Starts With a Spin - Chapter 6
Ok, this chapter has a different tone to it than the previous chapters. Not near as much smut I guess, though the hard-core stuff’s coming. ^.~
Oh, and a big, BIG thank you to my betas! naughtygoldie, miints, you’re the best!!
Title: Starts With a Spin
Category: Harry Potter
Genre: Humor/Romance/Smut/Slash
Rating: R
Pairing: H/D
Disclaimer: Harry Potter ain’t mine…if it were…well…Draco certainly wouldn’t be Harry’s enemy forever. ^.~
Summary: It started with the spin of a bottle, and now Harry and Draco have gotten themselves so far into their own game there's almost no way out again. Except to keep playing.
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~~Chapter 6~~
Pansy sauntered into the Slytherin common room the next morning, still attempting to tie her hair up into a ponytail, and Blaise descended on her immediately in a rush of black robes.
“Have you seen Draco?” he asked quickly. The black-haired girl quirked an eyebrow at him.
“Blaise, darling, I only just got up. Or did you not notice me walking down from the girls’ dormitories?” she returned, smiling slightly. Blaise ran a hand through his ebony hair.
“I thought maybe you’d been down here earlier or something,” he said, exhaling slowly and glancing away.
“Is something the matter? Have you checked his bed?” Blaise shot the girl a disgruntled look.
“Of course I did, what do you take me for?” he huffed. “I haven’t seen him all morning.”
“What about Vincent and Greg?” Pansy asked, walking further into the common room as if to look around for the missing blond. “Would they know?”
“Doubtful. Pansy…his bed looks like it hasn’t been slept in,” Blaise said hesitantly. The girl’s eyes shot towards his.
“Well, he makes it every morning, doesn’t he?”
“Well yes…but it’s just that…I mean, didn’t we leave him with Potter last night?”
“Oh please,” Pansy chuckled, “don’t tell me you think Potter has done something to him!” Blaise paused and frowned.
“‘Something’ is a very vague word…” he murmured, and then Pansy finally seemed to catch on, which was odd considering her latest endeavors in pairing the two boys together. Blaise thought she must still be tired or something.
“Oh. Ooohh,” Pansy smirked and began to straighten the pillows on the couches. “Just as unlikely,” she said, handing Blaise a spare Transfigurations book that had been tucked in between the cushions as he trailed after her. “I mean, they’re hardly going to do anything on their own. They’re both hopeless.”
“But they were also drunk,” Blaise countered, watching as the Slytherin Prefect kneeled on the floor and looked under the couches. “In fact, we left them with nearly half a bottle of firewhiskey!” Pansy pulled out a dusty Potions manual and tossed it to Blaise, grimacing. Then she paused, a thoughtful look crossing her face as she wiped her hands off.
“Good point,” she finally said, and laughed shortly. “I’d forgotten! Maybe that’ll give them a push in the right direction.” Blaise frowned again, and put the texts he’d been given down on a nearby table.
“Pansy, what exactly are you trying to accomplish with those two?” he asked. “Nothing good can come of it; Draco’s father is the Dark Lord’s right-hand man!” Pansy quickly shushed the boy, glancing around at the younger students milling about the common room, before pulling him down onto the nearby couch.
“Blaise, I’m going to ask you what may seem to be a very personal question, but I want you to answer me honestly, ok?” At his nod, she continued, “How do you feel about muggleborns?”
“Well I- what? Muggleborns? What has that got to do with anything?” Blaise asked, confused.
“Just answer.”
“Um, alright… Well, I guess…I mean- well I really don’t give them much thought at all!” Pansy rolled her eyes in exasperation.
“You are aware that practically the whole Light and Dark issue is about them?” she asked, eyebrow raised.
“Yes!” Blaise exclaimed, a bit affronted. “It’s just…well they don’t bother me much. I couldn’t even tell you the names of all the students that are muggleborn. Aside from like…Granger, or something.” Pansy sighed agitatedly.
“And do you want to kill Granger?”
“What- No!”
“Justin Finch-Fletchey? Dean Thomas?”
“NO! Why are you even asking?”
“Because if you follow the Dark Lord, that’s what you’ll have to do,” Pansy said seriously, her eyes hard and cold. “One day you’ll find yourself staring into a classmate’s eyes and you’ll have to raise your wand, say the words, and watch them die and know that you did it.”
“I…I know that, Pansy-“
“No, I don’t think you do!” Pansy exclaimed, causing Blaise to jump slightly. “I don’t think anyone here knows that! Oh, sure, everyone knows that they hate mudbloods because they don’t belong here and that they want to join the great and mighty Lord Voldemort to carry out his noble cause! It’s all very black-and-white, isn’t it? I don’t think anyone actually realizes who they’d be killing, or that they’d be the ones doing it! It all seems very nice, maybe, but no one recognizes the fact that it’s their classmates they’ll be fighting! School rivalries and battles are very different things!” Pansy’s chest was heaving when she finished, her eyes bright. Blaise could only stare at her for a few seconds before something dawned in his mind.
“Pansy,” he breathed, eyes wide, “are you on Dumbledore’s side?”
“Oh of course not,” the girl replied, standing and whirling away from the couch. “I’m not on anyone’s side; I see no need to involve myself in this mess.”
“You know that’s not possible, you’ll have to choose eventually.”
“And when that time comes I’ll choose the side that best benefits me.” There was a slight pause where the only sound was Pansy’s foot tapping quickly against the floor, before she spun around again to face Blaise. “Alright, yes, I’m on Dumbledore and Potter’s side!” she exploded. “I think killing muggleborns is pointless and stupid! No one in our year knows more than Granger does! Honestly, I think the Dark Lord’s just jealous.”
“But your father-”
“Yes, yes, daddy’s a Death Eater, and look how far it’s gotten him! I haven’t seen him since winter break last year, and he’s been in hiding for months. It’s ruining his life!”
“Right,” Blaise mumbled, brow furrowed. “But…what’s this got to do with Draco and Potter?”
“Oh, Draco’s not had a political thought of his own since he was two. The only thing he knows is what’s been drummed into his head year after year by his father. And quite frankly, Draco and his father are two very different people,” Pansy said, sitting down on the couch again and resting her chin on his fist. “Can you see him trying to kill someone? Or torture someone? The sight of blood makes him sick,” she continued, smiling fondly. “I figured he needed someone to knock some sense into him, and who better than Potter?”
“Granger, maybe? A girl?”
“Ha, right,” Pansy laughed. “Besides, I needed someone close to Potter who sees what I see happening between those two to help me out. They have a certain chemistry, you know? When they’re in the same room, they practically only have eyes for each other, don’t you think?” Blaise grunted and shrugged. “Besides, Draco’s not really been himself this year, and Potter’s almost the only one who can get a reaction out of him. And weren’t you the one who started guessing all boys last night with the blowjob thing?”
“I was trying to scare him into telling me who it was,” Blaise admitted. “Didn’t think I’d actually hit the right person.”
“Speaking of,” Pansy said, standing once more and brushing down her robes, “we’d better go find them before a teacher does.” Blaise nodded quickly in agreement, and the two walked quickly out of their common room.
* * *
“Harry! Harry, wake up already!” Ron flung open the curtains of his best friend’s bed, freezing immediately when he saw there was no one there. “Harry?” The red-headed boy glanced around the room, eyes landing on each of his dorm mates who were at various stages of getting ready for the day. “Did anyone see Harry get up this morning?” he asked curiously.
“Never even heard him come in last night,” Dean commented, pulling on his socks.
“What would you know, you were sleeping,” Seamus said, shoving his friend playfully. “He probably already went down to breakfast to avoid all your questions,” he answered Ron more seriously. Neville nodded in agreement.
“But Harry hates getting up early,” Ron said, sitting down on his bed.
“Ah, but he hates receiving unwanted attention more,” Seamus stated.
“I wasn’t going to say anything,” Ron mumbled, but his red ears gave him away.
“Sure you weren’t,” Seamus chuckled, before saying in all seriousness, “Look, mate, just leave the Malfoy thing alone, alright? Harry didn’t do anything wrong.” Ron grimaced, his nose wrinkling.
“Ew, Malfoy,” he muttered. “I wasn’t going to ask! Really! …Though he could have told me, I’m his best friend!”
“Oh, right, because that would have gone over really well,” Dean said. “‘Hey, Ron, I need to learn how to give Malfoy a blowjob before next Saturday, any advice? Brilliant! Thanks, mate, have a hug?’ I’m sure you would have responded quite well.” Neville and Seamus laughed while Ron pursed his lips.
“I wouldn’t have- he could have- well…he might of…oh, I don’t know!” Ron finally exclaimed, stomping off towards the door. “Maybe Hermione’s seen him.” All four boys trudged down the stairs, arriving in the common room just in time to see Hermione coming in through the portrait. “Oy, Hermione, did you see Harry at breakfast?” Ron asked quickly.
