Blaise had had it with his retarded Hufflepuff. Honestly, Thomas was basket case. Why didn't he want to spend every single second praising Blaise like the rest of humanity? What was it with ground rules and sides of the room and See-Saw being restrained?
Blaise pouted as he walked down the hall. He needed someone who would lend a shoulder for him to cry on. Or someone who had been beatdown at an early age and no longer thought to push him away. Someone like Draco.
He pushed at Draco's dorm door and was surprised to find it locked. He pouted some more.
"Dracoooooo, let me in before I die from exposure to Hufflepuffs and their incompetence," he cried out. "Do you want me dead? I don't want me dead. Dracooooooo."
Draco was basking in the afterglow, head buried in Potter's shoulder when he heard a very familiar voice through the door. Eyes wide, he jumped off of the bed and pulled up his pants in one swift motion.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
"Just give me a moment, Zabini," Draco called through the door, pointly avoiding looking at the man who had just... Ugh. Draco didn't even want to think about that.
Harry sat up in bed, confused and sort of angry that his afterglow had been disrupted as he watched Draco grab his pants and shuck them on.
"Wait. What?" he asked, looking over at the door which was locked. Thank Merlin. Wait, had he locked it earlier when he came in? Fuck it.
"Ignore him and come back here," he groused, realizing that Blaise was standing outside the door. Really Harry didn't care. He just wanted Malfoy back on top of him as he was really hoping to continue what they had been doing earlier.
Blaise waited patiently when he heard Draco call out. And you know, he was really well known for his patience. Well, more like his impatience, but five seconds was plenty of time to pick up your wand and flick a spell at the door. He started knocking.
"Dracoooooooo, seriously. This is my hour of need. What kind of friend are you, anyway? You're supposed to be there for me when I need help, and I definitely need you right now! Draco, come on, hurry up. This is getting ridiculous.@
Blaise started pouting at the door. If they had been in his manor, the door probably would have felt sorry for his sad face and popped open. However, apparently Akashic doors were unfeeling slabs of wood and didn't care about his sad faces.
He pouted some more before forlornly calling out Draco's name again.
Draco's head whipped around to look at Potter when the boy insisted he come back. What on earth had he gotten himself into? Surely Potter wasn't going to suddenly realize he was gay and start pining after him now. Because Draco was definitely not gay, especially not for Potter.
His attention was drawn back to the door at Zabini's insistant whining.
The softness in his voice surprised him when he finally spoke. "Get cleaned up, Potter. We have company."
Harry gave a soft growl but nodded, getting up off the bed and taking care to tuck himself back in his pants before pulling his shirt up off over his head. He looked down at his stomach and cringed, noticing that some of their joint ejaculate had seeped through the thin shirt and onto his skin. He tossed the dirty shirt into his clothes hamper while grabbing at a towel to wipe his skin clean.
He looked over at Malfoy to find him watching him and smiled. "You can let him in now if you'd like," he said softly, gesturing to the door with the towel.
Blaise had had enough of being ignored. Honestly, Draco knew he was here. Draco knew he had the patience of a horse fly. Draco knew... well Draco knew what he was like when he was whiny and being ignored and was forced to wait by himself in boring hallways.
It served Draco right, he decided. He made a quick motion with his wand that melted the door handle and he burst into the room before throwing himself at Draco.
"Draco! It's terrible! I'm moving in with you!"
Though now that he thought about it, it was the first time he was seeing Draco's room. He took a glance around and spotted Potter. Ew.
Blaise pouted as he walked down the hall. He needed someone who would lend a shoulder for him to cry on. Or someone who had been beatdown at an early age and no longer thought to push him away. Someone like Draco.
He pushed at Draco's dorm door and was surprised to find it locked. He pouted some more.
"Dracoooooo, let me in before I die from exposure to Hufflepuffs and their incompetence," he cried out. "Do you want me dead? I don't want me dead. Dracooooooo."
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Shit. Shit. Shit.
"Just give me a moment, Zabini," Draco called through the door, pointly avoiding looking at the man who had just... Ugh. Draco didn't even want to think about that.
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"Wait. What?" he asked, looking over at the door which was locked. Thank Merlin. Wait, had he locked it earlier when he came in? Fuck it.
"Ignore him and come back here," he groused, realizing that Blaise was standing outside the door. Really Harry didn't care. He just wanted Malfoy back on top of him as he was really hoping to continue what they had been doing earlier.
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"Dracoooooooo, seriously. This is my hour of need. What kind of friend are you, anyway? You're supposed to be there for me when I need help, and I definitely need you right now! Draco, come on, hurry up. This is getting ridiculous.@
Blaise started pouting at the door. If they had been in his manor, the door probably would have felt sorry for his sad face and popped open. However, apparently Akashic doors were unfeeling slabs of wood and didn't care about his sad faces.
He pouted some more before forlornly calling out Draco's name again.
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His attention was drawn back to the door at Zabini's insistant whining.
The softness in his voice surprised him when he finally spoke. "Get cleaned up, Potter. We have company."
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He looked over at Malfoy to find him watching him and smiled. "You can let him in now if you'd like," he said softly, gesturing to the door with the towel.
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It served Draco right, he decided. He made a quick motion with his wand that melted the door handle and he burst into the room before throwing himself at Draco.
"Draco! It's terrible! I'm moving in with you!"
Though now that he thought about it, it was the first time he was seeing Draco's room. He took a glance around and spotted Potter. Ew.
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