AN:

Hey guys! Wow, it's been a while since I've been here - sorry for not updating for so long but I was busy with school and, well, I kind of lost some of my inspiration for writing this ship...No, I'm not saying I won't update anymore - I definitely will, but I'm currently investing some serious time in another ship from another fandom.

Anyway, I hope you're going to enjoy reading this one!

WARNING: attempted rape

Harry was lying on his bed, his back pressing comfortably into the soft mattress, his hands intertwined behind his head. He'd been staring at he ceiling for two hours already, his mind wandering back to the events of the day and the conversation in the Three Broomsticks over and over again.

Stop. Stop thinking so much.

He'd heard the boys come back half an hour ago, but pretended to be asleep when Ron had asked him through the thick curtains of his bed if he was awake. He spent the rest of the evening staring up, ignoring the quiet murmurs of his dorm mates before they finally went to sleep.

Harry didn't have enough luck to get some night rest. He tossed around in his bed until soft rays of the waking sun beamed through his curtains.

Great.

With a tired sigh, he pushed himself out of bed and made it to the bathroom, where he spent next thirty minutes under a hot stream.

Once done with his shower, he entered the room, only to find himself face to face with Ron.

"Hey, mate," the freckled boy said, covering a large yawn with his hand. "Slept well?"

"Uh, yeah, sure," Harry mumbled, giving him a small shrug before moving to his bed to get dressed.

"Hey, Harry?" The voice behind him made Harry tense up for a moment, swallowing hard. He put his tie away, straightened up and turned around slowly to face Seamus.

To his surprise, the boy looked more flustered than Harry had ever seen him. He brought one of his arms up, rubbing the back of his neck in a nervous manner, guilt written all over his face.

"Er, listen, I'm really sorry for what I said yesterday," he mumbled quietly.

Harry watched him for a moment, before shrugging lightly. "It's fine."

"No," Seamus said quickly, his voice more sure now, as if trying to convince Harry he meant it. "Look, I was an arse, and I'm sorry. You were right, it's none of my business who you like or if you fancy anyone at all. It's just…" he hesitated, as if he wanted to say something, but then shook his head lightly and smiled. "I just wanted to say that I'll always be your mate, even if I act like a total dickhead sometimes." He grinned sheepishly.

Harry watched him for a short moment before a small chuckle left his mouth. "Yeah, you do that a lot," he said with a grin, looking as relief washed over Seamus's face and relaxed his features.

"Oi, don't be an arse!" the other Gryffindor groaned, shoving Harry's arm jokingly.

Harry felt all the heaviness from the last hours lift from his chest. His grin widened.

Seamus noticed the change and sighed happily, shaking his head at himself. He did intend to tell Harry that it didn't really matter if he liked girls or blokes, but he stopped himself. Something told him it would only make things awkward for Harry.

The next week brought everyone's attention to the Yule ball. Girls were panicking over dresses they hadn't yet bought, boys kept brooding over not going with the girl they wanted, and Harry was just getting more and more annoyed with the amount of homework they received every single day. Did Professor McGonagall seriously think they had nothing to do right before Christmas? It seemed that all their teachers thought so, considering the number of parchment rolls Harry had used over the last two days to write some of the essays they'd been assigned.

The only class that wasn't currently getting on Harry's nerves was, surprisingly, Divination. The lessons with Professor Trelawney were still pretty boring and awkward, but Harry usually busied himself with talking to Will. The good thing was that Trelawney didn't overload them with some unnecessary homework tasks as she used to in the past.

And thank gods for that.

Because of all the work, he and Draco hadn't had a single occasion to meet up over those couple of days, which left Harry a bit restless and frustrated, taking care of his teenage urges during his evening showers. He was way too tired anyway to even imagine doing something more than a quick wank under a hot stream of water, his mental fatigue affecting his physical exhaustion.

The day of the ball found Harry in front of the bathroom mirror, looking himself over with his brows furrowed. Merlin, how he hated dressing up in clothes like that. All official and serious.

A quiet sigh and he left the dorm, joining his friends in the common room. Dean let out a long whistle at his sight, which resulted in Harry groaning as he looked away, a faint blush tainting his face.