“No, I haven’t seen him all morning,” the girl replied. “Wasn’t he in your room?” This brought the four Gryffindor boys to a halt.
“He wouldn’t…do you think…?” Ron stuttered, eyes going wide. Seamus started chuckling again.
“Maybe he’s still with Malfoy,” he said deliberately, knowing that everyone was already thinking it.
“No,” Ron shook his head, “no, that’d be stupid. Why would he be with that ferret, he said he’d be following us up in a few minutes!” Hermione laid a hand on his arm, and he quieted immediately.
“Maybe we should go check,” she said softly.
“Check what?!” Ron cried. “There’s nothing to check, he’s just…just…out visiting Hagrid or something!”
“Ron, get over it,” Seamus said, clapping a hand on the boy’s shoulder. “We’re going to go down to that classroom, open the door, and find them cuddled on the floor together, clothes probably strewn about the room. And you’re just going to have to deal with it.”
“Seamus!” Hermione snapped as Ron’s face went pale. Seamus grinned innocently. “Come on,” Hermione sighed. “Let’s go find him.”
* * *
“Peeves is banging around one of the classrooms again, he says,” Professor Snape muttered to himself as his stormed down the hallway. At every door he came to he paused and swung it open with a quick wave of his wand. “Severus, why don’t you help Argus find him, he says. Conniving old man, he just loves showing that he has power over me.” Snape flung open another door and was so caught up in his angry mutterings he almost continued on down the hall, but he quickly did a double take and froze.
Harry had been having a very pleasant dream about chocolate syrup and a smooth, pale-skinned torso when he was quite rudely awakened by a loud voice screaming his name.
“POTTER!” Snape shouted. Harry immediately rolled over and sat up before he felt the entire room lurch around him.
“Gah,” was the only thing he managed to say before the dizziness took hold and he collapsed forward onto…onto…another body? Harry wearily opened his eyes and found himself staring blurrily into Draco Malfoy’s face. The other boy was already blinking back up at him. “What…what…what-”
“Potter, get up immediately and EXPLAIN YOURSELF!” Snape interrupted furiously. Both boys nervously turned to look at their professor, before Draco quickly sat up, shoving Harry off to the side.
“P-Professor!” he said, hand going up to rub his temple. “I…Potter…he…it’s not what it looks like!” he exclaimed, wincing as soon as the words left his mouth.
“What it looks like,” Snape said slowly, “is that you two were out past curfew and apparently indulging illegally in alcoholic beverages. That in itself is breaking a fair few school rules, and I haven’t even begun to question why you two are together.” He eyed the two expectantly, arms crossing.
“Er,” Harry said eloquently, eyes darting to meet Draco’s quickly before returning to his furious professor. “Well…it’s not against the rules to…to hang around with students from other houses…”
“Mr. Potter, what exactly do you take me for?” Snape asked, still speaking in that slow, even tone that indicated he was mere seconds from exploding. Harry swallowed nervously, feeling his stomach twist again. “If you expect me to believe that you and Mr. Malfoy decided to reconcile and become friends,” he spat the word out, “in the two days since I have last seen you in my class, you are sorely mistaken and much more idiotic that I’ve thought you to be all these years.” Draco impersonated a fish for a few seconds, before apparently giving up on trying to think of something to say. One of his hands was clenched around the material of the shirt covering his stomach. “Well?” Snape said sharply.
“Professor,” Draco said quietly, hand going up to cover his mouth. “I think I’m going to be sick.” Harry nodded in agreement, and swiftly felt a pounding ache start in his temple. Snape’s eyes narrowed and he sighed in agitation.
“Such are the repercussions of drinking,” he said snidely. Draco stared at him wide-eyed, looking shocked that he was not going to help. Snape looked thoughtful for a few seconds, before sighing again. “I won’t tell your Head of House about this, Potter,” he grumbled out, looking annoyed that his not punishing Draco technically meant he couldn’t punish Harry either. “But I’ll take twenty points from Gryffindor…and Slytherin, each. And another ten from Gryffindor, because I’m sure this was somehow your fault.” He glared pointedly at Harry. “That and not giving you my hangover potion should be punishment enough. Don’t let me catch you again! Drinking or doing…anything else.” With one final glare, Snape was stalking off down the hall, cloak billowing out behind him. The boys could hear the echo of more doors being banged open as he continued his search for Peeves.
“I think he was too baffled at seeing us together to do anything,” Harry murmured, unconsciously leaning against Draco’s shoulder. He squinted around the room, realizing for the first time that he didn’t have his glasses on.
“He was probably too relieved that we managed to keep our clothes on to give us detentions,” Draco groaned out, still clutching at his stomach.
“Take deep breaths, I think it helps,” Harry suggested off-handedly, peering at the blond. “Why would our clothes be off?” Draco shot him an incredulous look and Harry felt his cheeks flush slightly. “Oh, right.” He continued looking around the abandoned classroom, vaguely trying to spot his glasses and willing his headache to go away. Another moan from Draco dragged his attention back to the boy. “Geez, Malfoy, you wimp. Concentrate on something else and breathe for Merlin’s sake.”
“Bugger off,” Draco croaked, looking absolutely miserable. His hair was plastered to his forehead and his skin looked clammy, but at least he was beginning to take deeper breaths and calm down. Harry continued to stare at him until something on his neck caught his attention, and then foggy wisps of a memory began to drift through his mind.
“Oh, bloody hell!” he cursed as his stomach flipped again.
“What?” Draco asked immediately, whipping around to face Harry and causing the boy to lose his balance and topple forward. He caught himself before he could fall onto the blond, but now he was staring straight at Draco’s collar and the red blotches there were clearly visible.
“I hope you still have some turtlenecks left,” Harry said weakly. Draco stared at him curiously for a few seconds, though Harry could tell right away when he remembered what had happened due to the way his eyes widened.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” he exclaimed, hand clamping around the front of his neck. “What the bleeding hell is it with you and my neck, Potter?!”
“You offered it to me!”
“Well you said you wanted to kiss it again!”
“I…well…I mean, there was the firewhiskey and-and I really didn’t know what I was doing…” Harry trailed off helplessly. “You liked it, though, don’t deny it,” he accused. Draco went pink, hand still rubbing his neck.
“I can’t go back to the common room like this,” he muttered. He eyed Harry critically for a minute, lips pursing. “Alright, give me your shirt.”
“Excuse me?” Harry said incredulously, blinking.
“Give it to me, Potter! Come on, we haven’t got all day.”
“Malfoy-”
“You shirt hides more, come on! Hurry it up.”
“But…it’s a sweatshirt.”
“Yes, I know, and it’s got a hood. It’ll hide my neck, so take it off!” Harry finally sighed and acquiesced, tugging his sweatshirt off over his head. Draco nodded and did likewise, tossing Harry his black shirt and eyeing the red material in his hands distastefully.
Of course, it would be at this exact moment that Pansy and Blaise showed up in the doorway.
There was an awkward pause as Harry and Draco had not heard their footsteps coming, and they both donned the typical deer-in-headlights expression one gets in this type of situation.
“There, see!” Blaise broke the silence, gesturing in exasperation at the two shirtless boys. “I knew something bad must have happened.”
“Yes, I do see,” Pansy giggled, hands rising to hide her grin. This spurred the guilty parties into action and they both jumped to their feet, stumbling as the room around them tipped. They fell against each other to catch their balance, and then began shouting in unison.
“No, Blaise, you’re completely wrong-”
“Absolutely nothing happened-”
“We only passed out because of the firewhiskey-”
“And there’s a perfectly legitimate reason for our shirts to be off!” There was a slight pause after Harry’s last exclamation, while Pansy stared expectantly at them.
“Well, let’s hear it, then,” she said, raising an eyebrow. Draco glowered and smacked Harry on the shoulder while the boy attempted to think up an answer.
“Pansy, Blaise, what’s all the yelling about?” came Hermione’s voice from out in the hall, and Harry groaned.
“Shit,” he hissed, fumbling with Draco’s shirt as he tried to pull it over his head.
“We came looking for Draco,” Pansy answered, stepping to the side. The crowd of Gryffindors came into view.
“Well we’re looking for Harry,” Ron said, peering into the room. “Is he-” Again, there was a sudden silence. Harry was still attempting to pull the shirt on, so he could only imagine the picture they made. He was leaning back against Draco for the most part, as the Slytherin was standing slightly behind him, and he could feel Draco’s hands using his still unclothed shoulder and hip as an anchor to keep his balance. Harry meekly poked his head through the top of the shirt and stepped forward, dislodging himself from Malfoy.
“H-hey, Ron,” he greeted, weakly attempting a grin. He ignored Seamus’ snicker.
“Hi,” Ron replied slowly. There was another pause, and then Draco shoved past Harry on his way to the door, roughly pulling the sweatshirt on as he went.
