Starts With a Spin - Chapter 10
Yeah…I won’t even comment on how late this was. Sorry! Hehe, and there’s not even that much smut. Actually, there’s really just a whole lot of kissing… Oh well! Enjoy! At least it’s a long chapter…
Much thanks to my awesome betas, naughtygoldie and miints!
Title: Starts With a Spin
Category: Harry Potter
Genre: Humor/Romance/Smut/Slash
Rating: NC-17
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 10~~
Harry was bored.
He’d done his bit of mingling already, and was now standing at the back of the room watching the rest of his classmates. There were still people out on the dance floor, which Harry was now avoiding after Lavender had dragged him onto it earlier for three songs. More people were lingering around the food tables, and there seemed to be some sort of card game going on in the back corner of the room. Harry had thought about joining, but he’d gotten pulled into a conversation with Terry Boot and now it was probably too late. So instead he was trying to find Ron but he had no clue where the boy had gone, and he was steadily not trying to seek out Malfoy’s blond head in the crowd of all his peers.
Of course, when purposefully not doing something, it is inevitable that the something will happen anyway, so suddenly he could see the Slytherin stumbling towards him out of the corner of his eye and-
Harry did a double-take.
“’Lo, Potter!” Draco said cheerfully, leaning forward and into Harry’s personal space. The green-eyed boy reared back, nearly gagging from the smell of alcohol on Draco’s breath.
“Malfoy! What- Were you drinking? Who brought alcohol?! And where’s your shirt? And-and your shoes? Hell, where’s Pansy’s bra?!” Harry asked in rapid succession, eyes growing wider as he looked over Draco’s lithe body that now only seemed to be covered in the skirt he’d been wearing all night. “Tell me you’re still wearing your underwear,” he said in a pleading tone.
Draco had the audacity to giggle at him and rested a hand on his stomach. Then a confused expression crossed his face and he looked down at the fingers he was trailing across his bare skin.
“Hey, where’s my shirt?!” he cried. Harry sighed and took the time to note how flushed the blond’s cheeks looked.
“Malfoy?” Harry said slowly.
“Potter?” Draco returned in the same tone, eyes wide.
“What have you been drinking?” Harry continued. The Slytherin bit his lip slightly and glanced towards the ceiling for awhile.
“Firewhiskey!” he suddenly declared, crossing his arms across his naked chest and looking inordinately proud of himself. Harry thought he looked rather-
Er…nothing. He thought he looked like nothing. Actually he wasn’t even thinking about how Draco looked at all. Nope!
“And where did you get it from?” Harry asked quickly, keeping his eyes on Draco’s face.
“Theodore brought it,” the other boy replied promptly. “S’why he came, I think.” Harry sighed and pursed his lips, glancing around the room to see if anyone was paying attention to Draco Malfoy gallivanting about in nothing but a skirt. It didn’t look like anyone was watching, but then again he’d made the mistake of thinking that before.
“And your clothes?” Harry asked tiredly. “Have you any idea where they got to?” Draco nodded rapidly.
“I was playing…um…something. A game. A card game!” he said, and then started tapping his chin thoughtfully. “Started with a ‘P’… Pock? Poke?”
“Poker?”
“Ah! That’s the one!” Draco exclaimed, snapping his fingers. “It was…uhh…Don? Dean? It was Dean’s idea.” Harry blinked, head tilting to the side slightly.
“Dean suggested that you play strip poker?” he repeated faintly. Draco nodded again, grinning. “And you actually agreed to play?” There was more vigorous nodding. “But…Malfoy… Poker is a Muggle game.” Draco’s face fell, and suddenly he looked as if he really might cry.
“It’s a Muggle game?” he asked in the manner of a little boy who couldn’t believe his puppy had just died.
“Er,” said Harry helpfully. Then Draco’s eyes widened drastically and he pointed at something behind Harry.
“Potteeeerrr!” he whined, before stopping abruptly. Apparently deciding that he didn’t like the way that sounded, he continued instead with, “Haaaaarryyyy! Harry, call him off! Don’t let him near me!” Confused, Harry spun around and felt Draco latch onto him from behind. Seamus was walking towards them, grinning.
“Uh, is there something wrong with Seamus?” Harry asked, puzzled
“I don’t want him hitting on me,” Draco said waspishly. “I don’t like boys.” And then he promptly wrapped his arms tightly around Harry’s waist. Harry rolled his eyes.
“Hey, Seamus,” he greeted when the Irish boy finally reached them.
“Hallo, Harry. Enjoying yourself tonight?” Seamus asked. Harry blushed, blaming it on the warmth of the body behind him, and felt Draco rest his chin on his shoulder.
“I suppose so,” Harry shrugged awkwardly. “And you?”
“It’s been grand,” Seamus said with an absent wave of his hand as he glanced off to the side for a brief second. His eyes returned to Harry, and he grinned. “I just thought I’d warn you…Harry, you’re standing under mistletoe.” Harry blinked and hadn’t even had the time to fully process that statement before he was shoved aside and Draco was in front of him, arms spread imperviously.
“YOU CAN’T KISS HIM!!” the blond all but roared, and several of their nearby classmates who had been pretending not to watch gave up and turned their full attention onto the three boys. Harry blinked again, glanced upwards, and blinked once more.
He was about ninety-nine percent sure that mistletoe hadn’t been there before.
Peering into the crowd, he quickly spotted Hermione innocently facing the opposite direction, and Harry instantly knew this was her doing. Then he noticed how many people were staring at them, and he finally realized what they were all expecting.
Harry blushed. He rested a hand gently on one of Draco’s raised arms and tried turning him around, but the blond would have none of it.
“Back away, Harry. This fiend here wants to snog with you and I WILL NOT ALLOW IT!” Draco bellowed, sending Seamus a glare that would have turned any normal person into stone. The Irish boy simply grinned.
Harry desperately wished the floor would open up and swallow him, and he vaguely wondered why the Room of Requirement wasn’t listening to his needs.
“Malfoy,” Harry said quietly, jaw clenched. The boy didn’t respond, so Harry sighed agitatedly and snapped, “Malfoy!”
“Merlin, Harry, what the hell do you want?” Draco whined, finally turning to face the Gryffindor and crossing his arms across his chest.
“Leave Seamus alone; he isn’t the one standing under the mistletoe with me, and he doesn’t want to kiss me.”
“Ah ha, on the contrary, Mr. Potter-“
“Shut up, Seamus!” Harry snapped. His fellow Gryffindor winked and mimed pulling a zipper across his mouth before stepping back into the continually growing crowd. Even the poker players had stumbled their way across the room and were leaning drunkenly against each other as they watched.
Harry sighed and gripped both of Draco’s biceps and the blond’s arms fell to his sides. The Slytherin was staring at him with furrowed eyebrows and his lips were pursed petulantly. “Seamus isn’t the one I’m supposed to kiss,” Harry clarified slowly, watching as awareness slowly dawned in Draco’s eyes.
“Are you going to kiss me?” he whispered with wide eyes. Harry nodded. “In front of all these people?” He sounded as if the idea frightened him.
“Malfoy, these people are our classmates and most of them have seen us do more than simply kiss,” Harry said dryly.
“Oh.”
“Ok?” Harry asked, smiling gently. Draco nodded, and Harry leaned forward to press a kiss softly on his lips. He’d only been preparing to give Draco a quick peck, but the blond’s hands came up and latched onto Harry and his entire body arched into the Gryffindor’s. Harry swallowed his own gasp, eyes fluttering shut, and eagerly opened his mouth to his drunken counterpart. Draco’s tongue met his and instantly Harry could taste the bitterness of the alcohol he’d been drinking earlier. The hot, sharp flavor of firewhiskey filled his mouth and sent his senses reeling.
The two boys kissed hungrily, the burn of the firewhiskey fueling their passion and sending it straight to their groins, and before he knew what he was doing, Harry had slammed Draco up against the wall so he could further devour his mouth. The blond groaned and wrapped his arms tightly around Harry’s neck, and suddenly his legs were around Harry’s waist, ankles crossed behind his back, and Harry had to quickly adjust his hold on Draco lest the other boy sent them both crashing to the floor.
“Malfoy!” he blurted, startled, before Draco’s mouth was on his again and Harry couldn’t help the way he was squashing the boy against the wall.
“Harry,” Draco murmured, brushing quick kisses against the Gryffindor’s mouth. He alternated between kisses and whispering his name, and Harry swore there were spots dancing in front of his eyes as he ran his hands along Draco’s naked skin. “…Harry…” Draco kissed his lips again. “…Harry…” His mouth moved down to the boy’s jaw. “…Harry…” Draco bent his head and gently kissed the side of Harry’s neck. “…Harry, Harry, HarryHarryHarry!” Draco groaned, lifting his head so that he was staring directly into green eyes. “God, fuck me again, Harry,” he whispered, eyes falling half-closed.
Harry couldn’t stop his own eyes from widening drastically, and he very nearly dropped Draco right then and there. “Ok…ok, Malfoy, I think we need to get you to bed,” he said shakily, slowly pulling back and dislodging Draco’s legs from his hips. The Slytherin’s eyes widened, and he again looked like he was about to cry.
“You hate me!” he accused, lower lip sticking out.
“No, but you’ll hate yourself in the morning,” Harry muttered. He wasn’t fooled into thinking no one had heard what Draco had just said. There were only a few people in the front of the crowd who looked shocked, but with all the murmuring going on, Harry was sure the word was spreading quickly. He spotted Ron, looking on nervously, standing next to a surprised looking Hermione. Harry winced slightly; he’d forgotten that he hadn’t told the girl yet.
Blaise was suddenly at Harry’s side, taking Draco’s arm and throwing it gently around his shoulder. “S’ok, Potter, we can get it from here,” he said, trying to move the blond away. “Where the hell are Crabbe and Goyle?”
“Cleaning off the tables and making sure the food doesn’t get wasted,” Pansy said dryly, also appearing out of nowhere. She was dragging a smashed looking Theodore Nott (who seemed to be missing his shirt, shoes, and one sock) with her. “Potter, clear out your drunk Gryffindors, we’ll get these two back to the dorms.”
“NO!!” Draco suddenly shouted, tearing away from Blaise and collapsing against Harry instead. “No! I want to stay with Harry, YOU CAN’T MAKE ME GO!!” Blaise rolled his eyes and gently tried pulling Draco back to him.
“Most dramatic drunk ever, I swear!” he muttered. Draco was clinging to Harry, though, and Blaise rolled his eyes in exasperation.
“Merlin, Potter, what have you done to him?” Pansy asked coolly. “He didn’t tell me you two had…” Shaking her head quickly, she continued on a different track, saying, “Well I suppose you put this room to good use, then?” Harry promptly blushed and was unable to meet her eyes.
“I’ll take him back,” he offered quietly. He could feel Pansy’s eyes on him.
“Fine,” she said shortly, lips twitching slightly. “Blaise, you take Theodore. Potter, follow them. I’m not ready to leave yet.” Glancing around the room, Pansy’s eyes landed on Hermione. “Granger!” she called, and the girl swiftly joined them. She cast a quick glance over Harry and Draco, lips quirking into a grin, before turning to Pansy.
“Yes, Pansy?”
“We need to clear the drunkards out of here. Stupid boys, honestly, do they really think the teachers aren’t going to make sure we weren’t breaking any rules up here?” Hermione nodded, pursing her lips.
“Right, I agree. I’ll have Ron get Dean out of here. And I’ll tell Justin that Zacharias and Ernie need to go too. Really now, Ernie’s a Prefect, what was he thinking? I don’t suppose there were any Ravenclaws playing?” she asked. Pansy shrugged.
