Hi! First of all, thanks for the positive reviews so far. Next chapter's here. I'm really having trouble writing lately, being stuck at chapter 6, but well, chapter 3's here for you. There's finally going to be some action! I hope you like it, and if you do, don't forget to review, otherwise I wouldn't know! Enjoy!

Chapter 3

Sleepover

Harry was surprised to see Malfoy again. He had thought the man would have tried to make the distance between them as big as possible, because Harry had found his bag and disturbed his holiday by showing his face. Not that Malfoy would have passed a good holiday if someone else had found his bag, but it bothered Harry to no end that of all people, he had to find the blonde's bag.

Anyway, here he was back at the farm. He looked terrible, his face scrunched up like a thundercloud, struggling with a huge amount of bags. Harry had to withhold a smile. He could only wonder why Malfoy would return. He couldn't have forgotten something, otherwise he wouldn't have brought all that luggage. Harry stepped forward onto the courtyard, forcing his mouth not to curl up into a grin.

"Malfoy. What brings you back?" Harry had to admit the man looked very unhappy. It was extremely difficult to not let the humor sound through his voice.

"Potter! You need to help me. I can't get into my hotel room, they denied my card." Malfoy's tone was short and angry, not even trying to ask for help politely. That was the Malfoy Harry knew.

"Card? You have a card?" Harry laughed. He couldn't imagine Malfoy using a Muggle device willingly. It was kind of surreal. When Harry saw the look on Malfoy's face, he quickly wiped the smile off his face.

"Yes Potter. That's not the point right now; I need to get into my room." Malfoy looked ready to kill. Harry suppressed a shudder, suddenly very aware of the flaming grey eyes piercing through his.

"Okay. Sorry. Why did your card get denied?" Harry asked, trying to keep his face neutral. Malfoy could be as pisses as he wanted, this was hilarious. Malfoy coming to him for help about a muggle card? That would be like Hermione swearing off books for the rest of her life. Hi-la-ri-ous.

"No idea. I just got it from that exchange office." Malfoy was sulking big time, frustration ruling over his normally controlled voice. Harry looked at the man, appreciating the way his lips were pursed together. Harry quickly pushed away that thought, not knowing why he had had it in the first place. Why would he like Malfoy's lips? He had to admit Malfoy had become a very attractive man. Malfoy looked at him expectantly, and Harry shrugged, pushing away his previous thoughts.

"What do you want me to do?" Harry asked sheepishly, scratching the back of his head for inspiration.

"Don't you know about this stuff?"

"Eh. Yeah, I know how to use them, but I've got no idea why it wouldn't work." That was the truth. He hardly used a card, since he preferred handling cash money. Harry didn't know why the card was declined. Maybe it was a fake.

"I'm not going home without having my holiday, Potter. I need to get into that hotel room!" Malfoy snapped, making Harry almost laugh again. This surprised Harry even more than the fact that Malfoy had returned. Normally, he would find it extremely annoying to have a whining Malfoy bugging him; right now he felt very comfortable having this conversation. Somehow, 'Malfoy' and 'Comfortable' didn't seem to fit into the same sentence.

"Show me your card, Malfoy." Malfoy looked very frustrated, but got the card out of his pocket. Harry watched the blonde while he was struggling. He looked like he had walked all the way here. Harry unexpectedly pitied him, supposing he hardly did anything on foot, and then having to drag all those bags along.

"This is it." Harry took the card and looked at it. It looked like it was supposed to. Visa.

"Maybe they don't accept Visa in that hotel," Harry stated. He really had no clue as to why the card didn't work, he wasn't a professional either. Malfoy pulled a face and set his jaw.

"I don't think so. I'm sure they accept it. I've seen the mark." Harry could sense that Malfoy's frustration only increased. Harry wanted to ask if he was sure he had seen the right one, but restrained himself at the last moment, knowing that question would only cause more frustration.

"Maybe there's no money on it. That would be the main reason for it to be declined." Harry became more desperate within minutes and sighed. Why was he the one to help an angry Malfoy? Why did this have to happen to him? He should've let the luggage where it was, then he wouldn't be having all this trouble. Anyway, it was not in Harry's nature to let someone drown in his misery, even if that had to be Malfoy.

"I don't know. At the company where I got the card, they told me everything would be fine. Can't you pay it?" Malfoy seemed desperate too, but Harry only got more frustrated with the man, the last comment setting his teeth on edge.