“Pansy, I think I’m going to throw up any second now, I require medical attention immediately,” he growled, hauling the girl down the hall. Blaise glanced around at the quiet Gryffindors and grinned.
“Well, have a nice day,” he said, and then left to follow his fellow Slytherins.
* * *
“Harry, you know you can tell me anything, right?”
“I know, but there’s nothing to tell.”
“No, really, you can tell me absolutely anything. I won’t mind. I won’t explode, I won’t even question it.”
“Ron, I appreciate it, but I’m serious, there’s nothing to say!”
“Harry…”
“What?”
“…You stayed there all night.”
“I passed out.”
“You were shirtless when we showed up.”
“I was putting on my shirt, actually.”
“Harry…”
“What?”
“That’s not your shirt.”
“…”
“And that still doesn’t explain why you were shirtless in the first place.”
“…”
“Harry?”
“I don’t like him, ok?!”
“I never said you did!”
“Well you’re implying it!”
“I’m just wondering how you two ended up shirtless!”
“We…we were-“
“They were playing cards, right, mate?”
Harry and Ron whipped around to stare at Seamus as the Irish boy joined them on the couches in the common room. “Cards?” Ron asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Yeah, I found these under one of the desks after you all left,” Seamus said, tossing a deck of cards onto Harry’s lap. Harry’s jaw dropped slightly.
“Yeah,” Harry said slowly, lips quirking into a grin when Seamus winked at him. “Yeah, we were…we decided to play strip poker. I don’t know why, we were already completely smashed at that point. I guess we passed out before it could get too far.”
“Well thank Merlin for small miracles,” Ron muttered, turning to face the fire. “I was getting worried. Not that I mind, of course!” he said quickly when Seamus cocked an eyebrow at him. “I just…I just wish you’d tell me, is all. If anything happens…”
“Ron, I promise you’ll be the first to know,” Harry grinned, rolling his eyes.
“Aside from Malfoy,” Seamus snickered.
“Aside from Malfoy,” Harry agreed, laughing. Ron just groaned.
“Did it have to be him?” he groused. “Why couldn’t they have dared you to…to do something with Seamus?” The redhead thrust his arm in Seamus’ general direction.
“They did,” the Irish boy replied, grinning at Harry. “Didn’t they, Harry?” Harry blushed at the memory, but nodded.
“They sure did,” he said.
“Speaking of, Harry, I’ve been wondering… Am I a better kisser than Malfoy?” Seamus raised his eyebrows expectantly.
“What?” Harry asked, a little surprised. “I have no idea!”
“Well, you’ve kissed us both. Come on, tell me!” Seamus pleaded, a little over exuberantly.
“Um…well, I’ve kissed Malfoy more,” Harry said slowly. “And he’s quite talented. Isn’t he, Ron?” Harry grinned teasingly while Ron blanched and then immediately blushed.
“He’s…it wasn’t…I mean…it wasn’t too horrible, I guess,” he mumbled.
“I’ll have to kiss him sometime,” Seamus idly commented, stretching his legs out on the couch.
“What? Why?” Harry asked sharply, eyes narrowing at his dorm mate. Seamus raised an eyebrow.
“So I can see just how ‘good’ he is,” he replied. “Do you have a problem with that?”
“I-what?” Harry blinked, startled. “No…of course not. Do what you want.”
“Then I will,” Seamus grinned. Harry’s brow furrowed, and he continued staring into the dwindling flames.
* * *
After dinner on Wednesday, as Harry was trailing behind his fellow Gryffindors on their way back to the common room, he was abruptly yanked into the abandoned classroom which was really starting to become quite familiar. Sighing, he shook Draco’s hand off his arm and turned to face him as he carefully shut and locked the door.
“If you’re going to suggest practicing something else, I’m really going to have to disagree because I don’t know what else there is that we can do,” Harry commented, crossing his arms and leaning against one of the desks. Malfoy blinked, startled, and apparently lost his train of thought.
“What- Are you serious? There’s only about a million more things we could do,” Draco said, as if it were obvious. Harry paled slightly.
“Well, yeah, I know there are but I don’t actually want to do any of them!” he exclaimed.
“Neither do I!” Malfoy yelled quickly. “That’s not- Wait. Shut up, Potter, that’s not even why I dragged you in here.”
“It’s not?” Harry let out a breath in relief. “Oh good.” Malfoy frowned and mirrored Harry’s stance, leaning against a desk opposite him.
“No, I just want to…discuss something with you.” Draco’s eyes narrowed slightly and he pursed his lips. “I just realized something,” he said slowly. Harry’s eyes widened.
“Oh God, you’re not coming out to me, are you?” he asked worriedly. Draco’s eyes shot open.
“NO!” he exclaimed. “That’s not- I didn’t even- Why would you think that?!”
“Oh, thank Merlin,” Harry breathed, ignoring Malfoy’s stricken face.
“Does everyone think that?” Draco asked slowly.
“Think what?”
“That I’m…that I’m gay.”
“Oh.” Harry looked thoughtful for a second. “No, I don’t think so. Why?”
“Well that’s what I was going to ask you.”
“You were going to ask if I thought you were gay?”
“No!” Draco sighed in exasperation. “No, I just realized who Blaise was guessing on Saturday.”
“Guessing for what?” Harry asked, confused.
“When he was trying to figure out who gave me a blowjob.” Draco’s eyes narrowed again. “He named boys. Why didn’t he mention any girls?” Harry blinked as if he’d only just noticed that as well.
“Oh,” he said helpfully. “Well…he did say he was going to go through everyone. Maybe he was giving you time to admit who it was?”
“Maybe,” Draco sighed, pushing himself back to sit on the desk. “Potter…I think people are beginning to think we’re…together or something.” Harry paled even further this time.
“Together? As in…together together?” he asked nervously. When Malfoy nodded, he groaned. “Bloody hell, I think you’re right. Ron’s been bugging me about it recently.”
“If even the Weasel’s picked up on it, it must be all over school by now,” Draco grumbled. “I don’t even like you, much less like that.”
“Well the feeling’s mutual,” Harry attempted to sneer. Draco scowled, eyes flicking towards Harry’s briefly before turning away again. “Are we done here?” he asked harshly, feeling unexplainably angry all of a sudden.
“What, you need my permission to leave?” Malfoy asked, eyes narrowing.
“No, I just wanted to make sure there was nothing else you wanted to blather on about.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, was I taking up too much of the precious boy-who-lived’s time?” the blond asked sarcastically.
“Shut up, Malfoy!” Harry said sharply.
“Sorry, I have nothing else to say to you. Wouldn’t want to waste even more of your time.”
“Fine! I’ll just go, then!”
“Fine, then go!”
“Fine!” Harry and Draco scowled at each other, before Harry turned and stomped out of the room, vaguely wondering what the hell they had just fought about.
* * *
Saturday brought with it two very reluctant boys. Harry, for one, was worried out of his mind about what would happen. He had no idea if they were going to play a different game, he didn’t know what else he and Malfoy could be made to do in public…though, with this group he couldn’t be sure there was anything they wouldn’t be made to do.
Malfoy looked just as nervous as he felt, sitting stiffly on his side of the circle. That didn’t make Harry feel any better.
It also didn’t make him feel any better when Pansy’s first hit of the night was at him.
“Alright, so we’re playing Truth or Dare again tonight,” she said, shutting the classroom door behind her after making sure no one had seen them come in. Apparently Draco had warned her about Snape. “I’ll start. Potter!” Harry’s eyes squeezed shut and he fought to keep the look of despair from showing on his face. “Truth or dare?” Harry took a deep breath, chancing a glance across the circle. Draco was staring at him silently, and Harry blinked.
“Dare,” he breathed, quietly, still holding Malfoy’s gaze. “I pick dare.” He turned to Pansy just in time to catch her smirk, and he swallowed nervously.
“Alright,” Pansy said, still smirking. “I dare you to…cuddle. With Draco.” Harry blinked. “For the rest of the night. Until we’re done, that is.”
“…What?” Harry asked blankly. “Cuddle?” His eyes shot towards Draco, and he found that the blond looked as startled as he felt.
“Yes, cuddle,” Pansy answered, grinning. “Here, I’ll help. Scoot back against the wall. Draco, come here.” Harry did as told, and Draco reluctantly dragged himself to his feet and crossed the circle. “Ok, sit again. Potter, spread ‘em.”
“Spread what?” Harry asked.
“Your legs, genius,” Draco muttered, and Harry felt his cheeks flush.
“Oh,” he murmured, slowly doing as told.
“Ok, Draco, sit the same direction he is and lean your back against his chest.” Pansy looked positively gleeful as she instructed them, while Draco slowly did as told, looking as if he was being led to his death. Harry blushed further when the Slytherin rested tensely against him. “Potter, wrap you arms around his waist.”
“What?” Harry asked quickly. Pansy glared at him and he sighed, slowly moving his arms to enclose Draco. He thought this might have actually been somewhat comfortable if either of them could relax at all.
