The Difference Between Girls and Boys
Whipped this up for New Years, though I'm not sure how I feel about it, really. naughtygoldie and miints, sorry I didn't send this to you, but me and my impatient self really wanted this posted for today and I didn't want to rush you! SWAS 6 will definitely be sent to you, though!
Title: The Difference Between Girls and Boys
Category: Harry Potter
Genre: Romance/Humor/Slash
Rating: R
Pairing: H/D
Disclaimer: Not mine, it's JKR's.
Summary: New Years is a time for reflection, though that's kind of difficult when suddenly the most shocking thing you've seen all year is Draco Malfoy snogging another boy and you can't seem to get it off your mind.
~~The Difference Between Girls and Boys~~
New Years was an odd time for Harry his sixth year at Hogwarts. A lot had happened in the past year, things that had considerably changed who he was. He’d had his first girlfriend, however disastrous the relationship had been, he’d taken his O.W.L.s, he’d watched his friends become Prefects and flourish with their newfound responsibilities, he’d lost Sirius, which was probably the most notable and life-changing event of the year, and he’d…he’d…
…he’d walked in on Draco Malfoy and Terry Boot snogging in the Prefects’ Bathroom.
It was this last event that weighed heavily on Harry’s mind as he sat out in the brisk cold early in the morning that New Year’s Eve. It had happened three weeks ago, and ever since the images of his two classmates together had been continually recycling through his head. They raced past his eyes every time he saw either boy in the hall, they bended and twisted around his dreams, and even now, as he tried to reflect on the past year, it was the only thing he could think of.
Harry did not consider himself naïve in any sense, though he knew that many probably did. He knew about girls, despite any bad experiences he’d had with them. He’d watched Ginny with her various boyfriends, especially Dean whom she was still with. He’d seen Seamus chasing Lavender around the common room. He’d been watching Ron and Hermione do their tentative dance around each other for years. He’d keenly listened in on every story a boy in his year shared, and even over the summer he’d heard lots of things from the various Weasley brothers. No, Harry was not oblivious about girls.
But apparently he was clueless about boys.
It had never occurred to the him that a boy could be or would even want to be with another boy. Sure, he knew what homosexual meant and he knew that it existed, but that it was at Hogwarts? That there was the possibility that his own friends could up and decide they swung that way? Harry had never even given it thought.
And quite frankly, he had no idea why he kept thinking about it.
It had been a shocking experience, happening late at night one weekday when Harry hadn’t thought anyone else would be in the bathroom. Heh, well apparently Malfoy and Terry hadn’t thought anyone would be in there either. The two boys had already been going at each other when Harry slid silently through the door in his invisibility cloak. Neither had noticed the door softly opening or closing. Harry’s first thought was that Malfoy was strangling the Ravenclaw boy, but he’d learned from last year not to react to things too rashly, so after a quick, intense look-over, he been startled to realize that they were kissing. Malfoy had been straddling Terry beside the edge of the pool-sized bath, one leg thrown over either side of the boy’s hips, and Terry’s hands had been tangled into the blonde’s sleek hair. Both were shirtless and sweaty in the humid room, and the heavy aroma of various bath scents lingered thickly in the air.
It was the throaty groan, coming from which boy Harry didn’t know, that broke him out of his trance. But even though he tried to turn around and leave them in privacy, his feet stayed locked in place. He watched, mesmerized, as Malfoy moved to kiss Terry’s throat, sliding down the boy’s body to do so. He kept moving lower and lower, laying kisses against the brunette’s stomach and dipping his tongue into the boy’s navel. Terry arched up, his back leaving the floor, and let out a long, low moan that had Harry blinking rapidly and his knees shaking. His feet still refused to move.
But when Malfoy’s fingers traced beneath the top of the other boy’s pajama pants and he lifted his head to grin at his partner, and Terry lazily returned the smile, Harry managed to bolt it out of there. The sight of the Slytherin’s face, relaxed and smiling so easily, his eyes bright, was almost more shocking than the rest of what he’d just seen.
Harry told everyone that his sullen quietness the next day was the result of a bad dream, and he studiously avoided both Draco and Terry from then on out.
In fact, he hadn’t had a confrontation with the Slytherin since before that night…
“Oy, Potter! You’re in my spot, shove off!”
Which of course meant that such a meet-up was apparently long overdue.
Harry blinked as the grinning, sweaty, topless, beckoning boy in his mind suddenly morphed into the sneering, fully clothed git in front of him.
“Malfoy!” he exclaimed, instantly on guard.
“Yes, that’s right,” Draco smirked. “I’m still alive and well, despite your attempts to believe otherwise.” At Harry's confused look, he rolled his eyes and continued, “You've been avoiding me, haven't you? Not that I'm disappointed in this new arrangement, but I know something's up. I haven’t run into you in weeks!” The blonde eyed Harry suspiciously.
“I always avoid you, Malfoy,” Harry muttered.
“Yeah, sure,” Draco replied flippantly. “Whatever you want to believe. Now go away, this is my spot.”
“It is not,” Harry said, crossing his arms. “You’re name isn’t written anywhere claiming that you own it.” Malfoy merely pointed to the ground in front of the giant rock Harry was perched on. The words ‘DRACO MALFOY CLAIMS THIS SPOT’ were etched into the frozen ground. Harry blinked. “Huh, look at that...”
“Yes, it’s mine, so would you leave already?” Malfoy sneered. He took one step towards the Gryffindor, arm lifting slightly, and Harry flinched backwards violently, his eyes squeezed shut. There was a silent pause, before he warily opened one eye. Malfoy looked completely startled with his arm still vaguely reaching out in front of him. “What was that?” he finally managed to ask. Harry couldn’t find anything to say for a few seconds, not even sure himself why he’d reacted that way.
“Don’t…don’t touch me,” he said eventually, voice barely louder than a whisper. Malfoy blinked and frowned.
“Don’t touch you?” he sneered. “What, do I repulse you that much? Can’t be contaminated by the Death Eater’s son, is that it?” Harry shook his head quickly, eyes still wide.
“I…” he started to say, before finally straightening back up to the position he’d originally been in. “I…I saw you. With Terry. In…in the Prefects Bathroom.” Malfoy’s entire countenance changed as the words left Harry’s mouth. His face seemed to not be able to choose between paling and blushing, so what resulted was a pasty, blotchy look that was highly unattractive. Draco’s eyes were wide, searching the Gryffindor’s face rapidly as if he’d find the truth there. His mouth worked uselessly, only emitting squeaking sounds since he couldn’t figure out what to say, and Harry was sure he’d never seen anyone look so tense.
