"I don't know what else to say, Andromeda." Harry huffed, his head flopping into his hands. "I'm so confused...and my head hurts."
"You were very warm last night. Very comfy." she hissed at him, curled up on his pillow.
"Probably cuz I was so embarrassed." he groaned. "Humans do that; our skin gets warm."
Ron decided to show up next to him then. "Cuz you were embarrassed, or turned on?" he smirked.
"Not now Ron, unless you've got something for my head."
Ron kept the next remark to himself, handing over a glass of orange juice. "Hermione gave me these too for you." He dropped two pain relievers into Harry's outstretched hand.
"She's a life saver, that one." He quickly swallowed them and downed the rest of the drink.
"If it makes you feel any better," he kept going, sitting on the bed next to Harry, "nearly all of the eighth years didn't show up to breakfast this morning, and a good number of seventh years too."
Harry carefully laid his head next to Andromeda, who promptly curled up next to his neck. "At least it's Saturday, so no classes. Anything else going on?"
Ron chuckled a little. "If you mean 'is anyone talking about you and Malfoy' then not yet cuz they're all in bed hungover."
Harry closed his eyes in relief, well a little relief. Gossip spread pretty quick and he knew by tomorrow night it was going to be a HUGE topic of conversation. It might even be a headline on Monday's school paper: Potter and Malfoy: Enemies turned Lovers?...or some shit like that. "Ron, I need help."
Ron raised his hands in a helpless gesture. "Don't look to me for advice, mate. I got nothin'."
"Why, is anything wrong?" Dromeda spoke.
"Yes something's wrong." he answered in a way of translating before Ron asked. "I was caught kissing another guy. And not just any guy," he groaned, closing his eyes as his head pounded a bit, "but a guy that we've been fighting with since we first came to this school."
"Is the fighting in the past? Or are you still fighting?"
"What did she say?" Ron asked. Harry translated before falling silent to think.
"I think...well from the way things have been the last couple weeks….I think the fighting is done."
"So why is it a problem now?"
"Ron, Andromeda is being reasonable and I'm not liking it." He translated and they both laughed. Then he let out a heavy sigh. "Perhaps I should talk to him. Maybe it was just the firewhiskey last night." Ron raised an eyebrow but did a one-shoulder shrug in response. "That's what I'll do. But I'll need a little bit of luck."
I pulled back one of the curtains and Draco groaned at the sudden light. Then he saw me and scoffed, "What do you want, Potter?"
I held up the tray in my hands. "I brought breakfast. Thought we might talk."
"Aren't you such a sweetheart?" he sneered. I continued to stand there and he sighed. "Fine." He sat up and back, wincing at what was no doubt a wicked headache. I tried not to notice his bare chest and especially his bony ribs. He must've not been eating all summer. He gestured to the bed. I put the bed tray over his lap, cast a quick silent charm, and sat down by his feet, kicking off my house slippers.
"I asked Hermione to make something for your headache." I motioned to the coffee-like drink next to the orange juice.
"Thanks." he mumbled.
We sat in silence for a moment while he ate and drank. "What, uh," he looked up, "What made you change…" I helplessly pointed to my own hair.
He looked back down and shrugged. "I like the color."
"Oh."
More silence while he ate. "I noticed no glasses."
I automatically brought my hand to where my frames used to be. "Yeah…'Mione found a spell to fix my vision."
"Oh...looks good."
"Thanks." Blaise got out of his bed next to us, raised an eyebrow briefly, but just got up and walked away. I was getting a little tired of the quiet. "About last night-"
"I'll blame the whiskey if you do."
"Hold up! You said you weren't drunk enough to be unaware."
He shrugged. "Nobody else needs to know that though."
I shook my head. "Fine, we'll go with that. But what about us?"
"What about us?"
"Are we just going to pretend it didn't happen?"
He finished his orange juice and moved the tray to the floor. The blankets slipped down and I caught a glimpse of cuts at his hip. "Considering how heated it got, I'd say that would be difficult."
"Did you mean what you said?"
"About what?"
"That you're bi. That you've been looking at guys more...including me."
"Yes." His gray eyes flashed up at me. "What did you put in my drink?"
"Veritaserum." I quickly put my hands up in defense. "I took some too! I wanted us to both be honest."
"Fine, Potter," he glared, "Ask away."
"Why did you change your hair?"
He huffed a bit. "I wanted something different, something that made me more Draco and less Malfoy."
