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I Cant Sleep	By : Freakgirl Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1666 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: I Can't Sleep pt 2

Author/E-Mail: Jay (Freakgirl) | Moebabee15@hotmail.com

Genre: Slash

Pairing: Harry/Draco

Rating: PG-13 to NC-17

Category: Romance/angst

Summary: Draco can't sleep and goes to Harry for comfort.

Disclaimer: I do not own/know/claim to anything with these characters.

Warnings: nope

Author's Notes: none

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The next day at breakfast Harry walked into the great hall the entire room falling silent. As he walked past the Slytherin table he dared a glance at them. Blaise Zabini along with Crabbe and Goyle stared him down burning gaping holes right through his body. As he trudged slowly towards the Gryffindor table he heard what sounded like hissing coming from their point of origin and lowered his eyes submissively to the floor. He quickened his pace so he could reach the safety of the Gryffindor's before he burst into flames from the heated fury of the overzealous members of the Slytherin house.

"Herm�Ron�" Harry said taking a seat next to his friends. They didn't look up, or acknowledge the fact Harry had joined them. "You're not speaking to me I assume." Harry didn't have much of an appetite only nibbling on a dry piece of toast.

"No, Harry, we aren't going to speak to you. What you did was selfish and immature. Not to mention the fact you led him on."

"I did not!"

"Harry, letting the boy sleep with you at night and not setting boundaries is leading him on."

"Right, Hermione, so now, not only do you both think I love one of my enemies but you also think I led said enemy on. If I love him so much how could I have led him on? And another thing! Since when was I even supposed to like Draco, let alone love him?! I can't fucking win for losing here." Harry flung the toast onto his plate and pushed it away from him. It vanished as the house elves cleaned up his spot he the table.

"That's not what we're saying. You didn't even explore the possibilities and you told me yourself that you've always had a strange sort of attraction to Draco. You said that you've always felt a weird fascination for him and that it was almost an obsession�" Ron pleaded his case as Harry let his head fall onto the table with a loud clunk making a few forks hop in their spots.

"It's called resentment and pure hate." Harry spat disgustedly.

"It is nott adt admit it, for your own health if for nothing else."

"That's true, Harry." Hermione started. "If you don't admit it it's going to sit and fester in the far reaches of your mind and drive you mad. And it's not resentment or hate. It's pure love�with a few flaws here and there, but love all the same. For example�" she said expertly taking a sip of her pumpkin juice. "Remember when Draco got hit in the head by a stray buldger during quidditch practice? You sent him a different colored rose for every day he was hospitalized. That was really sweet and�"

"I didn't send him anything�" Harry interjected defensively lifting his head to meet Hermione's intelligent and sympathetic face. She gave him a patient smile.

"Give it up, Harry. We all know you sent them, it was your handwriting." Ron piped up throwing his two cents in.

"Exactly; even Draco knows who sent them. And besides, if you didn't care for Malfoy, at least a little bit, you wouldn't let him into your bed with you all the time. You wouldn't have given him the Gryffindor passwords even. Face it you're in love with him. No matter how hard or fast you try to run from it�you will always care for him. You both love each other. It's like destiny. Really beautiful" she finished sighing. Both boys looked at her curiously, she quickly averted her eyes and blushed feverishly.

"It's quite sickening really." Ron mumbled while stirring his cold porridge around in his bowl.

"It's not sickening, Ron. It's romantic. Which is more then I can say for some people." She rolled her eyes shifting her whole body towards Harrd fod focusing all her attention on him as she continued her speech. Ron looked hurt, mouth hanging open as if he were about to say something but no sound ever left his lips. "Anyways Harry, I demand you go to his house. Go to his house, sweep him off his feet, and admit your true feelings for him. You had better, if you know what's good for you." Hermione threatened not giving him time to respond before she got up and strolled out of the great hall flamboyantly.

"What's her problem anyways? She acts like I never do anything romantic. God, women are so confusing it's ridiculous. Harry, I do do romantic things right?"

"Yes, Ron, you do�you just don't do them enough. Why don't you surprise her tonight with something." He suggested helpfully. Harry traced the curves of the hard wood table absently, not really interested in hearing about Ron and Herm's love quarrels.

"Like what?" Ron pushed his food away and it automatically disappeared.

"Not sure. Use your imagination." Harry winked as he started to get up from the table. "We're going to be late for potions, though. It's double potions with the Ravenclaw's right?"

"You mean we're going to be on time. We're always early." Ron said standing up. Harry sighed taking a few dizg stg steps before having to grab Ron's arm as he swayed on his feet.

"Harry? What's wrong?" concern plagued Ron's face as he wound an arm around Harry's slim waist. Harry lifted his left hand up to his forehead and rubbed it.