“What-what do you mean?” Malfoy asked, clearly fighting to keep his voice steady, though there was an obvious waver to it. Harry shrugged helplessly.
“I saw you. Doing…you know…um, whatever it was you were doing.”
“I don’t believe you,” Draco said immediately. Harry sighed.
“Well I did. You were…you were kissing, and-and kissing his stomach and you were smiling at him and it was all very weird-”
“How much did you watch?!” Draco interrupted shrilly as his face gave up with the paling and instead flushed pink.
“Well I left after you smiled,” Harry said, nose wrinkling.
“And what do you mean it was weird?!” continued Draco, ignoring the other boy. “Is that why you flinched?” All nervousness was melting out of the Slytherin, that familiar sneer and cold look returning instead. “What, did you think you could catch it or something? You think being gay is contagious?!” He was starting to look furious.
“What-NO! That’s not why I…why I flinched,” Harry insisted. “I…you were…see, I…you’re gay?” Malfoy narrowed his eyes.
“Yes, Potter, see, that’s usually what it means when two boys are snogging one another,” he replied snidely.
“I know that!” Harry snapped. “But I thought… I mean, it just never occurred to me that…” he trailed off, not knowing what he was trying to say.
“You’re not going to tell anyone, are you?” Draco was starting to look pasty and nervous again. “Not that I care what people think of me, but…um…well, Terry might not want people to know, and… Have you told anyone? You didn’t tell the Weasel and Mud- um, Weasley and Granger, did you?” Harry eyed the boy in front of him as he continually ran a hand through his hair in some sort of a nervous gesture. It was beginning to stick up almost as bad as his own.
“I didn’t tell anyone,” he said softly.
“And you’re not going to, right?” Malfoy asked quickly. Harry blinked.
“Why? Would it be a big problem if people knew?” he asked curiously.
“Are you crazy?! Of course it would be! I might as well spell a big neon sign to light up with the words, ‘I’M DENOUNCING THE DARK LORD’!”
“I’m not following you,” Harry said blankly, and then realized that perhaps he was more naïve than he thought. Malfoy blinked and gave Harry a disbelieving look.
“Are you seriously asking me to explain this to you?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Well, I have blackmail on you, so…” Harry trailed off.
“What- You can’t blackmail me!” Draco spluttered. “You’re a Gryffindor!” The green-eyed boy shrugged.
“The Sorting Hat wanted me in Slytherin,” he offered by way of explanation. Malfoy sighed.
“Nice excuse, but I’ll bite. Ok, the Dark Lord’s all about purebloods, right?” Harry nodded. “And obviously they’re becoming fewer and fewer because of mud-…muggleborns, so it’s important that purebloods continue to have more purebloods each generation.” Harry nodded again, and Draco sighed in exasperation. “Potter, you are more dense then even I give you credit for,” he muttered. “I really hope you knew this already, but obviously men can’t have babies. So gay, pureblood wizards are a waste to the Dark Lord’s cause. He hates them nearly as much as he hates muggleborns.” Harry’s eyes widened.
“So you’d become a target or something,” he tried to clarify.
“Or something,” Malfoy agreed. “And my father would probably disown me and I’d be shunned from society…look, Potter, it’s really important that no one finds out about this, ok?” Harry eyed the boy thoughtfully, head tilted slightly to one side.
“What do I care about you being shunned and disowned?” he asked casually, watching as Malfoy’s eyes widened in disbelief. “If you were me, and you found out that I was gay, I’m pretty sure you’d go to the Daily Prophet in a second.”
“I would not!” Draco insisted, starting to look desperate. “Potter, school-boy pranks and ruining someone’s life are two completely different things!”
“School-boy pranks?!” Harry exploded, sliding off the rock and coming to stand inches from the Slytherin. “I hardly think that what you’ve pulled can be clarified as school-boy pranks. Trying to get Hagrid sacked? That might ruin his life. Wanting to help the ‘Heir of Slytherin,’ knowing that the whole purpose of that was to kill muggleborns? Oh no, that wouldn’t ruin their lives or anything, they’d only be DEAD! Oh, and that toad, Umbridge? She-”
“Nothing she did was life-threatening!” Draco interrupted. Harry just stared at him before shoving his hand into his face. Draco blinked, eyes focusing on the faint scars of words etched into the Harry’s hands. Gently, he grabbed the boy by the wrist so that he could get a closer look, and moved so that their palms were resting against each other. “So she gave you another scar,” he said softly, running his fingers over the words. “I wouldn’t even call that a wound.” Harry’s breath hitched as Draco continued trailing his fingers over the back of his hand. He could feel the slight roughness, probably from Quidditch, of the boy’s palm against his own. Draco smoothed out his skin once more, sending tingles up his arm, and he quickly yanked his hand away, blinking several times.
“That’s not the point,” he said breathlessly. “The point is that I have more than enough reason to out you.”
“It’s not like you haven’t done your fair share of things to me, you know,” Draco pointed out. “Getting my father arrested might be a start-”
“I didn’t tell him to lick Voldemort’s boots!” Harry exclaimed. “And why do you even care anymore? Isn’t he all for killing people like you as well?” Draco frowned at the way Harry said that.
“Just because I’ll be a huge disappointment to him doesn’t mean I suddenly hate him, he is still my father,” he said dismissively. “My, Potter, aren’t you the little hypocrite.” Harry’s eyebrows shot up.
“Excuse me?”
“Well, aren’t you supposed to be the non-discriminative one? Accepting of purebloods, muggleborns, half-bloods, blacks, whites, giants, werewolves… Apparently homosexuals don’t make your list.” Maybe Harry was seeing things, but Malfoy suddenly looked very uncomfortable. The blonde wrapped his arms around himself, black cloak billowing out and making him look smaller and younger. “If you’re going to out me, fine, just…just leave Terry out of it. He doesn’t deserve-”
“Terry has nothing to do with this and you know it,” Harry cut in, sitting back down on the rock. “And I’m not going to tell anyone about you. So just…go away.” Draco blinked and shifted awkwardly.
“So that’s it?” he asked warily. “I’m just supposed to trust you?”
“I’m a Gryffindor, aren’t I?” Harry asked sarcastically.
“And apparently almost a Slytherin,” Draco smirked. He sat down next to Harry before the other boy could figure out what he was doing. Harry attempted to subtly scoot over and failed miserably. “Ok, that’s got to stop,” the blonde said seriously. “Just because I like boys doesn’t mean I like you. In any sense of the word.”
“Right,” Harry said nervously.