“There,” Pansy beamed at them. “Now just stay like that.”
“Stay like this?” Malfoy repeated.
“Yes. For the whole game.”
“For the whole game…” Harry muttered to the back of Draco’s neck, and he felt the blond shudder slightly. Harry couldn’t concentrate on the game after that. It continued on around him, but he couldn’t be bothered to listen. All he could feel was Draco squeezed in gently between his thighs, and he was hoping the blond wouldn’t be able to feel how quickly his heart was beating against his back. But with the way the Slytherin was gradually letting the tension in his muscles go and relaxing against the broad chest behind him, Harry was pretty sure he would notice it.
Draco, for his part, thought he was about to go insane. He was completely ignoring the game as well, but that was because all he could feel was the stupid Gryffindor behind him breathing down his neck. Every time Harry’s chest gently swelled, Draco would know that hot air would be brushing across his neck in the next second, and it was driving him mad. He hadn’t known the skin around there was so sensitive until Harry had taken it upon himself to make it his favorite part of his body. Draco shifted slightly, trying to move his neck out of the way, and instead he felt Harry’s breath hitch slightly. One of the hands resting on his stomach twitched, and in turn caused the muscles in Draco’s abdomen to jump under it.
Harry had to hold his breath as the blond squirmed against him. The movement was doing nothing to help his sixteen-year-old body behave itself, and he was afraid that if he tried to breathe it would come out as a groan. When Draco’s stomach convulsed slightly under his hand, he paused, unable to stop the grin spreading across his lips. He vaguely caught sight of the pained expression Ron was giving him, but ignored it, instead pulling Draco closer to himself and resting his chin on the Slytherin’s shoulder. Draco had stilled beneath him and tensed up again, but Harry stroked lightly against his stomach and he let out a shuddering breath. Out of the corner of his eye, Harry could see the boy’s pale skin pinking.
“What do you think you’re doing, Potter?” Draco hissed through clenched teeth when the Gryffindor slipped one hand beneath his shirt and began caressing the smooth skin he found there.
“I don’t know,” Harry whispered in return, turning his head to place a light kiss on Malfoy’s neck.
“No, stop it! Today’s the first day I haven’t worn a turtleneck in a week, I won’t have you marking me again!” he spat quietly, attempting to twist out of the way while at the same time making sure they didn’t catch anyone’s attention. With his movement, his hips swiveled around and pressed back into Harry’s groin, making the boy gasp as his arms unintentionally tightened around the blond. Draco paused immediately. “Well, well, well,” he snickered quietly. “What have we here?” He shifted purposely against Harry’s hardening cock again, and the boy’s eyes squeezed shut as he tried not to thrust back.
Harry managed to open his eyes when Draco stilled abruptly and he heard footsteps walking towards him.
“Seamus,” he said, slightly surprised when the Irish boy kneeled down in front of them.
“Justin dared me to snog Malfoy,” the boy grinned mischievously. “I’m surprised you didn’t hear him.”
“What?!” Harry and Draco exclaimed simultaneously.
“Yep,” Seamus said, leaning forward slightly. Draco reared back, nearly squashing Harry against the wall, and the boy had to bite back a gasp at the sudden pressure on his groin.
“Why?” Draco asked stupidly, eyes wide. Seamus shrugged.
“You’d have to ask him,” he said, before lunging forward to catch Malfoy’s mouth with his own. The blond made a muffled sound of protest, but Harry knew he would succumb eventually. Seamus was a very good kisser, though Harry hadn’t actually told him this when he’d asked. Sure enough, Draco’s eyes began to slide shut, as if against his will, and he went boneless against Harry. Harry, for his part, thought he was doing remarkably well at just sitting there watching the two of them as their lips melded together, tongues sliding in and out of one another’s mouths as Malfoy relaxed and Seamus made the kiss deeper and more intense. He didn’t really notice his arms tensing and tightening further until Draco ripped his mouth away from Seamus’ and coughed slightly.
“Bloody hell, Potter, stop trying to suffocate me!” he yelled, slapping at Harry’s arms. The Gryffindor loosened them quickly, but didn’t release his hold on the blond. They both turned their attention back to Seamus, who was staring at them with an odd look. Harry knew he must look ridiculous, because he couldn’t keep the frown from his lips and the glare from his eyes, and by all accounts it probably seemed like he was trying to protect what was his.
Which, of course, he definitely wasn’t.
And he knew from experience what Draco looked like just after he was snogged silly, so that probably wasn’t helping. Eventually, Seamus raised his chin a bit and smiled slowly. Harry blinked and Seamus snickered. He felt Draco tense in his arms again when Seamus gave them a wink before returning to his seat.
“What was that about?” Draco asked quickly, turning slightly to meet Harry’s eyes. The Gryffindor shrugged helplessly. Malfoy raised an eyebrow at him and turned to face the front again, relaxing back against Harry. They were able to remain like this for a few more turns, and then Harry got bored and Draco got restless and began shifting around again.
Harry took that as an invitation to slip his hand back under Malfoy’s shirt. He was slightly surprised when the only response he got was the blond relaxing even further into him, and then suddenly one of Draco’s hands was tracing patterns up and down his thigh, his other hand resting on top of Harry’s spare one.
“M-Malfoy,” he said quietly, startled. A quick glance around the circle showed that no one was paying them any attention.
“What?” Draco returned, sounding slightly haughty. “You can touch me and I can’t touch you?” Draco’s hand slipped down and he ended up reaching behind himself slightly so that he could rub Harry’s inner thigh. Harry gulped, leg shifting out slightly against his will and he slumped lower against the wall, dragging Malfoy with him. “Can you be quiet?” the blond asked in a low voice, beginning to trace around Harry’s hardened length. The green-eyed boy nodded rapidly against Draco’s shoulder. The game still continued around them.
“Can you?” Harry smirked, lips curving against Malfoy’s neck, and the blond paused. “You’re the one they’ll be seeing, after all.” With that, he gently trailed his fingers beneath the top of the boy’s pants, feeling Draco suck in a breath, and deftly undid his zipper.
“Potter!” Malfoy hissed, knees coming up to block his hands from view. Harry sucked gently on the crook of Draco’s neck in response, causing him to let out a shuddering breath. His fingers moved beneath the boy’s boxers, and Draco’s breath hitched as they wrapped around the now familiar hot, velvety skin of his hardened cock. He slowly began to stroke him, and with a quick thrust of his own hips he had the Slytherin jumping back into action as well. Harry knew it had to be an awkward angle for Draco to be reaching behind him, but he really couldn’t care less. He felt those fingers undoing his zipper and reaching down to stroke his member, and he had to swallow a groan.
Half of Harry was mortified at what they were doing, scared stiff that someone might see them. The other half wanted everyone to turn around and watch. Draco was having a hard time concentrating on keeping his knees up so no one would be able to see when all he really wanted to do was spread his legs out wide and thrust up into Harry’s hand.
Breathing shakily, hands moving quickly, eyes desperately trying to stay open, both boys continued stroking one another, bringing themselves within range of coming all down their pants.
But some part of Harry heard the slight pause in the group, the yawn of someone in the silence, and he yanked his hand away from Draco, clumsily zipping him back up.
“Ah…what- what the hell are you doing?” Malfoy gasped, eyes shooting open. He was just in time to see Pansy turning towards them.
“How are you boys doing?” she asked cheerfully. They could only stare guiltily at her, trying to look bored. Draco’s hand slammed against the ground in front of Harry’s crotch and he used it to push himself up, while Harry quickly did up his own pants.
“Bored,” he drawled, hoping his cheeks weren’t as flushed as they felt. Harry nodded in agreement.
“Well, I think we’re done here anyway,” the girl said, turning questioningly to the rest of the group. Most of them nodded or murmured their approval. “So are you coming, or would you like to spend the rest of your night here again?” This time Draco knew his cheeks were flushed, and Harry lazily dragged a hand through his hair.
“My bed’s a bit more comfortable than the floor,” he said, shoving Draco gently to the side and standing up. He made sure to adjust his shirt so that it covered the front of his trousers. “So I’m going to head back. Ron, Hermione, you coming?” His friends nodded and stood to follow him. Harry turned to walk out of the room, but before he could leave, his eyes sought out Malfoy again. The blond was also standing and brushing down his shirt. Harry saw the way it fell across his crotch as well. Draco noticed him staring and raised an eyebrow, and for a second, Harry didn’t know what to do.
In the end, he settled for a slight smile. When Draco blinked at him, Harry lifted his chin slightly and winked back. He watched as the blond’s lips pursed before slowly stretching into a smirk, and then he left the room with a grin on his face.
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Heh, well I have to say I didn’t actually mean for all that to happen… I guess I just can’t stop myself from writing a chapter with smut in it! Still, there ya go. Didn’t mean for it to get so long, but I’m sure nobody minds! Tell me what you think, feedback’s always appreciated!
