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Chapter 6: YOU'RE WHO?!

Once Draco and Harry were back in that place he was given to sleep Dracos reaction was predictable. "This is a bedroom? But... There is one BLOODY FREAKING BED!" He shouted and looked in disbelief. "How... We're to sleep next to each other... In the bed" he slapped his own forehead. "I am so stupid" he said as Harry rolled his eyes and tossed night clothes at him. It was just a long grey shirt with no undergarments. He stripped himself and put a matching one on, facing away from Draco. "WHOAH... Chage in the bathroom!" Draco said, worried about this odd person whom he thought was a girl. Harry rolled his eyes again and then turned, lifting the nightgown. "YOU'RE A BLOKE?!" Draco asked, faltering back and gasping. Harry simply nodded and got in the bed, flipping the covers over his form. "... Fuck. You're... You're Potter... Arn't you?" Draco asked, a note of reverence, disbelief and hopefulness, wether that was for his guess being right or wrong was unknown. Harry groaned and nodded, deciding all this chitchat wore on his brain. He was not used to so much chat. Draco was in the midst of changing, looking around for boxers. He did not want to think about what had happens in that bathroom. It was easier for the former Death Eater to simply pretend it had not happened.

Harry groaned again and turned onto his stomach and tried to fall asleep. "Find. Be a snob Potter... I'll find them my self". Harry knew there were no boxers to be found. After another 12 minutes or so Draco gave up and put on his pants from before, getting into bed. "Do... Do I sleep ontop of the covers?" He asked. Harry threw a pillow at him then tried again to go to sleep.

It was around four hours later when Draco was awakened to the sound of the door opening and he found it was harder to pretend as he heard Snapes breathing. The de-aged boy his his face in the pillow, but Snape was not there for him, as was soon made apparent when Harry simply rolled over and kicked off the covers.

What took place had almost no talking and only a handful of, sometimes pained, grunts and moans. It was something Draco could not ingore and it made the young male bite his pillow and cry silently. It was a sick thing to have happen only inches from him.

Once it was over Snape left Harry didn't make a sound and just pulled the covers back, however afew minutes later later the bed started to shake gently with silent sobs. Draco stayed silent, in shame, all though the night, unable to sleep.