“So why are you sitting out here all alone anyway? I know all of your friends are still here. Shouldn’t you be celebrating the New Year with them?” Draco kind of spat the word ‘friends’ out and the rest of what he said sounded a bit strained. Harry couldn’t help the slight grin that spread on his lips.
“Malfoy, you don’t have to try to be friendly with me, I’m not going to tell anyone,” he said, amused. Draco noticeably relaxed.
“Thank Merlin for that,” he muttered. Nevertheless, he didn’t leave, and the two boys sat silently for a few minutes. Snow had started lightly falling around them, which was when Harry noticed that the temperature had dropped several degrees. He shivered slightly, though the warmth of Malfoy near his side helped, so he didn’t say anything when the boy scooted over even closer. Their sides were now pressed together and when Malfoy shifted and moved his arms, one hand brushed against Harry’s thigh. “Potter, are you blushing?” Draco asked, obviously amused.
“No!” Harry answered quickly. He ignored the warmth that blossomed further in his cheeks. Draco didn’t reply, but Harry felt that hand brushing by his thigh again and tried to shift away nonchalantly. He glanced at Malfoy out of the corner of his eye. The boy’s skin was pale, nearly blending in with the falling snowflakes. His hair still looked messy from when he’d been running his hands through it. Though his face had matured slightly over the years, it was still pointed and the sneer on his lips seemed to be a permanent fixture. Harry wondered what Terry saw in him.
Harry jumped as Malfoy’s hand was suddenly blatantly resting on his thigh.
“Uh, M-Malfoy?” he asked shakily, attempting to shift away again. But Draco’s hand tightened, so he stilled.
“Potter, what’s the farthest you’ve ever been with a girl?” Draco asked curiously. He continued to look straight ahead as Harry blinked.
“That’s none of your business,” Harry spat, annoyed at being reminded of how far he did not get with Cho. Malfoy moved his hand a bit further up Harry’s leg, tracing vague patterns with his fingers. Harry breathed in deeply, hands clenching slightly.
“Was that Chang girl your only significant other?”
“Yes,” Harry said shortly. He wondered absently how Malfoy knew about that, but was distracted again when that hand moved up even more, this time also slipping down to massage his inner thigh. He drew in a shuddering breath, trying to ignore the way his pants tightened.
“Have you ever thought about doing anything with boys?”
“…No.” It was an honest answer. Not until very recently had he even thought about boys being together at all, and even then it had always been Terry and Malfoy who tumbled about in his dreams. Of course, Terry had the same dark shade of hair that Harry had, so sometimes it was hard to tell who Harry was dreaming about…especially when the skin on the dark-haired boy seemed to turn a bit tanner and there was a glimmer of green in the face…
Harry gasped and jerked, eyes shooting open from their half-closed state when he felt fingers trail teasingly over his groin. He nearly fell off of the rock they were sitting on but Malfoy quickly grabbed his wrist and the next thing Harry knew they were nose to nose, his flushed face staring at Draco’s pale one. Both were breathing heavily.
“I…I think I’m going to go inside now,” Harry said nervously, trying to look away from Malfoy’s glittering eyes. Harry noticed that he had very long eyelashes, and snowflakes kept catching there before melting away. “It’s starting to get cold and all…” He tried to move away, but Malfoy’s grip on his wrist tightened.
“I could warm you up,” he said huskily. Harry shivered at the suddenly deep tone and swallowed.
“N-no, I’m fine, r-really,” he said weakly. But he didn’t move anywhere.
“You have been thinking about boys, haven’t you?” Malfoy accused, voice still lower than normal and slightly amused. “You’ve been thinking about me. Ever since you saw me in the bathroom, you’ve wanted to know what it would be like if it was you underneath me instead of Terry.” Harry’s eyes widened when Malfoy leaned in closer, but the boy only spoke softly into his ear. “I can show you,” he said, and his hot, damp breath sent more shivers down Harry’s spine.
“What about Terry?” he whispered, then immediately wondered why he was seriously considering the offer.
“Terry dumped me two weeks ago,” Draco said, not missing a beat.
“B-but I don’t like boys,” Harry shivered again.
“You’ve never been with a boy,” Draco stated. “Tonight, Prefect’s Bathroom. Meet me there at eleven.” He turned away to leave, but Harry called after him.
“I don’t trust you!” he yelled. Draco turned and began walking backwards, grinning at the boy.
“Slytherins always trust other Slytherins!” he returned.
Harry remained outside for awhile longer after that.
* * *
Somehow Harry managed to slip away from his friends later that night, though he still didn’t know why he was actually doing this. He told himself he was just ‘getting to know the enemy.’ Then he had to remind himself that while Malfoy certainly wasn’t his ally, he couldn’t exactly be counted as an enemy anymore either, seeing as how he had apparently denounced Voldemort and all.
Sighing, Harry pushed open the door to the bathroom and stepped inside. He didn’t see Malfoy anywhere, but the bath was already full and topped with sudsy foam, so he dropped his invisibility cloak and stepped up to the edge. Squatting down, he peered into the murky water and then promptly let out a loud exclamation and fell back onto his rear when Malfoy’s head surged out of the water.
“Potter! So glad you came!” the blonde said cheerfully, propping his elbows up on the edge of the bath.
“Bloody hell, Malfoy! Don't startle me like that,” Harry groused, crawling on his knees toward the boy and glaring at him. He eyed the Draco's bare shoulders, watching as the water dripped off his skin in rivulets.
“Gryffindor bravery, bah!” Malfoy snorted, before grabbing onto Harry’s wrist and pulling him headfirst into the water. The boy emerged, gasping and spluttering.
“Malfoy!” he yelled, enraged. “I’ve still got my clothes on, you git!”
“Well they’ll come off easily enough,” the Slytherin smirked.
“But my shoes-” He didn’t finish his sentence because Draco suddenly disappeared beneath the foam, and he felt hands tugging at his feet. The blonde re-emerged, shoes in hand.
“That takes care of that,” he said, tossing them off to the side. “Take off your shirt; I’ll get your pants.” Draco disappeared again, while Harry went about pulling his soaking t-shirt off. Harry, apparently, had a one-track mind, but not the type that most sixteen-year-old boys had. For Harry, being in a bath with clothes on was weird, so his only goal was getting them off.
bath = Harry - clothes = Harry’s thought process. There was no Malfoy factor involved.
At least, not until his pants and boxers were thrust into his face and the hands that had previously been deftly undoing his zipper were now running gently across his hips and stomach.
Harry cursed the Slytherin’s deviousness.
Gasping, the Gryffindor fell back against the side of the bath as his hands found Draco’s shoulders. They were standing close together, wet skin slapping against wet skin, and when Harry felt an unfamiliar hardness pressing into his leg he once again wondered what the hell he was getting himself into.
