Dear Mother,
After much deliberation, I have decided to remain at Hogwarts for the Christmas Holidays. I'm sorry to leave you alone on Christmas, I know it must be hard, especially with Father being away, but I think it's for the best. This way I'll be able to better catch up on my studies, and make connections with people here that will really help earn the lost but, well deserved respect the Malfoy name deserves. I promise to write you soon. Hope you are well.
Your truly loving son,
Draco Malfoy
Draco reread over his letter as the silver ink dried, before rolling it up, and sending it off with his eagle owl.
He sighed, despite him much more preferring the comforts of home over the castle, he was slightly excited, not to mention relieved. After the war, the Malfoy name had been virtually buried in the mud, and although this would be a good chance for him to make connections, his real motives for staying were much less honorable. In truth, he just didn't want to return home. The house would be practically empty, save for him, his mother, and the house elves. And, although Hogwarts didn't have many students that chose to stay, especially after the war, it seemed a lot more welcoming than his own home.
Another reason he chose to stay, was the small lingering fear he had. During the war, his house had been a place of terror for him, and most nights he could hardly sleep for the screams he could hear all the way from the dungeons from the tortured prisoners. He had often been tortured there himself. He also wasn't exactly thrilled at the chance to be around his mother, who had taken up the habit of drinking the day away, which would mean ceaseless insults to him. Staying at Hogwarts for the break would be a much needed relief, even if it meant he would be spending Christmas pretty much alone.
He knew his mother would be pissed, but there wasn't much she could do about it. He knew she wouldn't be foolish enough to travel drunk, and even if she could sober up, the train was leaving in a few minutes so she couldn't force him on. Not that she'd do that anyways, it would disgrace the Malfoy name even more.
Placing his head in his hands, he took a few deep breaths before standing up, and putting on his blank mask of haughty indifference, and then strode out of the room confidently. He barely glanced at the two second year Slytherins that were staying for the holidays, and exited the room.
Walking the deserted corridors of the dungeons aimlessly, he thought of the question that had plagued him for months. What did he do now? His father was in jail; his mother was drunk, and thankfully on house arrest and the dark lord was finally dead.
He had had his entire life planned out for him since day one. He was to be the proper Malfoy, eventually take the dark mark, get dragged into an arranged marriage, and provide an acceptable heir. Even though he practically hated his father, despised the dark side, and was bloody gay! But now, with this new found freedom, he didn't know what to do with himself. He never really had thought about what he wanted to do outside of Hogwarts, expecting to take part in the family businesses. He had never focused on keeping relationships, he had just gone out with that whiny bitch, Pansy, to please his parents. He had a few one night stands with random guys, mainly from Slytherin, knowing that they wouldn't dare tell, due to it shaming their own family as well. Now that he had time to consider a relationship, he had no idea where to begin. He might have still been amongst the hottest guys at school, but not many people wanted to associate with a Malfoy.
He supposed he could look into Auror training, if the Ministry would accept him, or maybe open an apothecary in Hogsmeade. His name, unlike his parents', had been cleared after the war, thanks to none other than long time rival, the Gryffindor Golden Boy, Potter. Admittedly, he did have a crush on him that had started fourth year, but one could say that he was in denial about it. Besides, it didn't really seem like he would have a semblance of a chance with him.
Draco stopped as he found himself standing outside of the astronomy tower; he tried to swallow the lump in his throat as he just stared. He hadn't been up here since Dumbledore. He had realized belatedly, that Potter had been up there that night too, and he wasn't quite sure if that was a good or bad thing. On one hand, Potter knew that he wasn't really evil, but on the other, Potter had seen him at his weakest.
The blond cringed as that night's memories came back to him, Dumbledore's lifeless body falling to the ground, a major figure in the war on the light side gone. That had been when he truly realized that Harry was the Wizarding World's only hope. Pushing aside his anxiety, he climbed the stairs to the top, and pushed open the door. What he saw made his eyes widen slightly in minute shock before he quickly put his Malfoy mask back into place. Harry Potter sat at the edge, feet dangling over the side, and arms resting on the rail, with a bottle of vodka in his hand, and an empty bottle of fire whisky at his side. He looked more than a little tipsy, and his eyes seemed slightly glazed over as he looked at the Slytherin.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" He asked, sounding wary, his voice lacking the usual bite that it held when talking to him.
The mercury eyed teen shrugged, just staring at the Gryffindor. "Care to tell me why you're drunk on the astronomy tower, of all places?"
The sable haired boy turned back to staring out over the grounds, "I needed a place to think."
"Yes, because it's so easy to think when inebriated."
Harry chuckled quietly but didn't respond.
Sighing, Draco took a seat next to the boy.
"Why are you here, Malfoy, with me of all people? Don't you hate my very existence and everything I stand for?" The Gryffindor asked after a while.
