Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, if I did then they would be in
trouble. Well thanks for letting me play Rowling.
Authors note- some of the people are new like Madam Cyril-she's the new nurse, it's after the war and all. This is my first story written in the context so please review and tell me if you want me to continue writing it. Flames are just as good and niceness so I welcome all. Thanks for reading it! Oh and it takes place there final year Harry is a Headboy and Draco isn't, don't ask me why it just happened this way.
--Chapter 1: Morning--
Harry awoke when the sun first touched his face. He sat up with a yawn and a stretch. He glanced around the Gryffindor common room recalling all the wonderful memories and smiled to himself as he watched Hermione walk down the girls' dormitory stairs, her nose firmly planted in a book.
"What is the Headboy doing in the common room? Don't you have your own dorm?"
"For the first question, I was sleeping, and for the second question, yes."
"You know what I meant Harry."
"Yeah, yeah, alright I'll tell you. My roommate Zach had a date la-"
"Really," She interrupted "with whom?"
"I don't know some guy. He wouldn't even tell me the name of the house he was in."
With that Hermione seemed to lose interest. "I see, well that is bad. Alright well you should go back to your room. I have to study."
"Alright;" he said with a smirk, "I'll leave, but, not because you told me to. I am leaving because I want to see Zach's date. I hope he's hot!" Harry waved and began to turn when Hermione burst out laughing, unable to seem strict any more. Harry walked over and gave her a quick hug before running backwards out the door.
"You're going to kill yourself doing that!" She called after him. She then sat down on the couch Harry had been sleeping on and, with a small smile to her self, buried her head in a book once more.
Once Harry was out the door he turned and began walking back to his dorm laughing to himself. He looked around at the walls of his school and his home, unable to believe that his last year was beginning. No matter how many times he walked through these halls he never got tired of them. Even this early in the morning they seemed to have a busy ness, even though it was Saturday, as though anything could start at any moment. He reached his portrait door and mumbled the password to the knight standing in the photo. The knight saluted and swung open. Harry stepped inside and the door swung shut behind him. "Zach, you here?" Harry called. He didn't hear and answer so he figured that Zach was off somewhere or still asleep. Harry went in to his room and heard the shower running in the bathroom. Thinking it was Zach he slammed open the door and shouted "Honey, I'm home!!" He heard someone cry out, as if startled, then a loud crash. Harry rushed over and pushed the button to turn off the shower. "Zach, are you ok?" Harry asked as he pulled back the curtain. The sight he saw was not on he was expecting. He was greeted with a very unconscious, very naked Draco Malfoy. Harry couldn't think of what to do so he did the first thing he thought of, he yelled for Zach.
Zach rushed in to the bathroom and stopped short. He looked with wide, shocked eyes from Harry to Draco and back to Harry again.
"Why is Malfoy taking a shower in our dorm room?!?" Harry asked glaring at Zach.
"Well, umm, you know how I wouldn't tell you who I was going on a date with?"
"Oh GOD! Please tell me you didn't sleep with Malfoy!"
"Well, you see, there really wasn't much sleeping going on."
"Christ, too much information!" Harry shouted as he grabbed his head trying to block out the mental pictures.
After about five minuets of Harry rocking back in forth with his head clutched in his hands Zach timidly asked "Harry?"
"What!"
"What are we going to do with him we-?"
"What are WE going to do, WE!!!! We are not going to do anything. You figure out something to do, I mean you Fucked the guy!"
"Harry, it is NONE of YOUR business what or who I do in my sex life!!!" Harry could tell that he had pushed Zach too far.
"Alright, I'm sorry."
"Good, now as I was saying, we can't bring him to Madam Cyril's, I'll get expelled if I get caught sleeping with someone."
"I know, well first of all, we should get him out of the shower. You grab his feet, I'll grab his arms." They lifted Draco and carefully brought him to the closest room to the bathroom (which just happened to be Harry's room) and laid him on the bed. Zach then ran out of the room to grab his wand, first aid supplies, and a blanket; leaving Harry all alone with the unconscious Draco. Harry stared at him unable to comprehend the fact that a naked Draco Malfoy was lying in his bed. As he looked at him he couldn't help but relies how utterly attractive Draco was with his soft, milky skin and his white, blonde hair. Harry stared at Draco as if he was in a trance and was about to lean down to kiss his ok his soft looking lips when her heard Zach return to the room, panting. Harry quickly snapped out of the trance he was put in to by Draco.
