Harry tumbled out of the fireplace and found himself immediately incased in a strong pair of arms.

"My son," Lucius whispered wonderingly, pulling him away from the harth as Draco stepped out and brushed himself off. Lucius opened his arms and crushed Draco into his chest as well. Narcissa had already left the room with a quiet, "I shall see you at dinner."

"My boys," Lucius repeated, pushing them away in order to see them better. He smiled softly and turned to Draco. "Draco, take your brother up to your room while I prepare a bedroom of his own. I'll see you in a little while." Draco nodded and gently tugged an unprotesting, deathly calm Harry out of the room.

"This is my room-or rooms, rather," Draco explained coolly, leaving Harry by the door.

"You have very nice rooms," Harry said dreamily, his eyes glazed.

"Oh, for christ's sake, Potter! Get in here and shut the door-and stop gwaking. I'm sure you'll have very nice rooms too," Draco snapped bitterly; he had always wanted a brother, but Potter wasn't who he had in mind! Harry walked-or rather floated-further into the room and stopped in front of the large mirror. He took in his pale skin, short blonde hair, icy blue eyes and defined features; he didn't recognize himself. But that was okay, because you don't alway recongize yourself in dreams, sometimes you look different.

Draco hopped on his much too large bed and survayed Harry suspiciously. Minutes passed and no one said anything, Draco sat on his bed and watched Harry and Harry explored the room. He dissapeared in the bathroom for several minutes, then came back out and drifted to the large wardrobe, he shifted through the articles of clothing and shoes and wondered if the real Draco had this much clothes.

"Leo, Draco?" someone called. Harry continued to shift through the wardrobe, having now moved the large chest of drawers in one corner.

"He's in the wardrobe," Draco told his father. Lucius' brows drew together.

"Why is he in there?" Draco shrugged and Lucius carefully walked to the wardrobe and peaked in. "What are you doing in here?" he asked turning the lights on. Harry looked up at him and held a pair of Draco's boxers up quizzicaly. They had the words 'hot arse' written across the cheeks. Lucius chuckled and gently removed the underwear from Harry's hands and folded it neatly before replacing them in the drawer and shutting it. "Come now, I have your room set up," he said, leading Harry out of the spacious closet. "The furnishings are only temporary, of course and you'll be able to redecorate it how you like," Lucius explained as he ushered Harry out of Draco's room and across the hall. Draco followed.

A set of three stairs led into the main room from a large oak door. There were two large trees on either side of the door and room opened in shades of green, silver, and a rich red. A gigantic bed with a generous canopy set one wall, a set of tall windows on the oposite side and wardrobe directly opposite.

"It's very nice," Harry said finally.

"It's all yours," Lucius replied, squeezing his shoulders lightly.

"Oh? That's very nice too." Lucius chuckled softly and turned him around.

"It's about time for dinner. Why don't you get cleaned up and put something else on. I'm sure you'll fit into something of Draco's." Harry nodded absently and Lucius turned to Draco. "We'll be in the informal dinning room when you're ready," Lucius told him.

"Alright, dad, see you in a little while." Lucius smiled at them once more and left. "You need a bath," Draco said once the door had closed behind his father. Harry allowed Draco to push him toward the bathroom and then stood there, admiring the tiles and artwork. Draco sighed heavily and started the water. "Take your clothes off and get in the water," Draco said slowly. Harry bit his lip for a second as though considering something very difficult. Finally, he shrugged and began removing his robes. Draco turned off the tapps on the large hexagonal bathtub and pulled a set of towels out of the cupboard. "I'm going to get you some suitable clothes," Draco said over one shoulder as he left the room.

When Draco returned a few minutes later, Harry was in the bath, with two bottles of shampoo in his hands and his eyes looking between them and the other six on the ledge.

"Oiy, you're impossible, Potter," Draco said, setting the pile of clothes on a stool and taking a seat on the ledge. "Come here," he ordered. Harry set the bottles down and obligingly moved over to where Draco was seated. The other boy reached across the water and picked up an elborately shaped purple glass bottle. "Hair like ours has to be taken care of," Draco explained, taking the stopper out and pouring a generous amount of the sweet liquid into his hands. Harry made no complaints as Draco roughly worked the shampoo into a lather.

