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When Harry entered the Gryffindor common room, he was greeted with Hermione's angry face.
"Harry James Potter!" she hissed "Where in Merlin's name have you been?"
"Um, well…I was taking a shower" he explained truthfully, feeling his cheeks going red.
"You were gone for almost three hours!"
Oh shit. Three hours? He didn't think it had been this long.
"Was I really?" he asked nervously, seeing Hermione shaking with anger.
"Yes! What were you doing this whole time, Harry? You were supposed to help us!"
"I told you, I was taking a shower… And the way back to the castle takes some time too, you know."
"It takes at most twenty minutes, Harry! You won't tell me you were showering for two hours!"
"W-well, I was t…-"
"Whatever" she cut the conversation "Just hold these while I hang the rest of it at the ceiling" she said, giving Harry a pile of deflated balloons.
He helped her and some of his other friends decorate the common room until they were finally finished and he was able to go back to his dormitory. He barely had time to rest after the exhausting game and the encounter with Malfoy, when Ron dragged him out of the room, downstairs to the party.
The common room was filled with Gryffindors, all of them patting Harry on the back and congratulating him and his teammates all evening. He had to admit he was having fun. Hermione, Neville and Ginny had done a fantastic job with the whole decorating thing and music. Everyone was in a good mood, celebrating their victory by making toasts to the team and Harry who caught the Snitch – they didn't know how painful the price for catching that bloody snitch had been. Unconsciously he brought his hand down and rubbed his sore bottom, letting out a small hiss at the contact.
As the night progressed, everyone was getting more and more drunk. The twins made Harry drink four shots one after another, and right after he was dragged by Seamus to the couch in front of the fireplace, where Dean, Ron, Neville and Ginny were drinking Firewhisky. Hermione stayed out of the circle, lying comfortably on the couch, shaking her head disapprovingly at them.
Although Harry knew he'd already had too much, he didn't refuse any of the shots Dean was pouring into their glasses. He was aware that he was completely drunk, but didn't really care, with his friends around, knowing they had just won another game and were getting closer to winning the House Cup. Besides, the burning pain in his butt was way easier to handle with all the amount of alcohol that was inside him.
Looking around at some point, he noticed that Ginny had joined Hermione on the unoccupied side of the couch and both of them were sleeping soundly. Ron lay on the floor, with his head propped on his elbow, murmuring something to himself with his eyes closed. Dean, Seamus and Neville were talking about next quidditch game, empty bottles of Firewhiskey lying around them on the plush carpet.
Harry though he could use another sip of the burning drink, so he stood up, supporting himself on the arm of a nearby armchair, and wobbled towards the table in the corner of their common room to pour himself one more glass. The only problem was that all the bottles seemed to be all but empty. All of them. Harry groaned. He seriously needed some more alcohol. It didn't only ease the pain, but also kept him from thinking about how Malfoy's long fingers had stroked their cocks several hours ago and how hard he had come from that. He really wanted to have at least five minutes of not thinking about the whole weird, fucked up relation the two of them developed. He really needed his bloody Firewhisky.
He glanced around and noticed there were still many people in the common room, all too busy with whatever they were doing to notice Harry sneaking out of the tower.
Once outside the common room, he made his way towards the kitchens. He was stumbling through the corridors, until he eventually stopped in front of the painting of a bowl of fruit. He tickled a pear, which giggled and turned into a green door handle. Harry pushed the door and came inside, immediately barging into one of the house elves. He quickly mumbled apologies and asked about some Firewhisky. The house elf nodded frantically and disappeared in the kitchens, leaving Harry by the entrance. A minute later the small creature was back, holding a whole brand new bottle of Firewhisky.
Harry smiled warmly (at least that's what he tried to make it look like) and thanked the elf. At first he wanted to turn around and leave, but then he decided against it and took a few shaky steps towards the nearest wall and slid down, sitting on the floor with his back pushed against the kitchen wall. He opened the bottle and took a generous sip. Yeah, that was it. He really needed it, the burn in his throat, giving him this strange feeling of not giving shit about anything in the world.
He was nursing the whisky, occasionally waving at slightly scared house elves, who were looking at him with reserve, feeling that he was slowly drifting off.
Just when he closed his eyes and wanted to let his brain slip into unconsciousness, something grabbed his shoulder. He cracked his eyes open and opened them wider when he saw Malfoy leaning down towards him.
"Malfoy?" he frowned in confusion.
"What are you doing here, Potter?" the blond quirked his brow, looking rather amused.
