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Sleeping With the Enemy	By : RainShadow Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 6149 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sleeping With the Enemy: Self-Preservation

Sleep blanketed the castle. Sighs
and rustlings echoed throughout its empty corridors. A piercing scream
shattered the peace. Ron Weasley sat straight up in his bed. He knew that
scream.

"Ginny!" he cried
groggily, and scrambled out of his bed.

"What?" said Dean sleepily.

"Ginny!" he yelled again.
"I heard her scream! Oh shit!" and he ran out of the room. Harry
peered out from behind his hangings.

"Did Ron say Ginny..?" he
asked worriedly. Dean was already out of his bed, dragging Seamus up with him.
He nodded. "Oh no." Harry groaned, and
grabbed his glasses. "I'll be back." he whispered to the barely
cognizant Slytherin curled up in his bed. The three boys ran after Ron, leaving
a snoring Neville behind them. They moved quickly through the halls, and then
the Gryffindor trio heard sobbing and cursing. Turning a corner, they found Ron
cradling a frightened Ginny in his arms. Harry's heart sank. Her red hair was
tangled about her face, only partially covering the ugly bruise appearing on
her cheek.

"Did they..?" Seamus asked
fearfully. Harry crouched down in front of Ginny and smoothed her hair back
tenderly. Ginny sniffled.

"Almost," she croaked,
clutching the shreds of her bathrobe. Her brother, Harry, and the other boys
enveloped her in a huge hug. "Shhh." they comforted her. "It's
okay." "Good Gin," "We're here." "We love
you." They walked back to the Gryffindor Tower. She clung to Ron.

"She's gonna sleep with me,
okay?" he asked the others, and they nodded. "I'm going to owl Mum in
the morning." Ron said grimly. "She's going to be *furious*. Do you
know who any of them were?" he asked his sister gently.

She hesitated. "I...
no, not really." She confessed. "There was a girl with
horrible fingernails..." and she shivered. "And
somebody with blonde hair."

"Malfoy." said Ron darkly.
Out of the corner of his eye, Harry saw his curtains rustle *ever* so slightly.
Dean looked sharply at Harry, who shook his head. Draco had been with him all
night.

"Let's not jump to
conclusions." Dean said mildly. But Ron was already gone.

"That scum-sucking
parasite!
I always knew he was an asshole, sodding wanker, fucking psycho pedophile! That
smarmy git who can't even ride a broom straight, let alone do *anything*
without his precious Daddy and his dirty money and-" Ron took a deep
breath, but someone interrupted him.

Draco Malfoy poked his head out from behind Harry's
curtains. "I am not!" he said indignantly, a light blush staining his
cheeks. Ginny shrieked and Ron gaped. Draco smirked. "Better shut your
mouth Weasley, before-" In one fluid motion, Ron had launched himself at
Draco, hands wrapped around the Slytherin's delicate neck.

"Ron!" Harry shouted, trying to heave the
seething redhead off his boyfriend. "Stop!"
With Dean's help, they managed to pull him off. Seamus and Dean sat on him to
keep him from attacking Draco.

"What the *hell* are you doing here?!" Ron
spat furiously. Harry shifted uncomfortably. Ron noticed. "Harry-" he
warned. Seamus pinched him.

"Let him explain, will you?" he said
exasperatedly, though he didn't specify whether he meant Draco or Harry.

"*Why* is *Malfoy* in *your*
bed, Harry?" Ron asked icily.

"I...he's... he-" Harry
didn't know what to say, so Draco said it for him.

"I've been sleeping with your
precious Potter for the past month, Weasley, get used to it," he said,
rolling his eyes.

"WHAT?!"
Ron exploded.

"Not like that!" Harry
yelled crossly. "He's just sleeping in my bed! Draco only said that to
piss you off."

"*Draco*."
Ron repeated disbelievingly. "I can't believe you, Harry! Our worst enemy
and you-"

"Actually," Dean cut in
diplomatically, 'I'd say your worst enemy at *Hogwarts* is whoever did this to
Ginny, and Seamus, and... Malfoy." Ron did a
doubletake. He snorted.

"You have *got* to be kidding
me." Harry's face darkened.

"Why would anyone joke about a
thing like that?!" he demanded of his friend. Ron immediately looked
abashed.

