Author: Wasted and Ready
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A Little Peep Never Hurt Anybody
"Potter?" Draco questioned, his eyes narrowing, "What did you do?"
"I… what?"
"You only eat Peeps when you messed up big time."
Harry and Draco sat cozy in the Room of Requirement. It was lavishly decorated in red and silver. The boys were currently snuggled deep into the cushions of a lush couch, surrounded by as many assortments of candies as you could buy in Honeydukes. Most of them were a Muggle Easter candy, marshmallows shaped as baby chicks and rolled in sugar. Draco thought they were repulsive but Harry hadn't stopped eating them since they got there.
"That's not true." Harry murmured, rubbing his tummy. Peeps made him have the worst stomach aches.
"You wouldn't stop eating them when you broke my irreplaceable heirloom, the Malfoy locket."
"That was an accident! You didn't tell me it was so fragile."
"I told you it was over a hundred years old, so I figured it was implied."
Harry's only response was viciously biting the head off a by standing Peep.
"What did you do?" Draco repeated, more forcefully.
"Er.. Well, I kinda sorta said I would go on a date with this guy on tomorrow… but it means nothing!" Harry added, after seeing the look that flitted across Draco's features. "Really! I don't want too! He practically Yoda mind tricked me into it!"
"He what?"
"Nothing," Harry said quickly, "I'll just go and get it over with and come back, right to you." Harry added effect by cuddling into Draco, resting his face in the crook of his neck.
"Who is it?"
"His name is Julian Rosen, he's in Ravenclaw."
"I don't know him… is he good looking?"
"Darling, he is a troll compared to you." Harry lifted his head to kiss him on the lips, giving them a little nip with his teeth before returning his head to his shoulder, wrapping his arms around his boyfriends tiny hips.
"You better not have fun." Draco said sulkily.
"I promise I won't." Harry said, smiling into Draco's neck.
Draco sighed and reached for a Peep.
…
Harry was nervously sitting in Three Broomsticks, nursing a butterbeer and desperately wishing for something stronger. He had arrived 15 minutes early, he never wanted so badly to be stood up.
"Hey, Harry." Said a happy voice behind him, he turned and saw Julian standing there in a tight light brown shirt, with what looked like a bands logo and a tight pair of light blue jeans. He looked good.
Harry sat there awkwardly, wondering if he should stand up and shake his hand or something. By the time he could make up his mind, Julian was already sitting next to him. He was ordering a butterbeer from Rosmerta, commenting on her stunning ruby bracelet. Her cheeks went the same color as she handed over the beverage.
Harry was brought back to earth when he asked, "Have you been here long?"
"Um, no, just a minute or two."
"That's good." A silence spread over them. Julian didn't seem to mind, he was just looking at Harry, with a little smile, occasionally looking away bashfully and taking a sip. He seemed to be perfectly comfortable with the silence. Harry's insides were churning.
"So, um, do you play Quiddich?" Harry finally couldn't take it.
"Yeah, a little. Not like my dad's wishes I would. He used to ride me pretty bad about it. He wants me to be a Keeper, just like he was. If I could be anything, I would be a Chaser."
"Why didn't you try out for your team, then?"
"I did," He said, smiling cutely, "But I didn't make it."
"Oh, I'm sorry."
"Don't be, it was my fault. I kept getting distracted by the other boy trying out… he was cute! I kept dropping the Quaffle whenever he would pass it to me, so of course he passed it to me as much as he could." Julian laughed, "He didn't make it either, so that shows him." Harry smiled back.
Conversation flowed from there, from Quiddich, to school and even to their childhoods. Harry only vaguely grazed the surface before asking Julian the same. He went into a story about growing up in a small town, down by the sea. His mum had run off with an American sailor when he was only four, never to be heard from again. His dad had raised him and his little sister alone.
"That must have been tough." Harry said sympathetically.
"It was okay," Julian shrugged, "My dad worked a lot, he's a Healer, so it was mostly just me and Lucy. We spent almost everyday down by the beach. We have a huge collection of seashells and driftwood, stuff like that. I'm pretty sure no one has ever built as many sand castles as me and Luc'."
"Sounds like you really love her." Harry smiled.
"Yeah, well, I practically raised her myself since my dad was never really around much."
"What year is she?"
"Oh, she doesn't go to Hogwarts. She's a squib." There was no disappointment or shame in his voice, just fact.
"I'm sorry." Harry said for a lack of a better thing to say.
"Yeah, she was pretty heart broken about it when we found out. But she goes to an art school in London now. She's an amazing painter. She really loves it there."
In what seemed like 15 minutes later, was really about three and a half hours. Their table was littered with butterbeer bottles. Harry had never talked to anyone like this before. It seemed like he had told him so much, but he still felt like they could easily talk for hours more, without running out of material. Plus, Julian was hilarious, Harry's abs hurt from laughing.
"Wow! It's almost six, wanna grab something to eat? Unless you have to get back to the castle?"
Harry thought quickly. He was meeting Draco at eight. That would be plenty of time to get back.
"Sure."
…
Harry and Julian were walking back up to the castle, a little after nine. Julian was rambling on about his trip to Italy when he was thirteen, and the boy, Paolo, who he lost his virginity to in Venice. Though it was a fascinating story, Harry wanted nothing more to sprint into the castle and find Draco.
They finally made it into the Entrance Hall and stood there looking at each other, a little awkwardly.
"Well, um, I had fun. I'll see you later." Harry said.
"Yeah, me too."
Julian's soft hand grabbed Harry's as he started to turn away, and gently pulled him back. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to Harry's. Harry's mind instantly went blank. He only registered how warm Julian's lips were. Julian opened his mouth a little and Harry could taste the sweet Butterbeer that still lingered in his mouth. His velvety tongue entered Harry's mouth briefly before he pulled away.
"See you around." He said quietly before turning and going down the corridor that led to the Ravenclaw tower.
As soon as he was out of sight, Harry started running towards the Room of Requirement.
He walked past three times focusing on I need to see Draco… I need to see Draco… I need to see Draco…
As soon as the door appeared, he threw it open. He walked in and saw Draco sitting on a window seat, overlooking the lake. The moonlight made him look angelic.
"Sorry I'm late." Harry said, panting slightly. "It went a little longer than I expected."
Draco made no sign of having heard him. Harry hesitantly made his way over to him until he was standing right next to him, leaning his knees on the side of the window seat.
"I missed you." He said, his voice almost a whisper. Draco finally looked up. His face was completely blank, Harry had no idea what he was thinking. He hated when that happened.
Draco stood, bumping Harry's knees back. They embraced, arms tight around each other. He pulled back a little, so their faces were centimeters apart. He gently brushed his lips against Harry's. He stood still for a minute.
"You kissed him." It wasn't a question.
Harry's stomach felt like he had swallowed a huge ice cube, an iron fist clenching over it. Draco took a full step back and started towards the door. Harry's hands reached out desperately, grabbing at the front of his shirt.
"No, no, Draco, don't go. It wasn't like that! It didn't mean anything!" Harry was begging and he didn't care.
He wrapped his arms around Draco as tight as he could. Draco tried to wiggle out of it.
"Draco, I don't like him. It didn't mean anything! I love you! I love you…."
Draco finally managed to throw him off, giving him a slightly disgusted look.
"Don't."
Harry didn't try to stop him as he turned again to leave. He walked out, the door closing silently behind him.
Harry fell back onto the window seat with a thump. He leaned his head forward, elbows on his knees. He didn't look quite as angelic as Draco did in the moonlight.
