*Third person p.o.v*

Harry awoke to the pleasant surprise of being the first one awake.

The other times he had slept in Malfoy's bed it had been Malfoy waking up first, but now Harry could hear his slowed breathing against his ear.

Malfoy was still holding him close to himself, and Harry doubted if he was actually even able to leave. Not that he wanted to, he simply just wondered.

And Malfoy had been so polite to wait for him to wake up the other times, so Harry supposed he'd return the favor.

Malfoy suddenly stirred behind him, Harry felt him cock his head just slightly upward, and he actually couldn't stop himself from smiling amusedly at the other side of the room when Malfoy's nose bumped into his neck.

Harry almost questioned if he was awake, but instead had to press his lips together to keep himself from laughing when Malfoy took a deep breath, and afterwards hugged Harry tighter to himself.

Did he smell really good or something? It took everything in Harry not to laugh.

Malfoy was seemingly still asleep; and so Harry decided that it was for the best not to wake him just to make fun of him. After all, Malfoy had been rather.. Nice, to him recently. So Harry felt almost as if he only owed him the same.

Which meant letting Malfoy sleep, and hug Harry tight to himself.

Harry then looked at Malfoy's hand, which wasn't far from his face, and took it carefully in his own.

Despite it being so disturbing, Harry just couldn't stop thinking about his hand.

Harry studied the veins on it, and the obvious size difference of his own hand and Malfoy's. Malfoy's hand seemed so much bigger than his own. His fingers were definitely longer than Harry's.

He wondered what his hand would look like on his skin, Malfoy's hand was more pale after all.

If it looked just like Harry had pictured it countless amount of times, Malfoy's hand looked good just about anywhere on his body.

Malfoy stirred behind him again, and Harry quickly dropped his hand, afraid that that was why he was moving, but then, Harry eyes widened.

..Malfoy was hard.

Pressed up against the back of his thighs.

Oh, Malfoy was so close to..

All Harry needed to do was..

He shook his head dismissively, and turned around in Malfoy's arms, "Malfoy."

Harry couldn't care less about not waking him up now; because he was quite literally about to pull down Malfoy's trousers.

He watched Malfoy's eyes flutter open, and he ended up letting go off Harry, much to Harry's dismay, to rub his eyes. "What?" His voice was hoarse, and rough, and just oh, so sexy, and Harry almost went under the covers and sucked him off.

"You're hard." Said Harry, trying to get himself to ignore the growing urge to beg Malfoy. Again.

Malfoy's cheeks colored, and he ended up smiling questingly at Harry. "Morning wood." Said Malfoy simply, sounding confused at how Harry was pointed it out, and embarrassed. if Harry was completely himself he would've probably humiliated him further, just because he was experiencing Malfoy being embarrassed for the very first time.

He would've done it if Malfoy didn't look so bloody hot.

"I can't.." Harry tried, desperately. "I can't," He repeated.

"Can't what?" Asked Malfoy quickly, he sounded almost concerned. "What?"

Harry lost it. Malfoy was just right there, so unbelievably attractive and so hard.

Harry leaned in and kissed him hard, making Malfoy suck in a sharp breath in surprise.

Harry pushed Malfoy's stupid arm out of the way so he could get on top of him, and Malfoy tilted his head, beginning to kiss him back passionately.

When Malfoy placed both his hands on Harry's thighs, setting free several butterflies in his stomach, Harry was suddenly very keen on the idea of riding him. Riding Malfoy seemed like a really good idea. Especially right now.

He pressed himself down against Malfoy's erection, and when he moaned into Malfoy's mouth Malfoy tried to pull away, annoyingly enough, but ended up having no luck in doing so.

Harry kept his hands firm on the back of his neck, desperately trying to keep him there, kissing him.

When Harry tried grinding on him again, Malfoy groaned, his hands leaving Harry's thighs, and ended up on his arms instead.

He flipped them over, and Harry gasped very audibly.

Malfoy was suddenly on top of him, pinning his arms down to the bed.

And the position only made Harry's mind go crazier.

"Potter—"

But Harry was already back to begging; "Please fuck me, Malfoy. I want you so badly, please—"

"Potter, control yourself." Malfoy suddenly hissed at him, both looking and sounding frustrated.

"Please, please, please." Harry whimpered shamelessly, and Malfoy let go of him with a deep sigh, sitting down properly on the bed.

Letting go of him was obviously a mistake, because Harry was already on him again, settling in his lap. "Malfoy, please. I promise I'll be quiet afterwards. I won't ask you again. It's all I want." Harry tried to kiss him again, but Malfoy moved out of reach.

"Stop that!" Harry demanded, getting a hold of Malfoy's black t-shirt, forcing him close again.

He leaned in and smashed their lips together again, but it was mere seconds before Malfoy pushed him so hard he fell off of his lap, and off the bed.

