A/N: this is now the betad version my absolutely fantastic betad betad it as soon as she saw I posted this. I don't own anything from the previously mentions copy right items and the new Wizard of Oz material. Draco's issues about Judy Garland stalking are all mine though. This chapter is for Shelly and Sammy who keep bullying me to update at lunch and faithfully read and review.

The morning after their misunderstanding Harry woke in the bedroom. He had been surprised when Draco had suggested they switch off sleeping in the bed. However he was glad he didn't have to sleep on the couch every night, waking up every morning with an annoying crick in his neck which would have made a tough situation even worse. He sighed and lay back on the pillows staring at the ceiling. Seeing Malfoy so open yesterday still had him confused. It's not just that. Harry shoved the traitorous thought away. That nagging little voice that sounded like Hermione kept trying to force him to acknowledge something as ludicrous as finding Malfoy attractive. How could he find him anything of the sort when Harry didn't like men to begin with?

Shaking his head Harry got up and wandered into the bathroom to shower. As he got the temperature adjusted he heard a loud thump from downstairs. Harry chose to ignore it until after his shower. Malfoy, no Draco, he needed to stop calling him Malfoy even in his thoughts to avoid hurting the blondes feelings, he had discovered under no circumstances passed as a morning person. The loud thump usually followed by cursing led to the panicked screams of Draco attempting to make himself breakfast. He refused to believe Muggle technology could thwart any wizard; his magic would always be superior. Harry scrubbed his hair vigorously at the interesting point of view Draco had about Muggle's. He didn't hate them; he more pitied the things they were forced to create to replace the easiness of magic. Draco honestly felt bad for those who had no magic. Harry laughed softly knowing Muggle technology trumped magic for many things.

Shutting off the water Harry stepped out to grab his towel. As he dried his legs he heard a loud squeal. Not the normal terrified scream as something Draco was trying to use either caught fire or began to make odd noises, it was a happy sound. Maybe Draco had finally mastered the toaster. That would add two Muggle devices that Draco could use. The telly had posed no issue strangely while simpler kitchen items were insurmountable obstacles. Exiting the bathroom Harry heard voices and guessed maybe Draco hadn't figured out the toaster after all. Sighing he went into the bedroom and opened the top draw of the dresser. They had discovered the day before their captors put clothes in the draws every day. Harry felt very uncomfortable in the close fitting outfits. Giving in Harry pulled on the tight tee shirt and skinny jeans. The form fitting jeans reminded him of what one of his Muggle neighbours on privet drive used to say about girls with tight revealing clothes, they looked like they had spray painted them on and that's exactly how he felt about these.

Ginny made an exasperated noise. "All those clothes do is fit and he complains constantly." Luna gave Ginny a shut-up-or-else look which the redhead ignored, "just because his Muggle relatives never let him wear anything that fit doesn't mean fitting clothes are…" Ginny never finished her statement as she was hit with a silencing charm. Luna smiled innocently and turned her attention back to the scrying mirror in between them.

Harry started downstairs; the voices had turned into a woman singing. He groaned, hoping their captors hadn't sent another howler with a hidden meaning. He came to the turn in the staircase to find Draco perched on the couch watching a black and white movie on the telly. He half heartily spooned cereal into his mouth as he stared at the girl on the screen sing. Shaking his head he moved into the kitchen to make himself some breakfast.

If happy little bluebirds fly
Beyond the rainbow
Why, oh why can't I?

The last strains of the song faded as Harry got the milk out of the fridge. The song felt familiar but Harry couldn't place it exactly. Shrugging it off Harry finished making his cereal and turned back to the living room. Draco must be watching a different movie now. This one was in color, but the girl who was singing before was in it. Maybe it was a sequel. Harry decided it was not worth the effort to analyse and sat down next to Draco who muttered 'good morning' without looking at him. Harry had no idea why he felt upset that the movie held more of Draco's attention than he did. Harry turned his attention back to the screen as a bunch of what looked like little children started to come out of hiding and talk to the girl. Much to his disappointment they began singing when they saw feet sticking out from under the girl's house.

Munchkins
Ding Dong! The Witch is dead. Which old Witch? The Wicked Witch!
Ding Dong! The Wicked Witch is dead.
Wake up - sleepy head, rub your eyes, get out of bed.
Wake up, the Wicked Witch is dead. She's gone where the goblins go,
Below - below - below. Yo-ho, let's open up and sing and ring the bells out.
Ding Dong' the merry-oh, sing it high, sing it low.
Let them know
The Wicked Witch is dead!

"You're watching The Wizard of Oz!" Harry exclaimed loudly.

Draco made an annoyed noise and turned his eyes to the brunette next to him, "Yes. Now if you would kindly shut up I happen to be enjoying this."

"But it's a Muggle movie, an extremely gay Muggle movie." Harry found himself at the end of a murderous glare. He knew that if Draco could reach a wand Harry would have found himself at a minimum stunned if not killed from the look.

