The boys tossed and turned considerably for several minutes. Both Draco and Harry had grown accustomed to the warm, comfortable four poster bed that they slept in during the school year.

"Draco, this is stupid. There's a perfectly good cot right there. It's no use for both of use to be uncomfortable." Harry said quite exasperatedly.

I'm glad you see it my way. Up you go, then." Draco said, knowing very well that Harry did not see it his way.

Harry scowled, let out a frustrated 'ugh', and slowly stood up. He walked around the cot so that he was standing directly behind Draco's head.

Draco was just about to turn around and ask Harry what the hell he thought he was doing when he hook his arms under Draco's armpits and heaved him onto the cot.

"Oh, no you don't!" Draco said as pulled forward so that Harry fell onto the cot as well.

The boys wrestled trying to keep each other from getting up. They pushed and pulled and kicked and rolled until they were nothing but a tangle of limbs. Breathing heavily, they disentangled themselves, fell back onto the cot and laughed at how ridiculous they were being.

"Well there you have it." Draco said after finally caught his breath, "We both fit on here no problem."

Harry look over at Draco and then laughed some more. "Huh. You're exactly right." he said.

"Night, then, Harry." Draco said as pulled a blanket over himself as if he slept in a confined space with his once enemy on a regular basis.

Harry did not know what he should do. He couldn't think of anything to say so he slowly tried to slide back off the cot. He was almost off before Draco pulled him back.

"Go to sleep, Harry."

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Draco tried to put off waking up. He'd had the most wonderful dream. He did really remember any of it but he knew it had made him happier than he'd been in years. The sunlight from the window was know directly in his eyes and there was no way he could reasonably stay in bed any longer. He tried to hoist himself out of bed, only to find that he couldn't move his arm.

'He' he thought, "I must be really tired."

It was only when Draco tried for a second time that he realized his arms were actually being held down to his side by to other arms. Two tan, quidditch muscled arms. It was all Draco could do not to shout, though he did blush considerably. He remembered the events of yesterday. He was trapped in the Room of Requirement with none other than Harry fucking Potter, after much commotion, they had decided to share the one cot the room had offered them. Draco slowly slide out of Harry's grip(not easy as it was a rather tight one). Once he was in the clear, he rolled off of the cot and sat up, staring at Harry. Luckily he hadn't woken up, in fact, he looked extremely peaceful. Draco decided that he definitely was not going to that he mistaken him for a teddy bear sometime between when they fell asleep and when they woke up. No, things were going to be plenty awkward on there own, and he didn't need the extra embarrassment.

Not an hour later, Harry woke to find Draco bent over a piece of parchment with a quill in one hand and a scone in the other.

"Well, good morning sleeping beauty." Draco said when he noticed Harry was up.

Harry narrowed his eyes, concentrating hard on just why it was okay that he was waking up in the same room with Draco Malfoy, who had just called him sleeping beauty. After a few seconds Harry remembered what was going on. He laughed because it he still thought it was insane, then he walked over to Draco and picked up a scone from the plate beside him.

"Sorry." he said, "Just took me a minute to remember."

Draco thought about waking up in Harry's arms. 'Wait, should I be wording like that. Oh Merlin, this is going to be a very long day.'

Harry was staring at him. Apparently Draco, too, had zoned out so he quickly said,

"Yeah, no problem. I know exactly what you mean."

Harry nodded towards the parchment and bottle of ink.

"Did the room send you that?"

"Yeah, I also ask for an owl and a window but no such luck."

"Maybe by later today" Harry said hopefully.

"Yeah, maybe." Draco answered doubtfully.

Draco picked up another scone, he had finished the first one. Now that the novelty of becoming fast friends with someone you used to hate was wearing off, the situation of Draco and Harry coexisting was becoming just as awkward as Draco had predicted. Draco was still feeling uncomfortable around Harry because what had happened that morning and both of them were quickly realizing just how serious the situation was. With both of them gone, people would definitely be worried. Given there reputation, they wouldn't be surprised if people thought they'd killed each other.

"Enough! I've never been this suffocatingly bored in my entire life. Harry, if we don't get out of here in thirty minutes I want you to kill me." Draco shouted.

In that instant, a pile of text books, a wizarding chess board, and a pack of exploding snap cards appeared in the corner of the room.

