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Harry tried to think of more dangerous classroom situations. It couldn’t be care of Magical Creatures, Harry took that with him. “Herbology?”

“No.”

“What class?”

“Ancient Runes.”

“WHAT? What, pray tell, is so dangerous about ANCIENT RUNES?”

“Pansy,” Draco replied calmly as if that explained everything. Seeing the skeptical look on Harry’s face he continued. “She won’t take a hint.”

Harry sighed and fought the urge to bang his head on a hard surface. Oh well, at least he didn’t have to go back to Divination.

When Harry entered his and Draco’s rooms that night he was amazed to find Draco locked in the bathroom with the shower running. How many showers did that boy take? Did he have some kind of weird fetish for them or something? No—bad thoughts, and why did Harry care anyway? It wasn’t as if the water in Hogwarts got cold if one took an extremely long shower after all. Shrugging off his clothes and changing into pajamas, Harry climbed into his own bed and decided to test a recent idea of his. Maybe if he fell asleep first, he would remain safely in his own bed.

Harry was out like a light before Draco had gotten out of his shower.

Harry awoke from a very pleasant dream about absolutely nothing (which suited him just fine as that meant it was a very safe dream) to find that he was in no hurry to get out of bed, lounging on his stomach with his face buried on the nice soft pillow. At least he was until a slightly muffled voice from his chest area decided to comment on the morning.

“Okay, now this cannot become a normal occurrence, Potter. If you insist on sleeping in my bed, than I insist on being on top.”

Harry balked and promptly fell off Draco and off the bed, landing harshly on the floor. Oh, wasn’t that a wonderful way to start the morning.

Chapter 13: Pinpointing the Problem

Harry sat in the library, facing Hermione and waiting for the girl to respond. After a week of waking up in Draco—no, Malfoy’s bed, he’d finally gotten fed up with trying to figure out how to stop it on his own. He, or really they, had tried everything they could come up with. First they’d tried Harry falling asleep before Draco. Hadn’t worked, except for the small difference that somehow Draco had been on top of Harry in the morning. Then Harry tried sleeping out on the couch in a room completely different from Draco. Hadn’t worked, and they’d only been more tangled in each other when morning came that time. To be sure he’d covered every possibility, Harry’d persuaded Draco to sleep on the couch the next night. Needless to say…it hadn’t worked. Harry’d ended up on the couch with Draco and Harry’s back had ached for the next day from the position he’d slept in that night.

Across the table one could almost see the gears turning in Hermione’s brain as she thought about the situation. “Well, are you sure you don’t sleep walk Harry?”

Harry looked pointedly at Hermione. “I think I would have noticed it or Ron would have pointed it out to me by now.”

“Well, it was an option, Harry,” was the unabashed reply. “But because of your answer I’m sure this is the bond between you two.”

“Joy,” Harry muttered.