Disclaimer: JKR owns all HP characters and settings etc. They are not my dollies, I simply stole them and played with them for a short while. Only the plot belongs to me.
Rated: M for language and some sexual situations.
Warnings: There will be slash/ malexmale/ yaoi/ whatever you want to call it. Basically, if you are a homophobe, I don't advise reading this story. Also, for some, there may be unbearable amounts of fluffy relationship stuff that may induce vomiting and/or blindness. Have a nice day.
Post-DH but NOT epilogue compliant. There may be some spoilers.
Sorry for updating so late, and for the shortness of this chapter =(
Chapter 7 will make it interesting and I'll try and get that up ASAP! Promise!
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The next morning dawned late, as October was quickly waning into November. Harry rose quietly, careful not to disturb the - for once - sleeping Draco. He showered speedily and donned his robes for the day and was attempting to flatten out his hair with a comb when Draco strolled in, looking more than a little bleary-eyed. Harry nodded to him in the mirror and received a nod in return as Draco made his way towards the shower.
As he was shoving the last of his schoolbooks into his bag, Harry wondered if Draco would honestly come over and sit with them at breakfast. Not knowing whether he should wait for the blond or not, Harry sat on the bed, running his hands through his hair and figuring that perhaps he and Draco could at least walk down to breakfast together; he really wanted to make the effort for the blond, but curiously, he seemed unable to find reasoning behind this desire. He looked up nervously as Draco returned, looking much more like his normal primped and polished self, rather than the dishevelled version Harry had seen only fifteen minutes ago. The blond moved to his bed and packed his bag quickly before turning to Harry, an eyebrow raised in question.
"I uh… I thought we could walk down to breakfast together…" Harry mentally groaned. Why had he waited? Now he sounded ridiculous and desperate. "I-I mean… if you wanted to. You… You don't have to or anything." Ooh. Much better. Harry congratulated himself on how cool he sounded. Not.
Draco appeared to smirk, but it turned into a small smile before Harry's eyes as the boy shrugged. "Okay."
Harry stood, shouldering his own bag and blinking uncertainly at Draco, sure the blond was going to burst out laughing at his gullibility any second.
Draco rolled his eyes and headed towards the door. "Coming?"
Harry nodded, adjusting his glasses and following the blond out into the corridor. They walked side-by-side in silence for a few minutes before Draco spoke up. "Listen, Harry…" Harry looked at him instead of his own feet. "Were you serious last night? About breakfast?"
Harry nodded. "Yeah… I was."
Draco sighed. "I just don't think I'm ready to sit in a huge crowd of Gryffindors yet." He looked back at Harry. "You understand, right?"
He understood completely. Had the roles been reversed and Harry been the one to mock and sneer at the Slytherins, having them all hate him; only to have to help out a few of them once he decided he was on the wrong side of war… Well, he wouldn't exactly feel comfortable sitting among a large group of them either. He nodded. "Of course. Maybe some other time."
They reached the Great Hall once more in silence and strolled off to their respective house tables, Harry collapsing on to the bench next to Hermione and Ron.
Hermione passed him a plate of buttered toast with a question in her eyes.
Harry rolled his own as he bit into the first slice. "Yeah, I did it 'Mione."
"How did it go? Did you punch him?" Ron asked with a grin, which he sobered at the look he received from his girlfriend.
Harry shook his head and swallowed, and started to recount to his friends the events of last night.
When he had finished and had sufficiently answered all of Hermione's questions, he allowed his attention to wander yet again to Draco. The blond was sitting alone at the Slytherin table, slowly pulling apart a piece of toast in his hands. He sighed and made a snap decision. Standing up and with a mumbled "See you in class." To Ron and Hermione, he walked over to the Ravenclaw table, grabbing Luna and Neville - who seemed to be sitting with her at every meal they had attended this year - and dragged them over to sit beside Draco. The blond looked up, startled at the invasion of his privacy, staring at Harry as he sat opposite him. "What are you doing?"
"Well, you said you were uncomfortable sitting in a huge crowd of Gryffindors, so I brought a couple over to you. Look, one of them isn't even a Gryffindor." He gestured at Luna who smiled dreamily and resumed her conversation with Neville as though nothing had interrupted them.
Draco looked at him. "I don't need you to look out for me."
Harry blinked and then suppressed a grin. "Let's just say I have a hero complex and need to be out saving someone, whether they need saving or not." He stated, his lips twitching.
One of Draco's eyebrows arched, but he said nothing. The rest of the meal was spent in easy, polite conversation between the two couples.