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Harry sat up in the eighth year dorm. He, Ron and Hermione had decided to stay for eighth year, along with Dean, Seamus, Neville, some Hufflepuffs, Ravenclaws and Draco and Blaise from Slytherin. The eighth year's room was pretty much the same as Gryffindor tower.
When Harry had first saw his dorm, he had been surprised that it had seven beds, then soon found out that the Gryffindors where sharing with the Slytherin, which none of them were too happy about.
He was sitting near the end of his bed, crouched over his book. He groaned quietly and rubbed a spot on his back, right in between his shoulder blades.
"What's wrong, Potter?" Draco called from the other end of the dorm. They were the only ones there. Ron was on a date with Hermione, Neville was in Herbology, Blaise was off somewhere neither of them knew and Dean and Seamus where probably off snogging somewhere, as they had just come out.
Somehow, after the war, Draco and Harry weren't enemies anymore. They weren't exactly friends, but they weren't enemies.
"Nothing." Harry replied, not even bothering to look up. He felt the bed sink behind him as Draco sat down. He felt Draco hands on his shoulders.
"What are you-?" Harry cut himself off with a quiet moan as Draco pressed his fingers into the place on his back which was sore.
Harry's book slipped out of his fingers as he closed his eyes. He had to bite his lip to stop the moans that were threatening to come out, as Draco carried on.
About ten minutes later, Draco slowed down his fingers and let his hands drop off Harry's shoulders. "Better?"
Harry nodded breathlessly. "Much better." He said, picking up his book and throwing it off his bed.
"Yes, I'm rather talented like that." Draco smirked. Harry rolled his eyes and replied. "Yes, yes you are." He leaned back on his forearms and spread his legs in front of his, so that they were lying on his pillow.
Suddenly, Draco couldn't control himself anymore. He leant forward and pressed his lips onto Harry's. Harry's eyes widened before he closed them and wrapped his arms around Draco's neck, making himself fall slowly onto his back.
Draco shifted, so he was hovering over Harry, with his hands holding himself up, either side of Harry's head.
Draco pulled away slowly and they both sat up awkwardly. "That was weird." Draco stated, looking at Harry out of the corner of his eye. They both grinned and kissed again.
"Still weird?" Harry asked. Draco looked at him slyly.
They both answered at the same time.
"Yes."