This changing scene was too brilliantly awkward and sexually frustrating to pass up. Also, I called in the help of my boyfriend to help me with this scene, to get a clearer vision on how to undress with having to touch one another. Bonus points for the most original way to get their boyfriend naked? I think so.

I do not own the characters

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Really, how difficult could getting changed whilst attached to your childhood nemesis be?

Apparently, it was really hard.

Harry could tell this was going to be far more awkward with Malfoy than with a normal human being. He'd seen Ron naked loads of times in their dormitory- not willingly might he add- but that was Ron. Seamus, Dean and Neville he had seen a couple of times as well, which wasn't really awkward because they were all mates. He's been on the Quidditch team for years, and they always all changed in the same locker room, so he's even gotten changed with a few girls before (though the witches were always very certain to be covered completely at all times, thanks to Fred and George).

But this... this is Malfoy. Of all people. The boy who constantly tried to make his life a living hell. The boy who constantly tried to hex him any chance he got. The boy who Harry despised above all others. The boy whose life Harry had saved twice in the war, and who had saved Harry's own once as well, though neither of them have ever spoken a word about any of it before.

To get naked in the same room while simultaneously touching an equally naked Draco Malfoy? This was most definitely bound to be the most awkward situation Harry has ever been a part of before in his life.

Which is why both of them had taken as long as possible to gather clothing from their drawers.

They stood for a moment just staring at the clothing, dreading what was to come. Finally, Harry took a deep breath and removed the T-shirt he was still wearing. He brought the article up over his head ready to toss it on the bed. He noticed quickly that since Malfoy still had the grip on his wrist, the shirt lay limp near their hands, still well around his arm.

"Er..." Draco simply watched, his face red, as Harry grabbed his wrist with his free hand so that he could let go with his other. The shirt fell to the floor.

"Wait-" Draco stopped him to remove his own shirt, now in the same position Harry's had been in before. Harry once again switched hands so that Draco's too could be freed.

Draco looked like he was contemplating something as he eyed the shirt, before he settled on picking it up. "Stop," he twisted his wrist to let Harry give him a bit more freedom. He began to fold the shirt, placing it neatly onto the bed.

Harry knitted his eyebrows together, "Are you really folding your shirt?" Draco glared at him. "It's only going in the wash!" Draco did that thing where he breathed quickly, huffing almost, in that aristocratic manor he always seemed to have.

"It's to keep it from wrinkling, dumbarse."

"You wear it to sleep in!"

"A Malfoy always looks pristine." Malfoy argued, "Honestly, you're always in the public eye- take notes."

Harry rolled his green eyes, suddenly very aware of how shirtless he was. And of how shirtless Malfoy was. He grabbed his shirt from the bed. Right as he was about to put it on, though, he caught Malfoy out of the corner of his eye. He turned his head to catch his expression.

There was absolutely no denying it. Draco was staring at his chest.

Harry immediately flushed bright red. Draco's eyes were raking over his torso hurriedly, breathing very, very deeply in a way that made Harry's skin crawl. Harry suddenly wanted to disappear right on the spot underneath Draco's hard gaze. To his utter horror, Draco took a step toward him very slowly- like a predator about to pounce on its prey.

Harry was shell shocked. What the devil was he up to?

Quickly, Harry recovered and found the courage to speak up. "M-Malfoy...?" he croaked meekly. It snapped Draco out of his daze instantly.

Draco suddenly went dead-white, all of the blood leaving his face in a hurry. He turned from the Gryffindor quickly, grabbing his own new shirt in his free hand and ordering, "Put on your shirt." Harry happily obliged, though feeling the way Draco's hands had clammed up he still made sure to watch the blonde out of the corner of his eye.

That was beyond terrifying. Why had Malfoy been looking at him like that? At his bloody torso for that matter?

Harry chose once again to ignore this incident. If he made it out of this curse sane it would be a fucking miracle.

Putting a shirt on proved rather difficult. They both tried to put the shirts on at the same time, which was completely impossible. Swallowing thickly, Harry connected their still bare feet together, praying he didn't do anything to upset the blonde again. He was starting to realize that Draco was a bit more steady on his feet than he was.

