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Trap Door	By : ZooArmy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3597 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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DAY:� ::TWO::

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Harry awoke to the grumble of his own belly, which was craving for food. He was
spread over the whole bed and wondered where Malfoy had slept. He lifted his
head and saw that the blond was curled up in the armchair he had sat in most of
the time yesterday. His sleeping position looked very painful and Harry knew
that the Slytherin would wake up with a painful neck and soreness all over his
body.

He had pangs of conscience for having been selfish and claiming the bed as his
own last night. Harry called for Fina quietly and the
house-elf appeared with a huge smile on her face.

�Good morning master Potter, sir.�

�Good morning Fina. Would you please be so kind and
bring us some breakfast? I thought about toast and jam and honey. Fresh fruits and muesli.�

�Of course master. What do you want to drink?�

�Eurm, I think pumpkin juice and coffee would be
fine.�

Fina apparated into the
kitchen and Harry sat down in the free armchair to wait for her return. He
looked at Draco and saw the relaxed facial expression. There was no scowl or
smirk or sneer. He would never admit it, but like this Draco was indeed
beautiful.

Fina came back with breakfast and vanished again.
Harry poured a cup of coffee and stood up to kneel down next to Draco�s
sleeping form. He held the cup under Draco�s nose and waved it slightly.

�Malfoy.�

The blond stirred and groaned silently. He smelled the coffee and purred.

�Malfoy. Breakfast.�

�Hmm.�

He opened his eyes slowly and the first things he saw were a cup of coffee and
the face of one Harry James Potter. Potter looked at him with vivid green eyes
and a shy smile. Draco shifted to sit up and winced, every muscle in his neck
and shoulders took revenge for his sleeping position.

The blond managed to sit up and looked longingly at the mug in Harry�s hands.
Harry stood up and handed the mug over to a surprised Malfoy.

�Black with two sugar cubes, right?�

�How?�

Harry fell back into his armchair and poured himself a cup of coffee, adding
milk for a sweeter taste. Draco sipped silently his perfect coffee and waited
for Harry to answer.

�I watch my environment.�

�Okay, who are you? Because you�re too nice to be Potter.�

The Golden Boy chuckled and began spreading jam over a piece of toast. Again he
noticed the longing look of Draco and sighed, handing the toast over to Draco.
The blond watched him agape, but nibbled happily at the toast nevertheless. If
Potter wanted to mother him, he wouldn�t complain.

Harry snatched another piece of toast and spread jam over it, before he ate it
hungrily.

�I just felt a little bad, for taking the bed last night without asking for
your agreement. I�m sorry.�

If he hadn�t learned to control himself completely, a piece of toast would have
fallen out of Draco�s mouth. The boy wonder was apologising to him. He never
had imagined that Golden Boy would come down from his pedestal, but maybe�

He wouldn�t tell Potter that he had slept, most of the night, next to him on
the bed and just had moved in the early morning, to prevent a fight.

And he definitely would never, never, never tell him that it
wasn�t that disgusting to sleep next to him and that Potter had draped an arm
over his chest, while he slept. It would be satisfaction to see Potter
struggle for words and the embarrassment written all over his face. But if he
would confront him with the incident, he would need to admit, that he had slept
in the same bed as Potter.

�Why is your face still covered in bruises?�

Harry looked up in confusion. THAT was a change of subject. He blushed slightly
and Draco groaned inwardly. �Why was Golden Boy always blushing so quickly?�

�I don�t know the spells to make them disappear. I never needed to. Either
Hermione casts the spell on me or if it is worse Pomfrey
does the job.�

Without another word, Draco drew his wand and healed Harry�s bruises and
cracks. He heard the quiet �Thank you� from the dark-haired boy and turned back
to his coffee.

~~~

They ate in silence the rest of the time. After Fina
had cleaned, Draco stood up and winced again in pain. He walked to the wardrobe
and grabbed some clothes.

�I�ll take a shower. � Maybe my neck will be a little better after.�

Shortly after Harry heard the splashing of water, the owl flew through the
painting with the landscape on it and landed on the armrest of Harry�s chair.
He stroked the bird and fed her a piece of toast, he
had still in his hand, before undoing the letter, attached to her leg.

The still nameless owl flew to her pole and hooted happily, while nibbling at
her toast. Harry smiled and shook his head, because she reminded him of Malfoy
this morning. He enrolled the letter and read the lines Hermione had written.

==

Hello Harry,

I don�t know how�oh my, this is really hard�I�m not allowed to help you and
Malfoy out of the room. Probably right after you were �caught�, Dumbledore
ordered us to his office and told us where you two will be for the next time.
Malfoy�s mother, Snape, Remus, Zabini, Parkinson, Ron and I were the one he had
summoned.

Please don�t ask me why you�re locked up, I�m not allowed to tell you. I�m so
sorry, I really am.

I hope you and Malfoy get along with each other. Write back and please don�t be
angry, Dumbledore said this is of high importance. I know you can handle the
situation.

Ron and Remus do miss you (I do too) and hope you�re feeling fine.

Oh and Mrs Malfoy asked me to tell Malfoy that she loves him dearly, that he
knows what to do and that she will send him a letter tomorrow or the day after.

Bye

Hermione

==

Harry sat in the armchair and was stunned. He was locked up, everyone knew he
was locked up and no one wanted to help him, let alone give him answers. He
hated it. Everyone knew what and why it was happening, except him and He. Was. In.
The fucking damn bloody. Happening.
Oh eh right, and Malfoy, too.

Malfoy and he were now fellows? Fellows through force?
Foes should become friends? No way! � But there had to be a way or they would
kill each other. On the other hand, after their little fist fight last evening
they were pretty civil towards each other. Malfoy hadn�t even made a fuss about
the bed.

They could manage the situation; they just needed to talk about everything.
Yeah, they would manage the situation � if Draco was playing along. Draco?
Well, perhaps it would be a good start to come to first-name terms.

�Potter? � Poootteeeer!�

Draco snapped two fingers in front of Golden Boy�s face and tore the boy out of
his daydreaming. Harry rubbed his eyes with the balls of his hands and looked
at Draco.

�Huh?�

�Wow, your trip to Lala-Land must have been quite
fascinating.�

�Quite. � Hermione�s letter arrived when you were in
the bathroom.�

�And? When do we get out of here?�

Harry handed him the letter and Draco read the letter, standing in front of
Harry. The Golden Boy�s eyes wandered over Malfoy�s form. He was barefoot, wore
black jeans which were damn tight in the right places and a form-hugging white
shirt with v-neck. If someone would force him, he would even confess that he
thought Draco looked sexy.

�This is so not true.�

�Huh?�

�Oh Potter, again Lala-Land?�

�Different one.�

�They must be kidding. They can�t lock us up here, without answers. It�s
un-fucking-believable, everyone has a clue except the affected ones. Even my
mother is allowing this. � Hey Potter don�t you have an opinion or what�s with
you?�

�Strange as it sounds, but I agree with you completely. I had the same thoughts
when I read the letter.�

Draco walked over to the bed and threw himself very un-malfoyish
on the same. He yelped in pain and sighed when the pain subsided slowly.
Apparently his neck wasn�t any better.

Harry jerked up in his chair and looked concerned at Malfoy.

�Are you fine?�

�Yeah I�m okay. My neck is just killing me. The revenge of my
body, for my sleeping position last night.�

Harry dug himself deeper in his armchair and stared into the fireplace. Luckily
this fire was spelled not to go out.

�Draco, I�m sorry. This is probably all my fault, like you said. Most likely my
�the-boy-who-lives�-fate has something to do with it. I�m sorry that they
pulled you into it, although I don�t know in what.�

The blond sat up, Indian style, on the bed and looked intently at the
Gryffindor. He had himself snuggled deep down into the armchair and was more
lying instead of sitting in it.

�Say that again.�

�I said, you were right. It�s my entire fault.�

�No, no, not that. You said �Draco�, not �Malfoy�.�

�Oh.�

�Why?�

�I eurm, I thought�maybe it would be easier down
here, if we would be nice, at least civil towards each other. And first-name
terms sounded good for the start�oh just, just forget it. Stupid
idea.�

Moments went by in silence.

�Okay, Ha-Harry. Let�s call a truce. I think it�s necessary or we wouldn�t
survive down here.�

Harry slowly stood up and went over to the bed. He looked down at Draco,
scrutinising him, like he searched for honesty in his eyes.

�Do you know that it becomes scary? You mouth all the things I thought before.
It�s disturbing.�

Draco groaned loudly and wanted to fall back on the bed, but stopped;
remembering his neck.

�Don�t tell me, I have the same sick train of thoughts like boy wonder? Oh god,
that�s not fair.�

Harry chuckled and stretched out his hand.

�Truce?�

�Truce!�

Draco took his hand and shook it.

///When I saw this moment I was nearly
squealing in euphoria. I really thought it would be just a matter of two or
three days from this moment on. They would become a �destiny-couple� through
bonding and I would have accomplished my first mission. Ha! I was so na�ve back
in that days.\

The rest of the day went by uneventful. Harry had
discovered a book he found rather interesting and read all day. Draco used the
time to sort his wardrobe and rummage through Harry�s, always letting slip some
comments for the one or other piece. Harry didn�t mind, he knew his clothes
weren�t that �amazing�, actually quite the opposite. And if Draco needed
something to do, he wouldn�t stop him. It was Malfoy; he did what he wanted
anyway.

�Pot~Harry, your so-called clothes are horrible.�

�I know.�

�You know? And why don�t you change a thing about it?�

�Not interested in clothes and I have no idea about it.�

�Your shirts are rags.�

�Uhuh.�

�Your pants, too.�

�Uhuh.�

�You have no taste.�

�Uhuh.�

�Are you listening?�

�Uhuh.�

�No you don�t.�

�Uhuh.�

�You have a nice arse.�

�Uhuh.
� What?�

�Nothing. Go back, read your book.�

�Okay.�

~~~

They had finished dinner and sat in silence in front of the fireplace. At least
Draco sat. Harry lay on the floor, elbows propped up and his book in front of
him.