"No! I'm not giving that much money for a stupid room. You don't have another choice than to go home!" he barked. This wasn't exactly what Harry wanted to say, but it really wasn't his problem. He had already helped out and was wasting his time too.

"I'm not!" Something about Malfoy's attitude told Harry that the blonde wouldn't be leaving before he had a room. Harry sighed again, trying to get rid of his frustration himself, without taking it out on the former Slytherin. He understood the man's angriness. He would be raging with fury, stomping back to that company demanding for another card, but right now they were in France, and Harry could only come up with one last solution.

"Then you'll have to stay here. You can stay in my room, it has a double bed." Harry turned around. This was the only solution. The other rooms were taken by other guests, so there were no rooms available. And since he didn't have any money, he couldn't afford to have another room anyway.

"I'm not sleeping with you, Potter!" Harry hadn't expected Malfoy to be thrilled with that. He wasn't very happy either.

"You don't have a choice! Stop whining! It's not my problem. Or you go home. I can't fix your card, Malfoy." With those words Harry turned around and started to make his way back to the house.

Malfoy sighed. Harry felt sorry for the man, but really wasn't able to do anything. He wasn't jumping to share his bed either, but was willing to offer it as an act of friendship. Halfway, Harry turned around.

"Well? What will it be? I prefer to keep my bed to myself too, Malfoy, but I don't want your holiday to be ruined, and I still feel kind of guilty about that bag of yours," Harry confessed, looking at the taller man while heaving another sigh.

"Why is that? You saved my bag. I still feel guilty about losing it, and now torturing you again with this card problem, it's driving me insane," Malfoy replied, defeat sounding through his voice.

"It's your choice." Malfoy just nodded, and Harry concluded he was staying.

"Make yourself comfortable," Harry said, not believing his own words. This wasn't happening to him.

Draco woke up, feeling an arm wrapped around his waist. His lips curled up, feeling good in the warm bubble. He nuzzled his nose into the downy bush of hair. It smelled so good, shampoo prickling his nose gently. He crawled a little closer, his chest touching hot skin, relaxing him even more.

Draco sighed. How amazing it was to lie here – wait a minute. Where was he? He hoped sincerely he didn't do a one night stand with some French guy. Draco opened one eye lazily and saw black hair. Black hair? His eyes traveled down a muscular – naked – chest. Chest?

Draco sat up immediately. He had been cuddling bloody Potter! Merlin! Had he gone mad? Draco quickly got out of bed to take a shower. That would cool him down and get his mind off of things. Off of Potter. And his naked body.

When the water woke him up even more, Draco was able to think clearly. That had been a normal reaction. After all, Potter was a guy, and he had a thing for guys, so he hadn't done anything wrong, right? The Boy Who Lived had grown up to become a very handsome – sexy – man. Potter didn't have to know that he was sexy; but such things just didn't slip Draco's attention. Why did it feel so different?

Usually Draco didn't have the time to think about hot boys back at the Ministry. Ever since he was head of the department, all he ever did was work. Draco felt disgusted by the thought of a naked Potter, but on the other hand - without knowing why - he sensed a stirring feeling around the centre of his body. Boys normally didn't gross him out; disgusted was an overstatement, it just felt kind of wrong fantasizing about your former enemy.

Draco grumbled. This had to happen to him of all people!

When Harry woke up he was all alone. He didn't realize he wasn't supposed to be alone, and his sleepy mind had forgotten that he had invited Malfoy last night. He got up, leapt out of bed while scratching his back, and yawned heavily; completely obvious to the pit in the pillow next to his own. He would need a steaming hot shower to wake up. He walked to the bathroom and opened the door to stand face to face with…

A naked Malfoy.

"WHAT THE –!" Harry yelled. Before him stood Draco Malfoy the way he was born, his blonde hair covered in shampoo, the foam slowly drifting to the lower parts of his body. Harry's mind went fuzzy when he saw the shampoo mingle in the soft blonde curls and closed his eyes in shock. However, the image of Malfoy massaging his hair in a sort of pornographic pose was printed on his retina.

Malfoy immediately turned around at Harry's screech and screamed like a girl, covering his vital parts as quickly as possible. "Potter! Get the hell out of here!"

Harry was momentarily paralyzed and just gaped at the slender man in awe. The room was hot and Malfoy's face got a pink blush. This had not happened. This couldn't be happening. Harry felt a desirable feeling crawl to his abdomen from watching the exposed man, telling him he didn't want to leave at all.

