When Draco woke up screaming once again, the sight in front him did not calm him for once.
Standing by the bed, was Harry Potter holding a knife. The men shared similar looks of surprise and fear. "HARRY WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Draco screamed, clutching his bed covers. "I... I don't know... your scream woke me up, and..." he dropped the knife, and fell to his knees in shame. Once Draco had realised the man wasn't looking to hurt him, he went over to comfort. He sat cross-legged in front of Harry, and took the knife. "Hey. I see you found my knife draw." "Draco... I'm so sorry... I don't understand..." "You were sleep-walking?" Harry nodded. "Draco..." "Harry?" Without another word, the dark-haired man leant in and kissed the blonde on the lips. Oh. That wasn't expected. Draco felt heat rush to the lower part of his body, and hoped it wasn't visible. It probably didn't matter though, since Harry was still attached. Draco cautiously rested his hands on the man's shoulders, and was answered with arms sliding around his middle. The blonde was worried that his skininess would be off putting, but Harry seemed oblivious as he was starting to run his tongue across Draco's bottom lip.
Harry wasn't sure what had made him do it, but now that he was kissing Draco Malfoy, he couldn't stop. He'd just been so confused, instinct took over. And the other didn't seem to mind, which was good. Draco's lips parted, and Harry quickly took the opportunity to stick his tongue in. He immediately started to explore the mouth, while holding onto the blonde stronger. Draco didn't do anything but sit still with his hands on Harry's shoulders.
Eventually the dark-haired man pulled away and stared into the second's grey eyes expectantly. "Harry..." was the moaned reply he got. "Draco" he whispered in return. "I want you. All of you. And I want you to want me back." Draco laughed without humor, and answered "I want you to get what you want. Harry-Potter-boy-who-lived I owe you my life and more, and you deserve to get what you want. Harry grinned. This mistake wasn't turning out to be much of a mistake at all. "I want to see you topless." He suddenly said seriously. "Harry... I don't think you do..." Draco whispered gently. "I know what I want" was the stern reply. Harry started to undo Draco's nightshirt, and Draco let him.
Although the lighting was dim, Harry still had to suppress a gasp. Underneath Draco's shirt, was skin pale as the moon itself, stretched tightly across the ribcage behind it. Gently placing a hand over the left part of the blonde's chest, Harry could feel each bone vibrate slightly at every heart-beat. After a deep breath, he looked up to a face contorted in emotion. Harry reached for Draco's bony hand, and squeezed slightly. He felt tears forming, but worked on keeping them at bay. "Harry..." Draco started "I'm sorry you saw that..." But Harry just shook his head and closed his eyes. "I shouldn't have looked." "No, it's not your fault..." "But... Draco, why? How do you survive like this?" Harry asks through clenched teeth. "I... I don't ever feel up to eating much more than apples, so it's ok. I have a potion that keeps my body going too, so..." Apples. Harry could relate to that. Not only eating apples, but he could see why that in particular. "Well, let's just get some sleep, eh Harry? We both have jobs to go to" he laughed without humor once again. "Um... yeah... I guess..." "What is it Harry?" "I can't sleep alone..." "Oh. Well. Uh. You could sleep with me if you wanted?" "If you don't mind."
When Draco woke up, he just lay and stared at the ceiling. It took him a while to realise that he hadn't woken from a bad dream. A while longer, and he remembered last night. Longer still, he realised that he ought to be confused about the fact that he was the only one in the bed. He was certain Harry had joined him last night. He got up, buttoned his nightshirt and started downstairs.
As he reached the bottom step, a sweet smell enveloped Draco, making his stomach growl. He recognised it as apple, and walked into the kitchen out of curiosity. Harry turned around from the stove at the sound of the door opening, and forced a plate into the confused blonde's hands.
Draco stared down at it, unsure if Harry wanted him to eat the food or just hold it. "Eat it please, Draco" he said as if reading the other's mind. "What is it?" "Apple crumble. I thought since you really like apples, and you need to be eating a bit more..." "Thank-you." Draco sat down at the little table in the kitchen, for the first time in many years, and ate.
It was very good, although Draco's stomach didn't react very well to the sudden intake of energy, and he finished the small portion. It wasn't long until the man had to get to work, and probably the same for Harry, but he had a question first. "Harry?" "Mhm?" "Um... last night... was it, um, like, a rebound?" Draco was worried that Harry would tell him of course it was, and he shouldn't have to question it, but the latter sat down opposite him with an equal expression of distress. "Oh Draco of course not!" he cried patronizingly. "So... you don't love her anymore?" "Not in that way. I think I really only loved her as a sister." "I see" Draco was going to be late if he didn't hurry up.
One more thing. A test. He quickly walked over to Harry, and kissed him on the lips, running his tongue across the man's bottom lip, before pulling away to his reaction. At first it was confused, but when Harry smirked, Draco mirrored the expression and headed to his room to change.