"Well, well, what a dashing young man!"

"…shut up," Harry muttered, embarrassed with the attention he received. He tugged nervously on the shirtcuffs of his white dress shirt that were poking out from under the black dinner jacket he was wearing.

His friends chuckled whole-heartedly.

Twenty minutes later they entered the Great Hall, joining the rest of the school in the celebrations. Harry looked around.

The whole hall had been decorated in silver and cool light-blue, creating an atmosphere of a winter landscape. Here and there stood ice-sculptures and fountains of streaming punch, reaching the very ceiling, from which hung sparkling, gold and silver stars, imitating the night sky.

"Whoa…" Harry heard Ron mumble under his nose, screening the room.

"Alright," Dean said, slipping his long arms around Harry and Ron's shoulders, "let's start the party, shall we?"

A couple of hours later Harry collapsed on one of the chairs at the table he and his friends had been occupying the whole night. He was exhausted, his shirt clinging to his back and feet aching from all the dancing. Two chairs away from him sat Seamus and Dean, both equally tired; Seamus's shirt was actually drenched with sweat, which only made Harry smirk under his nose as he remembered how no longer than twenty minutes ago his friend had been swirling not one but two girls on the dance floor which earned him a rather dubious look from Professor McGonagall.

Harry looked around and after a moment spotted Ginny dancing with Neville while a few steps away Hermione attempted to teach almost tearful Ron the frame for Waltz.

Shaking his head lightly, a smirk on his lips, he turned back to the two Gryffindors.

"Done with the dancing, boys?" He teased, chuckling softly at the scowl on Seamus' face.

"Don't even start, Potter," the boy muttered, taking a sip of the Christmas punch.

"Where are Parvati and Padma?" Harry dragged.

Seamus sent him a death glare. It was Dean who answered his question, rather amused himself.

"Apparently they prefer the company of the seventh-years" he said, tilting his chin at the crowd on the dance floor where Harry managed to spot the two sisters flirting with two Hufflepuffs from the year above them.

Harry turned back towards his friends and began to laugh at the expression on Seamus's face. The joyful sound died down when his dorm mate's face lit up suddenly, a smirk spreading his lips.

"What is it?" Harry asked tentatively, raising a single eyebrow.

Before he received any response, another voice cut in their conversation. "There you are, Harry!"

The Gryffindor's eyes widened for a brief second before shutting completely in a tired scowl. Slowly, he turned around, his gaze landing on Romilda.

"I've been looking for you the whole night," she said sweetly, her high voice making Harry cringe inwardly.

He forced a pleasant smile on his face. "Hello, Romilda."

She looked at him expectantly, one thin eyebrow raised in a question. As usual, Harry was at loss as to what the girl wanted from him. "Well? Are you going to ask me to dance or not?"

"I - "

"Of course Harry wants to dance with you!" Seamus barked over the table, sending the girl a bright smile. "Isn't that right, Harry?" He grinned cheekily, clearly satisfied with how the tables had turned.

Sending him an exasperated look, Harry turned back towards Romilda to make some sort of excuse, but before he managed to say anything the girl grabbed his hand and pulled him up and towards the dance floor.

Cursing his fellow Gryffindors in his mind, he let the girl grab his other arm and put it around her waist. Praying in his mind for a more lively song, Harry continued to send daggers at Seamus and Dean who in turn looked rather entertained.

Sighing with resignation, Harry began to sway in the rhythm of the song, cheering himself up in his mind with the perspective of the song ending soon, but when the melody changed into another slow tune, Romilda pressed closer to Harry, almost knocking him as he stumbled backwards.

Merlin, the girl is determined.

He could feel the amused stares of Seamus and Dean on his back. To put some distance between Romilda and himself he swirled the girl around, but as soon as she was faced with him again she reached up and placed her hand on Harry's shoulder, urging him closer. To say he was feeling uncomfortable was an understatement. He could feel more eyes on himself and prayed silently that Romilda doesn't try to kiss him - he didn't want to push the girl away in front of the whole school but he would if she made a move on him.

