This is unbeta-d, and finished at midnight. So its probably filled with mistakes and stuff. Sorry, I just wanted to get it up.
It's also much shorter than usual, but it seemed like a good place to end it. So I did.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I do have a job, though, so hopefully I will be owning some stuff soon. Its unlikely to be Harry Potter though.
'Quick.' Harry grabs Draco as soon has he walks in the door, pressing their lips together.
'Fuck, Potter! Eager, are we?'
'You have no idea.' Harry growls. They've been meeting in the Room of Requirement for weeks now. Not at any set times, just whenever they feel like it- though it has been most evenings. Harry is always there before Draco, but usually he doesn't mind waiting. The room always provides a sofa for him, some books, or somewhere to do his homework. Tonight, though, he's been desperate for Draco to arrive.
'What's wrong, Potter? You're not normally this-' Harry pushes Draco onto the sofa. '-forceful. What's happened?'
'Less talk, more kissing.' Harry snaps, and as soon as he's said the words, he regrets them. Draco can't stand being told what to do; any show of dominance on Harry's part puts him off. Sure enough, Draco shoves Harry with enough force to send him flying.
Harry, from his new position on the floor, glares at the blonde. He's been waiting for this for ages. 'What's your problem?'
'The problem is, Potter, that you never act like this. So what has happened?' Draco demands. He's got that look in his eye that tells Harry they'll be no more kissing until he's talked.
'Why do you care?' The Gryffindor asks mulishly.
'Because I'm the one who will have to deal with your shit when you realize your acting like a prick now.' Even through his anger, Harry knows that complying now will pay off later. Hopefully.
'I was talking to Ron earlier.' Draco just looks at him. 'He's asking why I haven't asked Ginny to Hogsmeade on the Halloween weekend.'
'This weekend, isn't it?'
'Yeah.'
'Hasn't he grasped yet that you're not dating Ginny any more?'
'Well.' Harry shifts slightly, foot to foot. 'Technically, we are still dating. I mean, I've barely spoken to her the past month, but we haven't officially broken up.' Well. Draco actually looks annoyed.
'Why the hell not?'
'Why does it matter? You're still screwing around with other people, aren't you?'
'You're not fucking the Weasley though. You're not doing anything with her. You might as well dump the stupid girl, and give someone else the chance.' Harry doesn't miss the fact that Draco didn't say he was with other people.
'We'll break up soon enough. Or… you know, just drift apart. Like Cho and I did.' The Malfoy rolls his eyes at that.
'Potter, you two haven't spoken in a month. How much further are you planning to drift?' Harry shrugs.
'I don't know how to dump someone, alright? Like I said, Cho and I just fell apart. And when Ron dumped Lavender…well, she's still looking for ways to poison his food.'
'For fucks sake, Potter! It's not that difficult. You don't even have to be a bastard about it. Just trot out that crap about how it's not her, its you, and all that shit. She's stupid enough to eat it up.'
'Can we please stop talking about this, and get back to… you know…'
'No.'
'Why not?!'
'Because you made me think about the Weaselette. And nothing is a bigger turn off than the Weaselette. All that pale, freckly, ginger… It doesn't bear thinking about.' Harry crossed, sat down next to Draco on the sofa, who immediately put his legs across Harry's lap.
'Give me a foot rub.'
'I don't know how.'
'You get the foot, you rub it. Hence the reason it's called a foot rub. Do it for me Potter, and at the end I'll suggest a way out of the Weasley mess.' That was incentive enough. Harry gingerly removed Draco's show and sock, began to knead the foot.'
'So, Potter. I've been wondering for a while now. Does the Weasley- your male one- does he have freckles on his dick? Because, you know, that would imply he's been out in the sun, naked.'
'Draco!' Harry immediately let go of the foot. 'That's disgusting! Why the hell would you be thinking about that?' Draco kicked him.
'Rub. Because, I don't know. I have an over active imagination. Does he?'
'No. I don't think, anyway. I don't really get close enough to see.'
'You don't? I always figured you two were giving each other nightly blowjobs in the Gryffindor dorm. Engaging with threesomes with Longbottom.' Harry felt slightly sick.
'No! Hell, no!'
'Oh.' Draco stretched lazily, nudged Harry with his foot again. 'Don't tell Blaise that, I already owe him 18 galleons.'
'You had a bet with Zambini that Ron and I were involved?'
'I have a bet with Zambini about almost everything that goes on in Hogwarts. What else is there to spend money on here? Its quite strange, most of them I'll win, but any bets we place on you, he always manages to win. Annoying, too.' Harry felt very weird.
'You bet on me?'
