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Perfect Things

Blaise

Blaise sighed for what seemed like the hundredth time that night. He was currently sprawled out on his bed, Pansy beside him, and the both of them were going through countless opportunities of sabotage, all of which, if he did say so himself, would work under normal circumstances but would completely fail when it came to Draco.

They had all the obvious, have Harry fall for someone else...though that was already proven that Draco would see right through that and do his best to tear the unfortunate bastard that they picked apart piece by piece. Then there was also the whole making Draco look bad, but then again that went against the whole exposing Draco's badside, and as such made him liable to the blond's wrath.

The brunette fell backwards on to the bed. "Panse I think I'm all thunk out...whatya thinkin?" The girl smiled down at him before smacking him over the head with a pile of pictures they had confiscated from around the school. You know he had been staring at those pictures for a while now, and yes this is a very Draco thing to think, but is it weird to think your hot? Though, now that he thought about it, he was really taking narcisism to an all new level.

The girl patted his head absentmindly, and continued to sort through the different papers that were made available to them. Mostly anything and everything that they could possibly steal about either Harry or Draco. Yet it wasn't much now that he thought about it. While sifting through the pictures she smiled. "You know if you switch these around fast enough it really looks like the two of you are fucking."

Groaning he flipped back up onto his side, and while doing so smacked the pictures from her hand. "Isn't that nice for Harry and Draco...but you know that really isn't helping." After that revelation Pansy picked the picture back up and started to examine it more carefully.

"God I can't believe how convincing Draco looks...I mean you could never tell." Blaise once again snatched the photo away, and this time he ripped the offending picture in half.

"Yeah well that would be the beauty of polyjuice now wouldn't it?" Blaise pushed himself up off the bed. "I mean Draco's way too good to make it seem like it could be somebody else...though you know."

Pansy looked up at that, and Blaise continued to look at the pictures on the bed. How had he missed it before, he who catches everything. "Panse I look" He had to stop himself there, it was after all definitely not him in the picture. "er Draco looks really pissed in the photo."

She grabbed the nearest photo and also started examining it. "Well yeah he would look pissed wouldn't he...he made you try to rape Harry right?" He couldn't help it, at the mention of practically committing a felony, he winced.

"No...see I don't think that was his plan. Draco is probably the most guarded person ever...he wouldn't let his emotions be so obvious."

"That's why it's called acting dear. He probably didn't want to seem like himself." Blaise was by this time pacing the room. He knew he was missing something. Something had set him off. He had tried to seduce Harry, and Harry had said something incredibly stupid.

He envisioned back to when the had made out in the potions classroom...what had made him so mad at the end of that? Well Harry had pushed him away, but why? Blaise hit himself in the head, you know as if destroying his brain cells would help him remember. Just then it was like a lightbulb clicked on in his brain.

"Draco found out who Harry was fucking." Pansy gasped, but then looked at him expectantly. It was odd how he knew her so well that he didn't even need to ask what that look meant. "I don't know who, if that's what you're asking...all I know is that it's someone named Oliver."

Pansy looked dissapointed, but then a sultry look came across her face. "The only Oliver I know is that Scottish prat Wood who was the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain till third year." Blaise felt like scoffing, but then the thought occurred to him.

"He was Harry's Quidditch Captain?" Pansy rolled off the bed and began to straighten the room.

"Yeah why...oh" Her jaw had dropped open and she just seemed to be realizing the simple fact. "Potter's fucking Wood." She hissed and then danced around excitingly. "Wow who knew the golden boy had it in him, but you know I can't blame him...Scotts are hot."

Blaise just shook his head, that girl was like the female version of Draco. She would fuck anything that said yes. Though he couldn't help it when his mouth hung open a little when she began to change in front of him. "Um Panse what are you doing?" His voice was disbelieving and he couldn't help but let his eyes roam over her subtle curves as she removed her shirt.

"Oh don't worry dear I'm not gonna try to rape you." Blaise was really wondering if at the moment that would be such a bad thing. "I'm gonna go distract Draco...he was really pissed when he came in." Oh. Well somebody should at least take the advantage of banging Draco, lord knows he wasn't going to be able to for awhile.

