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My Side Of The Bed	By : WiseDraco Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 2990 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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What�s this? Chapter 2 already? Well I wanted to wait a week�but I got impatient�a special thanks to my lovely�gorgeous�spectacularly wonderful Beta�s who keep from sounding like a complete idiot, LunaParvulus and darkmosmordreheart. Thank you ladies. And guys�you did so well! I got some 23 reviews for chapter one alone!!! Let�s see if we can make it to 35�.oh yeah�I�m ambitious. Thanks!

Ever Lovin�,

WiseD

"I've got you...under my skin...

I've got you...deep in the heart of me...

You're so deep in my heart that you're really a part of me...

Cause I've got you...under my skin..."

I've got you under my skin--Frank Sinatra

Chapter 2: Revelations in the Sunlight�

Harry was dreaming. In fact, it was a rather nice dream too; warm pale skin and soft pink lips that seemed to be sin incarnate brushed against his. And then, rather suddenly, there was an explosion of pain, right where pain should never, ever be. Harry's eyes rolled back in his head and he curled into a fetal position, trying with every fiber of his being to not cry.

Vaguely he realized that the source of his current situation was hammering on about some indifference he had just suffered and yet Harry just couldn�t bring himself to give a good goddamn.

�Shut up, Draco!� Harry moaned and shoved his face into the pillow, whining in pain.

�Potter! Stop screwing around and tell me tell me right this instant why it is I am half clothed in your room, and more importantly, in your bed!� the blond spat heatedly. Well, at very least Malfoy was back.

�I�m not screwing around you git!� Harry gasped and thanked Merlin when the pain began to dull, if just a little. �You kneed me in my fucking dick!�

Draco glared at him, not seeming to care about Harry's current problem. �Tell me why the fuck I am here!�

The Gryffindor, when he was finally able to move with out feeling like he was going to vomit, reached blindly for his wand and cast a charm to completely take away the ache. Harry sat up, snatching his glasses off the table next to his arm, and shoved them on, ready to give the other teen a piece of his mind.

His breath caught, Draco looked�well he looked�absolutely stunning. His normally perfect hair was an utter mess, and his lips were swollen from sleep, giving them a slight pout. And, to only add to his increasing fascination, Draco�s shirt was gone; Harry wondered when it was he had lost that. He didn�t remember Draco being shirtless the night before, but there it was.

Harry's heart constricted at the sight of the angry lines of thick rigid flesh that roped across Draco�s pale chest, but he shoved the thought away. Despite the scars, his skin looked beyond flawless, like some marble God, come to life; the sunshine slanting through the open window played against the smooth flesh, making it glow. Even the dark splash of color across his left arm didn�t take anything away from his angelic-like beauty.

�Well, Potter?!�

Obviously, Harry had missed something in his mental tirade about Draco and his perfect body. �What did you say?�

�I didn�t say anything Potter! I am waiting for your riveting reason as to why I am half nude in your bedroom!�

The brunet shrugged. �You came here.�

Draco arched one pale perfect brow. �In my�no wait�these are not mine.� He looked down at his pants. �Are these yours?!�

Harry rolled his eyes. �Yes�they are. You insisted that you did not like the feel of your own, so I kindly loaned you a pair of mine.�

�I did no such thing!� Draco protested, mouth agape.

�Yeah, you did. You got completely knackered and came here.�

�Why in Merlin�s name would I do that?!� the blond shouted again, sitting up.

�I haven�t the slightest clue Draco�you just came here and did several�er�interesting things.�

Somehow, The Slytherin managed to pale considerably. Harry wasn�t quite sure how he did it, considering how much color Draco lacked, but he did.

�Wh-what did I do?� he got out, his mercury eyes bigger then Harry had ever seen them.

Harry arched a brow. �Nothing too big,� he assured. �First, you ate my potato chips. Then you tried to fly without a broom, I think, and decided it would be brilliant to view the back of my couch as a balance beam. It didn�t work out too well for you and you fell off, but I caught you before you fell flat on your face.�

Draco eyed him warily. �That�s all that happened? I didn�t�I didn�t do anything else?�

The brunet decided it would not be wise to mention the crying thing, so he shrugged. �What do you think you did, Dray?�

�Don�t call me that, Potter,� Draco snipped ignoring the question and moving on dramatically. �So I fell into your arms and then you decided you had the right to undress me?�

Harry flushed. �No! That wasn�t it! You threw up and so�I thought you should stay here. You could have wandered outside or something! I was just trying to help!�

�You just wanted to see me nude didn�t you?!�

Now Harry was offended. �No I didn�t, you little git! You were tired and I was just helping you out! You couldn�t even walk right. So I thought I should help you out! I had no intentions of sleeping in the same bed as you but then you insisted I should so I did!�

�I insisted?�

No. �Yes, you did!�

�You�re a liar, Potter. And a shit one at that. Where the fuck is my shirt?�

Harry held back from strangling the other teen with all his might. How was it that not eight hours ago he wanted to be with this person? Draco Malfoy was only acceptable into society when he was drunk off his ass.

�I don�t know. You had it on last night,� Harry snapped, pissed beyond all reason.

The blond, of course, didn�t seem to give a damn and got off the bed and began rummaging around Harry's room for his clothes.

�God, you are a pig, Potter. Do you know how to keep things clean?�

More anger boiled inside the brunet as Draco absently flung things out of his way. It didn�t seem to matter what it was�books, clothing, his homework� nothing seemed to matter to the other boy. But when the blond got to the picture of Harry and his parents�the only one Harry had of them�Draco gently picked it up and set it to the side, and then continued to toss things out of the way.

