Title: This Place is Perfect For Us
Genre: Fluffy fluffy fluff!
Summary: Draco talks in his sleep...
Warning: Un-betaed, but I think you should all know that I do know how to spell scent. It has a c in it. Oh yes it does! Isn't that clever? Not that I used the word at all today...
Disclaimer: You all know this. Everything except the plot (if you could even call it that) belongs to J.K. Rowling
"Harry, this place is perfect for us," Draco said clearly, pressing his hand against the other boys chest lightly before continuing to sleep in silence. Harry turned to look at the sleeping blonde in amusement. It was nothing new hearing his boyfriend talk in his sleep and Harry often found himself listening to some of the most interesting one-sided conversations.
"Harry I hate those trousers."
"I don't care, they make you look like a homeless person."
"Don't you dare turn this on me. I care!"
"I do care! Just not about those trousers."
"Mother, I don't like caviar."
"Don't you think about the poor fishies that have lost their children?"
"How can you be so heartless?"
"What if someone took me and ate me just because I'm a delicacy?"
"It's not funny, it's a terribly monstrous act that I cannot believe you condone."
"You don't even love me at all."
"Doesn't matter. Harry loves me."
"Oh… Didn't I tell you about Harry?"
"Eh…… mum…… I'm… rather… gay."
That one had made him laugh so hard he'd had to leave so as not to wake Draco up and had ended up badly with him being caught by Snape and receiving a week worth of detention and 50 points from Gryffindor.
"Harry put some clothes on, that's distracting."
That had resulted in an interesting morning, as Draco had almost immediately started getting hot under the collar after the comment, making Harry wish he was in the dream as opposed to watching it from the outside. He had ended up getting rather desperate watching Draco and his very pleasant dream and pulled him out of it so they could roughly recreate it half an hour before potions. Another weeks worth of detention and 50 points.
"Harry, this place is perfect for us."
What did that mean? Harry sat up causing Draco to mumble slightly about Arctic weathers before he rolled over and cocooned himself in the covers. He'd never told Draco about what he heard when they slept, it seemed invasive of the blonde's privacy and he knew that Draco would be furious if he knew. He ran a hand through the fair hair that stuck out of the top of the duvet cocoon absently as he surveyed the room. They didn't take it in turns where they slept, Harry always came down to the dungeons just before curfew and then went back up to the Tower before breakfast. It meant he didn't get as much sleep as he would have liked, but it also meant that none of his dorm mates were very suspicious with the help of a few locking and illusionary charms on his bed. They just thought he liked his privacy and slept heavily.
His eye caught the fluttering of a calendar on the wall and he sighed heavily, less than a month till he finished at Hogwarts forever. Hogwarts, his first and only home.
Draco woke up to find himself rather interestingly wrapped around himself and his duvet as opposed to Harry as he usually did. He swallowed heavily and tried to focus his eyes on something so he could look around and see if he had been left alone and naked in the ugly morning light like a quickie against the wall of a seedy club in Soho. Considering they'd been together for almost a year he probably shouldn't feel so insecure, but sometimes he'd look across the Great Hall at his secret boyfriend under the pretence of a sneer and find himself looking at the most amazing person in the world and the feeling of inferiority that came with it hurt every time. It wasn't as if Harry ever made him feel unwanted, but sometimes he felt like nothing more than a 'Dirty Little Secret', seeing as neither the Weasel or the Mudblood knew.
His heart jerked violently at the voice so close to his ear and he looked up at the face leaning over him, fighting the Hufflepuff I'm-so-happy grin that was trying to work its way on to his face.
"Morning," he answered yawning and stretching out as he began to untangle himself. He stopped when he saw Harry sitting at the head of his bed, knees drawn up to his chin looking pensively into the distance and he tried to stop the sickness from rising in his throat.
"What's," his voice cracked slightly and he felt an angry blush rise to his cheeks, "What's wrong?"