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Harry

"Let me get this straight Ron." Harry was staring unbelievingly at his best friend, who probably had the biggest smile ever on his face. What the hell was he so happy for anyways? "You and Malfoy...the Malfoy that has annoyed us all for the past 6 years...that Malfoy." The sad part was that Ron's smile didn't falter in the least, in fact the odd part was that at the mention of the blond haired git it seemed to widen. "The two of you have formed a pact to get back at the big bad Slytherin for me?" Harry asked incrediously.

Ron continued to grin and hastily nodded his head. They had been going over this for the past half hour and Harry, who still considered himself sane at this point, still couldn't get over how fucking stupid Ron was being. After what had just happened to him he was trusting a Slytherin? Oh and not just any Slytherin mind you, he fucking trusting Malfoy! Was everyone around him taking crazy pills? More over why was he the only one who saw a fault in this plan? Wasn't Ron the one who always hated Malfoy the most?

"I don't get you Ron. After all the bitching you've done on his behalf what makes you think you can trust him now?" To Harry's disgust Ron got this far away look on his face, and his tongue sort of lulled out of his mouth. Not thinking he even wanted to know what Ron was imagining at the moment, Harry quickly turned his head away and waited for an answer.

He felt the mattress he was currently sitting on sink in from the weight, and knew without looking that Ron was sitting next to him. "Harry if you think about it it's not that inconceivable." Like hell it's not! Harry didn't know Draco all that well, but he knew for a fact that he wasn't doing this out of the goodness of his heart. He wanted something, that much Harry knew for sure. "He has a vendetta against Blaise, and we're pretty much helping eachother out."

That was it! Harry could not take anymore of this. He jumped up from his spot on the bed, and spun around to glare at his best friend. "Oh you're pretty much helping eachother out?" Ron looked a little surprised by Harry's outburst, but his surprise soon turned to shock as Harry continued. "Tell me Ron when did you become so fucking gullible?" Harry tried to ignore the hurt look on his friend's face, and instead struggled to get his point out. "Do you really think that he doesn't have a hidden agenda? Vendetta against Blaise my ass...the mother fucker is using you, and if you can't see that I feel sorry for you."

This seemed to at least snap Ron out of his dream world. His eyes got dark and his face hard, when he looked up Harry could feel a nervous twinge go through his spine. "You feel sorry for me?" Ron had also stood by this point. "That's vintage isn't it Harry? Here I am trying to fucking help you and you jump down my throat."

Seriously what had happened to his best friend? "What did he promise you Ron?" For Ron's part he did play the role of confusion well, Harry had to at least give that to him.

"What do you mean?" Harry really would have bought that he was sincere, if Ron didn't sound so sincere. When you know someone well enough you know how to tell when they're lying, and Ron never sounded sincere.

"Malfoy Ron...what did he give you for helping me?" He did quotes with his fingers for helping, because he seriously doubted Draco would help anyone. Harry saw Ron flinch nervously and, to his disgust, knew he was on to something. "Oh so he did give you something...what was it Ron, money...popularity" Harry had gotten right next to Ron by this point. "Sex?" When he saw his best friend's eyes shut he knew that he must be mistaken, because there was no way that he could have possibly have had sex with Malfoy...he couldn't have.

Harry backed away, and without even looking fell back onto the bed. "You...you had sex with him?" Harry's voice was a mixture between shock and disbelief, which was exactly the two emotions he was feeling at said time. Though you could probably also add disgust, betrayal, anger, revulsion, yeah that pretty much summed up how he was feeling.

"Harry we didn't...I've never had sex with him." Harry couldn't help but feel relieved, that is until he heard the next word. "But..."

Without really meaning to, the lamp next to his bed exploded. "But? But! There's a fucking but?" He saw Ron flinch, but he really couldn't give a shit at the moment. "What Ron did he promise to fuck you after this was all over..." Ron's eyes weren't looking at him, but they didn't need to. "Well I hope you have fun sleeping with someone who's tried to make both of our lives a living hell these past few years...I really do, and you know when he cums inside of you, tell him I said hello."

Harry shot out of the bed and ripped open the dormitory door. "Harry wait!" It was only because Ron was his best friend, and because he heard the almost hysterical tone in his voice, that he stopped. Though he didn't turn around, he didn't think he could look at his best friend without feeling disgusted. "He never promised me sex...he only gave me head" In a broken voice he added. "I don't think in his mind I'm good enough to get that from him."