"Excellent!" Harry said, grinning, "Maybe next time you throw a tantrum it'll get annoyed enough to fix the door."

"I did not throw a tantrum, Potter, I was releasing frustration." Draco said hotly.

"Yeah, uh huh." said Harry who was now flipping through a copy of advanced potion making. "Hey, you're pretty good at Potions, aren't you, Draco?"

"The term is amazing, and it generally applies to everything I do. What's your point." Draco said in the bored drawl that Harry knew so well. Only this time he could tell Draco was joking. Well, mostly.

"Good, then will you help me with my Potions homework." Harry asked.

"Potter, we're going to be trapped in here, until further notice from the gods of life ruining and you're thinking about homework?!?!" shouted an incredulous Draco.

"Pretty much, I just don't think Snape will let me off the hook for anything less that me losing both arms."

Draco laughed. He as he remember how much Snape hated Harry. It had been a source of entertainment to him for quite some time.

"I guess I see your point. How far did you get on that essay about amortensia?"

"Uh, how far as in how much I wrote?" Harry asked, scratching his head nervously.

"That would be the general idea, yes. But I take it that you haven't started yet." Draco said.

Harry nodded."Luckily, we've got all the time in the world to work on this. Come over here and and the ink." He was patting the space beside him on the bed. Wait! When did the bed get there.

Draco was just a shocked as he was.

"You can make one giant bed but you can' make two measly cots." he shouted, only this time nothing happened.

Harry was just as unhappy. Seeing the bed reminded him of the he'd had the night before. It had been of him and Draco doing things that boys didn't generally do in a bed very similar to the one he was sitting on.

Draco noticed Harry had looked rather embarrass when the bed had appeared. Oh no, he thought. What if he knows about last night. Hold on, why am I worrying. I'm not the one who, um, who did it. I'm definitely over-reacting. We both had a very stressful day yesterday and he was asleep any way. Who's to say he's even knows. He probably just doesn't like asking me for help.

Draco plopped down beside Harry, having successfully convinced himself that there was nothing to worry about. He did notice that Harry still looked a little unsure. But, hell, after all the crazy things that happened to them over the past two days who wouldn't be.

"So, tell me you at least know the side effects of the potions if not I'm going to be forced to hit you."

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After the boys had finished their Potions homework, (or more like while Draco finished their Potions homework and Harry watched, both Draco and Harry were in a much better mood. Harry had decided that having a dream about, well, having a weird dream is nothing to fuss over. Yesterday had been a very weird day and his mind was probably just reacting accordingly. He did think back to the things he dream occasionally throughout the day, like when Draco had been leaning over him, biting his lower lip as he tried to figure out how to explain that love potions didn't create love they enhanced lust and caused obsession. But even at those times he'd been able to shake the thoughts from his head. He had learned a lot from Draco today. It was easy to see he had a real passion for Potions. It was kind of fun to watch him get talk about experimenting and creating new potions. Especially, when he got really excited because he'd get this spark in his eyes. He also loved it when, dammit! He was doing it again. Maybe this was a bigger problem than he thought.

Draco had actually manage to have fun today. Harry had actually listened while he tutored him which was more than he'd expected (even though he still ended up writing the essay for him). He kind of liked having Harry's attention. He feel those intense green eyes staring at him and it made him feel powerful and weak at the same time, oh my god. What was he thinking. He did not feel that way about Harry Potter.

Harry and Draco were lost in thought, deep inside their own minds explaining to themselves why they couldn't be in love with each other.Meanwhile the small clock on the floor that had appeared a few hours earlier (Why a clock? They need another bed dammit!), read 3 minutes to midnight.

Harry tried to stifle a yawn with no success. He was very tired but he didn't want a repeat of last night. They could not, could not, sleep in the same bed again. Harry would just have to wait until Draco went to sleep and then lie down on the floor.

"I heard that Harry. You're sleepy. Why don't you go to bed." Draco got off the bed as he said this and sat on the floor pretending to read a book.

"Draco, we can't do this every night. Come back over here I need to talk to you."

