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Summary: Harry and Draco awake suddenly in Harry's dorm room, holding each other in his four post bed. Ron and Hermione, trying to surprise their friend on an early Sunday morning, draw back his curtains. What they find surprises them, and they are both stricken with emotions of horror and amusement. When Harry groggily wakes, Draco still asleep in his arms, he recalls the previous night. He then jumps out of bed in shock of seeing Hermione and Ron! Later that day, when school begins, Draco ignores Harry at his every attempt to speak to him. His feelings are slightly hurt, but being a Gryffindor and Harry Potter, he can handle it. Also that day, Ron and Hermione have their fun by asking Harry personal questions. More about his sexuality, why he chose the Slytherin Dragon Prince.
Remus and Sirius together: *sigh* Authors these days…Losin' is mind, isn't 'e?
Remus: Er…I wouldn't say losing, Sirius; I'd go for lost…
Sirius: Haha, very well…all the same, you know…Well, let's get on with it, eh?
Remus: *glares*
Sirius: What? I just want to know what happened! If you had a Godson, you too would be worried about who's been tamperin' with 'em! Besides, that Draco kid is lucky I can't get down off this cloud and whoop his behind!
Remus: *shakes his head at Sirius, sighing and wagging his finger*. You know, you really should get your priorities straight…
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Hints of the shy suns rays danced their patterns across the small four poster beds drawn curtains. Outside the dormitories door, the soft pitter patters of feet could be heard. The door creaked open almost noiselessly, revealing a bushy haired, brown eyed girl. It was Hermione Granger. The grin on her face looked plastered. In her eyes there was a mischievousness that was not Hermione. She looked around the dorm room quietly, making sure none of the boys were awake. Cautiously and quietly, she stepped through, trying carefully to avoid stepping on books, paper and clothes. Fortunately, though, when she did step on a spot of the floor where a pencil lay, Neville's snores drowned out the cracking sound.
When she stopped at Ron's bed, she smiled down at him. She tapped his shoulder, trying to awaken him, but to no avail. She then nudged him gently, sure this would awaken him. Again, he lay there sleeping. Getting aggravated, she sat down on his bed, and plucked his forehead. Instantly, he awoke to a start. He turned and looked at her lazily, not really able to focus on her face. He immediately saw her devious grin, though.
"Oy, Hermione, what're you doin' up," he yawned in-between his sentence, "here so early, hmm?"
"I've come to get you and Harry, so we could go down to the lake. I've something I want to show you two!" she said, beaming. Ron simply stared at her blankly, and, without a word, fell flat on his face into his pillow.
She spoke again, this time making sure her voice was just above a whisper.
"Oh, Ron, really!"
Hermione gently popped his cheek, and he again came back to consciousness. Hermione let out a soft giggle, while looking at her dear red headed friend. He was in a horrible state. His red hair, which had grown somewhat shaggy like his brothers Fred and Georges' had, was tousled. His chin was streaked with drool, and his eyes filled with sleep.
"Er…what do you want, 'Mione?!" he moaned, putting his face back into the pillow. And, apparently, he had an awful case of morning's breath, too.
"I said I wanted to show you and Harry something, now come on, get up!" she rasped, trying not to scream in excitement.
"Look, 'Mione, no offense to you and your rendezvous', but why don't you come back later and beam me up for the Quidditch tournament breakfast?" he said, his voice muffled from his face still in the pillow. Hermione sighed, frowning down at the unconscious Ronald Weasley. She figured the poor boy was so out of it and tired he couldn't even string a sentence together.
It'd only been a few times that she'd seen the boys' dormitories this year, so she took it upon herself to explore its new changes. She looked at the window, noticing the beams of the sun shining more brightly now, no longer shying over the hills and mountains surrounding the castle. Her eyes drifted around the room, settling on every one of the four poster beds. She smiled, knowing that although the rays of the sun were brighter now, as far as the occupants of the room knew, it was just beginning to rise, seeing as their curtains were an opaque red. Finally her eyes settled on Harry's bed, whose curtains were drawn tight, securing the bed from all intruders. Apparently it was done on purpose. As she looked away, Neville's loud snores rang throughout the room.
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Harry opened his eyes, unable to let them adjust to the now beaming sun. He attempted again to let them settle with the red and orange rays blasting from the sun into his room. Once they had, he groggily looked around, seeing nothing but red. For a moment, he panicked, until he realized he'd only been in his bed. Panic struck him once again, as his eyes settled on a pale, nude body beside him. He leant over, placing his face inches from Draco's, and it was only until he realized he was breathing that he calmed. He sighed, and rolled over, putting out a hand to grab his glasses. He then contemplated on whether or not to grab his frames. He didn't, and rolled back over, wrapping his arms around the waist of the blonde sleeping besides him.
