It was very early in the morning. Around five or so, if Harry had to warrant a guess, but he wasn't entirely sure. He didn't care enough to check either. He was too busy focusing on staying as quiet as possible so he could sneak back into his dorm room, which he shared with his best friend, Ron. If Harry remembered correctly (there was a possibility he didn't) it was Saturday morning, which would hopefully mean that Ron would still be asleep for several more hours.

Harry cautiously approached the door and started to slowly open it, praying to whatever deity was out there that it didn't make too much noise. He had just spent the night with his boyfriend of four months, Draco Malfoy, in his dorm room. But seeing as their relationship wasn't public yet (only their close friends knew) they had to sneak around quite a bit. They would usually spend the night in Draco's room, as he had a room to himself, but they would occasionally spend the night in Harry and Ron's room.

The fact that Draco had his own room didn't mean that they could entirely avoid sneaking around though. It would be suspicious if Harry was constantly leaving from Draco's room in the morning. So, in order to not raise suspicions, Harry would usually sneak back into his room in the early hours of the morning. Which was what he was currently doing.

Harry pulled his invisibility cloak tighter around himself as he entered the room, carefully closing the door behind him. He then let out a sigh as he leaned against the door for a moment. The hardest part was over. Now all he had to do was walk past Ron and crawl into his own bed, which Harry didn't think would be too hard, as Ron slept like the dead.

Pushing himself off of the door Harry started to walk towards his bed. He slipped off his invisibility cloak and tossed it in the general direction of his open truck, hoping it landed in - or at least near - it. His plan was to crawl into his bed and get at least a few hours of sleep before breakfast. Unfortunately, that plan didn't last very long.

On his way past the foot of the bed Harry accidentally tripped over one of the bed legs and landed on the ground with a loud thunk. "Shit", he quietly cursed as he pulled himself up a bit, just enough to shoot a glance over at Ron.

The redhead must have been at the end of a sleep cycle though, as he has clearly heard the commotion and was now sitting up in the bed with a slightly bleary expression. He then looked over the edge of the bed at Harry, who was still on the ground, and furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "Harry?" he asked sleepily, his voice just barely above a whisper.

"Yeah," wheezed out Harry as he got up, feeling several joints pop and crack in the process.

"You alright there, mate?" asked Ron as he moved so that way he was seated on the edge of his bed, facing Harry's own bed, which was about 6 or 7 feet away from Ron's bed.

Harry nodded, "Yeah, should be," he replied as he gently sat down on his own bed.

"What happened?"

"Just tripped," said Harry with a dismissive wave of his hand.

Ron nodded, but then paused for a moment, seemingly in thought, "Hey, weren't you sleeping in the Ferret's room tonight?" he asked, appearing to actually be interested in why Harry wasn't with his boyfriend right now.

"Oh, I was," replied Harry, ignoring the dig at his boyfriend, "but because we're not really public right now I usually sneak back here. You're usually asleep though, so you never notice me coming back," he said with a shrug, "I am sorry for waking you up, by the way."

"Eh, it's fine," said Ron dismissively, "I was probably going to wake up soon anyway."

Harry hummed in reply and nodded, despite knowing that was a lie. Ron rarely woke up in the middle of the night, unlike Harry, and could easily sleep all day if given the chance.

A brief moment of silence passed between the two friends, neither quite sure as to what to say. "So..." started Ron awkwardly, "how was your night?"

"Huh?" asked Harry in surprise, before quickly realizing what Ron had said, "Oh! Uh- my night was good."

Ron nodded, but before he could come up with a verbal response Harry continued talking, almost absently, "Still a bit sore though."

"What? Why would you be sore?"

A small part of Harry told himself that he shouldn't be telling his best friend about his sex life, but that small part was drown out by Harry's sleep deprived state. If Harry had been well-rested he likely would have veered away from the topic, but because he wasn't he plunged on forward. He have Ron a wry smile, "You don't know anything about gay sex? Do you?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Um, no," replied Ron awkwardly, not having expected Harry's response, "why would I?"

Harry shrugged, "I dunno, just seems like the type of stuff a person should know."

"Right," said Ron warily, "but what exactly does you being sore have to do with how gay sex works?"

"Well, you obviously know you straight sex works," said Harry, using his hands to show his right pointer finger going inside the hole made with his left hand.

"Yeah..."

"But with two guys it works a little differently. So, one guy sticks his cock up the other one's arse," said Harry bluntly, seeming unaware of Ron's discomfort.

"I'm- I'm sorry, what?!" spluttered Ron, "You mean to tell me that you let Malfoy stick his cock inside of your arsehole?! Why? Why would you let him do that?!" Ron' voice had raised in pitch and was now quite squeaky.

Harry shrugged, "I don't know, I like it? Besides, I've only bottomed about half the times. The other half I topped and Draco bottomed."