Well, that was that for the tops. Now, they only had the pressing matter of their trousers...

Harry wisely unconnected their feet by grabbing Draco's wrist again. Then, he realized he needed his hand to undo the trousers. Draco furrowed his eyebrows.

"We should have done trousers first so that we could have connected our elbows and work at the same time." He commented, a line forming on his forehead from his worry, "We're both wearing long sleeves now."

Harry pursed his lips, turning to face the blonde who was still a little pink. He tried to think it through. He couldn't find a way for them to both change out of their trousers at the same time. Feet would have to be open to let the trousers slide off of their legs. There was no way he was holding Malfoy's hand through that escapade. Finally, he slapped a hand onto the blonde's bare neck.

"Ah- Bloody hell, Potter!" Draco cursed, losing his footing a little at the surprise attack.

"Problem solved. Though we'll have to work separately."

"No, really?" Draco's voice was dripping with sarcasm. Harry simply rolled his eyes and faced as far into the opposite direction as he could. He could feel Draco moving about under his hand.

Once that was over and they were both dawning new trousers all that was left were socks, and Draco wanted to wear a robe. It kind of annoyed Harry that Draco insisted on folding his clothes right after taking them off. He didn't see the point.

"Just to let you know, Potter," Draco spoke whilst tugging on his last sock, "you have really hairy legs. Though to be honest this shouldn't surprise me; judging by that nest on your head."

Harry had to double take on that, "Well it's not like I shave them!" He defended. "And besides, they're not even bad!"

"Mhm," Draco discarded him, getting up from his seat on the bed and dragging Harry into the bathroom. Harry panicked for a second, realizing that at some point one of them was bound to have to use the toilet. Thankfully though, Draco stood in front of the mirror and began working on his hair.

Harry sat back and watched him, a finger hanging on to Draco's neck so that he could have full use of his hands. Draco scoffed at his reflection in the mirror as though he was dissatisfied, and began working charms to slick the blonde hairs back on his head.

In the middle of his work, he turned to Harry, "Aren't you going to comb yours?"

Harry shrugged, "It's a lost cause."

Draco rolled his eyes, finishing his work and grabbing the green toothbrush next to Harry's silver one. "You're going to at least provide decent oral hygiene? Or am I giving you too much credit?"

Harry deadpanned, "I always provide decent oral hygiene."

"Could have fooled me."

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An hour or two later Pansy and Blaise strolled through the portrait door holding a plate of what looked to be sweets.

"Draco!" Pansy called, displaying the food. Draco got up from the couch quick enough to give Harry whiplash. He grabbed the plate of cookies and cakes, practically salivating.

"Pansy, have I told you you're beautiful lately?" He said through a mouthful of peanut butter cookie.

"Not nearly as much as I deserve," she said, giving him one of those aristocratic cheek kisses.

Draco kissed back, "Well you are. You light up a room, my sweet."

"You're only saying this because she brought you desserts," Blaise made his presence known. Draco turned up his nose.

"Nonsense; I have always found Pansy to be the most stunning woman in all of Britain."

"Which is why you dumped her back in fourth year."

Draco straightened himself out distinguishably, "That was because the world could not handle two people of such radiance to be together at the same time."

"Sure it was," Blaise commented, sounding very unconvinced as he stepped into the room.

Pansy pushed the tray of goods into Draco's hands. "So how's the unnatural growth?" she asked innocently, strolling into the new room to check it out.

"As unnatural as ever," Draco joked back, swallowing down what had to be his third cookie. Harry realized what they were talking about.

"I'm right here, you know!"

The three of them laughed on cue, Pansy saying, "We could tell; it's hard to miss that hair."

Harry dearly wished Ron and Hermione would hurry up.

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Fifteen minutes and twenty jokes at Harry's expense later, there was a knock at the portrait. He got up quickly to let his friends in, avoiding answering Pansy's question about if he would like to borrow some of her cover-up potion to hide his scar.

"Sorry we're a little late," Ron apologized as he handed Harry a large warm dish, "Hermione tried to convince the house elves that they didn't have to make you Sheppard's Pie if it wasn't on the menu."

