A/N: There is fluffy almost-smut contained herein. I'll leave the notes 'till the end and let you just get right to it. :)
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Chapter XXVIII - Getting to Like Wednesdays
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Harry and Draco were awakened twice on Wednesday morning before they actually decided to get up. First, as usual, was the piercing whine of the alarm clock followed by Seamus's cursing. Harry, accustomed to ignoring the demonic device, simply rolled over slightly, threw an arm across Draco's waist, and snuggled in for some more shut-eye. Draco, who was somewhat less desensitized, took a bit longer to fall back to sleep, but the warmth of the sheets and Harry's body pressed against his own soon worked their magic.
The second time they were awakened was less annoying than the first, but caused Draco to nearly have a panic attack. Ron, freshly showered and changed, was kicking the side of Harry's bed repeatedly.
"Harry! Harry, wake up! You're going to miss breakfast, you know!" Ron's voice was indeed loud enough to wake Harry up (as if the kicking hadn't already done that). It was also loud enough to wake Draco, whose immediate reaction was to hex the Weasel for disturbing a rather pleasant dream involving a naked Harry, a paintbrush, and some of the Weasley twins' strawberry-flavoured edible ink (Harry had been given a generous supply of the stuff to use-- along with their 'Palatable Parchment'-- for passing notes in class, not for... well... you get the idea).
His second reaction, and the one he actually decided to go with, was to dive under the covers and cling to Harry as tightly as possible, in an effort to minimize the obviousness of his presence. It was probably a good thing that he did so, as Ron flicked open the hangings of Harry's bed a moment later, sticking his head in.
"Harry? Are you going to get up? Breakfast is already half over..." The redhead blinked at the relative darkness inside the hangings, his eyes trying to adjust.
Draco breathed shallowly and as silently as he could, trying to match his breathing rhythm to Harry's and thanking his lucky stars that Harry's body was between him and the Weasel. He tucked his head against Harry's chest, breathing in the soft scent of his body, his sweat. He couldn't help but nuzzle a little as he felt Harry stir against his stomach.
"I've got free period, and it's Wednesday. I hate Wednesdays," Harry grumbled, "So sod off and let me sleep, will you?" He snuggled down; into his pillow, from Ron's perspective, though what he was actually snuggling into was quite different. And much more comfortable.
"Alright..." Ron was a bit hesitant, but withdrew a bit anyway. "But you're missing breakfast!" Apparently, Draco surmised, this was a capital offense in the world of Ronald Weasley.
"I'll get something from the kitchens if I'm hungry. Go on, already! I'll bet Hermione's waiting for you."
That seemed to be enough, as Draco's sharply pricked ears caught the sound of the hangings closing again with a 'snick', then the sound of the door to the dormitory closing. He took a deep, shuddering, relieved breath as Harry wiggled in his grasp until he, too, was buried beneath the covers, his face just in front of Draco's.
"That was close." He grinned, a little hint of adrenaline-high still caught in his voice.
"I can't believe that turned you on." Draco sighed theatrically, rubbing his hip against Harry's groin. The fact that he was already half-hard was poorly disguised by the thin layers of flannel separating them.
"Mmm." Harry purred a little, grinning even wider as he laughed, "So I'm a closet exhibitionist. That didn't turn you on? Not even a little?"
"No." Draco rebuked, nibbling lightly on Harry's lower lip before he continued. "But this," He thrust upward with his hip and received another purr as a reward, "this is certainly doing the trick."
"Is it?" Harry growled out, smirking a little as he pulled Draco tight against him and rolled, trapping the blond beneath him. Draco looked up at him, a hint of surprise in his expression, then Harry's mouth was on his-- testing, tasting, seeking to devour. Draco curled his fingers into Harry's tangled hair, reveling in the hunger of the kiss and the friction of their cloth-covered erections rubbing together between their bodies.
"I like it," Draco panted as the kiss broke, "when you're aggressive." He thrust his hips up, seeking more of that delicious heat. With a wicked grin, Harry thrust back, pressing Draco's body down into the soft mattress and taking advantage of his better positioning to keep it there.