I nodded in understanding. "Now that our whole identities don't revolve around the war, we have to figure out who we are."
He nodded. "Yeah. Well put." I opened my mouth for my next question but he held up his hand. "My turn. Are you still with that Weasley girl?"
"No. We broke up early in the summer. Better off as just friends." I tugged on the blankets a little to expose his hips. "Why are you doing that?"
He jerked the blankets back up, his neck straining from trying to not answer. "Because…'cuz I've...I've been s-so numb and having prob-problems with my, urgh, problems with my emotions! Happy?!" he panted. Man, if looks could kill.
"Well, happy you answered but not happy you're even doing it."
"Well what's it to you?"
I didn't fight against the potions effects. "Cuz you're a human being and you shouldn't have to suffer like that. Also…I find…" Now I fought a little, "I find my-myself being curious about-"
"About males?" I nodded. "And you seem to have picked me." I felt my face heat up and nodded at the statement. "So what do you want to do, Potter?"
I shrugged. "We could try to be friends."
"How? We've been at each other for the last seven years."
I pointed a finger at his face. "Hey! You started it when you insulted Ron that first time."
He swatted my hand away. "It's your own fault for declining in the first place so-"
"And! You called my other friend a mudblood!"
"Well she got me back for that, didn't she?" He briefly touched his nose, remembering third year. "And I was turned into a bloody ferret!" He shoved my shoulder.
"You were about to hex me with my back turned!" I shoved him back.
"If you want to be friends, we need to let this go." He grunted the last word as he pushed me harder. I lunged forward and used my weight to push him down.
"Pinned ya." I panted over him.
"How old are we again?" I didn't answer. My brain was suddenly very focused on our current position. "Well? What do you want to do...Harry?"
I slightly shook my head, my eyes going up and down his body, suddenly very aware of the amount of bare flesh. "I'm….not sure."
He raised a blonde eyebrow. "What happened to starting as friends?" A wand appeared in his hand and with a wave the curtains were closed around us.
"Why did you do that?"
"Just a precaution." The breath was knocked out of me as our positions were suddenly switched. "Now I'll ask again before your potion wears off, what do you want to do?"
I closed my eyes, shaking my head again. "I don't know. My thoughts...are all over the place. I can't think straight."
He opened his eyes and looked up at me. "What do you want to do, Draco?"
I leaned down close to his face, his green eyes so clear. "Well...we could take it slow, get to know each other, just walk away right now and meet later, fully dressed." The corners of his mouth curved down into a little frown. He probably didn't even realize he had done it. I couldn't resist a little chuckle. His breath hitched a bit. "Orrrr, we can fool around a little and then start slow later."
"But I don't know what to do. I'm not under the influence of some fire whiskey now." Urgh he was so bloody innocent. "Maybe…" he licked his lips, "maybe you can help me?"
One of my hands went up and grabbed his hair, pulling his head back. "One last time, last chance to stop before I have my way with you," his eyes closed slightly and his breathing quickened, "what do you want me to do?"
He gulped. "The...the second one sounds really good right now."
"You are such a sub, you know that?"
His eyebrows wrinkled together, "Wha-what does that mean?"
I groaned, both in frustration and anticipation. "You're so bloody naive, Potter." I sighed, settling so I straddled his hips, pinning his body down. "It means that you like someone being in charge, in the bedroom at least. You're a submissive."
"Guess it makes sense," he mumbled, "I've always been in charge. Might be nice to hand over the reins for once."
I leaned down, lightly brushing my lips again his. "Is that an invitation?" He gulped and nodded. "I'll say it now, before anything goes too far: I still have mixed feelings about you Potter but I am open to us starting over."
"Okay. What else?"
"I'll start gentle, and if at any point you want to stop I will, just say red light. If things get too rough, say mercy and I'll back off. Got it?"
"A-are those," he started stuttering as I nuzzled his exposed throat, "what they call safe words?"
"Mm-hmm." I grabbed his hair again, pulling his head back. He hissed and glared at me. "Now what were those words again?" I eased up on my grip and started kissing along his jaw line.
"Um mer-mercy and...and, er, red light."
"Very good." I mumbled before capturing his mouth with mine. Memories of last night came back and my body warmed more. I grabbed my wand, casting a quick charm over his so no one could physically come near the bed, before carelessly tossing it onto my nightstand. His hands were laid lightly on my upper arms but not doing anything. His kisses were hesitant. "Stop holding yourself back, Potter."
