CHAPTER 13

Draco likes me! Harry's heart was pounding and he literally froze. He could see Draco freeze too, and it looked like as if he was recoiling. That's not okay, Harry thought and did something that he always wanted to do ever since he saw the blonde; kiss him. That effectively broke the foundations of the wall Draco was starting to build around him. "Take this to the bed?" Draco asked when they emerged for breath. "Yeah" Harry replied a bit too enthusiastically.

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Harry and Draco had spent a month together. A glorious month. That month was the happiest time of Draco's life after the war. He was going to write his Wizengamot entrance exam in a week's time, so he was always studying at libraries, but when he went back to Grimmauld Place, it was forgotten and he lavished attention on Harry. Life couldn't get better. Harry was as sweet as he had imagined him in his fantasies, and also a bit infuriating at times with his messiness, but that was part of the package that went by the name of Harry Potter. He could live with that.

He did notice something weird though. Whenever they were at Grimmauld Place, they always used a spare room. Narcissa had told him stories about Grimmauld Place and according to her, there was one huge, extremely comfortable room with the softest of beds and most perfect view too. Ever since he visited Grimmauld Place, he wanted to see whether such a room existed. "Harry? Mum once told me that there was a big room here? Extra comfortable et cetera et cetera. Does it exist?" he asked innocently. He noticed the raven haired man fumble a bit with his words before replying, "No, I don't think such a room exists. Sirius would've told me about it."

Harry's reply didn't take Draco's mind off of finding the room; in fact it had made him sure of the fact that such a one existed. But both of them were always home together, even if it was only in the evenings.

Draco was always on the go from one Wizarding library to another preparing for his final test. And by the time he came back and had a shower, Harry would be back too, so he never had much time for exploring.

The day of his final exam came. "Best of luck, Draco." Harry wished him with a kiss and a smile before leaving for work. Draco managed a weak smile. He knew that he had prepared well, but so many 'what if?' scenarios came up in his mind, and before he knew, he had to leave to write his exam.

The exam got over in three hours and Draco was relieved. He was so relieved and happy (that all the questions he'd studied had come unlike his school days) that he wanted to sing. It would be at least two more hours before Harry came back, and Draco had Grimmauld Place all to himself. He grinned. The Black master room, here I come!

After quickly changing into comfortable clothes, he started his hunt. There were seven floors and he scoured each floor carefully, twisting all the doorknobs he could see. Somewhere on the second floor, he twisted a doorknob but the door didn't budge. Curious, Draco thought. He cast various spells on the door and found out it was locked. I've found the room! He thought excitedly. It has got to be the room, that's why it's locked.

Draco cast all unlocking charms he knew, and finally, maybe taking pity on the blonde, the door swung open. He sucked in a breath and entered the room.

The room was as magnificent as Narcissa had told Draco. But his sharp eyes noticed something out of place. Narcissa had told him that the room was always swathed in Slytherin colours, but this room looked like a normal bedroom. On one wall, there was a poster of the Holyhead Harpies. He also noticed the wardrobe door was slightly ajar and could see bits of fabric sticking out.

Curiousity overcame Draco and he walked over to the wardrobe and opened it. A sea of female and male clothing assaulted him. From the looks of the male clothing, it was obvious to Draco that the clothes belonged to Harry. But why were there female clothes? Harry had told him that he was bisexual, but this? He got a feeling that Harry hadn't told him the entire truth.

An owl entered the house as he carefully put the locking charms on to the door. It carried an envelope with the Holyhead Harpies symbol, and a somewhat familiar looking handwriting on it, stating Harry's name and address. Harry had never minded him reading his official letters, so Draco thought that since it contained the Holyhead Harpies symbol, it would be an official letter and he could open it. Maybe tickets for their latest game. Harry was a huge supporter of the Harpies.

And so Draco did so.