Harry landed on the floor, staring up at Malfoy in disbelief. He found Malfoy already looking down at him with what seemed to be worry. "You're such a prick!"

The worried look quickly washed off Malfoy's face, and Harry watched as he took a deep breath and facepalmed.

"I hate you!" Said Harry then loudly. Why did Malfoy always have to push him away when he wanted him the most?

Malfoy snapped his head up, "I know you do, but can you keep your voice down?" He asked, Harry watching him with crossed arms and narrowed eyes. If Malfoy was afraid the rest of the Slytherins would hear them, Harry was going to give him something to be afraid of them hearing.

"I don't think I will!" Said Harry, standing back up, and Malfoy followed him. "I hate Draco Malfoy! Wait—" Harry started, but Malfoy pressed his hand against his mouth, silencing him.

Harry stared at him, Malfoy's jaw clenching.

Harry licked the palm of his hand, out of pure curiosity just to see if his hand tasted as delicious as it looked, and Malfoy rolled his eyes. "You know, Potter, you are such a child—"

Harry pushed his hand away, "I'm the child?! You're the one covering my mouth!"

"Cause you won't stop yelling!"

Harry found it ridiculous that Malfoy was mad at the fact that Harry was yelling, when he was now yelling himself. "But I don't understand! I want this so much! Why won't you just..?" Said Harry, and Malfoy began shaking his head.

"Because you're.. You.." When Malfoy looked at him momentarily, he looked so incredibly troubled it almost made Harry feel hurt. "..I have to lock you up somewhere." Malfoy looked like he actually didn't know what to do, and Harry watched him begin to pace back and forth.

Malfoy ran a hand through his own hair frustratedly, tugging at it. Harry found himself imagining that it was him doing it and not Malfoy himself.

Malfoy suddenly stopped up, and looked at Harry with a look on his face he couldn't quite read. "I don't think you can sleep next to me anymore,"

Harry didn't know what he'd expected him to say, but it certainly wasn't that. "What? You can't be serious—"

"We'll put up a wall, a door. That way I can still be close but i'm not there." Said Malfoy, looking around the room as if in thought, and Harry frowned.

"No. I don't want to. I want to sleep in your bed—"

"But you can't. Obviously." Malfoy sat down on his own bed and Harry followed him.

"I can! Why are you taking everything away from me—"

"Because you don't mean a word you're saying!" Malfoy snapped, and Harry stared at him, feeling so hurt it almost surprised himself. He quickly decided he didn't like it when Malfoy was genuinely mad at him.

Harry almost couldn't believe it.

There was no way he wasn't going to sleep in Malfoy's bed again. He needed the sleep, needed the safety, the comfort.

"I'm going to go talk to Severus," Said Malfoy, standing up again, despite having just sat down, and Harry grabbed his arm.

"No! Don't! Please don't." Harry pleaded, but Malfoy looked unfazed by it.

"Potter, leave this to those who actually have some rationality left." Said Malfoy, and Harry's grip on his arm tightened.

Harry wanted to punch Malfoy for even considering putting up some stupid wall or whatever he was planning. "I like it when you hold me. Please don't take that away from me."

Malfoy looked away from Harry for a moment, and Harry hoped he would just surrender, because he was doubting how he would possibly survive if there was a wall between them, but the look Malfoy gave him afterwards made him lose hope. "I don't care. You can't—"

"You make me feel safe! I can't sleep properly without feeling protected." Harry didn't care if he was telling one of the things about him no one — Except Hermione and Ron — Knew about him. He just needed to convince Malfoy to let him sleep in his bed.

"We'll see how it works out." Said Malfoy, and Harry thought for a moment that he meant it as in agreeing to continue like they did now, but then he spoke again. "I'll ask Severus if there is any opportunity of splitting the room into two."

* * * * * *

Harry hadn't felt so miserable for a while.

He'd walked back in the dorm dreadfully, with his whole entire body kind of feeling like it was on fire, after having morning classes with Parkinson, Zabini and Malfoy. He'd ignored Malfoy the entire time, not that there was anything to ignore, Malfoy hadn't said a word to him since this morning either, and when Harry opened the door to the dorm, he was met with a dull grey wall.

It had made a kind of small hall, left leading to the door to Harry's room, and right leading to Malfoy's room.

Harry gazed up at Malfoy, who simply said nothing, and walked down the new hall, opening the door to his room, and closing it behind him without as much as just looking at Harry for a second.

Harry stood there for a while. Staring at the closed door.

This was so unfair.

Malfoy had put up some stupid wall, that Harry was considering breaking down even though he probably didn't have the strength for it, for something he couldn't control.

Malfoy was such a git.

Harry decided in the end that Malfoy probably wasn't gonna come out until classes resumed, and walked down the hall to his own door.

