Chapter 1: The Offer
Harry laid naked in the large bed, staring silently at the patterned ceiling he'd grown to know so well. He shut his tired eyes that were aching for sleep, inhaled deeply and sighed before opening his eyes again. Harry had been laying there for who knows how long now, lost within his own thoughts, trying to force his body to get up and to leave the room. Yet he was unable to remove himself from the bed that had practically replaced his own. Especially when the person who owned the bed was curled up on his chest, their hot breath tickling his ear and their sweet scent invading his nose. Harry closed his eyes again, trying to enjoy this moment as much as he could. As much as he didn't want to leave, he knew he had to go soon and leave their touch until the next time. Whenever that would be.
Harry opened his eyes again and turned his head, being careful to not wake the person sleeping peacefully on his chest, and glanced at the dark carved wooden clock that sat perched upon the silver bed stand. The hands showed it was just a few minutes after five am, if he wanted to make it back without being seen and somehow get some sleep, he'd have to leave shortly. Instead of worrying about where his cloak was and dodging the teachers, Harry looked back at the ceiling, another sigh escaping from his lips. He didn't want to leave. Not yet. He'd stay a little longer. Just a little longer.
Instead of staring at the boring ceiling, Harry decided to use his last precious moments wisely and turned his attention to face the person he'd been having an affair with for over a month now. His green eyes raked over the small, but still muscular, pale body that was half covered with dark grey sheets. Tilting his head slightly to get a better view, Harry could see the small curves and dips he'd been gripping tightly onto just hours ago. Harry's fingers twitched in temptation, feeling in an ache to touch them once more and he felt another ache in the lower region of his body.
Harry glanced at the time again, maybe he could.. No, he wouldn't let himself get sucked in more than he needed to be. He was all for taking a risk but right now he needed to think with his head, not his dick. Merlin knows how many close calls he'd faced this past month because of his hormones. Harry swallowed thickly, forcing his eyes to look upward towards the face he'd grown to admire, trying to ignore the boner forming under the sheets.
He admired the prominent jawline that was sharp enough to kill, blonde hair that looked silky to the touch as it fell carefully over the eyelids that hid the grey piercing eyes that Harry could never decipher. Harry felt his breath hitch, his heart speeding up as he continued to stare and admire none other than his rival, Draco Malfoy.
That's right, Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy had slept together, but this wasn't the first time and he had a feeling it wouldn't be the last. How many times it had been now? Harry had already lost count, not that he really bothered to keep track in the first place. The point was this had happened so many times that Draco was vastly becoming apart of his daily life now. He couldn't remember the last time he'd gone without seeing the blonde for longer than a day nor could he remember how things had turned in this direction, or what had caused this sudden spark of interest between the two of them.
Well, that was a lie actually. Harry did remember when things had gotten intimate between the two, it seemed so long ago at this point. A soft smile formed over Harry's lips as his mind drifted off to the vibrant memory.
It was nearing the end of September, Harry had been walking down a deserted corridor that would lead him to Gryffindor Tower. He had just finished serving a late night detention from Snape that consisted of scrubbing cauldrons without magic. It had taken him a grueling three hours of scrubbing that nearly made his hands bleed, it was only then Snape decided his hard work was 'satisfactory' and dismissed him without a second glance, leaving Harry to fume. He was still fuming since he didn't deserve the detention in the first place.
Well, that was a lie too, but Harry wouldn't admit that.
The reason he'd received detention was because Snape thought he hadn't been paying attention in potions class when he randomly called on Harry to answer a question. In Harry's defense though, the question had been difficult to answer but Snape was unfortunately right about him not paying attention. Harry hadn't been paying attention at all throughout the class. All his attention had been focused on his classmate Andrew Kirke.