“M-Malfoy,” he stuttered nervously, and was immediately shushed.
“Hop up, sit on the ledge,” Draco ordered. Harry just stared at him. He was keenly aware of what that would present to the boy, and he didn’t want Draco seeing how another body pressed against his own had affected him. “Trust me,” the blonde said, and Harry was really starting to hate that word. “You’ll like this.” Sighing, the green-eyed boy did as told and immediately blushed. Malfoy’s eyes widened. “Merlin, Potter, look what you’ve been hiding!” he breathed. Harry’s blush deepened.
Draco gently pushed Harry’s legs apart, stepping between them. The Gryffindor’s breathing quickened. He was fully aware that he really had no idea what he was doing or what was going on, but at this point all he could do was follow Malfoy’s lead.
Malfoy’s fingers encircled his cock, thumb swiping gently across the head. Harry bit his lip, eyes falling half-closed. It didn’t register that Draco was leaning closer until he felt a wet warmth engulf him and he gasped.
“M-M-Malfoy!” he exclaimed, followed quickly by a short groan. The blonde ignored him, instead running his tongue roughly along the underside of Harry’s member and slowly sucking his way up. Harry gasped again, hips thrusting forward as he fell back to lean on his elbows. Draco grinned slightly as he glanced up and caught sight of Harry’s disheveled look; red cheeks, eyes squeezed shut, lips parted slightly and clearly panting as his chest heaved rapidly. He felt himself react just by watching, so he turned his attention back to what his mouth was doing, tongue swirling around the boy. Bobbing his head expertly a few times, Draco took nearly all of Harry into his mouth, before releasing him all together with a loud smacking sound.
“Enjoying yourself, Potter?” Draco asked cheekily, propping himself up on the edge of the bath and swinging Harry’s legs around towards himself.
“What…why did you stop?” Harry returned breathlessly. He was beginning to understand why some boys chose to be with other boys. Of course…wait… This, as wonderful as ‘this’ was…well, girls could do this to a boy as well! Slowly, some strand of a coherent thought formed in Harry’s mind. “Malfoy?”
“I knew you’d enjoy it, Potter,” the blonde said, getting himself into position to continue.
“Malfoy?”
“See? There’s nothing wrong with being gay, it’s completely enjoyable, definitely better than being with girls-”
“Malfoy!”
“What?”
“If this is what being gay is all about,” Harry said, moaning slightly when Draco’s fingers began stroking him again, “well, couldn’t a girl do this just as well?” There was a pause and Malfoy’s fingers stopped moving, before the boy blinked and smirked.
“Oh, my poor, poor, naïve Gryffindor,” he chuckled. Harry frowned slightly. “Did you think this was all?” Draco asked. “No, no there’s so much more, but you’d freak out if I tried it all right now.”
“I would not!” Harry exclaimed.
“Potter, you would,” Malfoy stated, still smirking. But at least his hand was moving again. “But I’ll give you a small taste of it, how’s that?” Harry’s mind was clouding over again, so all he could manage was a quick nod before his head fell back against the floor. He felt his legs being spread further apart again and vaguely noticed Malfoy moving in between them, but then that mouth was back on him and he didn’t care about anything else.
He felt one of Draco’s hands stroking the underside of his thigh and his whole body shivered at the light touches. Harry barely noticed when the hand started moving lower until it was massaging his arse. At that point, he stilled slightly, trying to clear his mind, which was extremely difficult as Malfoy was still sucking him off. Then the hand was gone and so was the mouth for a brief second and Harry was on the verge of protesting loudly when both were replaced, though he noticed that one of the fingers on his arse felt wet.
Harry was wholly unprepared when that finger was suddenly pressing at his entrance and his whole body jolted, eyes shooting open.
“M-Malfoy, what the bloody hell are you doing?!” he gasped. His back arched slightly and that finger slipped inside. Immediately, his muscles clenched, and he heard Malfoy sigh.
“Potter, relax! Trust me, you’ll like this,” he said, and Harry felt him place a kiss on his stomach. There was that stupid word again. But Harry did as told, taking a deep breath and allowing the tension to flow out of his muscles. Draco grinned and patted his leg. “Good boy,” he smirked. Harry wrinkled his nose at him. He felt that finger sliding in deeper and it was kind of uncomfortable. Especially when he crooked it like that and-
Harry’s entire body jerked and shuddered when Draco hit…something deep inside of him.
“Oh God!” Harry gasped, back arching again. He groaned loudly, feeling his cock harden even more than he’d ever thought possible. Malfoy stroked against that spot again and Harry’s eyes crossed. He moaned again, nearly sobbing, and started babbling nonsensical words as Malfoy continued to swirl his tongue around his hard length. “OhGodohGodohGod-MalfoyMalfoyMalfoy,” he kept gasping, eyes now squeezed shut. He thrust once more into the blonde’s mouth, vaguely heard a clock chime loudly in the distance signaling the turn of the New Year, and felt Draco hit that spot a final time before he came harder than he ever had by himself into the boy’s mouth.
The next few minutes were something of a blur to Harry, and he thought he might have blacked out briefly. When he was able to see clearly again, he was greeted with Malfoy’s flushed face, only inches from his own.
“Malfoy,” he breathed, voice no louder than a whisper. Draco smirked and folded his arms across the boy’s chest, resting his chin atop them.
“So I told you that you’d like it,” he grinned. Harry recognized this look as the same one he’d seen him give Terry all those weeks ago, and he drowsily returned the smile. “Happy New Year, by the way, you just missed it.”
“No, I heard it,” Harry said, still breathing heavily. He lifted a hand and ran his fingers through the blonde’s still-wet hair. Draco’s grin faltered, and he began to move to stand up, but Harry’s arms locked around his shoulders.
“Potter!” Draco protested. “We’re done here, you can go now.”
“I was just thinking,” Harry said, ignoring him.
“Oh? Well, there’s first time for everything you know.” The blonde gestured vaguely between the two of them. “Obviously.”
“Shut up,” Harry said, but he grinned. “No, I was just thinking that…well, Voldemort already hates me, right? I might as well continue pissing him off, couldn’t hurt.” Draco raised an eyebrow at the boy.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked warily. Harry’s grin widened.
“It means I’ve just figured out my New Year’s resolution,” he said. “I resolve to find out more about boys. I’m horribly oblivious about them, I think.” Slowly, Draco’s lips stretched into a grin to match Harry’s, and he relaxed against the boy again.
“I think I can help with that.”
The End!
