Here you go guys, another chapter! Sorry for uploading it so late but I was away for the last couple of days - I went to London and actually visited the Warner Bros. Studio - The Making of Harry Potter!
Guys, it was amazing! Absolutely a dream coming true. I totally recommend going there if you ever have a chance!
As for our boys, this chapter is quite short, but I hope you'll forgive me ;) Enjoy!
Harry turned around, reaching for the curtains, at the same time trying to get his cloak over his arms. Just as he opened the curtain to sneak out, something captured his attention. He stopped in his tracks immediately, almost letting go of his wand, as he saw Blaise Zabini, standing on the other side of the room.
Thankfully, his back was turned to Harry; he was busy searching his trunk for something, so that the Gryffindor remained unnoticed. Even though, Harry panicked and, stifling a surprised yelp, he stumbled back towards Malfoy's bed, drawing the curtains close tightly. He turned to Malfoy with a shocked expression that made the blond furrow his brows in consternation.
"What are you do-.."
"Shhh!" Harry hissed, waving his arms to quieten Malfoy. He gulped, his breath becoming quick and shallow as he stood paralyzed with fear. "Zabini's here!"
The features gracing Malfoy's face turned from annoyed to confused to surprised to intrigued. Intrigued? Why the hell wasn't he panicking, Harry thought. If Zabini would notice him leaving, they both would be done.
But Malfoy just shrugged his shoulders. "It's his room as well, after all," he said.
Harry gaped at him, shocked with his indifference. "How can you be so calm?!" he yelled in a whisper.
Another shrug from the blond. "And why are you so tense about it, Potter? He didn't see you, did he?" Harry tentatively shook his head. "Then what's the problem? Just go already, I want to take a shower before my first class."
"But he's there," Harry pressed, gesticulating with his arm in the direction of the curtains. His heart stopped as he suddenly heard the sound of closing the trunk and steps across the room. He instinctively took a step back, but as he did so, the back of his knees hit the bed and he stumbled backwards, landing on it with a dull thump.
He froze, not daring to move and make any more noise, and glanced at Malfoy, who had jumped slightly to the side to avoid collision with him and who was now watching him with a clenched jaw.
"What in Merlin's name are you doing, Potter?" he hissed.
"Sorry, I just-…"
"You alright there, Malfoy?"
The voice came from behind the curtains. The silence that fell after the question seemed to be disturbed only by Harry's loud heartbeat. He was staring at Malfoy, panic written all over his face, the blond's expression matching the one of Harry, although after a mere second of being caught off guard, Malfoy quickly regained self-control and the mask of composure returned on his face.
"Of course I'm alright, idiot," he yelled back to Zabini, his eyes not leaving Harry's, who sighed in relief. At least Malfoy sounded believably enough.
"You too, Potter?"
Harry froze entirely, his mouth falling open and forming an enormous "o". His eyes widened to the limit as he gaped at Malfoy with the expression of pure panic. Fuck. Fuck. Zabini knew. Oh fuck. Not good.
Malfoy stared back at him with eyes just as widened. It might have been an hour or a mere second before he finally found his voice and answered.
"What the hell are you talking about, Zabini?" Harry was impressed at how he didn't stammer at all.
"Just asking if Potter's fine," the other Slytherin said casually.
Harry's heart was racing, hammering in his chest as if it would burst out of it any moment. He watched Malfoy with a terrified look, but the blond seemed to be thinking about something intensely before he furrowed his eyebrows.
"How did you know?" he asked. It took Harry a whole second before he realized the question was not directed at him, but at Malfoy's roommate. He drew in a sharp breath and lurched at Malfoy to cover his mouth with his hands as the blond gave them away instead of denying everything, but Malfoy just grabbed his wrists and stopped him from moving.
"Well, I guess Potter's moans coming from your bed were enough of a clue."
That took both Harry and Malfoy by surprise. Harry choked out an unidentified sound of dread and glared at Malfoy. "You didn't cast the silencing spell?!" he asked, white as chalk.
As the blond shrugged his arms, Harry hid his face in both hands.
