5.
He opened his eyes and regretted it immediately. The light coming through the curtains was too harsh. It made his head hurt even more. He could feel where his grasses had dug into his face during his sleep. God, he felt awful. He wiggled around a little to see if anything else hurt as much. Nope, just his head. Then he remembered last night. All the drinking, the dancing and most of all laughing with everyone. Who would have guessed that a goodbye Hogwarts party could be so much fun instead of sad. They had gone into the early hours of the morning and hadn't even tried to go up to the room. He was in one of the largest sofas in the room of requirement. He looked over, and everywhere he saw, people were snoozing, or just waking up from their slumber. Just as he was deciding to get up or not, an arm wrapped around him and pulled him back. Someone snuggles into his hair and whispered.
- Stop wriggling so much.
He felt his blush start at his cheeks and go down his neck to his chest. He had to be flaming red now. His heart hammered in his chest. He knew that voice. And he had dreamed of something like this too many times.
- Draco?...
- You didn't think I was some bint, did you?
It WAS Draco. God, he didn't know if to be relieved he hadn't revealed his secret wants to someone else or if to be nervous. He didn't remember much from last night. He hadn't done anything he would regret, did he? Even worse, he hadn't done something he would want to remember, he couldn't have.
- What happened?
Harry asked, his voice rough, mind clouded.
- Wait… you don't remember?
Did he hear some sadness in Draco's voice? He quickly turned around to look at him.
- I… I don't think I do. I'm sorry. Did I do something?
Draco dramatically put a hand to his forehead.
- Oh, woe is me! You take my first, deflower me of my pureness and then forget? How could you be so rude! You'll have to take some responsibility if I'm pregnant.
Harry hesitated a second, then proceed to punch the blonde's arm.
- Oh really, ha ha you're such a hoot Draco.
- I know, right? I knew you would love my acting.
Draco's eyes were shimmering and electric, a beautiful picture of aliveness. Harry could barely look away. But, he did, to the wrong place. Draco had his bottom lip captured in a small bite with his upper teeth, and Harry could see how perfect and smooth they were. He knew he had to look away, but he couldn't.
- I thought something else had happened…
His voice wavered a bit.
- Something else like…?
Draco asked, nearly a whisper as he held on to Harry tighter.
- Something like… this?
He didn't know who had started first, but they were both leaning in, as if magnets, unable to stop.
- HARRY! DRACO! WHERE ARE YOU? MCGONNAGALL IS GOING TO KILL YOU!
They split apart before anything happened, surprised.
Neville popped his head over the back of the sofa.
- Harry, could you… Oh! Hi Draco… ehm would you two not mind going? Everyone is going to be moody if this lasts any more. We shouldn't have bought so much firewhisky…
That last part seemed to be more for himself than them.
They both got up clumsily from the sofa and went to the voice calling them, a bit too close for what people would call friends. When they were asked later, they would blame the hangover.
