Title: To Be A Woman
Author: Batsutousai(duh!)
Beta: magick_maker17
Pairings: Hermione/Ginevra and
Tom/Draco/Harry
Warnings: AU, Transsexualism, Slash, Fem-slash, Child Abuse(mild),
Cross-dressing
Summary: Harry's known his whole life that he is different from his
male cousin, but his relatives, who take cake of him, did everything to hide
it. When given a chance do live as he wishes, what will Harry do?
Disclaim Her: Do you see the name “Batsutousai” on the cover of
any of the Harry Potter books?
Feedback: Lovely, as long as you’ve read the author’s notes and
don’t ask stupid questions. -glares at readers pointedly-
“Are you falling asleep on me?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Your shoulder is comfortable.”
Tom and Draco traded amused
looks.
“Hey, Tom?”
“Yes?”
“Why do you have so many holes
in your ears?”
“They’re for my earrings. I have
a nose ring too.”
“Why don’t you wear them?”
“Not allowed.”
“That’s stupid.”
“I suppose.”
“Are you really falling asleep
on her?” Draco inquired.
“No.” Harry peeked an eye open
and glanced at the blonde. “Why?”
“What did you do to your leg?”
Harry buried his face into Tom’s
shoulder again and muttered something.
“Didn’t catch that, Harry.” Tom
said, poking Harry’s side gently.
“My leg’s cut, that’s all.” The
boy muttered, moving his head so they could hear him. “Got it back at home.”
Tom’s eyes widened as she
recalled that the Gryffindor had lived in a closet. She glanced over at Draco,
who didn’t know this bit of information, and was surprised to see the normally
cold grey eyes blazing in fury.
“How, pray tell, did that
happen?” The Malfoy heir hissed.
Harry shuddered and gripped at
Tom’s bikini. “I fell.”
“You fell.” Draco
drawled, forcing Tom to stop walking with a firm hand on her arm. “Harry
Potter, tell us the truth, for God’s sake.”
“What makes you think it isn’t?”
Harry challenged, eyes narrowed dangerously, even as his grip on Tom’s bikini
tightened.
“Because ‘cuts’ don’t make you
limp. A ‘cut’ would have healed by now.” Draco bit out, visibly trying to curb
his temper.
“Here.” Tom pushed open the door
to an empty classroom that had been behind them. Draco scowled but nodded and followed
Tom in, closing the door behind himself.
“The Headmaster probably called
down to the Infirmary to tell them I was coming.” Harry said quickly.
“Probably.” Tom agreed. “But,
Harry, we are Slytherins, and we get the answers we want.”
“You also, obviously, get in the
punches you want.” Harry shot back.
Tom frowned. “We’re not going to
hurt you.”
Draco nodded firmly. “I have a
policy against hitting Gryffindors with green eyes.”
Harry blinked at the grey-eyed
boy. “How many green-eyed Gryffindors are there?”
“I wouldn’t know. I don’t
normally check.” Draco shrugged. “I do, however, know that you have
green eyes and are, sadly, a Gryffindor.”
Harry bit his lip to keep from
smiling.
“Your aunt and uncle are the
reason your leg was hurt, aren’t they?” Tom asked softly.
Draco frowned at the other
Slytherin as Harry startled. “Why would you think that?” Harry inquired, voice
eerily calm.
Tom met the green eyes firmly.
“Because, after you went to bed that first night, I asked Hermione if you’d
been serious about living in a closet and she said yes.”
Draco let out a sharp hiss of
breath. “Your family kept you in a closet?”
Harry turned away from the two
sets of eyes and hid his face in Tom’s shoulder again. “Take me to the
Infirmary.”
“Harry…” Draco growled.
“Let me down or carry me, I
don’t care, but don’t ask me anymore questions.” Harry replied, still hiding
his face. “I don’t want to have to hate you.” The last sentence was whispered,
but both Slytherins heard it.
Tom and Draco traded helpless
looks before nodding. “Fine. Infirmary it is.” Draco muttered, turning to pull
the door open for Tom.