"Hold your nose," the other boy warned before dunking Harry into the water. Harry came up sputtering, but otherwise said nothing. "Hand me that blue bottle." Harry whipped the water out of his eyes and reached for the requested bottle. Draco once again lathered his hair and dunked him to rinse the suds away. Draco grabbed a towel and dried his arms off before walking around the tub. "Wash with this," he said pushing a cream-colored bottle forward and setting a soft cloth on it. "Then exfoilate," he continued, picking the squat jar off a shelf and setting it next to it. When you're done, get out, dry off and work this oil into your skin. Use this on your feet, and this on your hands. Then get dressed and come into my room so I can do your hair," Draco finished briskely. Harry nodded dumbly and went over the order of the products in his head.

Half an hour later found Harry dressed in a comfortable set of silk trousers, soft boots, a sued top and a light over-robe. He looked at himself once again in the large mirror, his finger running over the scar on his forehead that was barely visable against his fair skin. This all still felt so unreal. Even his vision was soft and blurred like in a dream. Sighing softly, he made his way through the room and across the hall.

"Hello?" He called softly when the room appeared to be empty.

"I'm in the bathroom!" Draco called back. Harry unthinkingly went into the carpeted bathroom.

"What are you doing?" He asked curiously. Draco rolled his eyes.

"I'm shaving," he answered as though it were obvious.

"Your legs?" Harry inquired, tipping his head to one side and regarding Draco sideways. Draco heaved an exasperated sigh.

"Yes, I'm shaving my legs. You should be too, you know," Harry made a face and sat down on a stool, watching avidly as Draco dipped his well-formed legs in the water to wash off the extra cream. "You're taking this very well," Draco observed, taking a cloth and a cream bottle off the ledge. Harry recognized it as the wash he used.

"Taking what very well?" he asked quietly, watching aptly as the blonde stood gracefully and ran the cloth over his body, his back turned to Harry.

"This!" Draco cried, throwing his hands up in the air and flicking bits of soap everywhere.

"Watching you bathe? That's not very hard," Harry told him. Draco sighed, his shoulders dropping.

"Great, my brother has a crush on me."

"You have a brother?"

"You, you idiot!"

"I don't have a crush on you. I just think you're very graceful," Harry confessed. Draco shot him a look over his shoulder, but said nothing. Harry suddenly started laughing.

"What's so funny?" Draco demanded, taking out a handful of the sweet-smelling scrub and rubbing it into his body.

"It's a good thing I'm dreaming. I don't think you would appreciate that comment in real life. You would probably hex me."

"No wonder you're acting so wierd; you think this all a dream!"

"How could it possibly be real? I don't look like this, and I certainly don't bathe with Draco Malfoy on a regular bases," Harry reasoned. Draco shook his head, grabbed a towel and climbed out of the bath. He wrapped the towel around his waist and took a seat on the vanity chair.

"Hand me that brown bottle," he said over one shoulder. Harry handed him the requested bottle and watched as Draco massaged the oil into his skin, then the cream into his delicate feet.

"You have pretty feet," Harry said, slidding to the floor and taking the bottle from Draco's hands. Draco watched curiously as Harry gathered some of the rich cream into his hands and began rubbing it into Draco's feet.

/He's not going to be happy when he descovers this isn't a dream/ Draco thought, but didn't attempt to take his foot away and reached across the vanity for the hand lotion. When Harry was finally done with his feet they felt tingly and when he set them down on the carpet, he almost felt as though he was floating.

"Thank you," he said a little akwardly, reaching for his clothes. Harry sat back on his hunches and watched Draco get dressed. Draco didn't really mind, he didn't have an ounce of modesty in his body and rather liked showing it off, even if it was to Harry. "Come here," Draco ordered, gesturing the stool in front of the vanity. Harry sat and watched his reflection in the mirror as Draco poured a small amount of gel into his palm and warmed it between his hands. He then ran his hands through Harry's hair, starting in the back and working his way forward. After several minutes of playing with the other boy's hair, he decided that he liked it messy. While it had been a complete fashion desastor when Harry had brown hair and darker complection, it was beautiful with his blonde hair and fair skin. "Alright, up," he said, patting the boy's shoulders. Rather than getting up, Harry slid back to the ground and watched while Draco slicked his hair back. "Okay, we're ready. Let's go." Harry stood and followed him out of the room. If only Draco was this pleasent in real life!