"And I happen to be gay." Draco stiffly turned his attention back to the movie and Harry for once wisely shut his mouth. He wouldn't put it past Draco to resort to Muggle methods to silence and or maim Harry if he pursued that line of thought. Keeping all his thoughts away from that obviously touchy subject Harry watched the movie in silence. He would never admit it to anyone but The Wizard of Oz was one of his favorite movies. Mrs. Figg used to play it almost every time he came over. He wondered why Draco seemed so entranced with Judy Garland though.

Draco tried to keep from having his heart explode out of his chest when he saw Harry come down the in those nicely fitting clothes. He would have to either kill Luna or spend the next year or so being her slave to repay her for sending Harry those delicious jeans. He had to force his eyes to the screen to keep Harry from noticing the drool threatening to escape his mouth. Only an arse that perfect could ever make him loose interest in his Judy. Draco felt silly and stereotypical for acting like a lot of Muggle gay men and having an obsessive love for Judy Garland. He had long gotten over his issue with admitting it after begin dragged to a Judy Garland film festival in New York by Luna and discovered that she was seen as an icon in the gay community.

Forcibly ignoring Harry in favor of his Judy he thought about how Luna always giggled at him whenever he referred to the actress as his. He honestly missed his best friend. They had grown up as betrothed and as such needed to spend a lot of time together. He remembered clearly when Luna's mother had died in the accident and how Luna's father went from a respected researcher with some odd eccentricities to what most of the wizarding world considered a paranoid nutcase. Luna had been very young and quickly began to spout her father's ideas to protect herself from thinking about what she had seen. Embarrassed, his parents had quickly ended the betrothal, but had let the children retain their close friendship, knowing loosing Draco would drag the girl farther into the fantasy world her mother's death had created.

They had remained very close until Draco had said something very cruel regarding the newspaper Luna's father had started to his fellow second year Slytherins. He had not realized the blonde first year had been behind him the entire time he called her father a loony for printing stories about how the creature in the chamber of secrets was misunderstood or some other such rot. To his horror the nickname of Loony Lovegood had stuck. He hadn't been able to recover his friendship with her until after the Battle of Hogwarts.

Draco was jerked from his reverie by Harry half shouting, "You're watching The Wizard of Oz!"

Draco sighed and turned his eyes to Harry fighting not to molest him with his eyes, "Yes. Now if you would kindly shut up I happen to be enjoying this." He knew he sounded tense but who could blame him.

"But it's a Muggle movie, an extremely gay Muggle movie." Draco quickly put on his most evil glare; he couldn't let Harry know how much that statement affected him.

"And I happen to be gay." He knew he'd snapped and said more than he should have and forced himself to turn back to the movie about to throw up with the tight knot his stomach had become.

How could he have been so stupid as to just blurt that out? Harry would hate him, he knew Harry had grown up in the Muggle world were homosexuality was not as accepted. He doubted Harry even knew that it was accepted in the wizarding world after a lot of gay wizards would suddenly find themselves pregnant. Within weeks the wizarding world's opinion changed rapidly even the most stringent pure bloods couldn't deny that if the union resulted in children it couldn't hurt their world. Lesbians had never really faced the same stigma because all they needed to do was have a wizard become a sperm donor. Spells to allow two women to have their own biological child had been created several centuries before. Draco still couldn't grasp why they could only have girls with that spell. He thought he remembered Granger ranting about some Muggle thing determining the gender in Muggle studies back in third year but he had tuned the annoying know-it-all out. Why a Muggle born had taken Muggle studies to begin with baffled him.

Draco decided he had no use thinking about it anymore until Harry confronted him. Finally giving his full attention back to his Judy he decided all the world's problems could be solved with everyone just sat down and watched a good dose of Judy Garland. He became so immersed he never noticed the little blushing glances Harry darted his way.

Harry on the other hand couldn't focus on the movie. His thoughts were in a hurricane. He shifted from shock at Draco's sudden admittance. Harry had thought something like that was what a pureblood like Draco would take to his grave instead of admitting. Another part said it made sense because Draco had known the song from yesterday so well. He must have seen the show because otherwise how would Draco know about a Muggle musical. But as a pureblood Draco hated all things Muggle. If that was true why would have been so adamant about Harry not interrupting the movie.

He felt so confused about the shift in Draco's personality from what he had known to this sensitive and gay man. Harry couldn't trust this new Draco, as use to wearing his heart on his sleeve as Harry was hiding behind a mask of expectations lived far beyond his comprehension. He felt himself stealing a glance at the blonde, his eye were doing that shining trick that in Harry's opinion needed to be outlawed this second. Not because Harry felt that if that gaze turned onto him again he'd melt, no because it made his blood boil and want to punch Malfoy. That had to be the reason; his guard was just down because Malfoy was acting so strangely. He couldn't possibly be interested in Malfoy.
Harry laughed at his own stupidity; of course he had no interest in Malfoy. He liked girls. Yet you couldn't even get it up with Ginny. That traitorous voice had become a real pain in the arse lately. Ignoring it he noticed he'd spaced out for most of the movie. This was his least favorite part.

