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Dignosco Perturbatio	By : KianaD Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 1771 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Same warnings/disclaimer as from chapter one. Carry on, brave soul.

I thought you would never ask. Draco turned to face Potter, studying the way his hands were clenched hard into fists, that his eyes slightly wider than normal, and his lips were parted, and wet with whisky.
"That is hardly an easy question to answer," he replied softly. "On one hand, I purposely sat further away from you so that I wouldn�t be tempted to take advantage of your drunkenness. Even I have a few morals left; coupled with the fact my ego would not understand on why I would need to fuck a drunken man. However�" he paused, eyes probing Potter�s face. "I would hate to� hurt your ego either."
Harry hadn't been quite certain of the response that he had been expecting, well, other than being introduced yet again to the unfriendly end of Malfoy's wand but even that seemed unlikely. The answer he received, however, took him no less by surprise and for a few moments it was all that he could do to sit and hold Malfoy's gaze.
"Hmm," he said eventually, taking another sip from his glass. Not that he needed it of course, he was well beyond the stage of needing any further alcohol to dull his senses and judgment, but it bought him a few seconds until he decided how to answer at any rate.
"Because laughing at me while I rolled around helplessly on your floor in no way hurt my ego." Smirking, Harry leant over the side of the bed, placing his glass on the floor before he slowly crawled his way up to the other end, closer to where Malfoy was sitting.
"Course," he continued as he sunk down slightly, popping himself up on his elbows as he looked back up at Malfoy, grinning broadly. "Your ego is far more delicate than mine. I'm used to making a prat of myself."
"We all do what we are best at," Draco countered with a small grin back. "And I thought we already agreed you deserved that curse, so your ego has nothing to do with that."
"Deserving or not it was still a rather undignified position to be in," Harry replied pouting slightly. "Could have been worse though, I suppose."
"Of course it could have, given all you had to drink," Draco smirked back.
There was a lot that Harry could blame on the alcohol. His inability to stand properly, the fact that he was lying down on Draco Malfoy's bed as though it were his own, perhaps even his growing respect and like for the other man (although really he doubted it.) One thing he couldn't use it to excuse however, was his desire to reach up and run a hand gently though that hair, feeling the silky smooth strands as they fell through his fingers. Nor could it be used to excuse the impulse to snake his other hand around the back of Malfoy's neck, while a thumb caressed the soft skin of his cheek before finally, finally pulling the other man closer to him, brushing their lips over one another in the slightest whisper of a kiss. It couldn't be used to dismiss his curiosity to know if lips really were as soft, as warm and as delicious as they looked from Harry's present position. He couldn't use the alcohol to excuse these things because he'd thought about them before. Many times. He'd just never been in such a position to feel that he might, just might be able to find out.
Tongue flicking out to lick suddenly dry lips, Harry blinked twice slowly as he took several deep breaths, willing his heart to stop pounding so loudly in his chest.
"Funny thing about alcohol," he replied eventually, voice slightly throatier than he would have liked. "It can make you act like a complete and utter idiot."
Sitting up slightly, he curved one hand around Malfoy�s neck, and before the other man could offer any resistance (should any be forthcoming), Harry gently pressed their lips together.
Allowing them to rest there for a moment, his tongue lightly traced the line of Malfoy�s bottom lip while a slight moan reverberated in the back of his throat at the realisation that they were everything he had thought they would be, and so much more.

Bloody Gryffindor, Draco thought with just a hint of vexation right before Potter leaned into him. Then his breath hitched at the feel of lips and tongue and Potter and he was spiraling; the very thing he had feared was happening and he was utterly powerless to do anything but pull Potter closer and respond in kind.
Well, that hadn't quite been the response that he was expecting. A hex, to be pushed off the bed and yelled at; even thrown out on his ear - all those Harry was prepared for. Reciprocation, however, took him rather by surprise.
His hand moving from Malfoy's face to splay at the small of his back, Harry pulled the other man closer, moaning quietly as he felt their bodies press together. He wanted more, needed more but Malfoy was right, as much as Harry hated to admit it.