“Michael Corner was there for a bit but...but Anthony Goldstein dragged him away,” Draco spoke up from where his face was buried into Harry’s shoulder. He hiccupped once, and then appeared to fall asleep right where he was standing. Harry blushed again when he saw Hermione staring at them.
“Right, well we’ll just go then,” he said quickly, dragging Draco along with him as he headed for the door. “Zabini, let’s go!” Blaise raised an eyebrow at the two girls, smirked, and then proceeded to haul Theodore out the door.
* * *
Getting the two Slytherins back to their room turned out to be much more difficult that Harry had thought it would be. Draco was snoring loudly from where his face was still resting against Harry, and the Gryffindor was trying to alternate between carrying him and dragging him down the numerous flights of stairs. Blaise wasn’t having as many problems because Theodore’s state was the complete opposite of Draco’s. The Slytherin was wide-eyed and smiling, and while Harry was pretty certain he’d never heard more than two words from the boy’s mouth in all his years at Hogwarts, Theodore was now pouring out his complete life story to his two escorts.
It was a very long trip down to the dungeons.
By the time they finally got there, Blaise had either forgotten or frankly just didn’t care that Harry was with him, and he blurted out the password so that the wall would slide open for them. When they arrived at the 6th year boys’ dormitory, Blaise wasted no time dumping Theodore onto one of the beds while Harry hovered awkwardly in the doorway.
“Alright, Theodore, time for bed!” Blaise said loudly over Theodore’s rambling. The reedy boy went silent, peering up at Blaise disbelievingly.
“Is it really?” he asked suspiciously.
“Yes, yes it is. Isn’t it, Potter?”
“Er, yes, it’s definitely time for bed!” Harry agreed. Theodore’s eyes narrowed briefly, and then he nodded and collapsed backwards onto the bed.
“Ok then,” he mumbled, pulling halfheartedly at the covers. Blaise bent down to pull off the boy’s shoes and tossed them aside. After making sure his friend was tucked in and nearly asleep, he pulled the bed curtains closed and exhaled loudly.
“Finally,” he muttered, turning to face Harry. “Oh, sorry. Draco’s bed is the one on the far wall over there,” he said, with a wave of his hand. “Just dump him on it and we can go back.”
“You’re actually going to climb back up all those stairs?” Harry asked, pulling Draco over to his bed. Blaise shrugged, following at a distance.
“Mmmmm, Harry…” Draco groaned as soon as he left Harry’s arms and was lying on the bed. His eyes shot open, and Harry had to stifle his own groan of annoyance.
“Go back to sleep, Malfoy,” he said softly instead. The blond’s eyes widened as he stared at Harry.
“You…you’re not leaving me, are you?” he asked.
“Bed, Draco. You’re drunk as shit and Potter and I are going back to the party,” Blaise said over Harry’s shoulder.
“But…but…but,” Draco kept saying, looking around desperately. Harry turned to leave, but Draco grabbed his wrist and held on tight. “You can’t go, Harry!” Harry sighed.
“You can go back, Blaise. I’ll stay until he falls back to sleep again,” the Gryffindor offered. “It shouldn’t be too long…” he muttered. Blaise shrugged again, smirking a little.
“Right then. Nighty night, Potter!” he called as he exited the room. The door closed behind him.
“Are we alone now?” Draco whispered. Harry sighed again.
“Do you want to get into more comfortable clothes?” he asked, ignoring Draco’s question. The blond seemed to consider this, and then shook his head. “Well get under the covers then. It’s time to sleep.”
“Will you sleep with me?” Harry went still abruptly. This was the second time tonight Draco had asked him something like that, and while he knew that the Slytherin was drunk out of his mind, he still found it odd that he kept bringing it up. “Harry!”
“What? Oh, sorry,” Harry apologized sheepishly when he saw Draco glaring petulantly at him for ignoring him.
“I asked if you would sleep with me,” Draco reminded him. His lower lip started trembling as his eyes widened. “You hate me. You won’t even come near me!” he accused, and Harry immediately acquiesced.
“No! No no no, Malfoy, I don’t. I don’t hate you,” he assured, sitting down on the bed. He absently kicked off his shoes as he spoke, belatedly realizing that his 16-year-old brain had taken the phrase ‘sleep with me’ and instantly thought of it in sexual terms. Harry blushed slightly, wanting to kick himself. Draco eyed him for a moment, and then nodded once.
“Good,” he said, slipping underneath his covers. Harry reluctantly did the same, lying unnaturally still next to the other boy. Draco was going to kill him in the morning… “Harry?” The Gryffindor shivered as Draco’s warm breath caressed his ear and he felt the blond hug one of his arms.
“Yeah?” Harry breathed, staring up at the dark canopy.
“…You forgot to close the curtains,” Draco said sleepily. Harry blinked, and detached himself from the blond so he could sit up and close them. He felt Draco squirming and shifting around beside him, and when he looked down he saw that the other boy was holding Pansy’s underwear between his fingers as if it was a piece of trash.
Harry swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry, and tried to breathe steadily.
“Do you mind?” Draco asked obliviously, tossing the panties off to the side. “They were really tight and annoying.” Harry shook his head quickly, lying back down again.
“S’fine,” he mumbled. Draco peered down at him and Harry removed his glasses so that his hands had something to do rather than fiddling with the blankets. He’d just placed them on them on the night stand when Draco’s mouth was suddenly on his, and despite his best inhibitions, Harry was instantly kissing him back.
Draco broke away, sighing deeply, and curled himself around Harry’s body. Harry awkwardly wrapped an arm around the boy’s waist, and Draco was snoring lightly in less than a minute, using Harry’s chest as a pillow.
Harry sighed, absently tracing patterns across the skin of Draco’s back, and he fought very hard to ignore the blond’s half-hard member pressing against his hip.
“You are so going to hate yourself in the morning, Draco,” he whispered, and then he shut his eyes and slowly drifted off to sleep.
* * *
Awareness came to Draco slowly the next morning. He knew he’d woken up before he actually opened his eyes, but his bed was so comfortable that he had no intention of getting up. Groaning quietly, he opened his eyes slightly and peered blearily at his bed curtains. His felt like he’d slept with cotton in his mouth and his stomach was doing queasy flip flops.
So not the way he wanted to be waking up.
Yawning, Draco stretched out his legs and then his arms, belatedly noticing his didn’t have a top on. “Why am I not wearing a shirt?” he mumbled to himself. A soft grunt answered him, and suddenly Draco was wide awake. He sat up quickly and turned to stare in shock down at the lump under the covers beside him. He was still staring when the lump rolled onto its back and revealed that it had Harry Potter’s face. Green eyes opened slowly, blinking several times, and Harry yawned, covering his mouth with a hand. Then he sighed deeply, opened his eyes fully, and caught site of Draco’s shocked gaze.
“Oh,” he said abruptly, dropping his hand back down to the bed.
“Potter?” Draco croaked in disbelief. Harry looked sheepish. “Oh God,” Draco turned away, eyes still wide. Harry idly folded his arms behind his head, watching as Draco ran a nervous hand down his bare chest and swallowed thickly. “I swear to God, Potter, I had better still be wearing my pants,” Draco said dangerously, not looking at the Gryffindor.
“You’re not,” Harry replied in slight amusement. Draco made an alarmed sound in the back of his throat and rolled out of the bed. He landed on his knees beside it, the curtain falling around him, and looking as if he was trying to hide from Harry. Then he glanced down, startled.
“Why the hell am I wearing a skirt?” he asked in obvious confusion. Harry chuckled.
“It’s Pansy’s,” he answered. “Don’t you remember?” Draco blinked.
“Oh.” Then his eyes widened in understanding. “Ooohh!”
“Remember?”
“Yeah…yeah, I remember that part now,” Draco said slowly, sitting back on the bed beside Harry, who had also sat up and was leaning back against the headboard. “…So…where are the rest of my clothes?” Harry grinned, looking down at the blanket that he was fiddling with.
“Well you were in such a state of helplessness that I offered to bring you back to your dorm where I then proceeded to ravage you until all your dorm mates returned in the early hours of the morning. You quite enjoyed it, don’t worry.”
There were a few seconds of absolute silence, and when Harry finally looked up he saw the shell-shocked look on Draco’s face.
“I am kidding, I hope you know.” Draco looked at him doubtfully. “Um, hello? Gryffindor, remember?” Harry said, raising his eyebrows and pointing at himself. Draco remained silent, so Harry sighed and explained, “You were playing strip poker with some other guys. Um, actually, come to think of it I don’t know why you were playing strip poker with a bunch of guys…”
“Theodore didn’t want to share all of his alcohol,” Draco said slowly, as bits and pieces started coming back to him. “We didn’t start the stripping part until we were pretty tipsy.” Draco shifted, meeting Harry’s eyes briefly before his gaze flew to his lap. “I’m not wearing my underwear,” he said in a sort of shocked voice. “Oh God.”
“Oh, no, you took that off once you got back here.” Draco slowly looked at Harry again, eyes wide. Harry blinked, and then paled slightly. “Nonononono,” he said rapidly, waving his hands around aimlessly. “No, I mean, you thought they were uncomfortable so you shucked them off before you fell asleep.”
“And you just slept next to me while I was practically naked?” Draco asked, eyes narrowing. “Why the hell are you even in my bed, Potter?!” he demanded.
“Well you wouldn’t let me leave, Malfoy,” Harry snapped back.
“So?!” Draco retorted loudly. “You could have left after I was asleep again!”
“You were draped all over me so I would have had to move you and you would have woken up again!”
“Potter, I’m pretty sure you could have found a way to leave if you had really wanted to.” Draco crossed his arms sullenly. “Now everyone will know you’re here and what am I supposed to say to them?” Harry looked uncomfortable suddenly, and Draco blinked. “What?” he asked quickly. “What? What is it? What’s wrong, what happened?”
“Well…” Harry started to say, scratching the back of his head. “Well…you were very drunk, you know…”
“What. Happened?”
“Um…” Harry sighed. “Ok, last night I was standing off to the side of the room and you kind of stumbled your way over to me… And, well, there was suddenly mistletoe above me…I think Hermione put it there. Anyway, so I kissed you-”
“WHAT?” Draco snapped, eyes wide with horror. “Why?”
“Well because everyone was watching-“ Harry tried to explain.
“Why was everyone watching?!” Draco screeched.
“Because- Oh, fuck it, Malfoy. They just were. And so I kissed you and then you started really snogging me-“
“I did not!”
“Do you want to hear the rest of this or not?” Harry asked agitatedly.
“You mean there’s more?”
“Um, yes. And it gets worse.”
“Oh God.”
“Malfoy, do you know how many times you’ve said that this morning?” Draco narrowed his eyes, so Harry quickly plowed on. “Right, never mind. So I was, um, kissing you. A lot. And…” Harry blushed, looking away from Draco and twiddling his thumbs. “And I kind of…slammed you up again the wall, a-and you wrapped your…legs around my waist-“ Draco groaned and buried his face in his hands. Harry absently watched as his ears turn pink. “-and I kind of forgot that everyone else was even there, until you broke away and…and…andyousaidGodfuckmeagainHarry,” he finished rapidly. “And everyone heard.” Draco lifted his head and stared at Harry in shock.
“You’re lying,” he said abruptly. Harry shook his head slowly.
“Malfoy, I’m not.”
“Yes you are,” Draco insisted, shaking his head. He eyes looked a bit wild. “I didn’t-…I wouldn’t-…Potter, I didn’t…I didn’t like it that much, why would I say something like that? That I’d want you to…to do it again. That’s just gross!” He paused for a second, and then continued, “And I wouldn’t call you ‘Harry’ either.”