The three finished their walk to
the Infirmary in silence. When they got there, the severe form of Madame
Pomfrey met them at the door. “And where have you three been? Headmaster
Dumbledore called seven minutes ago!”
“We got lost.” Draco supplied.
“And Tom was walking slowly.” As if to make a point, he sent a fake glare at
the raven-haired girl, which was returned.
“Very well. Miss Potter?”
Harry glanced up tiredly and
poked at Tom. “Let me down.”
“Hardly.” Tom glanced up at the
nurse, who was scowling. “Which bed do you want her on?”
“I’m not an invalid, Tom! Put me
down!” Harry shouted furiously, pounding a fist into Tom’s shoulder, which the
girl ignored, watching Madame Pomfrey.
“This way.” The nurse gave in,
leading the way down the row of beds and into a back hallway with doors on
either side. She opened a door with Harry’s name on it, making both Draco and
Tom’s gazes darken, and ushered them in.
Tom set Harry on the bed gently
and smiled as the boy scowled. “Give me a break, Harry. You couldn’t have
walked without help and you know it.”
Harry’s head fell. “Thank you.”
He muttered, picking at the fabric around his waist.
Tom settled a hand on Harry’s
shoulder. “Of course. You know we worry about you.”
“Ditto.” Draco commented,
ruffling Harry’s hair, which made the Gryffindor let out and indignant squeak
and hurry to smooth it again. Both Slytherins grinned.
“Out.” Madame Pomfrey ordered.
Tom and Draco rolled their eyes and headed for the door. “And, Miss Potter,
what did I tell you about any of those wounds opening up?”
“To come straight to you.” Harry
said in a monotone as Draco closed the door on the room.
“Now what?” Tom sighed as they
started down the hall.
“Hermione and Gin should know
something.” Draco muttered.
“You sure?”
“Tom, which two girls have know
Harry for years and lived down the street from her?”
“That hardly means they know
about her home life, Draco.”
“They’re the only leads we’ve
got, and you can’t tell me you haven’t noticed how worried they get over her.”
“Oh, very well. Gryffindor Tower
it is.”
-~*~-
Gin glanced up at the two
Slytherins standing in front of her chair coldly. “Did you two want something,
or are you admiring me?”
“We need to talk to you about
Harry.” Tom said firmly.
“Yeah, where is that girl?” Gin
muttered, frowning.
“In the Infirmary.” Draco
supplied, smirking as the red-head paled dramatically.
“Something about a cut on her
leg opening when she ran into Chang earlier.” Tom continued, scarlet eyes
watching the other girl dangerously. “I don’t suppose you’d know anything about
that?”
Gin stood unsteadily and dully
noted that neither Slytherin looked pleased at the information they’d gained.
“Come with me.” She muttered before turning and leading them down the hall to
the room she shared with Hermione and Harry.
Hermione glanced up from her
romance novel when the door opened. “Oh, hello, Gin, Tom, Draco.” Her smile
fell when she noticed the grim looks. “What’s happened? Where’s Har?”
“Infirmary.” Gin muttered,
sitting on Hermione’s bed next to the girl and laying her head on the brunette
shoulder. “That cut on Har’s leg opened when she ran in to Cho.”
“We want to know what Harry’s
hiding about her home life.” Draco informed the girls dangerously from where he
sat next to Tom on Harry’s bed.
“That’s Har’s story to tell, not
ours.” Hermione replied firmly.
“Harry is in the Infirmary
because she’s got a fucking slash on her leg that she got at her home and her
pride’s so fucking big she won’t tell us what the hell happened!” Tom almost
shouted, scarlet eyes flashing. “Would one of the two of you please tell us
what the fuck’s going on before I go to Dumbles and ask him?!”
Draco set a calming hand on
Tom’s arm, a gesture he’d picked up from Harry, and gave the two Gryffindor
girls, who were terrified, a cold look. “Both Tom and I are worried about
Harry. You two, and probably Pan and Blaise, know what’s going on. Perhaps this
information will help us in whatever task you four have managed to manipulate
us into.”