"I'm fine. Just got a bit dizzy, is all."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, let's go�"

"Ok� and in answer to your question, yes we do have double potions with the Ravenclaw's, which is sort of odd, but if Snape pairs me with Padma I will NEVER hear the end of it from 'Mione. Oh, and if he even dares to match me with Neville I'll shoot the bastard. I do NOT want my cauldron to blow up on me again." Harry chuckled under his breath.

"I know; that was actually quite funny, though."

"No it wasn't Harry. All you've ever had to deal with was Seamus turning your hair green from that one botched potion."

"Hey! That was awful. My hair wasn't just green it also decided to grow a few eyeballs here and there, remember? I had to worry about them winking at me everytime I looked into a mirror." Harry visibly shuddered "Not to mention the fact they were allergic to 'Mione's cat." They entered the classroom only to find it completely empty save for a very disgruntled Severus Snape. They were really early. Class didn't start for another 15 minutes. Harry figured since Snape didn't like him anyways, it wouldn't hurt to always be early or at least on time. Today, however, proved to be the epitome of irony. He was early and as soon as the boys walked through the entrance twenty house points were taken from them.

"That's not fair! We're EARLY!" Harry argued.

"Potter, does it look like I give brownie points for being early? Don't suck up, you're very bad at it and it won't work anyways, I won't tolerate sniveling gimps in my class." Snape crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back against his desk. Harry stood his ground prepared to argue more but Snape changed the subject. "So, Potter, finally did it eh? Finally won the incessant battle between you and Mr. Malfoy?"

"I�" Harry was utterly speechless. There was nothing he could say. He had won the battle, although it wasn't meant to be a 'battle'.

"You know where he went?" Harry nodded as he took a seat and got his quills ready. "You disgust me Potter."

"What? What'd I do??"

"Harry just be quiet." Ron whispered trying to stop the fight he was sure was about to ensue.

"Mr. Potter, it is a well-known fact what Draco has done for you. I, personally, don't understand what is wrong with the boy him falling in love with you and such. I think he is a severely disturbed boy, but it's not up to me who Malfoy can sha�" Snape looked ill and cleared his throat. He avoided looking Potter in the eye and started speaking again more pointedly.

"I never heard the end of it during our talks. I'm like a father to the boy, you know. Not once did he bad mouth you. Not once! It was always Potter this and Potter that. He would always go on and on about how you were so�perfect." He spat looking sick again. This time it appeared like he actually gagged. He composed himself enough to finish his lecture. "Malfoy is my star pupil and because of you he is off somewhere with his erratic mother missing out on expert potion lessons. Are you forever going to do what's expected of you, Potter? Or, for once, are you going to do what you want to do?" Snape wrung his hands together.

"�.Professor�.are you insinuating that you want me to �." Harry didn't need to finish. The look on Snape's face said it all. It wasn't as unfeeling as it normally was. It had a tinge of decency chiseled into the stony scowl that usually dominated any illusion of Snape actually caring about anything or anybody.

"I presume you know my answer to that, Mr. Potter, considering you are passing my class. Class is starting in five minutes, it's up to you whether you're present or not. Nothing is expected of you by me." Snape turned around and took a seat at his rather large desk. He ruffled through some papers, looked at Potter once, then nodded towards the door when he caught Harry's eye. Harry knew what he wanted him to do. He knew that was the right thing to do, whether someone told him to do it or whether he followed his own heart to do so or not.

"Ron, take notes, I'm not going to be here for the rest of the day."

"But, Harry�where are you�"

"I'll be back. I have to go." Ron nodded, realization sinking in.

"Ok�good luck mate" He patted him on the back and Harry rushed from the room. After a rather quick trip to Hogsmeade, and a handful of floo powder, later Harry was on his way towards Draco's mothers house. He wasn't quite sure of the location but he followed his instincts and they led him to a moderately expansive apartment building in the middle of Wizarding London.

The outside was flourished with flowers of every color under the sun. They decorated the long path towards the elegant entrance. Exquisite tapestries and exotic flowers, imported from every other country around the world, lavishly highlighted the bright corridors of the building. Harry pressed on, admiring the beauty of everything. He hadn't noticed he was knocking on a door until it was opened by a pristine woman holding a small black book.

"Harry�" She smiled warmly and opened the door wider to let him enter. She placed the book down on a small coffee table that was in the middle of the floor of the living area. There were two over-sized armchairs at the north and south ends of the table and two over-stuffed couches were facing each other on the east and west ends. Harry looked around admiring the setup.

There was a large fireplace lit behind the chair farthest from him. On the mantel there were porcelain dolls, faberge eggs, decorated in what appeared to be tiny crystals and diamonds with a few rubies here and there, extravagant crystal unicorns, and a clear glass dragon that Harry swore was smiling at him.

He gaped at all of the rich paintings on the wall. The only other place that had had more paintings was Hogwarts, or an art museum in the muggle world, except for the fact that these paintings were moving. Harry was about to say something when Narcissa started speaking again.

