JUST A REMINDER YOU ARE READING THE OLD VERSION, THIS IS NOT THE MOST UP TO DATE VERSION. THE MOST UP TO DATE VERSION IS EITHER THE RED COVER (MATURE) OR THE BLUE COVER (CLEAN VERSION).

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Draco stood outside Dumbledore's office with his hands in his pocket, watching as the rest of the inquisitor squad turned the corner down the corridor, faces twisted with excitement and victory. But Draco couldn't bring himself to pretend that he was happy they caught Dumbledore's Army.

Frankly, the liked the concept of it.

He leant against the wall, staring at the floor. Footsteps approached.

"Congratulations," Blaise said, "you won the bet."

"The bet was stupid. If we didn't have the bet, I could have been able to prevent this. What if he gets expelled?"

Blaise frowned. "I'm not sure."

"If not expelled, his hand will fall off from being tortured. I don't even think he remembers the bet. I'm the one who always thought about it. I always have to win, and look, now I've lost. He was trying to help people."

"He always helps people. It's what he does. It wasn't your fault, you were doing what you were told."

"And I wish I didn't. I wish I had the guts to stand up to her. To stand up to my father. I don't believe in them, I believe in Harry."

"Yeah, I can tell from the hickey."

Draco snapped up and covered his neck.

"You should probably start wearing turtleneck's if that's what you and him are going to be up to."

"Shut up." His hand unconsciously fell to his necklace, and he hooked a finger on it, feeling the I love you lettering with his thumb.

Blaise just laughed.

Suddenly the door slammed open. Kingsley, Umbridge, and Minister Fudge stormed out of Dumbledores office, Umbridge's high pitched squeaking overstepping Fudge. They were too uptight to notice them.

Draco gripped his wand's handle, but didn't draw it. "I'd love to just curse her. Wouldn't you?"

"Tell me about it." Blaise wasn't the one who answered. Instead, Harry stood in his place. Blaise winked and followed Umbridge's direction to the moving staircases.

"Hey you," Draco turned to him. "Are you okay?"

Harry didn't say anything. "Dumbledore took the blame."

"That's good?"

Harry shook his head. "None of this is good. I can't tell you out here."

"Then let's go to our place."

"I'm not allowed outside the castle. I'm not allowed to be with people, really."

"She said that?"

"Basically."

"That doesn't mean we can't walk together. Where's your cloak? "

"Hermione borrowed it to get to the lesson. It's probably in the Room of Requirement. Or, maybe she grabbed it, I'm not sure."

Ha, Draco wanted to say, I knew it was the Room of Requirement, as if he won, as if he was happy about it, but he didn't because he wasn't. "Do you want to go check?"

"Yeah. Don't want Umbridge getting her hands on it. I'll see you later."

"How about I walk you there?"

Harry looked at him as if he were crazy. "Yeah, we should hold hands too, so when Umbridge catches us she can write a proclamation. Harry Potter is not allowed to have any contact with Draco Malfoy. And then we can get Snape to break us up again. And while we're at it, let's just write a letter to Voldemort."

Draco crossed his arms. "I'm sorry. I just don't think that you should be alone right now."

"I want to be."

"You don't need to be though. I can try to help make you feel better. I'm sure talking it out will blow off some steam."

"If it means I don't have to talk to all the people I just let down, yeah. That actually sounds really nice."

The began walking together, vigilant in making sure no one else was around. They reached a long stretch of empty corridor, but Harry stopped them.

"Do you hear footsteps?"

"Ours." Draco looked behind them.

"Maybe we should split up. I'll meet you there."

"Okay."

They separated, but Draco still felt someone's eyes on him. Probably paranoia.

When they arrived, the once destroyed wall from Umbridge's blast had already repaired itself and Harry was peaking in the door.

"It's not here. Hermione must've grabbed it." Harry shut the door, but Draco remained still.

"So how does this room work?"

"You pace three times and the room will make what you require. Really not that far of a stretch from the name."

"So if we needed a room to hang out... that wasn't outside of the castle..." Draco looked at him, and Harry met his wavelength. The Gryffindor then paced three times and a door appeared. They rushed inside.

