There Is a Beast in My Bed

Author's Notes: Thanks for my lovely Beta Carnilia.

There Is a Beast in My Bed

~Chapter Two~

~Shower~

Draco was heading for bed after a very tiring day. He was coming from a boring Prefect meeting which had been a complete waste of time. He made his way through the Slytherin common room, where all his dorm-mates were still talking with a few girls, knowing he would already be sleeping when they came to bed.

"I'm going to bed, so goodnight- and kids, remember to stay away from anything naughty or I'll have to punish you," Draco said and smirked.

"Please, don't hurt us. We promise to be good as long as you do the same," Blaise replied, grinning from ear to ear, and winked at him.

These guys had something on their minds; Draco could tell by the look they shared after Blaise's comment.

"Right. I'll be going now," he said before he went down the stairs that lead to their dorm.

He could hear them sniggering after him. He really didn't want to know what Blaise was talking about and he loosened his tie as he opened the door. He stepped inside to the dorm, and went straight to his bed, and took his robes off before he noticed something odd. There was already someone in his bed.

The someone was no other than the great Harry Potter, the saviour of wizarding kind. Harry had beaten Voldemort a year ago. The Side of Light had almost lost Harry in the battle, but Draco had heard that Harry's friend Neville had been in the right place at the right time and had prevented Voldemort from killing Harry by sacrificing his own life. Draco himself hadn't anticipate the Final battle but he was on the Light side.

Now Harry was in Draco's bed, looking at him like a predator waiting for its prey.

"May I ask, what are you doing here?" he asked Harry curiously.

"I'm warming your bed. What do you think I'm doing, Draco?" Harry asked, and slowly rising on his elbows.

Draco couldn't tell if Harry was naked or half-naked, but he hoped for the latter.

"I think you are in the wrong bed," Draco replied. He was getting annoyed.

"Do you know what I think? I think I'm in just the right one," Harry said before he jumped up and yanked Draco, who had unfortunately left his tie around his neck, by his tie into bed with him.

Draco found himself trapped beneath Harry, who sat on his groin, and used his knees to prevent Draco from moving his arms. Yep, Harry was definitely naked.

"Wow, Potter. Calm down. I don't think this is an good idea," Draco said, trying to reason with Harry.

"Are you scared, Draco?" Harry licked his lips impatiently.

Draco knew what Harry was asking from him, and it did have a little to do with fear. Draco wondered how he should answer to Harry's question. If he said "Yes," it would make Harry stop and leave without a backward glance. Did he really want Harry to stop? If he said "No," he would probably get shagged by the most wanted boy in Hogwarts' history.

He was about to answer when somebody barged in.

"Hide! Quickly!" Draco hissed as he pushed Harry away with all his might. Harry fell to the floor and hid under the bed.

"Ah, Pansy, my darling, what brings you here?" Draco's bed was a mess; he looked like a mess himself, but he didn't give a damn.

"Draco? What happened here?" Pansy sounded concerned, but Draco knew better.

"Nothing, I was just having a nightmare." Draco sat up, trying to look like he had actually experienced something horrible, which wasn't hard.

Pansy looked doubtful. "Why are you still fully clothed?" she asked.

"I was dead tired and I must have fallen asleep when I sat down for a bit before I was going to take a shower," Draco answered and yawned so that the story would sound more realistic.

"Well, maybe you should go to sleep then. I'll be going now." Pansy looked sad. Maybe she had been hoping for some action. Draco let a sigh of relief escape from his lips as the door closed behind Pansy.

"Is she gone?" Harry's head appeared from under the bed.

"Yes." Draco sighed again and got up from the bed. He took off his tie and was unfastening the buttons of his shirt.

"Changed your mind, didn't you?" Harry was now sitting on the bed, looking at Draco in the strange way which Draco knew very well by now.

"No, I'm taking a shower." Draco took his shirt off lazily just to tease Harry.

"Can I join you?" Harry tried to look as if he was talking about the weather rather than one of his fantasies.

"No, you can't," Draco replied and went to the bathroom. He locked the door, but he knew it would be pointless since Harry could open it just as easily. He took off rest of his clothes, pulled the shower curtain to prevent anyone who entered the room from seeing him and turned the shower on. He was washing his hair when he heard a soft click. Oh, shit. He knew that Harry had entered the room.