"He's in his bedroom" she said pointing to the ceiling. "very top, of course. I'm going out shopping, tell Draco." And with a flick of her wrist she was gone. Harry stood still. He didn't know what he should do. When he had fled his potions class he knew exactly what he wanted, and how to achieve it. But, now that he was standing in Draco Malfoy's living room, he wasn't so sure how to go about it. He fidgeted taking in the rest of the room.

Through a small window-like opening in a wall he saw a dainty kitchen. He walked through the swinging door and studied the room. It was all white with hunter green trimmings. The window in the wall was above a sink and to Harry's amazement when he looked into the window it turned into a mirror. He saw himself looking back at him, but if he looked past his face he could see the living room clearly. He glanced around nervously and noticed a small dragon with glass stuck to his head next to a small counter in the far corner next to a door. The dragon made a gurgle noise and yawned when he approached it. On it were three small bottles full of different colored liquid.

Harry lifted the first bottle of baby blue fluid and examined it carefully. It read Surreptitious Hunger - Veil hunger and be beautiful. So that's how Narcissa stayed so thin. Harry gently replaced the bottle and reached for the next one. As his hand came closer to the bottle of clear liquid a purple cloud of smoke encircled it and snapped at Harry's hand. He retracted his hand immediately not wanting to upset whatever charm had been cast upon the bottle. He figured it was a protection spell of some sort so he bent down to read why it would be protected only to find the words blurred then faded away completely when he looked at the label. Harry shrugged and made a mental note to ask Draco about the anomalous bottle. He peered at the other bottle filled with a mint green potion. The label was old and worn, and not much nectar remained in the vile. He grabbed it and looked at it closely.

Debar Transience - WARNING!: If used while pregnant may cause miscarriage. If used by a male, may cause pregnancy. If eating within an hour of consuming the potion, you may develop adverse reactions such as: Insomnia, restlessness, sleeplessness, stress, tension, anxiety, nightmares, uneasiness, delusions, and hallucinations. Used to deflect insomnia and/or restlessness, sleeplessness, stress, and tension. Take two drops directly on tongue for stronger effects. Take with a small sip of water and/or juice as the taste may make you want to vomit. Take only once in a full 24 hour period.

'wow' thought Harry. He had never seen a potion that had both the effects you wanted and the effects you were using the potion for in the first place on its label in a contradicting manner. He hummed as he put the small glass holder back on the table. The dragon smiled and extended his small paw. Harry shook it gingerly and stroked his head making the beast purr.

"I guess it's time to see Draco, then." He whispered allowed. The dragon nodded and pushed at Harry's legs.

He followed the stairs to the top of the flat where a single door stood proud. It was cracked open and when he peeked inside he saw the bottom corner of a bed and a foot hanging off of it. He timidly opened the door wider to view a sleeping Draco on his bed, a transfiguration book open upon his chest.

He was lying on his back and his hair fanned out like a gold halo about his head on the pillow. Harry took a few steps to the edge of the bed and crouched down in front of Draco's face. He peered at it closely for the first time and realized just how gorgeous the boy was.

His blonde hair accentuated his pale skin ideally, the strands hanging loosely around his high cheekbones as he slept. A small chunk of hair was covering his left eye and Harry very slowly and carefully moved it with his fingertips barely grazing Draco's skin. He sighed out loud. Beautiful.

He had definitely matured since first year, when they decided to be enemies. Hisy hay had gotten bigger, slightly taller and much more intimidating, in the totally irresistible manner, over time. In first year he had small, dainty, and almost feminine features, now he had a more manly physique; his facial structure being the only feminine aspect on him now. He obviously took after his mother in that department. He took after his father in everything else, including the dominant grey eyes that were completely entrancing if you looked into them. Very few people actually got to look into his eyes, they are the window to the soul and he wasn't about to let anybody see through his cold exterior.

He had broad shoulders, long hair, and taut muscles being shown off under his robes all the time. No doubt all the quidditch practice's helped in his inherited build. Even as he was lying down on the bed you could tell he was a very muscular boy. Granted, he wasn't that tall, but he was still very strong and it really didn't matter one way or another because he could still battle with the best, hence his constant dueling with Harry, magically speaking. That and the fact he was a Malfoy, which basically meant he could do anything he wanted and get away with it because everyone was scared of his daddy.

Harry marveled at Draco's body. He was surprised he had never made the time to admire it before. If he would have he would have surely agreed to all of Draco's advances, which is most-likely why he didn't. He was scared of being with him. He didn't want to have to choose the opposite side of his lover. Light or Dark. Light or Dark. It wasn't even a choice to be made, being as how both of their choices were made at birth. Even though Draco had proved himself as a LightGiver Harry still wasn't sure of his loyalty, not that he didn't trust Draco fully with his life, but his father was Lucius Malfoy after all.
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