Harry just looked at him; he didn�t understand the other boy for the life of him and he wasn�t sure he ever would. A shirt suddenly landed on his head, and Harry growled before he tore it off. He rolled off the bed, untangling himself from the confines of his sheets.

�Why is it you don�t have a hangover?� he questioned the smaller boy.

�A spell Potter. We are Wizards, you know, with all the magic and what-not.�

The Gryffindor sucked in air though his nose harshly and let it out. What he needed to do was not let every little comment Draco made get to him. Draco seemed to naturally be an arse but on occasion he would do these things that were just�sweet. Harry jammed a hand through his hair and turned, immediately spotting Draco�s shirt, he rolled his eyes and bent over picking it up.

�Here is your shirt.�

Draco faced him and snatched his shirt away, sneering. Harry raised an eyebrow and gave him a smile, effectively causing the other�s face expression to falter.

�Where did you hide it, Potter?�

�Don�t be so presumptuous to assume I hid your shirt. You missed it in your little rant of tossing my things about,� Harry replied coolly.

Draco�s mouth dropped open, if just slightly, and then snapped shut. He glared at the taller boy again and then marched to the bathroom�undoubtedly agitated�judging by the way he slammed the door. Harry grinned wider. So this was how he was to deal with Draco? Why hadn�t he thought of it sooner?

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Shortly after Draco�s fit, the blond left, banging out of the room�with as much noise as possible�leaving Harry alone with his thoughts. Harry sighed heavily and walked around the room, absently picking up the pieces of clothing and books the other boy had strewn throughout the room.

He went into the bathroom and glanced at the floor, his brow furrowed�Where had Malfoy put the pants he had used? Harry shrugged; perhaps the blond had dropped the pants he had worn last night out in the room and Harry had already shoved them into his dirty clothes hamper.

A knock sounded on the door. �Harry? Mate? It�s me�you ready to go?�

�Door�s open, Ron.�

The knob turned and in stepped the red head. �Hey Harry, why aren�t you ready yet?�

�Just got up,� Harry mumbled and grabbed a shirt out of his dresser, pulling it on.

Ron nodded and sat down on the chair, absently flipping through one of Harry's textbooks. Things were so odd between them now; Harry knew why, but then he didn�t know why. For awhile he had thought it was because of Ginny, but she was dating Neville Longbottom now and Neville was a good person. He treated Ginny well and the young woman seemed to really enjoy her time with him.

So what had happened between them? Why was it that every conversation between the pair was like small talk? Granted neither Harry nor Ron had ever been much for excessive conversation, but this was ridiculous. Harry pulled on a pair of jeans and glanced at his watch; breakfast was still another thirty minutes away.

�Mate?� Harry asked, sitting down next to the other teen.

�Yeah?�

�What uh�is there something wrong?�

The red head looked at him. �What do you mean?�

Harry flushed; he felt like an idiot. Maybe it was just him. �Nothing�never mind.�

�No, what Harry?� Ron shut the book in his lap and set it aside.

The brunet carded his fingers though his hair. �Is there�is there something wrong? I mean�is there something going on here and I just don�t know it?�

�What are you talking about Harry?�

�It�s just, well haven�t you noticed things have been a bit off between us?�

Ron rubbed the back of his neck. �Yeah�I�ve noticed.� He got up and crossed the room to Harry's dresser, fingering the picture his best mate had of �The Golden Trio�. �Hermione and I have noticed you�ve been a little distant. We just figured you wanted some space, mate. After the War�you got really quiet and you barely talked. Mione just told me to let you be. So I did.�

Harry felt his heart clench at the tight sound of his best friend's voice. Thinking back, Ron was right, Harry had been quiet after the War. But he deserved that quiet. He had died, he had fought, and he had done a million other things for these people. He should have told Hermione and Ron though, or at least done something to clue them in.

The brunet walked to the other teen and patted him on the shoulder. �I�m sorry Ron. I just---�

�It�s fine Harry.� Ron turned. �It�s ok�we just�er�Hermione just misses you.�

Harry grinned and hugged the blue eyed boy, in a manly sort a fashion of course, slapping him on the back. �I missed you guys, too.�

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Harry and Ron made their way down to the Great Hall and stepped inside. Hermione, of course, was already there, with her nose shoved in a book. Ginny and Neville were sitting next to her, gazing adoringly into each other�s eyes and Harry rolled his eyes just as Ron did the same. They laughed and sat down, Ron next to his girlfriend and Harry sat across from them, feeling a little out of place.

Ron leaned over and gave Hermione a kiss on the cheek. �Hi, Mione. What are you reading?�

She looked up and smiled brilliantly at both her best friends. �Hogwarts, A History. Hello, Harry.�

�Hi, Mione.�

�Feeling better?� she asked and he nodded, and that was it; nothing further was said about Harry's theoretical absence. Hermione immediately jumped into asking about Harry's new classes and for the next few minutes they went back and forth, discussing various things while Ron stuffed his face.

Somehow the bushy haired girl managed to drag Ron�s attention away from his food and engage him in a conversation. Harry's attention drifted away from the pair and he focused on the Slytherin blond across the room.

Though there was a small brunette girl trained on Draco�s arm, trying to gain her attention, he paid her no mind and continued with his meal. At one point the blonde glanced up and upon seeing the other boy staring at him he flushed and looked away quickly.

�Harry?� Hermione asked snapping him out of his thoughts.

�Yeah?�

�You ready for class?�

Harry looked around, it seemed the bell had rung while he had been staring at the Ice Prince. �Oh yeah�� He got up and grabbed his bag from the floor. He cast one last look at Draco and grinned widely when he caught the other teen looking at him; Draco scowled and turned away to face some other boy and walking out of the Hall with him.

�Come on mate.� Ron called, and Harry nodded, following the couple to their first class.

TBC�

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