To his relief, he heard his name called and a moment later a strong grip tightened on his shoulder. He turned around with a grateful smile on his lips.

"Will," he greeted, ignoring his dance partner's huff of annoyance.

"There you are! I've been looking for you." Obvious lie, but neither mentioned it.

"Oh?" Harry asked, faking surprise, but his eyes conveyed a clear message, begging for an intervention.

"Sorry," Will sent Romilda an apologetic smile, "I'm gonna need Harry for a longer moment," he said, squeezing Harry's shoulder gently before pulling him away from the scandalized girl and towards the exit of the Great Hall. Harry sighed with relief and chuckled under his nose, letting the Ravenclaw lead their way out and into a corridor.

"Thanks," he said, sending the other boy a grateful smile.

"No problem. You seemed rather depressed over there," Will replied, an amused twinkle in his eye.

Harry rolled his eyes, following the boy down the corridor. "Don't even start," he muttered weakly. "She's kinda troublesome."

"Yeah, I've noticed," Will snorted, to which Harry chuckled under his nose.

"Hey, where are we going anyway?"

Will shrugged. "Figured we both could use some break from all the noise and crowd over there," he said, pushing a random pair of door, then trying another when the first pair turned out to be locked. The second door surrendered under a light push and Will let out a quiet sound of victory, nodding at Harry to follow him inside.

The classroom they entered was empty, clearly out of use for a long time - Harry noticed a thick layer of dust gathered on the flat surface of old wooden desks and chairs that had been pushed under the wall. The room was unsettlingly dark until Harry heard Will murmuring a quiet spell to light the candles and a lantern standing on what must have once been a professor's desk.

Once it got brighter, Harry let his gaze to roam the classroom a moment longer before his eyes settled on his companion.

"Uh, Will?"

"Yeah?"

"Wouldn't it be better to take a break outside instead of inside a deserted classroom?" He asked, raising a single eyebrow at the other boy.

In response, the Ravenclaw leaned against one of the desks, a smirk playing on his lips as he patted the space next to him.

"Not if we want to drink this and not get caught," he replied, a mischievous glint in his eye. Harry frowned, but before he could ask Will already reached under the clap of his jacket and took out a bottle of Fire Whiskey. Harry's eyes widened a bit with understanding and then his mouth stretched into a wide grin.

"Oh, hell yes," Harry all but sang. He walked towards the desk Will was leaning against and took the spot next to him while the Ravenclaw used his wand to conjure two glasses. Harry watched as the other boy filled them with the amber liquid and handed one drink to him.

"Cheers," Will grinned, showing his perfectly white teeth in a wide smile.

Mirroring his satisfied expression, Harry raised his hand and clinked their glasses together. "Cheers."

Draco was pissed. He'd spent the last hour trying to get rid of Pansy; when drunk, she would cling to him and keep rambling about her ex-boyfriend who'd dumped her for some Hufflepuff chick. And that's exactly what she'd been doing for the past sixty minutes, turning the Yule ball into a rather nightmarish experience for Malfoy. To think that all Draco wanted was to find Potter, drag him into some dark corner and snog the hell out of him. There was one problem though.

Where the hell is Potter?

Draco looked around the Great Hall once again, searching for the familiar mop of dark hair and a pair of round glasses but found no sign of the Gryffindor seeker. He sighed in annoyance, frowning lightly when he caught a glimpse of red hair and saw a group of the Potter Friends Society clustered around one of the tables.

Adopting a mask of indifference, Draco stepped closer to the little gathering, pretending to be pouring himself some punch.

"-een him?"

"Nope," Weasley mumbled, munching on a piece of pie. Draco stopped himself from rolling his eyes at the ill-mannered behavior. Bloody Weasleys, what a surprise.

"The last time I've seen him was when he was dancing with Romilda."

"Wait, what?" Draco recognized the voice as the one belonging to Granger. "Romilda was dancing with Harry?"

"More like trying to grope him, but sure," Finnigan said, clearly amused.

Draco ignored the strange boiling in his veins at the comment.

"Ew. Poor Harry." Yeah. Malfoy might just about rethink his resentment towards Granger.

Oh, don't be an idiot. She's a mudblood after all.