Before the door even shut, Harry started talking. "Did you know? Honestly. Did you help, were you apart of this?"

"No, and that's the truth. Umbridge called me into her office not five minutes before we came to see you. She told me, she knew it from Chang. I didn't even know Chang was with her." Then Draco's frown continued. "I'm so sorry, if I would have know, I would have tried to stop it— I really would have." Harry looked up at him and nodded, though the sadness remained firm on his face. "Teacher? That sounds amazing. You'd be so good at that."

"Apparently not good enough."

"It's not your fault. It's Chang's, really. Well, Umbridge probably tortured her, so really it was Umbridge."

"You're really defending Cho Chang."

"Never a day in my life and you're lucky I didn't hex her lips shut. Bloody kissing you... so close, I was so close to turning to her and saying Harry thinks I'm a better kisser, but I didn't. You're welcome. My self control should be awarded."

Harry didn't laugh. Instead, he turned to the room. It was definitely cozy. There were big, lumpy couches, a fireplace, and big windows that let in beads of the orange sunset. The walls were cream-colored and matched soft carpeting.

Harry took off his robe and hung it on one of two hooks. He then kicked off his shoes. Draco followed behind him, and he tried reaching out to Harry's forehead, stroking his bangs behind his ear, but Harry didn't lean into it like he normally did.

"It's not you fault."

"It doesn't matter if it was my fault or not. I helped formed it. Because of me, everyone in that room is going to have this." He held up his fist and pointed at the scar on the top of his hand. I must not tell lies.

He then walked away and dove on the couch, his jaw sharp. Draco walked to him and took a seat on the floor next to him.

"I just wanted to do my best. I wanted to help people." Draco grabbed his hand and squeezed it. "All I did was make things worse."

"I disagree. You took a stand. People learned. What was it like? Tell me about classes."

"I taught defense," he looked up at him. "Today we were doing Patronuses." And then he smiled, a certain light in his eyes. "It was amazing, really. Corporal patronuses everywhere. Neville did amazing, Ron, Hermione, Pavati."

"Longbottom," Draco raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

Harry nodded. "Same with Nigel. He's just a kid, but he did great."

"You're a kid. We're kids."

"I don't feel like one. I don't think I've ever felt like one. Not a proper one."

Draco remembered a conversation he had with Pansy in fourth year. Your father brainwashed you. Don't you think you need to be a kid, too? "You make me feel like a kid."

"Is that supposed to be a good thing?"

"Carelessly happy," he clarified, and Harry's anxiety became a background instead of the forefront. "So go on, how do you cast a patronus?"

"Well, you need a happy memory."

"I've got plenty of those because of you."

Harry blushed, caught off guard with how violently the butterflies in his stomach fluttered. "That's a kind thing to say."

"It's true. Come on, teach me." Draco pulled at his hand and stood.

They walked into a more open area, one closer to the bed. And then they realized, there was a bed.

Draco pulled out his wand and took proper form. Harry snaked behind him.

"So you move your hand like this." Harry covered his palm and showed him the movement. And then he moved forward, putting his hand low on Draco's hip. Draco leaned back against him. "And think of the happiest memory you have."

Draco smiled. "Okay."

Harry leant his head on Draco's shoulder. "And say the incantation."

Draco's heart beat in his ears. At this point, he didn't really care about the incantation. He was much more interested in Harry's lips. "Expecto Patronum."

A small bead of light frothed and twirled in front of his wand

"Damn it, not corporal."

"It's okay," Harry said. "You'll get it. It takes practice."

"I'm sorry, I'm a bit distracted by the thought of you treating your other students this way."

"No, that'd be unprofessional. Just you."

"Good because I'd lose my mind."

Harry kissed his neck and then he laughed into it. "I wanted you to join the DA, you know. I really thought hard about it, but I just didn't want conflict between you and my friends. I'm kind of glad you didn't because I feel like this would be us the entire time, I wouldn't have gotten anything done."

"You say that like it's a bad thing." Draco turned to him and sniggered.