*~Maxine~*
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Oh, and a big, BIG thank you to my betas! naughtygoldie, miints, you’re the best!!
Title: Starts With a Spin
Category: Harry Potter
Genre: Humor/Romance/Smut/Slash
Rating: R
Pairing: H/D
Disclaimer: Harry Potter ain’t mine…if it were…well…Draco certainly wouldn’t be Harry’s enemy forever. ^.~
Summary: It started with the spin of a bottle, and now Harry and Draco have gotten themselves so far into their own game there's almost no way out again. Except to keep playing.
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~~Chapter 6~~
Pansy sauntered into the Slytherin common room the next morning, still attempting to tie her hair up into a ponytail, and Blaise descended on her immediately in a rush of black robes.
“Have you seen Draco?” he asked quickly. The black-haired girl quirked an eyebrow at him.
“Blaise, darling, I only just got up. Or did you not notice me walking down from the girls’ dormitories?” she returned, smiling slightly. Blaise ran a hand through his ebony hair.
“I thought maybe you’d been down here earlier or something,” he said, exhaling slowly and glancing away.
“Is something the matter? Have you checked his bed?” Blaise shot the girl a disgruntled look.
“Of course I did, what do you take me for?” he huffed. “I haven’t seen him all morning.”
“What about Vincent and Greg?” Pansy asked, walking further into the common room as if to look around for the missing blond. “Would they know?”
“Doubtful. Pansy…his bed looks like it hasn’t been slept in,” Blaise said hesitantly. The girl’s eyes shot towards his.
“Well, he makes it every morning, doesn’t he?”
“Well yes…but it’s just that…I mean, didn’t we leave him with Potter last night?”
“Oh please,” Pansy chuckled, “don’t tell me you think Potter has done something to him!” Blaise paused and frowned.
“‘Something’ is a very vague word…” he murmured, and then Pansy finally seemed to catch on, which was odd considering her latest endeavors in pairing the two boys together. Blaise thought she must still be tired or something.
“Oh. Ooohh,” Pansy smirked and began to straighten the pillows on the couches. “Just as unlikely,” she said, handing Blaise a spare Transfigurations book that had been tucked in between the cushions as he trailed after her. “I mean, they’re hardly going to do anything on their own. They’re both hopeless.”
“But they were also drunk,” Blaise countered, watching as the Slytherin Prefect kneeled on the floor and looked under the couches. “In fact, we left them with nearly half a bottle of firewhiskey!” Pansy pulled out a dusty Potions manual and tossed it to Blaise, grimacing. Then she paused, a thoughtful look crossing her face as she wiped her hands off.
“Good point,” she finally said, and laughed shortly. “I’d forgotten! Maybe that’ll give them a push in the right direction.” Blaise frowned again, and put the texts he’d been given down on a nearby table.
“Pansy, what exactly are you trying to accomplish with those two?” he asked. “Nothing good can come of it; Draco’s father is the Dark Lord’s right-hand man!” Pansy quickly shushed the boy, glancing around at the younger students milling about the common room, before pulling him down onto the nearby couch.
“Blaise, I’m going to ask you what may seem to be a very personal question, but I want you to answer me honestly, ok?” At his nod, she continued, “How do you feel about muggleborns?”
“Well I- what? Muggleborns? What has that got to do with anything?” Blaise asked, confused.
“Just answer.”
“Um, alright… Well, I guess…I mean- well I really don’t give them much thought at all!” Pansy rolled her eyes in exasperation.
“You are aware that practically the whole Light and Dark issue is about them?” she asked, eyebrow raised.
“Yes!” Blaise exclaimed, a bit affronted. “It’s just…well they don’t bother me much. I couldn’t even tell you the names of all the students that are muggleborn. Aside from like…Granger, or something.” Pansy sighed agitatedly.
“And do you want to kill Granger?”
“What- No!”
“Justin Finch-Fletchey? Dean Thomas?”
“NO! Why are you even asking?”
“Because if you follow the Dark Lord, that’s what you’ll have to do,” Pansy said seriously, her eyes hard and cold. “One day you’ll find yourself staring into a classmate’s eyes and you’ll have to raise your wand, say the words, and watch them die and know that you did it.”
“I…I know that, Pansy-“
“No, I don’t think you do!” Pansy exclaimed, causing Blaise to jump slightly. “I don’t think anyone here knows that! Oh, sure, everyone knows that they hate mudbloods because they don’t belong here and that they want to join the great and mighty Lord Voldemort to carry out his noble cause! It’s all very black-and-white, isn’t it? I don’t think anyone actually realizes who they’d be killing, or that they’d be the ones doing it! It all seems very nice, maybe, but no one recognizes the fact that it’s their classmates they’ll be fighting! School rivalries and battles are very different things!” Pansy’s chest was heaving when she finished, her eyes bright. Blaise could only stare at her for a few seconds before something dawned in his mind.
“Pansy,” he breathed, eyes wide, “are you on Dumbledore’s side?”
“Oh of course not,” the girl replied, standing and whirling away from the couch. “I’m not on anyone’s side; I see no need to involve myself in this mess.”
“You know that’s not possible, you’ll have to choose eventually.”
“And when that time comes I’ll choose the side that best benefits me.” There was a slight pause where the only sound was Pansy’s foot tapping quickly against the floor, before she spun around again to face Blaise. “Alright, yes, I’m on Dumbledore and Potter’s side!” she exploded. “I think killing muggleborns is pointless and stupid! No one in our year knows more than Granger does! Honestly, I think the Dark Lord’s just jealous.”
“But your father-”
“Yes, yes, daddy’s a Death Eater, and look how far it’s gotten him! I haven’t seen him since winter break last year, and he’s been in hiding for months. It’s ruining his life!”
“Right,” Blaise mumbled, brow furrowed. “But…what’s this got to do with Draco and Potter?”
“Oh, Draco’s not had a political thought of his own since he was two. The only thing he knows is what’s been drummed into his head year after year by his father. And quite frankly, Draco and his father are two very different people,” Pansy said, sitting down on the couch again and resting her chin on his fist. “Can you see him trying to kill someone? Or torture someone? The sight of blood makes him sick,” she continued, smiling fondly. “I figured he needed someone to knock some sense into him, and who better than Potter?”
“Granger, maybe? A girl?”
“Ha, right,” Pansy laughed. “Besides, I needed someone close to Potter who sees what I see happening between those two to help me out. They have a certain chemistry, you know? When they’re in the same room, they practically only have eyes for each other, don’t you think?” Blaise grunted and shrugged. “Besides, Draco’s not really been himself this year, and Potter’s almost the only one who can get a reaction out of him. And weren’t you the one who started guessing all boys last night with the blowjob thing?”
“I was trying to scare him into telling me who it was,” Blaise admitted. “Didn’t think I’d actually hit the right person.”
“Speaking of,” Pansy said, standing once more and brushing down her robes, “we’d better go find them before a teacher does.” Blaise nodded quickly in agreement, and the two walked quickly out of their common room.
* * *
“Harry! Harry, wake up already!” Ron flung open the curtains of his best friend’s bed, freezing immediately when he saw there was no one there. “Harry?” The red-headed boy glanced around the room, eyes landing on each of his dorm mates who were at various stages of getting ready for the day. “Did anyone see Harry get up this morning?” he asked curiously.
“Never even heard him come in last night,” Dean commented, pulling on his socks.
“What would you know, you were sleeping,” Seamus said, shoving his friend playfully. “He probably already went down to breakfast to avoid all your questions,” he answered Ron more seriously. Neville nodded in agreement.
“But Harry hates getting up early,” Ron said, sitting down on his bed.
“Ah, but he hates receiving unwanted attention more,” Seamus stated.
“I wasn’t going to say anything,” Ron mumbled, but his red ears gave him away.
“Sure you weren’t,” Seamus chuckled, before saying in all seriousness, “Look, mate, just leave the Malfoy thing alone, alright? Harry didn’t do anything wrong.” Ron grimaced, his nose wrinkling.
“Ew, Malfoy,” he muttered. “I wasn’t going to ask! Really! …Though he could have told me, I’m his best friend!”
“Oh, right, because that would have gone over really well,” Dean said. “‘Hey, Ron, I need to learn how to give Malfoy a blowjob before next Saturday, any advice? Brilliant! Thanks, mate, have a hug?’ I’m sure you would have responded quite well.” Neville and Seamus laughed while Ron pursed his lips.
“I wouldn’t have- he could have- well…he might of…oh, I don’t know!” Ron finally exclaimed, stomping off towards the door. “Maybe Hermione’s seen him.” All four boys trudged down the stairs, arriving in the common room just in time to see Hermione coming in through the portrait. “Oy, Hermione, did you see Harry at breakfast?” Ron asked quickly.