"Want you�" he murmured, voice heavy with desire as he kissed his way down Malfoy's jaw. "But not like this. Want to�" he groaned, feeling the speeding pulse in Malfoy's neck as his lips caressed the skin, followed by gentle nips of teeth and swipes of tongue as Harry tasted and savoured and explored every inch available to him. "Want to enjoy you properly. Can't like this."
"You are doing a good job of it so far," Draco said, letting his eyes close. "But you will regret �acting like an idiot�."
Frowning, Harry pulled back to look at the other man, regarding him closely. It wasn't so much the fact that he had used Harry's own words back at him, it was the way in which he'd said them; a way that seemed casual enough but for some reason caused Harry's stomach to flip in a non-pleasant way.
"I've a habit of acting like an idiot sober too," Harry replied softly, bringing his hand down from Malfoy's hair to cup a cheek, running the pad of his thumb lightly over the delicate skin. "This is probably the most sensible thing I've done in a long time. Surreal," he added with a smirk, "but sensible."
It was amazingly hard to control your emotions from showing when you realised that you did not have to; that the situation was not life or death although it felt like it. And although Draco desperately wanted to hide the fact he was craving more, craving Potter, he could not. He wanted Potter and he knew that even in the haze Potter was currently feeling that Potter knew it for fact.
Draco was cursing the fact that he knew he had been correct about them drinking too much even as he knew had they not, they probably would not have been where they were currently.
"You are correct on both counts, of course," Draco said, finally opening his eyes.

"Wow�" Harry exclaimed, eyebrows arching in surprise as a grin spread over his lips. Watching as Malfoy's eyes opened once again, Harry caught them with his own gaze. "I got something right for a change?" he teased as he slid back down the bed, annoyed by the returning light-headedness due to being upright for so long. "Maybe there's a little Ravenclaw in me after all."
"Even Trelawney could have predicted both of those things, Potter," Draco chastised; a grin ruining the effect of his tone. "That hardly makes you Ravenclaw material."
"You're just trying to rain on my parade," Harry replied, a touch of petulance in his voice. "But I would have to agree. A Ravenclaw I most certainly am not, thankfully. I think if I'd been sorted into there I would have gone mad. Was bad enough putting up with Hermione for seven years."
He smiled then, a note of affection entering his voice upon mentioning his friend. It was true that her constant harping on about studying had driven him nuts sometimes, but then he was also incredibly grateful to her for it.
"Do you always make it a habit to kiss whomever you are in bed with and then talk about someone else entirely?" Draco asked in amusement.
"Course not," Harry replied giving Malfoy's leg a gentle nudge with his foot. "But then I'm not in bed with you, am I? I'm on it. Usually if I'm in bed with someone I don't speak much to them at all." He smirked then as he shifted slightly, pressing himself closer to Malfoy while allowing his hand to rest comfortably on the other man's thigh.
"Do need to speak to you about her though," he continued, his face assuming a serious expression as he trailed his fingers up and down the inside of Malfoy's leg.
"You say you know for certain she isn't part of this�plot thing against me right? Well, you don't need me to tell you how intelligent she is. She could help. A lot, I think. Not only is she the brightest witch I've ever met, but she also knows those closest to me as well. Question is, do you trust her?" He looked up at Malfoy then, his eyes gentle but searching as he waited for him to reply.
"You are not in bed with me because you are currently three sheets to the wind," Draco observed, stalling to answer Potter�s question. "I �"
He studied Potter for a minute, trying to think but finding it increasingly difficult given what Potter�s hand was doing. He growled and grasped it by the wrist, pulling Potter closer as he did so. "How do you expect me to think while you are doing that?"
"Sorry," Harry replied, not sounding in the least bit at all, as he smirked up into Malfoy's face. "I can go back down there if you want, only it's a bit more comfy up here so I'd rather not if it's all the same to you?" Joking aside, considering he was serious in his question Harry decided it would probably be best for him to keep his hands to himself for the moment, despite how hard that was proving to be.
"You were saying?" he prompted.
Pleased that Potter had not moved away, Draco tightened his grip on the hand he was holding slightly.
As for the question, Draco was not as certain. He knew Potter trusted Granger, he also knew that his father would not work with Granger, and he also got the feeling out of all the friends Potter had that Granger would be the least likely to betray him; after all, she had been the only one to stand by him when all others including Weasley had not.
