To Dare You

Chapter Fourteen

A/N: Oh my god, thanks so much for 700 reads!! I cannot believe it!! Eeee!

"Psst! Malfoy!"

"Huh?" Draco sat up slowly, trying not to wake the sleeping brunette. His eyes adjusted so he could see the figure stooping over him. "Granger?"

"Yes, sorry for waking you, I just want to tell you something."

"I'm half listening, after all, you woke me from my beauty sleep," He snapped quietly, making sure Harry was still sleeping.

"Sorry." She repeated. "I just came to tell you... treat Harry right, Malfoy. Don't break his heart. He's been through enough."

"What?" Draco hissed back. "We aren't dating."

"Shut your trap, I just walked into the room finding Harry sleeping, head rested on you, and you with your arm around him?"

"Okay, Granger, you're smart, so I can't lie, I like him. A lot, but he certainly is going through a hard time so I can't bombard him like that!"

"Yes, just wait, Malfoy. Seriously. He's been talking about you in his sleep while hugging you." She told him.

"Huggin-"

"Ferret, are you brain dead? I know about it! I'm not dumb!"

"Yes, I'm aware."

She nodded and walked off before the blonde could question how the girl had gotten into the room. "Seriously though, if you do something to him, I will hex you into the oblivion," she warned.

Draco shook his head exasperatedly and lay back down, wrapping his free arm around the boy who scooted closer to him, nuzzling his face into Draco's side in his sleep.

Either Harry really, really liked the blonde, or he was having a hard time in general. Draco could only wrap his selfish mind around the first idea.

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Harry awoke tangled with Draco, but made no effort to un-tangle and just sat there in the same position.

Draco was wide awake, but stayed as well, unintentionally making Harry think he was sleeping. Friends do this... right? As much as he wanted to be, well, more than just friends, being friends alone with The Chosen One was better than enemies.

"Morning," Harry laughed as Draco squirmed around in his 'sleep.'

"Morning Potter." He untapped himself, and sat up. "Sorry." He mumbled.

"It's, okay?" He replied questioningly. "It really is," He said as Draco's cheeks flustered. "But," Draco's face paled. "I actually want to know, why do I somehow always wake up to you snuffling me or something? Like, is that what friends do these days?" He laughed.

"Oh, umm." He covered his face with his hand nonchalantly. "I don't know, as I said, I just don't have many close friends and it just, well, different for me and I get really sucked up in the mess."

"So this cuddling shit," He raised his eyebrows. "Is only friendly, right?" He hoped it wasn't. Yeah, too far. Malfoy obviously didn't like him the way he did. Most of the time he cuddled him in his sleep, and most he would do when awake was lean against him or hug him.

"Yes, Potter, why, do you wish for more?" He smirked, yet still blushing. Merlin, he blushed a lot. Too much, even.

"No, maybe less." He lied, sitting up as well. "Shower?" He asked, rolling his eyes as Draco pouted playfully and spoke, "Come on Potter, you're my cuddle buddy, even as a human!"

"That sounds so wrong in many ways." He grumbled. "But seriously, shower?"

Draco nodded.

Harry had to make his hair fluffy, he just had to. How, he did not know, maybe not combing it to stick in different directions crazily? Yeah, probably. He thought, laughing to himself.

"Potter, I'm done!" Draco poked his back as Harry just stood, staring at the wall blankly.

"Oh, okay, sorry." He apologized as Draco faced the wall, wearing a dark green suit and a silver right, a snake wrapped around it. Of course it has a snake, he thought as he removed his clothed and slipping into the warm shower. Massaging shampoo through his hair, he noticed Draco shaking slightly, but thought nothing of.

"Almost done?" Draco asked as Harry turned the water off and began dressing.

"Yes Malfoy, patience." He laughed as he dressed to a plain grey tee with black suit-like pants. He dried his hair with a flick of the want, and, to his amazement, his hair looked identical to the pictures Draco had drawn. "Done, lets go," He told Draco, leading the way out, smirking at himself for looking better than normal.

"Breakfast?" Draco asked, as they stood at their portrait of a ferret, quite ironically. He stared at Harry's hair. Or his forehead, but probably not his forehead.

"Sure, love," Harry teased, nudging him playfully, receiving the cutest glare.

"Shut up!" He mumbled.

"No." Harry hugged him tightly as they walked down many, many stairs. "I don't want to, love." It was all very obviously a joke, but what would be amazing was for them to call each other that normally, not playfully.

Draco pouted.

"Fine!" Harry laughed, letting him go from his grasp and swinging his hands as he walked, a smile displayed on his pink face. "Love." He grinned even more as Draco flushed and smacked his face, a but harder then he expected. "Geez, rude much?"

"If you expect me to say sorry, no, Potter."

"Rude." Harry faked being sad, hoping Draco would notice. Harry didn't want to get on his bad side after their friendship, so decided to leave it there.

Less people stared, as most had known what had happened.

"Slytherins?" Draco asked, ignoring the shorter boys comment. He saw Harry debating in his mind and decided to pull him towards the table at the far end before the boy could choose his table.

A/N: Short chapter, very sorry!! I really, really want to write cuddling but, well, thats not really what friends do, lol.