It felt like someone had just taken hands and wrapped them around his lungs. When had his world turned to this? It had been normal a couple of weeks ago, well as normal as his world could ever be, and now...now his best friend was saying he wasn't good enough to have sex with Malfoy. More over why didn't he know this about his so-called best friend? When had they stopped talking, when had they're relationship grown out of playing chess and complaining about homework. His life had grown up around him and he had lost the memo. The most important part of this whole thing was the fact that he was feeling jealous all of a sudden.

With a small look back at Ron he gave him a small scowl. He couldn't do much more than that seeing as Ron was at this point crying. Though this only made him feel all the more venomous. You know the whole kick em while he's down. "You're right Ron...you're not good enough." With that he walked out the door, leaving his sobbing friend behind.

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Harry stormed down the hall as he punched the wall at random intervals. He didn't even know where he was going, all he knew was that he had to get as far from Gryffindor tower as possible. He couldn't see Ron right now, in fact the very notion made him sick to his stomach. The sad part was that he didn't think he was really mad at Ron for the things he should be.

With another punch, Harry pulled his hand back and saw that the knuckles were glistening with blood. He stood there for a moment, staring at the smear of blood that was on the wall, and, in a temporary lapse of sanity that he would never share with anyone, he wished that the wall would have been Ron's face.

"Harry are you alright?" Harry sniffed and bit back the tears that were threatening to fall from his eyes. What a charity case he must seem. After all it was only just yesterday that he was publicly humiliated in front of the entire school. Now he was standing against a wall with blood pouring from his hands, looking as if he could quite possibly break into tears at any moment.

"Yeah Hermione I'm fine." Why was she here anyways? Harry half realized that he had no idea where 'here' was. He looked up quickly and noticed that the sign said he was right by the library, no wonder she was here. He felt a comforting hand on his shoulder and, without even thinking, shrugged it off.

"I just talked to Ron." She paused before adding. "Well I just got the door slammed in my face by Ron. What happened between you two?" Of all the things Hermione could have possibly said at that moment to get his anger back in check, mentioning Ron was definitely not one of them.

He spun around, and with more force than was probably necessary, pushed her in the chest. Hermione stumbled back and a few books that were stock piled in her arms fell haphazardly to the ground. She looked stunned at what had just occurred, but after seeing the furry in his eyes, any protest she might have had died in her throat.

"Did you know?" He hissed out through gritted teeth. He couldn't help it by now, he was seeing red and Hermione just happened to be the nearest person to take it out on.

Harry slammed both arms on either side of her head. "You're a smart girl Hermione...I'm sure you know what I'm talking about." If he was outside looking in he probably would have scared himself at the moment. At his semi-threat, Hermione's eyes teared up.

"Harry I don't know what you're talking about." She sobbed. If he had been thinking logically he would have realized that just by her reactions that she knew nothing, but then again that would be if he was thinking logically.

"Did you know that they were fucking Hermione?!" He screamed into her face, and saw her shrink back in terror. The torches throughout the entire corridor blinked out, and it was in the dark that he saw her eyes widen in confusion.

"Harry I don't know who you're talking about!" She cried hysterically and tried to push the furious wizard away from her. "What are you talking about Harry?"

His anger seemed to cool down, and he realized what all of this might look like to the nearest passer-by. With an apologetic look, he backed away from Hermione and went to stand by the nearest wall. With a dejected sigh he muttered so that she could probably barely hear. "Ron and Malfoy."

A small laugh escaped her throat, and he looked over to see that she had a disbelieving face. "You're kidding right?" One stern look from Harry made her mouth close, and look of pure shock to come over her face. "No!" Her head was shaking back and forth rather violently. "No they're not, they can't be having sex."

Hermione's voice was filled with pain, and it was only at that moment that Harry realized that he had just done something incredibly stupid. How could he had been so stupid to forget about Hermione's crush on Ron? Realizing his mistake, Harry reached out a comforting hand like she had just done moments ago, only to be sidestepped.

"Hermione..." He paused not really knowing what to say. "I'm sorry...I forgot how you felt about..." He never got anymore out. Hermione's eyes blazed with furry and she interrupted his apology.

"You forgot? You Forgot!" She angrily wiped at the tears that were falling from her eyes. "Well the world goes on then doesn't it?" She spit out. "Harry Potter forgot so all should be forgiven...well what about my pain?" Hermione stood up and he could see that she was shaking. "My fingers are tingling, my throat is dry, my eyes are burning." She didn't finish whatever it was she was going to say, because her shoulders began to shake terribly and sobs overwhelmed her body.