"I think you would be wise to trust her," Draco said finally. "I do not think she would harm you, although I believe you already know that."
Harry smiled at the slight increase in pressure on his hand, edging a tiny bit closer to Malfoy in reciprocation as he sighed, his brow furrowing in thought. "I do. Hermione's only ever had my best interests at heart; even when I didn't want to listen to what she was saying, but that's not what I asked."
Pushing himself up slightly so their faces were level, Harry continued. "Do you trust her? I'm not the only one at risk here; we've got to think about you as well. And before you start with the 'I can take care of myself' routine I know that, that's never even been an issue. I'd just feel better knowing you were safe, and the best way to achieve that is by sticking together, right?"
Harry shook his head slightly, careful not to move too much for fear of becoming the recipient of another wonderful show of Malfoy's Spinning Bedroom. "I know you can't be seen with me, or talking with me or anything of the sort, but we can work around it."
"I do not like her," Draco said bluntly. "Nor does she like me. I trust that she will do well by you, and I think that would include making sure I am not around."
Harry's stomach clenched uncomfortably at the abrupt tone in Malfoy's voice. "She'll listen to me." He said quietly, trying to keep his voice level so as to not betray how much Malfoy's affected him. "On something as serious as this I know she will. If I want you around, and you are agreeable to it then she will deal with it." Removing his glasses and laying them to one side, Harry rubbed his eyes wearily. His vision was already more than a little blurred due to the whisky so he didn't miss their presence.
"I'm not asking you to like her, or her to like you, although personally I think she'll warm to you rather quickly," he added with a small smile.
"And how do you purpose I do that?" Draco asked, laughing. "Bring her here, pile her with drink and wait for her to ravish me as well?"
Harry found himself more than a little disturbed by the stab of jealousy that he felt upon hearing Malfoy's words. It was absurd, he knew that; after all only a short time ago he was convinced that he didn't even like the other man, much less care who 'ravaged' him or not. However, care he did and very much at that, and frankly Harry had no idea what that meant.
"If you want," he shrugged eventually, his tone slightly cooler than he would have liked and he silently chastised himself for being so transparently stupid. Not that this was anything new of course, Malfoy should be well used to that by now anyway.
"Isn't that the Slytherin way? Win at any cost? She'd be quite the challenge for you."
"Pretty much, yes," Draco said, wondering what had cooled Potter off so fast. No doubt his precious little Granger in the arms of an enemy snake. He sighed as he ran a hand down his face, shaking off the fact Potter�s words pissed him off that much. "The only thing I would want to get from her would be you, anyway."
He sighed again as he realised exactly what he had said. Bugger all.
Harry's head snapped up at that, and he instantly winced at the sudden movement, one hand rising to rest on his forehead. Screwing his eyes closed, he rubbed it gently as he tried to make sense of what Malfoy had said. It was a pointless task really when all was said and done because not only was he notoriously bad at knowing what Malfoy thought or felt, but he wasn't even sure how he felt at the moment, much less daring to assume the feelings and intentions of others. Besides, his head was slowly beginning to kill him.
"Excuse me?" he asked eventually, opening one eye slightly to peer at Malfoy, and finding himself rather disturbed by the sharp peaks of light that kept dancing in front of him. "I'm sorry but I'm a little confused. Whose bed am I currently lying on? Hermione's my friend, she doesn't own me. Besides, I don't know about you but women to nothing for me. They're great at friendship, wonderful at knowing the right thing to say and when and sure, the mothering and the hugs are great but physically? There's just nothing there."
And where all that had come from Harry really had no clue.
"On, not in. Am I correct in thinking we had this conversation already?" Draco spared a glance down at Potter, not at all surprised to see the bewildered expression on the other man�s face. "You do not care for women at all in that regard? I find that a little surprising, but to answer your unasked question I was not insinuating there was anything between you and Granger."
"Yeah," Harry replied still looking slightly bewildered. "That's what I said. And yeah, we have done this already."
With a slight groan, he shifted back down the bed, allowing his head to rest fully on the pillow as his hand continued to massage his forehead. "No, they don't. Under the circumstances what can be so surprising about that? And while you are explaining, you can tell me exactly what you were getting at then, if not implying there was something between Hermione and me."