"Oh gods," he mumbled into the fabric "Oh fuck."
Blaise Zabini knew. Bloody Zabini. A Slytherin. Yup, Harry definitely had no life after that. He was sure the boy would leave the dorm and let all the Slytherins hear about him and Malfoy shagging in the Slytherin dorms. Gods, they weren't even shagging! Not that Harry wanted to. Definitely not.
The worst thing was that Zabini heard him and Malfoy. Harry blushed furiously at the thought of what they had been doing minutes ago and that Zabini listened to all of this. All the sounds that had left his mouth, how he cried out Malfoy's name again and again, and, fucking hell, he had heard Harry having an orgasm. Gods, was he screwed.
"How could you forget about the bloody spell?" Harry choked out, his voice angry and terrified at the same time.
"Oh, shut up, Potter. He won't tell anyone," he parroted Harry's own words about Ginny, which only made the Gryffindor scowl at him. Malfoy rolled his eyes. "Oi, Zabini. I don't need to tell you to keep your mouth shut about this, do I?"
"My lips are sealed," they heard a quiet chuckle coming from the other side of the dorm.
"See?" Malfoy asked.
"How do you know he's telling the truth and that he's not going to tell all your idiotic friends about this?" Harry pressed, earning himself a warning look and a growl from the blond.
"For fuck's sake, Potter. He doesn't care," he muttered and turned his head in the direction from which Zabini's voice was coming. "If I hear you telling about this a living or a dead soul, you'll join your great uncle in the afterlife," he called out to the fellow Slytherin.
"You know I don't give a damn about what and who you do, Malfoy," Zabini said in an amused tone.
Harry blushed furiously at the comment. "He doesn't do-…!" he was cut off by Malfoy's hand pressed to his mouth.
"Great. Now get out of the room, unless you want me to hex your arse out of here."
Another low chuckle from Zabini sounded in the dorm "Whatever you say, Malfoy," he said. "See you in class," he said, falling silent for a moment before speaking again, "You too, Potter," he added cheerfully and left. At least that's what Harry hoped for having heard the door closing.
See you in class. Harry covered his face with his hand at the remark. Great, now he would have to face the bloody git knowing that he knows about whatever it is between him and Malfoy. A pitiful groan left his throat.
"I told you he doesn't care," Malfoy said. "He'll keep his mouth shut, so calm down, would you?"
Harry shook his head. "How can I be calm?" he asked. "Why aren't you freaking out?"
"There's no reason for me to do so."
"What are you talking about! Zabini knows!"
"Yeah, and? I'm perfectly aware, but, as I said, he's not going to tell anyone."
"But he heard us!" Harry wailed. "And it's your fault!"
Malfoy covered a slight blush that appeared on his face with his usual snark.
"Stop making such a fuss about it," he said in annoyance. "It's nothing."
"Oh, so when Ginny finds out by accident, I get the spanking, but when you forget the bloody spell and let Zabini hear us-…" he was cut off by lips that landed on his, capturing them in a soft kiss.
Stunned for a moment, Harry closed his eyes and started to kiss back just when Malfoy brushed his lips for the last time and pulled back. He looked into Harry's eyes.
"So easy to distract you, Potter," he murmured against Harry's lips, at what Harry scowled and made a pouting face. "You're angry because he heard your little moans, aren't you?" Malfoy asked with a smirk.
"Shut up."
"Calm down," the blond hummed. "You know, they probably made him hard rather that laugh," he said, his voice low. The comment made Harry groan and press a pillow onto his face. Gods, bloody Malfoy and his stupid talk.
He felt a light push to his side and a moment later the pillow he clutched in hands was taken away by the Slytherin, who looked down at him.
"Come on, get up. I still want that shower."
"Yeah, whatever," Harry muttered. He pushed himself off the bed and up, once again gathering his wand and cloak which, this time, he securely wrapped around himself before prying the curtains open.
"See you later, Potty" Malfoy sneered. Harry rolled his eyes, which thankfully wasn't visible to the blond. He muttered a short goodbye and left the room in a hurry.