"Well, you can't blame him,
Harry," said Seamus. "If I didn't know he was with you every night, I
would think he was with them, too." Harry sighed.

"Well he's not," he said
stubbornly under his breath, crossing his arms. "And he's gonna be in here
at night, okay?" Ron twitched at the thought of having to share his dorm
room with *Draco Malfoy* of all people. But then he realized that Malfoy had
been there for... how long? A month?! The redhead
swore. "Ron," Harry pleaded. "Let's not talk about this now. I
understand why..." and he glanced back at Draco, "you're upset. But
let's leave it til morning, eh?" he offered, nodding discreetly at Ginny.
Ron nodded, and Dean and Seamus let him up. He shot a nasty look at Malfoy, and
shook Harry's hand.

"C'mon Ginny." he said,
and the siblings crawled into Ron's bed and the curtains swooshed shut. The girl hugged her knees to her chest.

"Ron," she said, "Do
you reckon Harry and Malfoy are-"

"I dunno." he said
blankly. "It seems I don't know much of anything anymore." he turned
to her. "Oh Gin, I'm so sorry!" She squeaked and flung herself at her
older brother, and they hugged tightly, a compact two-person family.

Neville sat awake in his bed,
listening intently. He was frightened. They got Ginny, and Seamus, and even
Malfoy. Who were they going to get next? Neville was afraid that it would be him.
He curled himself in a tight ball. He didn't have anyone to keep him safe, like
Seamus had Dean and Harry, apparently, Draco. Even Ron had his little sister.
Neville trembled like a leaf in a breeze. He didn't *want* to be alone...!

After wishing Harry and Malfoy good
night, Dean and Seamus crawled into Dean's bed. Seamus snuggled up to the
dark-skinned boy. "I'm so glad we found Ginny before..." Seamus'
voice choked. Dean nodded,

"Yes, she was lucky." then
Dean realized what Seamus had said. "Lord, Seamus, I'm sorry! Are you
okay?" Seamus nodded. Dean could hardly make out his face, a fringe of
sandy blonde hair masking his face in shadows. Dean brushed back the silky
strands. Light reflected from the tear trails down round cheeks. "I'm sorry,
so sorry!" he groaned. "If only I had been a bit sooner, if only we
hadn't fought..." Dean's hand cupped Seamus' chin, and Seamus dug his
nails into his arm. Dean twined their fingers together, holding their conjoined
hands into the light so that their contrasting skin tones stood out. Slowly,
Dean pulled Seamus' hand to his mouth and lightly kissed his palm. Then he
kissed the tips of his fingers, down to his thumb, which he bit softly. Seamus
sighed, eyelashes delicately fluttering.
Now Dean trailed kisses up the inside of his arm, and sky blue eyes
watched him in fascination.

"Dean. I thought you
said..." And Dean gazed steadily at him.

"I was wrong," he said.
"I was wrong Seamus, and I love you." and he kissed Seamus' flower
petal lips. It was warm, and sweet, and milky, just as he imagined it would be.
Seamus clutched at his upper arm in surprise. Dean stopped kissing him. The joy
on the small lad's face... Dean knew he'd remember it forever.

"Dean..."

Uneasily, he answered,
"Yes?"

"...I love you, too."

Dean half-smiled.
"I know." Dark hands played across ivory skin, and it was the purest
magic both had ever known. Simple touch. Healing touch. Cocooned in a lover-and-friend heap, Seamus
drowsed in the most safe, most secure place in the world: Dean's arms. In the
content darkness, when he was mostly sure Dean was asleep, he whispered,

"But you don't understand. You
weren't too late. You saved me, you've always saved me."

~*~

One more bed over, and Harry and Draco were arguing.
Again.

"Why do you always have to
aggravate Ron?" Harry asked vehemently.

"Why does he always assume the
worst of me?" Draco countered.

"Because...!" Harry
hissed.

"Don't you even start." Draco growled. Their faces were only inches
apart, waves of stubborn fury rolling off of the both of them. Harry glared at
him. He was such an insufferable git! And then he was heavily involved in a
steamy, competitive kiss, anger fueling desire in the bizarrest of ways. A dart
of pain stabbed through him, and Harry tasted blood on his tongue. He pushed
Draco away.

