Blush

"For the love of god! Is nothing sacred anymore?"

Harry shifted in the large feather bed, which occupied most of the room in the Head Boy dorm, and yawned. He wasn't quite sure why Draco Malfoy was screaming in the washroom and, still half asleep, couldn't really make out what he was screaming either. So, being the perfect boyfriend, he rolled over and went back to sleep. Five minutes passed and Harry was once again awoken by Draco's voice.

"I do not care if it is dangerous, just get this bloody thing off of my face," Draco screamed, almost hysterical, at presumably someone or something. Harry hoped he was not having another argument with the mirror.

"But...but master Malfoy, Dobby does not wish to hurt master Malfoy."

Harry sat up, that was Dobby Draco was yelling at. Now what was Draco Malfoy and Dobby the house elf doing fighting in Draco's washroom? Harry quickly put on his glasses and robe.

"Draco," he called out cautiously as he approached the washroom door, "are you ok?"

Harry heard him shriek before responding, "I'm fine, go back to sleep Harry." Draco's voice was higher than normal and he sounded slightly panicked.

There was no chance that Draco would have an affair with a house elf, he just wouldn't, Harry was sure of it. Then again, Draco had slept with Pansy and she wasn't much of an improvement to Dobby in Harry's eyes. The thought made Harry lunge at the door and through it. The scene that awaited him wasn't quite what he had pictured, but close. Draco had Dobby pinned against the wall with one arm and the other was holding a towel to his nose.

"Harry! What are you doing here?" Draco asked wide-eyed. He released Dobby who scrambled to hide behind Harry. The towel however remained pressed against his nose.

"Well you see Draco, I was sleeping, all nice and comfortable when someone screaming at the top of their lungs woke me up."

Draco stiffened and raised his towel covered nose. "I was not screaming, Malfoys do not scream. We express our opinions in loud clear voices."

Harry sighed. "Okay sure, what ever you say. Just tell me why you were threatening Dobby and put down the towel."

"No!" Draco shouted, or rather expressed loud and clearly.

Exasperated, Harry sighed yet again. "Don't make me tickle you Malfoy."

Draco's eyes narrowed and he glared at Harry from behind the towel. "You wouldn't."

"I will if you make me."

Dobby, seeing his chance for escape quickly ran out of the room. It had become a well-known fact since 6th year that Draco was horribly ticklish after he was attacked by Pansy in the great hall. She thought it would be cute and flirty and of course, a chance to get into his pants. Needless to say, Draco had not appreciated Pansy revealing to the whole school his only weakness and Draco ensured that she would never pull a stunt like that again. Harry however was another story. Draco enjoyed having his hands all over him.

"I...it's..." Draco stuttered and looked away from Harry, "I have a pimple."

Harry tried not to laugh, to keep a straight face. He took a step towards Draco.

"Don't come near me, I'm hideous. I don't want you to see me like this."

Rolling his eyes, Harry walked up to Draco and yanked the towel out of his hands. He had to admit the glowing red spot really did stand out against Draco's pale skin, and of course it was right on the tip of his nose making it quite hard to miss. Draco pouted as Harry inspected the pimple.

"Well why don't you just magic it away?"

"I would...if I knew how," Draco confessed as his cheeks began to colour, "this is the first time I've ever been in this situation. Which was why I was commanding Dobby to do it for me. The insolent fool though refused and went on and on about how dangerous it could be and how it could ruin my complexion and...that was where I slammed him against the wall."

Harry moved closer to Draco and wrapped his arms around his waist. "You could always cover it with make-up, that's what Hermione usually does, she says it's much easier to deal with than cosmetic spells," he murmured into Draco's ear, nibbling on his earlobe.

"Stop distracting me," Draco said pushing Harry away, "not now...maybe later. This is serious Harry."

As Draco paced across the washroom, Harry couldn't help but notice how good he looked. Black silk pyjama bottoms cling to his hips and the matching silk top was unbuttoned, revealing Draco's smooth chest and tight stomach. Quidditch was obviously very good exercise. The boy's blonde hair was tousled and Harry's eyes followed Draco's fingers as he combed them through the tresses.

"This make-up, muggle cosmetics correct?" Draco asked forcing Harry to concentrate on the problem at hand.

Harry nodded.

"Do you know how to use it?"

"Me? No I've never put on make-up Draco. I'm pretty sure even Hermione only knows the basics and..."

"Shut up Harry. Just go get her," Draco ordered.

