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scheherezhad, straypenstrokes, red_moon_rising and thanks to ladyvader for giving my nonexistent confidence a boost. Finally, this is dedicated to blood_wrangler, as she gave me the Point Chart to work off of. <3333
I attempted to make it NC-17, but with my luck it just got hard R. ^^;;
Harry had been in the middle of writing Sirius a letter he was most likely never going to send when it started. Ron made a crack about Hermione doing too much homework; Hermione mentioned absently that she was writing Viktor, as she had already finished all of her homework; Ron flushed, and all hell broke loose.
By the time Harry rolled his parchment up, Hermione was accusing Ron of not doing enough with his prefect status, and Ron was telling her that although she had had several brilliant ideas, spew was not one of them.
As Harry was moving out of the portrait hole, Hermione was reciting that it wasn't spew, it was S.P.E.W., and Ron was saying even Percy would break into hysterical laughter at the thought of house elves being freed en masse.
The portrait clanged shut behind him, and the sudden silence made him breathe in relief. "They're fighting again, aren't they?" the Fat Lady tittered in amusement. Harry nodded in irritation and started down the hall, intending to go to the library for some peace and quiet. With Umbridge on the rampage, very few students were in the corridors, and the echo of his footsteps as he walked was distinctly eerie.
"Well, look who's finally come out of the lion's den."
Harry stopped with a sigh, rolling his eyes at the boy in front of him. "Tell me, Malfoy, do you stalk every brunet at Hogwarts, or am I just really unlucky?"
Draco sneered, leaning against the wall and crossing his arms. "Everyone knows how unlucky you are, Scarhead."
"Obviously, since I have a Slytherin who just won't leave me alone. Woe is me," Harry retorted, and Draco scowled.
"Five points from Gryffindor for disrespecting a prefect," Draco stated haughtily. "And ten more points because you dared to utter the name of my House."
Harry narrowed his eyes and stepped toward Draco. "Just because you work on that stupid Inquisawhat'sit Squad for that ugly toad Umbridge doesn't mean you can push me around, Malfoy."
Draco grinned slyly, pushing away from the wall. "Ten points from Gryffindor for calling the Inquisitorial Squad stupid, and another ten for saying rude things about Headmistress Umbridge. You really should watch your mouth, Potty. You never know what kind of trouble it could get you into."
Harry shoved Draco back against the wall, hands tightening into angry fists. "Leave me alone, Malfoy. I don't care what kind of authority Umbridge's given you, but it's wrong, you're stupid, and if you don't leave me alone, I'm going to beat you again."
Draco straightened his shoulders and glowered. "Fifteen points from Gryffindor for insulting me again, fifteen points for disrespecting Headmistress Umbridge again, twenty points for threatening me, and you know, five points because you're really starting to annoy me, Potter."
"I'm starting to annoy you??" Harry sputtered in amazement.
"Yes, you are. And you're doing a very bad job at even that, Potty. I'm disappointed in you,” Draco retorted. Something inside Harry's brain bent at that comment, and he pushed Draco again, barely registering Draco's hands scrabbling ineffectually at his shoulders and arms as Harry started flailing away with his fists.
Draco stumbled against the wall, his hands twisted in Harry's robes, when he fell backward with a sudden cry, the wall morphing around them. The two boys tumbled to the floor, rolling about and kicking each other angrily. Hands scrabbled for handfuls of hair, and Harry grunted as Draco landed a blow on his jaw that sent his glasses flying. He made a sound deep in his throat and grabbed at Draco's collar, shaking him like a rag doll. Draco scratched at Harry's shoulders, squirming indignantly and trying to shake Harry's hands off. Harry jerked the other boy closer, throwing the blond off balance. He fell back with a soft 'oomph' and Harry clambered on top of him, straddling his hips as he wrapped his hands around his neck. Draco gave one sudden, hard shove, and Harry slipped, and--
And Harry hoped to God that the hard ridge against his thigh wasn't what he thought it was.
Harry scrambled away from Draco and plastered himself against the wall, eyes wide as he stared at the other boy. "Y-you were enjoying that, Malfoy!" Harry stuttered. Draco sat up and smoothed down his ruffled hair, a spot of color burning high on each cheek.
"Was not," Draco insisted as he stood up and brushed off his robes.
"You--you!" Harry made a vague gesture toward Draco. Draco ignored him, shaking his head as he stalked about the room curiously. Harry took advantage of Draco's preoccupation to push frantically against the wall. Hogwarts, please please let me out! Harry begged silently as he palm thudded against the stone.
"You are so stupid, Potty," Draco sneered. He conjured a chair and sat down, propping his chin on the back as he stared balefully at Harry.
"You're not the one trapped with a sex crazed maniac!" Harry said loudly.
Draco glowered. "I'm a teenager. You can't tell me that you haven't thought about the same thing."
"Of course I haven't!" Harry turned bright red. "I--I mean, yeah, I kissed Cho once, but..."
Draco's face twisted in disgust. "That Ravenclaw bint?" He arched an eyebrow. "What were you up to--comforting her in her time of distress? And they say chivalry is dead."
"Shut up, Malfoy. You wouldn't know chivalry if it bit you on the arse," Harry retorted.
Draco shrugged. "Of course I wouldn't. What's the gain in being chivalrous? Waste of time, really." Harry gaped at Draco, and the blond smirked. He steepled his fingers and rested his chin on his hands as he looked up thoughtfully at Harry. "You know, I might have been a bit...hasty, taking so many points from Gryffindor..."
"So, when's that ever stopped you?" Harry spat.
"It hasn't," Draco answered promptly. "But I was thinking...perhaps I should give you an opportunity to earn them back?"
Harry paused, trying to bring the room into focus. "Earn... earn them back?"
Draco pushed away from his chair and bent down to grab something off the floor. He took slow measured steps toward Harry, and Harry swallowed nervously, deciding that he really didn’t like the other boy’s intent expression. Draco unfolded Harry's glasses and set them on top of his nose, resting a palm against the wall on either side of Harry's head. "Yes. I don't like repeating myself, Potty, so listen carefully." He placed a finger against the glass of Harry's spectacles and pushed them up his nose, leaving a perfectly preserved fingerprint in the center of Harry's left lens. "It all depends on how well you do."
"How well I--” Harry’s voice was cut off by the sudden pressure of Draco's lips, and he froze, his mouth clamped firmly shut. Draco pulled away, and his breath was hot against Harry's cheek as he sighed.