Harry sighed, leaning forward to rest his chin on his hands. “I’d do it again,” he admitted quietly.
“Yeah, I bet you would,” Draco snapped, crossing his arms.
“No, I mean I would…bottom again…” Harry said. Draco blinked.
“You would?” he asked, wrinkling his nose slightly. Harry nodded.
“And so would you,” he added as an afterthought.
“I wouldn’t!” Draco insisted. Harry rolled his eyes. “You’re the bloody queer here, Potter, not me!”
“Oh, so now I’m allowed to be queer?” Harry asked, amused.
“I…well… I’m not your keeper, if you want to be gay then fuck all and be gay!” Draco answered, shifting nervously and blushing a little. Harry grinned and leaned over towards him.
“I’m gay, Malfoy,” Harry whispered into the blond’s ear. Draco shivered slightly. “Wanna fuck me?”
“No,” Draco answered instantly. Harry grinned and kissed the side of Draco’s jaw, just below his ear.
“Are you sure?” he asked. Draco nodded and Harry pressed another kiss against his neck. “What’s wrong? You won’t fuck me because I’m gay?” Harry murmured, sucking lightly on the boy’s collar. Draco groaned.
“God damn it, I hate you,” he moaned, turning to catch Harry’s mouth with his own. Harry rolled onto his back, pulling Draco on top of him and the blond straddled Harry’s waist. “You don’t have the lube with you,” Draco pointed out as he ran his hands beneath Harry’s shirt.
“Yeah well…” Harry ignored that and lifted his arms above his head. Draco was just starting to take the boy’s shirt off when the bed curtains were suddenly flung open and the two of them froze. Blaise was glowering down at them, and on the bed behind him they could see Crabbe, Goyle, and Theodore sitting and watching eagerly.
“Potter, I’m still drunk and hallucinating, right?” Draco asked quietly.
“Er…” Harry answered helpfully.
“You know, I can stand to listen to the arguing, and maybe even some of the kissing,” Blaise spoke up, “but I draw the line at shagging.”
“We weren’t shagging,” Draco said quickly.
“Well you were going to,” Blaise said, rolling his eyes.
“No we weren’t.”
“Weren’t you?” Blaise asked, looking at Harry.
“Yeah, we really were,” he replied, shrugging.
“No we weren’t!” Draco insisted. “We’ve never even shagged before this.”
“Shut up, Malfoy,” said Harry and Blaise at the same time. Draco looked highly affronted.
“Merlin, Draco, put some clothes on,” Blaise groaned, turning away and letting the curtains fall shut. “The train leaves in two hours. Potter, get back to your own dorm, and Draco, you packed yesterday, right? Because you and Pansy still have Prefect shit to do.” Draco and Harry eyed each other awkwardly, and after a moment the blond finally climbed off.
“Yeah, you’ll want to put some underwear on before you go anywhere,” Harry said, eying Draco’s erect cock that was extremely easy to see through the thin material of the skirt he still had on.
Draco’s cheeks went pink and his eyes narrowed dangerously.
* * *
“Harry!” Hermione exclaimed when the boy finally climbed through the portrait to the Gryffindor common room. “It’s about time you got back. I’ve got a bone to pick with you, mister- Harry, what happened to your eye?!” Harry grinned sheepishly.
“Um, Malfoy punched me,” he said, and Hermione sighed before casting a quick healing charm. “Thanks.”
“So, don’t you think you have something to tell me, Harry?” Hermione asked pointedly.
“Oh,” Harry blushed. “Yeah. Hermione… I’m gay.” There were a few seconds pause as his friend blinked several times.
“Well I’m glad you can admit it, but that’s not what I’m referring to,” she finally said. “Ron already told me you thought you might be.” Harry’s eyebrows rose.
“Did he now?”
“Yes. But I thought you might like to tell me something about Malfoy. Something that he said last night…?”
“Oh that,” Harry said, glancing away. “Um…yeah, it was true.” Hermione squealed excitedly.
“So are you two a couple now?” she asked, smiling brightly.
“Of course not!” Harry exclaimed. Hermione frowned slightly.
“Well why not?”
“Just…it’s complicated,” Harry said, waving her off. “Aren’t you supposed to be off doing Prefect things?”
“Ron’s taking care of that.”
“Oh. Well, I’m going to go make sure I have all my stuff together. Are you visiting the Weasleys at all over break?”
“Yes, I’ll be there for New Years, so I’ll see you then,” Hermione told him.
“Brilliant,” Harry grinned.
* * *
Later, as the Gryffindor trio was dragging their luggage down to the carriages, Harry caught site of Draco walking with Pansy, Crabbe and Goyle trailing behind them and hauling all of their trunks. Ron noticed him staring and grinned slightly, jabbing Hermione in the side with his elbow and gesturing toward Harry with a nod of his head. Hermione grinned as well.
“You should go say goodbye to him,” she said softly, and Harry whipped around to stare at her.
“Who?” he asked lamely, though the sudden color in his cheeks gave away that he knew he’d been caught. Hermione looked at him flatly, and when Harry shifted his gaze to Ron, he was given the same look. “No, you guys…” Harry said pleadingly. “It’s not like that. Really, I… Malfoy doesn’t think of me like that. And I don’t…um…we’re not-“
“Harry,” Hermione interrupted. “You’d just be saying goodbye to a…to a friend.” Ron snorted and Harry rolled his eyes.
“We’re not friends. He said so himself,” Harry murmured.
“And when did he say that?” Hermione asked curiously.
“Oh, before the first time we had sex,” Harry said absently with a wave of his hand. He was staring at Draco again as they neared the thestral drawn carriages. Ron and Hermione both paused and Harry walked a few feet beyond them before realizing they weren’t with him. “What?” he asked, turning to face his friends.
“Mate, exactly how many times have you and Malfoy buggered?” Ron asked. Harry cringed slightly and blushed, slowly holding up three fingers. “Three-?! Are you serious, three times?” Ron spluttered.
“Look, I’ll tell you all about it on the train, ok?” Harry said, turning away and walking again. Hermione chuckled as she looked at his red ears.
When they arrived at the train station, somehow Harry managed to spot Draco in the crowd right away. The green-eyed boy paused, leaning against a wall and shoving his hands into his pockets. Hermione stepped up beside him, Ron behind her.
“How long is break?” Harry asked.
“Three weeks,” Hermione replied. Draco was talking with Pansy and getting ready to climb onto the train. Harry sighed.
“Bollocks,” he mumbled, and then took off towards the blond. “Malfoy!” he called, darting through a crowd of Hufflepuffs. “Malfoy, hold on, wait a second!” Pansy and Draco paused and turned around as Harry came up behind them. “Malfoy, I need to talk to you,” he panted, hands clenched into fists at his sides. “Hey, Pansy,” he greeted offhandedly.
“Potter,” Pansy smirked. Draco sneered at Harry.
“Would you stop that?!” said both Harry and Pansy in exasperated tones. Draco blinked and pursed his lips.
“What do you want, Potter?” he asked coolly.
“To talk to you,” Harry replied.
“So talk.”
“In private, Malfoy?” Harry rolled his eyes, reaching forward to grab Draco’s wrist. He began to drag him away from the train, but Draco was resisting.
“Potter, what the hell are you trying to pull?” he hissed. “Pansy is right there-”
“Pansy knows we’ve fucked, Malfoy,” Harry said loudly, and several first years nearby gasped and dropped their bags. “It was practically her idea, after all.” Draco’s eyes slid shut in embarrassment and Harry was able to haul him away from the crowds of students. Pansy grinned after them, and turned to talk to Padma Patil who’d just stepped up to get onto the train.
“Alright, you got me away from everyone and made a right scene while doing it,” Draco groused as he and Harry walked around a corner to find a secluded area. “Now what the bloody hell do you want?” Harry stopped walking and Draco leaned back against the wall behind them.
“I wanted to make sure you were aware of a few things,” Harry said carefully, shifting nervously from foot to foot.
“Well hurry up, the train leaves in five minutes,” Draco snapped. Harry sighed.
“Right,” he said, turning to fully face the Slytherin. He stepped closer to him, and Draco’s eyes widened when Harry leaned forward and braced himself against the wall, one hand on either side of Draco’s head. “First thing… I don’t hate you anymore,” Harry said slowly, meeting Draco’s gaze. The blond opened his mouth to speak, but Harry plowed forward, ignoring him. “Second thing. I…I’ve decided that I’m definitely gay.” Draco’s nose wrinkled in disgust.
“Well I’m definitely not,” he said shakily as Harry leaned even closer. “I like girls.”
“You’ve never done anything with a girl,” Harry pointed out.
“Exactly! I’m sure I’ll like it a lot better!”
“Better? Oh, so you admit to liking what you’ve done with me, then?” Harry smirked. Draco’s eyes shifted off to the side.
“I admit nothing,” he said haughtily, chin rising slightly. “Besides, you might like being with a girl better, too. You’ve never even looked at another boy besides me.” Harry shook his head, grinning a little.
“I loved kissing Seamus. Don’t tell me you didn’t.” Draco opened his mouth to object, but Harry ignored him and quickly continued, “I hated kissing Cho and Hermione.”
“Well those two weren’t exactly the best of choices for you, now were they? Failed crush and your best friend.”
“Malfoy. I’m gay. That shouldn’t be your problem, it should be mine. So stop fretting about it!” Harry exclaimed in amusement. Draco frowned.
“You’re running out of time, Potter,” he said snidely. “I don’t blame you for putting off having to stay with the Weasels for three whole weeks, but really, you need to just accept it so we can get on the train and go.”
“I have one more thing to tell you,” Harry said, frowning but ignoring the cut at the Weasleys.
“Well get on with it!”
“Alright!” Harry huffed. He took a deep breath. “Third thing…the third thing is that…” Harry closed the remaining distance between him and Draco, meeting his wide stare and brushing his lips against the other boy’s with each word he said. “I’m really…going to miss you over break.” Draco’s mouth opened in surprise, and Harry quickly claimed his lips and took advantage of his shock by sweeping his tongue into the other boy’s mouth.
Draco’s breath hitched and he groaned, arms involuntarily wrapping themselves around Harry’s neck. The Gryffindor leaned into him, hands still braced on the wall beside his head, and both boy’s tongues met eagerly. Harry knew he could have stayed like that forever, just holding Draco’s body against his own, but he heard the train whistle sound and abruptly he broke away from the blond. Both boys were breathing heavily.
“Have a good break…Draco,” Harry whispered, and after pressing a last chaste kiss on the stunned boy’s lips, Harry turned and ran for the train.
* * *
“I think Potter has a crush on me,” Draco declared to Pansy several days into break. Christmas hadn’t yet passed, and Pansy was spending the day at the Malfoy Manor while their mothers chatted inside. The two Slytherin Prefects were strolling through the Malfoy grounds in the early afternoon. Well, not exactly strolling, per se, as they were nearly knee deep in snow, so trudging would really have been a better way to put it.
“Really now?” Pansy replied, grinning slightly. “What a surprise.”
“I blame it entirely on you, of course,” Draco continued, an unhappy look on his face. He’d been like this nearly all day.
“Is it such a problem? I’d find it kind of flattering, really.”
“Of course it’s a problem, Pansy. He’s gay,” Draco spat. “He’s the boy-who-lived-to-not-continue-the-Potter-name-because-he-only-fucks-boys.”
“Maybe he has a long lost brother,” Pansy said in a bored manner.