“What makes you think we’ve
manipulated you into anything?” Gin spat defensively.
“I didn’t even think about it,
until today when Harry was telling the Headmaster her side of the story. She
pointed out that you four set up the whole swimming trip and managed to
talk both Tom and myself into talking her into coming with, even though
you knew none of us would probably swim.”
Hermione sighed. “And Pansy said
you were too dense to figure it out.”
“Hey!”
Tom slammed a hand over Draco’s
mouth, looking between Gin and Hermione. “Who hurt Harry?”
The two Gryffindors traded looks
before Gin sighed, giving in. “Her uncle.”
“Her uncle?!” Draco
hissed, pulling Tom’s hand from his mouth. “And what about her aunt? She didn’t
stop this?”
“They don’t like Har. Think
she’s just a stupid burden.” Hermione whispered, biting her lip. “And it’s so
hard getting her out of that house during the day because her aunt makes her do
all the house work.”
“It’s even more difficult when
Vernon loses his temper in the morning.” Gin growled. “And one of the two of us
have to either kiss Dudley to get the bastard to bring Har out or get Ron to
sneak in for us.”
“And so Ronald’s useful after
all.” Draco muttered, earning him a murderous glare from Gin. “Oh, give me a
break. Tell your bleeding twin I just complemented him for the first time
ever.”
“Ron doesn’t want compliments
from you. He’s just glad you’re not going to his school.” Gin bit out.
Tom waved a hand at the banter.
“You mentioned someone named Dudley. Harry’s cousin, right?” The two girls
nodded. “How does Dudley treat Harry?”
“Punching bag.” Gin muttered and
Hermione nodded grimly.
“Harry wasn’t supposed to come
to this school was she?” Draco asked suddenly.
“No.” Gin shook her head. “I
called the Headmaster and asked him to enroll her.”
“Where was she supposed to go,
originally?” Tom asked suspiciously.
The Gryffindors clammed up.
“Tell us.” Draco ordered.
“If you think you can order us
around, Draco Parkinson, you’ve got another thing coming.” Gin told the blonde
coldly.
“Will you at least tell us why
you refuse to tell us what school Harry was supposed to go to?” Tom asked
softly, frowning.
“It’s Har’s story, not ours.”
Hermione hissed, brown eyes challenging the Slytherins to call her on it again.
Draco scowled and glanced at his
watch. “Come on, Tom. Severus is going to murder us.”
“Your bleeding godfather can
fucking skin me alive for all I’d care.” Tom growled, standing. “I’ll find out
what you all are hiding, then I’ll decide whether I should give you a good
punching run or let you live peacefully.” She added in warning to the
Gryffindors before leaving the room, Draco following her silently.
“Goddess, they’re more
protective of Har than we thought they’d be.” Gin breathed, eyes wide.
“Forget intense. They’re fucking
scary.” Hermione replied.
Gin turned to stare at the
brunette. “Did you, Hermione Granger, just swear?”
Hermione smiled warily. “Don’t
spread it around.”
Gin laughed.
-~*~-
“I hate Hufflepuffs.” Tom
groaned, throwing herself on to her bed that evening.
“Why’s that?” Blaise inquired,
looking up from her book as Draco curled up into a ball on his own bed.
“They like blowing things
up.” Draco whined. “And we have to clean up after them for the rest of the
month!”
Pansy smiled. “Do you regret
beating the stuffing out of Chang?”
“I'll do it again if she doesn’t
watch it around Harry.” Tom muttered, closing her eyes.
“You aren’t changing for bed?”
Blaise asked, concerned. Both Tom and Draco had taken off their shoes when
they’d come in, but only Draco had managed to get under his covers, and neither
were bothering with changing out of their swim clothing.
“Too tired.” Tom grumbled as
Draco’s soft snoring drifted across the room. Tom found enough energy to pick
up a small pillow and throw it at the boy before laying her head back down and
closing her eyes.