"You're going to have to do better than that if you want your points back, Potter,” Draco shook his head and pulled away slightly to look at Harry.
"You-you want me t-to...” Harry gulped and pressed himself tighter against the wall. Draco's mouth twisted into an amused smirk, and Harry whimpered, thudding his hand harder against the wall.
Draco rolled his eyes and pushed away from Harry, going back to the chair. "The entrance was over there, stupid,” he jabbed his thumb to the right, and Harry darted a look over in that direction. A sharp bark of laughter drew his eyes back to Draco. "You'd think you were afraid of me."
"You wish, Malfoy," Harry retorted instantly.
Draco sneered. "I'm not the one plastered against the wall."
Harry took a deep breath and forced himself to take a single step away from the wall. "I'm not afraid of you."
"Of course you're not--you're a Gryffindor,” Draco laughed, the harsh sound grating in the small room. "It's not like you have to do it, Potter. You can be happy having lost your House almost a hundred points--I don't particularly care either way."
"You think I can't do it, don't you?" Harry scowled, taking a step toward Draco.
Draco shrugged and offered Harry a smile. "I think I don't really care."
Harry took two long steps to Draco's chair and jerked Draco up by his tie. "I hate you, Malfoy,” Harry spat, and then he mashed his mouth against Draco's. Their noses bumped together, and Harry's glasses sat askew on his face, the metal of his frames digging into his cheek. Harry ignored it, keeping his eyes open as the blond fought against the embrace.
Draco shoved him away and scowled, wiping his mouth. "What do you call that, Potter? If that's how you kissed Chang, no wonder she's crying all the bloody time!"
Harry flushed, adjusting his glasses and crossing his arms. "It's not like I've had much experience, okay?"
Draco glared malevolently in Harry's direction. "I'd suggest pretending I was a girl, but you're bad enough as it is."
Harry rolled his eyes. "It's kind of hard, you know."
Draco smirked. "It isn't anymore, Potter."
"You're disgusting,” Harry shook his head. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to think of what his housemates would say if he came back to the common room ninety points lighter than when he'd left. Getting a detention from Hermione in front of everyone would be really humiliating. "All right."
"All right?" Draco asked curiously, still rubbing his mouth.
Harry faced Draco resolutely and stuck his spectacles in his pocket. From this distance he could almost count the number of pale eyelashes that outlined Draco's eyes. He leaned down just slightly, since Draco was very nearly his size, and pressed his lips against Draco’s.
Draco's mouth was warm, soft, and slightly swollen from his previous onslaught. At least this kiss isn't salty. Harry jolted away at the thought, flushing in embarrassment. Draco's eyes fluttered open, and he nodded slowly. "Much better, Potter. One point to Gryffindor."
"One point?" Harry exclaimed.
Draco arched an eyebrow. "Yes. You didn't think I was going to make this easy for you, did you?"
"What do you expect me to do?" Harry yelled in exasperation.
Draco smirked again. "Well, you could kiss me 89 more times.... or do more for more points."
Harry's stomach did an uncomfortable flop. "Have I told you how much I hate you recently?"
"Not in the last five minutes,” Draco said.
"I hate you," Harry swore fervently.
"Duly noted," Draco said in a brisk voice, and wrote in the air as though it were a memo: Harry Potter hates Draco Malfoy. Then he grinned and fell back into his chair. "But are you going to let that stop you?"
Harry leaned over Draco and tilted his chin up. "You're really desperate, aren't you, Malfoy?"
"Not desperate," Draco said, absently brushing his fingers down Harry's arm. "Mostly curious."
Harry sighed. "Enough with the games, Malfoy. Tell me what I need to do so I can get my points back."
Draco met Harry's eyes boldly. "Find out for yourself, Potter. If you dare."
Harry shot Draco an annoyed look. "Can you be any more dramatic?"
"I can tr--” Draco’s retort was cut off by Harry's mouth and his grip on Harry's arm tightened unconsciously. Harry tested Draco's mouth for a few moments, and then experimentally slipped his fingers through Draco's hair, knuckles brushing curiously against the side of Draco's neck to feel the texture of his skin. Harry couldn't remember a time he'd actually been this close to his rival, aside from the moments when he was beating him unconscious, and was slowly beginning to realize through his disgust that it could be worse. He could be doing this to Lucius. Or to Voldemort.
With a shudder of horror at that particular thought, he opened his mouth and licked hurriedly at Draco's bottom lip, rewarded entrance to the other boy's mouth when he gasped in surprise. Their tongues met hesitantly, darting together in fluttering, anxious caresses, and Harry discovered that if he tilted his head at just the right angle, a frission of delicious heat shot through him. Cho's kiss hadn't warmed him like sunlight, and Harry worried briefly at what that might mean before pushing the thought firmly to the back of his mind. Draco tasted exotic-- a little like raspberries and sweet cream, and a little like magic, or what he'd always thought of as magic-- a little of the way silk feels and misty waterfalls look, and if Professor Snape had been right there, and his entire Potions grade depended on describing that taste, he still wouldn't be able to define it.
Harry broke this kiss to take a breath, resting his forehead on Draco's shoulder.
"One point to Gryffindor," Draco rasped, his chest heaving slightly with each breath.
"What on earth did you eat at dinner?" Harry asked absently.
"What are you talking about, Potter?" Draco poked Harry's neck. "You're weird."
Harry waited for a moment, taking deep, calming breaths until his lungs slowed. He turned his head so that his nose was pressed up against the soft spot just beneath Draco's ear and inhaled. Draco even smelled different from any other boy he'd been near-- fresh, like the air after a rain, instead of Quidditch play and sweat. Harry blinked as he had a flash of inspiration and licked that spot, dragging his teeth over the skin just a touch too roughly. Draco quivered violently, and Harry continued up, nibbling on the shell of the blonde’s ear.
He turned Draco's head and gave the same attention to the other ear, biting lightly on the lobe. Draco made a small sound, his hand creeping up to Harry's shoulder and squeezing in approval. "Seven points to Gryffindor."
Harry nodded and sucked on Draco's throat for a moment, calculating the points as the blond squirmed, arching closer to the touch. "Four points," Draco announced. Merlin, this is going to take forever, Harry thought in irritation. He toyed with Draco's tie as he weighed his options.
If I don't go below the waist, it'll be okay, Harry assured himself, and unlooped the cloth, fingers hesitating a long instant before each button of Draco's shirt. He took a deep breath and pushed Draco's shirt off of his shoulders. Harry was relieved to find Draco's chest as thin as his own, nipples a dusky pink, with the barest definition of muscles lining his abdomen. Draco's chest was dusted with fine, blonde hairs, and Harry took a deep breath. It could have been worse--Draco could have been as hairy as Hagrid. Harry shuddered violently.