"POTTER! GET! OUT!" Malfoy's voice was unnaturally high. This seemed to get Harry back to his senses. He turned around and rushed back into his room. It took a few minutes for his breathing to normalize, but the rest of Harry's body didn't want to calm down so easily.

No. He had not seen a naked Malfoy. He had not seen the blonde curls on his abdomen. Harry was overwhelmed by the image. The thing that scared him the most was the fact that he was aroused. Harry squeezed his eyes shut again, trying to forget, but it was useless.

No matter how hard Harry tried, he couldn't get the man out of his mind. He just sat there on the side of his bed, thinking about what had happened. Why had he felt so affected by just a naked man? He had seen Ron naked before. He had seen all of the Gryffindor guys naked before. He had even seen Ginny naked, before having sex, and even that moment wasn't as heated as this one.

Harry wasn't gay, absolutely not. He had never been attracted to boys before. Somehow, Malfoy always got to him in a way nobody else could. The view of Malfoy's naked chest kept haunting him, making it impossible for Harry to think straight.

Harry was still stuck deep in his thoughts when Malfoy exited the bathroom, covered up in a dressing-gown.

"It's all yours," Malfoy muttered, squatting in front of his enormous pile of bags and suitcases. Harry stood up in a mechanical way, forcing his eyes not to pierce through the terry cloth, and marched to the damping bathroom.

Before entering he turned around, facing Malfoy's back. "I'm sorry for barging in. I had forgotten you were here." When Malfoy didn't respond, Harry entered the bathroom and made sure to lock it, in case Malfoy wanted to pay him back.

Draco waited for Potter to leave before getting dressed. The Boy Who Lived had seen enough of his sacred body. He still hadn't overcome his shock. He was very prudish about his body, and being fully exposed in front of a half-naked Potter was the most embarrassing thing he had ever experienced.

It had also been one of the hottest things he had ever encountered. He had seen how Potter's body slowly became aroused by seeing him. Even if a bomb would have exploded next to the raven haired man, he probably wouldn't have averted his eyes from Draco's body.

Draco had been paralyzed as well, just standing there watching how Potter slowly realized what he was seeing. His emerald eyes were as green as grass, showing everything that was going on in his mind. Draco was convinced the man had been obvious that his lips had parted, his mouth opening not only in shock.

On the other hand, it was probably his punishment for cuddling up to Potter earlier. It wouldn't surprise Draco if Potter would have done it on purpose, while they had been enemies throughout Hogwarts and hadn't met since. But Potter had been struck by lightning and had apologized, so surely it was a coincidence.

It took Draco an eternity to get dressed – even longer than it normally took him – not being able to stop his train of thoughts. They were adults now, not children. This was all just an accident, and Draco had to stop thinking like a seventeen-year-old. His hormones were acting like they were seventeen again, and Draco needed to put his mask back on, before Potter came back.

Potter exited the bathroom, just as Draco finished his grooming. The green eyed man wore an emerald shirt, on top of a black pants, that hung low on his hips. Draco swallowed back his comments and just nodded at the hero. He had never thought Potter would be dressed fashionable, and he suspected Granger to be behind it. The girl had taste, and Potter was wearing something that would make every girl – and boy –drool.

"I'm really sorry about earlier, Malfoy," Potter said. This took Draco even more by surprise. Why did he have to say it twice? Draco wouldn't have been able to even say it once. Okay, in emergencies he would have apologized, but twice? That was such a Gryffindor thing to do.

"It's alright Potter. No hard feelings. I'll see you for dinner this evening 'kay?" Draco announced, grabbing his pouch. He felt rather noble for resisting the urge to make a scene.

"Okay. I'll help with the animals this morning, but your shift starts tomorrow," Potter replied, retrieving his work clothes and disappearing through the bedroom door. Draco frowned, then his eyebrows shot up in realization.

"What? Potter! What do you mean by my shift?" Draco barked, but Potter didn't respond, having already made his way down. "I'm not touching those filthy animals, Potter! I'm warning you!" Draco grumbled, his nobleness completely vanished, following Potter downstairs.

"It's the only way to pay your stay here. Now tell me, do you want to go home, or are you going to help to feed the pigs tomorrow?" Potter commented, his tone severe. The word pig made Draco's straight hair curl. They both sat down for breakfast, their table plates richly filled with eggs, toast and cereals.

Draco sighed deeply. Helping the animals? Feeding the pigs? Cleaning their crap? This would be the most horrible holiday ever!

To be continued…

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