He was a fellow Gryffindor who had tried out for the beater position a few weeks earlier and had somehow caught Harry's attention. Andrew had jet black hair, light chocolatey brown eyes, and a flashy smile, along with broad shoulders and a body fit for Quidditch. Harry had seen him around before but seeing him now, after summer, he felt a strange sense of attraction towards him. He'd never really had a crush on anyone other than Cho and certainly never had a crush on a boy for that matter but Harry found himself staring in his direction, admiring him and unable to look away. He'd been trying for a few days to understand what he was feeling towards him which lead to Harry to start questioning his sexuality. Unfortunately, Snape had seen his actions as daydreaming and punished him with a detention later on that week.
Harry was walking back to Gryffindor tower, his feet practically dragging across the floor from exhaustion. His head was bobbing from being so tired and he was frequently pushing his glasses to keep them from falling off his face. Harry flinched when he felt something sticky get stuck to his nose. He looked at his hands, they were raw and full of grime made of who-knows-what. Groaning in disgust and annoyance, Harry decided to stop by the boys' loo to wash his hands. He would've stopped in the girls since no one would ever know but Myrtle would likely cause a ruckus and Harry decided the extra detour would be worth it if he could avoid her. Besides, it didn't matter if he got a little side-tracked, Snape was kind enough to grant him a note if he were to be stopped by anyone since he had finished cleaning past curfew. So Harry changed his route and went off to find the boy's loo.
After what felt like an eternity, Harry finally came across it and sighed in relief. Even though he could use his note to get safely to his dorm, Harry still looked behind him to ensure that there were no teachers wandering around the halls. He was met with nothing but an eerie silence and an empty corridor. Without another pause, Harry slid in as quietly as possible wanting to be on his way quickly. Note or not, he didn't want to get scolded.
Harry left the door open as his trip would be quick. His footsteps echoed loudly as he strode across the floor to first sink he came the faucet on, Harry stuck his hands under the cool rushing water. He hissed when the coldness touched his throbbing hands, and he flexed them to get the blood flowing. After a minute, they seemed to come back to life and they didn't look so red and angry.
Harry closed his eyes, letting the water wash off the grime and ache. He stayed standing there for another minute or two before turning the faucet off to dry his hands. Harry reached for the towel but was interrupted though when the lavatory door closed with a loud click, startling him.
Jerking his head towards the noise, Harry had expected a teacher to be there but instead, it was Draco of all people. The blonde was leaning against the now closed door, a gleam in his eye that made all the alarms in Harry's head go off. Dropping the hand towel he'd been using and Harry's hand immediately reached for his wand but his stomach sank when remembered he didn't have it. It was up in his room on his bed stand, where he left it hours earlier before going to detention. Snape had told him to leave it as he wouldn't need it.
Thinking quickly, Harry shifted his body so his back pocket was hidden from view and he kept his hand placed over his pocket to give Draco the false impression he had his wand. If Draco saw that he was wandless, Harry would be screwed. His best option would be to keep the distance between them until the blonde left or Harry could manage to sneak around him. If Draco's bullying over the years taught him anything, it was that he wasn't so great at shooting curses and hexes from long distances.
"What do you want Malfoy?" Harry said harshly, trying to keep himself calm. If only he'd gone to the girl's loo instead. Myrtle's shrieks would definitely bring the attention he needed right now.
Draco had his arms crossed over his chest, a cold but calm look spread across his face. He was dressed in his usual casual clothing, black sweater with black pants to match. His hair wasn't smoothed back with gel and instead looked almost normal, ruffled even. His eyes flickered towards the sinks before going back to Harry. He made no movement for his wand that was sticking out of his front pocket, which both confused and surprised Harry. He'd had been expecting a fight or hex from his rival, not tense silence, which was making his stomach turn.
"Evening to you too, Potter." Draco's voice drawled out in a boring tone. His eyes flicked to Harry's hand. "I see you had a nice detention with Snape."
"What do you want Malfoy?" Harry asked again, ignoring him. He was hoping Draco would get his harassment over with so he could be on his way. "How'd you know I'd be here?"
"I happened to be passing by." Draco shrugged nonchalantly.