"Do you need a potion for your head?" Draco asked.
"No," Harry replied sulkily. God he hated being drunk. He had to remember not to drink again. Ever.
"Right, I�ll just go get one then, shall I. Don�t bother moving, I�ll bring it to you," Draco said, rising from the bed and disappearing into the other room for several long, quiet moments.
Potter was exactly where Draco had left him, and he grinned slightly. "Here, drink this. Don�t worry," he added at the look on Potter�s face, "I didn�t poison it."
"You have a problem hearing 'no' don't you?" Harry remarked, taking the vial from Malfoy and wincing as he raised his head enough to tip it back and swallow the contents, a shudder running the length of his body at the taste. "Why do potions always taste so bloody horrible?"
Handing the empty vial back, he settled himself back down onto the soft pillow, sighing in relief as he felt it give way beneath his head, moulding itself to fit him perfectly. "Thanks," he mumbled as he closed his eyes again.
He lay there for a few moments more before he frowned, missing the warmth of having the other man next to him. Opening his eyes slightly, he glanced at Malfoy and arched a brow in question. "You just going to stand there or are you going to come and sit back down?"
"I thought you were going to sleep," Draco replied. He shrugged and sat down near Potter�s knees.
"You don't get off that easily, you know," Harry smirked. "I believe I asked you a question. And anyway, what are you doing down there? I think we are a little beyond the stage of you being worried I might bite, don't you agree?"
"Not all of us recline in clothes, Potter. And which question, exactly? I have not answered a lot, and I seem to have lost track."
"Then some of us need to lighten up a bit then," Harry replied, grinning as he pushed himself up onto his elbows to look at Malfoy. The potion had already begun to take effect; the pounding in his head significantly subsiding, and the bright bursts of light had dimmed to where Harry could now make out the slightly fuzzy shape of the other man sitting by his knees, an image that was easily remedied by replacing his glasses.
"And yeah, you do rather dodge my questions don't you? Not really fair that, considering I answer yours. But I was talking about what you were getting at with your comment about Hermione."
"You do not answer all of mine," Draco pointed out. "And if some of us were any less loose, they might drift away if not for heavy egos weighing anchor," he added with a pointed look at Potter.
"Oh yeah?" Harry replied indignantly. "What exactly have you asked that I haven't answered then? Besides, my current relaxed state is entirely your fault for getting me drunk. We've been through this already as well, I believe. And my ego's not that big," he added sulkily. "No bigger than yours at any rate."
"Are we comparing sizes then?" Draco asked with a smirk. "You may say they are equally as big, but you have had the whole of the Wizarding World stroking yours for you for years. Surely I get extra points for hardship? Therefore, I am the winner."
"That merely made up the short fall. See, you were already well ahead of me in the ego stakes when I arrived in the Wizarding World. I had to catch up some how. But," Harry continued, his face changing into an expression to complete neutrality despite the slight gleam that was present in his eyes. "Apologies for any hardship my� ego may have caused you."
Draco�s eyes went wide for a second as he caught, really caught what it was Potter was saying. "You don�t know the half of it, Potter," he said with relish. Indeed, you don�t.

"Probably not," Harry replied as he moved into a complete upright position. "And it wouldn't be very bright of me to assume either. Not unless I want your wand pointed at me again," he added with a smirk. "But then you did say I was a bit of a masochist�"
"Indeed I did," Draco agreed. "So which will it be?"
Harry didn't like feeling at a loss, and yet when it came to Malfoy he seemed to be at one a lot this evening. A few short hours ago, he probably would have said something along the lines of 'oh well I'm sure having most of the wizarding world kiss the backside of the person you hate must have been a difficult thing to endure' but now he wasn't so sure. Malfoy had come to him to help him, placing himself at risk in the process. He'd opened up to him, trusted him with rather sensitive information and when Harry had kissed him, he had definitely felt the other man reciprocate. He was still alive, after all. And in one piece.
"Hmm�" Harry mumbled, bringing a hand to his mouth and absently catching his thumb between his teeth as he thought. "I did say I learned my lesson, didn't I?" he replied eventually as he slowly brought his gaze back to meet Malfoy's. "But then, you aren't likely to tell me either so really, what other option do I have other than to assume?"
