How Is This Happening? [Harry Potter]

Chapter Four

When you realize you haven't updated in 5 months. Oops

DRACO'S P.O.V

I sighed as I climbed into bed. Surprisingly, the bed wasn't a twin sized but not full sized either; it was kind of in between the two. The two of us could fit comfortably, seeing as both of us were quite skinny.

Harry had already gotten under the sheets and was laying down next to the window, so I had the other side, with easier access to the floor.

Ron had already fallen asleep, his snores filling the room. Harry was also breathing softly next to me. How the bloody hell do they fall asleep so fast?

As I got under the sheets, I could feel my face heating up. But despite that, I felt kind of... safe, I guess you could say, laying next to him. It was strange; I had never felt safe in my own bed at home... That's not really a good thing, is it?

I stared at the ceiling, covered with Chudley Cannons posters, like the rest of the room, thoughts racing through my mind.

What would Father say if he saw what I was doing? What would he think of me? How would he punish me? What would he do to Harry? He already hates him enough, never mind sleeping with his son... All of these things kept bashing into my scull, giving me a headache. I was about to sit up, to get a glass of water, when suddenly two arms found their way around my waist.

I blushed and looked to the side, Harry's relaxed, sleeping face greeting me. He had turned, from facing the wall to me. He apparently had done this while I was busy thinking of what Father would do to me.

He looked so peaceful: I didn't want to wake him up. But in the morning, we both would have a lot of explaining to do if Hermione came in before we woke up. Or if Ron woke up before us, which I highly doubt would happen.

But... There's no harm in cuddling for a couple minutes, right?

My face burned even more as I relaxed, and he pulled me closer to him. I let out a small sigh and put an arm around him, earning a tiny little smile from him.

I was starting to slightly regret my decision.

But, I had to get closer to Harry and the others, right?

Well, this was definitely closer... A little too close.

After about half an hour of slight cuddling, I decided that it was time to wake him up.

I shook his shoulder slightly, pretending to have just woken up. "Harry..?" I whispered. "Get up..."

He shifted, taking a hand to rub his eyes. He opened them; it was difficult to see from the darkness, but he looked pretty cute without his glasses on, and his stunning green eyes looking at me. "Yeah..? What is it..." He muttered.

"You were kinda snuggling me and it woke me up. That and I want some water..." I smirked at his expression, from tired to embarrassed in mere seconds.

"O-oh sorry..." He quickly pulled his other arm from around my waist, his face a dark red. "Didn't know what I was doing.. Asleep, you know..." He chuckled nervously.

"Oh, yeah I get it. People do weird stuff in their sleep. I understand completely." I shrugged, sitting up.

Since I had no idea that I was to spend the night, I was wearing only my emerald and grey boxer briefs, and a white Muggle tee shirt borrowed from Harry; surprisingly, we were the same size, only I was a bit taller. It would be too hot and itchy to sleep in the jumper, so I had to borrow the shirt.

Since the two other boys had fallen asleep before I had gotten into bed, Harry hadn't actually seen me in my "pjs," if you could call it that.

So when I stood up, walking to the end of the room to the water jug and cups, I could feel his eyes on me. My face burned, even though he probably couldn't see very well. I mean, I didn't know if he had put on his glasses.

I poured my water, and turned back around, to see him with his glasses on, propped up on his elbows. "If you don't mind, can you get me one too?" He asked timidly, his voice still tired-sounding.

"Oh, sure." I got Harry a glass of the cold liquid, and walked back to the bed, sitting on the edge. I handed him the glass, and he sat up, taking a sip.

I ran a hand through my hair, causing some strands to fall into my face. I noticed that Harry had his eyes on me, his face still red as he drank (and finished) his water. I tried to brush it off, finishing the glass and setting it on the table next to the bed.

I took the glass from Harry and stretched, the shirt raising slightly above my waist, showing my bruised and scarred back to the boy briefly, but I didn't realize it at the time.

As I was setting the glass down, Harry sat up completely. "Draco..."

"Yeah? What is it..?" I asked him, turning.

"Can I... See your back?" His expression was soft, but laced with worry.

His question was sudden; I wasn't expecting him to ask me that of all things. "Uhh... Sure, I guess."

I lifted the back of the shirt over my head, showing him the entire thing.

It was covered in small, scabbed-over cuts, bruises, and scars from my father. Harry slowly brought a hand to my back, lightly tracing over a particularly long scar on my left shoulder blade. I shivered at his touch. I guess you could consider it intimate in a way; I mean, we were sleeping in the same bed, and he was looking at the injuries to my back.

"Draco.... How did you get this one..?" He asked, putting the shirt back and looking at me.

"Well... When I was in second year, he kind of was mad that his plan to get Hogwarts shut down failed... That, and the fact that you had freed Dobby... So he took his anger out on me, and whipped me... I couldn't lay on my back for three weeks..." I rambled, not realizing that Harry was now hugging me.

"So basically it's my fault?" He asked, pulling away.

"No... It's his fault for being mental." I chuckled, wincing slightly as I got back under the covers and laid down.

He stayed silent as he did the same, laying back down. He soon sat back up, however, reaching over me to put his glasses back.

"You could've asked me to put them back, you know." I said, my face slightly pink.

"Didn't want to bother you." He shrugged, laying back down and closing his eyes. "Good night, Draco..." He said quietly, soon falling asleep.

"Night, Harry." I said, before he fell asleep.

I closed my eyes, and before sleep swept over me, I muttered, "Thank you..."