"I don't believe you." Harry said immediately. It was true. Draco was a manipulative liar and they both knew it. Harry studied his face for a moment but as usual, Draco gave nothing away. His unusual calm state was making Harry uneasy. It was just the two of them, alone, and Harry was wandless. It was like Draco was trying to have a normal conversation with him, probably trying to get him with the element of surprise.
"I don't care," Draco responded coolly. "I'm just here to ask something."
"Well, don't waste your breath." Harry snapped, his anger starting to brew, "What makes you think I'd answer you?"
He looked down at Draco's wand again. Why wasn't the blonde using it on him? This was a golden opportunity but yet his wand remained untouched. Unfortunately, Draco seemed to catch his eye and Harry realized he spoke to soon when he finally reached for it. Harry screwed his eyes shut, and prepared himself for whatever hex or jinx that might come his way. After all, he figured, he wouldn't be starting the year off right if he didn't land up in the hospital wing within the first month of school.
Instead of a burning sting or hot burn, Harry was startled when he felt a cold hand touch his own. Opening his eyes in surprise, Draco was standing in front of him, holding his hurting hand. He pointed the tip of his wand to the middle of Harry's palm and waved in the most delicate way.
"Episkey."
Immediately, the redness and ache disappeared from Harry's hand, a kind of cool relief spreading through it. Harry didn't know how to explain it any other way. It was like taking a step inside an air-conditioned home after spending time outside on a hot day. He looked up at Draco, confused but Draco didn't meet his eye. He continued to look down, avoiding Harry's gaze.
"Why'd you-" Harry started.
"Give me the other one." Draco interrupted, letting go of the hand he'd been holding, beckoning for the other. When Harry hesitated, Draco rolled his eyes, "I know you don't have your wand Potter, I saw your empty hand in the mirror when I walked in and we all know Snape forbids using magic during his detention."
Gritting his teeth at being caught, Harry reluctantly gave his other hand to him.
Draco held his wand once more and repeated the spell again. Harry felt the cooling sensation spread through again and he flexed his hands, making a mental note to remember to use that spell next time he landed a detention. It also brought up several new questions. Why was Draco, his sworn rival and bully, helping him?
Draco shifted away from Harry and tucked his wand away in his pocket before speaking.
"Better?" Draco asked, looking up at him at last. His expression was soft, non-threatening and it was now obvious he wasn't looking for a fight. Still, Harry was puzzled by his unusual civilness.
"Loads," Harry replied, flexing his hands once more. He looked at him questioningly, not really sure if he should thank him or not, but instead repeated his earlier question, "Why'd you do that?"
Draco shrugged and mumbled something under his breath that Harry didn't quite catch.
"What?"
"Nothing nothing," Draco said with a wave of his hand, "Unimportant."
"What do you want then?" Harry asked, annoyed with Draco's weird attitude. He shook his head, "Actually, nevermind. I don't care. Now move so-"
"Are you gay, Potter?" Draco asked quietly. The question hung thick in the air and Harry had to keep his jaw from falling open in shock.
"What?" Harry blurted out stupidly.
"I asked if you were gay. It's when someone likes someone else that's the same sex-"
"I KNOW WHAT IT MEANS." Harry snapped, feeling his face started to redden. Draco looked unaffected by his small outburst but he swore he saw a flash of amusement appear in his face before it disappeared just as quickly. "What the hell makes you think I'm gay?!"
"In potions," Draco said calmly, making Harry twitch, "You were staring at that loud-mouthed Andrew Kirke all period, it was kind of obvious if you ask me. So I wanted to ask you personally if Harry Potter was interested in doing naughty things with other boys."
"He's not-" Harry started, getting defensive over his crush but he quickly caught himself, "Not that it's any of your business but no, I'm not gay. I'm as straight as you, Malfoy. And I wasn't staring at Andrew because I don't fancy him."