Harry looked deep into his eyes, reaching to kiss him, but then he stopped himself as a strange, random thought crossed his mind. "Have you ever had pizza before?"

"What's that?"

Harry's mouth dropped and he unraveled himself from Draco's embrace. "No way!"

"What is it?"

"It's this... It's bread that's flat and in the shape of a circle, and it's topped with tomato sauce and cheese, and whatever you want, really. That's the basic definition."

"That sounds boring."

"It's delicious!"

"Where did this even come from? We were just about to make out."

"Pizza is just as good as making out."

"That's a serious statement you just said there. I have yet to encounter a single solitary thing better than snogging."

Harry smiled. "We talked about it today before class. Because Ron's never had it either, and then we had this whole tally of who's had pizza and who hasn't and it was a near perfect number of people born into magical family not having pizza and anyone who lived in or by the muggle world did."

"What's the big deal?"

"I love it because you order in, it's not something you make."

"Order in?"

"Someone drives it to you. You call in."

"Call?"

"On a phone. It's a phone, a rectangle that muggles speak into and they can hear each other, but they're not in the same room, they're in different places."

"That's cool. Like, your voice."

"Yeah."

"So, in theory, if I had one of these call things, I could talk to you when you're in your common room and I'm in mine? Or with

"Exactly!"

Draco's eyes glittered with curiosity. "That's actually really cool. Do you think you could get us a phone?"

"That'd be fun, though knowing us, we'd never shut up, I'd probably get in trouble for talking twenty two out of the twenty four hours of the day."

Draco snorted. "Any way, this pizza thing. It's food?"

"Yeah. You can make it yourself, but I never had to because we would call a restaurant and they would bring it to us, so it was a night that I never had to cook for the Dursley's, and Dudley would always ask for extras, so I knew that I would be able to just... stuff my face without anyone noticing. There was a few times, too, when I snuck out of my cupboard and I would get a few cold pieces any eat them at two in the morning. It was the best."

Draco held Harry's hand. "Have I ever told you I hate your family? Maybe I have, but I think about it quite often. Like, who could look at you and do that to you? You're amazing, you're the most amazing person."

"Who could do that to anyone?"

"One day, Harry. I swear to you. Anyway, this food contraption, am I supposed to try it."

"Yeah, maybe we could go to the kitchens—" A whooshing sound interrupted his sentence, and they looked over to the table, where at least ten pizzas appeared out of no where. "I love magic so much." The moved to the table, Harry's eyes wide and hungry. He reached for one of the cheese pizzas and pulled a slice away. "To start small."

"It's a circle," Draco furrowed his brows, "but you eat it in triangle form?"

"Exactly."

"I need a fork." One appeared but Harry quickly swatted it out of Draco's hand.

"No! You have to eat it with your hands."

Draco stared at him. "Do I look like an animal?"

"No forks allowed. Grab it like this." Harry demonstrated, but Draco still kept still. Then Harry offered his piece to him and shoved it close to his mouth. "Open."

Draco winced and then did, reaching forward and taking a minuscule bite. The cheese was melty and he had to move his head back, it followed him until Harry pulled the pizza away from him breaking the string.

Harry had the luxury of watching Draco's face change from one of disgust to curiosity to enjoyment.

"That's good. Merlin, that's good," he chewed. Then he grabbed the slice from Harry and took a bigger bite. Harry couldn't help but laugh and grab his own.

"You can put all sorts of things on them. Peppers, olives, meat, onions, mushrooms, pineapple. I mean, there's different types of pizza, different sauces, different cheeses and shapes and crusts as you can see."

"What's this one?" He reached for another. The crust was thicker.

"Deep dish. A kind in The States, I think."

Draco tried it, and it was good too.

"Then there's thin crust and thick crust. Stuffed crust. Veggie, meaty, mixed."

"This is the best day," Draco chewed.

Draco tried as many has he could and Harry laughed alongside him, enjoying Draco's company, enjoying not having to worry about food because Draco wanted him to eat. Harry felt safe eating with him.

Collapsing on the couch, Draco undid his belt and threw it to the side. "I have never been so full in my life."

Harry smiled at him. "I'm glad you enjoyed it."