Draco got up slowly and tentatively sat back down on the bed. He avoided looking at the other boy, but Harry didn't seem willing to speak until he had Draco's full attention. In the end, he held Draco's chin and guided his face so that they were looking into each other's eyes. Then, realizing what he'd done, Harry let go of Draco and blushed. Now he was the one who couldn't meet Draco's eye.

"I know this has got to be hard for you," Harry started. " being stuck here with me while-

"Harry wait." Draco said sadly.

He didn't know what Harry was about to say but suddenly he felt extremely guilty. He had to tell Harry that he had feelings for him. Yes, it would make things worst. Harry would feel sorry for not feeling the same way and they'd both be embarrassed. Even so, Draco couldn't lie to Harry, couldn't lie to himself any longer.

"Harry I think I, well...

"I'm in love with you." Harry said before he could chicken out.

"What?"

"Last night I had this dream that we were I don't know doing stuff, in bed, doing stuff people do in bed, together. And I thought it wasn't a big deal because a lot of insane things happened yesterday and I don't know but then today when we were talking and you know you're eyes get this spark and I'm really sorry because I know this is just going to make a bad situation worse and I hope you're not scared because I promise I won't make a move or anything I just thought you should know since we sleep in the same room and I hope you're not disgusted but I understand if you are because it's weird and were both blokes and blokes don't love each other so that's why I have to sleep on the floor."

Draco stared at Harry for the longest time. Harry looked away. He knew he'd done the right thing but know it really hurt to think that he'd lost Draco as his friend. Draco continued to stare. Then, it all made sense. It fit together so well Draco actually heard the 'click'. He launched himself on top of Harry and kissed him with the force of years worth of ignored sexual tension and an infinite and an eternity's worth of love.

Harry did really get how he'd gone from losing a friend to gaining a lover in a few seconds but he wasn't complaining. He kissed Draco back with all his might. Savoring the beautiful lips he'd fantasizing about. Sliding his tongue over Draco's. Tasting, teasing, and claiming for his own, every part of that wonderful mouth.

Draco had never imagined a that a kiss could feel so good. But then again, it was much more than that. It was a promise of what was to come and Merlin was it appetizing.

They held out for as long as they could but eventually they had to stop and breathe. The sucked air into their neglected lungs, grinning at each others like fools all the while. Harry could not believe how lucky he was. He took in Draco's beauty, his deep gray eyes that seemed to hold everything Harry would ever need in this world, his gorgeous creamy white alabaster skin, his inviting perfect pink lips. Inside Harry rose a hunger like nothing he'd ever known before. By some strange and wonderful turn of events, Draco was his and he wasn't going to waste time.

Harry pushed Draco back onto the bed, loving the way shock and lust mixed in Draco's eyes. He leaned over and kissed his way up the side of Draco's neck. Draco marveled at the way Harry's slightest touch could make him insane. Harry was now sucking on his jaw in the most tantalizing of fashions, leaving his hand free to undo to buttons on Draco's shirt. Draco knew Harry could have just as easily vanished the shirt but was dragging out the process just to drive him crazy. Draco decided Harry was having a little too much fun with this, he flipped them over with surprising strength and agility so that now he was on top of Harry. Harry, being a seeker himself, realized that he should have known better than to underestimate one. Now he was a Draco's mercy. But then Draco vanished Harry's clothes, then started to flit and tease his tongue of one of Harry's nipples, so he decided being at the sexy blond's mercy wasn't so bad after all. Harry's gasps of pleasure were all a lover could ask for. When he'd gotten all the reaction he could out of the darker boy's nipples, Draco dragged his tongue down Harry's stomach going agonizingly slowly he nuzzled the soft, dark hair at the base of Harry's extremely hard cock.

"Please, Draco! Oh, fuck!" there was a plea in the green eyed boy's voice that made Draco wild with lust.

"What do you think I'm doing?" he smirked be for he put his lips over the head of Harry's needy member, flicked his tongue over it, and slid his mouth over it's entirety.

"Mmnn, Draco!!" was the only semi-coherent thing Harry managed to utter as the love of his life took him to a level of pleasure that he hadn't thought possible.

Draco continued to hammer away at Harry's composure as he felt his love tense under him. He bobbed faster up and down on Harry's dick until he released. Draco relished the taste and the feeling of knowing how good he could make Harry feel. Harry looked down at him with a devilish gleam in his eyes.

"My turn."

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