After Draco stormed out of the astronomy tower Harry put his cloak back on and went back to the Gryffindor tower. He threw his cloak onto the floor, pulled off his sweater and pants before collapsing onto his bed. His brain didn't seem to be working. Draco Malfoy had... Draco. Malfoy. The Draco Malfoy had put his lips on Harry's. They... what?
None of it made any sense. First and foremost he didn't even know Draco was gay. Or... was he? There had been so many rumors about Draco sleeping with pretty much every girl in Slytherin, but on the other hand he had shoved Pansy away. And there was the damning evidence of him kissing Harry.
But none of that really mattered because Harry wasn't gay. ...Right? No. He liked girls. He'd had crushes on Cho and Ginny. They never actually did anything other than kissing, but that wasn't his fault. And he'd never been attracted to a guy before. Okay, maybe he'd had a few dreams about the Weasley twins when he was younger, but he was just a horny teenager. That didn't mean anything.
Not to mention the issue of Draco and Harry hating each other. They did not like each other, especially not like that. Harry groaned and rolled over on his bed. He shoved his face in his pillow and tried to forget everything that happened. Surprisingly enough, sleep came.
The next morning when Harry walked into the Great Hall, his eyes automatically went to the Slytherin table. He was surprised to find Draco was already staring at him. Their eyes met briefly before Draco's eyes dropped to his food.
Harry shook his head and followed his friends over to the Gryffindor table. All throughout breakfast Harry couldn't help but glance across the room at Draco, but every time he did Draco made a point of looking away.
About the 50th time Harry made awkward eye-contact with him, Draco threw his fork onto this plate and stood up. His friends looked at him like he was crazy, but he simply cursed at them and stormed out of the room.
Harry turned to Hermione and Ron who were bickering as usual. "I'm going to head to class early" he told them. He didn't wait for their response, he just stood up and followed Malfoy.
He wasn't very far behind Draco, and he wasn't very sure if he knew Harry was following him or not. He got his answer a moment later when Draco walked into a room and Harry followed him only to find they'd walked into a broom closet. The door barely closed behind him when Draco grabbed his shoulder and slammed him against the door and pointed his wand at his chin. "Following me, Potter?" he spat "guess somethings never change, huh?"
"Get this thing out of my face" Harry bit out as he grabbed Malfoy's hand and pushed it down to their sides, but Draco left his hand on Harry and his face only a few inches from his. "I wanted to talk to you."
Draco snorted before shoving Harry against the door once again and taking a step away from him. "Sure you're not going to try and snog me again Potter?" he said.
"What?" Harry exclaimed. "You kissed me."
"Why would I do that?" Draco asked, his voice angry.
"I don't bloody know, that's what I wanted to talk to you about!" Harry defended. Draco simply crossed his arms and stared. "Have you completely lost your mind?" Draco simply kept staring. "I thought you hated me."
Draco took a step closer and got in Harry's face. "I do!" he yelled "I hate you, Potter! I hate you!"
"Then why did you kiss me?" Harry yelled back.
"I- I-" Draco started, but instead of finishing his sentence he leaned forward, capturing Harry's lips once again. This time, Harry had time to react and he was surprised to find that he melted into the kiss. His hands instantly went to Draco's hips and pulled him closer so their bodies were flush against each other's. Draco put his hands in Harry's hair and smashed their lips together repeatedly.
He felt Draco's tongue slip into his mouth and before he could help it he let out a small groan. It was almost too much for Harry to handle, his entire body was on fire. He'd never felt like this before. Reality crashed back in when Harry felt something hard against his hip, and realized he was just as excited.
Harry pushed Draco away and let go of his hips. "Malfoy, what're you doing?" he asked between heavy breaths. He adjusted his pants in a lame attempt to hide his situation.
Draco on the other hand, made no attempt to hide his situation and the bulge in his pants stared Harry in the face. The one that he had caused.
Draco looked like he was having some type of internal battle. "I- I don't know" he said quietly. He shook his head slightly. "I have to get to class" he mumbled before shoving his way past Harry and out of the closet.
Harry went to transfiguration feeling a lot of different things, but mostly he was angry, confused, and very very much turned on. He sat down next to Hermione and adjusted his pants once again. "Harry are you alright?" Hermione asked "you look uncomfortable."
Harry felt his cheeks burn red. "Um, no. I'm fine" he mumbled.
"Are you sure?" she insisted.
"Yes, Hermione. I'm fine" Harry said. Hermione opened her mouth to object, but Professor McGonagall started teaching so she immediately started scribbling notes, which Harry was thankful for. He didn't feel like talking about what had just happened. He didn't even understand it, he didn't think he could explain it to someone else.
What had just happened, that was... different from the kiss last night. It was way more heated and Harry actually like it, as much as he hated to admit it. He had never thought that kissing a guy could feel like that, let alone Malfoy. He'd never thought of himself as gay, but he'd never felt like that with Cho or Ginny. Could he really deny it to himself any longer?
Although, apparently Malfoy could. It was really weird how he was trying to insist that Harry had made the first move when it was obviously Draco who came onto Harry both times. Harry groaned and rubbed his temples.