"Like that?" He purred suggestively, his voice husky and low. Draco shuddered beneath him.
"God, yes!" Draco groaned, putting the hand that was still tangled in Harry's hair to good use as he dragged him down into another kiss. It was slow and wet and sensual, and Draco moaned into Harry's mouth as Harry used his leverage to grind their hips together. Draco snaked his hands down Harry's body; sliding them past the hem of his shirt to caress the skin beneath, then moving on to grasp the curves of his hips. He tugged Harry down even closer; even the scant millimeters of cloth between them were too much space.
Soft moans, wet kisses and a heat that had nothing to do with temperature filled the boys' universe in the minutes that followed, and when they came-- all loud cries and grasping hands-- it wasn't at the same time, but it was together, and that was all that really mattered.
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"I told you it would be disgusting."
"We could have just used 'scourgify', and we wouldn't be in this situation."
"That's cheating."
"... And this is more fun, anyway."
"True," Harry agreed, wrapping his arms around Draco's torso, which he found rather appealing when both bare and wet at the same time. Well, he found it appealing all the time, really, but... watching the rivulets of water run from the ends of that blond hair, past thin-but-muscular shoulders and down his lithe frame was strangely hypnotic.
"What did I say about this?" Harry could hear Draco rolling his eyes. "We're not going to get out of here if you keep doing that."
"Maybe that was the plan?" Harry returned, adding a hopeful note of suggestion that was flatly turned down.
"No. Maybe later. Right now, I'm hungry. You made me miss breakfast." Draco was beginning to understand the Weasel's concern- this "missing breakfast" thing was worse than he'd thought.
"You weren't complaining at the time." Harry pointed out, in perfectly reasonable and factual fashion. Draco scowled at him.
"Well, I am now. Orgasms are lovely, but right now I want sausages."
Harry laughed.
"Well, if you hadn't fallen asleep, we wouldn't have gotten our pajamas stuck to us, and we might've made it down in time for breakfast."
"Oh, shut it. You fell asleep, too." Harry couldn't argue with that, so he did the next best thing. He dropped a kiss on the soft place where Draco's neck met his shoulder, right below the cord of the choker, then stepped out of the shower and wrapped his towel around his waist.
"Finish up, and I'll get you your sausages."
Draco smiled.
"Alright."
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"At least we're close to the same size." Draco conceded, turning and twisting before the mirror so that he could examine how well Harry's jeans accentuated his finely shaped rear-end. They seemed to pass muster, though Harry thought the cutest part of the ensemble was how the pants were so long that only Draco's toes were visible, and he nearly tripped when his heels caught on the material.
"Why do you care, anyway? It's not like anyone can see what you're wearing under your robes." Harry pointed out, sprawling back on his bed as he waited for Draco to select a shirt.
"Where's the green one?" The blond muttered, pawing through Harry's trunk in his search for couture that fit his standards- apparently nothing did, though a good eighty percent of the items had been picked out by Draco himself ("For you," had been his defense, and at that point Harry decided it was best to give up).
"You stole the green one."
"I did?" Draco was the picture of innocence.
"Yes. You did. I think there's a black shirt in there that you shrunk on purpose."
"Would I do that?"
"Yes."
"...No comment... Oh. This one? This was too big on you." Draco justified, feeling no need for an apology.
"Well, now it's too small on me. Put it on, I'm getting hungry."
"It does look good on me." Draco observed, looking in the mirror again.
"Good, then we can go." Harry sat up, and hopped off the bed.
"I don't have any robes."
Harry paused.
"Well, you can use my spare set until you can find time to grab yours. If we don't hurry, we're not going to have time to eat before we have to get to class."
"You have Gryffindor robes. I'm not wearing Gryffindor robes." He crossed his arms and tried to look imposing. It didn't precisely work, as it's hard for one to look imposing in pants that are two sizes too big for them.
"Then transfigure the crest. I don't care." Harry shrugged. "I'll just turn it back later."
"What about my Prefect's badge?" Harry sighed.