He huffed. "But I don't know what to do."
"Stop thinking about it. Just let yourself go." I went back to kissing him. Something seemed to click in him and his hands came up to grab at my face, pulling me closer and kissing me roughly. Not to be outdone I pushed his shoulders down and ground my hips onto his growing erection. He groaned low in his throat.
We pulled away for a quick breath before he pulled me down and started nipping at my neck. One broad hand was at my neck, the other traveling down to my waist. A moan escaped as he started sucking on my skin. He bit down and sucked hard, pain mixing with the pleasure. "Potteeeer." I groaned. His hand at my waist moved to the front, cupping my erection. I thrust into the palm and he awkwardly tried to hold on. "Alright, Potter, lesson time." I pulled back and yanked down my drawers.
He may have lost some weight but his cock certainly hadn't lost anything. Harry gaped, taken by surprise at how fast this was moving. His body tingled at the sight though. It was almost as pale as the male with it, but tinged a reddish pink from the blood; long and lean like him too. Man, that liquid luck sure was getting him lucky.
Draco grabbed his hand and put it on the length. They both moaned. "Grip tighter." He ordered. Harry obeyed. "Wait. Stop and undress." Harry obeyed again, pulling his shirt and sweats off, tossing them to the side of the bed where his house slippers already were. Malfoy looked appreciatively over his body. He leaned forward and pulled the drawers down himself. Harry tried to cover himself, suddenly self-conscious. "Uh uh." He admonished, pushing the hands away.
"Oh, fuck!" Harry barked out as his hand suddenly circled him and began quickly moving. "Fuck, Draco."
"That's right, say my name." He chuckled mischievously, pushing him back onto the bed. "Maybe I should get you to scream it, hmm?"
"N-no."
"No?" He gripped a little tighter and Harry arched his back. "Who are you to tell me no?" He gave him a quick, messy kiss. "I've got the great chosen one under me, moaning at the smallest things," he gripped his throat in his free hand and Harry wheezed out another groan, "and I think I'm going to fuck him so hard that he's not only going to scream my name but he's going to see fucking stars and beg me for more."
"Draco!" Harry wheezed out, his body tensing up. Malfoy couldn't help but laugh as he came all over his hand. He eased up from his throat and slowed the pumping down.
He placed kisses all over the male's face as he came down from his high. "That was pretty hot, Potter. But guess what?"
"Hn?" He grunted, his eyes barely open.
"I still need some help. And I think that little mouth of yours is going to be perfect." Harry groaned in arousal even though his body was spent. Malfoy laid next to him and grabbed his arm, helping him roll over.
He kissed his way down his body, stopping at his hips and placing gentle pecks on the scars and newer cuts. He hesitated when he reached the desired spot. "Draco…"
"Don't think, just do." He assured him, placing a hand on that dark mop of hair. Harry took a deep breath before tossing his cares to the wind and taking the entire length into his mouth at once. "Fuck!" Draco barked out, thrusting his hips into the warmth, both hands threading into his hair. The taste of his flesh was...different but not unpleasant. And he smelled clean, which was nice.
He moved his head back up, sucking along the way. Draco moaned long and low, trying to thrust back up into his mouth. Harry easily held his hips down but answered his wishes, taking it all back in. This time he added the scrape of teeth on his way up. "Harry, fucking hell." He laughed a little and went back down. Malfoy tightened his hold on his head. "Stay right there." He obeyed, keeping his throat relaxed. He snapped his hips up a couple times before his body tensed up and semen filled Harry's mouth. Harry panicked, not knowing what to do with it, and started swallowing. Draco pulled him up and his mouth popped off.
"Go ahead and spit in the can."
"Spit what?" I asked, licking the last of it around my mouth. It was salty but not an entirely bad taste.
"Damn, Potter." he groaned, his head falling back. "You didn't have to do that."
I laid down next to him, pulling the blanket over us. "I...well I didn't know what to do so I just did that."
He opened one eye and glanced at me. "What? Do you want to cuddle now or something?" I shrugged. "Well then get over here." he snapped. "I like being the little spoon."
I chuckled a little, pulling his back against me. "The great Draco Malfoy likes being the little spoon? Oof!" His elbow went into my side.
"Shut up, don't repeat it ever, and just get some more sleep, okay?" After a tense moment, he sighed and his body relaxed into me. Pretty soon we both dozed off.
