52Chapter 7
Chapter 7: Cuddling
Draco's POV
Something close to him was shaking. At least that's what his half-asleep brain told him, so he went to roll over, but was forced to stop by the weight of a body pressed against him. He opened his eyes and turned his head, Potter had his face buried into his back and an arm and leg thrown over him.
Something that normally would have freaked him out, but the way the dark-haired male was shaking against him, caused him to feel more concern than anger. He reached his non-trapped arm and tried to shake Potter.
That must have been the wrong thing to do, because the other boy whimpered and tried to bury himself deeper into Draco's back. Unsure what to do, he tried to free himself from the other's arms. He got as far as removing the arm before the smaller boy left out a soft whine. A wave of distress came off the Gryffindor and Draco found himself unwilling to force the other away again. So, he maneuvered himself on to his back, and the sleeping body next to him moved with him. They ended up with him on his back and Potter's head on his chest.
With him now awake and no longer trying to move away, Potter settled down and fell into a deeper sleep. Draco watched him, wondering what kind of nightmare Potter must have been having that had him clinging so desperately to him.
Unable to get out of bed, Draco used his wand to summon a book off the table. He wasn't sure how long he read, but he was a fairly good handle on how Time Tuner's worked, when the body next to him shifted and then froze.
Decided to have a little fun with Potter, he looked over and smirked at him.
"Good morning." The panic in the green eyes made him chuckle, especially when the other teen realized he was still half-pressed again him. His cheeks turned red and he mumbled something before jumping off the bed and running into the bathroom.
Draco watched him go shaking his head, of course the amusement faded as Potter refused to come out of the bathroom.
About a half hour later, he dropped the book, he had been reading, on the bed, and walked over to the door. He knocked, "You coming out?"
There was some mumbled responds from behind the door, one that he couldn't really make out. He didn't care, since when was the bloody Gryffindor a coward.
"Dammit, Potter!" he cursed. "You can't hide in there forever. We have things to discuss and plans to work out." Draco had no idea what was wrong with Potter, the boy seemed moody as hell since they had been stuck in the past, not to mention the tired look that never seemed to fade. He didn't know exactly what was wrong, but he had a feeling it was more than fear of seeing his parents or some effect of time travel. After all he felt fine.
"Potter!" he cursed again, banging his fist against the door.
Another mumbled reply had him grabbing his wand. With a wave and muttered spell, the door flew open.
Potter jumped from where he had been leaning against the small sink, "What the hell Malfoy!"
"I couldn't hear whatever lame excuse you were muttering. Now get out here. We have other things to worry about, then you liking to cuddle." He turned away from Potter and moved to their small table.
He could hear Potter's footsteps behind as he sat down. The other teen sat down and Draco had to fight back a grin, when the other couldn't meet his eyes.
He used his wand to send a message to the kitchen that they would like breakfast, then he looked at Potter. "We have to talk about Grimmhook's plan."
"I know," the dark-haired boy said, finally looking at him.
"It's a good plan," he said, watching as Potter drew into himself. Feet on the chair and arms over his knees.
"I know," Potter said again, staring at his legs.
Draco sighed. "We have no other plans."
This time, Potter looked up at him long enough to glare. "I know!" it was said loud and angrily.
'Well at least that got some kind of reaction,' Draco thought.
"So, are you going to fill out Grimmhooks papers?" he asked.
Potter dropped his head. "It's our only hope."
Draco's sense again picked up a wave of distress from the other boy.
He sighed. "At least this way you get to meet them," he said hoping to show Potter that there was a small bit of good out of this whole messed up situation.
Potter gave no response, and Draco didn't push.
He wondered if he should worry more about the other's health, because it was clear something was off. But he knew that if he brought it up, Potter would get angry probably say Draco didn't really care and that he was just looking for information or a weakness. Which was only partially true, sure it would be good to learn more about the other teen, but he was also worried about Potter's health. After all it wouldn't do for its only companion in the past and the wizarding world's only hope against the Dark Lord to die.
"You think time works the same?" Potter asked, looking up from his parchment.
"How so?" he asked.
"Well we have been here for a couple of days; do you think that's how long it's been in the future?" Draco raised his brow. He hasn't really thought about it much. All he really cared about was getting home, not how long it would take.
"I don't know," he answered.
"You know they are going to think you kidnapped me," Potter pointed out.
Draco groaned and looked away, because he knew it was true, and he knew that when they got home, if Potter didn't tell them otherwise he would be in trouble. The ministry and Dumbledore would want to make an example out of him. Right now, all he could do was hope that Potter's honor would stop that from happening.
He could feel Potter's eyes on him, so he looked back up and met the other's gaze. They stared at each other for a moment before something shifted in Potter's eyes and then he dropped his gaze.
"I'll tell them you didn't," Potter muttered and then went back to his parchment.
Draco just sat there looking at the Gryffindor because he hadn't really expected that, sure they had been civil with each other so far, which in itself was weird but to actually hear Potter says he wouldn't use this to get back at Draco was just a shock. Then he cursed to himself and lowered his head, because of course Potter would be too good to use this against an enemy.
Part of him wanted to smack or hex the other boy and tell him how dumb he was being, because you should always take advantage of your enemies. Even if Potter didn't want the Ministry arresting him, he could still have found a way to hold this over Draco.
Draco shook his head. Just because Potter wasn't looking for advantages didn't mean he wasn't.