Chapter 6

"Harry!" Seamus cried, a little too loudly, the second Harry had set foot inside the common room, dashing all hopes of being by himself for the rest of the night. "You look like you've just seen a ghost," the other boy commented. Harry just looked at him, unable to think of what to say. It was then that Hermione came down the stairs. The stairs from the boys' dorms. And her hair was frizzier than normal. Harry raised an eyebrow in question, but his female friend ignored it completely.

"Where's my movie?" she asked. "I feel a Bowie withdrawal coming on."

"Shit," he muttered. He'd been in such a hurry to leave, he'd left the movie and everything else behind.

"Did you leave it in Draco's room?" she asked, lowering her voice so no one else would hear. Harry's eyes widened a bit. How did she know? Wait, wait, duh, she's Hermione, she knows almost everything. He nodded, turning slightly red.

"Well?" Hermione's eyes bore a hole through him.

"Well, what?" he replied, slightly worried what her answer would be.

"Go back and get it!" she nearly shouted. Harry started to leave, but she grabbed him by the shoulder. "Just use 'alohomora', he should probably be making his rounds as Head Boy right now," she all but pushed him out the portrait hole.

"Merlin, you think she wouldn't be so strung out after getting some," he muttered to himself.

Draco stared at his clock. He had been sitting on his bed, thinking calmly and rationally about the situation before him for the past 87 minutes and 23 seconds since Harry had left. I told you there'd be hormones flying, said the voice. Draco groaned loudly. He was seriously considering seeking help. It just wasn't normal to have a voice in your head. Maybe if I put the movie back on, he thought. David always puts me in a good mood. I can figure this all out later. Yes, that's what I'll do.

And he settled himself back on the couch, and started the movie over again.

Harry took as long as he possibly could, walking back to Draco's room. Thoughts of what had just happened replayed over and over again in his head. He couldn't put words to his thoughts though. His mind kept trying to make up excuses for making out with Draco, but they were only half-formed, or they did not make any sense.

Suddenly he was at Draco's door, despite the fact that he had been walking as slowly as he could and taking the longest route possible, or so he'd thought. He pressed his ear up against the door, but heard nothing, so he pulled out his wand, and whispered the unlocking charm.

As soon as he walked in, he was blasted with music. Harry nearly fainted at the site before him.

Draco was shirtless and pantless (but not boxerless) and dancing like a maniac. In the background, David Bowie was doing much the same thing on the TV, only he was more clothed, as he sang "Dance Magic Dance." Harry stood there shocked for a whole minute before Draco noticed him.

Draco let out a small shriek and ran off his bed and shut the door.

"Are you mad? What are you doing back here? What makes you think you have the right to invade my privacy?" he shouted over the music. He went over to the TV and turned the volume down all the way. Then he waited for a response from the gaping raven-haired boy before him.

"I….I…er, I…" he tried to speak, but no words came to him. "Oh fuck it," he panted and finally gave up the mental battle in his head, strode over to the expectant blonde, and latched his lips onto Draco's.

Draco tried to struggle for a moment. He felt he should be mad for having been walked out on so rudely. But his good old friend in his pants had thoughts otherwise. He linked his arms around Harry's back and responded with much enthusiasm, until they collapsed onto the bed.