He stood there for a moment, trying to process what just happened. McLaggen had the audacity to kiss him and he wasn't getting away with it.
Draco brought a hand up to his lips, touching them gently as he stared at the door in front of him. Luckily it didn't seem like he was going to come after him and insist on walking him back to the dorm. But how dared he. He was clearly not interested in him, yet he still thought it was a good idea to kiss him. Those Gryffindor's got worse with each passing day. At least Potter wasn't trying to kiss him.
Now that would be disgusting.
The sound of footsteps brought Draco back to reality. He was in the middle of the dark hallway, dressed up and smelling of alcohol. If he got caught now, who knows what would happen. They'd tell his father at least, who would not be very happy to hear about Draco being out partying all night.
He noticed a light at the end of the hallway, most likely from a wand of a professor checking to see if everyone were in bed and not wandering around, or partying. Draco quickly, but quietly, walked across the hall, hiding behind the corner as he noticed the light coming closer.
All he had to do was wait there until the professor walked past so he could slip past and get back to the dorm. Hopefully whoever it was wasn't planning on taking a left, but instead continuing down the hall.
As the light got closer, lighting up the spot where the door leading to the Room of Requirement had been a few minutes earlier, Draco took a few steps to the side, pressing his body up against the wall to stay out of sight. He couldn't see who it was yet, and if he had to pick, he'd pick Snape over any of the other professors. He'd have a better chance of getting out of trouble if it was him.
It wasn't professor Snape, instead it was McGonagall. Draco pressed harder against the wall. If she saw him, it was going to be McLaggen's fault. He made him leave after all. Slytherin was not losing points, and possibly the house cup, because that imbecile kissed him. How was he supposed to explain that? "Oh, yeah, it's a funny story actually. McLaggen kissed me and I left the party, then I got caught and lost all our house points."
He didn't get caught though. McGonagall walked right past him, continuing down the hall. Draco sighed quietly in relief, stepping away from the wall. After making sure McGonagall was out of sight, he started walking in the other direction. He did pause by every corner though, just to make sure no one was around before walking down the halls.
Eventually he was back at the dorm. It was empty as everyone else were still at the party. They'd be gone for at least an hour or so probably. After changing out of his button up and trousers, he got under the covers. The incident, though the entire night could've counted as one big incident, by the door was still haunting him. How dared he. You don't just go around and kiss people, especially people that are clearly not interested in you.
What if someone saw it? Someone must have seen it, there's no way not a single person saw it. At least one person must have seen the two. What if they started thinking he and McLaggen were something? What if they thought he liked him? His reputation would be ruined. What would his father say? McLaggen was a Gryffindor.
McLaggen was a guy.
A male.
People were going to think he was gay. Great. He couldn't wait for that rumour to be spread around the school.
Eventually the blonde fell asleep. The kiss was even haunting his dreams. All he could see that night was that face and those lips, leaning in way too close for comfort. The kiss in the dream was a lot worse though. It lasted longer, like it was the real kiss in slow motion. Draco pulled away from this one too, just way later.
And there was also something else that was a lot different in the dream, that was definitely not the case in real life.
He liked it.
He actually liked the kiss in his dream. That Draco wasn't cursing McLaggen out, pushing him away or storming out. He was smiling. He enjoyed it. Did that mean he'd liked it in real life too?
No, absolutely not. It was disgusting. He'd rather go outside and eat some grass than kiss him again. Hell, he'd rather kiss Blaise, or even Pansy. Maybe even Crabbe and Goyle, but not McLaggen. Definitely not.
It was a relief to wake up, meaning he wouldn't have to suffer through that dream. He'd seen enough of McLaggen's face, thank you very much. And he didn't have to see the Gryffindor that day, unless the guy decided to come over to the Slytherin table. He wouldn't have to see him at all really. They weren't in the same house and the guy was at least a year older.
What would make it even better would be that no one saw them and there were no rumours about them.
He really believed no one had seen them. No one said anything about it as they went to get breakfast. No one said anything during breakfast. Not a single word involving kissing or McLaggen. It seemed like the incident was going to be left in the Room of Requirement, forgotten forever hopefully.
And then this happened.
"Good morning."
Draco recognised that voice. How couldn't he? It was the same voice he'd been listening to the night before, the same one that'd been complimenting him, calling his eyes moons, his hair pretty, him cute and the list went on. It was him. Cormac McLaggen. The most intrusive, annoying person he'd met in his life that also thought it was a good idea to kiss him. On the lips. With his own lips. In front of everyone.
Pansy looked up from her breakfast from the other side of the table, followed by a few others, probably all wondering what he was doing there. Draco placed his fork down with a sigh. Here he was, hoping he wouldn't have to deal with that guy again, thinking he had gotten a bit too much to drink and that he'd hopefully forgotten all about him, but no. He just had to bother him that day too.
Everyone who was currently not busy eating or talking to their friends, glanced over at Draco, back up at McLaggen and over at Draco again, some looking a bit confused. Draco knew this person? From Gryffindor? Draco Malfoy?
After a moment, Draco picked his fork back up and continued eating, choosing to ignore the guy he could feel standing behind him in hopes he would leave him alone. It didn't seem like he was leaving, judging by the looks Pansy was sending over his head and the fact that he could practically feel him looking.
"Oh for fuck's sake," the blonde boy mumbled to himself as he got up, turning around to confront him. "Go away. How desperate are you exactly? Don't you get that I don't want anything to do with you," he spat, taking a step closer. "You're all up in my personal space, you never leave me alone, your compliments as you like to call them are just pathetic and I don't want to ever see your stupid face anywhere near me again. Is that clear?"
Draco was standing right in front of him now, his arms crossed over his chest. "And don't you dare putting those lips on me or near me ever again," he added, quietly so none of the students watching would hear him. "Unless you're interested in that black eye."
McLaggen almost looked surprised, clearly not expecting that outburst. What had he expected though? A kiss? A; "Oh yeah, please embarrass me in front of the entire school and ruin my reputation."?
They stood and looked at each other for a moment. The other male's expression was a mix between confusion, which confused Draco just as much as he confused him, and.. hurt? The guy was clearly not used to being rejected.
The punch came out of nowhere. Draco hadn't expected the other to punch him. He was clearly into him, or just interested in a casual shag, so why would he punch him?
He stumbled backwards, bringing a hand up to touch his face. The audacity he had. One day he spoiled him with compliments, even kissing him, and the next day he was punching him for rejecting him. Those Gryffindors were just a bunch of lunatics, weren't they?
Blaise was the first to do something, bringing a napkin with him for him to wipe away the blood he could feel was pouring from his nose. It hurt like hell. "Are you okay?" he asked, pressing the napkin to Draco's nose, which hurt, but it was either that or just letting the blood run freely. "What's his problem?"
"I'll explain later," Draco replied, grabbing the napkin so he could go sit back down.
"Just make sure he pays for that."