Another eighth year fic. Really short and cheesy :) (in honor of my birthday being on Halloween I decided to write this)
If you search the halls of Hogwarts on Halloween, you would find none of the returning eighth years in sight. Majority of them were grouped together in the damaged but not broken, Room of Requirement.
The eighth years' return had sparked house unity amongst all of the younger years because the eighth years had decided to try new friendships with the other houses. It'd been strange for people who were there during the war to see the houses in such a unified state. Of course the first years blew right past this and all formed their own inter house friendships. Some of the professors even began to converse in manners that weren't hostile as they would have been prior to the war. Now I'm sure you're asking yourself, why? Well it's all thanks to Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy and the accepted handshake.
During the Welcoming Feast, after Headmistress McGonagall, directed her praises and acknowledged the wars losses, Draco Malfoy walked over to the Gryffindor table and stood behind Harry Potter. "Potter," He spoke with no malice in his voice. "Malfoy," Harry spoke back. "I think it's time we put back the past and make a friendly future yeah?" He asked and stuck his hand out. Harry looked from the hand to Draco's face and decided there was nothing at stake with the war being over so what would a little rivalry turned friends be. "I guess so." He replied and placed his calloused hand inside Draco's and shook it.
Everyone in the Great Hall were absolutely stunned to see two people who went down in history for the intensity of their hate, put their differences aside for something as great as friendship. Soon applause filled the hall and Draco blushed at the attention.
By the beginning of October, Harry and Draco had a relationship that was absolutely unbelievable. They were practically best friends and if you ever saw them you would wonder how the hell they weren't friends prior to the war. They walked each other to class, joked about the smallest stuff, and even studied together.
Some of the fourth and fifth years were settled on the idea that they were dating and every other year seemed to disagree. All the anger they had for those years turned to love! Nope! Some would claim.
By the time the first Hogsmeade weekend approached though, everyone had noticed how much closer the two were getting. "Draco I swear to Merlin, I'll hex your balls off if you do that again!" A couple of third years heard while they walked to Honeyduke's for the first time. They shared a look and shrugged.
But no one was more suspicious than Miss Hermione Granger. She believed Harry had always loved Draco and visa versa but they just had a weird way of showing it. Of course her and Ron were completely supportive of whatever their best friend chose to do. They had actually become fond of Draco in the time they were friends and thought he fit well in their group. That didn't diminish her thoughts though. Her and Pansy Parkinson had grown close and Pansy had told Hermione that Draco never wanted to be enemies with Harry, he just didn't know how to tell him and after the incident in sixth year he gave up hope in ever being Harry's friend.
Hermione took this information straight to heart and made the biggest assumption that anyone had ever heard. "He's in love with Harry." Pansy looked at her and nodded. They proceeded to devise a plan to get the two together. By Halloween, all the eighth years-excluding Draco and Harry- were in on the plan to get the two together.
This is the reason many eighth years were in the Room of Requirement on Halloween night. They had decided to host a costume party and they would play normal teenage games throughout the night. But the one thing wrong was the two people they needed to be there, weren't.
Harry's POV
Draco and I were in the eighth year common room cuddling on the couch in front of the fire. "Are you sure you don't want to go to that party?" Draco's cold breath met my ear and I shivered at the contact. "No. They're going to try to get us together. They think I don't hear them talking about it and its frustrating that I just can't say it." Draco sighed and I turned around so that I was straddling him. "Why don't you then?" He softly asked and his beautiful silver eyes met mine. "You wouldn't mind?" I whispered as my lips ghosted over his. "You're my boyfriend. You, of all people, are dating me. Why would I not?" He whispered back and I pressed my lips to his. He quickly kissed back and his hands that were residing on my thighs moved up to my hips where he gripped them as if his life depended on it. Yet no matter how hard he held me, it would always be gentle to his soft hands.
"I think you have a problem." I whispered in his ear before standing and pointing to his pants. He sighed. "No help?" I shook my head. I leaned down to his ear and spoke, "I don't think we'd make it to that party if I did." He shuddered and I smirked. "Fine." He muttered and went to his dorm and I went to mine to shower and change.
When we both exited the eighth year common room, we weren't in costumes or anything like that. We just had on muggle attire, in which Draco looked hot. "You look hot in that shirt. I'd like to see how you look without it." I told him and he laughed. "Your puns are horrible Potter." "It's Potter now yeah?" I teased and he lightly punched my shoulder.
When we stood in front of the Room of Requirement, I let his hand go. "You ready?" He asked. "As I'll ever be." I muttered and the door appeared. Draco walked in first and I walked in behind him. The party kicked off 45 minutes ago so everyone was already having fun in different areas of the room but when we walked in all eyes turned to us. I blushed under the gazes and tried to ignore them as they followed me to the punch table. Draco was right behind me and I turned to him. "I'm scared." I muttered.
"You're scared?" Draco asked in a caring tone and I nodded. He pulled me in to a hug and I felt his hands slide up and down the small of my back. He's the only person that knows this calms me down and I couldn't help the kiss that I pressed to his neck. After a while, I pulled away and looked up at him. "Ready?" He asked and I nodded.
Third Person POV
Draco grabbed Harry's hand and led him to the dance floor. At that moment a slow song started. What the hell. Isn't this a Halloween party? Draco thought and softly chuckled to himself. "They planned this." He whispered to Harry and Harry nodded. "I'd really like to ruin their plan yeah?" Harry nodded and smirked. Draco dipped his head to meet Harry's level and smiled slightly before capturing Harry's lips in a kiss. Harry's hands moved to Draco's hair and Draco's hands moved to Harry's waist. They pulled each other closer and couldn't get enough of each other. They were so caught up with their own business that they didn't notice the gasps that quickly turned to cat calls and wolf whistles. When they pulled apart though, they smirked.
"Shall I help you with that problem?" Harry asked breathlessly. "I wanted you to help all day Potter." Draco replied and they left the room to handle much more private business.