"I never supported The Dark Lord."
"Voldemort." Harry said, staring at Draco, and grinned in amusement as he slightly flinched at the name. "Only his followers call him The Dark Lord."
"Right." Draco said, clearing his throat. "And, I don't hate you; you saved my life, and kept me out of Azkaban after all."
The emerald eyed boy made a sound of acknowledgement in the back of his throat, and wordlessly offered the bottle of vodka to him.
Draco gratefully took it, and drank a good fourth of it, before handing it back.
"So what are you planning to do after we graduate?" Harry asked lying on his back, and turning to face the Slytherin.
Draco scowled, and leant his back against the wall. "Not that it's any of your business Potter, but I haven't got a clue.'
The emerald eyed boy frowned. "That doesn't sound much like the ferret I've always known, and loved."
Draco raised an eyebrow at this. "It's a figure of speech," Harry clarified, a slight blush on his face, whether from embarrassment or the alcohol, Draco couldn't tell. "Although, you did make an awfully cute ferret."
"Excuse me?"
"Well most ferrets are."
"I'm not a ferret!" Draco snapped.
"I know. Would it make you feel better if I said you're just cute all around?" He said with a teasing smile.
"Possibly." Draco muttered with an uncharacteristically cute pout in place.
Harry laughed again, "Well, I have no clue what I'm going to do either."
Draco stared at him in shock, "I thought you had already been offered the spot of Head Auror? And if not, you could get signed on as Seeker to almost any team in the league."
It was the Gryffindor's turn to scowl this time, "I don't want to get a position I haven't earned."
"You saved the whole bloody Wizarding World! And, you could easily beat out anyone at Quidditch tryouts."
"I wasn't the only one fighting on the light side of the war."
"No, you were just the only one that defeated the deranged snake bastard who had been terrorizing and killing people for over a decade, starting the war." Draco said exasperated.
"I couldn't have done it without all the training and support I've had."
"Ever the sickeningly humble Gryffindor," Draco said, grabbing the bottle again, and taking another long drink.
"Better that than a selfish Slytherin."
Draco rolled his eyes at the other boy, "You would've done well in Slytherin, you're determined, stubborn, and find a way to get what you want."
"You're the second person who's told me that."
Draco lifted a delicate eyebrow in question, but Harry just shook his head with a small smile.
"I don't really think I would want to be an Auror anymore, anyways. I fought an evil bastard most of my life, I don't really feel like doing it as a job, even if people expect me to, and I think I rather just travel the world for a while. I have more than enough money to decide what I want to do. Although, everyone thinks it's stupid."
Draco lay on his back, next to the boy, and stared at the millions of stars. "Despite you having several idiotic Gryffindor ideas, I don't think it's stupid."
"Thanks." Harry murmured, not sure what to say. "So what are we now Malfoy, friends?"
"Well, seeing as how neither of us has tried to hex each other yet, I suppose so."
Harry smiled at slightly at this as he downed the rest of the bottle, swaying slightly as he set it down. "S'nice" He slurred slightly, as he stood stumbling slightly. Draco stood too, and gripped Harry's waist to keep him from falling. Both boys blushed at the close proximity, and the slightly compromising position of Draco's crotch pressed firmly against Harry's arse.
After a few seconds, Draco quickly let go as Harry tried to take a step forward, causing him to stumble, and reach blindly for something to grip, that unfortunately being Draco's tie; and both boys fell to the ground, Draco on top.
"Oh screw it, I'm tired." Harry mumbled, as he rolled the two over, so that he was lying with his head resting comfortably on Draco's chest. "Night, Draco." He said around a yawn, as he eyes closed, falling into a deep slumber.
Draco lay motionless, in awe for a few seconds, before bringing his arms to wrap around the smaller boy, getting comfortable before murmuring a "Night, Harry," and drifting off into a sleep.
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Sunlight crept along the frost covered castle grounds, gradually gracing the astronomy tower with its glow, waking its occupants. Draco woke first, light shining in his eyes, making it impossible to get back to sleep. He frowned, opening his eyes, before looking down, startled at a pressure on his chest.
He was met by a sable haired boy, sleepily burying his face in Draco's chest to evade the sun. Soon the memories from the previous night came back to him, and his eyes widened further, in shock. He carefully removed Harry from his chest, and the boy blearily sat up and looked around, before falling into Draco's lap, determined to get back to sleep.
"Potter," Draco sighed in exasperation, shaking the exhausted Gryffindor. When he still received no response, he shook harder. "Potter, Harry, wake up," sighing in frustration, he reached inside of his ruffled robes, and took out his wand. Muttering an Aguamenti, he watched in amusement as Harry bolted up, sputtering in indignation.