Draco fully welcomed Harry to cuddle up against him. The sunset had dimmed and the stars were visible through the ceiling-high windows.

"I don't want to see my friends."

"Then don't. We can stay there tonight. There's a bed. It'll be nice to sleep on something that isn't the ground."

"Yeah, we could have a sleep over."

"Hm? Sleep overs? Do tell."

"I didn't think they were specifically muggle."

"I've never had one. Maybe I'm just sheltered."

"Dudley had them all time. You invite your friends over and you just hang out all night. You can watch the telly, play games, share stories. Then you sleep together."

Draco blushed and looked down at Harry. "I-In what context?"

"You know... sleeping. Not... oh. No. Not that way. I mean, I guess if it's just you and your partner I-if you're ready to do something like that. And of course, no parents around, because that would be really awkward..."

"So alone with partner with no supervision."

Heat crawled up Harry's neck. "If you're ready to do... if you both want to, if you think it's time... to do something like that."

"And what if they're not sure if they are or not and they haven't thought about it enough?" Draco bit his lip.

"Then it's totally fine. It's good," Harry said, "Sleepovers can still be a lot of fun."

Harry got up and Draco watched him, however did not expect what he was going to do.

Harry grabbed one of the fluffy couch pillows and hit him with it.

"What the hell!"

"Sorry, I really wanted to do that."

"For what reason," Draco took the pillow and launched it back at him.

"Muggles do it. It looked fun."

"Muggles just throw things at each other?" He stood and maneuvered to the back of the couch, waiting for Harry to hit him again. Harry tried his best to hit him, but Draco ducked behind the couch, crawled to the side table.

"You can't just hide behind that lamp, no fair—"

By time Harry had said the sentence, Draco had gripped the lamp and launched it in his direction. Harry threw himself to the side and it crashed on the floor, his mouth open wide. "This is a stupid game, you could get hurt."

"The pillows! Not any object in sight!" Harry looked at him in bewilderment. "The safe, soft, fluffy pillows. It's a pillow fight! "

"You didn't say that," Draco argued.

"Let's just relive the dropping me fifty feet off a broomstick why don't we."

"That was your fault!"

"You know, you're going to be my downfall. Not Voldemort."

Draco snorted. "So just pillows then? Muggles are lame. They don't know how to properly fight." Draco pulled out his wand quickly and cast a rictusempra.

Harry staggered backwards and laughed, leaning against one of the tables as the charm tickled him.

"Not fair."

"How so?"

"You can't just decide we're dueling without letting me know."

"You can't just decide we're having a pillow fight without letting me know." He cast another one but Harry stepped out of the way.

There was a playful whisper on Draco's face, hidden behind mischief.

Harry cast one back, but Draco anticipated it and cast one back. "Guess you're not that good of a teac—"

Harry cast a protego and the spell went straight back at him.

"What were you saying," Harry cocked an eyebrow.

They fought back and forth, casting spells.

And then it was happy beads of light, enough to tickle and push, but never enough to harm. And they ducked and cast and laughed.

Harry got the upper hand. "Levicorpous!"

Draco flipped upside down and floated in the air, his wand dropping on the floor. "Hey!"

Harry strutted over to him, their faces close so close. "Nice beating you."

"You should be glad that I wasn't in those classes of yours. You're really hot when you fight. I'd be way too distracted."

"Me too."

Harry released him, and held out his arms to catch him. He carried him to the bed and placed him down on it. Draco grabbed his tie and pulled him down for a kiss.

Cuddling came after kissing, they both slightly in awe that they were in a bed together but didn't make too much out of it to keep it from being awkward.

It wasn't long before Harry yawned.

"Tired?"

"Long day."

Draco nodded and kissed his cheek.

"Thank you for having a sleepover with me."

Draco grinned. "I'm sorry for catching you."

"Wasn't your fault."

"Wasn't yours either."

Harry took a deep breath. "Fine."

"Mmm."

It was nearly an hour later, when they both were fast asleep, when the door to the Room of Requirement opened and closed, but neither Draco nor Harry was the one who stepped out.