Draco glared weakly at the
scarlet-eyed girl before burrowing deeper into his blanket and going back to
sleep.
Pansy and Blaise traded shrugs
before turning in themselves.
-~*~-
Sunday morning found the group
of students, sans Harry, sitting in their normal place in the Great Hall,
tensions high. It was almost as if Harry was the only thing holding them
together.
“I’m going to the Infirmary.”
Tom declared, standing.
“Madame Pomfrey won’t let you
in.” Hermione muttered, poking at her eggs.
“Why not?”
“Har’s a special patient.”
“Oh, is that why she has her own
room?” Draco asked coldly, also standing. “Come on, Tom.”
Tom nodded and turned to walk
from the Great Hall, Draco at her side. The two made it halfway across when
Harry appeared in the doorway, right leg wrapped in a fresh bandage, sarong
hanging from one arm. He couldn’t help smiling as Tom and Draco practically ran
over to him.
“Are you okay?” Tom asked upon
reaching the smaller boy.
“Of course.” Harry eyed them
warily. “Am I allowed to have breakfast?”
“That depends on if you’re
planning on letting Tom carry you or not.” Draco said firmly.
Harry rolled his eyes. “Oh, very
well. Carry away, Madame Riddle.”
“Oh, please don’t call me
‘madame’, Harry. It scares me.” Tom said sadly, picking the boy up easily.
Harry grinned and wrapped his
arms around Tom’s neck resting his head on the girl’s shoulder. “I could get
used to this.”
“You already are, I think.”
Draco pointed out as they reached their group.
“Tom, you’re spoiling her.”
Hermione berated the raven-haired Slytherin, smiling.
“Some people deserve to be
spoiled.” Tom replied, setting Harry in his normal seat and taking the one next
to him. Draco slid in on the green-eyed boy’s other side.
Harry sighed. “Spoiled. Right.”
“You do.” Pansy said calmly. “In
fact, you probably deserve to be spoiled more than Dray, and she’s dreadfully
spoiled.”
“Trying to sound mature again,
Pan?” Draco inquired lightly.
“Trying to get a spoonful of
eggs in your face again, Dray?” Pansy replied in the same tone.
“Hey, Harry, want to hear
something really funny?” Blaise asked, waggling her eyebrows evilly.
Harry grinned and nodded while Draco and Tom looked on warily. “Those two gals
slept in their clothes yesterday, they were so exhausted after cleaning up
after Hufflepuffs.”
Harry giggled. “Serves you
right.”
Draco settled his arm around the
Gryffindor’s shoulders and grinned at Tom. “Ah, it was worth it, wasn’t it, Tom?”
“Oh, yes. It’s much easier to
get rid of stress by cleaning than by beating others up. I wonder if I’m the
only one who’s realized this?”
“Well, I sure have.” Draco
agreed brightly. “What do you think, Harry?”
“I don’t beat people up. I’d
have no idea.” Harry replied carefully.
“But you clean, right?” Draco
pressed.
Harry flicked his spoon so that
some eggs landed on Draco’s nose. “Doesn’t everyone?”
“That was rude.” Draco scowled
and pulled away to wipe off his nose as everyone else laughed and Harry smiled
at him kindly.
“Oh, Draco, I’m sorry. It was
just so tempting. I used to do that to my cousin when he’d hang off me while I
cooked breakfast, but spatulas hold more.” The boy offered the blonde before
cocking an eyebrow at Hermione and Gin, and both blushed. “Oh, you two can’t
keep a secret for more than a month anyway.”
“We didn’t tell them everything.”
Gin defended.
“We’re not totally
hopeless.” Hermione agreed.
Harry rolled his eyes and
flicked spoonfuls of eggs at the two girls before turning his spoon on Tom and
shooting some at her.
Tom caught the eggs in one hand
and ate them. “Don’t flick food at people at the table.” She added.
Harry laughed. “Thanks for the
reminder.”
