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Chapter 5: Sleeping With The Enemy
Harry gulped down his coffee at lunch. He would do anything for this day to end! It was a nightmare! After potions, he and Malfoy had arranged to meet that night at seven to start on their assignment, which he wasn�t looking forward to. Even with the truce, he still didn�t like the blonde.
He had then had Care Of Magical Creatures. The lesson itself was pretty pleasant, that was up until Hagrid had pulled him aside, looking anxious. Since fifth year, he had occasionally been into the Forbidden Forest with Hagrid to visit his giant half-brother Grawp. Unfortunately for him, Grawp had apparently grown attached to him, and was getting restless, calling �Harry� while he attempted to free himself from his chains.
Hagrid pulled him aside to tell him that, and ask him to come into the forest this afternoon, to try and placate the giant. Harry had made the mistake of looking into Hagrid�s pleading eyes and had been unable to refuse.
He also had detention tonight at eight-thirty with Snape in the dungeons, for a verbal sparring he had had with some Slytherins a couple of days ago. He dropped his head on the table and groaned. Some body kill me now!
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Harry made his way hurriedly back up to the castle from Hagrid�s Hut. It was a couple of minutes past seven and he was hurrying to the library. He had just got back from visiting Grawp with Hagrid. It hadn�t been a pleasant trip.
Grawp had wanted to go with Harry back to the castle, and it had taken a while to explain why he couldn�t. Grawp had started wailing and he had ended up promising the beast that he would visit again soon, if he behaved himself.

It was lucky he had thought to prepare his study bag first, and leave it at Hagrid�s, otherwise he would have been extremely late, he thought as he opened the library doors.
After locating the blonde, he made his way over, dumping his bag on the table and apologising for being late but not giving the reason why. What was he supposed to say, Sorry I�m late, but a giant has a crush on me and wouldn�t let me leave. Yeah right.
Malfoy had snapped at him, and the anger he had felt was instantaneous. His day was already bad enough, he wasn�t going to put up with Malfoy acting all high and mighty, and so he had snapped back.
Keeping their truce in mind, he had changed the subject to work. It had been going fine. Malfoy was very intelligent and had a passion for Potions. About an hour in, he had been talking about the ingredients when Malfoy had groaned and dropped his head to the table.
Harry put the paent ent down and looked over at the blonde, frowning. He wondered what was wrong. He didn�t know why he cared, but shrugged it off as he asked what was up.
He received a whimper in reply and his frowned deepened. Was he sick? In pain? He leaned over and placed his hand on the blondes arm and was startled when Malfoy snapped his head up to look at him with wide eyes.
He went to remove his hand when Malfoy�s free hand covered it, gripping it in place. Confused, he looked into the entrancing stormy-blue eyes that held no malice like they usually did. There were too many emotions swirling in their hs ths that Harry could only make out a few.
Fear

Pain

Resignation

Passion

Tenderness
Determination
He started to lean back in his seat. He was confused and a little scared. Malfoy leaned forward, staring him straight in the eye. What is he doing he thought, startled before soft lips brushed against his.
He gasped softly, as he felt them press more firmly against his, a hand coming up behind his head to hold him in place.
His mind went blank, as his lips tingled and his heart drum rolled in his chest. He couldn�t seem to form a coherent thought in his mind even though some thing was tugging his conscious, trying to be heard.
The feeling of Malfoy�s soft wet tongue sliding over his bottom lip before it was pulled between his lips broke him out of his stupor abruptly. He could feel Malfoy trembling against him, and he pulled back, horrified.
He didn�t know if he was more horrified at Malfoy, for kissing him, or at himself for enjoying it.
�M.Malfoy!� Harry gasped, �What..? Why..?�
He stared as the boy opened his eyes. He looked sad and scared. Pain laced through his eyes before he spoke.
�I.I.I can explain,� he pleaded.
�Well!?� he demanded. He was angry now. How dare he kiss me, he thought.
�W.Well, er, see� I�m sorry. I�m so sorry.�
Harry stared as Malfoy closed his eyes. His voice was cracked and ragged. He had heard the pain. He stood up swiftly and started to pack his things away as he tried to calm his heartbeat. He refused to look at Malfoy. He walked quickly to the door.
�Harry, please,� he heard Malfoy plead from behind him but he didn�t stop. He hurried out of there and quickly made his way back to Grydor dor Tower.
By the time he reached the Fat Lady, any enjoyment he had felt from thes was was gone. He was seething. Was this some new joke? Was it going to be all over the school tomorrow? Maybe he was going to talk to Rita Skeeter again and it would be on the front page of the Daily Prophet tomorrow. He stormed in and up to his dorm, dumping his bag and heading out again.
�Harry?� he heard Ron ask from the Common Room.