"What about it? You have to go back to your room before class, anyway," he replied lazily.
"And why would that be?"
"Well, I assumed you wanted to bring your books to Transfiguration, but I could have been wrong."
"Oh. Sorry." Draco actually did have the grace to look somewhat apologetic for being so snappish, but only somewhat. Harry gave him a soft smile.
"Come on. I promised you sausages, right?" He tossed the balled-up invisibility cloak at Draco, then pointed at his extra robes, which had been tossed haphazardly on the end of the bed. "Put them on, and let's go."
"Fine, fine."
Draco could be quick, when he wanted to be. Harry grabbed his bookbag and followed the rapidly-disappearing blond out of the dormitory and into the school proper.
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"You know, I should probably leave some of my clothes in your room, if this is going to keep happening." Draco commented as Harry set about tickling the appropriate pear in the painting that led to the kitchens.
"Probably. If you keep stealing mine, I'll be left wearing my pajamas to class." He waited for the pear to stop squirming, then turned the handle and entered the kitchen, with Draco following on his heels. He had already removed the invisibility cloak- it wasn't needed except for getting out of Gryffindor Tower. In retrospect, Harry wondered whether he shouldn't have made Draco keep it on.
The house elves who worked in the kitchen were busily cleaning up after the morning's breakfast, scrubbing and cleaning and putting all the pots back in their places. Most of them didn't spare a glance at the two students who entered. One, though, certainly did. Harry had barely gotten through the entranceway when an odd little voice cried out over the din;
"Harry Potter, sir! Dobby is very pleased to see Harry Potter! What can- aahhh!" Harry barely had time to catch sight of the diminutive figure of the house elf before he was gone again, hiding behind one of the large preparation tables. Only the top few of his multitude of layered hats were visible above the edge. Harry turned around, wondering what it was that had scared Dobby, then realized his tremendous error.
Signaling to Draco to stay back, Harry slowly approached Dobby's hiding place.
"Dobby? It's okay, I promise. He's not going to hurt you."
"Dobby knows that boy. That's Dobby's old master's boy! He's no good! He should not be near Harry Potter!" Dobby was shaking now, though his voice held the edge of furiosity that it had held the few times Dobby had shown any backbone. Harry's mouth quirked up a little bit. While it would be fun to see Draco duke it out with a house elf, there didn't need to be any more animosity built up between these two.
"Dobby, listen to me." Harry held a hard gaze on the house elf until he looked back, and not at Draco's feet (all that was visible of him from Dobby's vantage point below the table). "He's not going to hurt you. He's my friend now." Dobby's already comically-large eyes widened further.
"The Malfoy boy is Harry Potter's friend?" The house elf seemed to be trying to wrap his mind around this statement. If there were two things that didn't fit together in Dobby's worldview, they were Malfoys and Harry Potter. Harry nodded encouragingly.
"That's right. He's my friend, and we were wondering if we could get some food? We missed breakfast." No sooner had these words passed Harry's lips than Dobby was off, hustling about the kitchen to bring them two plates loaded with eggs, toast and jam, and Draco's sausages. Twin goblets of orange juice soon followed, as did chairs next to the nearest preparation table (which, Harry noted with some amusement, corresponded to the Hufflepuff table above).
"Is there anything else Dobby can get for Harry Potter and his... friend?" Dobby was still eyeing Draco with suspicion, which wouldn't have been nearly as funny if Draco hadn't been stuffing his mouth full of scrambled eggs at the time.
"No, we're fine. Thank you, Dobby." Harry smiled graciously at their small host, meanwhile viciously elbowing Draco in the side.
"Eh? Oh. Ank oo."
Harry rolled his eyes.
"And here I thought you Malfoys were supposed to have such excellent manners. Tsk." Harry put on his most disappointed face, earning him a withering glare from the blond, who finally swallowed before responding.
"We do. But I'm hungry, and I'm eating while the eggs are still hot, thank you very much." Draco sniffed, then turned his attention to the house elf, who was still hovering by Harry's side. Dobby looked at once suspicious and terrified, and Draco smiling at him was probably doing more harm than good. "This is very good. Thank you," he stated, then dove right back into his breakfast. Dobby looked patently shocked.