“No, I haven’t seen him all morning,” the girl replied. “Wasn’t he in your room?” This brought the four Gryffindor boys to a halt.
“He wouldn’t…do you think…?” Ron stuttered, eyes going wide. Seamus started chuckling again.
“Maybe he’s still with Malfoy,” he said deliberately, knowing that everyone was already thinking it.
“No,” Ron shook his head, “no, that’d be stupid. Why would he be with that ferret, he said he’d be following us up in a few minutes!” Hermione laid a hand on his arm, and he quieted immediately.
“Maybe we should go check,” she said softly.
“Check what?!” Ron cried. “There’s nothing to check, he’s just…just…out visiting Hagrid or something!”
“Ron, get over it,” Seamus said, clapping a hand on the boy’s shoulder. “We’re going to go down to that classroom, open the door, and find them cuddled on the floor together, clothes probably strewn about the room. And you’re just going to have to deal with it.”
“Seamus!” Hermione snapped as Ron’s face went pale. Seamus grinned innocently. “Come on,” Hermione sighed. “Let’s go find him.”
* * *
“Peeves is banging around one of the classrooms again, he says,” Professor Snape muttered to himself as his stormed down the hallway. At every door he came to he paused and swung it open with a quick wave of his wand. “Severus, why don’t you help Argus find him, he says. Conniving old man, he just loves showing that he has power over me.” Snape flung open another door and was so caught up in his angry mutterings he almost continued on down the hall, but he quickly did a double take and froze.
Harry had been having a very pleasant dream about chocolate syrup and a smooth, pale-skinned torso when he was quite rudely awakened by a loud voice screaming his name.
“POTTER!” Snape shouted. Harry immediately rolled over and sat up before he felt the entire room lurch around him.
“Gah,” was the only thing he managed to say before the dizziness took hold and he collapsed forward onto…onto…another body? Harry wearily opened his eyes and found himself staring blurrily into Draco Malfoy’s face. The other boy was already blinking back up at him. “What…what…what-”
“Potter, get up immediately and EXPLAIN YOURSELF!” Snape interrupted furiously. Both boys nervously turned to look at their professor, before Draco quickly sat up, shoving Harry off to the side.
“P-Professor!” he said, hand going up to rub his temple. “I…Potter…he…it’s not what it looks like!” he exclaimed, wincing as soon as the words left his mouth.
“What it looks like,” Snape said slowly, “is that you two were out past curfew and apparently indulging illegally in alcoholic beverages. That in itself is breaking a fair few school rules, and I haven’t even begun to question why you two are together.” He eyed the two expectantly, arms crossing.
“Er,” Harry said eloquently, eyes darting to meet Draco’s quickly before returning to his furious professor. “Well…it’s not against the rules to…to hang around with students from other houses…”
“Mr. Potter, what exactly do you take me for?” Snape asked, still speaking in that slow, even tone that indicated he was mere seconds from exploding. Harry swallowed nervously, feeling his stomach twist again. “If you expect me to believe that you and Mr. Malfoy decided to reconcile and become friends,” he spat the word out, “in the two days since I have last seen you in my class, you are sorely mistaken and much more idiotic that I’ve thought you to be all these years.” Draco impersonated a fish for a few seconds, before apparently giving up on trying to think of something to say. One of his hands was clenched around the material of the shirt covering his stomach. “Well?” Snape said sharply.
“Professor,” Draco said quietly, hand going up to cover his mouth. “I think I’m going to be sick.” Harry nodded in agreement, and swiftly felt a pounding ache start in his temple. Snape’s eyes narrowed and he sighed in agitation.
“Such are the repercussions of drinking,” he said snidely. Draco stared at him wide-eyed, looking shocked that he was not going to help. Snape looked thoughtful for a few seconds, before sighing again. “I won’t tell your Head of House about this, Potter,” he grumbled out, looking annoyed that his not punishing Draco technically meant he couldn’t punish Harry either. “But I’ll take twenty points from Gryffindor…and Slytherin, each. And another ten from Gryffindor, because I’m sure this was somehow your fault.” He glared pointedly at Harry. “That and not giving you my hangover potion should be punishment enough. Don’t let me catch you again! Drinking or doing…anything else.” With one final glare, Snape was stalking off down the hall, cloak billowing out behind him. The boys could hear the echo of more doors being banged open as he continued his search for Peeves.
“I think he was too baffled at seeing us together to do anything,” Harry murmured, unconsciously leaning against Draco’s shoulder. He squinted around the room, realizing for the first time that he didn’t have his glasses on.
“He was probably too relieved that we managed to keep our clothes on to give us detentions,” Draco groaned out, still clutching at his stomach.
“Take deep breaths, I think it helps,” Harry suggested off-handedly, peering at the blond. “Why would our clothes be off?” Draco shot him an incredulous look and Harry felt his cheeks flush slightly. “Oh, right.” He continued looking around the abandoned classroom, vaguely trying to spot his glasses and willing his headache to go away. Another moan from Draco dragged his attention back to the boy. “Geez, Malfoy, you wimp. Concentrate on something else and breathe for Merlin’s sake.”
“Bugger off,” Draco croaked, looking absolutely miserable. His hair was plastered to his forehead and his skin looked clammy, but at least he was beginning to take deeper breaths and calm down. Harry continued to stare at him until something on his neck caught his attention, and then foggy wisps of a memory began to drift through his mind.
“Oh, bloody hell!” he cursed as his stomach flipped again.
“What?” Draco asked immediately, whipping around to face Harry and causing the boy to lose his balance and topple forward. He caught himself before he could fall onto the blond, but now he was staring straight at Draco’s collar and the red blotches there were clearly visible.
“I hope you still have some turtlenecks left,” Harry said weakly. Draco stared at him curiously for a few seconds, though Harry could tell right away when he remembered what had happened due to the way his eyes widened.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” he exclaimed, hand clamping around the front of his neck. “What the bleeding hell is it with you and my neck, Potter?!”
“You offered it to me!”
“Well you said you wanted to kiss it again!”
“I…well…I mean, there was the firewhiskey and-and I really didn’t know what I was doing…” Harry trailed off helplessly. “You liked it, though, don’t deny it,” he accused. Draco went pink, hand still rubbing his neck.
“I can’t go back to the common room like this,” he muttered. He eyed Harry critically for a minute, lips pursing. “Alright, give me your shirt.”
“Excuse me?” Harry said incredulously, blinking.
“Give it to me, Potter! Come on, we haven’t got all day.”
“Malfoy-”
“You shirt hides more, come on! Hurry it up.”
“But…it’s a sweatshirt.”
“Yes, I know, and it’s got a hood. It’ll hide my neck, so take it off!” Harry finally sighed and acquiesced, tugging his sweatshirt off over his head. Draco nodded and did likewise, tossing Harry his black shirt and eyeing the red material in his hands distastefully.
Of course, it would be at this exact moment that Pansy and Blaise showed up in the doorway.
There was an awkward pause as Harry and Draco had not heard their footsteps coming, and they both donned the typical deer-in-headlights expression one gets in this type of situation.
“There, see!” Blaise broke the silence, gesturing in exasperation at the two shirtless boys. “I knew something bad must have happened.”
“Yes, I do see,” Pansy giggled, hands rising to hide her grin. This spurred the guilty parties into action and they both jumped to their feet, stumbling as the room around them tipped. They fell against each other to catch their balance, and then began shouting in unison.
“No, Blaise, you’re completely wrong-”
“Absolutely nothing happened-”
“We only passed out because of the firewhiskey-”
“And there’s a perfectly legitimate reason for our shirts to be off!” There was a slight pause after Harry’s last exclamation, while Pansy stared expectantly at them.
“Well, let’s hear it, then,” she said, raising an eyebrow. Draco glowered and smacked Harry on the shoulder while the boy attempted to think up an answer.
“Pansy, Blaise, what’s all the yelling about?” came Hermione’s voice from out in the hall, and Harry groaned.
“Shit,” he hissed, fumbling with Draco’s shirt as he tried to pull it over his head.
“We came looking for Draco,” Pansy answered, stepping to the side. The crowd of Gryffindors came into view.
“Well we’re looking for Harry,” Ron said, peering into the room. “Is he-” Again, there was a sudden silence. Harry was still attempting to pull the shirt on, so he could only imagine the picture they made. He was leaning back against Draco for the most part, as the Slytherin was standing slightly behind him, and he could feel Draco’s hands using his still unclothed shoulder and hip as an anchor to keep his balance. Harry meekly poked his head through the top of the shirt and stepped forward, dislodging himself from Malfoy.
“H-hey, Ron,” he greeted, weakly attempting a grin. He ignored Seamus’ snicker.
“Hi,” Ron replied slowly. There was another pause, and then Draco shoved past Harry on his way to the door, roughly pulling the sweatshirt on as he went.
“Pansy, I think I’m going to throw up any second now, I require medical attention immediately,” he growled, hauling the girl down the hall. Blaise glanced around at the quiet Gryffindors and grinned.