An owl flew through the painting and demanded attention with loud hooting.
Draco looked up and a true smile spread over his face.

�That�s the owl of my mother.�

�Really?�

The blond hold out his arm and the bird landed on the same. Harry was more
occupied by watching Draco and the unusual smile on his face, than looking at
the beautiful grey owl. Why wasn�t Draco more smiling, it looked so wonderful.
Harry shook his head in shock. He hadn�t thought what he had thought right now,
had he?

�I thought your mother wanted to send you a letter tomorrow and no package
today.�

�Maybe she wanted to surprise me.�

The owl dropped the package into Draco�s lap and took off again without
hesitation. Harry sat down in front of Draco�s armchair and looked at the
package. He noticed Draco�s eyes on him and the raised eyebrow, telling �what
do you want?�.

�Sorry, I�m nosy.�

Draco rolled his eyes and unwrapped the package. It
appeared a black box and a letter attached to it. The Slytherin opened the
envelope and looked at Harry.

�You don�t expect that I read it out aloud, do you?�

�No, no. It�s your letter and your package. I was just nosy, sorry.�

Harry went to the bathroom and left Draco some privacy. The blond unfolded the
letter and noticed the elegant handwriting of his mother right away.

==

My beloved son,

It�s breaking my heart that you have to live in this room. But believe me, it
is of necessity. In the end you will see it yourself and agree with me.

I�m not allowed to tell you anything, but I will give you an advice
nevertheless. Listen to your heart, no matter what your mind tells you.

I send you your favourite sweets. If you need anything, tell me. And share the
sweets with Harry.

My baby, take care of you. I miss and love you dearly.

Mom

==

Draco looked at the letter questioningly. What had she meant with �Listen to
your heart� and why was she calling Harry �Harry� and why did she insist on
sharing with Harry? He opened the box and grinned goofily. His
favourite sweets, handmade from their house elves in Malfoy Manor and enough
for two.

�Harry?�

The dark-haired boy poked his head out of the bathroom door and looked at the
backrest of Draco�s armchair.

�Huh?�

�My mother sent us something.�

�Us?�

�Yup.�

The Golden Boy scurried over to Draco and saw the box full of sweets. He
wondered what Mrs Malfoy had sent them and took the other armchair. Draco
placed the box on the table between the armchairs and snatched a piece of
handmade chocolate and plopped it into his mouth. Harry�s eyes were glued to
the blond�s mouth and licked his own, suddenly dry, lips.

�Don�t you like sweets? They are handmade and really good.�

�You mean, you share your chocolate with me?�

�My mother wrote explicit to share them with you.�

Harry�s eyes shined joyfully and he took a piece of chocolate.

�Thank you Draco. I really love sweets.�

He plopped the sweet in his mouth and hummed in delight with closed eyes. He
heard an awkward cough and opened his eyes to see Draco looking at him
strangely.

�Sorry. But it is really delicious.�

Harry licked the remaining chocolate from his fingers and looked apologetically
at Draco. Draco didn�t know what was happening. He couldn�t turn his eyes away
from Harry and when the boy had moaned, he nearly drilled holes into the
armrest with his fingers. And now this moron was licking his fingers, like it
was the most innocent deed in the whole wide world.

�Stop. Licking. Your. Fingers.�

�Huh?�

�Nothing. � What will we do, because of the bed
tonight?�

�Oh�eurm�you can have it, it�s just fair.�

Draco stood up and went to the bed. He knew it wasn�t fair, but if he would
tell Potter, the truce would be over � most likely. If he would tell Harry, he
wouldn�t mind to share the bed; he would probably make assumptions or be
disgusted of Draco.

The Slytherin grabbed a blanket and a pillow and brought it Harry.

�Here.�

�Oh eh thank you.�

Harry stood up and put the blanket and pillow on the floor. Draco went back to
the bed and stripped out of his jeans, Harry did the same. One crawled under
the blanket in a cosy bed; the other crawled under the blanket on the floor in
front of the fireplace.

The Golden Boy dimmed the light and made funny noises, expressing his
contentment. Minutes of silence went by and Harry struggled with himself to
break the silence.

�Draco?�

�Hm?�

�You lied yesterday.�

�Huh?�

�You can be nice to me. I mean, you were nice to me today, very nice. Thank
you. I needed that. � Night.�

Draco didn�t answer. He wasn�t sure if Harry had spoken half-asleep. And what
did he mean with �I needed that.�? Fucking damn great and bloody hell amazing
this would mean a sleepless night and a lot of confusing questions.

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