He looked up in time to see Draco's face twist in smug victory, and wondered if that look was because Draco thought all of his shudders of disgust were because of him. Or maybe Draco was just smirking because his shirt was nearly off and Harry was kneeling in front of him--Harry couldn't really be sure. "Shut up," he said, and pressed a kiss to Draco's shoulder.
"I haven't said a thing," Draco's smirk widened.
"You're smirking too loud," Harry insisted, darting his tongue out for a lick at Draco's nipple. Draco moaned appreciatively at the movement, and Harry flushed from embarrassment—he didn’t dare admit to himself that he might have been the slightest bit pleased at the reaction. Harry planted his hands firmly on Draco’s thighs and leaned forward slightly, suckling a nipple fiercely before licking a line to Draco’s sternum. Draco’s sighs encouraged him, and he closed his eyes, feeling brave enough to trail his fingers over the other boy’s skin, to feel the muscles tensing beneath the hesitant touches as he let his mouth wander over the ridges of Draco’s ribs.
Draco’s hand brushed his hot cheek, and Harry turned blindly toward the touch, sucking the slender fingers into his mouth and nibbling lightly, catching each fingertip and biting sharply, soothing the bite with a swirl of his tongue. Harry jolted in embarrassment as he realized what he was doing, and his eyes flew open, his blush darkening even more as he discovered Draco staring at him. Draco raised his hand up slowly and sucked on a fingertip, watching Harry with shimmering, hungry eyes. Harry’s throat dried at that look, and the front of his trousers tightened painfully.
“I certainly can’t fault your enthusiasm,” Draco husked out, and Harry made small choked sound, cheeks Weasley red in mortification. He dropped his eyes to his lap, and gnawed on his lip in horror. Go down! He silently ordered his erection. This isn’t the time or place—and definitely not the person. We do not get hard for Draco Malfoy just because he looks at us funny!
“Are you even listening to me, Potter?” Draco asked, annoyed.
Harry’s eyes snapped up to Draco’s face. “W-what?” he stammered. There was no way in hell he was going to admit that he hadn’t heard Draco because he was too busy talking to his cock.
Draco opened his mouth to reply when his chair vanished abruptly from beneath him, and he hit the stone floor with a loud thump. “Bloody conjured piece of—” Draco sputtered, and he glared angrily at Harry as he burst out into laughter.
“The look on your face!” Harry howled, flopping backwards onto the floor as he held his stomach and shook with laughter. “Oh, God, that was so great. You just fell—”
“Shove it, Potter!” Draco hissed.
“Where do you want it shoved, Malfoy?” Harry shot back between chuckles.
Heat flickered back into Draco’s eyes, and in an instant, the air was filled with tension. “That depends on you, Potter,” Draco whispered, rising to his hands and knees. He crawled slowly, deliberately, over Harry’s prone body and bent his head slightly to lick at Harry’s mouth. “Now,” Draco said on a soft sigh; “where were we?”
“We weren’t anywhere,” Harry hissed fiercely, grabbing a handful of Draco’s hair and pulling him away. “I was in the middle of getting back Gryffindor’s points.”
Draco smiled, a thin bearing of teeth. “Of course, Potter. After all, we both know who’s in charge.” Draco trailed a hand up Harry’s arm and pulled it to his mouth, biting at the sensitive flesh of his inner wrist before licking a line up to Harry’s palm. Harry’s flagging erection rebounded quickly, and his tongue darted out to wet dry lips as he watched Draco stroke his hand. “We both know who’s in charge,” Draco repeated quietly. “Don’t we?”
“Shut up, Malfoy,” Harry growled, but Draco was already pulling him forward—his hand was already tangled in Draco’s hair—Draco’s mouth was already on his—hot, wet, messy. It was a ravaging kiss, tongue darting into his mouth to jab at his palette, exploring the smooth edges of his teeth, biting and sucking at his lips. Harry’s head spun at the sudden onslaught of sensation, and all he could do was cling tightly, helplessly to Draco as Draco’s mouth trailed down to Harry’s throat, nipping and licking at the taut skin he found there.
A moan spilled from Harry’s lips as Draco ran hot, openmouthed kisses along the line of his collarbone. He pushed Harry’s legs apart roughly and slid between them, pressing his erection insistently against Harry’s leg. Harry had the unpleasant, foggy thought that it was rather like being humped by a large dog when Draco bit his ear sharply, and his own hips jerked against Draco’s thigh in reaction. They moved together in a halted, uncertain rhythm, and Harry screwed his eyes shut, unable to restrain a gasp every time Draco ground against him. His legs curled around Draco’s hips of their own volition, hands clenched in the folds of Draco’s robes and everything was hot and rough and aching and oh god he was so close—
Suddenly, Draco’s movements slowed, and Harry could feel Draco grin against his cheek. Harry whined in frustration at the abrupt lack of friction and tried to arch closer, panting as he struggled for air. “Potter, I want you to suck me,” Draco whispered breathlessly against Harry’s ear.
“Guh…whuzza..?” Harry mumbled incoherently as Draco’s warm fingers brushed soothingly against his cheek.
“I want you. To suck. My cock,” Draco said conversationally as he petted Harry’s cheek. He took Harry’s hand and pulled it down, inhaling sharply when Harry ran hesitant fingers across his tented trousers. “I want. Your mouth. Around me. You’ll do it, right? For Gryffindor?”
Harry squirmed impatiently as the piping sound of Draco’s voice against his ear sent a surge of aching heat directly to his groin, and wondered vaguely what Gryffindor had to do with anything. Draco was hard and heavy in his hand, and the Slytherin rewarded him with a strangled gasp as his fingers tightened. Harry climbed to his knees, shifting slightly to make his own erection more comfortable as he stared in confusion at the other boy “I…I shouldn’t be doing this,” Harry murmured in a raw, hoarse voice. “I…” Harry’s voice died as Draco’s hand drifted to his trousers, snapping open each button with a lazy movement, his eyes never leaving Harry’s face.