Harry turned to face him and smiled slightly, apparently not recognising Draco's discomfort, "I was thinking…" he paused momentarily before suddenly grinning, "Actually, someone said something, that made me think that the end of school is coming."
Draco stared at him before his eyebrows rose in surprise, "Someone had to say something for you to work out that school is finishing?"
"Well, I mean I knew, but I just didn't think."
Harry flushed and threw himself onto the bed beside Draco leaning forwards slightly to kiss him softly before lying on his back to look at the ceiling. Taking Draco's hand in his own, he pulled it up to lie on his chest, "Anyway, it had me thinking that after school's finished, we're probably going to have nowhere to go. I mean I don't really want to go back to Grimmauld Place and I'm not sure on your thoughts about staying at the Manor." He took a deep breath and squeezed Draco's hand tighter, "but, I was thinking maybe, maybe we should, maybe start looking, for a place, the two of us, after school, maybe. If you want. Otherwise it doesn't matter. I said maybe. We don't have to if you don't want to. Actually it was probably just-"
"Stop. Too many maybe's. Where should we start looking?"
"Harry! This place is perfect." Draco said looking around the apartment the moment they walked in through the door.
"For us?" Harry asked stepping up behind him in their last viewing of the day.
"Of course for us! Who else?" Draco answered scathingly moving further in to the apartment and opening doors and checking windows. Harry smiled and gave the place a cursory look over, knowing they were going to get it regardless.
"Can we get it?" Draco asked coming out of the en-suite to the Master bedroom with huge 'I-love-this-place' eyes.
"We need to go Harry!" Draco said excitedly making Harry look around from the window questioningly, "I have to tell someone! Anyone! A house-elf! A table! I don't care!" Draco said animatedly beginning to move out of the door before Harry quickly strode over and caught his arm.
"Hey Draco," he said quietly backing the boy against the wall and lacing their fingers together firmly.
"Yes," Draco whispered looking up into expressive green eyes that seemed startlingly close to his own.
"I love you."
He watched as Draco's eyes fluttered shut and he moved his head slightly so that Harry could feel his nose brush against the side of his jaw, then sigh causing a puff of air to tickle his neck.
"I love you too."
"Who was it?"
"That person, that made you think about the fact we were leaving."
"Please don't hate me."
"It's just I. I'm not really very-"
"Who was it?"
"I'm sorry Draco."
"When you were sleeping."
"No! Don't! Draco! Please."
"I can't believe you!! You, You-"
"DRACO! Listen to me! I swear, I swear, I swear, I would have thought of it on my own eventually. It's just I'm not very good at these things, and I just didn't tie the two together and I swear I would have worked it out eventually. If it meant I realised an hour before we left and we had to stay in an expensive hotel until we found a place to live. It was just I didn't think of it before because I'm silly and stupid and a Gryffindor and my forward planning is terrible and God Draco. I'm so sorry."
"You're such an idiot Potter."
"I know! I know, I know! And you deserve better I know. Lord I know, but I lo-"
"What did you say Potter?"
"Ummmmm… I'm an idiot and you deserve better and I love you?"
"You think I deserve better?"
"I love you."
"Doesn't matter. What else did I say in my sleep."
"Are you sure you want to know?"
"Don't presume to tell me what I want Potter."
"Oh. Of course not Malfoy. I love you too by the way. You said that you wanted a threesome with Flitwick."
A/N: Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww, that was fun to write. And I only wrote it because I really really really don't want to write Chapter 9 of IJASB. Someone write it for me please. I've already written 10, it's just that 9 is being a *****. Gah. Matters not. I'll get around to it eventually, but its going to be rubbish in comparison to 8. Which rocked... if I do say so myself. Not that you've seen it yet. SUNDAY! That's when 8 is out on lj. [=)]. I am so in control. I am. I am. I am. Yes I am. I am in control like a person in control. And yes! My similies rule.
Don't take the above confused rant as an excuse not to. I become really 'normal' so to speak when it comes to reviews. uh-huh. *nods*