There Is a Beast in My Bed

~Chapter Ten~

~Once Upon a Time...~

It was a week later, and a Hogsmeade weekend, when Harry was having breakfast with Ron. Hermione had already gone to Hogsmeade to buy Ron a birthday gift when Draco walked up to their table.

"Harry. Weasley," he greeted the two Gryffindors.

"What do you want Malfoy? You miss Harry harassing you?" Ron sneered at Draco.

Draco ignored him, looking Harry in the eye. "Would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me?"

"Why would Harry--"

"Ron, shut up," Harry ordered, placing a hand on Ron's arm. "Of course I will, Draco. Meet me in the Entrance Hall in twenty minutes."

Draco nodded, walking away.

"What was that! Are you going out with Malfoy?" Ron shouted, his face red with anger. He knew that Harry was gay, but Malfoy! It was a little too much.

"And who are you to tell me who I go out with?" Harry yelled, but regretted it. "Ron, I'm sorry, but everything is a bitof a mess right now. I have no idea what will happen with Draco, so please don't make any assumptions yet."

Ron nodded reluctantly. "If you are sure that you want Malfoy into your life then I have nothing to say. It's up to you who your friends are," he said, swallowing his pride.

Harry grinned and hugged him. "Thanks, Ron; it means a lot to me."

Ron patted Harry's head awkwardly. "Just for you, mate. Just for you."

***

Harry trotted to the Entrance Hall a little bit late. "Sorry," he said sheepishly. "I had to take a shower and had to wait until Seamus was done shagging his boyfriend in the bathroom."

"Is Weasley the only Gryffindor who's straight?" Draco raised his brows.

"Haha!" Harry stuck his tongue out, walking past him.

They walked in silence, simply enjoying each other's presence.

Draco watched Harry's face as they walked on. The sun made Harry's skin glow bronze, and his hair shine blue. Draco could easily understand what it was in Harry that attracted people. He radiated courage, and looked dependable.

Draco stopped, turning to face Harry completely.

Harry smiled, looking at him. "What?" he asked gently.

I choose the way to go, but the road won't set me free
cos I wish you'd see me, baby, save me, I'm going crazy

Draco yanked Harry to him, kissing him passionately. After a minute they pulled apart, Harry looking rather dazed.

"Why can't things be simple?" Draco wondered in frustration.

I do not deal the card and I play a lousy hand
I celebrate no victories and my promises are sand

He stepped a few steps away from Harry, dropping on to his knees on the dry ground.

Harry placed a hand on his shoulder, whispering into his ear, "Nothing ever is, my love."

Draco looked at Harry. "But I don't know what to do anymore!" he cried out, running a hand through his hair. "One moment everything is fine and then I'm shouting at you and--"

Harry kneeled down besides him, turning his face to him. "It doesn't matter, Draco. That is who you are. It's alright if you get mad at me sometimes. Our
fighting is like a second nature to us, don't you think?" Harry smirked. "Draco Malfoy, will you quit being such a Gryffindor and be the Slytherin who you were born to be?"

"Stop that! Smirking doesn't suit you." Draco slapped Harry on the shoulder, and Harry leaned in, capturing his lips for s sweet kiss.

Harry's smirk turned into a smile, and he took Draco's face between his hands. "I hope you remember that you lost the bet," he said, pecking Draco's lips. "But that can wait, my dragon. I'll hold you up to it when the time is right." He took Draco's hand, pulling him up from the ground.

Draco looked down at his feet once more before lifting his gaze.

Maybe they could make this work.

Maybe.

I worry that I can't give you what you need
that you'll find nothing underneath the peel
that I can't undo the times we disagreed

And if we don't worry about a thing
will we be sorry when the rain is falling again?

THE END

Author's Notes: Don't worry this isn't the end. I'm planning to write a sequel which will be called There is a Bunny in My Bed or something like that..;)

Lyrics by Poets of the Fall - Maybe Tomorrow is a better day