"Me loves you, 'arry", said the sleeping Draco, apparently unaware of the fact he'd spoken in his sleep. Harry smiled, and kissed his shoulder. He gently backed into Harry, and Harry could see him smile, too. Draco turned over, facing Harry. Much to Harry's amazement, he was still asleep. Also, his hair, rough as he'd slept and aside from the previous night's activities, was still neat. As Harry admired his sleeping beauties face, he felt a hand sliding down his back, and coming up to rest on his hip. It was Draco's hand, but, he was still asleep. Perhaps, he thought it was all a dream. Maybe Draco couldn't believe that feeling Harry's warmth against his own was real.
Harry then thought back to last night. The memory was very distinct, and visual and graphic. At that moment, every feeling he'd felt last night rushed through him. Amazement, love, pain, and happiness. Amazement for the way Draco handled him, so gentle and caring. Love because of the way Draco'd felt, so sweet and harmless. He'd finally been able to do what he never thought he could. The pain, which almost hurt Harry to remember, was when in fact Draco had begun to make love to him. Having had been a virgin, the feeling was new, and he wasn't as prepared as he should have been. Luckily, though, Draco had known a charm that'd ease the pain. Pleasure came and over. Finally, the best feeling of all was the feeling of happiness. The happiness had come from all the other three emotions combined. It was rare Harry ever felt genuinely happy. But, with Draco, especially last night, he'd felt it. Bursting his thought bubbles, immediately he lowered his head to his sleeping love, and kissed his cheek softly. At this, Draco moved a bit, smiling again.
'He looks so angelic lying there in all his innocence…' Harry thought to himself as he watched him sleep. Just as he was about to get out of bed to pull on his pajamas, he awoke.
"Morning, beautiful", Harry whispered to him. An all too innocent smile passed Draco's seductive lips, and it was when Harry turned away from this that he felt Draco's hand on his jaw line, pulling him in to kiss him. Harry found himself tracing the frame of Draco's body, as he had done the night before. He'd memorized every area of his body, finding out what spots drove him wild and made him weak. Draco shuddered under Harry's touch, and gaze. When they broke away for air, Harry realized the curtains beginning to pull back. Draco had seen this too, and began to clutch the blankets up to his chest, his breathing weighted. Harry tensed, a look of pure fear blazing across his eyes. His face, too, began to tense, and his heart pounded. He glanced over at Draco, and shut his eyes tight, hoping maybe he'd fallen asleep again. But as the sun began to pour into the bed, he realized it was not a dream, and that it was in fact reality.
Harry then gazed up into the two faces glaring down at him and his bedmate. A glowering Ron and an ashen faced Hermione. Soon, their faces settled into understanding, and then a look of straight amusement and horror struck them. Hermione's lips quirked and Ron's brow twitched. After a moments awkward silence, the two broke out into fits of laughter. Ron's laughter, though, was of nervousness of the situation, and hysteria. Hermione was wiping tears of mirth, turning red and breaking into silent spells of giggles. Draco exchanged a glance with Harry, afraid of what'd happen next. They both knew this just couldn't be real. There was no way his two best friends found him and Draco Malfoy, naked in a bed, and found the situation so amusing they laughed into pains.
***
"W-…what are you guy's doing here?" Harry asked, bewildered. Hermione straightened herself up, still laughing a bit, and said,
"I should ask the same! Well, I mean, I know you're supposed to be here Harry," she marked, looking and pointing a finger at Draco, "but him. What's he doing in your bed?"
Harry looked around, trying to avoid making eye contact with his red headed, red faced, and at the moment, red tempered friend.
"Er…Harry…" said Ron, dropping his eyes to the foot of the bed, "did you guys…well, you know?" he finished, looking utterly disgusted, but not directly showing his embarrassed friend. Draco, still clutching the sheets to his chest, had a red tint to his pale, creamy skin. Harry caught his expression, and chuckled under his breath. Draco lightly punched his arm, and instantly Harry straightened up.
"Well…you see…er…Draco and I…" Harry stuttered. Hermione shot him and irking look, and he found his words immediately. To Harry, Hermione had always been his sort of muse. And, sometimes, she was his motherly figure.
"Draco and I, last night, confessed our…well, love for one another. I won't go into detail, for Ron's sake, but one thing led to another and, you know…" he pointed to the blanket and sheets before him, and then looked over to Draco and pointed, indicating what had happened in the night. Then, Ron's face lifted, and his eyes opened in a bit of shock.
"You mean, you had bloody sex while I was in the room?! I must've been sleeping hard not to hear that!" he exclaimed, again looking disgusted. His face paled, and he looked to the side, as if preparing himself to vomit.