"You bit me!" he snarled.
Draco shook his head, looked up at him, and Harry was suddenly aware of how
very *Slytherin* he was.

"You shouldn't screw with me,
Harry." he whispered harshly. "I might come to like the taste of your
blood." and he fell upon the startled Gryffindor. Colors and sounds
whirled round him in a furious scuffle and everywhere there was Draco, blonde
and white and gray and his mouth invading his own and cruel fingers pressing
down on his skin with bruising force. Harry tore his mouth away from Draco's.

"You're hurting me!" he
cried, clawing at Draco's arm. Gray eyes recovered some of their sanity and he
saw that his hands were indeed gripping Harry's bare shoulders, pinning him to
the bed. Draco gave a small gasp and quickly wrenched his hands from Harry's
skin. Red imprints from where his hands had been stood out glaringly on his
pale skin. Harry stared up at him, his emerald eyes pools of distress.

"Oh God." he breathed, and
his small body shook. He backed away from Harry. "I
can't-" he half-sobbed, horror-stricken, "I can't stay, I can't stay
here." Harry lunged forward
and grabbed his wrist.

"Stop!
You can't leave, how long do you think you'll last in
your own bed?" he demanded. Draco snatched his hand back.

"I'll *hurt* you! That's the way I am."
Harry leaned forward and grasped his chin, forcing Draco to meet his eyes. He
seemed about to say something, then thought better of it and kissed Draco
savagely, picking up where they had left off...

~*~

The next morning, Harry carefully
avoided Ron's gaze. He persisted until Ron cornered him after Divination.

"Did you owl your mum?" he
asked quickly, heading off any other topic of conversation. Ron scowled.

"Yes, I did, and I sure don't
want to be McGonagall when she gets it."

"Me neither!" Harry
heartily agreed. "Poor Ginny! Now if you'll
excuse me, Ron, I have some-"

"Oh please, Harry." Ron
cut him off exasperatedly. "You have nothing to do right now except tell
me why the bloody hell Malfoy has apparently been sleeping in our room for the
past month!"

"Oh, that." Harry said
faintly.

"Yes, that!" Ron said,
glaring balefully at him and crossing his arms. "I'm not leaving til you
tell me what's going on!"

"All
right." Harry knew when he was defeated. He pursed his lips, trying
to think of the best way to tell Ron. He decided it might be a better idea to
leave out one certain aspect of his relationship with Draco, at least for now.
Ron coughed impatiently. "Well..." he began slowly.
"I guess the main thing is, it's safer for
Draco to be with me, than it is for him to be in his own dorm." Satisfied
with his explanation, he gathered up his things.

"What do you mean?!" Ron
shouted, losing all pretense of patience. "How did he
get there in the first place?! And why do you *trust* him?!"

"I-" Harry swallowed.
"What Dean said last night... it's true."
Ron's eyes widened slightly. "And he was with me last night, I know,
because he was sleeping when we heard Ginny scream. And..." he was
absurdly desperate to defend Draco to Ron. "He'd never..." Harry
shook his head. "He'd *never* do that to *anyone*. Harry felt the side of
his mouth where Draco had bit him. "He may seem like a smarmy git
sometimes, and he still is, but..." Harry trailed off helplessly. There
was no way to explain without betraying Draco's trust. "I can't explain
anymore than that. Sorry." Ron was staring at him strangely, and his face
was pale under his freckles.

"You.."
he said slowly, as if something great were dawning on him. "You *love*
him, don't you Harry? Admit it. I can tell. You're head-over-heels for a
*Malfoy*. I don't believe it." But there was no real anger in his voice.

Harry's mouth twitched. "I...
it's a complex relationship. I don't know. I don't know!" he suddenly
shouted. "I can't tell you if I bloody well don't know myself! That's
impossible!" he muttered to himself. Love Draco? Their relationship was a
confusing whirlpool of emotions, pain and desire connected in an abusive way.
Ron watched the play of emotions on his friend's face.

"Harry," he said softly.
Green eyes flashed to him. "I don't know what's going on, but I think
there's something you're not telling me." Harry suddenly looked guilty.
How could he possibly explain this to Ron? "And I think you don't really
know much yourself," he added with a wry grin. "So, when you figure
things out, will you at least please tell me if I'm to have a Malfoy as a
brother-in-law?" he asked, flashing a lop-sided smile. Harry nodded, and
Ron slung an arm around his shoulders. They walked to the library together, to
meet Hermione, and the tenuous peace was restored.