Not knowing what else to do, Harry pulled the sobbing girl into his chest. "Shh Shh Hermione I'm sorry...I'm so sorry, trust me I feel the same way." With a sudden thought he added. "They're not having sex...just oral...if it makes you feel better." Hermione had been relaxing in his arms, but with his last comment her entire body stiffened and she pushed away.

"Oh yes Harry that makes me feel so much better." She sarcastically yelled. "Oh and tell me Harry how is it that you know how I feel...how is it that our feelings are even remotely close to the same?" Harry paused, he knew why they were the same. They were same because of the little part of his brain that he was doing his best to ignore these past few weeks telling him they were, but not for a million galleons would he admit this to Hermione...or anyone for that matter.

Instead of answering her, he just turned his head to the side out of guilt. Hermione seemed to take this as her answer. "I thought so..." Harry watched as she crouched down and begin to pick up her recently fallen books.

"Where are you going now?" With a small bitter laugh Hermione turned to him quickly.

"To kick Ron's ass...have fun Harry, and you know if you should happen to feel like sharing anymore secrets in the future...don't!" Harry watched as the girl stomped back to Gryffindor tower, as for him, well he had his own ass to kick.

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Draco

Snap Another quill bites the dust. At this rate he would have to go to Hogsmeade just to be able to continue his schoolwork. That was the tenth pen in the last half hour. He just couldn't help it, he was in a pissy mood. Well in his defense anyone would be if they just had to give head to a weasel. The bad part was the more and more he thought about it he just couldn't see the ends justifying the means. Plus this ruined his reputation. It was true what Weasley had said, he never gave head. Now what if word got out that he did? People would expect it of him, and you know he really didn't like it all that much. Plus for some reason everytime he touched someone nowadays it somehow felt weird. That was probably the creepiest part, the fact that after blowing weasel he now felt like being celebit.

"You know Drakey if we didn't use a magical fire I would say that we would have enough wood for the winter from your writing utensils." Pansy, what did she want? Woah! Have you ever had the feeling where you look up at someone and they seem to glow and a song starts playing in your head. Well that happened a lot around Pansy, Draco could almost bet that it was some kind of spell that she used to get people to sleep with her. Yes, a spell had to be it.

Her hair was semi curly and hanging down below her waist, and it look like someone had just poured angel dust all over it. She was wearing quite possibly the shortest jean skirt he had ever seen in his life, and he had seen a lot. This skirt was accompanied by a white spaghetti strap shirt that nicely showed off her cleavage, and black thigh high hooker boots. Maybe it was just because he was horny from not having sex for a couple of days, but she really did look good.

Okay so maybe he didn't feel all that celebit after all. He could sleep with Pansy and get his libido back in check. The thing ran ramped if he didn't fuel it every few hours. Draco smoothed the crease in his black slacks and opened his legs wide as an invitation. The girl didn't seem to waste any time in making her way towards his lap.

She only pecked him once on the nose before licking a trail down his neck and working on getting the tie off his head. Not that Draco was complaining, but they were in the middle of the common room corrupting the youth and such. After Pansy grinded down onto his cock, he came to the conclusion that he could give a fuck less about the little ones. After all in his first year two older students had had sex in his bed, now that wouldn't be all that bad, but he was still in it at the time.

Draco started to pull up on her shirt, and noticed how she seemed to have a diamond stud in her bellybutton, bellybutton rings were hot. Though Draco realized everything seemed hot when you were horny enough. Draco's other hand slipped up her back and began working on her bra strap, and he would have succeeded in getting it undone had it not been for the distraction that came as a large commotion towards the door.

He couldn't help but look up when he heard the screams coming from the entrance way, the strange part was that a lot of those screams sounded similar to his name. The crowd seemed to part, and Draco pushed Pansy's hair to the side to get a better look at what had caused such a ruckus. Fuck did he just think the word ruckus...pathetic.

His housemates parted like the red sea, and what emerged from said sea made him wish he had still decided to remain celebit. What the hell was he doing here! This totally destroyed the image he was trying to procure, and why the hell did he look so pissed off? But really a pissed off Harry Potter wasn't too bad of a site.