�I�ve got to get to detention, I�ll see ya later,� he replied as he pushed open the Portrait and climbed out.
He was still silently seething when he reached Snape�s office and knocked sharply on the door twice, before entering.
Snape was sitting behind his desk, marking papers, and didn�t look up when he entered. He finished the page, occasionally leaving remarks written in red. When he got to the end of the page, he wrote a lengthy comment, before he laid his quill down and finally looked up.
�Sit down, Mr Potter,� he said, in his rich, quiet voice. Harry sat in the seat opposite, well aware of the obsidian eyes, boring into him. Harry took a deep breath, getting his emotions in check before he looked into the dark depths of his teachers� eyes, his calm mask back in place and his eyes void of emotion.
He had learned Occlumency, but his eyes were still expressive unless he consciously made them blank. He would not let Snape into his thoughts through his eyes. Snape�s eyes glinted in the flickering firelight, maliciously.

�You�re five minutes late Mister Potter. Explain to me what was so important as to keep me waiting.� Harry scowled. He had been at the most, two minutes late, the other three Snape had been grading that paper. He chose not to say that.

�I�m sorry Professor, I was studying and lost track of time,� he replied in measured tones. Snape lifted an eyebrow and smirked.

�Oh really?� Snape sneered, his eyes boring into Harry�s. Harry inwardly groaned. What, had he been spying on us!? Or maybe Malfoy had already been here and gloated! His eyes narrowed at the thought.

�Yes, sir, really,� his tone clipped and sarcastic. Snape looked triumphant.

�Twenty points from Gryffindor for your cheek Potter. You will spend the next couple of hours at that table over there, dissecting those toads and bottling the separate parts,� replied Snape in a quiet voice, his eyes glinting. �Well, what are you waiting for? Get to work!�
The next four hours were spent cutting up over a hundred toads under Snape�s watchful eye. He could feel every time the Potion Master was looking at him and it was driving him insane. Insane or paranoid, he wasn�t really sure. Every time he tried to catch Snape at it, he would be studiously marking papers. But he knew he was being watched, and watched intently. Finally he was able to leave and he couldn�t have got out of there quicker. He was quickly racing up the dungeon hallway, not looking where he was going when he crashed into some one, knocking them both to the ground, Harry landing on top.
He had his head buried in the other person�s neck with his eyes closed as he groaned. Who on earth is wandering the halls at this time of night? He subconsciously noticed how nice they smelled as he put a hand on their chest and lifted his head. His eyes peered into slightly dazed stormy blue eyes that were staring at him with a tenderness he could not fathom.

�Malfoy,� he greeted uncomfortably as he became aware of their positions. He started to get up when two strong arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him back down.

�Not yet,� Malfoy said in a breathy whisper, �Please don�t go yet.� His breath ghosted over Harry�s face and he smelt the strong scent of Fire Whiskey. Great, now I have to deal with a drunk Malfoy. �You�ve got the prettiest eyes I have ever seen,� Malfoy whispered, �They sparkle and glow like liquid. They�re majestic.� Harry smirked. He couldn�t wait to tell Malfoy tomorrow � hopefully while he still had his hangover � that he had called his rivals eyes pretty. But that didn�t help him out of the situation he was in now. He sighed as he looked down at Malfoy.

�You�re drunk Malfoy, lets get you back to your common room.� Malfoy sighed wistfully as he continued to look into Harry�s eyes.

�Couldn�t we stay here a little longer? Please?� His eyes pleaded with him.

�On the cold stone floor?� he replied sarcastically as he tried to ignore how comfortable he was in his arch nemeses arms. �Wont your designers robes get dirty?� Draco shook his head frantically as he gripped onto Harry.

�I don�t care,� he replied, not noticing Harry had said it sarcastically. Harry looked at Malfoy curiously, and then got to his feet. Malfoy whimpered and closed his eyes. Harry looked down the corridor. He would love to bolt right now, but he couldn�t. The stupid headmaster had made him Head Boy so he had to help Malfoy out.

�Come on Malfoy,� he sighed tiredly as he held out his hand, �Let�s get you back to your common room.�
Malfoy stumbled after being hoisted to his feet and he fell into the black-headed boy. Harry guided him to the Slytherin entrance. Well, more like he carried the blonde.

�How do you know where the Slytherin entrance is,� asked the blonde curiously, as he looked heavily up at Harry. Harry rd hid his eyes and muttered �lucky guess� before asking what the password was. �I don�t know.� Harry stared at him.

�What do you mean you don�t know? You must know!� Draco looked sheepish.