"What the bloody hell was that for?" Harry shouted, before gripping his head with a wince.
Draco smirked, "You wouldn't get off of me."
"Any decent person would have let me sleep," the sable haired boy whined, pouting slightly. The Slytherin thought that he looked extremely cute like that, but suppressed the urge to capture his lips with his own.
"And that's why I'm in Slytherin." Draco stated, smiling slightly.
Harry stared at him, in shock for a second; this was the first time that he'd seen Draco genuinely smile at him. Blinking once, Harry snapped out of his slight daze, before groaning, and flopping down on the blonde's lap again, snatching his wand from him to make sure no more water incidents happened again.
"Well, try being a Hufflepuff, and let me sleep," the emerald eyed boy huffed, before closing his eyes to the morning light.
Draco huffed "As if. Harry, get up!"
Harry groaned, "Keep your voice down."
"Why?"
"I have the hangover from hell," the Gryffindor groaned, snuggling further into the blonde.
"That's probably why you shouldn't have had an entire bottle of firewhisky, and an half a bottle of vodka to yourself."
"It helped me think," Harry mumbled, voice slightly muffled by the cloth he currently had his face buried in.
"Well, I hope they were productive thoughts," Draco said, running his hands absently through the boy's hair.
Harry moaned softly at the soothing motion, sending light shivers down Draco's spine.
"You really should be getting up, people will start to worry."
Harry mumbled something indistinguishable.
"What?"
"I doubt that, there's hardly anyone left in the castle."
"What about the other two thirds of 'The Golden Trio'?" The grey eyed boy asked carelessly.
"They're staying at the Burrow, Ron's house. Besides, even if they were here, they'd be too busy shagging to know that I'm gone," Harry replied around a yawn.
Draco grimaced, "That's one mental image I could have happily gone the rest of my life without knowing, Potter."
"Yes, well, sorry, but you sort of asked for it," The chosen one mumbled, trying to block out the morning as the sun shone brighter.
With a sigh, Draco stood, lifting Harry along with him. "Come on, you need a hangover potion."
"No, what I need is sleep." The emerald eyed boy replied grumpily, head resting in the crook of the Slytherin's neck. Draco took in his scent, a combination of chocolate and a pleasant outdoors smell, with a faint hint of alcohol. It was nice, the blond haired teen thought idly, as he began to drag the weakly protesting Gryffindor out of the tower.
"You don't do well with hangovers," Draco observed lightly.
"I don't usually drink."
They walked the rest of the way in silence. It felt like Harry was getting heavier as he leaned against him; although he was extremely light, and soon he was moving so slowly that they came to an altogether stop. Draco glanced sideways, and saw that his companion had again fallen asleep.
"Damn." Draco grumbled, before slipping an arm around the Gryffindor's waist, and holding him bridal style. Since the castle was nearly empty he doubted he'd run into anyone like this. Deciding that it would be quicker, and mostly because he didn't know the way to the Gryffindor common room, he headed towards the dungeons.
Reaching the stretch of wall that hid the Slytherin common room, he said he password and entered. He saw one of the few boys, a few years younger, that had chosen to say, and met the boys raised eyebrows with a dark gaze that dared him to say anything, along with the promise of bodily harm if he did.
As he made his way towards the stairs leading to the boys' dormitory, Harry curled further into his warmth, moaning his name in his sleep. Hearing Harry moan his name bought a faint blush to his face, and his pants to begin to tighten.
Finally reaching his room, he managed to get the door open and kick it closed behind him before depositing the sleeping boy on his bed. He then began to rummage around in his trunk for one of his many hangover potions, having needed them plenty of times in the past. He eventually found a small vial, uncorking it as he walked over to the sleeping sable haired boy.
He shook Harry firmly, getting a disgruntled grunt. "Fuck off," Harry mumbled.
"Drink this, Potter." Draco said sternly, bringing the bottle to the boy's lips.
Harry glared at Draco, seemingly skeptic. Draco rolled his eyes in annoyance, "It's not poison, Potter," he said, taking a sip himself for emphasis, grimacing at the taste.
"I never said it was. I'm just pissed that you're making me exert energy, while hung-over, on holiday," but, nevertheless he took the offered potion, and swallowed it in two gulps. "Must the majority of potions taste so vile?"
Draco chuckled, "I think the hangover potion just tastes like shit as a warning not to be an idiot again, and get drunk so you won't need it." Harry scowled, and brought a pillow up over his head.
"Where the hell are we, Draco?" Harry groaned.
"Slytherin boys' dorms."
"Great." Harry sighed, removing the pillow from his face to reveal his now tousled hair, which was extremely sexy in Draco's opinion.
"Potter, you should get up."
"Why? It's not like I have anything better to do today. It's the holiday, you should relax, sleep with me," Harry said as he moved under the covers.