“Do it, Potter,” Draco commanded, and a shiver ran down Harry’s spine at the authoritative tone. Harry swallowed nervously, his hand shaking as he removed the last barrier of cloth. Draco’s cock, Harry noticed, wasn’t extraordinarily long or thick, but it was straight and slender and not nearly as ugly as Harry half thought it would be. Harry ran curious fingers along the underside, following the large vein, and smirked slightly at the strained sound the movement caused from the other boy. Harry followed the path of his fingers with a swipe of his tongue, pausing for a moment to nuzzle Draco’s lightly haired balls. He licked one long line up the side of Draco’s cock and placed a tiny kiss to the tip, hesitating for just a moment before wrapping his lips around the head.
It tasted like skin, Harry discovered, salty and slightly tangy to his tongue. Of course it tastes like skin, he told himself in embarrassed disgust. It is skin. He attempted to go down a little farther, his tongue moving around as he tried to find a place for it in his mouth that wasn’t filled with the taste of Draco. His teeth slipped against the head, and Draco clenched his hand in Harry’s hair tightly. “Less teeth,” Draco hissed out angrily, and Harry made an apologetic sound. The sound vibrated down Draco’s length, and his hand clenched tighter in Harry’s hair as he gasped. Harry took a breath through his nose and took as much of Draco into his mouth as he could without gagging, making sure to keep his teeth well away from the sensitive skin as he bobbed his head up and down.
Harry steadied himself with a hold on Draco’s hips as the blond began to thrust into his mouth and tried to keep a steady rhythm, alternating between slow long sucks and humming random snatches of song against Draco’s flesh. He could tell he was doing better by the way Draco was moaning and trying to squirm beneath his hands, and he felt a flash of pride. Draco was rambling something now, but Harry couldn’t understand him, so he just closed his eyes and moved his head faster, moaning as the movement became slicker and his saliva started to dribble down his chin. He put a hand in his lap, pressing harshly against his own near painful arousal and whimpered at the feeling, rocking into his palm as he sucked harder on Draco. Draco thrust violently a final time, his cock hitting the back of Harry’s throat and pulsing. Draco gave a small cry, and Harry’s eyes snapped open as warm seed flooded his mouth. He choked and pulled his hand away from his crotch as Draco jerked on his hair, pulling his head up for another long kiss, Draco’s tongue searching Harry’s mouth for the taste of his own essence.
Draco pulled away after a long moment, and he and Harry stared at each other silently. “That was…impressive, Potter,” Draco grinned and buttoned up his trousers. He pressed a thumb against Harry’s red, swollen mouth and shook his head. “A natural. How many others have had the pleasure of training that luscious little mouth of yours?”
Harry jerked away from that small touch, trying to ignore the warm prickling coming from behind his eyes. “Go to Hell, Malfoy, you worm.”
Draco laughed maliciously. “Big talk from the one who just blew me, eh?”
“I hate you!” Harry hissed, swinging his head back to glare heatedly at the other boy.
Draco smiled and pressed closer to Harry. “Perhaps,” he conceded, and then he wrapped his fingers around Harry’s hardness. “But you want me.”
Harry jerked away and scrambled back as Draco stood up and made himself presentable. “I hate you, you’re disgusting! You make me sick!” Harry spat. Draco arched an eyebrow and finished buttoning up his shirt. “What,” Harry asked bitterly. “You’re not taking any more points off?” Harry’s mouth shut with an audible snap as he realized what he just said and turned red when Draco smiled at him.
“No more today, I think,” Draco breezed, completing the knot of his tie and going to where the door still hadn’t appeared to press against the wall. “Although I must say it was a most satisfying transaction.” The exit door shimmered into existence, and Draco opened it. “Oh, and Potter?” Draco waited until Harry looked at him, and smirked. “Sixty points to Gryffindor.”
The door shimmered out again as Draco left and Harry sat there, on the floor for another long minute. That ponce. I hate him. He’s so stupid. God, I could kill him. Harry blushed as he realized his hand had gone back to his lap, squeezing his cock through the barrier of his trousers, and forced himself to stop. Harry had never touched himself, had never really found a reason to, and cold showers seemed to work more often than not anyway. But then, he had never been this aroused, throbbing with the need for release.
“Oh, hell,” Harry muttered, and he unbuttoned his trousers and wrapped his hand around his engorged flesh. He thought of Cho, long dark hair glinting in the sunlight as she flew on her broom, the way her blue Quidditch robe had flapped in the wind. Her white, malicious smile…no. That wasn’t Cho. His hand tightened as he pumped up and down quickly. Cho’s mouth had tasted like salt… Harry remembered how Draco had tasted in his mouth, the way the blonde’s hands had twisted in his hair... He bit his lip to stifle a whimper as he moved faster. The way Cho’s tears looked on her cheeks… the way Draco moaned, the way he kissed like fire, the way they had ground against each other in heat and need and oh god yes it was right there—
He cried out as his orgasm hit him in a white hot flash and swallowed, pushing the sweaty fringe of his hair away from his forehead with a trembling hand. Harry wiped his hand on the floor and shakily buttoned up his trousers. There. Finished. A little messy, but overall, not that bad. Harry went over to where he’d last seen the door and prodded at it, his breath escaping him in a whoosh as the door reappeared easily.
“Oi, Harry! There you are!” Ron’s voice was the first thing Harry heard after he stepped from the room, and he plastered a smile on his face.
“Hey, Ron. You and Hermione finished fighting?” he asked.
Hermione, who was standing next to Ron, flushed and nodded. “I’m sorry we chased you out of the common room, Harry.” Then she brightened. “But here’s something really neat! Gryffindor has points!”
Harry’s smile froze. “What?”
Ron grinned. “Yeah, we have like, forty points! This puts us into second place, after Slytherin.” Ron grimaced. “It must have been some sort of extra credit thing Hermione did, you know?”
“Doing extracurricular work isn’t a bad thing, Ron,” Hermione admonished. “Even though, I can’t remember if I turned anything in…”
“It had to be you, Hermione,” Ron rolled his eyes as they began walking. “Who else could it be?”
Harry stood for a long moment, staring at the blank space of wall where the door was waiting. He remembered the feel of Draco’s skin and the way the other boy had babbled incoherently and wondered just for a minute…
“Harry, are you coming or not?” Ron asked.
“Is everything okay?” Hermione touched his arm, and he startled, looking at her.
“Yeah, everything’s fine. Sorry.” Harry turned away from the wall and walked quickly with Hermione to catch up with Ron. Ron immediately started with news of another prank from his brothers. Harry looked at Ron and Hermione and felt safe. He couldn’t help but laugh.