"Do you have any more sausage, please?" Draco asked a moment later, having polished off what he was given in record time. Dobby hopped to attention.
"Dobby will get you more, Mr. Malfoy, sir! Anything for a friend of Harry Potter!" He scampered off, nearly losing his topmost hat in the process. Harry chuckled.
"What's so funny?" Harry shook his head, and Draco looked even more confused.
They always did call them 'magic words'. Harry smiled, and kept the joke to himself as Draco was distracted by another serving of sausages.
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"So, go get your stuff and I'll see you in Transfiguration." Harry was saying as he shoved the invisibility cloak down into his bookbag. Draco was fidgeting.
"Weren't we going to talk about... that stuff... this morning?" He looked mildly annoyed, though whether it was at Harry or at both of them for forgetting, Harry couldn't be sure.
"I guess." Harry shrugged. "We can talk later. I mean, we have almost all the time in the world, right?" He tapped the rune on his new choker to illustrate his point.
"I suppose you're right." Draco agreed, still fidgeting. He took a glance back over his shoulder, and Harry's gaze followed. A little too well, it seemed, because he didn't see the kiss coming until Draco's mouth was on his.
"See you in class." Draco waved as he jogged away down the hall, leaving a soundly-kissed and rather happy Harry standing in front of the painting of the fruit bowl.
'I could get to like Wednesdays.' Harry grinned as he set off down the corridor towards Professor McGonagall's classroom.
Tbc...
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A/N: Okay, now we get to my chattering on about things. How'd you like it? #worries# It's my first bit of semi- boy!smut, so tell me if it sucks! I would really appreciate constructive criticism. #bows#
I know, I said in my blog that there would be plot, but I gave up on that for this chapter. I can worry about plot later. I did several chapters of plot, so this chapter is a total fluff break. :)
This chapter is dedicated to Soleil Fonce and AbigaleSnitche, for their kind beta of my semi-smut. Yep, that's right, people. If you email me directly, you get to see the good stuff early. Thanks, guys! #gives many cookies#
REVIEW RESPONSES! (If you're confused about anything, reading these is a good idea! Direct questions asked in a review will usually get a response, so ask away!)
Padfoot da Great: Hm. I don't know about you, but my friends and I found LOTS of cute guys who we thought might be getting it on in their spare time (side effect of Catholic school, I think). Anyway, the "cute thing" was just the "hair flop/look at Harry" routine that Hermione noticed. It's back in... Chapter 22. Yep, that's it. No big surprises, I'm afraid. Just more of me being able to make a single day into two or three chapters. Does anyone mind that? I mean, I sort of worry that this is moving too slowly, but then I don't think it is... Feedback appreciated!
Alice Midnight: yay! twins! So, James Frederick is one, you name the other. :) As to the sofa:
Let me explain the sofa. It has come to my attention, during my years of life, that girls' bathrooms rock, and boys' bathrooms suck. I am friends with many males, and they have all confirmed this point. Ginny and Hermione's "gossip spot" is based on the anteroom of one of the women's bathrooms at my old high school. It featured two sofas (but the one was really old and tiny and no one sat on it), a coffee table which was generally used to hold fake flowers, Better Homes and Gardens, a few issues of Cosmo, and a random Harlequin Romance novel (which changed randomly, and for no apparent reason). The men's bathroom was lucky if it was issued soap. There was a similar situation at a church I attended, and at the School District building for my county. I checked with guys in these places- the men's bathroom didn't have a couch, or a table, or in some cases, toilet paper. I find this extremely amusing, though I do feel sorry for the poor guys. However, I figured Hogwarts, being as obscenely normal as it is in these regards, would give the girls a sofa. Cosmo was replaced with Witch Weekly, and there you have it. Sofa. Also, to note, the sofa is not IN the bathroom. It is, along with the table, in the ANTEROOM, which leads into the bathroom. All the anteroom has in it is the sofa, the table, the portrait, and a makeup counter (for putting on, not selling).
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