Draco�s eyes followed the hand-mouth contact, feeling his groin tightening at the sight. "Anyone other than you, Potter, and I would know they were distracting me on purpose."
Potter had all but turned Draco�s entire rational thinking inside out over the course of the past few hours and he was waiting for the catch to appear, but, really, the more he thought about it, the more he wished it wouldn�t.
"Dunno what you mean," Harry replied, confusion briefly flitting over his face as his thoughts were interrupted. "Although now you mention it, that has definite possibilities." A slow smirk spreading over his lips, Harry's head fell slightly to one side, his mind running through the numerous possibilities that he could indeed think of; which really, considering what he had decided earlier in regard to wanting to be sober first, was probably not the best idea in the world.
"It does indeed, doesn�t it," Draco mused. "Great pity you�re pissed," he added with a long-suffering sigh. "Which, since you are, means you can stop distracting me."
Harry chuckled as he shifted down the bed a little, closing the distance between them enough so that if he stretched out his arm, he could just reach the small of Malfoy's back. Fingers able to slightly slide beneath the waistband of his trousers as they tugged gently on the hem of his shirt, Harry pulled it loose so that his fingertips give the skin beneath the lightest of touches; which despite the barely discernable sensation caused a slight gasp to escape from his lips nonetheless.
"And if I don't?" he asked, voice soft as he looked into Malfoy's face with searching eyes. "What then?"
Draco released the breath he had taken when Potter�s fingers first touched against his skin. "Then I forgot I have any scruples about having sex with someone not fully in their capacities and we both spend tomorrow morning pissed off?"
Harry grinned at that, trying his hardest to ignore the rather pleasant flips that his stomach made at the confirmation that Malfoy really did want him. Not that he doubted it�much, but it still helped to hear him say it.
"I thought you said you knew me," he murmured as he shifted a little closer. "I've been able to throw off the Imperius curse since fourth year Malfoy. If that of all things can't make me do something I am really against, you think a few glasses of whisky can?"
In answer, Draco turned his head, catching Potter�s lips with his own and pressing his body hard against the other man�s. He raised a hand to tangle in the back of Potter�s hair, pressing their faces together more as he did so. As Potter moaned, Draco fought to keep from doing the same, feeling the downspiral tugging him.
As much as Potter claimed this to be surreal for him, it was entirely the opposite for Draco. This was what he wanted, he wanted it now, he wanted more, and he wasn�t entirely certain he would be able to walk away.
"I like to believe I am a bit more compelling than an Imperius," Draco whispered as he pulled back.
Whimpering slightly at the loss of that mouth against his own, Harry resisted the urge to chase it, to pull Malfoy closer, to do what he was by now certain that they both wanted. Why he hesitated, he wasn't sure. Perhaps it was because Malfoy had a point. He wanted this, he did, but he wanted Malfoy to believe that he did, and not just think that he'd been acting out of drunkenness. Which in a way, Harry supposed he was, the alcohol giving him the kick he needed to actually act on the impulses that he'd ignored for so long.
"I'd have to agree," Harry murmured in return as his eyes sought out Malfoy's. "But just so you know," he breathed as he slowly moved his hand up over the warm, soft skin of Malfoy's back, feeling the ripple of muscle beneath his fingertips and almost growling at the knowledge that it was as much as he was going to get. "I'm not done with you yet. But since you insist on me being sober, fine." Punctuating his annoyance with this last statement with a slight nip of teeth against Malfoy's ear, Harry pulled back, and took a deep, steadying breath.

It is not your sobriety that is an issue; it is that I am fucking terrified of this. Nevertheless, Draco nodded his agreement, desperately working on slowing his breathing and his desire.
Reluctantly, Harry moved back up to the top of the bed, thinking that under the circumstances a little bit of distance wouldn't be a bad thing before he changed his mind and continued on his plan to have Malfoy now, regardless of his inebriety.
Once there, he settled back down, turning to lie on his side as he propped an elbow on a pillow, and rested his head on his hand.
"You still haven't told me what questions of yours I haven't answered," he said, attempting to direct the conversation to less�distracting topics that might lead him to reconsider his current position.
