean up.

Wrinkling his nose, Harry shifted in bed slightly. Now came the really awkward part. He usually used magic for the clean up process, but that wasn't possible at the moment. He was going to have to do it the old-fashioned way. With a sigh, Harry pushed the blankets aside and got up.

Harry shot Draco a nervous look. Draco hadn't heard him last night, had he? Draco certainly wasn't giving him strange looks or anything like that, but sometimes Harry found Draco looking at him oddly. Like over breakfast that morning. Every time Harry looked up from his sausages, Draco was looking away from him.

Harry shook his head. Draco couldn't have heard anything. Undoubtedly, Draco would have said something about it if he had. He bit his lip. Then again, if Harry had heard Draco wanking off, he probably wouldn't say anything. In fact, he'd feel incredibly uncomfortable by the entire event and probably be unable to look Draco in the eye for quite a while. Of course, right now, he couldn't look Draco in the eye, but it was for a completely different reason. It was just a fantasy. Harry knew that. But he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to mark Draco's creamy skin with kisses.

"You're staring," Draco drawled.

Harry could feel his face flush. "I am not."

"You are," Draco confirmed. "You keep on looking at me and then looking away. It's distracting."

Harry blinked rapidly. It was distracting? Draco was distracted by him? He wasn't sure why, but the idea of that made him feel good. "How am I distracting you?" Harry blurted out.

Draco hesitated. "I didn't mean that you distracted me."

"Then what did you mean?" Harry asked.

"You're distracting me in an annoying way," Draco said flatly. "So stop staring at me."

Harry rolled his eyes and looked at the wall. "Is that better?"

"Much better," Draco said smugly.

Harry glared at the wall.

Author Notes: Final part is up tomorrow!