"I needed a drink" Harry declared proudly, as if he had just done something impressive.
"Yeah, I can see" Malfoy snickered, eyeing the whisky "Merlin, Potter, you emptied half of the bottle after you came here?" he sighed after Harry nodded his head "And I assume you've had something before, huh?"
Harry shrugged, trying hard to seem nonchalant "A drink or two" he mumbled.
Malfoy rolled his eyes and grabbed Harry by his arm "Yeah, sure. Come on, get up."
"Wha-…"
Malfoy tugged him up, until he was standing on his legs. Well, standing was a bit of an exaggeration, since as soon as he got up, Harry fell backwards, almost hitting the wall if it wasn't for Malfoy's quick catch.
"A drink or two my arse" the Slytherin murmured "You're fucking wasted."
"'M not" Harry slurred.
Malfoy raised his brows, looking Harry up and down and sighing quietly at the state the boy was in "Hold on, Potter" he said, sliding his arm around Harry's waist, allowing the Gryffindor to lean against his side and rest his weight on him. Not that Harry was particularly heavy, but it was still rather difficult to lead a drunken person glued to your hip.
They stumbled out of the kitchens, Malfoy previously snatching the half empty bottle from Harry's hands and putting it aside.
Once outside, Malfoy led them across the corridors towards the dungeons. There was no way he was going to that bloody tower full of stupid Gryffindors. On the other hand, he couldn't leave this idiot in the middle of an empty corridor, passed out from too much of Firewhisky, to be found by one of their professors. Well, technically he could do this, but something was telling him not to. Instead, he decided to drag Potter to the dungeons, where he himself could at least lay in his own bed and watch Potter going nuts in the morning, wandering why the hell he woke up in the Slytherin dormitories. Malfoy smirked under his nose at the vision.
Harry was woken up by a horrid headache. He knew he was awake, but didn't dare to open his eyes anyway, afraid that the world would be spinning and make him nauseous. He stayed still, lying flat on his belly, and breathed deeply through his nose. When he did that, a subtle scent of something familiar hit his nostrils. He frowned, trying to identify the smell. It was rather pleasant, warm and clean, reminding Harry of soap and musk. And Harry knew this smell. It reminded him of…
His eyes opened in shock at the realization of what the scent resembled. He turned his head to the side and saw Malfoy, lying on his side with head propped on his hand and that devilish smirk on his face.
"Rise and shine, Potter" he hummed sarcastically.
"M-Malfoy?!" Harry rose abruptly, propping his upper body on his hands. He immediately regretted his movement, as the world around him started to blur. He let out a groan of pain and collapsed back on the bed annoyed with his condition.
Beside him, Malfoy sneered "Not feeling well, huh?"
Harry just hid his face in the soft pillow "Bugger off" he mumbled into the fabric "What the hell are you doing in…-"
"…my bed in my dormitory?" Malfoy finished for him, quirking an elegant eyebrow.
Harry lifted his head off the bed and looked around. He noticed that the heavy curtains surrounding the bed were sliver and green. And the emerald duvet he was lying on was definitely not his.
Oh fuck. He was in the Slytherin dorms. Oh gods.
"H-how…?!" he stuttered, honestly terrified with the situation "Why…?! Why am I here?!"
"Merlin, Potter, shut up."
"How did I get here, Malfoy?" Harry demanded. He quickly looked down and noticed he was wearing someone's black t-shirt and a pair of shorts. Thank gods, he thought.
The blond rolled his eyes "You didn't expect me to drag your drunk arse all the way to your tower, did you?"
Colour left Harry's cheeks at that "W-what? Of course not! I wasn't that drunk!"
"Uh-huh. Sure" Malfoy sighed "You were completely wasted, Potter. I'm surprised you didn't throw up on our way here."
"Um, speaking of which…"
"Fuck no, Potter, don't even try to throw up in my bed" the Slytherin warned.
He sighed at Harry's pathetic state and turned around to reach for something from his night stand. Next moment, he extended his arm towards Harry, who looked at him confused.
"Take it" he said.
"What is it?" Harry asked, eyeing a small vial in Malfoy's grasp.
"For Merlin's sake, Potter, just take it" the blond ordered impatiently "It's for the bloody hangover, so you don't throw up all over me."
Tentatively, Harry took the vial from the pale hand and emptied it in one gulp. The liquid made his throat burn slightly, but it quickly eased and after a short moment disappeared completely, leaving bitter aftertaste. He grimaced at the taste but felt much better. The pulsing in his head stopped and the world wasn't spinning anymore. He let out a sigh of relief and rest his head back against the pillow.