"And what does that mean?"

"Sometimes I stick my cock up Draco's arse," replied Harry casually.

A look of pure and utter horror then overtook Ron's expression. His face was flushed of all color, making his freckles stand out against his now abnormally pale skin, and his eyes were bulging slightly. "I could have gladly gone the rest of my life without knowing this information," said Ron.

"Yes, well, I could have gone my entire life without seeing you and Hermione having sex, and yet I saw it anyway," replied Harry sassily, "so let's just say we're even."

Ron winced at the memory, "Yeah, I'm still sorry that you had to see that."

The incident they were referring to had just occurred a few weeks prior. Harry had spent majority of the day in the seclusion of Draco's room. They had mostly just cuddled and talked all day, but there had also been some studying and snogging mixed in. Overall, Harry had thought it was a good day. Unfortunately, when Harry had gone back to his and Ron's dorm room, hoping to turn in for the night, he ended up seeing Ron and Hermione in the middle of having sex. He had quickly fled the room, and tried to forget about all that he'd seen, but the image was now burned into his mind's eye for all eternity.

A violent shudder passed through Harry as he recalled before he replied, "Eh, what's done is done."

"Still," said Ron, "no person should have to see their best mate in bed with their other best friend," he then paused for a moment before glaring at Harry half-heartedly, "No person should have to hear about the sex habits of their best friend and their former enemy either, y'know?"

Harry let out a small smile and a laugh, "Like I said, we're even now. I saw you and Hermione having sex, and you got to hear about my and Draco's sex life. Seems like a decent trade-off to me," he said with a shrug.

"Hmmm," hummed Ron in reply, clearly not believing that it was a fair trade-off, "if you say so."

The two friends lapsed into a small bit of silence again, only the wind could be heard outside the window as it rushed past. "Still," said Ron, almost out of nowhere, "it's kinda hard to believe that you fell for Malfoy of all people."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, you do remember how much of a prick he was, right?" asked Ron, "He was constantly starting fights with you, picking on younger students, he tried to get Buckbeak - or Whitherwings, or whatever you want to call him - killed, and he called Hermione a you-know-what. And that's not even mentioning all the Death Eater shit he did too."

"I know. And I know that it probably sounds crazy to you, but I forgive him for it. I don't even think I ever really held it against him," replied Harry quietly.

"But how? Why?"

"He was just a kid following the example of all those around him. What else did you expect from him?" asked Harry, rhetorically, before continuing, "If you're told all your life by basically everyone you know that muggles and muggleborns are less than you, you're going to believe it. It doesn't matter whether it's true or not, it's all you've known. As for the Death Eater stuff, he may have wanted to become one when he was younger, but that was before he knew the realities of it all. Draco just wanted to make his father proud, which is ironic considering his feelings towards the man now," said Harry with a snort.

"And by the time he did take the Mark, he didn't want to anymore. The only reason he took it was because if he didn't Voldemort would torture and kill his parents in front of his very eyes, before torturing and killing him. And while Draco may not particularly care for his father anymore, he loves his mother very much and didn't want to see her dead. Which I don't really blame him for," said Harry softly, "I know that it doesn't excuse Draco's actions, but it certainly puts them into perspective."

"Yeah," said Ron, "I guess I never really thought about it like that. But I still don't really know what you actually see in the git."

"Hmmm. Well, he's incredibly smart. Sometimes a bit too smart, always wanting to be at the top of every class. He's competitive too, and constantly tries to one up me. But he's also very sweet and gentle, and very physically affectionate. And, he'll kill me if you tell him I said this, but he's brave too," Harry spoke in a gentle and fond tone, "I mean, Voldemort literally lived in his house. And did his best to protect all of those that the Death Eaters captured. It takes a lot of guts to do that, guts that most people don't have."

"Um, no offense, Harry, but... the way you described Malfoy sounds awfully similar to how I'd describe Hermione."

Harry shrugged in reply, "The two of them are quite similar."

"What?!" asked Ron, practically squealing, "Hermione and Malfoy are in no way similar that all. In fact, they're- they're like total opposites!"

"Maybe, when it comes to somethings," replied Harry casually, "but they're also quite similar too when it comes to other things."

"They are not!"

"Ron," said Harry slowly, "how many times have you and I sat in the common, bored out our minds, while Hermione and Draco revised essay after essay together?"

The redhead let out a defeated sigh, "Okay, you may have a bit of a point there. But I refuse to believe that Malfoy is 'physically affectionate', or whatever it is you said. Your sleep deprived mind must be making you loopy and out of it. You should really get a couple more hours of sleep," said Ron as he moved his blankets so he could go back to sleep.

"Okay, okay," replied Harry with a laugh as he too got under his covers and prepared himself for sleep, "goodnight, Ron."

"Goodnight, Harry."