Harry could smell the meal from here, and desperately wished he could eat half of it right then like Draco had with the cookies.

Hermione sighed, "The problem is that their whole lives they've been taught to like doing things for humans. We have to start teaching them to live for themselves while they're young."

Harry gave her a very sad smile."I'm sure they'll come around eventually," he lied.

"Draco!" Pansy's voice called out from on the couch in the sitting room, "Is there food? I'm starving!"

"You're such a cow, Parkinson!" Draco teased, grabbing the dish out of Potter's hand and placing it on the table to the right of the room, opposite the kitchen.

"Who said you're eating that?" Harry spoke, "I didn't get any of your cookies."

Draco turned away, dragging him into the kitchen to rummage for plates and utensils. "Shut up, Scarhead. Pansy got those specifically for me."

Harry grumbled to himself, still seeing this as very unjust. Instead of fighting it, he asked in a very low voice a question that had been bugging him. "How long until we're all throwing curses at each other?"

"Two seconds if you don't back up off of me and stop rubbing my goddamn hand." Harry reddened.

Draco led them back to the table, placing the plates down. Harry was a little weary of the seating arrangement everyone settled in. Ron and Blaise were sitting at opposite ends of the table, with Hermione and Pansy next to each other on the far end respectively. It left Harry and Draco to sit across from them. The small table permitted very little elbow room. Harry counted on Hermione's mature nature and Blaise and Ron's distance to make sure nothing sparked between them.

"So I'm quite surprised that you two haven't killed each other yet," Pansy remarked lightly, grabbing a serving spoon and dishing herself potatoes. "You better hurry up with that; I have five sickles on the line."

Harry suddenly realized that if the whole story had gotten out to the school, there would be bets on how long he and Draco would last. And probably who would kill who in the end. Draco spoke up to his right, reaching out and grabbing the piece of meat under Harry's fork. "Put ten sickles in for 'before dessert' for me."

"Put ten galleons for 'in five minutes' for me," he retaliated, grabbing his rightful meat back from off of Draco's plate.

"Oi!" Draco glared at Harry as the brunette began cutting up his food, ready to snatch it back.

"It was mine first!" Harry yanked his plate away from Draco's outstretched fingers.

"I got to it before you did!"

"You only wanted it because I wanted it!"

"You guys bicker like you're married," Blaise pointed out, stuffing a large helping of mashed potato into his mouth. Both Draco and Harry glared at him once more, pausing their battle mid-attack. "And you have very alike expressions when you're mad."

This comment made them both tint pink.

"They do!" Pansy agreed, practically gushing. "I can see a vein on Potter's forehead that has such a likeness to Draco's!"

"If you two wouldn't mind, I'm trying to eat my supper, thank you." Draco pointedly got himself a new piece of meat. Harry took this initiative to mean he could drop his guard and start eating. Pansy and Blaise both smirked at him, before continuing their dinner as well.

But with that meant awkward silence. Harry did not want more awkward silence. He's had enough of it and he had until they found their culprit to deal with more awkward silences. So he spoke up, "So, how's the gossip on this situation with the rest of the school?"

Hermione almost snorted, "Well, you've had worse rumors about you, I can tell you that."

"Ooooh," Pansy's eyes lit up with the topic of 'gossip', "I like the one where Draco and Potter were fighting a flock of gnomes in the third floor corridor, then the gnomes knocked you out and super-glued your hands together."

"Or where they were fighting and then charmed each other at the same time, making the spell ricochet onto each other and turned you into slugs." Hermione added.

"I think the one where they accidentally shared a strong love potion." Pansy's eyes almost popped out of her skull at Blaise's words.

"Where did you hear that one?"

"Daphne said that she saw the two of them making out profusely in a cupboard," Harry nearly spit out the sip of water he had been taking, "Though her story was that they hadn't gone to dinner, because she saw them going at it for a good hour before she left for detention at seven."

"We were both at dinner until six-thirty!" Draco's voice was very high-pitched, his cheeks flaming as he gave his alibi.

"Oh, you know Greengrass, Malfoy," Blaise rolled his eyes enthusiastically. "She make up any story so long as it involves two men playing tonsil hockey."