“Oh he would, just to spite me,” Draco groused. Pansy rolled her eyes and threw herself backwards into the snow. Draco spun around to look at her. “Did you fall?” he asked curiously.
“On purpose, yes,” Pansy answered, throwing out her arms and spreading her legs. Draco watched as she continually did this: opening and closing her legs and dragging her arms down to her sides before pushing them up again.
“Alright, I give. What the hell are you doing?” Draco asked.
“I’m making a snow angel, obviously,” Pansy retorted, continuing with her movements.
“Whatever are you doing that for?”
“Because I like to,” Pansy snapped. “I used to do it with my father when I was little.”
“Well stop. It’s embarrassing,” Draco muttered.
“No one’s here but you.”
“What are you, five? Only kids make snow angels.” Draco rolled his eyes and crossed his arms so that he had an excuse to shove his hands into his armpits. It was bloody cold out.
“Draco, we are kids,” Pansy said in an exasperated tone. Her friend actually had the audacity to chuckle at that.
“Right, good one, Pansy. I don’t think I’ve been a kid since I was nine...”
“God damn it, Draco!” Pansy cursed, flinging a handful of snow at the boy as she sat up. “Fucking hell, we’re sixteen years old! WE. ARE. STILL. KIDS!!” she yelled. Draco blinked at her outburst, absently brushing the snow she’d hit him with off his robes. “I’m tired of it, Draco. I’m so. Fucking. Tired. I’m tired of Death Eaters, I’m tired of muggleborns and half-bloods and purebloods. I’m tired of the fucking Dark Lord and his insane plans that get our parents thrown into Azkaban. I’m tired of all this petty taunting and fighting between eleven-year-olds just because they’re in different houses-”
“There’s nothing wrong with a little rivalry, Pans-”
“I’m not talking about RIVALRIES, Draco, I’m talking about the outright fights between children who have no thought of their own inside their head. You like to ignore it, I know, but do you know how many brawls I’ve had to break up this year? It isn’t just you and Potter, you know. Stick nearly any Gryffindor with nearly any Slytherin and they’re at each other like cats and dogs. It’s pathetic.”
“So? What does that have to do with anything,” Draco asked angrily. “Gryffindors are a bunch of-”
“Merlin, shut up!” Pansy exclaimed. “God, I just want be a normal teenager sometimes. Normal in a world where an evil raging lunatic didn’t try to kill a one-year-old baby, fail, and then fail the next ten times he tried to do it again.”
“I agree. If Potter had just died the first time we wouldn’t have to deal with any of this mess-”
“For God’s sake, Draco! It isn’t Harry’s fault!”
“Harry?” Draco repeated incredulously, nose wrinkling.
“Yes, Harry. That is his name, after all. And he wasn’t the one who started all this shit. Fuck, Draco…just…oh, forget it,” Pansy said tiredly, collapsing back into the snow again. “Just let me be a normal kid for a second, would you? If I want to make a fucking snow angel then I’m going to make a fucking snow angel! You should try it sometime, this whole ‘being a kid’ thing,” she said, peering up at the blond. “Because at the rate you’re going, you’ll be an old man by the time we’ve graduated Hogwarts.”
“I think you’re acting childish and immature,” Draco muttered.
“Good! Because you know what? I should be!” Pansy shouted. “Sixteen, Draco. That’s how old we are. We’re still in school, we haven’t taken our N.E.W.T.s, we’re not of age…bloody hell, we can’t even do magic outside of Hogwarts!” Draco frowned at that, looking petulant. “So just…slow down and enjoy life for awhile, would you? Have a fling with Potter, make snow angels, enjoy being young while you can!”
“I can’t do that, Pansy,” Draco snapped, glaring down at her. “As long as my father’s in jail I have to be the man of the house-“
“Oh, for the love of Merlin,” Pansy said agitatedly, covering her face with her hands. “You’re not even home nine months out of the year. I’m sure your mother gets on just fine when you’re not there.”
“She’s only been by herself for four months,” Draco pointed out. Pansy rolled her eyes and moved to a new patch of snow to make another snow angel. Closing her eyes, she let herself relax, enjoying the sudden silence since Draco didn’t seem to be talking. She heard a slight crunching noise after a moment; the sound of someone stepping through the deep snow. She felt Draco’s presence beside her before she opened her eyes and glanced over to see him lying in the snow a few feet away. He was frowning, but Pansy could tell from flushed look of his cheeks that he’d taken what she’d said to heart.
“Not so hard, is it?” she asked, smiling gently. Draco glanced at her out of the corner of his eye as he awkwardly moved his arms and legs.
“The snow’s going to ruin my hat,” he said matter-of-factly. “The fur’s going to get all soggy and matted down.”
“That hat’s horrible anyway,” Pansy grinned, turning so that she was leaning on her elbow and looking down at Draco. “I got you a better one for Christmas.” Draco laughed and stopped moving his arms and legs and instead folded his arms behind his head.
“I guess I could try this whole ‘being a kid’ thing, as you put it,” he said slowly. “Sounds promising.”
“You should try the ‘have a fling with Potter’ part, too,” Pansy said lightly. Draco frowned.
“He’s a twat. I don’t like him.”
“Mhmm.”
“And I don’t like boys anyway.”
“Right.”
“I don’t!”
“How many times did you sleep with Harry?”
“Um…I didn’t?” Pansy raised an eyebrow at him. “Oh fine. It was just the one-…three times…” Pansy’s second eyebrow joined the first.
“Three times?” she repeated, surprised. Draco blushed.
“Well the first time rather sucked, you see…” he admitted sheepishly. Pansy continued staring at him for a few seconds, and then suddenly she was straddling Draco’s hips and covering his mouth with hers.
Draco’s eyes shot wide open and he made a surprised, protesting sound in the back of his throat. He hands flew to Pansy’s shoulders and his first thought was to shove her off.
And then his second thought was why?
He and Pansy had been friends for ages now, it seemed. She’d gone to the Yule Ball with him, though admittedly in those years she’d had a slight crush on him. And Draco had known it. But nothing had come of it and Draco had thought that Pansy had gotten over him. Since she was kissing him now, though, maybe that wasn’t the case. And really, Pansy wasn’t an unattractive girl. She may not have been the most beautiful girl in their year, but she was pretty enough. Why shouldn’t Draco try to start something with her? Or try to at least have a one-off or some such?
Quickly making up his mind, Draco instead moved his hands from Pansy’s shoulders to wrap them around the back of her neck and pull her down closer to him. His mouth opened under hers and tentatively their tongues met, sending a slight shiver down Draco’s spine. Really, this wasn’t too-
Wrong.
Draco shivered again, somewhere in the back of his mind acknowledging the fact that it wasn’t from the snow and it wasn’t because Pansy was slowly grinding against him. Ignoring this, Draco tried to deepen the kiss, intertwining their tongues and pressing Pansy’s body even closer to his own.
Wrong wrong wrong.
It wasn’t anything like kissing Harry. Hell, it wasn’t even like kissing Seamus. Pansy’s breasts were soft and squishy against his chest where Harry would have been all hard, smooth angles. Quickly shying away from the contact, Draco gently pushed Pansy’s upper body away from his and the girl moved so that she was kneeling over the blond rather than sitting on his lap.
Draco trailed his hands down Pansy’s sides, desperately trying to become lost in kissing her. His hands met the gentle swell of Pansy’s hips-
Wrong.
-and he tried pulling her back down to grind against him. For some reason it came as a shock to him when there was no firm, hard length pressing into his own groin, instead there was just that softness again-
WRONG.
-so Draco tried to get used to that instead. He pictured himself thrusting into her, penetrating her wet warmth and…and…and this wasn’t doing anything for Draco at all and he was really starting to panic so he thought back to the night Pansy had had to flash everyone and tried to imagine kneading those-…sucking her-…tried to imagine cupping her breasts with his hands-
WRONG WRONG WRONG.
-and the thought send his stomach reeling and before he realized what he had done, he’d shoved Pansy away from him with a loud gasp and began sucking in deep, calming breaths.
“Oh God,” he moaned, covering his face with his hands. “Fuck…FUCK, God damn it!”
“Draco?” Pansy asked tentatively, touching the boy lightly on the shoulder. “Draco, are you ok?” The blond reared back from her touch, holding his hands out in from of him as if to ward her off.
“Don’t. Just…don’t, Pansy,” he said miserably, eyes wide and scared looking. In fact, Pansy thought as she peered at him, he looked absolutely terrified.
“Draco, honey, what on earth is wrong? Look, I’m sorry about that, I just thought I’d…well… Well it definitely was as bad as I thought I would be. Like kissing my brother or something,” Pansy chuckled nervously. She hadn’t thought Draco would react quite like this. “Was it like that for you? It just seemed like you were kissing your sister?” Draco shook his head, still taking deep, rapid breaths.
“What, you mean like…like very uncomfortable and no passion?” he asked shakily.
“Yes! Exactly like that,” Pansy replied, grinning. Draco groaned.
“No, it was a million times worse,” he croaked. “I could even…I didn’t… There was nothing. I wasn’t even thinking it was you, I was just…I was trying, I was, I swear I was,” Draco babbled, “I kept thinking about…about sex or seeing you naked or just feeling… I…fuck, it was like…it…you’re just so…” Draco paused, released one shuddering sob of a breath, and blurted, “You’re such a girl and I hated it!” Pansy blinked as Draco drew his knees up to his chest and buried his face into them. “GRAH, FUCK! Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!”
Pansy sighed, moving closer to her friend and wrapping her arms around him from behind. Her breasts were pressing against his back, and the first irrational thought that flew through Draco’s mind was that, fuck, he didn’t even like girls hugging him because if it had been Harry behind him like that, there wouldn’t have been any sort of…of barrier between them because the smooth, flat line of Harry’s chest would have been fully pressed against Draco and he could have reveled in the comforting warmth of another body just that much closer to his own.
…
Shit.
He was fucking queer.
“Oh God!” Draco exclaimed again, eyes squeezing shut.
“Draco, it’s ok,” Pansy tried to reassure him, but the blond was having none of that.
“No, no it’s really not, Pansy,” he mumbled into his knees.
“Sweetheart, there’s nothing wrong with being gay.” Draco’s shivering slowed to a stop, and he released a long breath.
“But…but there is. There has to be! I can’t…I can’t be gay. I’m the only Malfoy heir; I have to produce another Malfoy heir to carry on the name!” Draco said desperately. “I can’t just…just up and forget my family to have a torrid affair with my father’s worst enemy!” Pansy sighed.
“Draco, I think your father might resent that you think a sixteen-year-old boy is his worst enemy,” she said dryly. “And anyway, it’s not like it’s a marriage proposal. It’d just be a little fun for the rest of the year or something.”
“Why are we talking about Potter?” Draco asked, annoyed. “He’s not even the problem. The whole point is that if I’m gay, then I won’t get married and I won’t be able to have kids and I’ll shame the whole family and when my dad gets out of Azkaban he’ll disown me and-“
“Draco,” Pansy interrupted, “You’re not going to be disowned. And it’s not like it’s a disease. You can still have kids. Maybe you can have an…an arranged marriage or something. This isn’t the end of the world.”
“Well it’s pretty damn close,” Draco muttered, shifting so that he was sitting cross-legged. He began fiddling with his robes, and Pansy sighed, finally releasing her hold on him.
“Are you ok?” she asked.
“No,” Draco retorted. He eyed Pansy suspiciously. “Did you kiss me on purpose?” he asked, eyes narrowed. Pansy smirked.
“The world may never know,” she replied innocently. Draco frowned.
“I hate you.”
“I know, darling, I love you, too.”