'Yep. Currently, we have the Weasley bet- and like I said, if, for any reason, you find yourself engaging in friendly conversation with him don't bring it up. Also, how many detentions you get this year, how many times you'll nearly get expelled, whether you'll survive this year, whether your sleeping with the Weasley and Granger, whether your fucking McGonagall, and whether your actually Snapes sex slave. Actually, you'd better tell me I'm wrong about the last three, because if any one of them is true, you can get your hand off my foot right now.' Harry looked at Draco, face drawn.
'You bet on whether I'll survive the year?'
'Yeah.' Draco hesitated. 'Actually, that's the only bet Zambini ever loses. I always bet you'll have a near death experience, but survive. You're too pig-headed to die on us, Potter.'
'So you think I'll live?' there was another pause.
'Yes. Like I said, you're too stubborn to do anything else.'
" 'You might not even survive that long… you know, you never can tell..'
Ginny's words echoed in his head. Abruptly, Harry bent down, captured Draco's lips, and kissed him, softer than they usually did. Draco moved his legs off Harry, and Harry rolled slightly, so he was lying on top of Draco. The blonde wrapped his arms around Harry's neck, and the Gryffindor braced himself on his elbows so he didn't crush the smaller boy. Harry knows they don't kiss often, usually stick to blow or hand jobs, but this is what he wants, right now, and Draco certainly isn't offering any resistance. Almost hesitantly, Draco moves his hands to Harry's robes, starts to undo them. Harry lets the boy strip him to the waist, but when his hands go to his trousers, he stills them.
'Not now… I don't want to…' It's getting increasingly difficult to stop Draco before they end up doing more than Harry wants… not because Draco is pushing him, but because he wants it more and more each time. He doesn't, however, want to lose his virginity to someone he doesn't love.
'Ok.' Draco pushes him away slightly again. 'Then stop there.'
'We can just…' Harry smiles hopefully, but Draco sighs.
'No, Potter, we can't "just" anything.' He looks pointedly down at his tented robes. 'I've told you before Potter, we can't "just" after you've said stop, because otherwise I'll go further than you want to.' Harry grins.
'Bless. You want to protect my virtue.' Draco jabs him in the ribs for that.
'Fuck your virtue. I want to protect myself from the screaming fan girls who will be after my blood if I de-flower their precious hero.' Harry just keeps grinning, and gets off of Draco, sitting back up on the couch.
'So, then, Einstein. What's your brilliant plan for getting Ginny off my back?'
'Who the fuck is Einstein? Never mind. My plans brilliance is in its simplicity. You know Loony Lovegood, right?'
'Yeah…' says Harry, wearily. In his experience, anything that starts with Luna is not simple.
'She's friends with Ginny. So, I ask her to tell Ginny to break up with you. Easy peasy.'
''Why would Ginny listen to her? For that matter, why would Luna listen to you?'
'Mini-Weasel will listen to Lovegood because she is a stupid twat who can be manipulated by anyone who knows which buttons to push- stop making that huffing noise- and Loony will listen to me because I will ask her as a friendly favour.'
'Why would Luna do you a friendly favour? And stop insulting Ginny.'
'You know I'm right. And because Loony and I are… friends, I supposed.' Harrys jaw dropped.
'You…and Luna? Friends?'
'Why the hell are you so surprised? I thought you liked Lovegood.'
'I'm surprised she likes you!'
'Why is that so odd? You like me, and we're less alike than Lovegood and I.'
Harry fell silent. He did like Draco. That was weird.
'I always thought you went for saner friends.'
'I'm friends with you, aren't I? And who could be insaner than you? Anyway, Lovegood is ok. Just has a really big imagination. Everyone has flaws.'
'Even you?' Harry teased.
'No. I'm perfect.' Draco stretched his legs back across Harrys lap. 'Rub again. You weren't awful at that, you know.'
'Wow, thanks. Don't over do it on the compliments, Malfoy.' Draco smirked.
'Don't worry, I won't. That's the last one you're getting for a while.' Harry just rolled his eyes.
'So, what made you say I like you?' he questioned, massaging Draco's left foot.
'Potter, you're always here when I am, you don't hesitate to get on your knees for me now, and you confided in me tonight with out too much prompting on my part.'
'Yeah, but…' Harry hesitated, not wanting to end this peace between them. 'You always come here in the evenings. You get down for me with minimal whining, and you talk to me, too.' Draco went very still under Harrys hands, and he thought he'd pushed it too far.
'I suppose… you're tolerable, Potter.' The Slytherin muttered, after what seemed like an age. 'I'm not saying we're exclusive, or anything, and I'm certainly not saying that if a better offer came along, I wouldn't leap for it- but I wont deny that I am disinclined to bring an end to our current situation.'
'So, in regular peoples terms…' Draco sighed.
'I suppose you could say I like you.'
No smut today. Sorry.