"Harry, is he alright, like, is he still breathing and all?" Zach asked, worry sounding in every word he spoke.
"I'm not sure Zach, just hold on a min. I'll check him out," Harry said as he opened the first aid kit "and go and find the smelling salts."
"Alright Harry I'll be right back." Zach said as he rushed out of the room for a second time. Harry sat down on the bed and laid the blanket over Draco even more embarrassed by Draco's nakedness than before. He reached down and felt Draco's neck looking for a pulse; luckily he found a strong one. He then licked his finger and held it in front of Draco's mouth to check for breath. He felt a fain breeze on his finger and smiled. Draco was ok except for the fact the he was unconscious. Not being able to do anything else until Zach returned with the smelling salts Harry pushed Draco over on the bed and sat cross legged next to him. Harry reached down and stroked Draco's cheek, marveling at how soft his skin felt. He leaned over so he was now lying across Draco's chest with his elbows supporting him on each side. He leaned down and touched his lips to Draco's, tasting them before sitting up and jumping off the bed. It wouldn't be good if Zach found his lying across Draco's naked body, covered or not. Harry went in to the bathroom and glanced around looking for his own supply of smelling salts. He had bought them last year because one of the new Griffendor's kept fainting whenever Snape got close to her. It was hard to tell whether she was terrified of him or whether she had a huge crush on him. Harry shuttered at the thought of anyone having a crush on Snape when he found the smelling salts taped under the sink. He rushed back in to his room and sat on the bed next to Draco. He broke the vial containing the salts and shoved it under Draco's nose waving it back and forth. Draco stirred and moaned. The sound of Draco moaning sent chills up Harry's spin and he jumped off the bed and leaned over him. Draco blinked and opened his eyes allowing them to first rest on Harry and then glanced around the room.
"Potter? Where am I?" Draco asked a confused look on his face.
(A/N: again please review, do I seen desperate enough, because I am. And sorry for the cliffhanger I figure people will want to read more that way, I'll try not to do it again.)
Authors note- some of the people are new like Madam Cyril-she's the new nurse, it's after the war and all. This is my first story written in the context so please review and tell me if you want me to continue writing it. Flames are just as good and niceness so I welcome all. Thanks for reading it! Oh and it takes place there final year Harry is a Headboy and Draco isn't, don't ask me why it just happened this way.
--Chapter 1: Morning--
Harry awoke when the sun first touched his face. He sat up with a yawn and a stretch. He glanced around the Gryffindor common room recalling all the wonderful memories and smiled to himself as he watched Hermione walk down the girls' dormitory stairs, her nose firmly planted in a book.
"What is the Headboy doing in the common room? Don't you have your own dorm?"
"For the first question, I was sleeping, and for the second question, yes."
"You know what I meant Harry."
"Yeah, yeah, alright I'll tell you. My roommate Zach had a date la-"
"Really," She interrupted "with whom?"
"I don't know some guy. He wouldn't even tell me the name of the house he was in."
With that Hermione seemed to lose interest. "I see, well that is bad. Alright well you should go back to your room. I have to study."
"Alright;" he said with a smirk, "I'll leave, but, not because you told me to. I am leaving because I want to see Zach's date. I hope he's hot!" Harry waved and began to turn when Hermione burst out laughing, unable to seem strict any more. Harry walked over and gave her a quick hug before running backwards out the door.
"You're going to kill yourself doing that!" She called after him. She then sat down on the couch Harry had been sleeping on and, with a small smile to her self, buried her head in a book once more.
Once Harry was out the door he turned and began walking back to his dorm laughing to himself. He looked around at the walls of his school and his home, unable to believe that his last year was beginning. No matter how many times he walked through these halls he never got tired of them. Even this early in the morning they seemed to have a busy ness, even though it was Saturday, as though anything could start at any moment. He reached his portrait door and mumbled the password to the knight standing in the photo. The knight saluted and swung open. Harry stepped inside and the door swung shut behind him. "Zach, you here?" Harry called. He didn't hear and answer so he figured that Zach was off somewhere or still asleep. Harry went in to his room and heard the shower running in the bathroom. Thinking it was Zach he slammed open the door and shouted "Honey, I'm home!!" He heard someone cry out, as if startled, then a loud crash. Harry rushed over and pushed the button to turn off the shower. "Zach, are you ok?" Harry asked as he pulled back the curtain. The sight he saw was not on he was expecting. He was greeted with a very unconscious, very naked Draco Malfoy. Harry couldn't think of what to do so he did the first thing he thought of, he yelled for Zach.