“You cook for your family?”
Draco inquired softly.
Harry shrugged. “Yeah. I suppose
it’s because I’m the only one that can cook.”
“What about your aunt?” Blaise
asked, having not known this bit of information.
Harry made a face. “Imagine
these eggs in tomato sauce, chili pepper dip, and marshmallows.”
“That sounds like a pregnancy
craving.” Pansy murmured while everyone else winced.
“I think that’s how she cooks,
like she’s got the cravings of a pregnant woman again.” Harry nodded. “It’s
rather nasty, actually.”
“I can imagine that.” Tom had to
agree. “The cook at the orphanage couldn’t cook either.” She paused at the
funny looks she was receiving. “What?”
“You’ve never actually told us
you grew up in an orphanage, that’s all.” Blaise murmured.
Harry smirked. “Go orphans.”
Tom grinned and gave Harry a
high-five. “I’m not technically and orphan, though. My dad’s still alive.”
“Why don’t you live with him?”
Hermione inquired.
“He’s in jail for life.” Tom
shrugged. “Something about rape, I think.”
Everyone winced again and Harry
laid his head on Tom’s shoulder. “Bastard orphan. Even better.”
“No joke.” Tom slid an arm
around Harry’s waist and rested her head on top of the boy’s. “You took a
bath.”
Harry grimaced. “Madame Pomfrey
made me. I hate the smell of her shampoo.”
“Well I like it.” Tom
replied, smiling.
Pansy whispered something to Gin
who broke out into giggles. “What’s so funny this time?” Draco asked,
leaning over the table curiously.
“Pansy was just commenting about
how cute Harry and Tom look together.” Gin replied, grinning.
Harry blushed a bright crimson
and pulled away, glaring at the blue-eyed Slytherin. “Shut up.”
Tom frowned at Pansy and Gin,
who were grinning wickedly. Then, something clicked and Tom groaned. ‘Two
boys? Oh, Great Goddess…’ She let her head fall to the table with a loud
‘thunk’.
Harry blinked a few times in
confusion as Draco scratched his head and stared helplessly at the scarlet-eyed
Slytherin. “Uhm, Tom?” Harry set a hand on the girl’s shoulder lightly.
The girl looked up into the
bright green eyes. “Yeah?” She glanced at the confused grey ones behind Harry
and felt like laughing.
“What’s wrong?”
“There’s two of you,
that’s what.” Tom replied.
“Tom, stop talking in tongues
and just tell us.” Draco growled, glaring at the girls on the other side
of the table as they leaned on one another and laughed.
Tom picked up Harry’s spoon and
sent four spoonfuls of eggs at them, smirking when it shut them up. “Thank you.
Girls have the most annoying laughs.”
“Speak for yourself!” Pansy
huffed.
“I’m the only girl at this table
that doesn’t have an annoying laugh.” Tom replied.
“I thought you liked my laugh.”
Harry pouted.
Tom cocked an eyebrow at the
boy. “Was I talking about you?”
Draco’s head hit the table with
a ‘thunk’ as he figured it out. “For the love of God!”
Harry scowled as this sent the
girls into barrels of laughter again. “I don’t get it!”
“Let’s put it this way, Harry.”
Tom offered. “Neither your nor Draco’s laughs are annoying.”
Harry’s eyes widened and he
turned to look at Draco, who smiled sheepishly at him, before hiding his face
in his hands with a groan.
Blaise fell off the bench,
laughing, and the other three followed her.
-~*~-
“They wanted to send you to St.
Brute’s?! For being transsexual?!” Draco gaped. “Of all the
God-damned, cock-and-bull, bloody, fucking, stupid ideas I’ve ever
heard!”
“That tops them?” Tom asked
grimly.
“Yes!” Draco
paused to look at Harry, who was laying on his bed while the blonde paced and
Tom sat on Gin’s bed. “Look, Harry, your aunt and uncle are just idiots. No
kid, I don’t care what they did wrong, deserves to go to St. Brute’s.”