Draco's lips curved into a smirk, but not the usual foul one he always wore. It made Harry uncomfortable to see such a playful teasing expression look so normal on the blonde. He felt a twinge of familiarity in his stomach at the look and an urge he didn't dare identify. Harry cautiously stepped back but didn't break eye contact. Even though he didn't like the way Draco was staring at him, he'd rather be damned than let Draco win in an eye-staring contest.
"What are you smiling for?!" Harry asked, trying to ignore the hammering in his heart, "I answered your question, so why don't you bugger off and stalk some other bloke?!"
"Potter," Draco said, "I didn't ask if you fancied him."
"What?"
"I didn't ask if you fancied Kirke." Draco repeated, "I asked if you were gay, but I think I have my answer now."
Harry felt the blood drain from his face, realizing his mistake. His mouth opened but no words came out. After all, what could he say? He'd just given himself away, a secret that made him question his sexuality. He hadn't even decided if he was gay or even bisexual. He hadn't even told his best friends yet and now the one that would be in on his secret would be his rival, who would surely use it against him. The only sound in the lavatory came from the leaking faucet and the pounding in Harry's chest he was sure was loud enough for all of Hogwarts to hear.
Trying to gather himself together, Harry shut the faucet off, no longer interested in whatever game Draco was playing. He felt worry nag at him though and he gripped the sink tightly, sighing deeply. He wouldn't be able to leave until he knew if he'd be needing to prepare himself or not.
"..Are you going to tell anyone?" Harry asked, looking at the blonde. He knew it was a childish, even pathetic, thing to ask. Draco wouldn't pity him, he hated him. He never had before shown remorse for him, aside from just now, so why would this time be any different?
Draco walked up to the sink next to him, leaning against it and he crossed his arms over his chest again. He glanced at Harry, his expression unreadable before he looked at the empty stall in front of him.
"No, because.." Draco paused, "..because I wouldn't want to be outed either."
Harry's jaw finally fell open in shock but he quickly closed it. Who was this person he was talking to? It was hard to believe that Draco was kind enough to offer a helping hand but to hear this, from him of all people.. Well, for the umpteenth time that evening Harry was surprised. Draco was still looking at the bathroom stall when Harry spoke up again.
"Malfoy.. are you-"
"I have an offer for you Potter," Draco said cutting him off, turning to look at him. "Follow your curiosity with me, through sex. No relationship, no ties, no loyalty, just sex whenever and wherever." Draco said this all somehow while keeping a straight face, meanwhile, Harry felt as if a bomb exploded in his mind.
"Through se-what? WHAT!?" Harry stammered out, blushing at his blunt use of language. "We-I can't-I've never-"
"It's a simple yes or no," Draco said. He shifted closer to Harry, his eyes burning into him. "Do you want to have sex with me? Yes or no?"
"I-I don't-" Harry stammered again, face flaring up even more at the closeness. He didn't know what to say, the last thing on his mind would be shagging Draco fucking Malfoy. "This isn't right-You're you and I'm me, I mean-not that you're not-I've never even had-"
Draco suddenly grabbed Harry by his tie and yanked him forward, pressing their foreheads against one another. Their lips brushed ever so slightly against each other and stayed, never straying away but never getting closer. Harry's words clung to his throat as he stared at those piercing grey eyes. He'd never been this close to Draco before, or anyone really. Harry's whole body felt like jelly and it felt like his heart would jump out of his chest.
"Potter," Draco said quietly, eyes flicking down to Harry's mouth, "Yes or no?"
Harry bit his tongue, trying to think of an answer but his body did it for him. He nodded, sealing the deal.
Draco's arms were wrapped around his neck in an instant and he pressed their mouths together. Draco's lips were soft and warm, moving smoothly over his. Draco pulled Harry so he was wedged between his legs, his lanky fingers finding their way into Harry's hair. Harry was startled at first but the feeling of Draco's lips against his made his body feel an emotion he knew he felt before but he couldn't remember where. The feeling engulfed him and before he knew what he was doing, Harry's eyes had slipped close and his hands slipped around Draco's waist, gripping him tightly. He pulled Draco against him as tightly as he could and held him. Even though Draco was taller than him by an inch or so, it was a comfortable position.