"And bring her here?" Harry was shocked. It wasn't that no one knew about Harry and Draco's relationship. In fact, everyone except Professor Sprout, Binns and Trelawney knew. Gryffindors believed that Harry was milking Draco for information about Voldemort and the Death Eaters and was using him. Slytherins believed that Draco was milking Harry for information about Dumbledore and The Order of the Phoenix and was using him. The rest of the students believed that Harry had finally cracked under the pressure of being Voldemort's nemesis and was indulging in a kinky bondage fetish relationship with Draco, who was obviously taking advantage of the situation. Only Hermione and Ron truly knew that the hate between Harry and Draco had finally crashed over the line, turning into a lot of lust and love in the second floor boys' washroom one night. Ron of course had been horribly disgusted, and a tad jealous. After all, both Draco and Harry had finally come out of the closet to play with each other and not him. One cannot help but feel left out. Hermione was more understanding, but Harry still felt wrong about brining her to Draco's rooms.

"Yes, yes, bring her and her make-up here. This is an emergency."

"Alright," Harry agreed hesitantly and walked back to the bedroom to pull on his school uniform, which had been cast off and thrown around the room carelessly the night before.

"Oh and Harry," Draco called out as Harry was leaving, "stop by the kitchens and bring us some breakfast. I don't think we'll have time to go down to the great hall and potions is first."

Harry rolled his eyes and called back, "Yeah fine."

***

Potions would be starting in twenty minutes and Harry had still not returned. Draco, who had gotten dressed and was now pacing around the room muttering to himself, was beginning to worry.

The door to the dorm opened and Harry finally appeared...with Parvati and Lavender behind him.

"What are you two doing here? Harry, I told you to get Hermione and why are there two of them?" Draco yelled quickly covering his nose.

"Stop overreacting, Lavender and Parvati were sitting around Hermione when I found her in the great hall and they were kind enough to offer their assistance since Hermione had to run to the library before class and couldn't come," Harry said and placed a basket of cinnamon rolls on the bed, "and if they both hadn't come along, I wouldn't have been able to carry the coffee, cinnamon rolls, grapes and strawberries."

"Ha!" Draco replied indignantly and pointed at Lavender, "I can see perfectly through your lies. You're both from wizarding families, how could you possibly know anything about muggle objects. You're here to mock me while I'm already down, in my darkest hour, to point and laugh and spread the word. Have you no compassion woman?"

Parvati couldn't help but laugh. Draco was obviously losing it.

Lavender rolled her eyes. "Oh stuff it Draco. For your information, Hermione has shown us everything she knows over the past 7 years and," she paused, glancing at Parvati for confirmation and when the girl nodded, continued, "we can both confidently say that our skills surely surpass hers."

"Yeah, muggle make-up is so much easier to deal with than cosmetics spells," chimed in Parvati.

"Yes, yes I've heard that already. The question is can you get rid of this or hide it," Draco demanded and took his hand away from his nose.

"Wow that is a big one," Parvati commented.

Lavender began to take foundation, concealer, powder, blush and numerous different sized brushes out of her bag.

"I do not want observations, I want results. Now can you get rid of it?" Draco asked a tinge of desperation in his voice.

Frowning, Lavender examined the foundation and Draco's skin. "You're very fair. What we have is much to dark for your skin. Don't fret though; a simple colour change spell should fix that. Coloristerum, there."

Sitting in a chair, Harry watched the two girls fuss over Draco. He had to bite into a strawberry to stifle a laugh when Draco asked if Parvati would mind him keeping some of the concealer.

"Here, how about some of this Draco?"

"Isn't it a little bright?"

"But it suits you perfectly, it'll bring out the colour of your eyes."

"Well, alright then. I do have stunning eyes. Oh, what is that?"

***

There was another snicker. Snape looked up from the attendance on his desk and glared at the Gryffindors. They had been giddy and obnoxious all morning. Something was making them laugh and Snape was sure it was Potter. The potion he had them working on was fairly difficult and he was sure Neville would screw it up, even without a distraction. Snape stood up and began to walk around the class. He criticized Seamus for not stirring fast enough and Ron for not cutting his newt's eye small enough. Potter had paired with Hermione and he could only glare as he passed since the two were on to the final instructions and had seemingly made no mistakes. Snape continued on to the Slytherins.

When he reached Draco's table, he stopped and stared.

"Mister Malfoy, may I inquire as to why you are wearing blush?"