Okay, so maybe Harry was gay, but that didn't mean he was gay for Malfoy. That was just... ridiculous. Malfoy was a jerk, and sure Harry didn't want him dead but that didn't mean he wanted to be making out with him in broom closets.
Okay, maybe he did want to make out with him in broom closets, but that didn't mean he wanted a relationship or anything. Harry groaned once again and Hermione shot him a look of concern. Harry forced a small grin and Hermione went back to her notes. Harry picked up his quill and tried to take notes even though he darn well knew he wouldn't be able to concentrate on anything other than a certain Slytherin.
That night Harry wasn't surprised that he couldn't sleep. He found himself wandering towards the astronomy tower once again. No, not because he thought Draco would be there. Nope.
Despite that fact, his heart did skip a beat when he saw Draco sitting on the ledge with his feet dangling over and hands neatly folded in his lap.
He was contemplating taking off his cloak when he tripped and fell with a loud crash. Malfoy visibly jumped at the noise and turned his head around. Obviously he didn't actually see Harry since he was still under his cloak, but apparently he knew something because he said "Merlin Potter you nearly gave me a heart attack."
Harry awkwardly stood up and pulled off his cloak. "Sorry" he mumbled as he walked over next to Draco. He gave Draco a small glance as if silently asking if it was okay for him to sit.
Draco rolled his eyes. "Sit, Potter" he said.
Harry sat down, leaving about a foot of space between them. "Okay" he said "but if you're looking for another snog you're out of luck."
Draco snorted, but Harry swore he saw a blush creep up his neck. "You wish Potter" he said.
They were quiet for a while and it was a bit awkward, but for some reason Harry didn't want to leave. After a solid five minutes of awkward silence, Harry said "can I ask you something?"
Draco didn't even look at Harry, he simply nodded.
"Why could you see theresals 6th year?" he asked. At this, Draco turned his head to look at Harry. Clearly he hadn't been expecting that. He was probably expecting something more a long the lines of why do you keep snogging me when you're supposed to hate me and oh are you gay? But Harry wasn't sure he wanted to get into that, and he figured some conversation period would be good. Plus, he was curious about the theresals situation.
Draco seemed to collect himself because he went back to staring out at the night sky instead of Harry. "My house was the meeting place for the Dark Lord and his followers, why do you think?" he said simply. His voice was so detached it made Harry cringe on the inside.
"Oh" was all he could think to say. He knew of course that Malfoy Manor was a meeting place for death eaters, but he'd never thought of the fact that Draco had to live there. The things he must have seen... "I know what it's like" he blurted out. Draco looked at him and raised an eyebrow. "I mean, not to have somewhere nice to go home to."
Draco gave a tiny shrug. "I have Hogwarts" he said quietly "that's why I came back this year. Hogwarts is my home, not that god awful place."
Harry simply stared for a moment, that was exactly how he felt about Hogwarts. Harry gave a nod in response, and once again silence fell over them.
"So are we supposed to snog now?" Harry asked, and to his surprise Draco laughed. It was a genuine laugh, and Harry realized he's never heard Draco really laugh. Sure, he'd heard him laugh condescendingly or bitterly after teasing Harry, but that was different. This one was much... nicer.
"I'm not gay Potter" Draco said.
"Neither am I" Harry defended, and Draco turned to look at him when he said it. They lock eyes and Harry honestly doesn't know who leaned in first, but their lips were together a second later. They scooted closer so they could wrap their arms around each other. Once again Harry was surprised by how much he enjoyed it, the feeling of Draco's soft lips against his, the taste of his tongue in his mouth, and the soft touches of Draco's hands on his neck.
The boys started to scoot backwards so their legs weren't dangling over the edge anymore and they were lying on their sides, their bodies pressed against each other's and their legs tangled together. Their bodies ground against each other's and Harry felt himself get hard.
Draco flipped Harry onto his back to straddle him, and Harry felt Draco's erection grind against his. Before he could stop it, he let out a moan. In response, Draco bit down on his lower lip and ran his hand down Harry's chest. His hand went down Harry's stomach and to waistband of his trousers. Harry felt his breath catch as Draco started to fiddle with Harry's belt and then-
"Come on there's no one up here."
It only took Harry a second to recognize the voice as Ron's followed by Hermione's "Ronald, we're not even supposed to be out this late."
Harry practically shoved Draco off of him, not that Draco was complaining. He looked mortified. As Harry searched for his cloak he could still hear Ron and Hermione bickering.
"So? We've broken curfew a million times."
"That was different! We did that to stop Voldemort!"
Did Harry imagine it, or did Draco just flinch when Hermione said Voldemort? That didn't really matter in that moment, what mattered was not getting caught snogging his enemy by his two best friends. Harry pulled his cloak on and threw it over his shoulders. He pulled Draco close and whispered "you can get under my cloak if you want."
Draco shrugged him off. "I'm fine Potter" he whispered and he glanced around for a second before adding "tomorrow night. Room of Requirement. Midnight." With that, he turned and strode towards the stairs. He passed Ron and Hermione on the way who looked horrified to see him there, but he just flashed a smirk and said "up here for a midnight shag? Make sure to use protection, you'd make god ugly babies." Ron looked like he was about to punch Malfoy, but Harry didn't stay to see. He slipped past them all under his cloak of invisibility and went straight to bed. He needed time to think.
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