"Anyway, he disappeared somewhere with that bloke, right?"

There was a moment of silence.

"What bloke?"

Yeah, exactly, what bloke?

"You know, the one Harry's been hanging out with lately."

"The one he met in Divination."

"Oh!" Granger exclaimed suddenly. "You mean Will?"

Draco raised a single eyebrow at that.

Who the hell is Will?

"Yeah, that one," Finnigan confirmed. "It's been over an hour since then, though."

Draco didn't need to stay for longer. Moving as gracefully as he could, he headed out of the Great Hall in search for a certain raven-haired Gryffindor.

Harry's laugh filled the air, echoing loud from the walls of the empty classroom. He was a bit tipsy by now, having drunk several glasses of the whiskey. Will had had just as much and looked way less smashed than Harry was used to seeing his friends after drinking Fire Whiskey in Honeydukes. The Ravenclaw not only was a heavyweight in drinking, but he was a great company; Harry had never had so much fun at the Yule Ball and he couldn't even bring himself to regret not actually being in the Great Hall with the rest of his friends.

Will was just telling another joke, causing Harry to throw his head back when another fit of laughter erupted from his mouth. He almost knocked his glass off the table they were leaning against, relief flooding him when Will managed to catch it with the speed of light.

"That was close," Harry snorted, flashing an apologetic smile at the Ravenclaw. Only then did Harry realize how close they were. He intended to move away, but before he managed to do that Will lunged forward.

"Whoa, hey," Harry leaned back just before their faces touched, trying to put some distance between the two of them by extending his hands. "What…what are you doing?" He sounded genuinely confused, watching Will with a deep thrown on his face. The Ravenclaw, on the other hand, didn't seem taken aback in the slightest.

The Ravenclaw leaned closer again, reaching an arm around Harry's shoulders.

"Come on, Harry," he murmured, his voice suddenly lower than usually. "We both know what's going on."

Harry frowned further, an unsettling feeling growing in his gut as he watched Will's gaze trail towards his lips.

Oh, damn.

"Uh, look, Will. I think you're confusing som-…"

"Don't do this," Will chuckled.

The Gryffindor's brows furrowed. "Don't do what?"

"Pretend you don't like me." That answer bewildered Harry beyond words. He stood there, mouth agape, and before he managed to react in any way Will spoke again. "I know you do. The way you always watch me in Divination? How you brighten up whenever you see me? The looks you give me when you think I'm not looking?"

"Wha-…" Harry's eyes widened in absolute shock. What looks? What the hell was the way he watched him? "What are you talking about? Will, you're my friend. Just friend. I don't see you as anything more, so what the bloody hell is this about?"

Will flashed his teeth in a smirk that sent an unpleasant shiver down Harry's spine. It was a dangerous, almost predatory smile. "Oh, I'll show you what's this about."

With that, he pinned Harry to the desk behind him, gripping his wrists in one hand, using his wand to cast a binding spell. Harry realized with shock that his hands got tied together behind his back.

"What the fuck, Will?!" He hissed, struggling against the binds, glaring at the Ravenclaw with raising anger. "That's not funny!"

"I don't intend to be funny, Harry," Will mused, that mischievous smirk stretching his lips. To Harry's horror, he leaned down and licked a long stripe from Harry's neck to his ear, causing the Gryffindor to shudder with angst.

"The hell, Will, stop it! Look, I'm not-…"

"…gay? Interested?" Will cut in. "Come on, Harry. You know better than to lie to me, don't you?" The Ravenclaw chuckled lowly, the sound so odd and foreign to Harry's ears that he froze in place, his breathing halting as panic raised within him. "How about we skip the foreplay and I just fuck you over that desk, huh?" Will all but purred into his ear, letting his hands roam Harry's body before slipping his palms around the boy and squeezing his buttocks firmly.

Harry breathed in sharply. He shook his head frantically. "No. No, Will, stop, dammit!"

But the Ravenclaw ignored his protests and fervent struggling. Instead, he reached his hands to the front of Harry's trousers and in one swift motion opened the button. Gripping Harry's hips, he turned the Gryffindor around and pushed him down, forcing him to bent over and lay flat on the cool and dusted surface of the old desk.

