Draco huffed. He was annoyed. No, that didn't even get close to it. He got distracted for a few moments trying to think of a better word for the irritated feeling he was having. But was quickly brought back to the situation at hand by the cheers of some Slytherins as Harry walked past.

Harry's eyes locked with Draco's for a second before he turned away from the blond boy. Yeah, annoyed definitely wasn't the word. He had gotten the drift as to what had resulted in the matter at hand. It had really started when one of the Slytherins had come up with that stupid idea for the punishment of the Gryffindors for losing the game from earlier this week. 'Let's have them serve us like servants'. Most of the Slytherins came from higher wizarding houses so the idea was not foreign to them and everyone counted on that it would definitely humiliate the house of 'bravery.'

The idea itself was not that mean spirited as some of the others that were brought up, but leave it to Harry to make the matter worse. Draco shifted in his seat slightly to make the bulge that was grown in his pants less noticeable. The last thing he needed was someone getting the wrong idea about him and what was in front of him. He knew technically, well at least if the event went down as Draco expected, he couldn't blame Harry. It was his dumb friends.

Draco looked up again and read the expression of the three in the room. Hermione, though slightly humored by the result and was mouthing sorry to Harry, he gave a small shrug in return. There really was nothing she could do. Ron had a mixture of shock and extreme guilt on his face. Then there was Harry. His face was redder than Draco could imagine anyone getting. He was slightly impressed that given his present clothing problem he could still hold his head up high. Apparently, or Draco's best guess, the reason that the Great Chosen One was in a maid costume was because of a simple mix up of whose clothes were whose. It would appear that Ron's failure in the game had led to a small retaliation from Hermione. This could be seen by the fact that she was wearing a butler uniform like the rest of the guys instead of a maid like the girls. Ron probably switched his and Harry thinking he would get pranked but seemed to have not expected this.

Draco shifted again. It really wasn't his fault that his lower region was jumping for joy, even when the rest of him was not feeling anything close to that. He and Harry never got a chance to even try an encore to their previous activities. And now anytime Harry was catching Draco's eye he would look away.

Aggravated. That is what Draco was feeling. He knew he already had a pretty short fuse. That fact annoyed him in its own way. But he could swear Harry was testing his limits. He was grinding his teeth and could feel a pulse at his temple. The other Slytherins weren't relieving his mood either in fact it was more they were adding fuel to the fire. A couple of them were actually making comments to Harry about his state. Some were just to be rude. While others were flirting. Telling Harry that he looked pretty in a dress and should wear one more often. There were fewer of the flirters to the rude ones given that many of the Slytherins weren't being open about the reaction to Harry's outfit. Most were just stealing glances, sure that was what Draco was doing too but he had a good reason to.

Harry again caught his eyes only to then look away. Was this some sick test? Draco could feel another vessel pumping blood to his forehead. He'd had enough. Only given the others a slight nod as he left. Some of them looked relieved at the sight of Draco leaving. He was really bad at hiding his sour mood, which was almost always but he always had a reason. It just happened most of them were Harry or something related to him.

Draco massaged his forehead and tried to calm himself down by reviewing Snape's lesson in his head. It was working until someone called out to him. He turned around and didn't hide the murder from his eyes, but his eyebrows quickly shot up when he saw that it was Harry. Harry had his mouth open to say something but then closed it. He looked to be contemplating his thoughts before his eyes showed determination. Draco couldn't help but think classic Gryffindor.

"Do you not like it?"

Draco's whole brain went on pause. He only stuttered out, "What?"

Harry gestures at himself, "I thought…" he pauses trying to get the right words.

He really didn't get the chance because Draco had closed the distance between the two, "This was your idea." He tried not to sound angry, he really did, it was just that his brain was still getting back to him.

"No," Harry licked his lips, "it just when I saw it and thought you'd," he glanced up at Draco, "like it." He looked back down and played with the dress. His lips pushed out and he quietly said, "I even masturbated to the idea of you seeing it."

All of the blood that had made it to his brain shot down to his dick with that. "Then why did you" Draco used a hand to make a motion at Harry's eye and twisted his wrist.

