Warning: Sexual situations between two underage males are contained here in. If you're offended, I suggest you not read this. There is nothing really explicit, but I don't want any complaints, just constructive comments.
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Suddenly awake, Harry growled. His neck was stiff and he was very cold. Peering down, he noticed a white-blonde mane resting on his shoulder. He mumbled and then almost pulled violently away.
"Malfoy!?"
"Potter? What are you doing here? I've just had a marvelous nap and you've awoken me."
"That's what I should be asking you. Curiously, I also had a wonderful nap." Harry and Draco shared confused stares and then pulled apart dramatically.
"You fell asleep on me!" cried Harry, pointing his index finger at Draco's forehead, right in between the eyes.
"I wouldn't do such a thing, Potter. And didn't your mother ever teach you that pointing isn't polite?" Harry glared; Malfoy always made crude references to his late parents.
"The most logical explanation is that you fell asleep on my shoulder, Malfoy. I don't care, but you should just admit it."
"I did not fall asleep on you, Potter."
"But you did admit it was a marvelous nap. Possibly the best you've ever had?"
Draco grunted his assent. Harry laughed.
"Malfoy, you're really funny, you know that? You come to my tree, fall asleep on my shoulder and then try to deny having the best nap of your life. You're a git, you know?"
"It's just a show for you, Potter. I am human, you know."
"Didn't really. I'm not perfect."
"I noticed," Draco smirked. Harry ground his knuckles into the side of Draco's head and Draco batted his hand away with sharp fingernails.
"Don't touch me, Potter."
Harry shrugged and closed his eyes. "It's pretty nippy out here, eh?"
Draco's goose-pimpled skin and pink nose were signs of his cold, "Of course not. In Alaska, this is summer weather."
"We're not in Alaska. You know any charms?"
"No charms. Have you never listened in Transfiguration?" Harry's blank stare was all the answer Draco needed. "Here, give me your trainer."
"Why do you want it?"
"Just hand it over, Potty." Harry grumbled and pulled the shoe off his left foot and tossed it into Draco's lap.
"Watch the assets, will you?" mumbled Draco, picking up the shoe from his lap.
"Vadere frigus," said Draco to Harry's shoe. What appeared before them a moment later was a wool blanket, "Paying attention might save you one day, Potter."
"You know what time it is?"
"We've missed dinner."
"The time?"
"I would say," Draco looked at the sky, "Half past nine."
"How do you use the sky to tell?"
"I'm shittin' you. I have no idea."
Harry snarled and grabbed a corner of the blanket, yanking almost the whole length from Draco's grasp. He covered himself in it and smiled confidently, yawning and melodramatically closed his eyes.
"No way," said Draco as he grabbed the left side of the blanket and pulled. Harry toppled over and his head hit hard on Draco's knee.
"Ow! What the hell was that for?"
"If it hadn't been for me, you wouldn't have this blanket."
"And if it weren't for me we wouldn't have this blanket. Not like you'd have sacrificed your shoe for me."
"Right you are. You know, this sounds like that 'there's no babies without women' fight."
"The one where women say there're no babies without them because they have 'em? What a load of shit that is. Whatever happened to sperm, then?"
Draco snorted, effectively losing his cool demeanor, "I never thought I'd agree with, Potter."
Harry carefully situated himself under the blanket, pulling it close to his chest, hands balled around the top of the fabric. After a few moments of uncomfortable silence, both tried to speak the time same time.
"You know –"
"Potter –"
"You go," said Harry, his voice full of Gryffindor chivalry.
"That's alright. You go ahead."
Harry would have sworn Draco was blushing if it weren't for the fact that he wasn't human and the fact this both of them must look like red-nosed reindeer.
"Well, I was going to say you haven't been a total prick today."
"I was going to say you haven't been a complete Gryffindor today."
"Thanks?" they both ventured simultaneously.
Years later, they'd both swear on their lives that they didn't know what had happened, but Harry's hands were pressed against Draco's chest. Draco's legs, on the other hand, were draped over Harry's the blanket quickly discarded.
Harry heaved a sweet breath onto Draco's lips. He quivered slightly, not exactly sure how to proceed. Draco gave him no time thing, effectively sealing their lips in a searing kiss. Harry tried to gasp, but instead made a ridiculous popping noise.
Draco slid his tongue across Harry's bottom lip, asking for entrance. Harry obliged, moving his tongue to meet Draco's. Draco moaned almost silently into Harry's mouth, causing him to become quickly aroused.
Not wishing to part, but at the same time not wishing to suffocate, they took a breath, delving in for more almost immediately. Harry groped Draco's chest inexpertly while Draco climbed effortlessly onto Harry's lap, straddling his waist. He could feel Harry's erection pressing into his thigh and he groaned.
As Harry continued his ministrations on Draco's chest and shoulders, Draco hands moved deftly to Harry's waist, where they were met by a sharp intake of breath. He smiled wickedly and removed his hands from the waistline of Harry's trousers. He instead focused his attention on Harry's smooth back, sliding his hands under Harry's shirt, letting his hand roam free over the large expanse of creamy skin.
Harry gave him a quick, chaste kiss, before pulling away.
"Er…" Draco silenced Harry with a thin digit to his mouth, which Harry greedily sucked in. He licked the finger and let his teeth scrape it lightly, trying hard not to smile at Draco's pleasure-stricken face.
There was a creaking noise from the doors to the castle.
Draco climbed expertly off Harry's lap and grinned. He muttered a spell to the blanket, which quickly changed into Harry's old trainer. No more noise was heard from the direction of the castle for at least a minute as the two waited in silence. After waiting a little longer, Draco stood up.
"Same time next week?"
"Wouldn't miss it," Harry said coyly, smiling.
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Harry made his way silently to Gryffindor Tower as Draco proceeded stealthily to the Slytherin's dungeons. That night, both of them had similar dreams. Have been awoken by Harry's racket entering the dormitory, Ron heard him mutter something as he crawled into his four-poster that sounded strangely like 'Seamus was right….'
As Draco slid into his bed without a change of clothes, Goyle could have sworn he heard Draco mutter something about Gryffindor libido.
In the Gryffindor and Slytherin, two boys slept very well that night, indeed.
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The next morning, Ron woke Harry up, shaking him violently from the shoulder. "Hey, Harry. Did you, er… say something about Seamus last night?"
"Only that Seamus was right. Slytherins are sexy"
"That's what I thought," said Ron, wincing slightly, "I really don't want to know."
Harry smirked a very un-Gryffindor smirk and pulled the curtains back around his bed. "Good morning, Ron."
End.
A/N: That came out better and faster than I could have ever hoped. Do tell me what you think about the snog scene – it's really a learning process for me right now. I thought about avoiding it, but there was no earthly way to do so.