That night had just been the start to an increasingly weirder year. Not only was Harry living without the threat of Voldemort hanging above him and actually having to think about what he was going to do with his life, then came that unexplainable night with Malfoy! (of all people!)
'Why Merlin?' Harry thought, as if hoping the ancient wizard would have answers for him. 'Why can't I just have one normal year- scratch that. Weird is normal for me. Why can't I just have one quiet year at Hogwarts?' Harry huffed inwardly as he sank deeper into the warm leather cushions. One of the house elves had left him a mug of hot chocolate and he sat sipping it in the actually quiet common-room. Strangely enough though, this room never felt quiet or peaceful, like Harry expected the Ravenclaw common room to be. Gryffindor's were always so loud that even the empty room felt like it was as crowded as usual.
Harry snuggled deeper into the leather sofa as he tried to forget his ever increasingly weird life, but the fates never gave anyone an easy time. The crackling of the fireplace was just starting to make Harry drift off when a voice dragged him out of his sleep-dazed state.
"Potter!" Harry looked around, there wasn't anything he could see in the room. He gave a shrug and closed his eyes again, determining it to be his imagination. Not moments later the voice returned,
"Potter!" It said.
"Who's there?" Harry asked while looking around.
"Oh my god Potter, you really are hopeless." Just then Draco Malfoy came into sight, right in front of Harry's sofa.
"Wha- How did you get in here? Why are you in here?" Harry stuttered, shocked.
"Well, for how I got in, I followed you in. It really wasn't hard." Draco said with a sneer, Harry just snarled at him. "And isn't the why obvious?" Harry looked confused at him. 'What was he going on about?' Draco just laughed at the confused look on Harry's face.
"Oh Merlin, You really are thick! I'm here to get whatever it is you stole from me." Harry's expression widened in recognition and then transformed into a smirk.
"What if I don't want to give it back? Ever think about that Malfoy?" Draco looked at Harry confused.
"Well, I'm getting it back one way or another Potter!"
"Oh really? You don't even know what it is, let alone where it is. What makes you think you can get it without me?" Draco's eyes narrowed, he was getting annoyed. The blonde strode over to Harry and yanked him up by his shirt collar.
"Now look here Potter…." He snarled before his vision darkened, though after a blink it was back to normal. Draco looked suspiciously at Harry.
"What are you playing at?"
"Me…?" Harry drawled teasingly, dragging out the e. Without thinking Draco suddenly yanked Harry up closer to his face and then crashed his lips on Harry's. The brunette gave out a low groan at the feeling and pushed his lips back harder, deepening the kiss. All earlier thoughts of disgust became clouded and foggy, at this moment neither boy could find reason as to why they weren't doing this around the clock.
Draco pushed his body flush up against Harry's savoring in the sweet warmth given to him before pushing the brunette down, hard. Harry fell back, very disgruntled at being parted from those sweet lips that tasted so much like vanilla and strawberries but only just managed to keep in his moan of displeasure. To be honest Harry had barely enough time to restrain his groan before a pile of hot, blonde mess fell on top of him pushing Harry deeper into the blazing red sofa cushions.
Harry thrust his hips up to shift Draco over a tad and let out a gasp, 'oh sweet, sweet friction' Harry thought and subsequently repeated the action. Draco threw his head back in appreciation, an unintelligible sound breaking past his lips. He needed more, they both did. The blonde reached into his robe and pulled out his wand, quickly vanishing their clothes and let himself once again enjoy the feelings being made, only this time it was a lot better.
Both of their prick's had gathered a layer of precome on the tip and was now being spread further between the two as they rutted against each other.
Harry took a moment to look at the blonde, he looked gorgeous. His normally perfect blonde hair was spread wildly and wet with perspiration. His lips were pinker and parted while panting breaths came out, his pale chest was flooded with a pink tinge and his cock. It was straining and looked painfully hard, the flushed red head was oozing precome and it looked like the boy wouldn't be able to last much longer. Come to think of it, Harry was in a similar state himself.
"Ahh, Draco-o! I'm not gonna last…" Harry panted.
"Mmm, me neither. Let go." Draco said as he continuously thrust his hips into Harry's.
"Oh gods Draco! I-I'm coming…" Harry had now started to buck his whole body wildly, trying to get closer to Draco' to keep the delicious feeling moving.
A series of panting and surprisingly wanton moans and Harry was reaching his peak, the last this that sent his over was the groans and grunts and warm splash Draco coming on top of him, calling his name. Harry's back arched in pleasure, desperately trying to keep the sensation for as long as he could, before finally slumping back down into the warm settee. Moments later Draco followed him down, Harry shifted over to let Draco join him while letting himself bask in the afterglow of another glorious orgasm.
Just as both of the boy's breathing leveled out, the blackness took over and they fell into a peaceful and happy slumber right there. The lion and the snake, entangled together naked in the lions den. Draco absently smiled at the impossibility of it all before letting sleep drag him in.
In their sleep the two boys curled into one and other, Harry spooning the blonde and Draco cuddling deeper into the brunettes chest. They could both say it was again one of the undisturbed and relaxing sleeps either had, had in a few years.