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Title: Starts With a Spin
Category: Harry Potter
Genre: Humor/Romance/Smut/Slash
Rating: NC-17
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 10~~
Harry was bored.
He’d done his bit of mingling already, and was now standing at the back of the room watching the rest of his classmates. There were still people out on the dance floor, which Harry was now avoiding after Lavender had dragged him onto it earlier for three songs. More people were lingering around the food tables, and there seemed to be some sort of card game going on in the back corner of the room. Harry had thought about joining, but he’d gotten pulled into a conversation with Terry Boot and now it was probably too late. So instead he was trying to find Ron but he had no clue where the boy had gone, and he was steadily not trying to seek out Malfoy’s blond head in the crowd of all his peers.
Of course, when purposefully not doing something, it is inevitable that the something will happen anyway, so suddenly he could see the Slytherin stumbling towards him out of the corner of his eye and-
Harry did a double-take.
“’Lo, Potter!” Draco said cheerfully, leaning forward and into Harry’s personal space. The green-eyed boy reared back, nearly gagging from the smell of alcohol on Draco’s breath.
“Malfoy! What- Were you drinking? Who brought alcohol?! And where’s your shirt? And-and your shoes? Hell, where’s Pansy’s bra?!” Harry asked in rapid succession, eyes growing wider as he looked over Draco’s lithe body that now only seemed to be covered in the skirt he’d been wearing all night. “Tell me you’re still wearing your underwear,” he said in a pleading tone.
Draco had the audacity to giggle at him and rested a hand on his stomach. Then a confused expression crossed his face and he looked down at the fingers he was trailing across his bare skin.
“Hey, where’s my shirt?!” he cried. Harry sighed and took the time to note how flushed the blond’s cheeks looked.
“Malfoy?” Harry said slowly.
“Potter?” Draco returned in the same tone, eyes wide.
“What have you been drinking?” Harry continued. The Slytherin bit his lip slightly and glanced towards the ceiling for awhile.
“Firewhiskey!” he suddenly declared, crossing his arms across his naked chest and looking inordinately proud of himself. Harry thought he looked rather-
Er…nothing. He thought he looked like nothing. Actually he wasn’t even thinking about how Draco looked at all. Nope!
“And where did you get it from?” Harry asked quickly, keeping his eyes on Draco’s face.
“Theodore brought it,” the other boy replied promptly. “S’why he came, I think.” Harry sighed and pursed his lips, glancing around the room to see if anyone was paying attention to Draco Malfoy gallivanting about in nothing but a skirt. It didn’t look like anyone was watching, but then again he’d made the mistake of thinking that before.
“And your clothes?” Harry asked tiredly. “Have you any idea where they got to?” Draco nodded rapidly.
“I was playing…um…something. A game. A card game!” he said, and then started tapping his chin thoughtfully. “Started with a ‘P’… Pock? Poke?”
“Poker?”
“Ah! That’s the one!” Draco exclaimed, snapping his fingers. “It was…uhh…Don? Dean? It was Dean’s idea.” Harry blinked, head tilting to the side slightly.
“Dean suggested that you play strip poker?” he repeated faintly. Draco nodded again, grinning. “And you actually agreed to play?” There was more vigorous nodding. “But…Malfoy… Poker is a Muggle game.” Draco’s face fell, and suddenly he looked as if he really might cry.
“It’s a Muggle game?” he asked in the manner of a little boy who couldn’t believe his puppy had just died.
“Er,” said Harry helpfully. Then Draco’s eyes widened drastically and he pointed at something behind Harry.
“Potteeeerrr!” he whined, before stopping abruptly. Apparently deciding that he didn’t like the way that sounded, he continued instead with, “Haaaaarryyyy! Harry, call him off! Don’t let him near me!” Confused, Harry spun around and felt Draco latch onto him from behind. Seamus was walking towards them, grinning.
“Uh, is there something wrong with Seamus?” Harry asked, puzzled
“I don’t want him hitting on me,” Draco said waspishly. “I don’t like boys.” And then he promptly wrapped his arms tightly around Harry’s waist. Harry rolled his eyes.
“Hey, Seamus,” he greeted when the Irish boy finally reached them.
“Hallo, Harry. Enjoying yourself tonight?” Seamus asked. Harry blushed, blaming it on the warmth of the body behind him, and felt Draco rest his chin on his shoulder.
“I suppose so,” Harry shrugged awkwardly. “And you?”
“It’s been grand,” Seamus said with an absent wave of his hand as he glanced off to the side for a brief second. His eyes returned to Harry, and he grinned. “I just thought I’d warn you…Harry, you’re standing under mistletoe.” Harry blinked and hadn’t even had the time to fully process that statement before he was shoved aside and Draco was in front of him, arms spread imperviously.
“YOU CAN’T KISS HIM!!” the blond all but roared, and several of their nearby classmates who had been pretending not to watch gave up and turned their full attention onto the three boys. Harry blinked again, glanced upwards, and blinked once more.
He was about ninety-nine percent sure that mistletoe hadn’t been there before.
Peering into the crowd, he quickly spotted Hermione innocently facing the opposite direction, and Harry instantly knew this was her doing. Then he noticed how many people were staring at them, and he finally realized what they were all expecting.
Harry blushed. He rested a hand gently on one of Draco’s raised arms and tried turning him around, but the blond would have none of it.
“Back away, Harry. This fiend here wants to snog with you and I WILL NOT ALLOW IT!” Draco bellowed, sending Seamus a glare that would have turned any normal person into stone. The Irish boy simply grinned.
Harry desperately wished the floor would open up and swallow him, and he vaguely wondered why the Room of Requirement wasn’t listening to his needs.
“Malfoy,” Harry said quietly, jaw clenched. The boy didn’t respond, so Harry sighed agitatedly and snapped, “Malfoy!”
“Merlin, Harry, what the hell do you want?” Draco whined, finally turning to face the Gryffindor and crossing his arms across his chest.
“Leave Seamus alone; he isn’t the one standing under the mistletoe with me, and he doesn’t want to kiss me.”
“Ah ha, on the contrary, Mr. Potter-“
“Shut up, Seamus!” Harry snapped. His fellow Gryffindor winked and mimed pulling a zipper across his mouth before stepping back into the continually growing crowd. Even the poker players had stumbled their way across the room and were leaning drunkenly against each other as they watched.
Harry sighed and gripped both of Draco’s biceps and the blond’s arms fell to his sides. The Slytherin was staring at him with furrowed eyebrows and his lips were pursed petulantly. “Seamus isn’t the one I’m supposed to kiss,” Harry clarified slowly, watching as awareness slowly dawned in Draco’s eyes.
“Are you going to kiss me?” he whispered with wide eyes. Harry nodded. “In front of all these people?” He sounded as if the idea frightened him.
“Malfoy, these people are our classmates and most of them have seen us do more than simply kiss,” Harry said dryly.
“Oh.”
“Ok?” Harry asked, smiling gently. Draco nodded, and Harry leaned forward to press a kiss softly on his lips. He’d only been preparing to give Draco a quick peck, but the blond’s hands came up and latched onto Harry and his entire body arched into the Gryffindor’s. Harry swallowed his own gasp, eyes fluttering shut, and eagerly opened his mouth to his drunken counterpart. Draco’s tongue met his and instantly Harry could taste the bitterness of the alcohol he’d been drinking earlier. The hot, sharp flavor of firewhiskey filled his mouth and sent his senses reeling.
The two boys kissed hungrily, the burn of the firewhiskey fueling their passion and sending it straight to their groins, and before he knew what he was doing, Harry had slammed Draco up against the wall so he could further devour his mouth. The blond groaned and wrapped his arms tightly around Harry’s neck, and suddenly his legs were around Harry’s waist, ankles crossed behind his back, and Harry had to quickly adjust his hold on Draco lest the other boy sent them both crashing to the floor.
“Malfoy!” he blurted, startled, before Draco’s mouth was on his again and Harry couldn’t help the way he was squashing the boy against the wall.
“Harry,” Draco murmured, brushing quick kisses against the Gryffindor’s mouth. He alternated between kisses and whispering his name, and Harry swore there were spots dancing in front of his eyes as he ran his hands along Draco’s naked skin. “…Harry…” Draco kissed his lips again. “…Harry…” His mouth moved down to the boy’s jaw. “…Harry…” Draco bent his head and gently kissed the side of Harry’s neck. “…Harry, Harry, HarryHarryHarry!” Draco groaned, lifting his head so that he was staring directly into green eyes. “God, fuck me again, Harry,” he whispered, eyes falling half-closed.
Harry couldn’t stop his own eyes from widening drastically, and he very nearly dropped Draco right then and there. “Ok…ok, Malfoy, I think we need to get you to bed,” he said shakily, slowly pulling back and dislodging Draco’s legs from his hips. The Slytherin’s eyes widened, and he again looked like he was about to cry.
“You hate me!” he accused, lower lip sticking out.
“No, but you’ll hate yourself in the morning,” Harry muttered. He wasn’t fooled into thinking no one had heard what Draco had just said. There were only a few people in the front of the crowd who looked shocked, but with all the murmuring going on, Harry was sure the word was spreading quickly. He spotted Ron, looking on nervously, standing next to a surprised looking Hermione. Harry winced slightly; he’d forgotten that he hadn’t told the girl yet.
Blaise was suddenly at Harry’s side, taking Draco’s arm and throwing it gently around his shoulder. “S’ok, Potter, we can get it from here,” he said, trying to move the blond away. “Where the hell are Crabbe and Goyle?”
“Cleaning off the tables and making sure the food doesn’t get wasted,” Pansy said dryly, also appearing out of nowhere. She was dragging a smashed looking Theodore Nott (who seemed to be missing his shirt, shoes, and one sock) with her. “Potter, clear out your drunk Gryffindors, we’ll get these two back to the dorms.”
“NO!!” Draco suddenly shouted, tearing away from Blaise and collapsing against Harry instead. “No! I want to stay with Harry, YOU CAN’T MAKE ME GO!!” Blaise rolled his eyes and gently tried pulling Draco back to him.
“Most dramatic drunk ever, I swear!” he muttered. Draco was clinging to Harry, though, and Blaise rolled his eyes in exasperation.
“Merlin, Potter, what have you done to him?” Pansy asked coolly. “He didn’t tell me you two had…” Shaking her head quickly, she continued on a different track, saying, “Well I suppose you put this room to good use, then?” Harry promptly blushed and was unable to meet her eyes.
“I’ll take him back,” he offered quietly. He could feel Pansy’s eyes on him.
“Fine,” she said shortly, lips twitching slightly. “Blaise, you take Theodore. Potter, follow them. I’m not ready to leave yet.” Glancing around the room, Pansy’s eyes landed on Hermione. “Granger!” she called, and the girl swiftly joined them. She cast a quick glance over Harry and Draco, lips quirking into a grin, before turning to Pansy.
“Yes, Pansy?”
“We need to clear the drunkards out of here. Stupid boys, honestly, do they really think the teachers aren’t going to make sure we weren’t breaking any rules up here?” Hermione nodded, pursing her lips.
“Right, I agree. I’ll have Ron get Dean out of here. And I’ll tell Justin that Zacharias and Ernie need to go too. Really now, Ernie’s a Prefect, what was he thinking? I don’t suppose there were any Ravenclaws playing?” she asked. Pansy shrugged.
“Michael Corner was there for a bit but...but Anthony Goldstein dragged him away,” Draco spoke up from where his face was buried into Harry’s shoulder. He hiccupped once, and then appeared to fall asleep right where he was standing. Harry blushed again when he saw Hermione staring at them.