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scheherezhad, straypenstrokes, red_moon_rising and thanks to ladyvader for giving my nonexistent confidence a boost. Finally, this is dedicated to blood_wrangler, as she gave me the Point Chart to work off of. <3333I attempted to make it NC-17, but with my luck it just got hard R. ^^;;
Harry had been in the middle of writing Sirius a letter he was most likely never going to send when it started. Ron made a crack about Hermione doing too much homework; Hermione mentioned absently that she was writing Viktor, as she had already finished all of her homework; Ron flushed, and all hell broke loose.
By the time Harry rolled his parchment up, Hermione was accusing Ron of not doing enough with his prefect status, and Ron was telling her that although she had had several brilliant ideas, spew was not one of them.
As Harry was moving out of the portrait hole, Hermione was reciting that it wasn't spew, it was S.P.E.W., and Ron was saying even Percy would break into hysterical laughter at the thought of house elves being freed en masse.
The portrait clanged shut behind him, and the sudden silence made him breathe in relief. "They're fighting again, aren't they?" the Fat Lady tittered in amusement. Harry nodded in irritation and started down the hall, intending to go to the library for some peace and quiet. With Umbridge on the rampage, very few students were in the corridors, and the echo of his footsteps as he walked was distinctly eerie.
"Well, look who's finally come out of the lion's den."
Harry stopped with a sigh, rolling his eyes at the boy in front of him. "Tell me, Malfoy, do you stalk every brunet at Hogwarts, or am I just really unlucky?"
Draco sneered, leaning against the wall and crossing his arms. "Everyone knows how unlucky you are, Scarhead."
"Obviously, since I have a Slytherin who just won't leave me alone. Woe is me," Harry retorted, and Draco scowled.
"Five points from Gryffindor for disrespecting a prefect," Draco stated haughtily. "And ten more points because you dared to utter the name of my House."
Harry narrowed his eyes and stepped toward Draco. "Just because you work on that stupid Inquisawhat'sit Squad for that ugly toad Umbridge doesn't mean you can push me around, Malfoy."
Draco grinned slyly, pushing away from the wall. "Ten points from Gryffindor for calling the Inquisitorial Squad stupid, and another ten for saying rude things about Headmistress Umbridge. You really should watch your mouth, Potty. You never know what kind of trouble it could get you into."
Harry shoved Draco back against the wall, hands tightening into angry fists. "Leave me alone, Malfoy. I don't care what kind of authority Umbridge's given you, but it's wrong, you're stupid, and if you don't leave me alone, I'm going to beat you again."
Draco straightened his shoulders and glowered. "Fifteen points from Gryffindor for insulting me again, fifteen points for disrespecting Headmistress Umbridge again, twenty points for threatening me, and you know, five points because you're really starting to annoy me, Potter."
"I'm starting to annoy you??" Harry sputtered in amazement.
"Yes, you are. And you're doing a very bad job at even that, Potty. I'm disappointed in you,” Draco retorted. Something inside Harry's brain bent at that comment, and he pushed Draco again, barely registering Draco's hands scrabbling ineffectually at his shoulders and arms as Harry started flailing away with his fists.
Draco stumbled against the wall, his hands twisted in Harry's robes, when he fell backward with a sudden cry, the wall morphing around them. The two boys tumbled to the floor, rolling about and kicking each other angrily. Hands scrabbled for handfuls of hair, and Harry grunted as Draco landed a blow on his jaw that sent his glasses flying. He made a sound deep in his throat and grabbed at Draco's collar, shaking him like a rag doll. Draco scratched at Harry's shoulders, squirming indignantly and trying to shake Harry's hands off. Harry jerked the other boy closer, throwing the blond off balance. He fell back with a soft 'oomph' and Harry clambered on top of him, straddling his hips as he wrapped his hands around his neck. Draco gave one sudden, hard shove, and Harry slipped, and--
And Harry hoped to God that the hard ridge against his thigh wasn't what he thought it was.
Harry scrambled away from Draco and plastered himself against the wall, eyes wide as he stared at the other boy. "Y-you were enjoying that, Malfoy!" Harry stuttered. Draco sat up and smoothed down his ruffled hair, a spot of color burning high on each cheek.
"Was not," Draco insisted as he stood up and brushed off his robes.
"You--you!" Harry made a vague gesture toward Draco. Draco ignored him, shaking his head as he stalked about the room curiously. Harry took advantage of Draco's preoccupation to push frantically against the wall. Hogwarts, please please let me out! Harry begged silently as he palm thudded against the stone.
"You are so stupid, Potty," Draco sneered. He conjured a chair and sat down, propping his chin on the back as he stared balefully at Harry.
"You're not the one trapped with a sex crazed maniac!" Harry said loudly.
Draco glowered. "I'm a teenager. You can't tell me that you haven't thought about the same thing."
"Of course I haven't!" Harry turned bright red. "I--I mean, yeah, I kissed Cho once, but..."
Draco's face twisted in disgust. "That Ravenclaw bint?" He arched an eyebrow. "What were you up to--comforting her in her time of distress? And they say chivalry is dead."
"Shut up, Malfoy. You wouldn't know chivalry if it bit you on the arse," Harry retorted.
Draco shrugged. "Of course I wouldn't. What's the gain in being chivalrous? Waste of time, really." Harry gaped at Draco, and the blond smirked. He steepled his fingers and rested his chin on his hands as he looked up thoughtfully at Harry. "You know, I might have been a bit...hasty, taking so many points from Gryffindor..."
"So, when's that ever stopped you?" Harry spat.
"It hasn't," Draco answered promptly. "But I was thinking...perhaps I should give you an opportunity to earn them back?"
Harry paused, trying to bring the room into focus. "Earn... earn them back?"
Draco pushed away from his chair and bent down to grab something off the floor. He took slow measured steps toward Harry, and Harry swallowed nervously, deciding that he really didn’t like the other boy’s intent expression. Draco unfolded Harry's glasses and set them on top of his nose, resting a palm against the wall on either side of Harry's head. "Yes. I don't like repeating myself, Potty, so listen carefully." He placed a finger against the glass of Harry's spectacles and pushed them up his nose, leaving a perfectly preserved fingerprint in the center of Harry's left lens. "It all depends on how well you do."
"How well I--” Harry’s voice was cut off by the sudden pressure of Draco's lips, and he froze, his mouth clamped firmly shut. Draco pulled away, and his breath was hot against Harry's cheek as he sighed.
"You're going to have to do better than that if you want your points back, Potter,” Draco shook his head and pulled away slightly to look at Harry.