�I can�t remember,� he mumbled before he stumbled further into Harry. Harry caught him around the waist as the blonde rested his head in the crook of Harry�s and and sighed contently. Harry groaned. Now what do I do? He looked around and growled before he half lead, half carried Malfoy along the corridor. �Where�re we going?� he asked thickly. He still had his arms thrown haphazardly around Harry and was enjoying the close contact while it lasted.

�To my rooms,� Harry grumbled, hoisting Malfoy up. Malfoy snickered.

�That keen are ya?� he leered and winked suggestively. Harry scrunched his nose up as Malfoy�s breath ghosted over his face and the smell of alcohol once again invaded his nostrils.
Arriving at his Head Boy quarters, he said the password and entered, dumping Malfoy on the couch. Malfoy looked around appreciatively before looking back at his host, who was transfiguring things into blankets and a pillow. Expanding the couch a bit, he turned to face the blonde.

�You can sleep on the couch. The bathroom is through that door,� he pointed to a door behind him, �don�t disturb me or you wont live long enough to regret it.� With that, he turned with a swish of his robes and entered his bedroom.

Harry grimaced, he still smelt like toad intestines. Sighing, he walked into the bathroom through the adjoining door from his bedroom and had a quick shower. Clad in only boxes, he climbed into bed and took a mouthful of Dreamless Sleep Potion. Thouldould knock him out till the morning. With a swish of his wand, the candles blew out and Harry drifted off into a deep dreamless sleep, oblivious to the blonde in the next room.
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Draco sighed as he looked wistfully at Harry�s closed bedroom door. He ran his hand through his hair, again, making it stick up worse. Just then he heard the water running in the bathroom. Oh how he was tempted to accidentally walk in on Harry, but didn�t want to risk his obsession�s wrath. He closed his eyes and pictured Harry taking off his clothes. The robes would be unbuttoned, and fall off his shoulders, dropping to the floor, followed closely by the Gryffindor tie and shoes and socks. Then the shirt would be untucked and the buttons slowly undone. Finally all the buttons are undone and he would slip it off his shoulders and let it drop to the floor with the rest of his clothes. Draco moaned and caressed his chest through his robes imagining it was Harry�s. Harry�s hand would slide down and the belt would be undone. Draco mirrored the movements on himself, hoisting his robe up and undoing his belt. Next the button on the pants would be undone followed by the zip. Draco lightly squeezed his hardening shaft through his boxes before he slid his pants and boxes off his hips, imagining Harry taking off his pants and boxes. His hand ghosted up his thigh and over his ball sack before it wrapped around his erection.
Draco moaned, before quickly undressing all of his clothes. Lying naked on Harry�s couch, he once again wrapped his hand around his penis, squeezing it gently, before stroking it. He imagined Harry stepping into the water and running his nimble hands over his chest. With his free hand, Draco ran it across his chest before tweaking his nipple.

�Ohh Harry,� Draco groaned as he picked up the pace. He imagined Harry tilting his head back in the water. Harry running his hands down the length of his body and pumping his own erection. Draco�s breathing was heavy now and he couldn�t stop the moans, whimpers, and groans spilling from his parted lips. He slid his hand down his body and massaged his balls. �Mmmm. So close.� He imagined Harry leaning against the shower wall, his head thrown back in ecstasy as he came, yelling Draco�s name. Which was when Draco came. He shouted �Harry� as he came violently. His body convulsed and shuddered as he rode out his orgasm, still pumping his penis. His seed spilled over his stomach and hand. He leaned back into the cushions as he waited for his laboured breathing to even out. He lifted his hand up and sucked the cum off one of his digits, imagining it was Harry�s.
When he finally opened his eyes, he realised the water had stopped and he picked up his clothes and entered the bathroom. After a quick shower, he put his boxes back on. He had changed them since his meeting with Harry in the library when hd cud cummed in his pants. He grabbed his wand and transfigured himself a toothbrush. It was a bit disfigured but he had been drinking. He was juboutbout to leave when he noticed another door that was slightly ajar. Peering into the room beyond, his suspicions were confirmed when he spied a figure sleeping deeply in a big king sized four-poster bed.
He walked cautiously into the room and around to the other side of the bed. Looking at the bedside table he noticed the uncorked Dreamless Sleeping Potion anghedghed in relief. He would be out like a light. Looking down at Harry�s peaceful face, he bent down and kissed those delicious lips. He looked at Harry a moment longer before he gave into his desire and walked around to the other side of the bed, before slipping in quietly. Scooting over until he spooned Harry, he wrapped his arms around the slim waist and drifted off into contented peaceful sleep.

Next Chapter: What shock is Ron in for when he walks into Harry�s bedroom to wake him? And the whole school finding out!?
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A/N I probably wont be able to update for a while because I've run out of pre-written chapters!! (And my muse is dead)
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