Harry's breath caught in his chest. He couldn't believe this was happening. No. He'd never been this horrified in his life, not when fighting Basilisk, not when facing Voldemort. Never. He felt so horribly, terrifyingly helpless that it shocked him into the state of complete passiveness.

And then he felt Will's hands slipping under the waistband of his trousers and pulling them along with his underwear down and over his hips, exposing his bottom to the cool air of the deserted classroom and to the disgustingly hungry gaze of Will's eyes. He felt humiliated, and not in the same, exciting way he did when he was with Malfoy.

Jesus, Malfoy… Harry thought his first time would be…

Gods, not like this.

"I actually thought you would be a little bit more…cooperative," Will murmured from behind him, his voice low and yet still amused.

"Will, stop this, please," Harry tried, hoping he could somehow reach the sensible part of the Ravenclaw.

His hopes died pretty quickly, when he heard the sound of a zipper being undone as Will opened the fly of his trousers. Harry froze, paralyzed with fear at what was to come. His breath caught in his chest, lungs screaming to be filled with air, but Harry seemed to have forgotten how to breathe altogether. He clenched his eyes tightly when he felt one of Will's hands gripping his hip.

At first he didn't even registered the sound of the door opening with a loud thud; he only realized that somebody had entered the classroom when he heard a dangerous growl coming from somewhere behind him.

When the information finally registered in his brain, he lifted his head abruptly, just in time to see a furious face of Draco Malfoy right before the blond growled a quiet spell that caused Will to stumble back and away from Harry once it hit the Ravenclaw.

Not wasting time, Malfoy stepped towards Harry and with another spell freed the Gryffindor from his binds. He didn't even have time to ask the other boy if he was alright as suddenly he was grabbed by his shirt and shoved violently onto one of the old chairs. The wooden furniture collapsed under the force of the push and Draco landed on the floor, with a very angry Will on him. Fortunately, Draco was not just angry; he was furious and intended to beat the shit out of the Ravenclaw. The rage he felt streaming in his veins gave him more strength than he thought he usually possessed and within a next second he turned them over and pinned the other wizard to the floor. He directed his wand at the struggling boy with the full intent to hurt him, but before he managed to cast a spell, Will knocked the wand out of Draco's hand and punched him right in his left eye.

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath, quickly abandoning the plan of cursing the brat and settling instead for the method proposed by the Ravenclaw himself. He curled his fingers into a fist and punched Will, grunting with satisfaction when he heard a sickening crack and a howl of pain coming from under him. Before the Ravenclaw could throw a counter-strike, Malfoy delivered another punch, this time knocking the young wizard out.

Draco panted for a moment, watching the unconscious Ravenclaw for a moment and trying to tame his anger. He looked through Will's dressing robes, grabbing his wand once he found it and tossing it carelessly on the other side of the room.

Slowly, he pushed himself on his feet and turned around, suddenly remembering the presence of another person. Harry was hastily fixing his trousers back around his hips, catching Draco's eyes with an indescribable emotion passing through his own green orbs.

"Let's go," Malfoy said, surprising himself how calm his voice sounded.

Harry nodded curtly, following Malfoy out of the classroom without looking back. They walked slowly through more empty corridors, both silently thanking that the whole school was currently in the Great Hall. Harry didn't even acknowledge where they were going, to deep in his thoughts, and he didn't bother to ask. He only realized where Draco brought them when the blond murmured a quiet password and the next moment Harry found himself crossing the Slytherin common room and climbing the stairs until he stopped in front of the door to Malfoy's dorm.

They stepped inside, Draco closing the door behind them before he turned to look at Harry. The Gryffindor stood in the middle of the room, staring into nothingness. Malfoy had never seen Potter like this, and the thought troubled him. He didn't know why, it just did.

So he slowly took a step towards the other wizard, then another, getting closer but not invading Harry's personal space.

"You…Are you alright?" He asked so quietly he almost didn't recognize his own voice.

Harry looked up, finding Draco's gaze with his dazed, strangely surprised eyes. "Yeah…Yeah, sure," he whispered in reply.