"So how much of our story was actually told?" Harry asked, desperate to not fall into that conversation.

Ron, who looked- and probably was- as if he was being forced into talking by Hermione told him, "Pretty much only that you two were in the hospital wing together. Justin Finch-Fletchley came in with a nosebleed yesterday morning and saw the, er..." Ron noticeably reddened all the way to his roots, "touching, so that's where most of the crazy rumors come from."

Both Pansy and Blaise were sniggering at the 'touching' memory. Draco seemed ready to impale their heads with his knife for laughing at it; his grip on Harry's hand tightened painfully. Hermione seemed to give the pair of Slytherins a warning look. Which was very peculiar.

The moment dragged on, and Harry couldn't help but feel completely out of the loop. And something like this was definitely not something he wanted to be excluded from. But if it had something to do with what he thought it did, there was no way he was bringing it up.

Draco, on the other hand, had the nerve to address it, "If either of you ever laugh at this situation like that again I will assure you your life will be a living hell." He threatened his friends, who only seemed to snigger louder, "I'd frankly not rather touch him all the time. I can feel the diseases seeping into my bloodstream as we speak."

"Yeah, if you call that just 'touching'," Pansy was unable to hold back. Hermione's eyes went wide.

"Pansy!" She quietly nagged, a little red as well. Harry could see Ron now returning to his green complexion. "We're not supposed to..." she trailed off, which Harry found even more peculiar, and was doing nothing to suppress his growing phobia of what he thought Pansy was laughing about.

"What?" Pansy defended, very amused. "I thought it was cute. And Daphne would have creamed herself."

Oh god, please no. Harry could feel his face lighting on fire as he pieced together this information.

"What the bloody devil are you going on about, Parkinson?" Harry dreadfully wished Draco would stay out of this. Because if this horror was true it'd be much easier for Harry to ignore if Draco didn't know about it as well.

"Oh, hush it Granger, I might as well tell him now!" Pansy was utterly ecstatic as she waved off Hermione's warning once more, "Besides, Potter's pretty much riddled it out for himself anyway."

Harry's free hand immediately slapped up to cover his lips. Dear god please no. He could barely hear Blaise still chuckling on his left.

"What?" Draco gaped at Harry, appalled by the fact Potter figured something out before him. He turned back to Pansy to repeat even more desperately, "What?"

Pansy bit her lips together, turning toward Hermione as though pleading to let Draco in on the fact. After a very exasperated sigh, Hermione caved, sitting back in her chair in defeat. "Madame Pomfrey said it would be best if they found out on their own, you know."

"Well, as Draco's best friend I ought to warn him of this before he wakes up feeling like he's been raped."

Draco knocked his plate into his glass, knocking the contents over onto the table. His look told Harry that he was outright denying the hypothesis forming in his own mind. Carefully, he stated rather than questioned, "Pansy. What are you talking about."

"You two were spooning!"

Harry's whole world seemed to implode with humiliation.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU ON PANSY?" Draco had knocked the entire table this time, in his attempt at standing upright. While Harry was beat red, Draco had gone sickeningly white.

"Ooohh it was so cute!" Pansy continued to Harry, Draco, and evidentially Ron's horror. "Limbs tangled, faces smushed, downright plastered to each other!"

Draco's mouth was gaping about, trying to find the words to express his utter revulsion and disbelief at the same time. Hermione began explaining to the pair of them, "Well, it's actually kind of necessary. While you sleep you're catching up for all of the lack of needed contact throughout the day. Not to mention the spell is significantly stronger when the wearers are tired- we're not certain as to why though. Throughout the day we put up that barrier between you so that there wasn't as much of an awkward encounter as with Justin."

Her explanation did nothing to soothe Harry over.

Draco sat back down, completely at a loss for how to handle this situation. Because this was not just an embarrassing onetime thing anymore.

This was an embarrassing every night thing.

"Can we please move to a new topic of conversation now." Draco asked, pushing his full plate of food away from him. "Before I throw up, please."

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It took me weeks to come up with this chapter. I had to retype it seven hundred times. So I did not reread it because I know I'll hate it if I reread it and then retype it again. So I'm DONE.