Inside Your Mind

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters, they are all purely J.K. Rowling's brilliance.

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Chapter Two – Conversations

Harry woke up feeling completely content. He wondered what had made him so happy, considering happiness wasn’t exactly an every day occurrence for him at the Dursleys. The events of the previous night came rushing back to him. A grin immediately replaced the drowsiness on his face. The infamous Slytherin Sex God is gay. Well, of course he’d heard the rumors of Malfoy’s trysts with some guys, but never really considered if the rumors were true or not.. Harry knew that Malfoy couldn’t be completely gay, based on the various tales of his Gryffindor friends catching Malfoy with girls. As for himself, he wasn’t quite sure what his preferences were. While he thought girls were pretty, he had, on occasion, caught himself thinking that guys were just bloody gorgeous. It was hard to decide, because it’s not like he had experience in either area to compare. He felt that the episode with Cho should not even qualify as experience, seeing as it had gone rather horribly.

So, Draco Malfoy thinks I’m hot. This piece of information gave Harry a suddrge rge to annoy Malfoy, seeing as he now had something that he knew would bother the silver-eyed boy. He thought that the “your father is a Death Eater and you’re pure evil” jabs had gotten a bit repetitive. Well, now I know he’s not pissed about me getting his father thrown into Azkaban, he thought wryly. Maybe I shouldn’t tease him about it, considering what I said to him before I left his mind, and that it was completely true. He thought being kind about it for a moment, then grinned and dismissed the thought completely. No, I have to. It’s too good an opportunity to pass up. With that, he concentrated hard, and shouted :Malfoy!: in his mind. Realizing that the boy might still be asleep, he tried to put a great deal of mental volume into it.

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:Malfoy!:

The equivalent of a person screaming into a megaphone at him, mentally, woke Draco with a jolt.

:Potter?: he said in disbelief. :It’s 7:00 in the morning, why the hell are you bothering me?:

:Because I can:, was the smart-ass reply.

The Slytherin groaned. :Just because we have this unexplainable freak mental link to each other at the present moment, does not give you the right to bother me! Now leave me alone, I need my sleep.:

:But I don’t want to leave you alone.: whined Harry.

:Potter, did you just whine? You sound like a fucking six-year old.:

Indignant at the obvious amusement in Draco’s tone, the response was a defensive :I did not!:

:Did too.:

:Did not.:

:Did too.:

:Did not.:

Draco sighed, knowing full well that this oh-so-mature game could go on for hours. He opted for a change of subject, hoping to bring Harry’s mind away from the childish antics. :Fine then, why won’t you leave me alone?:, not particularly caring for the answer.

Harry voice altered immediately, from chilchildish and whiny tone, to a deep, husky tumble of words. :I want to know why you were thinking about me last night.:

Merlin, he just had to ask. And I swear, if that request hadn’t been delivered in the deep voice he just did, I would not feel the need to answer so much. Be that as it may, Harry had deliberately deepened his voice, guessing that Draco would feel more inclined to answer if he did, seeing as he already knew Malfoy admired him somewhat. He could practically feel the battle within the silver-eyed boy about whether or not to answer. An addition of the word please in the husky tone put Malfoy over the edge.

:Fine.: Draco grumbled. :I’ll answer the bloody question. Just stop talking in that voice, talk normal.:

:Okay.: Harry happily agreed, and switched back to his everyday speaking voice.

:Well…see the thing is…I kind of…:

:Oh please Malfoy. Don’t tell me that you, the Sex God of Slytherin, are getting embarrassed about talking to me, a lowly Gryffindor.:

:I am not embarrassed. What in the world gave you that idea?: the Slytherin lied innocently.

:Um, maybe the fact that you can’t seem to finish a sentence regarding the question I asked.:

Draco cursed, knowing that Potter had a point. It was rather silly, really. Him, who had a reputation of sleeping with more people, guys and girls, than anyone else at Hogwarts. Blaise Zabini was the only one whose sexual record came close to Draco’s. So why am I finding it so fucking hard to just tell Potter that I have fancy him a bit? It’s not like I’m in love with him or anything, it’s just physical. I mean, I’m a Malfoy, of course it’s just physical.

:Well, Potter, it seems that I fancy you a bit.:

The Gryffindor was stunned into silence for several minutes, up to a point that Malfoy felt the need to comment. :Still alive, there Potter? Not that I would care a great deal if you weren’t, but you know, it’s polite to check.:

The arrogance in the statement completely bypassed Harry, as did the actual words. All he could seem to get out was :You like me?:

Draco snorted. :Really, Potter, what did you expect? Or have you suddenly forgotten the events of last night? You know, I never did have much faith in your intelligence…: I>:OI>:Oh, shut up.: Potter snapped, irritated. :Excuse me if I’m a bit taken aback by it. It’s not every day you find out that someone’s who been pissing you off and threatening to hex you into oblivion for five years fancies you.:

:Fine, I suppose you do have a point.: Draco admitted grudgingly. :But the only reason this happened in the first place is because I had to go and stupidly open doors to quidditch locker rooms without checking if they were occupied by idiotic people who take showers without locking doors.:

:You saw me naked??: the other voice yelped.