"I might tell you, if I wasn�t suddenly more curious as to how you manage to pick at the very thing I don�t want to tell you," Draco answered with a grin.
"It's a knack I have," Harry replied matching Malfoy's grin, his curiosity increasing with the knowledge that Malfoy didn't want to tell him the answer to his question. "So, I've answered. Now it's your turn."
"I don�t think the whisky has addled you quite enough that you would for some reason think I plan on playing fairly, has it?" Draco asked in mock concern.
Snorting, Harry really should have known better, so he merely shook his head. "No, in fact the shock of you actually answering a question would have probably killed me. Can't blame me for trying though." He added with a slight shrug. He did want to know what Malfoy meant, as Harry was fairly certain he'd answered everything that he'd been asked; but like almost every other question Harry had asked since his arrival, it seemed unlikely to be answered so there was very little point in pushing it.
"Is that so?" Draco tilted his head, considering the other man. "Kill you? Is that incentive or not, I wonder."
"Well at least you would know I couldn't tell anyone, so your secret would be safe with me," Harry replied seriously. "Of course, you would then have to explain my demise to Dumbledore and Lupin. Snape, no doubt would congratulate you, but I doubt the other two would take the news too favourably."
Harry wondered then whether or not he was trying to talk Malfoy into telling him, or out of it, because frankly, his arguments were pretty pathetic. The whisky, he thought to himself. Dulling senses, making things that didn't really make sense seem like they made sense. Maybe he should just shut up before he dug himself a bigger hole.
"Snape might," Draco agreed, "if he wasn�t so attached to Remus. No doubt a melancholy werewolf would hinder his sex life greatly, and which point he too would react unfavourably."
"It's not like you'd have anything to worry about," Harry countered. "He'd still blame me anyway, dead or not." And it was true, he thought. Snape could take every problem in the world and somehow directly make it Harry's fault simply because he existed. In fact, he wouldn't be surprised if he sat in his office of a night and made lists doing exactly that, just so he could find something new to blame on him.
"True," Draco conceded. "So I guess that means we are agreeing I shouldn�t tell you anything, yes?"
"I'm not going to force you," Harry replied, genuinely serious this time. "You either tell me or you don't. I'm not going to try and make you tell me something you don't want to. It's not fair." And besides, he thought to himself silently. It isn't as though he hadn't already confided in him more than enough for one day.

"And now you decide to go Noble Gryffindor on me," Draco said, still grinning. He blamed the whisky for his continued amusement, although he knew it barely was affecting him. It was� intoxicating being with Potter � with Harry � and it was enjoyable that he was able to be more himself around the other man, even it he was blaming that on third party reasoning.
"Are you trying to say I've acted in a less than a Gryffindor way since I got here?" Harry replied, matching Malfoy's grin with one of his own. "I'm up here, you're down there, despite of what I'd really want, and you try and say I'm not being noble?" He frowned, his fact adopting a put upon expression. "Perhaps then I should just go to sleep and leave you in peace then."
Draco laughed. "Of course not, Harry. To insinuate that the Golden Boy is anything but Gryffindoric would be nothing less than blasphemous."
"Really?" Harry asked nonchalantly, even as the corners of his mouth tugged upwards slightly at Malfoy's use of his name. "Does that mean the Sorting Hat was wrong to almost put me in Slytherin then? It seemed to think I might do rather well there."
"The Hat� you� Slytherin� what?" Draco knew he was bordering on sounding thick, but he figured he bloody well had a right to. Harry? Slytherin? He blinked at the other man, waiting for an explanation.
Harry yawned, ignoring Malfoy's exclamation but secretly revelling in the shock that his revelation had induced. He could, if he wanted, explain what had happened during his sorting, but then he thought better of it. After all, Malfoy had dodged his questions often enough. It wouldn't hurt to have a few of his own ignored.
"You know, this bed really is rather comfy," he replied eventually, fluffing a pillow and setting his head down on it
"In that case I can well believe it," Draco said dryly after a minute had passed with no sign of Potter answering his query. "Well Potter, I do believe you have the means to finally one up our dear Professor Snape."