“Except maybe your cousin.” Tom
supplied.
“Don’t contradict me.” Draco
shot back.
“You like Dudley
Dursley?!” Tom shouted.
Draco cocked an eyebrow at the
angry girl. “When I first met Dudley, I had no reason to hate him, Tom. While I
dislike what he’s done to Harry, he is still my friend.”
“Can we get rid of him?” Tom
begged Harry.
Harry smiled sadly. “Dudley does
have his good points, Tom. He’s not all mean, he’s a person too.”
“Person.” Tom sneered.
“One time, when I’d been
grounded to my closet without any food or water for a week, Dudley brought me
water and his school lunch every day.” Harry said softly. “And it wasn’t on a
bribe from ‘Mione or Gin. He has a heart, but it’s misplaced most of the time.”
“Misplaced.”
“You sound like a bloody broken
record.” Draco sat next to Harry on his bed. “I just realized how tired I am.”
“I know. And we went straight to
sleep last night, too.” Tom agreed, getting up slowly from Gin’s bed and
walking over to join the two boys on Harry’s. “And I feel outnumbered now, by
the way.”
“I’m more outnumbered than you,
you know.” Harry pointed out.
“True. Harry’s outnumbered by
the whole world.” Draco agreed, pulling Harry into a hug. “But, hey, you’ve got
support that the rest of the world hasn’t got.”
“Yeah, Harry. You’ve got me.”
Tom grinned.
“Uhm, excuse me. Who are you?”
Draco asked coldly.
Harry laughed. “Are you two fighting
over me?”
“Little slow, d’ya reckon?” Tom
inquired.
“Only a little?” Draco replied,
resting his head on top of Harry’s. “Hey, Tom’s right. This shampoo smells
good.”
Harry blushed a bright red while
Tom laughed. “Draco, that was so out there.” The girl said, cuddling up on
Harry’s other side. “And, Harry, your ears are red.”
“Shut up, Tom.” Harry grumbled,
putting his hands up to hide his ears.
“It’s cute.” Tom smiled
mischievously. “Though it’s too bad that you don’t blush green, since that
would compliment your eyes so nicely.”
Harry’s blush deepened. “And do
your eyes match when you blush?”
“I don’t blush.” Tom deadpanned.
“I can fix that.” Draco declared
and reached around Harry to kiss Tom sharply.
Harry whistled as the two pulled
apart and Tom hid her face, blushing madly. “Hey, it does! Way to go, Draco!”
“I’m going to murder you,
Malfoy.” Tom growled, peeking between her fingers to glare at the blonde.
“No you won’t.” Draco replied,
smiling.
“What makes you so sure?” Tom
spat.
“Because I’m such a good
kisser.”
Harry burst out laughing at that
and rested his head against Draco’s shoulder. “You’re hopeless, Draco.”
“Harry has a point. In fact, I
bet I know a better kisser than you.” Tom smirked.
“Bet you don’t.”
“How much?”
“Ten pounds.”
“Deal.” They shook on it firmly.
“Tom, do you even have
ten pounds?” Harry asked, amused.
Tom sighed. “Nope, which is why
I can only hope you’re as good as I think you are.”
“No kisses!” Harry shook his
head and hid his face in Draco’s shirt.
“You heard the man, no kisses.
Now, pay up.” Draco said, his smirk carried over in his voice.
“Maybe I should go ask Gin
instead, then.” Tom said sadly.
Harry groaned and glanced over at
the girl, who had hung her head hopelessly. “Oh, fine.”
“Blackmail!” Draco shouted even
as he let Harry go.
“Stuff it, Malfoy.” Tom growled,
pulling Harry into her lap. “You’re too small, you know.” She added to Harry.
Harry scowled. “You’re just too
big.”
“Is that so?”
“Yup.”
Tom chuckled before leaning
forward and catching Harry’s lips with her own. Harry closed his eyes and let
the feelings wash over him, reveling in the taste of the girl when he opened
his mouth for her questing tongue.