Draco blushed at this, "Excuse me?"
"Sleep with me, sleep, not shag, please try to get your mind out of the gutter," Harry said, with a teasing grin.
"Are you seriously planning to just sleep?"
"Yes." Harry yawned, "At least until I deem it an appropriate time to wake up," he said, kicking off his shoes, and removing his robe, letting them carelessly drop to the floor. He continued to strip under the covers until he was in his boxers. Giving in, Draco did the same, and climbed in next to the raven haired boy, giving him room.
Harry moved over so he was lying on the Slytherin's chest, causing the blonde to stiffen, "I'm not going to molest you Malfoy. G'night." he said as he closed his eyes, eyelashes fluttering over an exposed nipple making the blonde shiver.
'I wish you would,' was Draco's last thought before he too drifted off to sleep; thoughts of the boy using his body as a pillow running through his mind.
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Draco woke for the second time that day, with a light pressure on his chest. Looking down, he saw the familiar raven tresses of his once foe. Sighing, he shifted to get more comfortable, until he noticed that somehow, their legs had gotten intimately entwined.
'Potter cuddles,' Draco thought with a smirk, glancing down once more at the boy snuggled up on his chest. Then, the Slytherin slowly came to the realization that not only had he let Harry snuggle up to him, but he had been holding onto the brunet, 'Oh Merlin, I'm the cuddler!' his eyes widened in horror.
Not wanting to face the mortification of Potter waking up and seeing them like this, he quickly worked at extracting himself. Once the blond had successfully gotten out of the bed, he made his way to the bathroom to get dressed for the day, a little surprised that it was already well into the afternoon as he glanced at the Gryffindor's watch.
As he showered he couldn't help but think of the shock he felt knowing that Harry Potter, Gryffindor's Golden Boy, was currently in his bed. Oh the scandal it would bring! Not that they had actually done anything, but still it was amazing.
Draco wished that they had done something though. He wished that he could have the chance to do more than sleep with Harry. Idly he wondered if Potter was still a virgin. He moaned at the thought of sliding into the sable haired boy's tight heat and-
"Shit." He murmured, as he realized just how much his body liked that idea. Turning the water to freezing, he stayed in for a minute longer until his "problem" had subsided, and stepped out. Only when he was dried off did he realize something crucial. In his sleep muddled brain he had forgotten to bring his clothes out. Thinking that the hung-over boy in his bed was still asleep, he quietly made his way outside.
Sure he had dressed in front of his roommates before, he had even slept with two of them, but being naked, in the same room as his very strong crush was not the best idea when he just discovered how quickly his body could react to said crush.
Glancing over to the bed, he was glad to note that his companion was still sleeping. He dressed in record timing for him, wearing a simple pair of form fitting jeans and a light blue shirt that he rarely wore, because Pansy had given it to him. It wasn't ugly by any means, it even had silver dragons on the cuffs that gracefully moved in elaborate patterns, it was very stylish; Pansy did have good taste, but every time he wore it, she would latch onto him like some latching-on type thing, and swoon over him more than normal.
What part of "gay" didn't she understand?
Walking over to the mirror, he deemed himself presentable, and went about waking Harry up.
"Potter," he whined, well as much as a Malfoy whined, while trying to shake the unconscious boy into consciousness, "Why are you so damn hard to wake up?"
Harry finally rolled over, cracking a sleepy emerald eye open to peer at the Slytherin, "What do you want?" he mumbled.
"You to wake up, and get the fuck out of my bed," Draco said without any real bite.
"It's not like you were using it. Do you treat all your guest like this, or am I just special?"
"Well, you are one of a kind, Potter, but you really should get up."
"Make me," Harry grumbled, unaware of the challenge he had just issued.
"Fine," The blond said with a smirk, before rolling the boy off the bed causing Harry to land with an "Oomph".
Harry groaned, "What was that for, you prick?"
"You asked me to make you, so I did," Draco stated, raising an elegant eyebrow, as if daring him to question him.
Shooting him a weak glare, Harry stood and stretched. Draco stared at the delectable chest and abs, with defined muscles, hidden beneath deliciously tanned skin. His silver eyes subtly followed the light trail of hair that lead into his boxers, to something Draco had dreamed about quite often.
"My face is up here, Draco," Harry said, with a hint of a sly smirk on his innocent face, Draco flushed slightly but cleared his throat, "Come on Potter," Draco said, heading towards the door as Harry finished dressing.
Harry followed him out the room, "Where are we going?"
"To the kitchens, I'm starving."
AN: Hope you liked this so far. It will probably be a threeshot, but I'm not sure if it will be finished by Christmas. Special thanks to WithDemonWings for betaing this. Also, please vote on the poll in my profile. In case this isn't finished by then, Merry Christmas and happy holidays!
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