Draco was about to ask him what the hell he was doing here, but he never got a word in. Harry seemed to be livid at what he saw, and reached out grabbing Pansy's arm. "Get. Off. Of. Him." His teeth were bared, and Pansy didn't seem to want to argue. She retreated from her spot on Draco's lap, leaving him...well rather exposed to the world.

In an attempt to regain some of his dignity, he made the move to cross his legs, but Harry never let him. The spot that had just been vacated by Pansy was once again taken. Draco bit back a moan at the sudden friction, and just when he thought all of his dreams came true, he became sorely dissapointed.

He barely registered what was happening until the fist actually connected with his cheekbone. The shot cracked his head to the side, and he would have been happy to leave it there, had Harry's other fist not knocked it right back again.

"You utter bastard! How could you do that! How could you!" Draco could feel the blood falling down his face from a his recently cracked lip, but he made no move to wipe it away. No at the moment he was far too confused about why there was a furious Gryffindor currently straddling him, and oh yeah beating him to a pulp.

Seeing as how Harry had taken a break from the beatings, the first thing Draco did was motion the people who were about ready to hex the Gryffindor down. They seemed weary, but put down their wands anyways. Next he had to deal with the murderous Harry. "Okay Harry...you got my attention, now what did I do?"

Crack! Not to say he wasn't expecting it, but it didn't make the fact that his face had once again been punched hurt any less. Draco, blinking off the oncoming stars, looked back forward. Though this proved to be a mistake for as soon as their eyes met it seemed to send Harry off into his tirade.

"You" Crack "Gave" Smash "Ron" Snap "Head" With one last punch Harry seemed to stop, and just sort of slumped down on his lap. Draco for his part was trying his best to stay conscious. That and trying to control his barely suppressed rage. He tipped his head back to try to get his nose to stop bleeding, and while doing so tried to contemplate the one thing that confused him.

"I did...but tell me Potter why is it that you care so much?" Harry looked liked he was going to punch him again, and Draco quickly braced himself for impact. He really didn't think his fractured skull could take another run in with Harry's fists.

Harry for his part looked just as confused about what happened as Draco felt. Though he seemed to come to his senses. "I care because...because..." He took a deep breath before finishing. "I care Draco, because it should have been me." Draco didn't even have time to register the statement before Harry's lips descended onto his.

All time seemed to stop right then, and when it finally started up again it was like the universe was on overdrive. Draco pulled Harry closer to him, and crushed their lips together as close as possible, slipping his tongue quickly into Harry's mouth. Their tongues danced for dominance, obviously Harry's assault hadn't just stopped with his fists.

His hand fisted in Harry's wild mane, and when he could take no more used it as leverage to pry his lips from his own. Harry's eyes slowly opened back up, and then after looking around, widened in fear. Draco had also noticed their audience, that had been the main reason he had pulled up in the first place.

Harry looked like he was ready to bolt, and in an effort to stop that from happening, Draco quickly wrapped an arm securely around his waist. Keeping their eyes locked the whole time he quickly leaned forward to whisper in his ear. "Let's go somewhere more private...alright." Harry was biting his lower lip, and looked scared to death at the very idea, but in the end he nodded his head in agreement. Draco also nodded his head, and motioned towards the stairs. "My room's that way...let's go shall we?" A small nod was also seen for this.

Draco pushed up, and in doing so got Harry to quickly stand. The boy wasn't looking anywhere but the floor, and so in an effort to get him to move, Draco grabbed his hand and began to pull him towards his room. Harry followed soundlessly behind him, and as soon as the door shut he looked like he might faint.

Harry's back sunk against the door and he looked as if he might cry. "I...I can't believe I just did that in front of all those people." He sounded absolutely horrified, and Draco had the strangest need to make him feel better.

He walked over carefully to where Harry was, and pulled the boy towards him in a some what embrace. Harry's head was lying gently on his shoulder, and Draco layed his head on top of it. "Don't worry about it, Slytherin's don't gossip about every little thing, and if they do believe me I'll personally decapitate them." He could feel the Gryffindor smile, and felt that he should keep going. "Plus after knowing me for six years believe me they've seen stuff much ronchier than that." Draco gave a small chuckle, but noticed that Harry didn't laugh back. In fact he stiffened in his arms.

The Gryffindor quickly pushed himself away, and came up with a glare. "Oh that's right...I forgot how big of a man whore you are. You were after all about to fuck Pansy in the common room."