"Well, you didn't hear it because I put a silencing charm around the bed. Besides, Ron, it's not like I haven't had to listen to it" he said, smirking. Hermione reddened, and Ron didn't say anything. Hermione then put her hand over her mouth, tossing her head to the side and slapping her hand against Harry's leg. Still, Ron kept quiet.
***
It had been hours since Ron and Hermione left Harry and Draco alone in the dormitory. He was thankful that the rest of the room mates weren't there, and that they hadn't been coming in and out. Perhaps Ron and Hermione told them some lie, and told them that if he was sick, not to visit because it was so contagious. Though, he doubted that because Madame Pompfrey would've caught word, and sent for Harry straight away. Since they'd left, they showered, and it had been together. They'd played a game of exploding snaps, and ate a bag of Bertie Bott's every flavoured Jelly Beans.
"Harry", called Draco from the opposite side of the room, "can you tell me who these people are?"
Harry instantly came to his side, and joined him on the end of his trunk. Draco had found his photo album, and was pointing to a picture of his parents, with a baby Harry in their arms.
"Is that your mum and dad?" he pointed at them, and looked up into the face of a saddened, yet prideful looking Harry.
"Yeah, that's them. I was only a year old there…Hagrid gave this to me" he said, caressing the picture and smiling at his mother and father. They went through the book together, and Harry explained best as he could who everyone was. Draco seemed extremely interested in finding out about Harry's family and life with the Dursleys. But, he'd been very furiated when he found out how they'd treated him, and vowed to never treat him that way, or let anyone else for that matter.
"You haven't eaten all day; I suppose we should go down to the Hall now for lunch?" Draco pointed out, heading towards the door. Harry nodded in agreeance, and got up to follow. On their way down the stairs into the commons room, they exchanged playful kisses and touches. When they reached the commons room, it was entirely empty, much to Harry's preference.
"I wish you could sit besides me during lunch and things", said a grieving Harry before they opened the doors to the Great Hall.
"I'll go in first, so they don't suspect anything. You wait out here for about 25 or 30 seconds, okay love?" Draco said before kissing him goodbye. Again Harry nodded, and did as they planned, coming in 30 seconds after he had. They Great Hall chattered noisily, and the lunch was as always delicious. Harry had sat between Hermione and Ron as usual, and didn't speak much. They didn't speak much either, due to the fact that they were all too embarrassed to do so. Seamus and Neville talked about what they'd get their next trip to Hogsmeade. Dean had spoken about his new girlfriend from which he'd met in London, and showed a picture of her posing as if she were a super model. All the guys from Gryffindor gawked at her, and Hermione, Parvati and Lavender frowned at them, t'sking and muttering 'boys' under their breath.
Harry was eager to see Draco again, and couldn't wait until they had the time to. After the food was wiped from their plates, instantly he jumped up from where he was sitting, and raced out of the Hall. He waited in one of the alcoves before the corridor and peaked around about every 5 seconds to see if Draco was coming his way. When he was, Harry's heart pounded in excitement. As he neared him, and was about 6 feet away, Harry grabbed his cloak sleeve and pulled him into the alcove too.
"Hello, there Mr.Malfoy" he breathed against his ear, moistoning the skin behind it. Draco flinched.
"What was that all about?"
"Nothing, Potter."
"Why are you calling me Potter again?"
"Because that's who you are, isn't it? Why would I call you anything else besides it?"
"Maybe because you had last night and all day today?" Harry said, his voice shaky. Draco looked around, trying to see if someone he knew was coming their way.
"I've got to go, Potter. See you around then, eh?" he said, and with those words, he left. His cloak swooshed behind him, and as he'd done that one day, he didn't turn back once. Harry, who was clutching the robes near his chest, felt a bit hurt. Almost heart broken. But, he could make it. Draco, after all was only his world now. Why should he hurt if he treated him like he wasn't his? Harry shouldn't expect so much from him, anyway. With the time remaining, he ran up to his room, slamming the door and throwing himself onto the bed. He stayed there, undisturbed and sulking, until dinner. Lazily, he got up. He'd been asleep half the time he lay up there, and honestly, he hadn't even felt like going to Dinner. As a matter of fact, he didn't have the energy to. When Ron ran up to get him, he and Hermione over their embarrassment, he reluctantly joined them.
***
Across the room, he watched him, burning a hole in his back. He wished he hadn't done him the way he did in the alcove after lunch, and only wished he could turn back the time and tell him how much he loved being in his presence in a dark, secluded area. He turned away from him, though, and probably left him heartbroken. It was only one instance though, and it couldn't have ruined things that easily. If they were really in love, like they'd said last night, his resistance shouldn't turn him away. Should it? It never had in any of Draco's other relationships. Well, even then those weren't relationships, it was merely shagging. No love, no intimacy, and barely any conversation. He'd never been in a relationship where he and the partner spoke civilly to each other. Harry was, in more ways than one, his first.