“Right, well we’ll just go then,” he said quickly, dragging Draco along with him as he headed for the door. “Zabini, let’s go!” Blaise raised an eyebrow at the two girls, smirked, and then proceeded to haul Theodore out the door.
* * *
Getting the two Slytherins back to their room turned out to be much more difficult that Harry had thought it would be. Draco was snoring loudly from where his face was still resting against Harry, and the Gryffindor was trying to alternate between carrying him and dragging him down the numerous flights of stairs. Blaise wasn’t having as many problems because Theodore’s state was the complete opposite of Draco’s. The Slytherin was wide-eyed and smiling, and while Harry was pretty certain he’d never heard more than two words from the boy’s mouth in all his years at Hogwarts, Theodore was now pouring out his complete life story to his two escorts.
It was a very long trip down to the dungeons.
By the time they finally got there, Blaise had either forgotten or frankly just didn’t care that Harry was with him, and he blurted out the password so that the wall would slide open for them. When they arrived at the 6th year boys’ dormitory, Blaise wasted no time dumping Theodore onto one of the beds while Harry hovered awkwardly in the doorway.
“Alright, Theodore, time for bed!” Blaise said loudly over Theodore’s rambling. The reedy boy went silent, peering up at Blaise disbelievingly.
“Is it really?” he asked suspiciously.
“Yes, yes it is. Isn’t it, Potter?”
“Er, yes, it’s definitely time for bed!” Harry agreed. Theodore’s eyes narrowed briefly, and then he nodded and collapsed backwards onto the bed.
“Ok then,” he mumbled, pulling halfheartedly at the covers. Blaise bent down to pull off the boy’s shoes and tossed them aside. After making sure his friend was tucked in and nearly asleep, he pulled the bed curtains closed and exhaled loudly.
“Finally,” he muttered, turning to face Harry. “Oh, sorry. Draco’s bed is the one on the far wall over there,” he said, with a wave of his hand. “Just dump him on it and we can go back.”
“You’re actually going to climb back up all those stairs?” Harry asked, pulling Draco over to his bed. Blaise shrugged, following at a distance.
“Mmmmm, Harry…” Draco groaned as soon as he left Harry’s arms and was lying on the bed. His eyes shot open, and Harry had to stifle his own groan of annoyance.
“Go back to sleep, Malfoy,” he said softly instead. The blond’s eyes widened as he stared at Harry.
“You…you’re not leaving me, are you?” he asked.
“Bed, Draco. You’re drunk as shit and Potter and I are going back to the party,” Blaise said over Harry’s shoulder.
“But…but…but,” Draco kept saying, looking around desperately. Harry turned to leave, but Draco grabbed his wrist and held on tight. “You can’t go, Harry!” Harry sighed.
“You can go back, Blaise. I’ll stay until he falls back to sleep again,” the Gryffindor offered. “It shouldn’t be too long…” he muttered. Blaise shrugged again, smirking a little.
“Right then. Nighty night, Potter!” he called as he exited the room. The door closed behind him.
“Are we alone now?” Draco whispered. Harry sighed again.
“Do you want to get into more comfortable clothes?” he asked, ignoring Draco’s question. The blond seemed to consider this, and then shook his head. “Well get under the covers then. It’s time to sleep.”
“Will you sleep with me?” Harry went still abruptly. This was the second time tonight Draco had asked him something like that, and while he knew that the Slytherin was drunk out of his mind, he still found it odd that he kept bringing it up. “Harry!”
“What? Oh, sorry,” Harry apologized sheepishly when he saw Draco glaring petulantly at him for ignoring him.
“I asked if you would sleep with me,” Draco reminded him. His lower lip started trembling as his eyes widened. “You hate me. You won’t even come near me!” he accused, and Harry immediately acquiesced.
“No! No no no, Malfoy, I don’t. I don’t hate you,” he assured, sitting down on the bed. He absently kicked off his shoes as he spoke, belatedly realizing that his 16-year-old brain had taken the phrase ‘sleep with me’ and instantly thought of it in sexual terms. Harry blushed slightly, wanting to kick himself. Draco eyed him for a moment, and then nodded once.
“Good,” he said, slipping underneath his covers. Harry reluctantly did the same, lying unnaturally still next to the other boy. Draco was going to kill him in the morning… “Harry?” The Gryffindor shivered as Draco’s warm breath caressed his ear and he felt the blond hug one of his arms.
“Yeah?” Harry breathed, staring up at the dark canopy.
“…You forgot to close the curtains,” Draco said sleepily. Harry blinked, and detached himself from the blond so he could sit up and close them. He felt Draco squirming and shifting around beside him, and when he looked down he saw that the other boy was holding Pansy’s underwear between his fingers as if it was a piece of trash.
Harry swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry, and tried to breathe steadily.
“Do you mind?” Draco asked obliviously, tossing the panties off to the side. “They were really tight and annoying.” Harry shook his head quickly, lying back down again.
“S’fine,” he mumbled. Draco peered down at him and Harry removed his glasses so that his hands had something to do rather than fiddling with the blankets. He’d just placed them on them on the night stand when Draco’s mouth was suddenly on his, and despite his best inhibitions, Harry was instantly kissing him back.
Draco broke away, sighing deeply, and curled himself around Harry’s body. Harry awkwardly wrapped an arm around the boy’s waist, and Draco was snoring lightly in less than a minute, using Harry’s chest as a pillow.
Harry sighed, absently tracing patterns across the skin of Draco’s back, and he fought very hard to ignore the blond’s half-hard member pressing against his hip.
“You are so going to hate yourself in the morning, Draco,” he whispered, and then he shut his eyes and slowly drifted off to sleep.
* * *
Awareness came to Draco slowly the next morning. He knew he’d woken up before he actually opened his eyes, but his bed was so comfortable that he had no intention of getting up. Groaning quietly, he opened his eyes slightly and peered blearily at his bed curtains. His felt like he’d slept with cotton in his mouth and his stomach was doing queasy flip flops.
So not the way he wanted to be waking up.
Yawning, Draco stretched out his legs and then his arms, belatedly noticing his didn’t have a top on. “Why am I not wearing a shirt?” he mumbled to himself. A soft grunt answered him, and suddenly Draco was wide awake. He sat up quickly and turned to stare in shock down at the lump under the covers beside him. He was still staring when the lump rolled onto its back and revealed that it had Harry Potter’s face. Green eyes opened slowly, blinking several times, and Harry yawned, covering his mouth with a hand. Then he sighed deeply, opened his eyes fully, and caught site of Draco’s shocked gaze.
“Oh,” he said abruptly, dropping his hand back down to the bed.
“Potter?” Draco croaked in disbelief. Harry looked sheepish. “Oh God,” Draco turned away, eyes still wide. Harry idly folded his arms behind his head, watching as Draco ran a nervous hand down his bare chest and swallowed thickly. “I swear to God, Potter, I had better still be wearing my pants,” Draco said dangerously, not looking at the Gryffindor.
“You’re not,” Harry replied in slight amusement. Draco made an alarmed sound in the back of his throat and rolled out of the bed. He landed on his knees beside it, the curtain falling around him, and looking as if he was trying to hide from Harry. Then he glanced down, startled.
“Why the hell am I wearing a skirt?” he asked in obvious confusion. Harry chuckled.
“It’s Pansy’s,” he answered. “Don’t you remember?” Draco blinked.
“Oh.” Then his eyes widened in understanding. “Ooohh!”
“Remember?”
“Yeah…yeah, I remember that part now,” Draco said slowly, sitting back on the bed beside Harry, who had also sat up and was leaning back against the headboard. “…So…where are the rest of my clothes?” Harry grinned, looking down at the blanket that he was fiddling with.
“Well you were in such a state of helplessness that I offered to bring you back to your dorm where I then proceeded to ravage you until all your dorm mates returned in the early hours of the morning. You quite enjoyed it, don’t worry.”
There were a few seconds of absolute silence, and when Harry finally looked up he saw the shell-shocked look on Draco’s face.
“I am kidding, I hope you know.” Draco looked at him doubtfully. “Um, hello? Gryffindor, remember?” Harry said, raising his eyebrows and pointing at himself. Draco remained silent, so Harry sighed and explained, “You were playing strip poker with some other guys. Um, actually, come to think of it I don’t know why you were playing strip poker with a bunch of guys…”
“Theodore didn’t want to share all of his alcohol,” Draco said slowly, as bits and pieces started coming back to him. “We didn’t start the stripping part until we were pretty tipsy.” Draco shifted, meeting Harry’s eyes briefly before his gaze flew to his lap. “I’m not wearing my underwear,” he said in a sort of shocked voice. “Oh God.”
“Oh, no, you took that off once you got back here.” Draco slowly looked at Harry again, eyes wide. Harry blinked, and then paled slightly. “Nonononono,” he said rapidly, waving his hands around aimlessly. “No, I mean, you thought they were uncomfortable so you shucked them off before you fell asleep.”
“And you just slept next to me while I was practically naked?” Draco asked, eyes narrowing. “Why the hell are you even in my bed, Potter?!” he demanded.
“Well you wouldn’t let me leave, Malfoy,” Harry snapped back.
“So?!” Draco retorted loudly. “You could have left after I was asleep again!”
“You were draped all over me so I would have had to move you and you would have woken up again!”
“Potter, I’m pretty sure you could have found a way to leave if you had really wanted to.” Draco crossed his arms sullenly. “Now everyone will know you’re here and what am I supposed to say to them?” Harry looked uncomfortable suddenly, and Draco blinked. “What?” he asked quickly. “What? What is it? What’s wrong, what happened?”
“Well…” Harry started to say, scratching the back of his head. “Well…you were very drunk, you know…”
“What. Happened?”
“Um…” Harry sighed. “Ok, last night I was standing off to the side of the room and you kind of stumbled your way over to me… And, well, there was suddenly mistletoe above me…I think Hermione put it there. Anyway, so I kissed you-”
“WHAT?” Draco snapped, eyes wide with horror. “Why?”
“Well because everyone was watching-“ Harry tried to explain.
“Why was everyone watching?!” Draco screeched.
“Because- Oh, fuck it, Malfoy. They just were. And so I kissed you and then you started really snogging me-“
“I did not!”
“Do you want to hear the rest of this or not?” Harry asked agitatedly.
“You mean there’s more?”
“Um, yes. And it gets worse.”
“Oh God.”
“Malfoy, do you know how many times you’ve said that this morning?” Draco narrowed his eyes, so Harry quickly plowed on. “Right, never mind. So I was, um, kissing you. A lot. And…” Harry blushed, looking away from Draco and twiddling his thumbs. “And I kind of…slammed you up again the wall, a-and you wrapped your…legs around my waist-“ Draco groaned and buried his face in his hands. Harry absently watched as his ears turn pink. “-and I kind of forgot that everyone else was even there, until you broke away and…and…andyousaidGodfuckmeagainHarry,” he finished rapidly. “And everyone heard.” Draco lifted his head and stared at Harry in shock.
“You’re lying,” he said abruptly. Harry shook his head slowly.
“Malfoy, I’m not.”
“Yes you are,” Draco insisted, shaking his head. He eyes looked a bit wild. “I didn’t-…I wouldn’t-…Potter, I didn’t…I didn’t like it that much, why would I say something like that? That I’d want you to…to do it again. That’s just gross!” He paused for a second, and then continued, “And I wouldn’t call you ‘Harry’ either.”
Harry sighed, leaning forward to rest his chin on his hands. “I’d do it again,” he admitted quietly.
“Yeah, I bet you would,” Draco snapped, crossing his arms.
“No, I mean I would…bottom again…” Harry said. Draco blinked.