The two of them stared at each other for a short moment before Harry broke his gaze away, instead letting it sweep around the empty dorm room.

Draco watched him with an unsettling feeling in his gut, as if he was going to be sick, but chose to remain silent for another minute. When he spoke up again, his voice was hoarse. "You can take a shower if you want to," he offered in what he hoped didn't sound neither too nice nor too much like a command.

A small frown adorned Harry's face before he eyed Draco's bed. He shook his head lightly. "I think I just want to lie down. Is that alright?"

Malfoy watched him with what he refused to acknowledge as worry, before he gave the Gryffindor a short nod. "Yeah. Sure."

He didn't move, watching Harry take off his shoes before climbing the bed, still in his ruffled clothes. The Gryffindor lay on his side, his back facing Draco and the rest of the empty dorm room.

"I'll go take a shower." Malfoy said, not sure if the other even heard him. He slowly made his way to the bathroom, loosening his tie on the way.

When he reentered the bedroom twenty minutes later, Harry seemed to be already asleep. Draco knew he wasn't though. But instead of calling out to the Gryffindor, he quietly walked up to his bed and slipped under the sheets.

He lay on his back, his arms crossed behind his head, silver eyes fixed on the ceiling. He could feel a dull ache pulsating along his cheekbone and the sensitive area around his eye.

Bloody Ravenclaw.

Draco couldn't help the anger raising within him at the very thought of the boy. But even stronger that the disgust and loathing he felt towards Will was that unsettling, sickening feeling of worry towards Potter. Even though the Gryffindor was lying right beside him, Draco felt that he wouldn't be able to reach him if he tried. He continued his silent contemplation of what had happened, every now and then tilting his head to the side to look at the supposedly sleeping Gryffindor. He didn't even notice when the sleep came over him and took his consciousness away.

Draco woke up to the still silent and dark room. He stifled a yawn that tried to escape his throat when he suddenly remembered what was the reason of his waking. Alarmed, he looked to his right, his gaze landing on a trembling back of Potter. The Gryffindor let out another muffled, breathy sound, and Draco assessed he must have had problems with breathing. He turned onto his side, the sheets under him shuffling softly.

"Hey," he murmured quietly, "You alright?"

Harry stiffened visibly, the muscles of his back straining against the dress shirt he hadn't taken off. He didn't say anything but after a moment filled with tensed silence passed he let out another muffled sound that Draco recognized as a soft snuffle.

Malfoy froze for a second but pulled himself together quickly. He reached an arm towards the Gryffindor and placed his hand on his shoulder, squeezing gently. "Harry." He tried to urge the other to look at him, wary not to startle him.

The raven-haired boy stopped breathing, the ragged sound gone as his chest stopped rising and falling in the irregular rhythm it had kept up until now. Silence stretched between them, but Malfoy didn't take his hand back. He waited patiently until the Gryffindor finally moved.

Harry turned around slowly, settling on his other side so that he could face Malfoy. His eyes were strangely dazed, all but empty when he looked up from behind the row of his dark lashes. Draco watched him impassively, his face unreadable as he couldn't quite place the expression on the Gryffindor's paled one. Just when he opened his mouth to say something, not even knowing what he was going to say anyway, Harry's bottom lip trembled slightly. Malfoy's eyes widened when he saw something crack in the Gryffindor's green eyes.

"Come here," he whispered softly. Before he though what he was doing, he reached his arm around Harry and pulled him closer. After a short moment of hesitation, Harry pressed into him, hiding his face in the crook of Draco's neck as another stifled sound escaped his throat.

When a powerful shudder rocked Harry's body, Malfoy tightened his arm around the brunet, holding him against his chest. His lips found the Gryffindor's ear and he used the most gentle tone to whisper sweet nothings into it, trying to sooth the trembling wizard.

It took a while, but Harry finally relaxed against him, all but melting into Draco's warmth. Time passed and they continued to lay tangled together, until Malfoy felt more than heard Harry's breathing slowing and evening out when the wizard fell asleep. With a tired sigh, Malfoy closed his eyes and released the air he'd been holding for a long time now, finally allowing the sleep to overtake him.