Draco's hot tongue traced over his lower lip, snatching it between his teeth making Harry whine all while his fingers tugged gently but firmly at Harry's messy locks. He clenched harder onto Draco's waist and shuddered when Draco's cold hands touched his neck. They kept kissing for another minute or so until the ache in Harry's pants and the feeling growing in his stomach was too much. They needed to stop.
Reluctantly, Harry broke the kiss. The both of them were breathing hard. They looked at each other for a moment, the soft look on the blonde's face made the urge in Harry's stomach grow. He badly wanted to go for another deep kiss but thought better of it. Draco seemed to think the same and he gently pushed the two of them apart, his hands resting on Harry's shoulders.
Harry moved away and shakily leaned back against the sink he had just been leaning over. His face felt hot, his heart was beating rapidly, and his legs were shaking. Harry had never kissed anyone before, he never even thought about what his first kiss would be like but yet, it had just happened. His mind was buzzing when he realized he wanted to kiss Draco again, and the thought of doing that terrified him. He glanced at Draco, who had his eyes screwed shut and had his fingers pressed against his lips. Was it his first kiss too? What was he thinking so hard about?
Harry looked away and bit the inside of his cheek, trying to think of something to say. He'd accepted Draco's offer, what would happen between them now?
"Uh-Malfoy?" Harry said shakily. What should he say? He licked his lips. "Um..What now?"
"Basilisk," Draco said softly, opening his eyes. He looked at Harry. "Right now, it's basilisk."
"What?" Harry asked confused, "Basilisk?"
"It's the password to Slytherin common room," Draco said smoothly, his cheeks tinged pink. "Go through the common room and take the staircase on the right, it's next to the fireplace, my room is the down the hall, last one on the left. Knock three times so I know it's you.." Draco paused, "Also the rules are as follows. There is no relationship between us. No intimate touches like kissing or hand holding, it's all just sexual. And especially; no catching feelings. You can stop this agreement when you've satisfied your desires." With one last look, Draco turned to leave.
"Then why did you kiss-" Harry stopped. "..I don't remember ever agreeing to your offer Malfoy."
Draco turned back to look at him, that faint smirk on his face. Harry felt his heart skip at the sight of it.
"You never declined it either Potter." His smirk grew, "Also, try not to get caught on your way back to your dorms? It'd be a shame if you landed another detention."
Harry tilted his head to the side slightly, brows furrowed, "What do you mean?"
Draco held up a piece of parchment which Harry recognized in an instant, his eyes widening. It was the pass Snape had given to Harry. His only solid excuse to be roaming around at this time of night. He turned his head and glanced down at his back pocket which was now vacant and noteless. When did Draco..that little snake. Harry turned back to shout at the blonde to give it back but he was met with an empty bathroom, Draco long gone. Sighing in frustration, Harry ran his fingers through his tousled hair before leaving the bathroom himself, now with extra precaution and a flushed face.
Just what had he gotten himself into?
The memory faded away from Harry's mind as he came back to reality. It had been almost a month since then, it was the end of October now, and Harry was hoping for more months to come. He still didn't know why he had taken on Draco's offer, but he had. He'd lost his virginity that night and he thought he would regret it the next morning but he hadn't. He left the dungeons with a bright smile on his face and that weird feeling in his stomach again.
There was something about him that kept Harry coming back. The feeling he had every time he was with him was something he couldn't really identify, but it was the feeling he felt whenever he returned to Hogwarts. The feeling of returning to something you were familiar with, but he couldn't explain why he felt this way around Draco or how it had started up so suddenly. This lead to many nightly escapades spent together. They always took place in Draco's own room, which he apparently had since he first came to Hogwarts. Harry wasn't surprised though, he had expected his family wanted Draco to have the best of the best and since Slytherin naturally had such small groups, there was probably plenty of rooms for everyone. He wouldn't deny he was a little jealous though since although he liked sharing a room with his closest friends, they were a handful sometimes.