Zach rushed in to the bathroom and stopped short. He looked with wide, shocked eyes from Harry to Draco and back to Harry again.
"Why is Malfoy taking a shower in our dorm room?!?" Harry asked glaring at Zach.
"Well, umm, you know how I wouldn't tell you who I was going on a date with?"
"Oh GOD! Please tell me you didn't sleep with Malfoy!"
"Well, you see, there really wasn't much sleeping going on."
"Christ, too much information!" Harry shouted as he grabbed his head trying to block out the mental pictures.
After about five minuets of Harry rocking back in forth with his head clutched in his hands Zach timidly asked "Harry?"
"What!"
"What are we going to do with him we-?"
"What are WE going to do, WE!!!! We are not going to do anything. You figure out something to do, I mean you Fucked the guy!"
"Harry, it is NONE of YOUR business what or who I do in my sex life!!!" Harry could tell that he had pushed Zach too far.
"Alright, I'm sorry."
"Good, now as I was saying, we can't bring him to Madam Cyril's, I'll get expelled if I get caught sleeping with someone."
"I know, well first of all, we should get him out of the shower. You grab his feet, I'll grab his arms." They lifted Draco and carefully brought him to the closest room to the bathroom (which just happened to be Harry's room) and laid him on the bed. Zach then ran out of the room to grab his wand, first aid supplies, and a blanket; leaving Harry all alone with the unconscious Draco. Harry stared at him unable to comprehend the fact that a naked Draco Malfoy was lying in his bed. As he looked at him he couldn't help but relies how utterly attractive Draco was with his soft, milky skin and his white, blonde hair. Harry stared at Draco as if he was in a trance and was about to lean down to kiss his ok his soft looking lips when her heard Zach return to the room, panting. Harry quickly snapped out of the trance he was put in to by Draco.
"Harry, is he alright, like, is he still breathing and all?" Zach asked, worry sounding in every word he spoke.
"I'm not sure Zach, just hold on a min. I'll check him out," Harry said as he opened the first aid kit "and go and find the smelling salts."
"Alright Harry I'll be right back." Zach said as he rushed out of the room for a second time. Harry sat down on the bed and laid the blanket over Draco even more embarrassed by Draco's nakedness than before. He reached down and felt Draco's neck looking for a pulse; luckily he found a strong one. He then licked his finger and held it in front of Draco's mouth to check for breath. He felt a fain breeze on his finger and smiled. Draco was ok except for the fact the he was unconscious. Not being able to do anything else until Zach returned with the smelling salts Harry pushed Draco over on the bed and sat cross legged next to him. Harry reached down and stroked Draco's cheek, marveling at how soft his skin felt. He leaned over so he was now lying across Draco's chest with his elbows supporting him on each side. He leaned down and touched his lips to Draco's, tasting them before sitting up and jumping off the bed. It wouldn't be good if Zach found his lying across Draco's naked body, covered or not. Harry went in to the bathroom and glanced around looking for his own supply of smelling salts. He had bought them last year because one of the new Griffendor's kept fainting whenever Snape got close to her. It was hard to tell whether she was terrified of him or whether she had a huge crush on him. Harry shuttered at the thought of anyone having a crush on Snape when he found the smelling salts taped under the sink. He rushed back in to his room and sat on the bed next to Draco. He broke the vial containing the salts and shoved it under Draco's nose waving it back and forth. Draco stirred and moaned. The sound of Draco moaning sent chills up Harry's spin and he jumped off the bed and leaned over him. Draco blinked and opened his eyes allowing them to first rest on Harry and then glanced around the room.
"Potter? Where am I?" Draco asked a confused look on his face.
(A/N: again please review, do I seen desperate enough, because I am. And sorry for the cliffhanger I figure people will want to read more that way, I'll try not to do it again.)