"How can I not remember getting here?" he mumbled into the fabric.
Malfoy shifted beside him, propping his head on his hand again "You passed out when we left the kitchens. Remember when I came?"
Harry frowned, trying to focus and remember events of the previous night. He could barely recall the image of himself sitting with his back against the kitchen wall, sipping Firewhisky, and then the moment when Malfoy was leaning towards him, saying things Harry didn't understand, and then he was on his feet, supporting himself on Malfoy's lean body and walking out of the kitchens. He remembered the cool air on the corridor, but that was it. "Yeah, I must have pass out after we left" he said, his eyes closed.
Malfoy hummed in confirmation. He didn't say anything so Harry reopened his eyes. The blond was smirking at him with a glint of something mischievous. Harry couldn't believe they were just lying there, in Malfoy's bloody bed. Sure, they would meet up for a quick blow job or wanking but this felt so much different, so… intimate.
Oh, Harry thought, so letting him fuck your mouth is okay, but when you're just lying in his bed you're freaking out? Way to go, Harry. Really, what the hell is wrong with him?
He tried to roll over on his back and sit, but as soon as he moved he felt a fierce burn on his bottom. Harry hissed sharply, positioning himself back on his stomach, so that he didn't risk any contact with his sore bum. Beside him, he heard Malfoy chuckled lowly and shifted closer. He turned his head to the side, resting his cheek on the pillow, and saw the blond reaching his arm towards Harry's butt.
Harry's eyes widened at the realization of what he was doing and he gasped when Malfoy's hand slipped under his – or more like Malfoy's – shorts and rested on his round ass cheeks. The Slytherin started to move his hand, stroking his buttocks gently, and a soft whine escaped Harry's lips.
A smirk returned to Malfoy's handsome face "A bit stingy, Potter?" he asked amused.
Harry's face got red an instant "It's your fault" he mumbled childishly.
"I had to teach you a lesson," Malfoy murmured, squeezing one of Harry's buttocks lightly "Didn't I?"
Harry gasped at the action. It was humiliating, yet Harry recognized it wasn't the same type of humiliation from all those years when they were constantly attacking each other. The way Malfoy's low, deep voice echoed in his ears, the predatory look on his face with his eyes filled with lust, it all made the words he spoke hot and Harry realized he loved being talked to like that.
Shyly, he nodded his head "Yeah…" he acknowledged quietly.
Malfoy smirked with satisfaction. He continued to palm Harry's sore buttocks, his hand moving steadily under Harry's shorts. They were watching each other intensely, lying there in silence, silence interrupted again and again by helpless whines escaping the Gryffindor's mouth and the sounds of the boy shifting on the bed sheets.
His sit spots were still stinging, and Harry couldn't help the tiny noises at even the slightest touch of Malfoy's hands. The Slytherin was grazing his fingertips across the sensitive skin gently, yet sending thousands of shivers down Harry's spine. Malfoy was watching him carefully. The sight of his hand moving under Potter's shorts, the feeling of the tender skin against his palm, the way the Gryffindor was looking at him, lying there completely submissive, letting him do whatever he wanted; it all made him so hard and excited. He wandered if Potter was aroused too.
"You like that?" he murmured softly, his voice deep.
He noticed how the dark haired boy's cheeks became red, and then, after a longer moment of silence, received a small, embarrassed nod from Harry.
Malfoy smiled under his nose and continued with his ministrations for a moment longer, then slipped his hand from under the thin fabric of Harry's short. Harry let out a quiet sound at the loss, but observed Malfoy carefully, not taking his eyes from the blond's face.
Malfoy played with the waistband for a bit, teasing it with his fingertips, making Harry shudder, until finally he hooked his fingers under it and slowly pulled the shorts down to mid-thigh, exposing Harry's reddened bum.
Harry tried to protest but the sound turned into a deep groan when Malfoy grazed his fingertips across the sensitive skin of his sit spots. He somehow couldn't believe he was lying in Malfoy's bed half naked, with the Slytherin rubbing his sore butt cheeks. And yet he couldn't convince himself to stand up and leave. He didn't want to.
Malfoy kept stroking his arse slowly. At some point he stopped to pat Harry's buttocks gently with his palm, and then the hand was gone for a short second, before it came down hard with a loud smack echoing in the dorm.
Harry yelped in pain and surprise when the wave of burn washed over his already stinging bum.