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So there you go! SWAS 6 has already been started, so it should be posted before too long. Hope you liked this!
HAPPY NEW YEARS!!!
*~Maxine~*
Title: The Difference Between Girls and Boys
Category: Harry Potter
Genre: Romance/Humor/Slash
Rating: R
Pairing: H/D
Disclaimer: Not mine, it's JKR's.
Summary: New Years is a time for reflection, though that's kind of difficult when suddenly the most shocking thing you've seen all year is Draco Malfoy snogging another boy and you can't seem to get it off your mind.
~~The Difference Between Girls and Boys~~
New Years was an odd time for Harry his sixth year at Hogwarts. A lot had happened in the past year, things that had considerably changed who he was. He’d had his first girlfriend, however disastrous the relationship had been, he’d taken his O.W.L.s, he’d watched his friends become Prefects and flourish with their newfound responsibilities, he’d lost Sirius, which was probably the most notable and life-changing event of the year, and he’d…he’d…
…he’d walked in on Draco Malfoy and Terry Boot snogging in the Prefects’ Bathroom.
It was this last event that weighed heavily on Harry’s mind as he sat out in the brisk cold early in the morning that New Year’s Eve. It had happened three weeks ago, and ever since the images of his two classmates together had been continually recycling through his head. They raced past his eyes every time he saw either boy in the hall, they bended and twisted around his dreams, and even now, as he tried to reflect on the past year, it was the only thing he could think of.
Harry did not consider himself naïve in any sense, though he knew that many probably did. He knew about girls, despite any bad experiences he’d had with them. He’d watched Ginny with her various boyfriends, especially Dean whom she was still with. He’d seen Seamus chasing Lavender around the common room. He’d been watching Ron and Hermione do their tentative dance around each other for years. He’d keenly listened in on every story a boy in his year shared, and even over the summer he’d heard lots of things from the various Weasley brothers. No, Harry was not oblivious about girls.
But apparently he was clueless about boys.
It had never occurred to the him that a boy could be or would even want to be with another boy. Sure, he knew what homosexual meant and he knew that it existed, but that it was at Hogwarts? That there was the possibility that his own friends could up and decide they swung that way? Harry had never even given it thought.
And quite frankly, he had no idea why he kept thinking about it.
It had been a shocking experience, happening late at night one weekday when Harry hadn’t thought anyone else would be in the bathroom. Heh, well apparently Malfoy and Terry hadn’t thought anyone would be in there either. The two boys had already been going at each other when Harry slid silently through the door in his invisibility cloak. Neither had noticed the door softly opening or closing. Harry’s first thought was that Malfoy was strangling the Ravenclaw boy, but he’d learned from last year not to react to things too rashly, so after a quick, intense look-over, he been startled to realize that they were kissing. Malfoy had been straddling Terry beside the edge of the pool-sized bath, one leg thrown over either side of the boy’s hips, and Terry’s hands had been tangled into the blonde’s sleek hair. Both were shirtless and sweaty in the humid room, and the heavy aroma of various bath scents lingered thickly in the air.
It was the throaty groan, coming from which boy Harry didn’t know, that broke him out of his trance. But even though he tried to turn around and leave them in privacy, his feet stayed locked in place. He watched, mesmerized, as Malfoy moved to kiss Terry’s throat, sliding down the boy’s body to do so. He kept moving lower and lower, laying kisses against the brunette’s stomach and dipping his tongue into the boy’s navel. Terry arched up, his back leaving the floor, and let out a long, low moan that had Harry blinking rapidly and his knees shaking. His feet still refused to move.
But when Malfoy’s fingers traced beneath the top of the other boy’s pajama pants and he lifted his head to grin at his partner, and Terry lazily returned the smile, Harry managed to bolt it out of there. The sight of the Slytherin’s face, relaxed and smiling so easily, his eyes bright, was almost more shocking than the rest of what he’d just seen.
Harry told everyone that his sullen quietness the next day was the result of a bad dream, and he studiously avoided both Draco and Terry from then on out.
In fact, he hadn’t had a confrontation with the Slytherin since before that night…
“Oy, Potter! You’re in my spot, shove off!”
Which of course meant that such a meet-up was apparently long overdue.
Harry blinked as the grinning, sweaty, topless, beckoning boy in his mind suddenly morphed into the sneering, fully clothed git in front of him.
“Malfoy!” he exclaimed, instantly on guard.
“Yes, that’s right,” Draco smirked. “I’m still alive and well, despite your attempts to believe otherwise.” At Harry's confused look, he rolled his eyes and continued, “You've been avoiding me, haven't you? Not that I'm disappointed in this new arrangement, but I know something's up. I haven’t run into you in weeks!” The blonde eyed Harry suspiciously.
“I always avoid you, Malfoy,” Harry muttered.
“Yeah, sure,” Draco replied flippantly. “Whatever you want to believe. Now go away, this is my spot.”
“It is not,” Harry said, crossing his arms. “You’re name isn’t written anywhere claiming that you own it.” Malfoy merely pointed to the ground in front of the giant rock Harry was perched on. The words ‘DRACO MALFOY CLAIMS THIS SPOT’ were etched into the frozen ground. Harry blinked. “Huh, look at that...”
“Yes, it’s mine, so would you leave already?” Malfoy sneered. He took one step towards the Gryffindor, arm lifting slightly, and Harry flinched backwards violently, his eyes squeezed shut. There was a silent pause, before he warily opened one eye. Malfoy looked completely startled with his arm still vaguely reaching out in front of him. “What was that?” he finally managed to ask. Harry couldn’t find anything to say for a few seconds, not even sure himself why he’d reacted that way.
“Don’t…don’t touch me,” he said eventually, voice barely louder than a whisper. Malfoy blinked and frowned.
“Don’t touch you?” he sneered. “What, do I repulse you that much? Can’t be contaminated by the Death Eater’s son, is that it?” Harry shook his head quickly, eyes still wide.
“I…” he started to say, before finally straightening back up to the position he’d originally been in. “I…I saw you. With Terry. In…in the Prefects Bathroom.” Malfoy’s entire countenance changed as the words left Harry’s mouth. His face seemed to not be able to choose between paling and blushing, so what resulted was a pasty, blotchy look that was highly unattractive. Draco’s eyes were wide, searching the Gryffindor’s face rapidly as if he’d find the truth there. His mouth worked uselessly, only emitting squeaking sounds since he couldn’t figure out what to say, and Harry was sure he’d never seen anyone look so tense.
“What-what do you mean?” Malfoy asked, clearly fighting to keep his voice steady, though there was an obvious waver to it. Harry shrugged helplessly.