"You-you want me t-to...” Harry gulped and pressed himself tighter against the wall. Draco's mouth twisted into an amused smirk, and Harry whimpered, thudding his hand harder against the wall.
Draco rolled his eyes and pushed away from Harry, going back to the chair. "The entrance was over there, stupid,” he jabbed his thumb to the right, and Harry darted a look over in that direction. A sharp bark of laughter drew his eyes back to Draco. "You'd think you were afraid of me."
"You wish, Malfoy," Harry retorted instantly.
Draco sneered. "I'm not the one plastered against the wall."
Harry took a deep breath and forced himself to take a single step away from the wall. "I'm not afraid of you."
"Of course you're not--you're a Gryffindor,” Draco laughed, the harsh sound grating in the small room. "It's not like you have to do it, Potter. You can be happy having lost your House almost a hundred points--I don't particularly care either way."
"You think I can't do it, don't you?" Harry scowled, taking a step toward Draco.
Draco shrugged and offered Harry a smile. "I think I don't really care."
Harry took two long steps to Draco's chair and jerked Draco up by his tie. "I hate you, Malfoy,” Harry spat, and then he mashed his mouth against Draco's. Their noses bumped together, and Harry's glasses sat askew on his face, the metal of his frames digging into his cheek. Harry ignored it, keeping his eyes open as the blond fought against the embrace.
Draco shoved him away and scowled, wiping his mouth. "What do you call that, Potter? If that's how you kissed Chang, no wonder she's crying all the bloody time!"
Harry flushed, adjusting his glasses and crossing his arms. "It's not like I've had much experience, okay?"
Draco glared malevolently in Harry's direction. "I'd suggest pretending I was a girl, but you're bad enough as it is."
Harry rolled his eyes. "It's kind of hard, you know."
Draco smirked. "It isn't anymore, Potter."
"You're disgusting,” Harry shook his head. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to think of what his housemates would say if he came back to the common room ninety points lighter than when he'd left. Getting a detention from Hermione in front of everyone would be really humiliating. "All right."
"All right?" Draco asked curiously, still rubbing his mouth.
Harry faced Draco resolutely and stuck his spectacles in his pocket. From this distance he could almost count the number of pale eyelashes that outlined Draco's eyes. He leaned down just slightly, since Draco was very nearly his size, and pressed his lips against Draco’s.
Draco's mouth was warm, soft, and slightly swollen from his previous onslaught. At least this kiss isn't salty. Harry jolted away at the thought, flushing in embarrassment. Draco's eyes fluttered open, and he nodded slowly. "Much better, Potter. One point to Gryffindor."
"One point?" Harry exclaimed.
Draco arched an eyebrow. "Yes. You didn't think I was going to make this easy for you, did you?"
"What do you expect me to do?" Harry yelled in exasperation.
Draco smirked again. "Well, you could kiss me 89 more times.... or do more for more points."
Harry's stomach did an uncomfortable flop. "Have I told you how much I hate you recently?"
"Not in the last five minutes,” Draco said.
"I hate you," Harry swore fervently.
"Duly noted," Draco said in a brisk voice, and wrote in the air as though it were a memo: Harry Potter hates Draco Malfoy. Then he grinned and fell back into his chair. "But are you going to let that stop you?"
Harry leaned over Draco and tilted his chin up. "You're really desperate, aren't you, Malfoy?"
"Not desperate," Draco said, absently brushing his fingers down Harry's arm. "Mostly curious."
Harry sighed. "Enough with the games, Malfoy. Tell me what I need to do so I can get my points back."
Draco met Harry's eyes boldly. "Find out for yourself, Potter. If you dare."
Harry shot Draco an annoyed look. "Can you be any more dramatic?"
"I can tr--” Draco’s retort was cut off by Harry's mouth and his grip on Harry's arm tightened unconsciously. Harry tested Draco's mouth for a few moments, and then experimentally slipped his fingers through Draco's hair, knuckles brushing curiously against the side of Draco's neck to feel the texture of his skin. Harry couldn't remember a time he'd actually been this close to his rival, aside from the moments when he was beating him unconscious, and was slowly beginning to realize through his disgust that it could be worse. He could be doing this to Lucius. Or to Voldemort.
With a shudder of horror at that particular thought, he opened his mouth and licked hurriedly at Draco's bottom lip, rewarded entrance to the other boy's mouth when he gasped in surprise. Their tongues met hesitantly, darting together in fluttering, anxious caresses, and Harry discovered that if he tilted his head at just the right angle, a frission of delicious heat shot through him. Cho's kiss hadn't warmed him like sunlight, and Harry worried briefly at what that might mean before pushing the thought firmly to the back of his mind. Draco tasted exotic-- a little like raspberries and sweet cream, and a little like magic, or what he'd always thought of as magic-- a little of the way silk feels and misty waterfalls look, and if Professor Snape had been right there, and his entire Potions grade depended on describing that taste, he still wouldn't be able to define it.
Harry broke this kiss to take a breath, resting his forehead on Draco's shoulder.
"One point to Gryffindor," Draco rasped, his chest heaving slightly with each breath.
"What on earth did you eat at dinner?" Harry asked absently.
"What are you talking about, Potter?" Draco poked Harry's neck. "You're weird."
Harry waited for a moment, taking deep, calming breaths until his lungs slowed. He turned his head so that his nose was pressed up against the soft spot just beneath Draco's ear and inhaled. Draco even smelled different from any other boy he'd been near-- fresh, like the air after a rain, instead of Quidditch play and sweat. Harry blinked as he had a flash of inspiration and licked that spot, dragging his teeth over the skin just a touch too roughly. Draco quivered violently, and Harry continued up, nibbling on the shell of the blonde’s ear.
He turned Draco's head and gave the same attention to the other ear, biting lightly on the lobe. Draco made a small sound, his hand creeping up to Harry's shoulder and squeezing in approval. "Seven points to Gryffindor."
Harry nodded and sucked on Draco's throat for a moment, calculating the points as the blond squirmed, arching closer to the touch. "Four points," Draco announced. Merlin, this is going to take forever, Harry thought in irritation. He toyed with Draco's tie as he weighed his options.
If I don't go below the waist, it'll be okay, Harry assured himself, and unlooped the cloth, fingers hesitating a long instant before each button of Draco's shirt. He took a deep breath and pushed Draco's shirt off of his shoulders. Harry was relieved to find Draco's chest as thin as his own, nipples a dusky pink, with the barest definition of muscles lining his abdomen. Draco's chest was dusted with fine, blonde hairs, and Harry took a deep breath. It could have been worse--Draco could have been as hairy as Hagrid. Harry shuddered violently.
