32All Harry knew was that he'd slowly fallen in love with Draco Malfoy.
It had started, he guessed, with admiring him from afar. Noticing how beautiful Draco's eyes were-a stormy gray that not even the sky could match. Or seeing that a few strands of hair had fallen into his face and having to stop himself from brushing them away from his eyes.
Harry's feelings had progressed from there. Harry could no longer insult Draco. He found himself fighting the need to defend Draco against Ron's verbal attacks more than once.
And now here he was in the Slytherin boy's dorms, staring down at Malfoy.
Crabbe and Goyle's snores echoed through the room, but Draco slept peacefully. A smile played at his lips, warming Harry's heart. That was Harry's smile. Unlike Harry, Draco still threw insults regularly. But when no one else was looking, he'd smile. Not a mean sneer, or a smile at anyone's expense, but actually a pleasant smile.
Harry had only come to look. To see if Draco looked as perfect in sleep as when he was awake. He hadn't been disappointed.
Draco lay covered to the waist with green silk sheets. The top of a pair of boxers peeked out from under the sheets, but Draco's chest was bare. He was flawless. Quidditch had nicely toned his muscles. His hair was free of gel, and was mussed up.
But now that Harry was there, he couldn't just look. He pulled off his invisibility cloak, dropped the Marauders map, and quietly moved to Draco's bedside. Hoping that he was a heavy sleeper, he lay down beside the sleeping boy and placed a hand on his chest.
He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, loving Draco's scent.
When he opened his eyes again, a pair of stormy gray ones were looking back at him.
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Draco had paced the common room for hours. Blasted Potter. Draco could think of nothing else. All Potter had had to do was smile once at him and it'd melted his mind.
After much pacing, Draco had exhausted himself. He'd glared at random people around the room once more, then stomped upstairs to his room. Crabbe and Goyle, as normal, followed him. Pacing was always followed by ranting. Always.
But this time, there had been no ranting. Draco had flopped onto his bed, face down. The other two had followed suit, and soon the sound of snores surrounded them.
Draco flipped onto his back. He stared at the ceiling, though he had long ago memorized its face.
Soon, Draco drifted into a sort of half sleep. In his sleep like state, he had the same dream he always had. He always had it, asleep or not.
We won't go into detail here, but let's say it involved Potter. In Draco's bed. With whipped cream. Hey, it wasn't original, but it put a smile on Draco's face.
This perfect dream was interrupted when a warm weight pressed down the mattress next to him. A hand touched his chest, and he thought, 'Dear lord, not Pansy again.' But when Draco opened his eyes, the person next to him wasn't Pansy. The person wasn't even female.
Draco watched in awe as Harry Potter inhaled deeply, his hand still on Draco's chest. Harry then slowly opened his eyes. Those stunning green eyes widened in shock. Draco had been praying he wasn't dreaming, and knew he was awake when Harry pulled his hand back, leaving Draco's chest cold.
Jerking his hand back apparently set him off balance though, and he began to fall off the bed.
Draco reached out and grabbed Harry's wrist, pulling him back onto the bed, but more importantly, closer to himself. He could now feel Harry's panicked breath against his face.
"Hello Potter."
" Malfoy." Potter avoided Draco's eyes with difficulty, as they were mere inches away from his own. His face turned a bit pink.
"May I ask why you're in my bed?" Not that I mind...he thought.
"I..." he bit his lip and looked around. "I really don't know." He still avoided Draco's eyes. After an awkward silence, he said, "I think I'm leaving now," and started to roll off Draco's bed.
Draco grabbed his wrist. Panicked eyes met his.
"You aren't going anywhere."
He pulled out his wand. Harry winced, but Draco ignored him and used the wand to close the curtains.
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Harry woke, buried under covers. He felt tiny in the mountain of blankets. His eyes still closed he stretched and smiled. Quidditch game today vs. Slytherin.
He opened his eyes.
"Ron get up!" But then he realized the world was much greener than it should have been.
He sat up, looking around.
Draco came out of the bathroom and grinned lazily at him.
Harry remembered the events of the night before and smiled back. The game today would be much more entertaining then he thought.
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A/n: Yeah that was out of character. And maybe kinda crappy. But I hope that Kelly likes it cuz its all for her birthday. And I realize some of it is indented and the rest isn't. Oh well. Please review!