"Nonononono" he begged desperately "Don't spank me again, please, don't."
"Shhhh" Malfoy whispered to him, stroking the heated buttocks gently "Calm down. Just one more."
"N-no, please, Malfoy, just-…just stop, yesterday it hurt so much. Please" Harry nagged, pleading.
Malfoy watched him for a moment, the green eyes boring into his grey ones.
"Just one more, I promise" he whispered softly.
Harry let out a small helpless whine, knowing he wouldn't change the other's mind, and clenched his hands on the pillow, waiting for the next strike.
But Malfoy didn't hit right away. Instead his hand came back to stroking Harry's behind, palming the cheeks with tenderness, every now and then pausing to pat them lightly, and then going back to rubbing. It was driving Harry crazy, for every time Malfoy patted him, he became all tense in anticipation for the spank, but it would never come.
And just then, when Harry finally started to relax into the touch, Malfoy lifted his hand and gave Harry another hard smack that made the boy cry out and hide his face in the pillow.
Almost immediately after the swat, Harry felt Malfoy's hand rubbing his aching butt, easing the sting away. Harry was squirming under the touch for several moments, his freshly spanked bum too sensitive now to handle the slightest caress, until he finally stilled and lay calmly, turning his face to the side, facing Malfoy with his cheek pressed into the bed.
Malfoy continued stroking his bottom, whispering praises to Harry, saying what a good boy he was, in the most gentle and soft voice.
They were lying in silence, Harry on his belly and Draco on his side with head propped on his hand, watching each other with interest, not taking their eyes off the other one's pupils. With Malfoy's hand caressing his bum, Harry felt as if he could fall asleep any moment if it wasn't so arousing.
Just then Malfoy spoke quietly "It's all done" he murmured comfortingly, his warm breath caressing Harry's face, sending a spark of excitement straight to the Gryffindor's cock.
Malfoy noticed as Harry shifted slightly, trying to adjust himself, and he smirked under his nose.
"Turn around" he said. Harry gave him a questioning look and Malfoy leaned in closer "Lie on your back" he repeated.
Harry listened and obeyed, finally rolling on his back, hissing quietly when his arse made contact with the bed sheets under him. A moment later he realized that he also exposed his straining erection.
Malfoy hummed in approval and put his free hand high on Harry's leg, caressing his inner thigh.
"You're hard, Potter?" he asked, teasing Harry with his deep voice and skilled fingers.
Harry blushed furiously and moaned at both the words coming from the blond and the feeling of his hand on his thigh, so close to where he wanted it.
"Yeah?" Malfoy hummed and Harry nodded shyly "You want me to move my hand?" he asked, quirking the corner of his mouth upwards.
Harry nodded again.
"Where do you want me to put it?" he teased, his voice low.
Harry groaned, his whole face red. He wanted it so bad.
"Where?"
"O-on my c-…" he stammered "On my c-cock. I want your hand on my cock. Please."
Malfoy smirked. He moved his hand towards the base of Harry's dick and grabbed it firmly, making Harry gasp. Very slowly, he started to move his hand up and down, and the Gryffindor moaned.
"There you go" Malfoy murmured "Good boy."
He was pumping Harry's erection torturously slow, and Harry kept writhing and squirming on his bed, until he became a trembling mess, ready to beg for more.
"P-please, Malfoy" he whined.
The Slytherin smirked even wider "What is it, Potter? What is it that you want?" he teased, making Harry groan in response "You want me to stroke you faster?"
"Yeah, f-faster…" Harry panted "Please, please, faster, Malfoy" he begged fervently.
Malfoy grinned at the answer "Like that?" he asked, speeding up his movements, now pumping a bit faster, giving more pressure but still not enough to make Harry come too soon.
"Yeah, oh gods, yes" he moaned "Just like that, it's…it's so good…"
The blond chuckled darkly "Yeah?" he asked teasingly "How good is it? Tell me."
Harry's moan could probably be heard in the Slytherin common room.
"So good. It feels so good" Harry panted out between whines "Gods, Malfoy. So good…"
The words left his mouth before he could stop them. His whole face flushed when he heard his wrecked voice saying such things hoarsely, and his cock twitched. It was always so hot that he didn't care what was happening, what kind of things he was saying, how he begged and pleaded, it didn't matter as long as Malfoy's hand was stroking him so good, with the promise of making him come.