He usually would've spend it with Ron and Hermione, he always spend the free periods with them, but he just had to see if Malfoy had kept the ridiculous, foolish, overall just the worst idea he'd ever gotten, promise.

Harry opened the door to his 'new dorm', and blinked as he stepped inside.

It looked like his and Malfoy's dorm had just been split in half, the room was simply smaller and without Malfoy's faded black side of the room there.

There had just been put up this dull, thin grey wall up, merely for the reason that Harry shouldn't be able to see nor hear Malfoy.

It drove him insane already.

"Malfoy?" Harry found himself knocking on Malfoy's door, standing right outside, and Malfoy was quick to open it.

Malfoy leaned against the doorframe, "What?"

"..I was wondering if.." Harry trailed off, not knowing what to say. He quite literally just wanted to be able to see him and hear him. Maybe even touch him.

Malfoy looked down at him, looking bored.

Harry frowned, feeling hurt all over again, for some reason. He just didn't want Malfoy to look at him like that.

"I just want to be with you." Said Harry finally, deciding to be honest.

Malfoy's expression softened slightly, thank Merlin because Harry felt like crying when he looked at him like that, and he took a step back, letting Harry walk inside.

Harry couldn't refrain himself from quickly walking over and sitting down on Malfoy's bed. It was so comfy, and felt better than Harry's own now. Mostly because Malfoy was usually in it, and it sort of.. Smelled like him. Which Harry kind of, just kind of, liked.

Malfoy gazed at him for a second, before settling by the desk, which, to Harry, felt too far away.

He was used to being close to Malfoy now, sitting with him in classes, being with him after classes, and only not being right by his side during lunch, dinner or breakfast.

Harry watched him, laying on his stomach and propped up on his elbows, seeing Malfoy practice a charms spell.

"Malfoy?"

"I'm trying to concentrate." Said Malfoy shortly, and Harry blinked repeatedly at the tone.

Had he really messed up so bad?

He stood up from the bed, and walked over, standing beside Malfoy.

Malfoy gave him a side-glance, but said nothing.

What was wrong with him? Surely Harry couldn't have upset him this much?

He gave Malfoy's arm an experimenting touch, and Malfoy quickly moved his arm out of reach. "Stop."

Harry frowned. Malfoy moved away like his touch had burned him or something. "Why are you like this?" Harry found himself saying.

Malfoy ignored him.

"Malfoy," Harry watched him mumble a spell under his breath, and then grimacing when nothing happened. Malfoy wasn't concentrated enough.

"Malfoy." Harry grabbed his wand, and Malfoy gave him a sharp look.

"Potter, stop it." Malfoy snatched his wand back, and Harry sighed.

"Then talk to me." Said Harry.

Malfoy's eyes met his for a split second, before Malfoy just turned around in his seat and continued with the homework.

Harry ignored how hurt he felt as he then stormed out the room, leaving Malfoy alone to do his apparently oh, so important charms homework, slamming the door.

* * * * * *

"What's wrong?"

Harry had been feeling like just vanishing into thin air as soon as dinner started.

He craved Malfoy's touch, craved the sound of his voice, and just.. Craved Malfoy in general.

"Malfoy's a git." Harry mumbled.

"Why's he a git? What's he done now?" Asked Ron, his mouth full of food, Hermione looking at him with a look that could only mean 'Stop speaking with your mouth full, Ronald.'

Harry pushed the food on his plate around with his fork, "..He's mad at me."

"Why's he mad at you, Harry?" Hermione scooted closer to him in interest, and Harry looked up at her.

"..I don't know."

Which was partly true.

The last time Harry had done something like he'd done this morning, Malfoy had forgiven him and acted completely normal as soon as Harry had come to his senses again, but this time he was just pushing him away for no reason.

"He's.. Well, I.. I kind of lost control, but—" Ron grimaced, as if imagining Harry all over Malfoy. "I've done it before, and he's forgiven me. Now he's just.. He's kind of ignoring me. And when I get his attention, he sounds upset."

Hermione furrowed her eyebrows, seeming in thought. "..Maybe he's rethinking things."

"What could he possibly be rethinking?" Asked Harry, giving Hermione an annoyed expression.

Hermione then pressed her lips together, signaling that she didn't have an answer. Harry almost scoffed at her.

"You lost control?" Asked Ron then, and Harry blushed a little, unwillingly.

"Not.. It was nothing, really." Said Harry nervously.

"That doesn't matter." Said Hermione, and Harry cleared his throat awkwardly. "How does he seem upset? I mean, more than he usually does."

Ron gave Hermione a small amused smile.

Harry looked back down at his plate, "He won't let me touch him."

"Touch him?" Came Ron's voice, sounding slightly concerned.

Harry couldn't help but laugh shortly, he really didn't feel like it, but Ron always managed to make him laugh. "Not like that."

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