"Potter", whispered Draco in the dark of the night.
"Potter", he said again when he saw the savior wasn't moving.
Just then he saw that the hero opened one of his eyes and looked at him with a look of confusion and a smile.
"Malfoy", he sighed in a croaky voice.
"I'm getting cold and I can't sleep again", he whined.
"Oh, poor baby - come here love", said Harry and opened his blankets so the blond could climb in next to him. When Draco was flush against his chest, he pulled him close and wrapped him up in the warmth of his arms.
There was no further movement from either of them, except their regular breathing, calm and soft as they fell asleep - totally unaware that their show had an audience.
It was later in the night that Harry woke up slightly and mumbled to Draco - "Is this my jersey?", feeling the soft cashmere between his fingers.
"Yeah - it keeps me warm Harry", he said with a yawn, and then rolled over so that he was on top of Harry, closed his eyes again and went back to sleep.
The audience from earlier still in the same places as before, because they couldn't believe what they were witnessing. Harry calling Draco pet names, and they were sleeping on the same couch.
The 8th years had started to watch a movie earlier on, but Draco had said that he was tired and so had gone to his room. After Harry had fallen asleep, everyone had turned the lights off and had stayed to watch yet another movie. This is when Draco had come out of his room, and done what he had.
He hadn't bothered looking to see if anyone was awake. It had been so quiet, he thought they were all sleeping.
The next morning when they woke up for class, Draco did so quietly, leaving Harry on the couch to wake up alone. The rest of their friends had decided amongst themselves to keep quiet and not approach either of them on the subject, just happy that both of them had found a common ground. But they did promise to keep each other updated if something happened that one of them missed.
My god, it was like watching a bloody soap opera. The way their moods and words would change at the drop of a hat. If Draco was irritated, he would take it out on Harry and any surrounding bodies. If he was happy, he would gloat about it to Pansy and Blaise. If he was bored, he would whine to Harry about unfair life was, and demand his attention.
Harry on the other hand would probably move mountains for the blond, and Draco was aware of this fact. He loved it when Draco thought his arms were safe enough for him to curl into, just to take him away from the madness of the world - that and the cold. Draco's body was always cool to the touch, but Harry would warm him up in no time.
It had happened for the first time at the beginning of the term. Draco had found Harry in the common room lying on the couch. He had been freezing and shivering in his cold room, when he decided to go and sit in front of the fire. But instead he had found that Harry looked so warm, covered by his soft blankets.
He had very discreetly poked Potter on the shoulder and asked if he could join him, he just needed to get warm. And Harry, being the sappy sap that he was, had opened his blankets for the Slytherin and had held him that night. But Harry had opened more than his blankets and his arms for him.
It was the first time in a long time, that Draco slept for a long stretch. And when he woke up, he had never felt better.
That first morning when he had left Harry - he had simply said - "Same time tonight Potter", and then vanished to his room to go and get ready for the day.