They were lying beside each other, Malfoy still casually propped on his elbow while pumping Harry's cock steadily, making the boy quiver and moan openly into the dorm room. With the sight in front of him, the Slytherin thought he could stay like that for another couple of hours, just wanking the hell out of the Boy-Who-Lived.
"Ahh" Harry groaned "Ma-…oh, please, Malfoy."
The blond smirked "Want to come?" he murmured in a low voice.
In response Harry pushed his hips up to meet Malfoy's hand and nodded frantically "Yes! Gods, yes, please."
"Mhmm, I don't know" the Slytherin hummed, teasing the head with his thumb "Maybe I should just stop and send you back to your tower?"
"No!" Harry protested loudly "You can't, Malfoy, please, not now. Not now, please" he pleaded desperately.
"Calm down, Potter" Malfoy spoke with slight amusement "Be nice."
"I-…ohh-…pleasepleaseplase don't stop…" Harry moaned. It felt too amazing to care that he had once again said goodbye to his pride.
Malfoy growled in the back of his throat at the brunette's begging. He sped up his movements and Harry couldn't help groaning lingeringly and writhing under the touch. Malfoy's hand was moving fast and it felt so divine and perfect that he wasn't able to close his mouth.
"There you go" he heard Malfoy murmur next to him "Yeah, keep moaning for me."
Harry did. He was so overwhelmed with pleasure Malfoy was giving him that he couldn't really do anything else.
"Gods, please, don't stop" he panted "Please. Don't stop now" he was whining, desperation thick in his voice "Ahh-…pleasedontstop!"
Malfoy chuckled darkly and continued pumping Harry's hard cock faster and faster. Soon Harry felt something tightening in his belly and he knew he was so close, so bloody close.
"I-I think I'm…I'm gonna…" he tried in ragged breaths.
"What, Potter? Tell me" Malfoy whispered, speeding up his movements, now wanking Harry properly.
"Oh gods, I'm gonna come, Imgonnacome" Harry panted out and looked with his blown pupils into grey eyes filled with lust.
"Come" Malfoy's lips commanded, sending Harry over the edge. He arched his back off the bed, coming hard, moaning loud into the Slytherin dorm room. Malfoy was stroking him through his orgasm, whispering sweet nothings; Harry managed to catch one 'yeah, just like that' through the haze of pleasure but didn't administer the rest as all he could focus on was the amazing feeling of his pulsating cock spilling thick cum as Malfoy kept pumping up and down until he emptied himself entirely and finally spasmed from overstimulation. He let out a pitiful whimper and Malfoy took his hand back.
Harry was lying still, panting heavily, his chest rising up and falling down as he was trying to catch his breath. Once he recovered, still breathing unsteadily, he managed to open his eyes and look at the blond next to him.
Malfoy was lying in the same position as before, propped on his arm, a wide smirk spreading across his face. He moved the hand with which he stroked Harry to the Gryffindor's belly, and dipped two of his fingers in cum that pooled on his shirt. Slowly he brought them up, to Harry's mouth and touched the plump lips with his fingertips.
Without breaking eye contact, Harry parted his lips and took the cum-coated fingers in. He licked with his tongue and then sucked at them gently. He moaned around the digits as he tasted himself on Malfoy's skin.
"Like your taste, Potter?" the blond murmured.
Harry blushed deeply and moaned. He nodded his head.
"Good boy" Malfoy said. He took his hand back, moving it slowly towards his own crotch. He took his cock out of the shorts he slept in and wrapped his long fingers around it.
Harry's gaze moved along with Malfoy's hand and he breathed in sharply as the Slytherin started to stroke himself. At first his movements were lazy, but then the blond shifted and pushed himself up to a sitting position. He hovered over Harry now, supporting himself on his outstretched arm, his hand placed right next to the Gryffindor's head.
Malfoy started to pump his length faster and Harry found himself unable to look away from the elegant hand moving up and down on the hard rock member. It was so hot, Malfoy was so hot.
When Malfoy let out a low groan, Harry looked up to his face. His grey eyes were pinning Harry's green ones, the hot breath of every pant tickled Harry's cheeks and made him shudder with excitement.
It took a couple more pulls of his cock and finally Malfoy came with a deep grunt. He directed his prick on Harry's clothed belly and spilled spurts of cum right where Harry's own cum was. The Gryffindor panted along with the blond, having got aroused by the sight of his school rival coming right on his stomach.
Finally Malfoy came down from his high and pulled away slightly, looking down at the boy beneath him. He let his eyes slide over Harry's form and a wide smirk spread across his face.