“I saw you. Doing…you know…um, whatever it was you were doing.”
“I don’t believe you,” Draco said immediately. Harry sighed.
“Well I did. You were…you were kissing, and-and kissing his stomach and you were smiling at him and it was all very weird-”
“How much did you watch?!” Draco interrupted shrilly as his face gave up with the paling and instead flushed pink.
“Well I left after you smiled,” Harry said, nose wrinkling.
“And what do you mean it was weird?!” continued Draco, ignoring the other boy. “Is that why you flinched?” All nervousness was melting out of the Slytherin, that familiar sneer and cold look returning instead. “What, did you think you could catch it or something? You think being gay is contagious?!” He was starting to look furious.
“What-NO! That’s not why I…why I flinched,” Harry insisted. “I…you were…see, I…you’re gay?” Malfoy narrowed his eyes.
“Yes, Potter, see, that’s usually what it means when two boys are snogging one another,” he replied snidely.
“I know that!” Harry snapped. “But I thought… I mean, it just never occurred to me that…” he trailed off, not knowing what he was trying to say.
“You’re not going to tell anyone, are you?” Draco was starting to look pasty and nervous again. “Not that I care what people think of me, but…um…well, Terry might not want people to know, and… Have you told anyone? You didn’t tell the Weasel and Mud- um, Weasley and Granger, did you?” Harry eyed the boy in front of him as he continually ran a hand through his hair in some sort of a nervous gesture. It was beginning to stick up almost as bad as his own.
“I didn’t tell anyone,” he said softly.
“And you’re not going to, right?” Malfoy asked quickly. Harry blinked.
“Why? Would it be a big problem if people knew?” he asked curiously.
“Are you crazy?! Of course it would be! I might as well spell a big neon sign to light up with the words, ‘I’M DENOUNCING THE DARK LORD’!”
“I’m not following you,” Harry said blankly, and then realized that perhaps he was more naïve than he thought. Malfoy blinked and gave Harry a disbelieving look.
“Are you seriously asking me to explain this to you?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Well, I have blackmail on you, so…” Harry trailed off.
“What- You can’t blackmail me!” Draco spluttered. “You’re a Gryffindor!” The green-eyed boy shrugged.
“The Sorting Hat wanted me in Slytherin,” he offered by way of explanation. Malfoy sighed.
“Nice excuse, but I’ll bite. Ok, the Dark Lord’s all about purebloods, right?” Harry nodded. “And obviously they’re becoming fewer and fewer because of mud-…muggleborns, so it’s important that purebloods continue to have more purebloods each generation.” Harry nodded again, and Draco sighed in exasperation. “Potter, you are more dense then even I give you credit for,” he muttered. “I really hope you knew this already, but obviously men can’t have babies. So gay, pureblood wizards are a waste to the Dark Lord’s cause. He hates them nearly as much as he hates muggleborns.” Harry’s eyes widened.
“So you’d become a target or something,” he tried to clarify.
“Or something,” Malfoy agreed. “And my father would probably disown me and I’d be shunned from society…look, Potter, it’s really important that no one finds out about this, ok?” Harry eyed the boy thoughtfully, head tilted slightly to one side.
“What do I care about you being shunned and disowned?” he asked casually, watching as Malfoy’s eyes widened in disbelief. “If you were me, and you found out that I was gay, I’m pretty sure you’d go to the Daily Prophet in a second.”
“I would not!” Draco insisted, starting to look desperate. “Potter, school-boy pranks and ruining someone’s life are two completely different things!”
“School-boy pranks?!” Harry exploded, sliding off the rock and coming to stand inches from the Slytherin. “I hardly think that what you’ve pulled can be clarified as school-boy pranks. Trying to get Hagrid sacked? That might ruin his life. Wanting to help the ‘Heir of Slytherin,’ knowing that the whole purpose of that was to kill muggleborns? Oh no, that wouldn’t ruin their lives or anything, they’d only be DEAD! Oh, and that toad, Umbridge? She-”
“Nothing she did was life-threatening!” Draco interrupted. Harry just stared at him before shoving his hand into his face. Draco blinked, eyes focusing on the faint scars of words etched into the Harry’s hands. Gently, he grabbed the boy by the wrist so that he could get a closer look, and moved so that their palms were resting against each other. “So she gave you another scar,” he said softly, running his fingers over the words. “I wouldn’t even call that a wound.” Harry’s breath hitched as Draco continued trailing his fingers over the back of his hand. He could feel the slight roughness, probably from Quidditch, of the boy’s palm against his own. Draco smoothed out his skin once more, sending tingles up his arm, and he quickly yanked his hand away, blinking several times.
“That’s not the point,” he said breathlessly. “The point is that I have more than enough reason to out you.”
“It’s not like you haven’t done your fair share of things to me, you know,” Draco pointed out. “Getting my father arrested might be a start-”
“I didn’t tell him to lick Voldemort’s boots!” Harry exclaimed. “And why do you even care anymore? Isn’t he all for killing people like you as well?” Draco frowned at the way Harry said that.
“Just because I’ll be a huge disappointment to him doesn’t mean I suddenly hate him, he is still my father,” he said dismissively. “My, Potter, aren’t you the little hypocrite.” Harry’s eyebrows shot up.
“Excuse me?”
“Well, aren’t you supposed to be the non-discriminative one? Accepting of purebloods, muggleborns, half-bloods, blacks, whites, giants, werewolves… Apparently homosexuals don’t make your list.” Maybe Harry was seeing things, but Malfoy suddenly looked very uncomfortable. The blonde wrapped his arms around himself, black cloak billowing out and making him look smaller and younger. “If you’re going to out me, fine, just…just leave Terry out of it. He doesn’t deserve-”
“Terry has nothing to do with this and you know it,” Harry cut in, sitting back down on the rock. “And I’m not going to tell anyone about you. So just…go away.” Draco blinked and shifted awkwardly.
“So that’s it?” he asked warily. “I’m just supposed to trust you?”
“I’m a Gryffindor, aren’t I?” Harry asked sarcastically.
“And apparently almost a Slytherin,” Draco smirked. He sat down next to Harry before the other boy could figure out what he was doing. Harry attempted to subtly scoot over and failed miserably. “Ok, that’s got to stop,” the blonde said seriously. “Just because I like boys doesn’t mean I like you. In any sense of the word.”
“Right,” Harry said nervously.
“So why are you sitting out here all alone anyway? I know all of your friends are still here. Shouldn’t you be celebrating the New Year with them?” Draco kind of spat the word ‘friends’ out and the rest of what he said sounded a bit strained. Harry couldn’t help the slight grin that spread on his lips.