Oh. Well he did have a point there. Draco walked forward, ignoring the murderous look he was receiving the entire time. Just wanting to touch Harry again, he placed one palm on either side of Harry's cheek, just reveling in the warmth that came from something so simple. "I was, but believe me when I say I'd give it all up if I could have you." Draco leaned forward and slightly touched their mouths, he was ecstatic when Harry threw his arms around his neck and deepened the kiss.

They were soon back into a heated snogging session, a session that was rapidly progressing further and further towards the bed. Harry kept pushing forwards, as Draco quickly made a move to rid them both of their shirts and ties. He lost his concentration though when his knees hit the bed and he toppled over, bringing Harry down with him.

This only stopped them for a few moments though, only just enough for Draco to regain his balance and crawl up the bed, and for Harry to crawl back on top of him. Their mouths tangled together once more as Draco worked on the clasp to Harry's pants. His fingers were stumbling though, and Harry broke their kiss to do it for him.

While Harry was discarding his pants, Draco took this as ample opportunity for him to switch their positions so that he was the one now on top. The raven haired boy seemed surprised for only a moment, but his surprise soon turned to a moan when Draco began to make a wet trail down his neck, stopping to suck at the sensitive pulse, and then continuing on past the shoulder blade.

"Mmmm...Draco" The blond took this as encouragement and continued on down his soon to be lover's body. When he reached a pink nipple he took the stub into his mouth, slightly biting down and enjoying the gasp that accomponied it. He could feel his aching desire rub up against Harry's body and it took all the effort he had not to fuck him right there.

Harry's muscles contracted as the blond's hands roamed over the hard chest and then finally traveling lower to the area of the body begging for attention. Harry cried out when he released it from his boxers, but arched into the awaiting hand all the same. Draco slowly stroked the head of the cock, before moving much faster, making Harry cry out in pleasure the entire time.

Pleasure racked through his body with every sound, and with every accidental graze of their bodies. He knew he wasn't going to be able to last that much longer, so with great effort he grabbed the lube from his nightstand. Harry was soon a whimpering bundle of nerves under his hand, and after coating one digit he pushed past the tight muscles guarding his almost lover's entrance.

Harry cried out and tried to move away from the insertion, but Draco held on to him, and while still stroking, whispered words of comfort into his ear. When he thought his lover had somewhat relaxed he slowly added another finger. In doing this he hit the pleasure spot buried deep inside him and made Harry clamp around his hand, all the while bucking up for more.

Not thinking Harry could take anymore, and knowing that he definitely couldn't, Draco coated his own member and placed himself at Harry's entrance. Pushing in a little, he continued to stroke Harry, hoping that he wasn't causing him too much pain, but from the sharp intake of breath he couldn't be too sure.

Draco pushed in a little more, pausing when he heard Harry whimper. It was probably the hardest thing he had ever done. The pleasure was so intense he could barely see straight, and having to stop was really taking its toll on him. Draco leaned forward so that his mouth was against Harry's ear. "Are you alright?" He had to struggle to get the question out, but when Harry nodded he felt more relaxed.

Quickly he pushed all the way in, and just stayed there for a moment before beginning to move. He moved slowly at first, so as not to hurt Harry, but upon hearing words of encouragement his mentrations got a little faster. He could hear Harry moaning his name, and after positioning himself so that he was hitting his sweet spot everytime, it didn't take long before those moans turned into screams of pleasure.

When he felt Harry tighten up around him and a stickiness form between their chests, Draco knew that he could no longer hold on. With one last thrust Draco came inside him, rocking slowly back and forth to ride out the last waves of his orgasism. After he was spent Draco collasped onto Harry's chest, and was comforted when two arms came around him.

Harry was breathing hard and, when Draco rolled off him, came up to lie on his chest. Absentmindedly Draco stroked Harry's now sweaty hair and pulled him closer. "Draco?"

"Hmm?" Harry's head rose from his chest and Draco looked down to see that he had a slight smile on his face.

"I'm sorry for hitting you." Draco also smiled and rolled Harry so that he was behind him in a spooning position.

"It's alright love...now go to sleep." With a contented sigh Harry snuggled in closer to his back, and it was like that that they both fell into a restful sleep. Both willing to take comfort, however strange it was, in eachother for the time being. Because at that time nothing else mattered.

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