"Oh yeah," Harry grinned feeling a small swell of satisfaction that dissipated as quickly as it had arrived. "He'd have been none to pleased at having me in his House, I bet. But then, he would have also had me expelled so it was probably just as well."

After a moment, he laughed and shook his head. "The hat was having some difficulty in placing me. It thought Slytherin could help me prove myself. Help me on the road to greatness, it said. I said no, so it put me in Gryffindor instead."
"You said no."
"Yeah�" Harry replied slowly pulling a face as he did so.
"Don�t suppose I need to ask why," Draco said. "I cannot help but admit I am anything else than complete astonishment, although Merlin knows I shouldn�t be." He shrugged at the other man. "You would have done well in Slytherin."
Harry sighed and sat back up, leaning his back against the headboard and frowning. "That depends really. I know why I said no; you are assuming you know. Without knowing what you think I can't really say whether or not you need to ask, can I."
He paused then to run a hand through his hair before looking at Malfoy again. "Maybe I would have, and I appreciate the comment especially seeing how it came from you," he added with a smirk, "but then again maybe I wouldn't have. For all I know the Hat could have been picking up on the powers that were transferred to me from Voldemort that night. Maybe that's why it saw the potential in me that it did. We were connected, as much as I hated it. That could have been the sole reason that the Hat even considered putting me in Slytherin."
"That�s a pure load of shite, Harry. Your blatant disregard for rules? Your competitiveness, your temper, your wily, your ego which I am currently feeding in spite of my knowing better � there is a great deal about you that I will deny every saying, but you are more Slytherin than you would perhaps care to admit."
"Yeah, better stop that otherwise I might forget my Gryffindor nobility totally and come back down there," he grinned. "I rather like getting my own way too, you know," he added with the faintest hint of a smirk.
Really, he was quite taken aback by Malfoy's outburst. He'd really never thought that he'd paid all that much attention to Harry, aside for things to pick at and ridicule him over.
"I've no problems admitting it," he chuckled eventually. "There's very little sense in that, and besides what does it matter?"
"Doesn�t matter," Draco agreed. "Although your recognising it will be helpful." Draco went silent for a moment. He supposed he was tracing back through the night, wondering when exactly anything, and everything, had changed.
It was P- Harry�s wanting him back, Draco knew. It was one thing to feel obligated for Dumbledore and all he owed him, and to his Godfather and his Godfather�s lover, but to know he was wanted made Draco feel needed.
Harry watched as Malfoy went silent, trying to gauge the expression on his face and figure out what it meant, but he wasn't in the least bit surprised to discover that he wasn't able to. It was one of the many things Harry had never been able to understand about Slytherins. They all seemed to be the same; hiding how they felt, keeping their thoughts and emotions carefully guarded and even choosing their words with care. Harry couldn't live like that, although he supposed that it probably wouldn't be a bad idea for him to try once in a while. His emotions had been responsible for him getting himself, and others, into trouble in the past and he certainly didn't want to put Malfoy at risk because of it.
"Helpful how?" he asked eventually, thinking better of asking the question he really wanted to ask, which was what Malfoy was thinking about. He doubted he would have answered him anyway.
"Helpful in the fact you will need to be scheming while figuring out who is helping Lucius. I will not be going back there until after Christmas, and any information before hand is helpful to all of us."
"Oh� right." Of course, that made sense and Harry realised this, but for a few short, blissful moments, he had somehow managed to forget what had brought him here in the first place. Forgot that someone close to him was planning to help systematically destroy him and forgot that the single thought of that was enough to make him want to crawl into a cave and never come out. However, he'd deal with it, just like he dealt with it since he was eleven years old; and when he found out who it was�
"Potter?"
Harry brought his eyes to meet Malfoy's again as he blinked several times, trying to bring his mind out of the disturbing downward spiral of thoughts that it had been on. "Hmm?" he replied, running a hand down his face wearily.
Draco watched with quiet dismay at the obvious distress on Potter�s face, irrationally offended by it. "Ready to sleep in bed with me?" he asked with a smirk.
Harry snorted softly as he smiled and nodded his head. He was tired, and falling asleep curled up next to Malfoy did sound very appealing. So much so in fact that he didn't even stop to wonder that the bizarreness of that thought.
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