“You would?” he asked, wrinkling his nose slightly. Harry nodded.
“And so would you,” he added as an afterthought.
“I wouldn’t!” Draco insisted. Harry rolled his eyes. “You’re the bloody queer here, Potter, not me!”
“Oh, so now I’m allowed to be queer?” Harry asked, amused.
“I…well… I’m not your keeper, if you want to be gay then fuck all and be gay!” Draco answered, shifting nervously and blushing a little. Harry grinned and leaned over towards him.
“I’m gay, Malfoy,” Harry whispered into the blond’s ear. Draco shivered slightly. “Wanna fuck me?”
“No,” Draco answered instantly. Harry grinned and kissed the side of Draco’s jaw, just below his ear.
“Are you sure?” he asked. Draco nodded and Harry pressed another kiss against his neck. “What’s wrong? You won’t fuck me because I’m gay?” Harry murmured, sucking lightly on the boy’s collar. Draco groaned.
“God damn it, I hate you,” he moaned, turning to catch Harry’s mouth with his own. Harry rolled onto his back, pulling Draco on top of him and the blond straddled Harry’s waist. “You don’t have the lube with you,” Draco pointed out as he ran his hands beneath Harry’s shirt.
“Yeah well…” Harry ignored that and lifted his arms above his head. Draco was just starting to take the boy’s shirt off when the bed curtains were suddenly flung open and the two of them froze. Blaise was glowering down at them, and on the bed behind him they could see Crabbe, Goyle, and Theodore sitting and watching eagerly.
“Potter, I’m still drunk and hallucinating, right?” Draco asked quietly.
“Er…” Harry answered helpfully.
“You know, I can stand to listen to the arguing, and maybe even some of the kissing,” Blaise spoke up, “but I draw the line at shagging.”
“We weren’t shagging,” Draco said quickly.
“Well you were going to,” Blaise said, rolling his eyes.
“No we weren’t.”
“Weren’t you?” Blaise asked, looking at Harry.
“Yeah, we really were,” he replied, shrugging.
“No we weren’t!” Draco insisted. “We’ve never even shagged before this.”
“Shut up, Malfoy,” said Harry and Blaise at the same time. Draco looked highly affronted.
“Merlin, Draco, put some clothes on,” Blaise groaned, turning away and letting the curtains fall shut. “The train leaves in two hours. Potter, get back to your own dorm, and Draco, you packed yesterday, right? Because you and Pansy still have Prefect shit to do.” Draco and Harry eyed each other awkwardly, and after a moment the blond finally climbed off.
“Yeah, you’ll want to put some underwear on before you go anywhere,” Harry said, eying Draco’s erect cock that was extremely easy to see through the thin material of the skirt he still had on.
Draco’s cheeks went pink and his eyes narrowed dangerously.
* * *
“Harry!” Hermione exclaimed when the boy finally climbed through the portrait to the Gryffindor common room. “It’s about time you got back. I’ve got a bone to pick with you, mister- Harry, what happened to your eye?!” Harry grinned sheepishly.
“Um, Malfoy punched me,” he said, and Hermione sighed before casting a quick healing charm. “Thanks.”
“So, don’t you think you have something to tell me, Harry?” Hermione asked pointedly.
“Oh,” Harry blushed. “Yeah. Hermione… I’m gay.” There were a few seconds pause as his friend blinked several times.
“Well I’m glad you can admit it, but that’s not what I’m referring to,” she finally said. “Ron already told me you thought you might be.” Harry’s eyebrows rose.
“Did he now?”
“Yes. But I thought you might like to tell me something about Malfoy. Something that he said last night…?”
“Oh that,” Harry said, glancing away. “Um…yeah, it was true.” Hermione squealed excitedly.
“So are you two a couple now?” she asked, smiling brightly.
“Of course not!” Harry exclaimed. Hermione frowned slightly.
“Well why not?”
“Just…it’s complicated,” Harry said, waving her off. “Aren’t you supposed to be off doing Prefect things?”
“Ron’s taking care of that.”
“Oh. Well, I’m going to go make sure I have all my stuff together. Are you visiting the Weasleys at all over break?”
“Yes, I’ll be there for New Years, so I’ll see you then,” Hermione told him.
“Brilliant,” Harry grinned.
* * *
Later, as the Gryffindor trio was dragging their luggage down to the carriages, Harry caught site of Draco walking with Pansy, Crabbe and Goyle trailing behind them and hauling all of their trunks. Ron noticed him staring and grinned slightly, jabbing Hermione in the side with his elbow and gesturing toward Harry with a nod of his head. Hermione grinned as well.
“You should go say goodbye to him,” she said softly, and Harry whipped around to stare at her.
“Who?” he asked lamely, though the sudden color in his cheeks gave away that he knew he’d been caught. Hermione looked at him flatly, and when Harry shifted his gaze to Ron, he was given the same look. “No, you guys…” Harry said pleadingly. “It’s not like that. Really, I… Malfoy doesn’t think of me like that. And I don’t…um…we’re not-“
“Harry,” Hermione interrupted. “You’d just be saying goodbye to a…to a friend.” Ron snorted and Harry rolled his eyes.
“We’re not friends. He said so himself,” Harry murmured.
“And when did he say that?” Hermione asked curiously.
“Oh, before the first time we had sex,” Harry said absently with a wave of his hand. He was staring at Draco again as they neared the thestral drawn carriages. Ron and Hermione both paused and Harry walked a few feet beyond them before realizing they weren’t with him. “What?” he asked, turning to face his friends.
“Mate, exactly how many times have you and Malfoy buggered?” Ron asked. Harry cringed slightly and blushed, slowly holding up three fingers. “Three-?! Are you serious, three times?” Ron spluttered.
“Look, I’ll tell you all about it on the train, ok?” Harry said, turning away and walking again. Hermione chuckled as she looked at his red ears.
When they arrived at the train station, somehow Harry managed to spot Draco in the crowd right away. The green-eyed boy paused, leaning against a wall and shoving his hands into his pockets. Hermione stepped up beside him, Ron behind her.
“How long is break?” Harry asked.
“Three weeks,” Hermione replied. Draco was talking with Pansy and getting ready to climb onto the train. Harry sighed.
“Bollocks,” he mumbled, and then took off towards the blond. “Malfoy!” he called, darting through a crowd of Hufflepuffs. “Malfoy, hold on, wait a second!” Pansy and Draco paused and turned around as Harry came up behind them. “Malfoy, I need to talk to you,” he panted, hands clenched into fists at his sides. “Hey, Pansy,” he greeted offhandedly.
“Potter,” Pansy smirked. Draco sneered at Harry.
“Would you stop that?!” said both Harry and Pansy in exasperated tones. Draco blinked and pursed his lips.
“What do you want, Potter?” he asked coolly.
“To talk to you,” Harry replied.
“So talk.”
“In private, Malfoy?” Harry rolled his eyes, reaching forward to grab Draco’s wrist. He began to drag him away from the train, but Draco was resisting.
“Potter, what the hell are you trying to pull?” he hissed. “Pansy is right there-”
“Pansy knows we’ve fucked, Malfoy,” Harry said loudly, and several first years nearby gasped and dropped their bags. “It was practically her idea, after all.” Draco’s eyes slid shut in embarrassment and Harry was able to haul him away from the crowds of students. Pansy grinned after them, and turned to talk to Padma Patil who’d just stepped up to get onto the train.
“Alright, you got me away from everyone and made a right scene while doing it,” Draco groused as he and Harry walked around a corner to find a secluded area. “Now what the bloody hell do you want?” Harry stopped walking and Draco leaned back against the wall behind them.
“I wanted to make sure you were aware of a few things,” Harry said carefully, shifting nervously from foot to foot.
“Well hurry up, the train leaves in five minutes,” Draco snapped. Harry sighed.
“Right,” he said, turning to fully face the Slytherin. He stepped closer to him, and Draco’s eyes widened when Harry leaned forward and braced himself against the wall, one hand on either side of Draco’s head. “First thing… I don’t hate you anymore,” Harry said slowly, meeting Draco’s gaze. The blond opened his mouth to speak, but Harry plowed forward, ignoring him. “Second thing. I…I’ve decided that I’m definitely gay.” Draco’s nose wrinkled in disgust.
“Well I’m definitely not,” he said shakily as Harry leaned even closer. “I like girls.”
“You’ve never done anything with a girl,” Harry pointed out.
“Exactly! I’m sure I’ll like it a lot better!”
“Better? Oh, so you admit to liking what you’ve done with me, then?” Harry smirked. Draco’s eyes shifted off to the side.
“I admit nothing,” he said haughtily, chin rising slightly. “Besides, you might like being with a girl better, too. You’ve never even looked at another boy besides me.” Harry shook his head, grinning a little.
“I loved kissing Seamus. Don’t tell me you didn’t.” Draco opened his mouth to object, but Harry ignored him and quickly continued, “I hated kissing Cho and Hermione.”
“Well those two weren’t exactly the best of choices for you, now were they? Failed crush and your best friend.”
“Malfoy. I’m gay. That shouldn’t be your problem, it should be mine. So stop fretting about it!” Harry exclaimed in amusement. Draco frowned.
“You’re running out of time, Potter,” he said snidely. “I don’t blame you for putting off having to stay with the Weasels for three whole weeks, but really, you need to just accept it so we can get on the train and go.”
“I have one more thing to tell you,” Harry said, frowning but ignoring the cut at the Weasleys.
“Well get on with it!”
“Alright!” Harry huffed. He took a deep breath. “Third thing…the third thing is that…” Harry closed the remaining distance between him and Draco, meeting his wide stare and brushing his lips against the other boy’s with each word he said. “I’m really…going to miss you over break.” Draco’s mouth opened in surprise, and Harry quickly claimed his lips and took advantage of his shock by sweeping his tongue into the other boy’s mouth.
Draco’s breath hitched and he groaned, arms involuntarily wrapping themselves around Harry’s neck. The Gryffindor leaned into him, hands still braced on the wall beside his head, and both boy’s tongues met eagerly. Harry knew he could have stayed like that forever, just holding Draco’s body against his own, but he heard the train whistle sound and abruptly he broke away from the blond. Both boys were breathing heavily.
“Have a good break…Draco,” Harry whispered, and after pressing a last chaste kiss on the stunned boy’s lips, Harry turned and ran for the train.
* * *
“I think Potter has a crush on me,” Draco declared to Pansy several days into break. Christmas hadn’t yet passed, and Pansy was spending the day at the Malfoy Manor while their mothers chatted inside. The two Slytherin Prefects were strolling through the Malfoy grounds in the early afternoon. Well, not exactly strolling, per se, as they were nearly knee deep in snow, so trudging would really have been a better way to put it.
“Really now?” Pansy replied, grinning slightly. “What a surprise.”
“I blame it entirely on you, of course,” Draco continued, an unhappy look on his face. He’d been like this nearly all day.
“Is it such a problem? I’d find it kind of flattering, really.”
“Of course it’s a problem, Pansy. He’s gay,” Draco spat. “He’s the boy-who-lived-to-not-continue-the-Potter-name-because-he-only-fucks-boys.”
“Maybe he has a long lost brother,” Pansy said in a bored manner.
“Oh he would, just to spite me,” Draco groused. Pansy rolled her eyes and threw herself backwards into the snow. Draco spun around to look at her. “Did you fall?” he asked curiously.
“On purpose, yes,” Pansy answered, throwing out her arms and spreading her legs. Draco watched as she continually did this: opening and closing her legs and dragging her arms down to her sides before pushing them up again.
“Alright, I give. What the hell are you doing?” Draco asked.