“Well?” Draco asked in
annoyance, breaking up the kiss abruptly.
“Harry’s better than you.” Tom
teased, sticking out her tongue.
Harry smiled. “And Tom tastes
like strawberries.”
“Strawberries?” Draco asked,
confused.
Tom tossed the boy a small,
wrapped candy. “They’re my favourites.”
Draco shook his head in wonder
at the small, strawberry flavoured candies. “I’ll be damned. I’ve never even
seen you eat one.”
“I should hope not. I’ve
perfected the technique of slipping them into my mouth when people are watching
me closely.”
“How do you do that?” Harry
inquired.
“I just did.” Tom opened her
mouth to show them a single strawberry candy.
“Holy fuck.” Draco breathed.
“How’d you do that?” Harry asked
suspiciously.
Tom smiled. “Magic.”
“There is no such thing.” Draco
scoffed, tossing the candy Tom had thrown him into his own mouth.
“Of course there is, you just
don’t realize it yet.” Tom replied, smiling. “Boys are the slowest on the
uptake.”
“I’m slower than Draco.” Harry
whined.
“That’s ‘cause you’re not a
proper boy or girl.” Tom hugged the boy to her chest. “You’re just special, and
you have a tendency to over-think things.”
“Or just not think at all.”
Draco agreed.
“No, Draco, that’s you.” Tom
shot back.
“Why do you two always fight?”
Harry wanted to know.
“Personality clash?” Tom
shrugged.
“Gender clash.” Draco hummed.
“Perhaps a bit of both.” Tom
decided, resting her head on top of Harry’s. “Oh, and you, I suppose.”
“Me?” Harry shook his head.
“That’s silly.”
“Hardly.” Draco stretched out on
the bed, reaching up to run a hand through Harry’s hair. “You’re kind, smart,
beautiful, and you always help people, no matter who they are or what they’ve
done in the past.”
“And you put up with Draco.” Tom
added teasingly.
“And Tom.” Draco agreed,
grinning at the girl as Harry looked back and forth between them.
“But… I’m no-“ He cut himself
off with a large yawn and smiled sheepishly.
Draco chuckled while Tom took
off Harry’s glasses and set them on the bedside table. “It’s Sunday.” The
scarlet-eyed girl said, laying down with Harry and settling the boy between
herself and Draco. “We can all take a nap.”
“I never take naps on Sundays…”
Harry murmured.
“Neither do I.” Tom admitted.
“I’m not allowed to at home.”
Draco agreed softly, setting and arm over Harry’s stomach. “But, fuck, who’s
going to stop us?”
“No one.” Tom answered, smiling
kindly.
“You two really are spoiling
me…” Harry muttered.
“Are you complaining?” Tom
inquired.
“…no, I don’t suppose I am.”
“Then shut up and go to sleep.”
Draco ordered, setting a kiss to Harry’s cheek and smirking when the boy
blushed. “Oh, that reminds me, you’ve got the cutest blush.”
“Prat.” Harry muttered darkly,
closing his eyes. “You’re always so mean to me.”
“Ah, you’ll get over it.” Draco
chuckled.
“And he spoils you to make up
for it.” Tom whispered in Harry’s ear.
Harry giggled and snuggled
deeper between the two. “You two argue too much.”
Draco and Tom traded a look
before each placing a kiss on one of Harry’s cheeks. “You don’t really mind,
you know.” Draco pointed out.
Harry smiled. “Nope.”
The two Slytherins laughed and
closed their eyes as well.
-~*~-
Hermione peeked into her dorm
room and smiled at the three sleeping peacefully in Harry’s bed. Tom and Draco
were both hugging Harry tightly and Harry had, somehow, managed to snuggle
closer to both of them. The small boy was smiling peacefully in his sleep.
“Sleep well, you three.” The
brunette whispered before closing the door behind herself quietly and going
back downstairs to tell the other three.
A/N: Doh… -headdesk- Fluff…overload…
…
Should I end this here? -smirks-
Batsutousai