So today at school the air conditioning sounded like Darth Vadar, so I imagined Draco freaking out when Harry and Draco, as aurors, they're assigned to stalk out a Muggle area because of the sound in the picture.

Harry kicked the door open, holding his and Malfoy's bags all over his arms. "Malfoy? Don't you think you could help me here?"

Malfoy looked up from filing his nails, leaning against the wall. "Potter, I don't want to be in this Muggle flat. The least you can do is carry my bags!"

Harry rolled his eyes and kicked the door to the Muggle flat open. "I wouldn't mind carrying one bag, but did you have to pack twelve?"

Harry walked in the small flat, dropping the bags on the floor. Draco's cold voice surprised him. "There are breakable things in there, and you probably smushed my stuffed dragon!" Harry gaped at him, his eyes following Draco as he opened one of the bags up and took out a green dragon. Draco glared at Harry once, pulling his wand out and levitating the bags towards his room. He stopped short in his tracks at the end of the hallway, making Harry bump into him.

"Potter. There's only one bedroom." His voice was eerily calm. He let out a sigh of relief when he saw the two beds.

Draco walked into the room, dropping his bags beside the bed by the window and putting his dragon on the bed. "Malfoy? What do you want for dinner?" Harry asked, looking down at the multiple takeout menus spread on the nightstand. Draco flopped onto his bed, pulling a book out and beginning to read.

"Chinese or Indian." Harry nodded and went to the kitchen to order the food.

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Draco looked down at his empty plate, feeling relaxed and full. "Malfoy, Indian was a good call." He heard Potter stand up and put his plate in the sink, but he simply closed his eyes and reclined on the armchair. "Potter, would you mind getting my plate?" He drawled, his eyes still closed as he waved a hand vaguely in the direction of his plate.

Harry chuckled, grabbing Draco's plate off the coffee table and dropping it in the sink. "Malfoy I'm going to take a shower." he called over his shoulder as Harry walked into the bedroom with its adjoining bathroom.

Draco stood up, stretching for a second before making his way back to the bedroom and collapsing on his bed. He heard the shower turn on, and sat up. He grabbed his many bags off of the floor and began to unpack, making his bed with his silk sheets, putting clothes away, placing his stuffed dragon on the bed.

After assuring that everything had a place, he changed into an old t-shirt and a pair of boxers. He started to get into bed, but stared down at one of his bags and willed himself not to do it. But, he couldn't help himself. He opened a pocket in one of the bags and pulled out a shrunken Gryffindor red bed set. Potter probably wouldn't want me touching his bed, but he also probably doesn't want to sleep in these dirty Muggle sheets. Draco chewed his bottom lip, glancing over at the closed bathroom door, before picking up his wand and stripping the bed of its sheets and replacing them with the Gryffindor red set.

Draco set his wand back on his nightstand, and crawled into bed, snuggling close to his dragon. He heard the shower turn off and a door open, but he kept his eyes closed, feigning sleep.

Harry stepped out of the bathroom, and saw Malfoy asleep. He threw the towel onto the floor to deal with later, and pattered over to the heat to turn it on, it was cold in here. Shivering as his feet made contact with the hardwood floors, he made his way back to his own bed, staring surprisedly down at the new sheets on his bed, and glancing over at the other man's bed. He shook the thought away, and climbed into bed, pulling the covers up to his chin. "G'night Malfoy." he whispered, closing his eyes.

"G'night Potter." Draco whispered back, low enough that the other man wouldn't hear him. And he shut his eyes, turning on his side and cuddling his dragon close to his chest.

$$$$$$Middle of the Night€€€€€

Draco awoke with a start, hearing a strange noise coming from the walls. He shook, and pulled his dragon closer, pulling the covers tighter over himself. Draco heard breathing from the other bed, and knew the other man was asleep. What if it's a Basilisk trying to kill us? Slithering through the pipes like at Hogwarts, and it's gonna petrify me! He shook his head to clear his thoughts, and attempted to stick it out, but after another minute of waiting for the Basilisk to kill him, he grabbed his dragon and got out of bed, padding over to Potter's.

"Potter?" he asked, his voice shaking, "The pipes are making weird noises, can I sleep with you?" He trembled, from the cold, the fear of the snake, and the fear that Potter would laugh in his face and tell all his Weasels and honorary Weasels.

Harry opened one eye blearily, and pulled up the cover on one side, beckoning Draco to come in. Draco slid gratefully into the warm bed, holding his dragon close to him. "Goodnight Malfoy." Potter mumbled, throwing an arm across Draco's waist and pulling him close. Draco looked down surprised, but the warmth and coziness had taken over, and he fell asleep, not knowing if the kiss on his forehead from Potter was the beginning of a dream or real.

Harry looked down at the Malfoy heir curled up in his arms, pressing a kiss to his forehead, before pulling him tighter against his chest and falling asleep in a warm nest.

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Harry opened his eyes, shifting in bed. "Potter, you're crushing my arm!" Malfoy's voice called, and Harry quickly moved, picking Draco up and laying him on his chest. Draco rolled his eyes, but snuggled into Harry's chest, falling asleep once more.

"Potter, we have to go back home. I don't want to stay in this evil place with things in the pipes." Draco said seriously, looking Harry in the eyes. Harry started shaking. "Potter? Did the monsters get you?" Draco asked fearfully, scrambling off Harry.

"Draco, it was just the heating!" he choked out, clutching at his stomach as he dissolved into peals of laughter again at the look on Draco's face.

Draco crossed his arms sheepishly, laying back down next to Harry. "Not my fault the walls started rumbling at midnight!" He pouted, turning on his side with his back to Harry.

"Not my fault the walls started rumbling at ni-" Harry was mocking Draco when he was cut off by a kiss on the lips.

Draco pulled away. "Now, Potty, shut your mouth and go to sleep."

Harry adjusted himself and pulled Draco as close as possible. He whispered, "Don't let the Basilisk bite!" and shut his eyes.