“I’m making a snow angel, obviously,” Pansy retorted, continuing with her movements.
“Whatever are you doing that for?”
“Because I like to,” Pansy snapped. “I used to do it with my father when I was little.”
“Well stop. It’s embarrassing,” Draco muttered.
“No one’s here but you.”
“What are you, five? Only kids make snow angels.” Draco rolled his eyes and crossed his arms so that he had an excuse to shove his hands into his armpits. It was bloody cold out.
“Draco, we are kids,” Pansy said in an exasperated tone. Her friend actually had the audacity to chuckle at that.
“Right, good one, Pansy. I don’t think I’ve been a kid since I was nine...”
“God damn it, Draco!” Pansy cursed, flinging a handful of snow at the boy as she sat up. “Fucking hell, we’re sixteen years old! WE. ARE. STILL. KIDS!!” she yelled. Draco blinked at her outburst, absently brushing the snow she’d hit him with off his robes. “I’m tired of it, Draco. I’m so. Fucking. Tired. I’m tired of Death Eaters, I’m tired of muggleborns and half-bloods and purebloods. I’m tired of the fucking Dark Lord and his insane plans that get our parents thrown into Azkaban. I’m tired of all this petty taunting and fighting between eleven-year-olds just because they’re in different houses-”
“There’s nothing wrong with a little rivalry, Pans-”
“I’m not talking about RIVALRIES, Draco, I’m talking about the outright fights between children who have no thought of their own inside their head. You like to ignore it, I know, but do you know how many brawls I’ve had to break up this year? It isn’t just you and Potter, you know. Stick nearly any Gryffindor with nearly any Slytherin and they’re at each other like cats and dogs. It’s pathetic.”
“So? What does that have to do with anything,” Draco asked angrily. “Gryffindors are a bunch of-”
“Merlin, shut up!” Pansy exclaimed. “God, I just want be a normal teenager sometimes. Normal in a world where an evil raging lunatic didn’t try to kill a one-year-old baby, fail, and then fail the next ten times he tried to do it again.”
“I agree. If Potter had just died the first time we wouldn’t have to deal with any of this mess-”
“For God’s sake, Draco! It isn’t Harry’s fault!”
“Harry?” Draco repeated incredulously, nose wrinkling.
“Yes, Harry. That is his name, after all. And he wasn’t the one who started all this shit. Fuck, Draco…just…oh, forget it,” Pansy said tiredly, collapsing back into the snow again. “Just let me be a normal kid for a second, would you? If I want to make a fucking snow angel then I’m going to make a fucking snow angel! You should try it sometime, this whole ‘being a kid’ thing,” she said, peering up at the blond. “Because at the rate you’re going, you’ll be an old man by the time we’ve graduated Hogwarts.”
“I think you’re acting childish and immature,” Draco muttered.
“Good! Because you know what? I should be!” Pansy shouted. “Sixteen, Draco. That’s how old we are. We’re still in school, we haven’t taken our N.E.W.T.s, we’re not of age…bloody hell, we can’t even do magic outside of Hogwarts!” Draco frowned at that, looking petulant. “So just…slow down and enjoy life for awhile, would you? Have a fling with Potter, make snow angels, enjoy being young while you can!”
“I can’t do that, Pansy,” Draco snapped, glaring down at her. “As long as my father’s in jail I have to be the man of the house-“
“Oh, for the love of Merlin,” Pansy said agitatedly, covering her face with her hands. “You’re not even home nine months out of the year. I’m sure your mother gets on just fine when you’re not there.”
“She’s only been by herself for four months,” Draco pointed out. Pansy rolled her eyes and moved to a new patch of snow to make another snow angel. Closing her eyes, she let herself relax, enjoying the sudden silence since Draco didn’t seem to be talking. She heard a slight crunching noise after a moment; the sound of someone stepping through the deep snow. She felt Draco’s presence beside her before she opened her eyes and glanced over to see him lying in the snow a few feet away. He was frowning, but Pansy could tell from flushed look of his cheeks that he’d taken what she’d said to heart.
“Not so hard, is it?” she asked, smiling gently. Draco glanced at her out of the corner of his eye as he awkwardly moved his arms and legs.
“The snow’s going to ruin my hat,” he said matter-of-factly. “The fur’s going to get all soggy and matted down.”
“That hat’s horrible anyway,” Pansy grinned, turning so that she was leaning on her elbow and looking down at Draco. “I got you a better one for Christmas.” Draco laughed and stopped moving his arms and legs and instead folded his arms behind his head.
“I guess I could try this whole ‘being a kid’ thing, as you put it,” he said slowly. “Sounds promising.”
“You should try the ‘have a fling with Potter’ part, too,” Pansy said lightly. Draco frowned.
“He’s a twat. I don’t like him.”
“Mhmm.”
“And I don’t like boys anyway.”
“Right.”
“I don’t!”
“How many times did you sleep with Harry?”
“Um…I didn’t?” Pansy raised an eyebrow at him. “Oh fine. It was just the one-…three times…” Pansy’s second eyebrow joined the first.
“Three times?” she repeated, surprised. Draco blushed.
“Well the first time rather sucked, you see…” he admitted sheepishly. Pansy continued staring at him for a few seconds, and then suddenly she was straddling Draco’s hips and covering his mouth with hers.
Draco’s eyes shot wide open and he made a surprised, protesting sound in the back of his throat. He hands flew to Pansy’s shoulders and his first thought was to shove her off.
And then his second thought was why?
He and Pansy had been friends for ages now, it seemed. She’d gone to the Yule Ball with him, though admittedly in those years she’d had a slight crush on him. And Draco had known it. But nothing had come of it and Draco had thought that Pansy had gotten over him. Since she was kissing him now, though, maybe that wasn’t the case. And really, Pansy wasn’t an unattractive girl. She may not have been the most beautiful girl in their year, but she was pretty enough. Why shouldn’t Draco try to start something with her? Or try to at least have a one-off or some such?
Quickly making up his mind, Draco instead moved his hands from Pansy’s shoulders to wrap them around the back of her neck and pull her down closer to him. His mouth opened under hers and tentatively their tongues met, sending a slight shiver down Draco’s spine. Really, this wasn’t too-
Wrong.
Draco shivered again, somewhere in the back of his mind acknowledging the fact that it wasn’t from the snow and it wasn’t because Pansy was slowly grinding against him. Ignoring this, Draco tried to deepen the kiss, intertwining their tongues and pressing Pansy’s body even closer to his own.
Wrong wrong wrong.
It wasn’t anything like kissing Harry. Hell, it wasn’t even like kissing Seamus. Pansy’s breasts were soft and squishy against his chest where Harry would have been all hard, smooth angles. Quickly shying away from the contact, Draco gently pushed Pansy’s upper body away from his and the girl moved so that she was kneeling over the blond rather than sitting on his lap.
Draco trailed his hands down Pansy’s sides, desperately trying to become lost in kissing her. His hands met the gentle swell of Pansy’s hips-
Wrong.
-and he tried pulling her back down to grind against him. For some reason it came as a shock to him when there was no firm, hard length pressing into his own groin, instead there was just that softness again-
WRONG.
-so Draco tried to get used to that instead. He pictured himself thrusting into her, penetrating her wet warmth and…and…and this wasn’t doing anything for Draco at all and he was really starting to panic so he thought back to the night Pansy had had to flash everyone and tried to imagine kneading those-…sucking her-…tried to imagine cupping her breasts with his hands-
WRONG WRONG WRONG.
-and the thought send his stomach reeling and before he realized what he had done, he’d shoved Pansy away from him with a loud gasp and began sucking in deep, calming breaths.
“Oh God,” he moaned, covering his face with his hands. “Fuck…FUCK, God damn it!”
“Draco?” Pansy asked tentatively, touching the boy lightly on the shoulder. “Draco, are you ok?” The blond reared back from her touch, holding his hands out in from of him as if to ward her off.
“Don’t. Just…don’t, Pansy,” he said miserably, eyes wide and scared looking. In fact, Pansy thought as she peered at him, he looked absolutely terrified.
“Draco, honey, what on earth is wrong? Look, I’m sorry about that, I just thought I’d…well… Well it definitely was as bad as I thought I would be. Like kissing my brother or something,” Pansy chuckled nervously. She hadn’t thought Draco would react quite like this. “Was it like that for you? It just seemed like you were kissing your sister?” Draco shook his head, still taking deep, rapid breaths.
“What, you mean like…like very uncomfortable and no passion?” he asked shakily.
“Yes! Exactly like that,” Pansy replied, grinning. Draco groaned.
“No, it was a million times worse,” he croaked. “I could even…I didn’t… There was nothing. I wasn’t even thinking it was you, I was just…I was trying, I was, I swear I was,” Draco babbled, “I kept thinking about…about sex or seeing you naked or just feeling… I…fuck, it was like…it…you’re just so…” Draco paused, released one shuddering sob of a breath, and blurted, “You’re such a girl and I hated it!” Pansy blinked as Draco drew his knees up to his chest and buried his face into them. “GRAH, FUCK! Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!”
Pansy sighed, moving closer to her friend and wrapping her arms around him from behind. Her breasts were pressing against his back, and the first irrational thought that flew through Draco’s mind was that, fuck, he didn’t even like girls hugging him because if it had been Harry behind him like that, there wouldn’t have been any sort of…of barrier between them because the smooth, flat line of Harry’s chest would have been fully pressed against Draco and he could have reveled in the comforting warmth of another body just that much closer to his own.
…
Shit.
He was fucking queer.
“Oh God!” Draco exclaimed again, eyes squeezing shut.
“Draco, it’s ok,” Pansy tried to reassure him, but the blond was having none of that.
“No, no it’s really not, Pansy,” he mumbled into his knees.
“Sweetheart, there’s nothing wrong with being gay.” Draco’s shivering slowed to a stop, and he released a long breath.
“But…but there is. There has to be! I can’t…I can’t be gay. I’m the only Malfoy heir; I have to produce another Malfoy heir to carry on the name!” Draco said desperately. “I can’t just…just up and forget my family to have a torrid affair with my father’s worst enemy!” Pansy sighed.
“Draco, I think your father might resent that you think a sixteen-year-old boy is his worst enemy,” she said dryly. “And anyway, it’s not like it’s a marriage proposal. It’d just be a little fun for the rest of the year or something.”
“Why are we talking about Potter?” Draco asked, annoyed. “He’s not even the problem. The whole point is that if I’m gay, then I won’t get married and I won’t be able to have kids and I’ll shame the whole family and when my dad gets out of Azkaban he’ll disown me and-“
“Draco,” Pansy interrupted, “You’re not going to be disowned. And it’s not like it’s a disease. You can still have kids. Maybe you can have an…an arranged marriage or something. This isn’t the end of the world.”
“Well it’s pretty damn close,” Draco muttered, shifting so that he was sitting cross-legged. He began fiddling with his robes, and Pansy sighed, finally releasing her hold on him.
“Are you ok?” she asked.
“No,” Draco retorted. He eyed Pansy suspiciously. “Did you kiss me on purpose?” he asked, eyes narrowed. Pansy smirked.
“The world may never know,” she replied innocently. Draco frowned.
“I hate you.”
“I know, darling, I love you, too.”
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Yay, Draco’s finally, finally had his little epiphany! Such a shock, I know. You all really thought he was gonna stay straight for the whole fic.
Anyway, sorry again for the wait! I’d say it won’t happen again, but…well, I’m really not very good at making my own deadlines. So I’ll just say that I’ll try my best to get the next chapter out in a decent amount of time. Thanks for reading! Feedback is very much appreciated!
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