Glinda giggled insipidly and told Dorothy she'd always had the power to go home.

"Why didn't she just tell her to begin with? Would have saved a child from dealing with something like that." Draco jumped and stared at Harry like he had two heads.

"Because Dorothy needed to learn a lesson and appreciate her family." He still looked like he was fighting a panic attack. Harry wondered if speaking when Draco had that look would always lead to bodily harm.

"But why force a child to do that? She's only a kid."

"Harry you didn't know about being the Chosen One until how long? You still sought to stop Voldemort."

"He came after me. I didn't go after him."

Draco shook his head. "Not until fourth year, first he went after the Philosopher's (sorcerers) stone. Second he had nothing to do with it the heir of Slytherin did. Wasn't third Sirius Black out to kill Wormtail?"

"It was him that opened the Chamber of Secrets. Both times his sixteen year old self opened the chamber." Draco laughed at Harry.

"I think fighting a Basilisk made you delusional Harry."

Harry looked at the blonde seriously, "The diary your father snuck to Ginny weasley wasn't just a diary it was the first horocrux."

Draco thought he would throw up; horocruxes were the darkest of dark magic's. His father had burned every single tome containing a reference to help create the items after his grandfather's death. He had suspected that there was something extremely evil about Voldemort after seeing the diadem break apart.

"Oh, but anyway, Toto, we're home. Home! And this is my room, and you're all here. And I'm not gonna leave here ever, ever again, because I love you all, and - oh, Auntie Em - there's no place like home!"

In an attempt to change the subject Draco go up and went to the box he had found this morning, "Well looks like we missed the end of the movie. Should we watch Love finds Andy Hardy or Meet Me in St. Louis next?"

"So you're just going to ignore my statement?" Harry felt very angry.

Draco sighed and turned back around "What do you want me to say to that? How does anyone respond to that? I didn't think anyone ever besides the Dark Lord was soulless enough to do that. My father had every reference to them in our library burned. If he had known he carried on he would have destroyed it also. I know you think it's so wrong of the Wizard to force Dorothy because you think you were in the same position. You weren't, Dorothy got on the wrong side of the Witch after squishing her sister. The Wizard used that to exploit a child who wanted to go home. You were sought out for something you didn't have control over. Dumbledore may have been manipulative but he loved you and never wanted you to fight. Severus told me everything after he killed Dumbledore. He died to destroy the Horocruxes so you wouldn't have to, because he felt like you were his child and wanted to protect you more than himself. Now if we can just watch a movie and not dwell on the war." With that Draco picked up another DVD and switched it out with Wizard of Oz.

For the rest of several movies the boys watched in increasingly companionable silence. Lunch went by with Harry teaching Draco the toaster. The blonde could now proudly make toast. Harry had no idea what they would possibly do to for food that would allow Draco to practice his new found skill enough to make him bored of it.

Late that night Harry had finally pried Draco away from yet another musical in favor of a comedy. He had found Monty Python and The Holy Grail buried at the bottom of the box full of DVD's. By the time the movie had progressed to the Tale of Sir Galahad Draco had fallen asleep. Harry didn't object at all to Draco's head slumping against his shoulder. When Draco slid down so his head rested in Harry's lap; Harry felt his heart do a funny thump-a-thump as he looked at the blonde's peaceful face. He knew he had the most uncontrollable urge to kiss Draco. That traitorous little voice rejoiced in the back of his head. Fighting himself Harry ran his hand through Draco's hair revelling in how soft it felt. So much better than Ginny's hair ever felt.

"Mm Harry" Draco's happy sleepy murmur broke Harry's trance. Shaking his head he lifted Draco's head from his lap. He turned off the telly and all the lights. He slowly went up the stairs telling himself he'd let Draco have two nights in a row in the bed. He obviously needed a better night sleep if he was thinking like this. As he got to the turn in the stairs he turned back to the living room were Draco lay peacefully on the couch. His heart did that odd thump-a-thump again and he just told himself again he needed sleep that's all.

"Ugh!" Ginny threw herself back onto her pillows dramatically throwing her arm over her eyes. "He was so close! I don't think he even noticed how close he came to kissing him."

"Not to mention how much he blushed over the pickle thing at lunch." Ginny slowly lifted her arm with a wicked grin. Luna had come up with two brilliant plans so far but now she had one of her own.

"You, Luna, are the most brilliant witch of our generation." Luna looked at the red head confused, "The pickle thing, you saw how it affected Harry when he felt he could control himself. What if he saw the same thing when he had no control?" Luna's grin became just as wicked as her friends.

"Oh yes I do believe you're right."