Thinking of his roommates, Harry turned away from Draco's sleeping form and looked at the time. He felt his heart sink when he saw he had to go but he knew he couldn't push time off forever. Looking at Draco, who was still curled up on his chest, Harry slowly pulled himself away from his grip and slid out of the bed as silently as he could. Even though Draco had been the one to make the 'relationship' rules, he always seemed to be the one to break them and always curled up against Harry when he slept. Harry never said anything about it since he enjoyed the cuddling, it was a little secret he intended on keeping.
Quietly, Harry gathered up his discarded clothes before slipping into the bathroom to get dressed. It was cold when he entered and Harry felt a shiver crawl up his spine which encouraged him to get dressed quickly. He didn't care how nice Draco's bathroom was, it was too damn cold in the mornings and the less time he spent in it, the better.
Looking at himself in the mirror, Harry grimaced when he saw his hair was somehow messier than usual and tried to fix his hair it since it just rang out the look "I-had-sex-last-night." Harry caught sight of a small tub of gel on the sink and he picked it up, examining it. He couldn't help but smile when he saw vibrant letters "Sleekeazy's Hair Potion and Scalp Treatment" on the top. If only Draco knew a little more about who had manufactured this, he'd probably have given up on using this brand of gel a long time ago.
Setting the tub back down in its spot, Harry looked back into the mirror and tried to fix his hair. As he did, he noticed a bite mark that was near his jawline and frowned. He decided to get rid of it later, too tired to pull his wand out. Besides, he didn't care if his friends asked him about it. They knew he was fooling around with someone and it wasn't like he had to lie about sex marks before.
Fixing his collar so he could at least hide the mark, Harry left the bathroom fully-clothed and grabbed his invisibility cloak. He looked over at Draco once again, who hadn't moved an inch and continued to sleep peacefully. Harry quietly walked over to him and pulled the cover sheets over Draco. Harry wanted to touch him again badly, to kiss him like he did that first night or to feel him in any other way besides sexual but he decided against it. It was better this way, even though Harry didn't believe it.
However, the longer he looked at Draco's peaceful sleeping face, it wasn't long before his temptation overpowered him. Harry leaned over slowly and pressed his lips against Draco's forehead gently, bidding him a silent farewell. Another secret he intended on keeping to himself.
Harry didn't look back when he left, he was afraid he wouldn't leave if he did. Pulling the invisibility cloak over himself, he opened the door carefully and peeked out to make sure no one was around. When the hall was empty, Harry took his chance and left Draco's rooms, closing the door as quietly as he could. He flinched when it clicked rather loudly and glanced at the empty hall again, sucking in his breath.
After waiting for a moment, and when he was sure no one had heard him, Harry let out the breath he'd been holding before making his way to the common room. He went down the stairs slowly and skipped over the last one as it creaked horribly. Luckily, it seemed everyone was still in bed as the common room was vacant, and quiet which was a surprise to Harry. There was always one or two Slytherins asleep on the couch which made his leaving difficult but now, Harry was relieved that he didn't have to worry about someone hearing or seeing the portrait open. He left with no issue that morning.
Harry walked quickly down the hall away from the dungeon the only noise was the sound of his footsteps and his breathing. He needed to get to Gryffindor Tower as fast as he could so he could get a couple hours of sleep. His mind drifted back to Draco, already longing to go back but he forced himself to walk forward. No matter how much he wanted to, he knew he couldn't go back since Draco had made his feelings clear.
They weren't friends. They weren't in a relationship. They were simply exploring their sexualities with each other. At first, Harry had no issue with Draco rules but now it had become obvious he'd broken the most important one.
Harry had caught feelings for Draco.
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