“Well, have a nice day,” he said, and then left to follow his fellow Slytherins.
* * *
“Harry, you know you can tell me anything, right?”
“I know, but there’s nothing to tell.”
“No, really, you can tell me absolutely anything. I won’t mind. I won’t explode, I won’t even question it.”
“Ron, I appreciate it, but I’m serious, there’s nothing to say!”
“Harry…”
“What?”
“…You stayed there all night.”
“I passed out.”
“You were shirtless when we showed up.”
“I was putting on my shirt, actually.”
“Harry…”
“What?”
“That’s not your shirt.”
“…”
“And that still doesn’t explain why you were shirtless in the first place.”
“…”
“Harry?”
“I don’t like him, ok?!”
“I never said you did!”
“Well you’re implying it!”
“I’m just wondering how you two ended up shirtless!”
“We…we were-“
“They were playing cards, right, mate?”
Harry and Ron whipped around to stare at Seamus as the Irish boy joined them on the couches in the common room. “Cards?” Ron asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Yeah, I found these under one of the desks after you all left,” Seamus said, tossing a deck of cards onto Harry’s lap. Harry’s jaw dropped slightly.
“Yeah,” Harry said slowly, lips quirking into a grin when Seamus winked at him. “Yeah, we were…we decided to play strip poker. I don’t know why, we were already completely smashed at that point. I guess we passed out before it could get too far.”
“Well thank Merlin for small miracles,” Ron muttered, turning to face the fire. “I was getting worried. Not that I mind, of course!” he said quickly when Seamus cocked an eyebrow at him. “I just…I just wish you’d tell me, is all. If anything happens…”
“Ron, I promise you’ll be the first to know,” Harry grinned, rolling his eyes.
“Aside from Malfoy,” Seamus snickered.
“Aside from Malfoy,” Harry agreed, laughing. Ron just groaned.
“Did it have to be him?” he groused. “Why couldn’t they have dared you to…to do something with Seamus?” The redhead thrust his arm in Seamus’ general direction.
“They did,” the Irish boy replied, grinning at Harry. “Didn’t they, Harry?” Harry blushed at the memory, but nodded.
“They sure did,” he said.
“Speaking of, Harry, I’ve been wondering… Am I a better kisser than Malfoy?” Seamus raised his eyebrows expectantly.
“What?” Harry asked, a little surprised. “I have no idea!”
“Well, you’ve kissed us both. Come on, tell me!” Seamus pleaded, a little over exuberantly.
“Um…well, I’ve kissed Malfoy more,” Harry said slowly. “And he’s quite talented. Isn’t he, Ron?” Harry grinned teasingly while Ron blanched and then immediately blushed.
“He’s…it wasn’t…I mean…it wasn’t too horrible, I guess,” he mumbled.
“I’ll have to kiss him sometime,” Seamus idly commented, stretching his legs out on the couch.
“What? Why?” Harry asked sharply, eyes narrowing at his dorm mate. Seamus raised an eyebrow.
“So I can see just how ‘good’ he is,” he replied. “Do you have a problem with that?”
“I-what?” Harry blinked, startled. “No…of course not. Do what you want.”
“Then I will,” Seamus grinned. Harry’s brow furrowed, and he continued staring into the dwindling flames.
* * *
After dinner on Wednesday, as Harry was trailing behind his fellow Gryffindors on their way back to the common room, he was abruptly yanked into the abandoned classroom which was really starting to become quite familiar. Sighing, he shook Draco’s hand off his arm and turned to face him as he carefully shut and locked the door.
“If you’re going to suggest practicing something else, I’m really going to have to disagree because I don’t know what else there is that we can do,” Harry commented, crossing his arms and leaning against one of the desks. Malfoy blinked, startled, and apparently lost his train of thought.
“What- Are you serious? There’s only about a million more things we could do,” Draco said, as if it were obvious. Harry paled slightly.
“Well, yeah, I know there are but I don’t actually want to do any of them!” he exclaimed.
“Neither do I!” Malfoy yelled quickly. “That’s not- Wait. Shut up, Potter, that’s not even why I dragged you in here.”
“It’s not?” Harry let out a breath in relief. “Oh good.” Malfoy frowned and mirrored Harry’s stance, leaning against a desk opposite him.
“No, I just want to…discuss something with you.” Draco’s eyes narrowed slightly and he pursed his lips. “I just realized something,” he said slowly. Harry’s eyes widened.
“Oh God, you’re not coming out to me, are you?” he asked worriedly. Draco’s eyes shot open.
“NO!” he exclaimed. “That’s not- I didn’t even- Why would you think that?!”
“Oh, thank Merlin,” Harry breathed, ignoring Malfoy’s stricken face.
“Does everyone think that?” Draco asked slowly.
“Think what?”
“That I’m…that I’m gay.”
“Oh.” Harry looked thoughtful for a second. “No, I don’t think so. Why?”
“Well that’s what I was going to ask you.”
“You were going to ask if I thought you were gay?”
“No!” Draco sighed in exasperation. “No, I just realized who Blaise was guessing on Saturday.”
“Guessing for what?” Harry asked, confused.
“When he was trying to figure out who gave me a blowjob.” Draco’s eyes narrowed again. “He named boys. Why didn’t he mention any girls?” Harry blinked as if he’d only just noticed that as well.
“Oh,” he said helpfully. “Well…he did say he was going to go through everyone. Maybe he was giving you time to admit who it was?”
“Maybe,” Draco sighed, pushing himself back to sit on the desk. “Potter…I think people are beginning to think we’re…together or something.” Harry paled even further this time.
“Together? As in…together together?” he asked nervously. When Malfoy nodded, he groaned. “Bloody hell, I think you’re right. Ron’s been bugging me about it recently.”
“If even the Weasel’s picked up on it, it must be all over school by now,” Draco grumbled. “I don’t even like you, much less like that.”
“Well the feeling’s mutual,” Harry attempted to sneer. Draco scowled, eyes flicking towards Harry’s briefly before turning away again. “Are we done here?” he asked harshly, feeling unexplainably angry all of a sudden.
“What, you need my permission to leave?” Malfoy asked, eyes narrowing.
“No, I just wanted to make sure there was nothing else you wanted to blather on about.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, was I taking up too much of the precious boy-who-lived’s time?” the blond asked sarcastically.
“Shut up, Malfoy!” Harry said sharply.
“Sorry, I have nothing else to say to you. Wouldn’t want to waste even more of your time.”
“Fine! I’ll just go, then!”
“Fine, then go!”
“Fine!” Harry and Draco scowled at each other, before Harry turned and stomped out of the room, vaguely wondering what the hell they had just fought about.
* * *
Saturday brought with it two very reluctant boys. Harry, for one, was worried out of his mind about what would happen. He had no idea if they were going to play a different game, he didn’t know what else he and Malfoy could be made to do in public…though, with this group he couldn’t be sure there was anything they wouldn’t be made to do.
Malfoy looked just as nervous as he felt, sitting stiffly on his side of the circle. That didn’t make Harry feel any better.
It also didn’t make him feel any better when Pansy’s first hit of the night was at him.
“Alright, so we’re playing Truth or Dare again tonight,” she said, shutting the classroom door behind her after making sure no one had seen them come in. Apparently Draco had warned her about Snape. “I’ll start. Potter!” Harry’s eyes squeezed shut and he fought to keep the look of despair from showing on his face. “Truth or dare?” Harry took a deep breath, chancing a glance across the circle. Draco was staring at him silently, and Harry blinked.
“Dare,” he breathed, quietly, still holding Malfoy’s gaze. “I pick dare.” He turned to Pansy just in time to catch her smirk, and he swallowed nervously.
“Alright,” Pansy said, still smirking. “I dare you to…cuddle. With Draco.” Harry blinked. “For the rest of the night. Until we’re done, that is.”
“…What?” Harry asked blankly. “Cuddle?” His eyes shot towards Draco, and he found that the blond looked as startled as he felt.
“Yes, cuddle,” Pansy answered, grinning. “Here, I’ll help. Scoot back against the wall. Draco, come here.” Harry did as told, and Draco reluctantly dragged himself to his feet and crossed the circle. “Ok, sit again. Potter, spread ‘em.”
“Spread what?” Harry asked.
“Your legs, genius,” Draco muttered, and Harry felt his cheeks flush.
“Oh,” he murmured, slowly doing as told.
“Ok, Draco, sit the same direction he is and lean your back against his chest.” Pansy looked positively gleeful as she instructed them, while Draco slowly did as told, looking as if he was being led to his death. Harry blushed further when the Slytherin rested tensely against him. “Potter, wrap you arms around his waist.”
“What?” Harry asked quickly. Pansy glared at him and he sighed, slowly moving his arms to enclose Draco. He thought this might have actually been somewhat comfortable if either of them could relax at all.