“Malfoy, you don’t have to try to be friendly with me, I’m not going to tell anyone,” he said, amused. Draco noticeably relaxed.
“Thank Merlin for that,” he muttered. Nevertheless, he didn’t leave, and the two boys sat silently for a few minutes. Snow had started lightly falling around them, which was when Harry noticed that the temperature had dropped several degrees. He shivered slightly, though the warmth of Malfoy near his side helped, so he didn’t say anything when the boy scooted over even closer. Their sides were now pressed together and when Malfoy shifted and moved his arms, one hand brushed against Harry’s thigh. “Potter, are you blushing?” Draco asked, obviously amused.
“No!” Harry answered quickly. He ignored the warmth that blossomed further in his cheeks. Draco didn’t reply, but Harry felt that hand brushing by his thigh again and tried to shift away nonchalantly. He glanced at Malfoy out of the corner of his eye. The boy’s skin was pale, nearly blending in with the falling snowflakes. His hair still looked messy from when he’d been running his hands through it. Though his face had matured slightly over the years, it was still pointed and the sneer on his lips seemed to be a permanent fixture. Harry wondered what Terry saw in him.
Harry jumped as Malfoy’s hand was suddenly blatantly resting on his thigh.
“Uh, M-Malfoy?” he asked shakily, attempting to shift away again. But Draco’s hand tightened, so he stilled.
“Potter, what’s the farthest you’ve ever been with a girl?” Draco asked curiously. He continued to look straight ahead as Harry blinked.
“That’s none of your business,” Harry spat, annoyed at being reminded of how far he did not get with Cho. Malfoy moved his hand a bit further up Harry’s leg, tracing vague patterns with his fingers. Harry breathed in deeply, hands clenching slightly.
“Was that Chang girl your only significant other?”
“Yes,” Harry said shortly. He wondered absently how Malfoy knew about that, but was distracted again when that hand moved up even more, this time also slipping down to massage his inner thigh. He drew in a shuddering breath, trying to ignore the way his pants tightened.
“Have you ever thought about doing anything with boys?”
“…No.” It was an honest answer. Not until very recently had he even thought about boys being together at all, and even then it had always been Terry and Malfoy who tumbled about in his dreams. Of course, Terry had the same dark shade of hair that Harry had, so sometimes it was hard to tell who Harry was dreaming about…especially when the skin on the dark-haired boy seemed to turn a bit tanner and there was a glimmer of green in the face…
Harry gasped and jerked, eyes shooting open from their half-closed state when he felt fingers trail teasingly over his groin. He nearly fell off of the rock they were sitting on but Malfoy quickly grabbed his wrist and the next thing Harry knew they were nose to nose, his flushed face staring at Draco’s pale one. Both were breathing heavily.
“I…I think I’m going to go inside now,” Harry said nervously, trying to look away from Malfoy’s glittering eyes. Harry noticed that he had very long eyelashes, and snowflakes kept catching there before melting away. “It’s starting to get cold and all…” He tried to move away, but Malfoy’s grip on his wrist tightened.
“I could warm you up,” he said huskily. Harry shivered at the suddenly deep tone and swallowed.
“N-no, I’m fine, r-really,” he said weakly. But he didn’t move anywhere.
“You have been thinking about boys, haven’t you?” Malfoy accused, voice still lower than normal and slightly amused. “You’ve been thinking about me. Ever since you saw me in the bathroom, you’ve wanted to know what it would be like if it was you underneath me instead of Terry.” Harry’s eyes widened when Malfoy leaned in closer, but the boy only spoke softly into his ear. “I can show you,” he said, and his hot, damp breath sent more shivers down Harry’s spine.
“What about Terry?” he whispered, then immediately wondered why he was seriously considering the offer.
“Terry dumped me two weeks ago,” Draco said, not missing a beat.
“B-but I don’t like boys,” Harry shivered again.
“You’ve never been with a boy,” Draco stated. “Tonight, Prefect’s Bathroom. Meet me there at eleven.” He turned away to leave, but Harry called after him.
“I don’t trust you!” he yelled. Draco turned and began walking backwards, grinning at the boy.
“Slytherins always trust other Slytherins!” he returned.
Harry remained outside for awhile longer after that.
* * *
Somehow Harry managed to slip away from his friends later that night, though he still didn’t know why he was actually doing this. He told himself he was just ‘getting to know the enemy.’ Then he had to remind himself that while Malfoy certainly wasn’t his ally, he couldn’t exactly be counted as an enemy anymore either, seeing as how he had apparently denounced Voldemort and all.
Sighing, Harry pushed open the door to the bathroom and stepped inside. He didn’t see Malfoy anywhere, but the bath was already full and topped with sudsy foam, so he dropped his invisibility cloak and stepped up to the edge. Squatting down, he peered into the murky water and then promptly let out a loud exclamation and fell back onto his rear when Malfoy’s head surged out of the water.
“Potter! So glad you came!” the blonde said cheerfully, propping his elbows up on the edge of the bath.
“Bloody hell, Malfoy! Don't startle me like that,” Harry groused, crawling on his knees toward the boy and glaring at him. He eyed the Draco's bare shoulders, watching as the water dripped off his skin in rivulets.
“Gryffindor bravery, bah!” Malfoy snorted, before grabbing onto Harry’s wrist and pulling him headfirst into the water. The boy emerged, gasping and spluttering.
“Malfoy!” he yelled, enraged. “I’ve still got my clothes on, you git!”
“Well they’ll come off easily enough,” the Slytherin smirked.
“But my shoes-” He didn’t finish his sentence because Draco suddenly disappeared beneath the foam, and he felt hands tugging at his feet. The blonde re-emerged, shoes in hand.
“That takes care of that,” he said, tossing them off to the side. “Take off your shirt; I’ll get your pants.” Draco disappeared again, while Harry went about pulling his soaking t-shirt off. Harry, apparently, had a one-track mind, but not the type that most sixteen-year-old boys had. For Harry, being in a bath with clothes on was weird, so his only goal was getting them off.
bath = Harry - clothes = Harry’s thought process. There was no Malfoy factor involved.
At least, not until his pants and boxers were thrust into his face and the hands that had previously been deftly undoing his zipper were now running gently across his hips and stomach.
Harry cursed the Slytherin’s deviousness.
Gasping, the Gryffindor fell back against the side of the bath as his hands found Draco’s shoulders. They were standing close together, wet skin slapping against wet skin, and when Harry felt an unfamiliar hardness pressing into his leg he once again wondered what the hell he was getting himself into.
