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Chapter Six The First Day

Harry opened his eyes for a moment and then closed them again. He felt something different. Not his body, he remembered all about the bonding and the first night. It was the bed. And there was something about the room. He couldn't hear Ron's snoring. And someone was beside him. He could feel the body heat. It's actually comforting.

And then that someone was kissing him. Lightly, all over his face. He could feel a hand wandering over his body. It went lower and lower and… it stopped.

"OH, you wake up, baby."

"Malfoy… what you think you are doing?"

"Just what I did last night. I'm taking it from where I left it before. You were too tired after the forth times, so I thought I would let you sleep and regain your strength."

Harry's face was painfully red now, down to his ears and neck. He took the duvet to cover his naked body.

"Stop it, you got your share last night."

Draco only smirked at him. Harry looked so cute and yummy like that.

"Yes, and I don't remember you complaining much."

"Why didn't you wake me up?"

"Just like I told you, babe, I want you to regain your…"

"I told you I wanted to sleep in my own bed. And what time is it? I don't even have time to say goodbye to my godfather. I really can't believe you, Malfoy." Harry cut him vigorously.

"Draco. You are a Malfoy now. Let don't get us confused."

"Draco. I have transfiguration first class. And…"

"It's Saturday, babe. We could spend all weekend alone and no one would care." Draco took Harry left hand and kissed his fingers.

"What time is it?" Blushing again, "I'm so very hungry."

"It's twelve now."

"Would you turn around, Draco. Or at least close your eyes?" Harry's eyes wondered around, looking for his clothes.

"I've seen everything, Harry."

"Yeah, you're right." Harry pulled the sheet and wrapped it around his waist, took his clothes and went to the bathroom. He didn't look at the amused look on Draco's face.

Harry glanced at his Slytherin mate and watched in sympathy as he saw the annoying hormonal girls surrounded Draco, asking if he was fine or if he needed something.

"Would you please stop it? For the fucking thousandth times, I'M FINE."

Sure Draco is fine, Harry thought comically, if last night was the indication, he was sure in his best condition.

"Oh, Draco, it's been a week…" Yeah, obviously not long enough.

"We missed you…" Go to hell.

"You spent your Valentine's Day alone…" The best day of my life.

"Madame Pomfrey wouldn't let us see you…" 'Cause I told her so, idiot.

"It must have been a horrible week for you…" Nope, it was wonderful.

"We just want to make it up to you…" WHAT? Somebody HELP me!

Those girls could only make inarticulate sentences that made Draco run to save his sanity.

When lunchtime almost over, Blaise Zabini, best friend of Draco Malfoy, was holding a red rose. He went to the Gryffindor table and stood very close to Harry Potter. Smiling, he hand the rose to the shocked Gryffindor.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Harry."

"Oh…, I…"

The Great Hall was silent now. All eyes and ears were directed to the still shocked Gryffindor.

"Just take it, Harry." Is that Seamus?

"Yeah Harry. And don't forget to say 'thank you'." Some of the students were laughing at this comment.

Slowly, and unsurely, Harry took the approaching rose and mumbled a thank you.

"You are most welcome. I wanted to give it to you yesterday, but I couldn't find you. Well, happy Valentine's Day, then." After saying that he left the Gryffindor, not realising a pair of grey eyes were watching his every move.

As Harry started to eat his dessert, his white owl, Hedwig, brought him a dozen white roses. He could feel the Great Hall slowly fall silent again.

"Who's that from, Hedwig?" Harry patted his owl lovingly, "Are you sure that it's for me?"

Hedwig, after putting the white roses down to Harry's lap, took out a card from the inside of the bouquet and handed it to Harry. In it was written, 'Isn't he sooooooooo obvious.' No signature, but he knew who it was from. He stole a glance at the Slytherin table to find a smirking Draco and a curious Blaise.

"Wow. Where'd you been at yesterday, Harry? He couldn't find you and I could see that he's desperate."

"Shut up, Ron." Ron knew perfectly clear where he had been and what he had been doing.

Harry disappearance yesterday hadn't stopped him from getting about thirty-three chocolates (some were homemade and he wasn't sure if they were edible), fifty-six love letters (some were the very silly bunches of garbage he got every year), and one hundred and twenty one unknown cute little things. Thank to Ron, Seamus, and Dean, and (he's not so sure) Neville for counting them all for him. Oh, and flowers, but they don't bother to count them and put them in the water (must have been Hermione or Ginny).

After lunch Harry walked slowly back to his room. The corridor was unsurprisingly deserted. It was understandable since it was Saturday and just the day after Valentine's. The students must have been at the Hogsmeade.

He had the thirteen roses in his hand and was wandering where to put it when someone grabbed him.

"Draco, what are you doing?" It was supposed to be obvious since Draco was marking the pale flesh between his neck and shoulder.

"I missed you. Oh, and I forgot to tell you, I want you, too."

"Stop it, someone might come and catch us." With the flowers in one hand, he could only defend himself with one hand, but it wasn't helpful.

Draco stopped and noticed the serious look in his face. Sigh.

"He's got his eyes on you."

"Tell me something I don't know."

"I don't like it. He's my best friend but I can't tolerate him for that."

"Yeah, tell me what I'm suppose to do about it." Unconsciously Harry played with Draco's shirt.

"Just… I don't know. Just don't be too nice with him, so he won't get the wrong idea."

Harry just pulled Draco's face closer for a better observation. Turned it to the left and then the right.

"Just what the hell do you think you're doing, Harry?" Is that anger or …

"You know what, after a second thought, he is more handsome than you. Though you're not so ugly, but I believe he'd make a cuter baby."

"Yeah, right. But I bet I make a better father for Leon."

"Leon? Who… You're a father? Then… why… why you want me to… you…," Draco was enjoying Harry's rambling.

"I thought you'd love the name, babe."

Then it downed to Harry. "You already pick the name for the baby? You're so unbelievable. You don't think I'm pregnant now, do you? And isn't it too early to chose the name, you might have to change it to Leonora or... or…"

Draco just kissed him to shut his mouth. "You might called him Leo, I guess I'm just stuck with Lion."

"That's cute." Harry couldn't help but smile now.

"I'll wait you in my room. Your weekend is mine, remember?"

Harry closed his mouth again. "But, Draco. I… you can't… I'm still sore, alright? I can't even walk properly. And I know Ron suspected something."

Draco couldn't hold back his laugh now. "Oh, Harry. Of course Ron know something happened, he even knows that I'll get you pregnant. And we'll just sleep tonight. Please, where did you get the idea, hmm?"

"You said that you want me, and… and…"

"Of course I want you, and I feel sorry to make you sore and you couldn't walk properly without making Ron suspicious," Harry hit him playfully, "I could make it up to you."

"Oh? How?."

Draco curled one arm around Harry's waist and put the other one under Harry's knees. "I'll carry you to your room so you don't have to walk."

"WHAT?! No, Draco. Put me down, please." Draco took a steady step towards the Gryffindor dorms.

"I promise I'll go to your room tonight. Put. Me. Down. Please…"

Draco hid his smile, "If you say so, Harry." He put him down, and walked to his dorm. "Oh, Harry, come after dinner, OK?"

Sigh. Harry walked slowly to his dorm, still holding his roses. Your wish is my command, Draco.

17 February 03, 0:32 pm.