It was three days before Draco saw Harry again, this time he was brewing a complicated concoction that would need his attention for a span of thirteen hours, and for this, he was glad he had recruited Bill to help in the classes, as he would take over the next day. The younger man made his way into the room slowly, a light blanket around his shoulders, as if he were afraid he was going to be thrown out and Draco looked up briefly and smiled at him.
"Did the Dreamless Sleep potion work?" he asked, turning back to the cauldron as Harry sat at a desk second from the front.
"It worked great," the other boy said, wrapping the blanket around him a bit tighter.
"Not that I mind the company, but why are you here then?" Draco asked, adding a drop of wyvern's blood into the brew before setting it aside.
"I just needed to get out of there," Harry said, propping his chin on his palm and watching closely to what the other man was doing. Draco could tell that there was something more to what Harry was doing there, but didn't feel it was his right to ask. They made small talk for the next half hour, Draco barely looking up from the florescent yellow potion, when he heard Harry yawn for the fifth time since he had arrived.
"Why don't you go back to bed, you seem tired," Draco said, turning towards the table to start pulling a hippogriff's feather apart and dropping them into the potion.
"I don't want to go back there," Harry said around a yawn and Draco cocked an eyebrow, but again didn't ask.
"Why don't you sleep in my bed then?" he offered and Harry looked at him in question.
"It's not like I'm going to be using it tonight or anytime soon," Draco said, shrugging his shoulders.
"You're sure you don't mind?" Harry asked, already standing and making his way towards the office in the back that led to the private rooms.
"Not in the least, I'll wake you in enough time to let you get back before your dad gets suspicious."
"Thank you Draco," Harry said, passing through the doorway and out of sight. Draco couldn't help the small smile on his face, mentally setting an alarm to wake the other in a few hours time.
The next night, Draco ran into Harry who was wandering the castle under his invisibility cloak, literally bumping into the smaller young man as he rounded a corner on the second floor.
"Needed to get out of there again?" Draco asked, an eyebrow raised as he reached a hand out to help the other to his feet.
"He's insufferable," Harry replied, folding his cloak and shrinking it before putting it in his pocket.
"That is what I've said from the start," Draco replied, walking again and Harry fell into step beside him.
"Yes, but you're biased," Harry said, grinning at Draco who returned the smile and ruffling Harry's hair, much to his chagrin.
For the next week, they would either meet in the hallways, finally designating a place on the third floor their third night in, or in the classroom where Harry would take over Draco's bed until the older male woke him to return to his rooms and Draco found himself becoming more attached to the younger man, something that Hermione picked up on quickly.
"You like him don't you?" she asked him one day when she had stayed behind after the class to help him clean up when Bill had been called away.
"Yes," was the reply and the girl stopped for a moment, not expecting a direct reply, maybe something in the round about fashion.
"You know he's taken right?" she asked gently and Draco looked up for a brief moment before waving his hand again and the rag in the cauldron returned to its cleaning. Hermione and Bill were the only two who knew that he could use wandless magic, he had used it save Bill from fumes that had erupted from a potion that had gone wrong. Hermione had seen him use it one day when she had returned after the class and saw him cleaning the cauldron's the same way he was doing now. Neither had been willing to turn him in, Bill because he had practically saved his life and Hermione because she wanted to learn to do it herself, which they were in the middle of learning now.
"I was not aware of that, who is the lucky bloke?" he asked.
"How do you know they're male?" Hermione asked and Draco shot her a look. "Right," she said, "his name is Cedric Diggory."
"Why haven't I met him?" he asked pulling the rag back once the cauldron was finished, put it aside and grabbed another.
"He's been away on a mission, he's the leader of a field team, they tend to be gone for long periods of time," she explained, concentrating hard on the rag in her hand but it refused to move, much to her annoyance. Draco hummed in a noncommittal way and leaned back on a stool, resting his elbows on the table behind him, watching Hermione try and chuckled.
"You have to let it come naturally, wandless magic is in the mind, but its also in the body," he said and Hermione looked at him, frustration written on her face. "All right," he said standing up and placing his hands on her shoulders, stepping close enough that they were almost touching, "close your eyes and relax and use your body, think of it as water, moving your body back and forth, letting the magic move with it."
"What the hell?" a voice cried and the two spun around, finding Ron standing there, red in the face and glaring at both of them.
"Weasle, what an unpleasant surprise," Draco said, waving his hand slightly and the rag that was cleaning dropped in the cauldron.
"Ron, it's not what it looks like," Hermione said, her voice calm as she took in the boys rigid posture, red face and clenched hands.
"Really?" he asked, incredulous, "because it looks like you're getting a little too friendly with a Death Eater."
"Really Weasle," Draco said, shaking his head, thinking that Ron Weasley was on his top five "To Hex" list. "Just because you want in her pants and can't get into them, doesn't mean we all do," he said and noticed the girl's glare, "not that you're not lovely and I'm sure any guy would be lucky to..."
"Stop while you're ahead," Hermione said dryly and turned back to the redhead. "Ron, I'm not interested in Draco, I'm actually dating someone if you must know," she said, folding her arms and Ron sputtered for several long moments.
"You are?" Draco asked, turning to the girl and she smiled.
"I am," she said, "and I'm not revealing who, so don't ask. Anyway I need to get going, its nearly lunch time and I promised my parent's we would have lunch. Thanks for the lesson," she said, and just to get under Ron's skin further, she leaned up and kissed the older boy's cheek before leaving.
"You can leave now," Draco said, glaring at the boy who still stood in his doorway.
"If you lay one finger on her..." Ron snarled and Draco laughed out loud.
"Believe me Ron, it's not her I want to lay a finger on," he said before using the room's magic to push the confused boy away from the door and close the portrait.
Ok, I know it's short, but I want to end it there, I'm going to bring Diggory in on the next one, bring him back from 'field duty' and let Draco get jealous :D. Anyway I was sad that I only got one review, but thank you lilz54 for the review, I'm glad you're liking it and you're my favorite so far :). And please if it sucks, just tell me, I promise I won't hate you forever, just a few months, that's all :). In all, all I really want is to know if you like it or not, you can just write one word, like "sucks" or "great" or "die", something I don't care. I just like to know what people think. Thank you, that is all.