Disclaimer and Summary- see chapter 1

Harry carried the unconscious blonde down from the attic and into the Master bedroom. He cringed slightly remembering that the other bedrooms were a nursery and a child's room. Harry set Malfoy down on the bed trying not to wake him. Gently he brushed the blonde bangs out of Draco's eyes. Harry shook himself realizing he had referred to the blonde by his first name. Must be a side effect of whatever happened. Grumbling he headed down to the kitchen deciding they both needed lunch.

Draco woke hours later. It took his mind only seconds to readjust to the fact he was trapped in a Gryffindor's dollhouse. Not just any Gryffindor either, Lilly Potter's dollhouse. Worst of all he was trapped with said witches son. Draco groaned and rubbed his hands across his face. This was worse than when he had worked as a Death Eater. At least then no one attempted to torture him sexually. Cruciatus he could handle, trapped with his crush, his straight crush, he would need to live in St. Mungo's with the Longbottoms soon. Rolling over on his side Draco saw a small tray of food. He sat up and pulled the tray onto his lap. Next to a glass of water was a note, his heart skipped a beat when he recognized Harry's untidy scrawl.

You were still asleep when I brought this up. It has a warming charm on it so it won't get cold before you wake up. It's just Muggle chicken noodle soup and a grilled cheese, hopefully it's alright.

Harry

Hastily he pulled his journal from his pocket and slipped the note inside. Knowing he would never get this again he wanted a little time to treasure the kind gesture. For the duration of his meal he fantasized that Harry had made him the tray of food just out of love; not because he would have felt guilty if Draco starved. Part of Draco wanted to cry knowing this would never happen.

After Harry had rejected his friendship first year he had made it his mission to make the other boy regret it. He knew he was jealous of Weasley and had no problem admitting it, just to himself at least. The family may not have money but they had more love between them than Draco could ever expect as a child. He knew his parents loved him deeply, but having been raised to be the perfect pureblood family, signs of affection beyond presents and sweets had never existed in his life until Voldemort had thrown him in danger. After they had run through the castle screaming for him the entire family became much closer and happier, but he still envied the easy affection of the Weasley clan. Weasley had gotten the friendship of his secret obsession.

Then in Fourth year everything changed. When Harry had fought the Dragon he thought his heart would stop every time flames would shoot out from the Horntail's mouth. He had written the incident off as being caught up in the crowd. But when Harry hadn't resurfaced within the time limit in the second challenge he had nearly gone into hysterics.

When Harry had stepped out of the lake Draco's breath caught in his throat. He had sat close enough to see that with his shaggy hair out of his face and his glasses gone Harry had the most intense green eyes he had ever seen. The fact that his wet clothes were clinging to his Quidditch toned body had become one of Draco's favorite wanking images. It took until fifth year before he accepted he was gay.

When his father went to Azkaban, he had tried to shove his feelings down and save his mother. He had cried himself to sleep the night he broke Harry's nose. That act had destroyed any hope he had to salvage any relationship with him. Just thinking of the incident caused Draco to fight off tears even two years later. He had despised himself for caring about Harry when his actions had torn his family apart and forced him into Voldemort's service. Now that those things were gone and past he had learned Harry's ability to forgive just did not include him.

Draco slid the tray back onto the nightstand and lay down fighting back the hopeless tears. He knew he could never let his guard down in front of Harry; he would become scared the moment he tried and attack Harry to protect himself from certain rejection.

Harry lay in the living room watching the telly. How the telly worked he wasn't sure but he wasn't in any mind to figure it out. He had smiled remembering how having a choice in what to watch had been his greatest treat as a child. After Draco had fainted Harry began thinking about how this situation had an upside; a blessing in disguise if you like. Here no reporter could hound him for an interview, no girls could attempt to spike his food with a love potion, crazy fans stalking him could not get to Godric's Hollow, and no one could thank him again here.

Even being trapped with Malfoy didn't damper his elated feeling. Things hadn't felt comfortable with his friends since he and Ginny had broken up a week ago. He finally had to admit that it wasn't going to work out. They had attempted to move things ahead to the next level and Harry much to his embarrassment had not been able to become aroused no matter how hard he tried. He mentally cringed at the pun. After nearly a month of trying to 'get up', Ginny finally accused him of being more interested in Malfoy than her and stormed from the room. Harry had scoffed at the idea of being interested in any man let alone Malfoy; Ginny simply hadn't been attractive to him in that way. Laughing at the thought Harry turned his attention back to the Muggle rugby game on the telly.

"THAT GIT!" Ginny screamed and threw her potions book at the scrying glass on her bed. Luna spelled the book away quickly and removed the glass from her fiery friend's sight. Ginny continued to rant and rave about a gay man making a slight on her looks. Luna hid a smirk knowing how silly it was to consider the slight on her looks more important than Harry's potential issue to their plan.

"Ginny I think I have an idea." Ginny whirled around with an accusatory look that softened into questioning at a sharp glance. "Draco has an obsession with Muggle musicals. One in particular, Wicked, and isn't there one song that makes you think of them?"

A wicked grin (pun intended) appeared across Ginny's face. Oh, yes, indeed there was a song that made her think of them.

A.N. - I'm sooooooo soooo so sorry it's been so long in coming. I've had a rough time since this got started. My gallstones passing and sending me into kidney failure around Christmas then new ones forming and spending most of January in and out of the ER before i had to have it removed on emergency because it went acute was not so fun. Being laid up sore and sick for a week sucked, but i was better by valentines and my boyfriend's birthday was an upside. Then i was jerked around by my muse (who only wanted me to write this crap story about Ginny seducing Draco in a polyjuiced Harry form and getting preggers then proceeding to try to abort the baby and Draco saving it and raising the baby as his own and it being epilogue compacts but when it goes creepy and Albus tried to get in her pants and then they find out Ginny is both of their moms and incest nastiness just ruined it all and the story being fuckery from that point on i gave up toooo much Jerry Springer shit) but i finally got the right stress level and muse cooperating mixture going on. Huggles and cookies to all reviewers and mucho love to all who've added this to alerts and favs. Extra sorry's for the shortness, the chapters get longer from here on i just needed this filler set up one here to let you see the way the boys think (personally i love my Ginny and Luna OCness more than actual Ginny and Luna)