“There,” Pansy beamed at them. “Now just stay like that.”
“Stay like this?” Malfoy repeated.
“Yes. For the whole game.”
“For the whole game…” Harry muttered to the back of Draco’s neck, and he felt the blond shudder slightly. Harry couldn’t concentrate on the game after that. It continued on around him, but he couldn’t be bothered to listen. All he could feel was Draco squeezed in gently between his thighs, and he was hoping the blond wouldn’t be able to feel how quickly his heart was beating against his back. But with the way the Slytherin was gradually letting the tension in his muscles go and relaxing against the broad chest behind him, Harry was pretty sure he would notice it.
Draco, for his part, thought he was about to go insane. He was completely ignoring the game as well, but that was because all he could feel was the stupid Gryffindor behind him breathing down his neck. Every time Harry’s chest gently swelled, Draco would know that hot air would be brushing across his neck in the next second, and it was driving him mad. He hadn’t known the skin around there was so sensitive until Harry had taken it upon himself to make it his favorite part of his body. Draco shifted slightly, trying to move his neck out of the way, and instead he felt Harry’s breath hitch slightly. One of the hands resting on his stomach twitched, and in turn caused the muscles in Draco’s abdomen to jump under it.
Harry had to hold his breath as the blond squirmed against him. The movement was doing nothing to help his sixteen-year-old body behave itself, and he was afraid that if he tried to breathe it would come out as a groan. When Draco’s stomach convulsed slightly under his hand, he paused, unable to stop the grin spreading across his lips. He vaguely caught sight of the pained expression Ron was giving him, but ignored it, instead pulling Draco closer to himself and resting his chin on the Slytherin’s shoulder. Draco had stilled beneath him and tensed up again, but Harry stroked lightly against his stomach and he let out a shuddering breath. Out of the corner of his eye, Harry could see the boy’s pale skin pinking.
“What do you think you’re doing, Potter?” Draco hissed through clenched teeth when the Gryffindor slipped one hand beneath his shirt and began caressing the smooth skin he found there.
“I don’t know,” Harry whispered in return, turning his head to place a light kiss on Malfoy’s neck.
“No, stop it! Today’s the first day I haven’t worn a turtleneck in a week, I won’t have you marking me again!” he spat quietly, attempting to twist out of the way while at the same time making sure they didn’t catch anyone’s attention. With his movement, his hips swiveled around and pressed back into Harry’s groin, making the boy gasp as his arms unintentionally tightened around the blond. Draco paused immediately. “Well, well, well,” he snickered quietly. “What have we here?” He shifted purposely against Harry’s hardening cock again, and the boy’s eyes squeezed shut as he tried not to thrust back.
Harry managed to open his eyes when Draco stilled abruptly and he heard footsteps walking towards him.
“Seamus,” he said, slightly surprised when the Irish boy kneeled down in front of them.
“Justin dared me to snog Malfoy,” the boy grinned mischievously. “I’m surprised you didn’t hear him.”
“What?!” Harry and Draco exclaimed simultaneously.
“Yep,” Seamus said, leaning forward slightly. Draco reared back, nearly squashing Harry against the wall, and the boy had to bite back a gasp at the sudden pressure on his groin.
“Why?” Draco asked stupidly, eyes wide. Seamus shrugged.
“You’d have to ask him,” he said, before lunging forward to catch Malfoy’s mouth with his own. The blond made a muffled sound of protest, but Harry knew he would succumb eventually. Seamus was a very good kisser, though Harry hadn’t actually told him this when he’d asked. Sure enough, Draco’s eyes began to slide shut, as if against his will, and he went boneless against Harry. Harry, for his part, thought he was doing remarkably well at just sitting there watching the two of them as their lips melded together, tongues sliding in and out of one another’s mouths as Malfoy relaxed and Seamus made the kiss deeper and more intense. He didn’t really notice his arms tensing and tightening further until Draco ripped his mouth away from Seamus’ and coughed slightly.
“Bloody hell, Potter, stop trying to suffocate me!” he yelled, slapping at Harry’s arms. The Gryffindor loosened them quickly, but didn’t release his hold on the blond. They both turned their attention back to Seamus, who was staring at them with an odd look. Harry knew he must look ridiculous, because he couldn’t keep the frown from his lips and the glare from his eyes, and by all accounts it probably seemed like he was trying to protect what was his.
Which, of course, he definitely wasn’t.
And he knew from experience what Draco looked like just after he was snogged silly, so that probably wasn’t helping. Eventually, Seamus raised his chin a bit and smiled slowly. Harry blinked and Seamus snickered. He felt Draco tense in his arms again when Seamus gave them a wink before returning to his seat.
“What was that about?” Draco asked quickly, turning slightly to meet Harry’s eyes. The Gryffindor shrugged helplessly. Malfoy raised an eyebrow at him and turned to face the front again, relaxing back against Harry. They were able to remain like this for a few more turns, and then Harry got bored and Draco got restless and began shifting around again.
Harry took that as an invitation to slip his hand back under Malfoy’s shirt. He was slightly surprised when the only response he got was the blond relaxing even further into him, and then suddenly one of Draco’s hands was tracing patterns up and down his thigh, his other hand resting on top of Harry’s spare one.
“M-Malfoy,” he said quietly, startled. A quick glance around the circle showed that no one was paying them any attention.
“What?” Draco returned, sounding slightly haughty. “You can touch me and I can’t touch you?” Draco’s hand slipped down and he ended up reaching behind himself slightly so that he could rub Harry’s inner thigh. Harry gulped, leg shifting out slightly against his will and he slumped lower against the wall, dragging Malfoy with him. “Can you be quiet?” the blond asked in a low voice, beginning to trace around Harry’s hardened length. The green-eyed boy nodded rapidly against Draco’s shoulder. The game still continued around them.
“Can you?” Harry smirked, lips curving against Malfoy’s neck, and the blond paused. “You’re the one they’ll be seeing, after all.” With that, he gently trailed his fingers beneath the top of the boy’s pants, feeling Draco suck in a breath, and deftly undid his zipper.
“Potter!” Malfoy hissed, knees coming up to block his hands from view. Harry sucked gently on the crook of Draco’s neck in response, causing him to let out a shuddering breath. His fingers moved beneath the boy’s boxers, and Draco’s breath hitched as they wrapped around the now familiar hot, velvety skin of his hardened cock. He slowly began to stroke him, and with a quick thrust of his own hips he had the Slytherin jumping back into action as well. Harry knew it had to be an awkward angle for Draco to be reaching behind him, but he really couldn’t care less. He felt those fingers undoing his zipper and reaching down to stroke his member, and he had to swallow a groan.
Half of Harry was mortified at what they were doing, scared stiff that someone might see them. The other half wanted everyone to turn around and watch. Draco was having a hard time concentrating on keeping his knees up so no one would be able to see when all he really wanted to do was spread his legs out wide and thrust up into Harry’s hand.
Breathing shakily, hands moving quickly, eyes desperately trying to stay open, both boys continued stroking one another, bringing themselves within range of coming all down their pants.
But some part of Harry heard the slight pause in the group, the yawn of someone in the silence, and he yanked his hand away from Draco, clumsily zipping him back up.
“Ah…what- what the hell are you doing?” Malfoy gasped, eyes shooting open. He was just in time to see Pansy turning towards them.
“How are you boys doing?” she asked cheerfully. They could only stare guiltily at her, trying to look bored. Draco’s hand slammed against the ground in front of Harry’s crotch and he used it to push himself up, while Harry quickly did up his own pants.
“Bored,” he drawled, hoping his cheeks weren’t as flushed as they felt. Harry nodded in agreement.
“Well, I think we’re done here anyway,” the girl said, turning questioningly to the rest of the group. Most of them nodded or murmured their approval. “So are you coming, or would you like to spend the rest of your night here again?” This time Draco knew his cheeks were flushed, and Harry lazily dragged a hand through his hair.
“My bed’s a bit more comfortable than the floor,” he said, shoving Draco gently to the side and standing up. He made sure to adjust his shirt so that it covered the front of his trousers. “So I’m going to head back. Ron, Hermione, you coming?” His friends nodded and stood to follow him. Harry turned to walk out of the room, but before he could leave, his eyes sought out Malfoy again. The blond was also standing and brushing down his shirt. Harry saw the way it fell across his crotch as well. Draco noticed him staring and raised an eyebrow, and for a second, Harry didn’t know what to do.
In the end, he settled for a slight smile. When Draco blinked at him, Harry lifted his chin slightly and winked back. He watched as the blond’s lips pursed before slowly stretching into a smirk, and then he left the room with a grin on his face.
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Heh, well I have to say I didn’t actually mean for all that to happen… I guess I just can’t stop myself from writing a chapter with smut in it! Still, there ya go. Didn’t mean for it to get so long, but I’m sure nobody minds! Tell me what you think, feedback’s always appreciated!
*~Maxine~*
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