A newfound friendship (A Drarry Story) (8th year Drarry)

Chapter Nine ~ The morning after

Draco's POV:

I woke abruptly to the sound of a blaring alarm, sitting up to switch it off before realising it was not mine. I opened my eyes slightly but, found myself gripping my head in pain due to the brutal assault from the light. Noticing the red hangings I realised I must of stayed in the Gryffindor common room last night. Speaking of last night, it was a little bit of a blur, I only seem to remember small pieces from later on in the evening. I stretch, accidentally nudging Harry and causing him to groan.
I look over at him and feel my diaphragm contract.
He had one arm tucked behind his head the other resting by his side. His legs were parted slightly and his black boxers had risen up his thighs. The duvet no longer covered his body, but he didn't look cold. He looked hot in both senses of the word. His tanned skin worked nicely with the dark chest hair. His muscular arms were littered with scars as was his chest and sides.
He's body was very toned. He looked powerful even in slumber. I gently brushed his carved out abs with my fingertips, amusing myself with a comment I new Pansy would make. "Like a cobbled street," I whisper out loud to myself smiling and shaking my head. That girl was strange.
His chest shook slightly and I looked up to see wide, green eyes staring into me an amused expression on his face.
"If you say so Dray," he laughs and I quickly withdraw my hand. He lays on one side propping his head up on his hand.
I suddenly became aware of my own lack of clothing, growing very confused as to why I was wearing so little. I feel a insecure of my body in comparison to his muscular frame, and pull a duvet to cover more of me and crossing my arms across my body.
He frowns at me, taking my hand in his and placing my palm on the side of his face. I rub his cheek with my thumb gentle and he smiles putting his and over mine and closing his eyes.
He sits up slightly and pulls me to his chest, making the duvet slip off of me slightly.
I cuddle into his body and he rubs my back.
"How are you feelings this morning?" He asks.
"Bit rough, to be honest," I tell him, "but not as bad as I could have been. Why aren't we dressed? Last nights a little blurry in places."
He chuckled and I thoroughly enjoyed the rise and fall of his chest. "Nothing happened, Dray, we drunk, had a laugh, made plans and then we just got undressed and went to sleep. Why? What did you think happened?" He laughs patting my back.
"Oh no not like that," I felt my face turning pink, "I just don't remember getting undressed."
"Yeah I imagine. I did most of it for you, you were practically falling asleep," he smirks rolling his eyes.
"Oh sorry," I apologise feeling bad for going to bed too early instead of talking to him.
"Don't apologise, I could have done with an early night as well," he says.
"You know, I don't get nightmares when your asleep near me? I wonder why that is?" I tell him honestly.
He smiles and squeezes me tighter.
"Same Dray," he sighs loudly and rubs my back, "I've been alone all my life. I never felt safe when asleep, always saw it as letting my guard down. But when your here I don't feel so alone. I suspect it may be the same for you."
I ponder on this quietly, shifting my body up to put my head in the crook of his neck, laying on his shoulder.
"Yeah, it is the same. Most of my childhood was spent alone and scared of what I might find in my own house, and these past few months have been harrowing. I felt as if any one of those wretched reporters or protestors could get into my house at anytime. The safest I've ever felt at night was in the Slytherin dorms and I don't even have that anymore." He kisses the top of my head as I breathe out harshly and continue. "I do feel safe with you Harry, but I don't know why you feel safe with me," I laugh sarcastically, "I'm essentially just an intimidating coward, like father."
"How can you say that Draco?" He says sternly, pulling my body almost on top of his and staring down at me. "Draco I mean it. Don't say that again. You are not a coward, you are the least cowardly person I have ever met. You have got through years of being bullied by your own father. Merlin Dray, you lived in the same house as f**king Voldemort. No one else I know could have got through that. You've had hundreds of people tell you that your evil, you were put on trial for crimes you didn't commit, you had mobs after you and reporters and yet you have still come back to finish your education. And if that isn't enough you came out to the whole of Slytherin and therefore the entire school. You are so brave Draco, I think you are probably braver than I am. I'm proud to be your friend Dray, and of course I feel safe with you. Why wouldn't I? You are powerful, brave, extremely intelligent and most definitely the fiercest person I have ever met."
I listen to his rant, hugging him tightly. I let the tears filling my eyes finally fall dampening his chest.
I sniffed and he hitched my body up his bringing us face to face. He pressed his lips to my tear stained cheek. "Thank you Harry," I whisper hugging him tightly not knowing what else to say. I slide off him as he shifts to lay on his side propping his head up on his bent elbow. I follow suit facing him.
"So strong," he whispers and my heart flutters as he kisses my forehead. Stupid Potter making me feel things for him again. It's like 5th year all over again.
"So beautiful," his breath hits my lips as he kisses my cheek so very close to my mouth. I decide against forcing my mouth onto his, weather I want to or not, I definitely don't want to lose him as a friend, and I'm probably just being over emotional... again I think bitterly.
"Come on Dray we need to get ready for the day," he says cheerily casting a tempus to find its only six o'clock. First period doesn't start till 8:45, and breakfast starts at 7:30 so we have some time.
"Why has someone got an alarm set so early, none of you Gryffindors look as if you spend two plus hours getting ready.....no offence."
He laughs and nods. "It's Seamus, most likely, he often goes down to the pitch to get some laps in before breakfast. Ron and Dean sometimes go too.
Let's check." He waves his wand and a small section of the curtain becomes transparent. I instinctively cover myself and he laughs. "Don't worry, do you think I'd cast a spell where they could also see us."
I relax and sit up with him to look out.
The boy I recognised as Seamus was stuffing clothes into a quidditch bag, I must have frowned at the lack of care he was taking with his outfit for the day because Harry laughed and rolled his eyes at me.
"Are yu comin Ron? He asks in a thick Irish accent and I notice another boy also packing a bag. Dean I presume.
"Yeah, alright. Might as well." Ron replies. Getting out of bed, putting on muggle tracksuit bottoms and staring to pack his own bag.
"Nev's still asleep, he never goes with them. When they've gone I can quickly take you down to a safe place to turn back or you could just summon clothes and stuff and shower here," Harry says from beside me.
"That may be best to save time, but what if Neville wakes up while I'm in the shower and your sitting here?" I ask.
"Well he may just assume it's one of the other guys and go downstairs while he waits, but if he did realise it was you, it doesn't really matter he's fine with it," Harry assures me.
I turn my attention back the Harry's roommates.
"Do yu tink we should at least ask 'Arry?" Seamus asks and Ron shakes his head.
"No leave the bastard to sulk," Ron sneers and with that they all leave the room heading down to the quidditch pitch.
"Let's give it a few minutes and then we will shower. You can go first. Do you want to summon your stuff?"
I nod in responses and summon my stuff. Through the curtain I watch my neatly folded jeans, shirt, robe and boxers fly through the open window landing on Harry's bedside table. They are shortly followed by socks, my toiletry bag and two vials of hangover cure potion of my own making. I will put my clothes from yesterday in the basket under Harry's bed. The house elf's will return it to me.
Harry smiles at my neatly folded clothing rolling his eyes again. I hit him on the arm. He streaches, his back popping.
"Right then Dray, time to face the world," he sighs.
"Ugh do we have to," I groan, kneeling behind him and wrapping my arms around his neck.
"I'm afraid so, for how else will we conquer it," I can here the smirk in his voice as he refers to last nights conversation.
"Fair enough," I laugh, "but when we are in charge we will spend days just like this, just like last night."