Disclaimer: Harry Potter is copyrighted to J. K. Rowling. The characters in this story belong to her.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Draco woke up cold and hung over. He also seemed to be lying naked in bed with someone.
"Harry!" he exclaimed indignantly as he sat up swiftly and reached for his jeans.
"Hmmm?" the sleepy boy muttered.
"What the hell, Har- Potter!"
"What?" A green eye blinked open reluctantly. "Oh my God!" And Harry too was struggling into his jeans.
"Calm down," Draco ordered him with irritation.
"What happened?"
Draco resented the accusing note in Harry's voice.
"You stripped naked and convinced me to sleep with you," Draco explained compactly. His memories of the previous night were blurry, but he definitely remembered a completely nude Harry arguing that they needed to have sex.
"Really?" Harry asked cautiously.
Draco smirked. "Don't you remember anything?"
"Kinda. I remember you kept kissing me in the living room. And then I remember we were in here, and you were – doing things – to me. I just don't know how we got here."
Draco himself wasn't too clear on all the details, so he merely shrugged helplessly.
"We could ask Ronny," he suggested wickedly, and Harry paled.
"Ronny! Oh God."
"What?"
"We didn't, you know, do anything in front of him, did we?" Harry looked sick.
Memories were coming back slowly. "We kissed, I think. Yeah. We were trying to prove we were really a couple. So we started doing stuff."
"Stuff?" Harry asked in shrilly, scandalized tones.
Draco smirked at Harry's discomfort. "Only kissing, I think." Another memory hit him and he snorted disdainfully. "Then we came in here. And you were afraid Ronny would know we were faking everything unless we slept together."
"Oh." This seemed to fit in with Harry's own recollections because he ended the accusing glare he had been directing towards Draco.
"So, then. Time for breakfast and work?" Draco questioned cheerfully.
The Slytherin was perfectly content. The sex had been Harry's idea, and Harry now regretted it. And as long as Harry Potter was upset at his own stupidity, Draco could be in a good mood. Oh yes, sleeping with Potter had been a personal sacrifice. But the scandalized look on his bedmate's face made everything worthwhile.
The disheveled Gryffindor followed Draco to the kitchen where they greeted a gently grinning Ronny.
"Nice night?" he asked devilishly.
Draco was pleased to see Harry pale again.
"Uh..." Harry muttered pathetically.
Ronny laughed. "It's okay. I should have thought to bring earplugs."
Harry turned bright red, and Draco smirked at him amusedly.
"Pick some up before tonight," Draco advised, gleefully watching Harry squirm with embarrassment.