"You look fucking good with my shirt on, Potter" he purred. He leaned down, bringing his lips to Harry's ear "Especially with our cum on it" he whispered.
In response Harry let out a long groan.
"Oh, you like that, don't you now" Malfoy teased, his voice low.
He collapsed on the bed next to Harry, sneaking one of his hands around the Gryffindor's waist and placing his palm on his round buttocks. Harry squirmed involuntary but didn't push the hand away.
They stayed like that for several moments, with Malfoy fondling Harry's ass cheeks, making the boy let out little quiet noises, before he pulled back and smirked at him.
"Um, I should probably get back" Harry mumbled "They're gonna notice I'm gone."
"Yeah" Malfoy nodded with an amused expression on his face.
Harry pushed himself up, sitting clumsily on the bed. He looked down at Malfoy's shirt he was wearing, stained with their dried cum, and swiftly pulled it off over his head, tossing it to the legs of the bed. He looked around in search for his clothes from the previous evening.
"Potter" Malfoy called out and Harry turned his head towards him in a silent question. The blond just smirked "Wear this" he said, outstretching his left arm with some cloth. After a closer inspection Harry noticed it was Malfoy's shorts Harry was sleeping in last night.
His face went red instantly.
"Y-you want me to…?"
"Yes" Malfoy replied shortly.
"But it's…-"
"…mine, yes."
Harry looked at him with wide eyes.
"You want me to wear your… shorts?" he stuttered.
"Yes, Potter. I want you to wear my shorts, for gods' sake" he rolled his eyes and nodded towards the piece of clothing "Put it on already, would you?"
"B-but…why?"
Another sigh was drawn from Malfoy's chest. He leaned towards Harry, looked him straight in the eyes, and whispered "Because I want you to go around school wearing my underwear" he smirked as a blush crept Harry's face and his eyes widened "So that you remember of this" he motioned towards his bed and the spot in which Harry lay before he started looking for his clothes "every second of the day. You're gonna sit in the Great Hall during supper with the whole school and professors unaware that you're wearing underpants belonging to your most hated enemy, knowing that if they somehow found out they would immediately know that in the morning couple hours earlier you were moaning wantonly in my bed."
Harry gasped, his heart started to hammer against his chest from the seductive voice, while he bit down on his lip, trying hard to stop a groan from escaping his mouth.
Malfoy noticed his reaction and smiled cheekily "Put them on" he murmured and leaned back a bit, giving Harry space to move.
Harry complied almost automatically, pulling the shorts on, over his hips and sore bum. He then spotted the rest of his clothes in the legs of the bed and grabbed the first thing which turned out to be his shirt. He pulled it over his head and quickly turned for his trousers. He put them on clumsily, still sitting on the bed. He felt Malfoy's gaze on himself, but decided not to react. He could feel the heat in his entire face though, guessing that the Slytherin probably saw it too. Once he was done, with his trainers on, he turned to the blond.
"Um, so, I'll get going" he mumbled, feeling absolutely ridiculous with the situation he found himself in. Like in some idiotic Muggle romance.
Malfoy arched his brow as if asking what Harry was waiting for, and the Gryffindor realized he had one particular problem with leaving.
He gulped "What…what if someone sees me?" he asked "I mean, in your common room?"
Malfoy's lips twitched slightly "Oh well" he sighed "I guess you will have to explain yourself then, isn't that right?"
Harry stared at his dismissive response "What do you mean 'explain'? I can't-…They'll all know we-…God, I'm –"
"Calm down, Potter" Malfoy rolled his eyes, amusement in his voice "You're not gonna meet anyone. There's no one in the common room."
Harry looked at him dumbfounded "How do you know?"
"It's breakfast time, idiot" the other murmured "And since all of you Gryffindorks are obviously dying from yesterday's party I assume the Slytherins are enjoying their perfect, drama-free breakfast in the Great Hall."
"Oh. Okay, and if they're not?"
"Then you're one unlucky bastard" Malfoy flashed his teeth in a smile "Now, go. Unless you want to be spanked again, that is."
"No!" Harry hurried, his eyes open wide with dread "I'm going, I'm going" he assured the Slytherin.
Harry walked towards the door and after one last glance at Malfoy, still spread comfortably on his bed, and left.
He cautiously approached the common room and sighed in relief as he noticed that, just like Malfoy promised, no one was there.
He quietly crossed the room and walked into a corridor, closing the door behind him. He took a breath in and started towards the Gryffindor tower, where his friends were probably in absolutely miserable condition.