He looked up in time to see Draco's face twist in smug victory, and wondered if that look was because Draco thought all of his shudders of disgust were because of him. Or maybe Draco was just smirking because his shirt was nearly off and Harry was kneeling in front of him--Harry couldn't really be sure. "Shut up," he said, and pressed a kiss to Draco's shoulder.
"I haven't said a thing," Draco's smirk widened.
"You're smirking too loud," Harry insisted, darting his tongue out for a lick at Draco's nipple. Draco moaned appreciatively at the movement, and Harry flushed from embarrassment—he didn’t dare admit to himself that he might have been the slightest bit pleased at the reaction. Harry planted his hands firmly on Draco’s thighs and leaned forward slightly, suckling a nipple fiercely before licking a line to Draco’s sternum. Draco’s sighs encouraged him, and he closed his eyes, feeling brave enough to trail his fingers over the other boy’s skin, to feel the muscles tensing beneath the hesitant touches as he let his mouth wander over the ridges of Draco’s ribs.
Draco’s hand brushed his hot cheek, and Harry turned blindly toward the touch, sucking the slender fingers into his mouth and nibbling lightly, catching each fingertip and biting sharply, soothing the bite with a swirl of his tongue. Harry jolted in embarrassment as he realized what he was doing, and his eyes flew open, his blush darkening even more as he discovered Draco staring at him. Draco raised his hand up slowly and sucked on a fingertip, watching Harry with shimmering, hungry eyes. Harry’s throat dried at that look, and the front of his trousers tightened painfully.
“I certainly can’t fault your enthusiasm,” Draco husked out, and Harry made small choked sound, cheeks Weasley red in mortification. He dropped his eyes to his lap, and gnawed on his lip in horror. Go down! He silently ordered his erection. This isn’t the time or place—and definitely not the person. We do not get hard for Draco Malfoy just because he looks at us funny!
“Are you even listening to me, Potter?” Draco asked, annoyed.
Harry’s eyes snapped up to Draco’s face. “W-what?” he stammered. There was no way in hell he was going to admit that he hadn’t heard Draco because he was too busy talking to his cock.
Draco opened his mouth to reply when his chair vanished abruptly from beneath him, and he hit the stone floor with a loud thump. “Bloody conjured piece of—” Draco sputtered, and he glared angrily at Harry as he burst out into laughter.
“The look on your face!” Harry howled, flopping backwards onto the floor as he held his stomach and shook with laughter. “Oh, God, that was so great. You just fell—”
“Shove it, Potter!” Draco hissed.
“Where do you want it shoved, Malfoy?” Harry shot back between chuckles.
Heat flickered back into Draco’s eyes, and in an instant, the air was filled with tension. “That depends on you, Potter,” Draco whispered, rising to his hands and knees. He crawled slowly, deliberately, over Harry’s prone body and bent his head slightly to lick at Harry’s mouth. “Now,” Draco said on a soft sigh; “where were we?”
“We weren’t anywhere,” Harry hissed fiercely, grabbing a handful of Draco’s hair and pulling him away. “I was in the middle of getting back Gryffindor’s points.”
Draco smiled, a thin bearing of teeth. “Of course, Potter. After all, we both know who’s in charge.” Draco trailed a hand up Harry’s arm and pulled it to his mouth, biting at the sensitive flesh of his inner wrist before licking a line up to Harry’s palm. Harry’s flagging erection rebounded quickly, and his tongue darted out to wet dry lips as he watched Draco stroke his hand. “We both know who’s in charge,” Draco repeated quietly. “Don’t we?”
“Shut up, Malfoy,” Harry growled, but Draco was already pulling him forward—his hand was already tangled in Draco’s hair—Draco’s mouth was already on his—hot, wet, messy. It was a ravaging kiss, tongue darting into his mouth to jab at his palette, exploring the smooth edges of his teeth, biting and sucking at his lips. Harry’s head spun at the sudden onslaught of sensation, and all he could do was cling tightly, helplessly to Draco as Draco’s mouth trailed down to Harry’s throat, nipping and licking at the taut skin he found there.
A moan spilled from Harry’s lips as Draco ran hot, openmouthed kisses along the line of his collarbone. He pushed Harry’s legs apart roughly and slid between them, pressing his erection insistently against Harry’s leg. Harry had the unpleasant, foggy thought that it was rather like being humped by a large dog when Draco bit his ear sharply, and his own hips jerked against Draco’s thigh in reaction. They moved together in a halted, uncertain rhythm, and Harry screwed his eyes shut, unable to restrain a gasp every time Draco ground against him. His legs curled around Draco’s hips of their own volition, hands clenched in the folds of Draco’s robes and everything was hot and rough and aching and oh god he was so close—
Suddenly, Draco’s movements slowed, and Harry could feel Draco grin against his cheek. Harry whined in frustration at the abrupt lack of friction and tried to arch closer, panting as he struggled for air. “Potter, I want you to suck me,” Draco whispered breathlessly against Harry’s ear.
“Guh…whuzza..?” Harry mumbled incoherently as Draco’s warm fingers brushed soothingly against his cheek.
“I want you. To suck. My cock,” Draco said conversationally as he petted Harry’s cheek. He took Harry’s hand and pulled it down, inhaling sharply when Harry ran hesitant fingers across his tented trousers. “I want. Your mouth. Around me. You’ll do it, right? For Gryffindor?”
Harry squirmed impatiently as the piping sound of Draco’s voice against his ear sent a surge of aching heat directly to his groin, and wondered vaguely what Gryffindor had to do with anything. Draco was hard and heavy in his hand, and the Slytherin rewarded him with a strangled gasp as his fingers tightened. Harry climbed to his knees, shifting slightly to make his own erection more comfortable as he stared in confusion at the other boy “I…I shouldn’t be doing this,” Harry murmured in a raw, hoarse voice. “I…” Harry’s voice died as Draco’s hand drifted to his trousers, snapping open each button with a lazy movement, his eyes never leaving Harry’s face.
“Do it, Potter,” Draco commanded, and a shiver ran down Harry’s spine at the authoritative tone. Harry swallowed nervously, his hand shaking as he removed the last barrier of cloth. Draco’s cock, Harry noticed, wasn’t extraordinarily long or thick, but it was straight and slender and not nearly as ugly as Harry half thought it would be. Harry ran curious fingers along the underside, following the large vein, and smirked slightly at the strained sound the movement caused from the other boy. Harry followed the path of his fingers with a swipe of his tongue, pausing for a moment to nuzzle Draco’s lightly haired balls. He licked one long line up the side of Draco’s cock and placed a tiny kiss to the tip, hesitating for just a moment before wrapping his lips around the head.