***
Harry turned to look at Draco, and was a little hurt to not see him looking at him. He stayed watching for a moment, and when he turned around, he was delighted. He mouthed to him, that he wanted to meet him. Even though he was looking at him, he'd basically ignored him. Again, he mouthed, with more emphasis, that he wanted to meet him after Dinner.
He sighed, thinking to himself that things weren't going anywhere. It was only a day, and they'd had problems. Dinner passed, and again, Harry waited for his blonde love. He spotted him, and when Draco knew he saw him, he turned the opposite direction, even though he knew it was the wrong way entirely.
"Hey!" Harry called after him. By now, he began to run after him, people in the hallway staring at him and following him with their eyes contently.
"Hey, Draco!" he yelled, getting annoyed. Finally, Draco stopped, but didn't turn around to look at the oncoming Harry. When Harry caught up to him, and caught his breath, he placed a hand on the still standing Draco.
"Draco…I…I wanted to," he said, still breathing ragged. But, to Harry's surprise, and the rest of the hallway for that matter, he was interrupted by someone's lips. That someone's being Draco's. He parted leaving Harry dazed and the hallway in shock. He turned on his heel before anyone could say anything, and run up the corridor steps to the library. The hall filled with whispers and titters, and Harry looked around shamelessly, and ran off too, to his own tower, his heart and spirits lifted.
***
Harry was the happiest he'd been all day since Draco left his dorm. He smiled as he lay on his bed, looking up at the canopy and envisioning him and Draco together. His smile widened, and when he'd heard a knock at the door, he nearly jumped to a start. He yelled, 'come in', and the door opened forcefully, to show a flustered Hermione, and a bothered Ron.
"'Mione here thinks she's got right to snog when she wants!" complained Ron, wiping his collar and flicking his shaggy hair out of his eyes. Harry doubled over in laughter, and Hermione, if possible, blushed even deeper crimson. Ron stepped in, and Hermione hesitantly followed.
"It's okay, Herm, I know what it's like" he said, recalling Draco's kiss in the hallway.
"You seem like you're in higher spirits, Harry. Anything happen?" Hermione asked, taking a seat on his bed, playing with Hedwig.
He looked up at her through his glasses, then to Ron who looked as quizzical as Hermione sounded. He smiled, and asked if they were prepared. They both nodded, Hermione focusing on him again, rather Hedwig.
"All day, since you guys left…well, a little afterwards really; Draco has been ignoring me. I don't know why either, so inbetween lunch and dinner, I would stop him to talk, and he'd blow me off, or run away from me. But, then, when I tried to talk to him after dinner…he stopped after I practically chased him, and kissed me. In the middle of the hall! Everyone saw it, too!"
"Oh, yeah, Parvati told me, and I heard Pansy and Milicent going on about it", said Hermione, snacking on something. Ron, who was quiet, moved around uncomfortably.
"Umm…Harry, we've come to ask you…a few questions" she said, looking down.
"Oh, about what?"
"Well…er…" she looked at Ron for help, but, still he remained quiet. "About your sexuality" she finished. Harry simply smiled and said 'shoot'. Time passed, and questions were asked, all of which Harry answered straight out and forwardly.
"And…why did you choose Draco?!" asked Ron, his mouth gaping.
"Veritaserum", he said simply.
"What?" asked Ron.
"Veritaserum-…it's a truth potion. I suppose you got it from Snapes' office?" Hermione cut in, cutting her eyes from Ron to Harry. He nodded, and she beamed at her knowledge.
"Did you guys…do it?" Ron asked, twisting his mouth. Harry blushed profusely.
"Yes…it was amazing" he said, still blushing. Ron tried to hide his revulsion by what he considered a smile.
"Did it hurt?"
"A little…he put a charm on me, though. So, I didn't hurt much, I guess. But, like I said…it was amazing". Hermione looked at him smiling warmly. They looked at each other understandingly for a full minute or two, and she stood up.
"Well…Ron and I are off" she announced, and they left towards the common room.
***
The door knocked again, and Harry figured it must've been them again. Slowly he opened the door, and when he saw who was standing there, he beamed, and jumped into his arms. He kissed him over and over before allowing him to speak.
"Hullo, to you too, love" Draco said smiling.
"How'd you get up here?"
"Let's say Granger and Weasley did me a favor" he said, kissing him softly. Harry smiled into the kiss, and led him towards the bed and pulled him down with him.
Both boys' enjoyed themselves, romantic and intimacy racing through them.
Next choices:
A- They tell the school their in love
B- They go to Hogsmeade
C- They have a full $heCks scene (Ooh…)
D- Dumbledore finds out
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