Ending 1 - Sweet
Ending 2 - Slash
Ending 3 - None of the above
Ending 1 - Sweet
Draco made eye contact, and asked, "Can I talk to you in private?"
Ginny said, "Sure."
They walked together into her bedroom. Draco said, "It's not so much tell as show."
Ginny said, "Go right ahead."
He put his arms around her waist and kissed her. This went on for quite some time. When they broke apart, Ginny could only say, "Holy wow." Then she put her hands on the back of his neck and pulled his face to hers.
Later, downstairs…
Ron: "I'll pretend I can't guess what happened in those last twenty minutes, and nobody say it."
Draco, smirking, said, "Ginny and I made out."
Ron clamped his hands firmly over his ears. "I don't want to know!"
Ginny laughed, and thought privately that it was something that she and Draco were likely to do a lot in the near future.
Like on September the first, in an otherwise empty carriage on the Hogwarts Express...
Like on the second, in an unoccupied classroom…
And like on the third, when they kissed in the Great Hall with half the school watching, and couldn't have cared less.
Ending 2 - Slash
Draco made eye contact, and asked, "Can I talk to you in private?"
Harry said, "Not a problem."
They retreated from the stares of their friends into Ron's bedroom and locked the door. Harry leaned against a wall while Draco sat on the end of the bed.
"Yes?" said Harry.
"I just wanted to thank you for saving my life and all that."
"You could have said that in front of everyone else, you know," Harry pointed out.
"Well…" Draco hesitated. "There's something else. Weasley told me that one morning… he woke up, and you had your arm around me."
Harry blushed. "I must have been dreaming."
"What about?"
"What business is it of yours?" Harry demanded.
"I have a right to know if you're dreaming about me," replied Draco, standing up and looking Harry straight in the eye.
Harry looked at his bare feet, and Draco's toes. He slowly raised his gaze before answering, noticing (not for the first time) how the too-small jeans clung tightly to Draco's legs. He saw the lean frame, then met the grey eyes. "It might have been."
"Explain."
"Well, he… the guy in my dream, he looked like you, blond hair and grey eyes and all, but he did … things."
Draco's heart started pounding, but he kept a cool façade. "What… things?"
Harry's eyes gleamed smugly. "Well, for a start, he kissed me."
"Was he a good kisser? Did you like it? Would you do it again?"
"Yes to all three. Sadly," here Harry sighed dramatically, "You would never do that, so I'm out of luck."
Draco whispered something that Harry didn't quite catch.
"What?" he asked, leaning towards Draco.
Draco repeated the statement.
"Say it louder," ordered Harry, going still closer. "I can't hear what you're saying."
Draco tilted his head, which was about an inch from Harry's. "I said, don't be too sure."
And he took Harry's head in his hands and kissed him long and deep.
When he pulled away, his silver eyes were smiling cunningly. "Well? Am I a good kisser? As good as the Draco in your dream?"
Harry waited until his breath came back, and when it did, it came in gasps. "I'm not sure," he chuckled. "Show me again." With that, he pushed Draco backwards onto the bed and lay on top of him while they kissed.
When they finally parted, even Draco was panting. "Well?" he questioned impatiently.
"Yeah," Harry breathed huskily. "Much, much better."
Draco pulled him down and they lost themselves in each other's arms.
Ending 3 - None of the above
Draco fixed his eyes on a point somewhere between Harry and Ron, and asked, "Can I talk to you in you in private?"
Ron said, "Who are you talking to? Me, or Harry?"
"Both. And Hermione."
Once they were in Ron's bedroom, Draco said, "I want to thank you all for… you know… saving my life and all that."
Ron said, "That's it? I was expecting groveling."
Draco retorted, "I'm not good at thanking people. I never had to before." Then, "I realise how incredibly bratty that sounds, so forget it."
Hermione laughed, "With all that secrecy, I was anticipating you to suggest four-way sex or something."
Harry stared. Ron howled with laughter. "I'll be blowed! Hermione DO have a dirty mind!"
Draco said, "Now that you mention it…" and rubbed his hands together.
Harry stared again, and groaned, "I really, really, hope that was a joke."
"Yes, don't worry," Draco assured him.
Ron said, "Is that all?"
Draco tried to look humble, "I'd really appreciate it if this matter stayed between us four, well five counting Ginny. Only us."
"Easy," said Hermione.
"Sure," agreed Harry.
Ron whined, "But this is hot news! Think about it on the front page of the Daily Prophet! 'Lucius Malfoy Out To Kill Malfoy Junior!' Ouch!" as Hermione stomped on his foot.
Draco pouted seductively, and moved forward to rub his hand against Ron's chest. "Please, Weasley…"
Ron leaped backwards. "If you stop that right now, you have my solemn word."
Draco put his hands up in a gesture of surrender. "Stopped. No big loss. I'd rather do that to your sister… Kidding! Ow! Get off!" Ron had grabbed a pillow off the bed and was pummeling Draco with it. Draco grabbed the remaining pillow and lashed back.
After the pillow fight (Harry and Hermione had joined in with glee) they stood, brushing off the feathers from one exploded pillow.
"We can never openly be friends, you know," Draco said into the silence.
"Why?"
"Why not?"
"It's obvious," put in Ron. He pointed at Draco. "Slytherin." He pointed at himself, Harry, and Hermione. "Gryffindor. Go figure."
Draco smirked, "Yes, and you've forgotten: you; Weasley, poor, crude, ugly, stupid. And I; Malfoy, rich, sophisticated, gorgeous, and second in the year, to Madam Granger, of course."
Harry said, "Geez, you're going back to your arrogant self already."
Draco smiled mirthlessly. "Never expect anything less from me."
"But we're all friends! And you were nice! Why can't it stay that way?!" wailed Hermione.
Draco shrugged. "Because. It can never be. The sun will rise. The tides will flow. Draco Malfoy will be alone. That's how it's written."
"No," Hermione said flatly, refusing to accept it.
"You've changed," insisted Harry.
"Yeah?" challenged Draco. "How do you know I haven't been sending messages to Voldemort all summer, and that right now he's coming to kill you all?"
"Because," said Harry.
Draco considered this. "Hmph. I can't say much, seeing as you're right." But anyway, just live with it, alright? You guys did fine without me before. Continue."
"Are you always going to be this annoying?"
Draco nodded sagely, and drawled, "Until Hell freezes over."
Harry said, "Remember this summer. It was your best summer ever, you said. Remember it, and remember us."
He expected a sarcastic reply, but Draco nodded again, and repeated sincerely, "Until Hell freezes over."
--End--
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