Harry pushed his lips out again, Draco was starting to find it cute. "Every time I made eye contact I," he wiggled his legs slightly and pulled the front of the dress down, "your gaze too." Draco couldn't believe it. He was close to losing his mind because Harry Potter kept getting a boner.

Draco let out a laugh before dropping his head on Harry's shoulder. "Draco?.."

"We need to work on our communication, Love."

He could feel Harry roll his eyes, "You think."

Draco hummed in response but lifted his head and kissed Harry. Harry wrapped his arm around Draco to pull him closer. He pulled Draco by his shirt into a corner. Draco pressed Harry into the wall as he deepened the kiss and grinded himself forward.

The two were both happily enjoying the make-out session until Harry broke the kiss to cuss out, "Bloody Hell you don't have to wear all pieces of the uniform," he had been trying to get Draco's shirt off but he was also wearing the school vest and cloak.

Draco chuckled at him, "You could take me up on my still standing offer to come to my room," Harry hesitated, "Then you can take it all off." Harry blinked up at him then nodded and grabbed Draco's hand. Draco had to hide his smile as Harry led him to his room, "Been thinking about my offer."

"Are you going to be like this the entire time because If you are I'm leaving."

Draco pushed Harry into his door, "No you won't." He kisses him and presses their front together as he searches for the door handle. Once opened both rushed inside and started stripping. Draco stopped Harry from taking off the thigh-high stocking, "Leave those on." Harry pulled him back into a kiss as he helped him remove the remainder of his clothes.

Harry pushed him onto the bed then crawled on top of him, "We should have done this sooner."

"Yes," Draco recaptured Harry's lips and reached around to grab the lube he had hidden in his nightstand.

He turned the two over so that Harry was under him, "What don't like me on top!" Harry whined out the last part as Draco had taken almost half of him in his mouth. He added a finger and continued to work Harry's front with his mouth.

Draco pulled himself off, "Been practicing for me Love," he proved his point by adding another finger. Harry thrust his hips back to attempt to push Draco's fingers deeper.

"Just shut up and get on with it," Harry cried out. Draco grabbed his thigh and bit down on soft flesh. Harry gripped his hair and came.

"As promised. A new one where no-one will see." Harry nodded. Draco climbed onto the bed. He quickly grabbed his wand and cast a small healing spell on Harry's thigh, not enough to remove the mark just to stop the blood. He threw his wand back to its place.

He lubed himself up and slowly pushed in. Harry moaned loudly. He was thankful that no one had returned to their rooms. He half wished he had thought of putting up a silencing spell earlier. Draco was pulled out of his thoughts when Harry had bought him into a kiss. He didn't stop the kiss as he fully seated himself inside. They stayed like that for a while with Draco only thrusting a small amount.

Harry must have had enough of Draco's teasing because then he turned them around again. He lifted his hips and then sat back down on to Draco, full seating him inside. Harry had thrown his head back a bit a moaned out. Draco entangled their fingers and thrust forwards to match Harry's rhythm. Both were getting closer and closer for in a matter of minutes both came with a shout.

Harry leaned forward to resume kissing. He then carefully took Darco out of him and then lied down next to him. Draco turned to look at him and with a smile said, "Not bad, Potter."

Harry rolled his eyes, "Don't get started, Malfoy." Draco let out a laugh and Harry quickly followed. They both continued to laugh until they had to catch their breath. "So, what now?"

"Well, I'm not going back out there."

Harry sat up, "No, I mean... What are we now?"

"It would be hard to continue calling you my enemy."

Harry laughed, " it is one way to settle an argument."

Draco smile then signed, "I would mind call you my boyfriend." Draco could feel his ears turning red and he was trying to avoid looking at Harry. He didn't want to look over a see disgust.

"Yeah, I like that too," Draco whipped his head to look at Harry. He was blushing too.

"Boyfriends then." He was trying to play it cool but he was really ecstatic about it.

Harry moved closer until the two were cuddling, "Boyfriends then."

Epilogue

Ron walked up to Hermione, "Where's Harry."

Hermione rolled her eyes at him, "He's collecting his prizes," he little hit Ron's arm, "and don't think your off the hook."

She was walking away when Ron call out to her, "But Harry didn't get a prize."