:No, Potter, I just like rambling on about showers and quidditch locker rooms for no reason whatsoever.: the blonde drawled.

:Soo…what did you think of me?:

:Honestly, you must be dumber than I thought. Ok, let’s go over this. Remember what you caught me doing last night, and then think about how stupid that question sounds.:

Harry blushed, seeing Malfoy’s point.

:Does any of this bother you?:

The emerald-eyed youth smiled at the sudden uncertainty in Malfoy’s tone, and answered completely honestly. :No, not at all. In fact, I think I like you thinking about me.:

Draco grinned in relief. :Good. Shit, I have to go. Time to take a shower.:

:Hey!: Harry’s voice cried indignantly. :You told me that you needed to sleep!:

:YeS, well, I’m a Slytherin, what do you expect? Bye.: Draco smirked, cutting off the connection. So, Harry likes me thinking about him. Perhaps this year could shape up to be interesting after all.

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The sudden turn of events made Harry grin. Who would have thought that The Boy Who Lived would be lying on his bed, pondering whether or not he liked Malfoy thinking about him in a way that wasn’t murderous? It was rather amusing.

A tapping at his window compelled him to climb off the bed. One look at the window, and Harry face split into a huge smile. “Ron! Mate, what are you doing here?” Sticking his head out of the window of the flying car, Ron replied “Rescuing you, of course. Didn’t think we’d leave you here forever, did you? What kind of friends would that make us?” Harry laughed, then looked at the car doubtfully. “Are you sure this isn’t just going to be a repeat of the last time we tried to take this car somewhere?” “Yea, Dad fixed the invisible button, and added a few more disillusionment charms. Plus, this time I have Mum’s permission.” That got a few laughs, considering Mrs. Weasley’s wrath was much more frightening than the actual consequences of getting caught. Harry grabbed his trunk and Hedwig’s cage, and climbed into the car, and the journey to The Burrow began.

“So, Harry, what have you been doing at the Dursleys to keep yourself from going insane.?”

Harry laughed inwardly. Well, Ron, Draco and I evidently have some sort of weird telepathic link, I caught him jerking off to thoughts of me, and then we talked about how he saw me naked in the quidditch locker rooms once, and how he fancies me. Knowing full well this answer would not bring out a good side of Ron, he opted for a normal one. “Nothing, really, just reading.”

“Sounds like Mione’s dream vacation.” Both laughed, highly amused by their best friend’s personality quirks.

“Ron, when in the world are going to ask her out?” Ron gasped, and the car jerked heavily to the right. Once he had regained control, he managed to splutter a choked “What are you talking about??” “Come on, every single person at Hogwarts knows you like her, and everyone knows that Hermione is waiting patiently for you to ask her out.”

A smile that could have rivaled a lottery winner’s was stretched across Ron’s face. “Really?” he asked excitedly. A roll of emerald eyes accompanied the answer he gave his incredibly oblivious best friend. “Yes, mate, really. But I don’t know how much patience she has left, so you might want to get on with it.”

The redhead was silent thst ost of the ride, and Harry seriously hoped he was contemplating how to profess his love to Hermione, for he didn’t think he could handle much more of their bickering, when it was plain all they wanted to do was snog each other crazy.

The moment they set foot into the house, Harry was enveloped into a hug so tight he couldn’t breathe by none other than Hermione. She hugged Ron hello as well, and emerald eyes gleamed amusement at the red color of Ron’s face. Just when he regained his breath, Mrs. Weasley hugged him with the same bone-crushing tightness. I thought women were supposed to be weak, he grumbled in his mind. :You thought wrong, but I would have thought you’d be used to that by now.:, a smirking voice felt the need to inform him. Harry rolled his eyes as he replied. :Hello, Malfoy.:

He sat down to breakfast, feeling completely content. The Burrow had always seemed like home to him, and he loved it there. And, for some reason, it felt perfectly natural to hear Malfoy’s constant mental commentary on Harry’s thoughts as he enjoyed well-cooked food for the first time in weeks. He must like me more than I thought, considering he hasn’t left me alone for the past half hour, Harry thought as he finished eating.

:I heard that.: Malfoy said, carefully not commenting on the validity of the statement. Harry grinned at this. Yes, this could definitely shape up into something very interesting.