“M-Malfoy,” he stuttered nervously, and was immediately shushed.
“Hop up, sit on the ledge,” Draco ordered. Harry just stared at him. He was keenly aware of what that would present to the boy, and he didn’t want Draco seeing how another body pressed against his own had affected him. “Trust me,” the blonde said, and Harry was really starting to hate that word. “You’ll like this.” Sighing, the green-eyed boy did as told and immediately blushed. Malfoy’s eyes widened. “Merlin, Potter, look what you’ve been hiding!” he breathed. Harry’s blush deepened.
Draco gently pushed Harry’s legs apart, stepping between them. The Gryffindor’s breathing quickened. He was fully aware that he really had no idea what he was doing or what was going on, but at this point all he could do was follow Malfoy’s lead.
Malfoy’s fingers encircled his cock, thumb swiping gently across the head. Harry bit his lip, eyes falling half-closed. It didn’t register that Draco was leaning closer until he felt a wet warmth engulf him and he gasped.
“M-M-Malfoy!” he exclaimed, followed quickly by a short groan. The blonde ignored him, instead running his tongue roughly along the underside of Harry’s member and slowly sucking his way up. Harry gasped again, hips thrusting forward as he fell back to lean on his elbows. Draco grinned slightly as he glanced up and caught sight of Harry’s disheveled look; red cheeks, eyes squeezed shut, lips parted slightly and clearly panting as his chest heaved rapidly. He felt himself react just by watching, so he turned his attention back to what his mouth was doing, tongue swirling around the boy. Bobbing his head expertly a few times, Draco took nearly all of Harry into his mouth, before releasing him all together with a loud smacking sound.
“Enjoying yourself, Potter?” Draco asked cheekily, propping himself up on the edge of the bath and swinging Harry’s legs around towards himself.
“What…why did you stop?” Harry returned breathlessly. He was beginning to understand why some boys chose to be with other boys. Of course…wait… This, as wonderful as ‘this’ was…well, girls could do this to a boy as well! Slowly, some strand of a coherent thought formed in Harry’s mind. “Malfoy?”
“I knew you’d enjoy it, Potter,” the blonde said, getting himself into position to continue.
“Malfoy?”
“See? There’s nothing wrong with being gay, it’s completely enjoyable, definitely better than being with girls-”
“Malfoy!”
“What?”
“If this is what being gay is all about,” Harry said, moaning slightly when Draco’s fingers began stroking him again, “well, couldn’t a girl do this just as well?” There was a pause and Malfoy’s fingers stopped moving, before the boy blinked and smirked.
“Oh, my poor, poor, naïve Gryffindor,” he chuckled. Harry frowned slightly. “Did you think this was all?” Draco asked. “No, no there’s so much more, but you’d freak out if I tried it all right now.”
“I would not!” Harry exclaimed.
“Potter, you would,” Malfoy stated, still smirking. But at least his hand was moving again. “But I’ll give you a small taste of it, how’s that?” Harry’s mind was clouding over again, so all he could manage was a quick nod before his head fell back against the floor. He felt his legs being spread further apart again and vaguely noticed Malfoy moving in between them, but then that mouth was back on him and he didn’t care about anything else.
He felt one of Draco’s hands stroking the underside of his thigh and his whole body shivered at the light touches. Harry barely noticed when the hand started moving lower until it was massaging his arse. At that point, he stilled slightly, trying to clear his mind, which was extremely difficult as Malfoy was still sucking him off. Then the hand was gone and so was the mouth for a brief second and Harry was on the verge of protesting loudly when both were replaced, though he noticed that one of the fingers on his arse felt wet.
Harry was wholly unprepared when that finger was suddenly pressing at his entrance and his whole body jolted, eyes shooting open.
“M-Malfoy, what the bloody hell are you doing?!” he gasped. His back arched slightly and that finger slipped inside. Immediately, his muscles clenched, and he heard Malfoy sigh.
“Potter, relax! Trust me, you’ll like this,” he said, and Harry felt him place a kiss on his stomach. There was that stupid word again. But Harry did as told, taking a deep breath and allowing the tension to flow out of his muscles. Draco grinned and patted his leg. “Good boy,” he smirked. Harry wrinkled his nose at him. He felt that finger sliding in deeper and it was kind of uncomfortable. Especially when he crooked it like that and-
Harry’s entire body jerked and shuddered when Draco hit…something deep inside of him.
“Oh God!” Harry gasped, back arching again. He groaned loudly, feeling his cock harden even more than he’d ever thought possible. Malfoy stroked against that spot again and Harry’s eyes crossed. He moaned again, nearly sobbing, and started babbling nonsensical words as Malfoy continued to swirl his tongue around his hard length. “OhGodohGodohGod-MalfoyMalfoyMalfoy,” he kept gasping, eyes now squeezed shut. He thrust once more into the blonde’s mouth, vaguely heard a clock chime loudly in the distance signaling the turn of the New Year, and felt Draco hit that spot a final time before he came harder than he ever had by himself into the boy’s mouth.
The next few minutes were something of a blur to Harry, and he thought he might have blacked out briefly. When he was able to see clearly again, he was greeted with Malfoy’s flushed face, only inches from his own.
“Malfoy,” he breathed, voice no louder than a whisper. Draco smirked and folded his arms across the boy’s chest, resting his chin atop them.
“So I told you that you’d like it,” he grinned. Harry recognized this look as the same one he’d seen him give Terry all those weeks ago, and he drowsily returned the smile. “Happy New Year, by the way, you just missed it.”
“No, I heard it,” Harry said, still breathing heavily. He lifted a hand and ran his fingers through the blonde’s still-wet hair. Draco’s grin faltered, and he began to move to stand up, but Harry’s arms locked around his shoulders.
“Potter!” Draco protested. “We’re done here, you can go now.”
“I was just thinking,” Harry said, ignoring him.
“Oh? Well, there’s first time for everything you know.” The blonde gestured vaguely between the two of them. “Obviously.”
“Shut up,” Harry said, but he grinned. “No, I was just thinking that…well, Voldemort already hates me, right? I might as well continue pissing him off, couldn’t hurt.” Draco raised an eyebrow at the boy.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked warily. Harry’s grin widened.
“It means I’ve just figured out my New Year’s resolution,” he said. “I resolve to find out more about boys. I’m horribly oblivious about them, I think.” Slowly, Draco’s lips stretched into a grin to match Harry’s, and he relaxed against the boy again.
“I think I can help with that.”
The End!
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So there you go! SWAS 6 has already been started, so it should be posted before too long. Hope you liked this!
HAPPY NEW YEARS!!!
*~Maxine~*