It tasted like skin, Harry discovered, salty and slightly tangy to his tongue. Of course it tastes like skin, he told himself in embarrassed disgust. It is skin. He attempted to go down a little farther, his tongue moving around as he tried to find a place for it in his mouth that wasn’t filled with the taste of Draco. His teeth slipped against the head, and Draco clenched his hand in Harry’s hair tightly. “Less teeth,” Draco hissed out angrily, and Harry made an apologetic sound. The sound vibrated down Draco’s length, and his hand clenched tighter in Harry’s hair as he gasped. Harry took a breath through his nose and took as much of Draco into his mouth as he could without gagging, making sure to keep his teeth well away from the sensitive skin as he bobbed his head up and down.
Harry steadied himself with a hold on Draco’s hips as the blond began to thrust into his mouth and tried to keep a steady rhythm, alternating between slow long sucks and humming random snatches of song against Draco’s flesh. He could tell he was doing better by the way Draco was moaning and trying to squirm beneath his hands, and he felt a flash of pride. Draco was rambling something now, but Harry couldn’t understand him, so he just closed his eyes and moved his head faster, moaning as the movement became slicker and his saliva started to dribble down his chin. He put a hand in his lap, pressing harshly against his own near painful arousal and whimpered at the feeling, rocking into his palm as he sucked harder on Draco. Draco thrust violently a final time, his cock hitting the back of Harry’s throat and pulsing. Draco gave a small cry, and Harry’s eyes snapped open as warm seed flooded his mouth. He choked and pulled his hand away from his crotch as Draco jerked on his hair, pulling his head up for another long kiss, Draco’s tongue searching Harry’s mouth for the taste of his own essence.
Draco pulled away after a long moment, and he and Harry stared at each other silently. “That was…impressive, Potter,” Draco grinned and buttoned up his trousers. He pressed a thumb against Harry’s red, swollen mouth and shook his head. “A natural. How many others have had the pleasure of training that luscious little mouth of yours?”
Harry jerked away from that small touch, trying to ignore the warm prickling coming from behind his eyes. “Go to Hell, Malfoy, you worm.”
Draco laughed maliciously. “Big talk from the one who just blew me, eh?”
“I hate you!” Harry hissed, swinging his head back to glare heatedly at the other boy.
Draco smiled and pressed closer to Harry. “Perhaps,” he conceded, and then he wrapped his fingers around Harry’s hardness. “But you want me.”
Harry jerked away and scrambled back as Draco stood up and made himself presentable. “I hate you, you’re disgusting! You make me sick!” Harry spat. Draco arched an eyebrow and finished buttoning up his shirt. “What,” Harry asked bitterly. “You’re not taking any more points off?” Harry’s mouth shut with an audible snap as he realized what he just said and turned red when Draco smiled at him.
“No more today, I think,” Draco breezed, completing the knot of his tie and going to where the door still hadn’t appeared to press against the wall. “Although I must say it was a most satisfying transaction.” The exit door shimmered into existence, and Draco opened it. “Oh, and Potter?” Draco waited until Harry looked at him, and smirked. “Sixty points to Gryffindor.”
The door shimmered out again as Draco left and Harry sat there, on the floor for another long minute. That ponce. I hate him. He’s so stupid. God, I could kill him. Harry blushed as he realized his hand had gone back to his lap, squeezing his cock through the barrier of his trousers, and forced himself to stop. Harry had never touched himself, had never really found a reason to, and cold showers seemed to work more often than not anyway. But then, he had never been this aroused, throbbing with the need for release.
“Oh, hell,” Harry muttered, and he unbuttoned his trousers and wrapped his hand around his engorged flesh. He thought of Cho, long dark hair glinting in the sunlight as she flew on her broom, the way her blue Quidditch robe had flapped in the wind. Her white, malicious smile…no. That wasn’t Cho. His hand tightened as he pumped up and down quickly. Cho’s mouth had tasted like salt… Harry remembered how Draco had tasted in his mouth, the way the blonde’s hands had twisted in his hair... He bit his lip to stifle a whimper as he moved faster. The way Cho’s tears looked on her cheeks… the way Draco moaned, the way he kissed like fire, the way they had ground against each other in heat and need and oh god yes it was right there—
He cried out as his orgasm hit him in a white hot flash and swallowed, pushing the sweaty fringe of his hair away from his forehead with a trembling hand. Harry wiped his hand on the floor and shakily buttoned up his trousers. There. Finished. A little messy, but overall, not that bad. Harry went over to where he’d last seen the door and prodded at it, his breath escaping him in a whoosh as the door reappeared easily.
“Oi, Harry! There you are!” Ron’s voice was the first thing Harry heard after he stepped from the room, and he plastered a smile on his face.
“Hey, Ron. You and Hermione finished fighting?” he asked.
Hermione, who was standing next to Ron, flushed and nodded. “I’m sorry we chased you out of the common room, Harry.” Then she brightened. “But here’s something really neat! Gryffindor has points!”
Harry’s smile froze. “What?”
Ron grinned. “Yeah, we have like, forty points! This puts us into second place, after Slytherin.” Ron grimaced. “It must have been some sort of extra credit thing Hermione did, you know?”
“Doing extracurricular work isn’t a bad thing, Ron,” Hermione admonished. “Even though, I can’t remember if I turned anything in…”
“It had to be you, Hermione,” Ron rolled his eyes as they began walking. “Who else could it be?”
Harry stood for a long moment, staring at the blank space of wall where the door was waiting. He remembered the feel of Draco’s skin and the way the other boy had babbled incoherently and wondered just for a minute…
“Harry, are you coming or not?” Ron asked.
“Is everything okay?” Hermione touched his arm, and he startled, looking at her.
“Yeah, everything’s fine. Sorry.” Harry turned away from the wall and walked quickly with Hermione to catch up with Ron. Ron immediately started with news of another prank from his brothers. Harry looked at Ron and Hermione and felt safe. He couldn’t help but laugh.
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Hahahahahaha! Man, <3 to the Draco.
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You are so talented, man. And you can do this while drugged up? Brilliance, I say. <33333333333333333.
*runs back to read it again*
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Yay.
Beautiful.
But I told you that when I betaed.
*huggles*
Cai