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Draco was pleased with the rooms Severus had shown him to, but he was worried if he had made the right choice letting Harry live in the same rooms, even if he did have a separate bedroom it was still… risky. What if Harry got hungry in the middle of the night and slept walked into his room? Sure the last feeding hadn't hurt, hell it had even kind of felt good, but he was not a walking buffet, and how would being drained of his blood effect his school work?

Draco had kept his thoughts on major lock down, switching from French to Mandarin whenever he suspected Harry was trying to listen in, it wouldn't due for him to reveal any more possible family secrets. Draco had been surprised when the minute he dropped into the bed, still wearing his robes, he fell into a deep slumber, he couldn't even remember the last time he had a proper night's sleep.

Draco woke up to a gentle hand carting through his hair and a sweet, slightly familiar voice whispering softly, "Draco, wake up, your going to miss breakfast if you don't get up and take a shower now."

Draco slowly blinked open his eyes with a wince at the bright morning light, and for a moment he just stared up into those emerald orbs, before he suddenly jerked and shrieked(in a manly Malfoy way), "Potter!"

Harry chuckled as he jumped out of bed and said, "Good your awake, you've still got half an hour till breakfast, but I figured you were the type to spend a lot of time getting ready in the morning, and since you didn't shower last night."

Draco buried his head in his hands and groaned out, "So that wasn't some really fucked up dream? Salazar, the other Slytherins are going to have a fit, their prince is a fucking submissive vampire and he's mated to the boy-who-fucking-lived!"

Harry laughed and said, "Are you always so melodramatic in the mornings? It's kind of cute."

Draco snarled, "Potter, I am not cute!"

Harry only snorted and said, "Oh but you are, and you better get up and get ready."

Draco started getting up, then stopped and snarled, "I'm not bloody submissive! You can't just order me around!"

Suddenly the cheerful smile dropped off of Harry's face and Draco almost regretted his outburst when Harry said seriously, "I know you're not submissive Draco, in fact, I'd be kind of disappointed if you were. You can feel free to order me around if you'd like, if that would make you feel better I wouldn't mind, I just want to make everything as easy for you as possible."

Draco swallowed, because fuck if that wasn't the nicest thing anyone had ever said to him, except maybe his mother. He let out a breath and said in a voice that lacked the venom he was hoping for, "Alright, just so long as we both know who wears the pants in this relationship."

Harry snorted, and Draco was relieved at how fast the happy and cheerful mood had returned to the Gryffindor. Harry got up and said, "I'm going to head up to meet Ron and 'minie, and give them the heads up on the big news. I think they already had an idea of it from last night, but they are probably worried sick because I didn't come back."

Draco nodded and got up, relieved to find a house elf had dropped off his trunk next to a wardrobe that look almost exactly like the one he had at home. He was just heading over to it when Harry paused just inside his door, and without turning around and facing him asked, "Um, do you think.. maybe after dinner we could spend a little time trying to get to know each other? I mean we're supposedly mates but we really don't know anything about each other." When Draco was silent for a long moment, thinking it over, Harry rambled on, "Or, if that makes you uncomfortable maybe we could just work on our homework together, I know Snape just gave out a potions essay."

Draco snorted and said, "Potter, I finished my essay Monday, and I think Severus will notice if you suddenly started sounding like me, but if you really want to I guess I wouldn't mind donating a little bit of my time after dinner to helping you pass potions."

Harry rolled his eyes, and although Draco couldn't see it he knew he had done it, but his tone was playful when he said, "Why, thank you my prince for allowing a peasant such as myself to be blessed with your genius."

Draco smirked and said, "Finally showing the proper respect, Potter, perhaps Severus was wrong and you do have the potential to learn."

Harry snorted and left with a wave over his shoulder. Once Draco was sure Harry was out of earshot he allowed himself a moment to have a mild panic attack. What was his mother going to think? He knew what his father would think, and was glad Lucius was locked up in Azkaban because otherwise he was sure his father would hunt him down and kill him for disgracing the family name like this. Once the initial panic had begun to wane, Draco took a quick shower in the very nice bathroom that him and Harry would share, and spent a good thirty minutes making sure he was just as impeccably dressed and well put together as he always was. By the time he had styled his hair just right, and gotten his robes to fall just so, he had himself perfectly under control and the Malfoy mask was firmly in place.

One last look in the mirror, and Draco lifted his nose with a sniff and headed to the great hall for breakfast, let the other Slytherins try to make some sort of gossip out of this, he would deal with them. He wasn't called the Slytherin Prince for nothing.