~*~

But it did not last long. That
evening, during dinner, the students were witness to a very curious event.
Professor McGonagall received an owl. Now this in itself was not unusual, very
often owls from Dumbledore would arrive at any hour of the day. No, what made
this unusual was that the owl delivered a *Howler*. The professor hurriedly
left the Great Hall, leaving behind stunned diners. The
Headmaster, getting a Howler?!

After a few moments she returned and
swept directly to the Gryffindor table. She placed a hand on Ginny's shoulder
and spoke softly to her and Ron. Harry, who was seated across from them, could
barely make out her words.

"I'd like you two to please go
up to your dorms and pack all your things." Harry gave an involuntary
gasp. The temporary Headmaster looked up. "Ah, and you too, Harry."
she said, and briskly walked back to the Head table. Slowly, eyes wide and
mouths gaping, the trio rose slowly and left the Great Hall. They walked in
silence, and Ginny was holding back tears. They climbed through the portrait
hole. Then Ron gave a shout, because there in the fire was the head of Molly
Weasley.

"Mum!" shouted Ginny, and
rushed over to the floating head.

"Gin." said Mrs. Weasley,
her voice thick. "My poor baby!"

"I'm okay, Mum." she said.

"Do you know why Professor
McGonagall's sending us home, Mum?" asked Ron anxiously.

Mrs. Weasley's face darkened.
"I got your owl, dear," she said, tight-lipped, "and I have to
tell you I am *furious* about Minerva's lack of control. You'll be safer here
at home. You too, Harry." she said kindly, noticing him for the first
time. "I've already owled Hermione's parents to inform them of this
frightful occurence."

"But Mum!" Ron began.

"No buts, Ronald Weasley.
You're coming home and that's it. Now go pack your bags." Angrily, Ron
stomped up the stairs; Ginny went up her own set dejectedly. Mrs. Weasley
sighed. "You better go get your things, dear." she told Harry. All
the while, a sinking feeling had been growing in Harry.

"Er, Mrs. Weasley... I can't
go."

Her head swung sharply to him.
"What? Why not?" she asked, perplexed.
"I know you'd rather stay here Harry, but it simply isn't s-"

"I have a good reason, Mrs.
Weasley, please." he interrupted her. He knew very well that it wasn't
safe. He couldn't leave Draco, though. Harry met Molly Weasley's gaze evenly.
She studied him for a long moment, then nodded
reluctantly. Just then, a tall figure stooped through the portrait hole and
straightened regally. It was Professor McGonagall. She walked into the room, then stopped when she saw Mrs. Weasley.

"Molly." she nodded
courteously, though Harry saw that she was trembling slightly.

"Minerva." said Mrs.
Weasley crisply. "Harry will remain here. He says he has a good reason.
Send the kids along when they're packed, please. Goodbye, Harry dear," she
said fondly, and then normal flames were the only thing contained in the
fireplace. Professor McGonagall sat down heavily on one of the chairs, staring
off into space. When Ron and Ginny came back to the common room, she regained
some of her composure and walked out of the portrait hole and waited in the
corridor, giving them time to say their good-byes.

"Harry," said Ron,
confused. "Aren't you coming?"

"No. I have to stay." and
he smiled apologetically. "I'll write to you everyday."

"All right." said Ron
miserably. "Later then." he gave Harry a quick hug and he squared his
shoulders and left. Ginny dropped her things and hugged him round the waist. He
squeezed her tightly.

"Bye Gin." he said.
"I'll owl you too." She smiled up at him and gave him a small kiss on
the cheek, then picked up her things and followed her brother out. Harry was
alone in the common room. Alone... he shivered. Being alone was very dangerous.
He stupidly stood there a few moments longer, rubbing his arms. Then, inable to
take it, he sprinted our of the portrait hole and didn't stop running until he
heard the voices in the Great Hall. Harry immediately felt safer. But then he
remembered, at least one of those people was to be feared. A
lot. His false feeling of security gone, Harry joined his friends, now
two less, at the Gryffindor table and tried not to think of the future...

TBC

Have a good day, everyone!! And, please review?

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