Don't Miss Your Chance – Chapter 3
Harry Potter had watched before his eyes as the Slytherin morphed from his human form back into the Calico cat he had been taking care of for months. He felt a blush overcome his face though it hadn't lasted long. Despite that he had seen every part of him, even felt the more unhidden ones, he had seen him undress for months.
How had he not realized that the cat he pretty much took in was an Animagus? It made so much sense on some of the behavior he had seen.
These were some of his thoughts he had when he still had some consciousness and wasn't regretting anything yet. Though he noticed that some of the Gryffindors were back in the dorm, yet they were avoiding looking at him.
Was his face still red?
He figured he could ask about it later, he could feel a wave of exhaustion come over him. Though that could have something to do with having the best sex he ever had in his life. Though given that was the first time he had sex, he wasn't sure how valid that statement was
Harry wound up collapsing onto his bed before feeling someone or rather something jump on the bed. He knew it was the Calico cat, who was actually an Animagus. He turned on his side since his arse was very sensitive to even lay down on.
Though he didn't think he ever recalled having a better sleep and he had to live with the Dursleys. Years' worth of living on low sleep not to mention the nightmares that kept him up. Which is why he kept Silencing Charms on his bed.
Though he had forgotten to activate them before falling asleep.
He only woke up because he somehow turned on his arse and the pain that shot up was enough to bring him back to consciousness.
There was a loud groan before he turned, eyes blinking warily. Not even aware that he had an audience yet.
"I just dreamed I had the most amazing s—" Harry suddenly cut himself off, once he realized he had a visitor. "That wasn't a dream, was it?"
The sight that greeted him that morning wasn't of a cat. But a fully nude Slytherin, who had his arm behind his head and ankles crossed. Like he owned that bed, perhaps as a cat, he did. Hermione had warned him about that.
Immediately his eyes trailed down his body and towards his cock, it laid across his stomach. It didn't even look hard yet.
There was a dramatic groan before Harry threw his head back on the pillow.
Graham started to grim at him before propping himself up on his elbows to look down at Harry, who obviously was trying to hide, not very successfully.
"I just had sex with a stranger..." Harry gasped with horror
Graham snorted, still naked, "I wouldn't say stranger... you played Quidditch with me for a few years now."
"You're not Flint," Harry noted, avoiding looking lower.
"No, but he was one of my best mates," Graham revealed.
"I don't—" Harry tried to say. He had to cut himself as a moan was drawn from his lips.
Graham's hand had wandered over and started to palm Harry through the blanket. He was very aware that he wasn't wearing any clothes. They were still discarded in the showers from last night. The blanket was jerked from him.
"Graham," he provided the Gryffindor, knowing what he was asking. His hand trying to grab the blanket back.
"Are you serious!? I'm trying to make sense of this. So, what, I had sex with a Slytherin…"
"You don't seem disgusted with that fact," Graham noted as his hand twisted.
"Fuck," Harry moaned, "how can I be after all of that? I still need some answers from you."
"Graham smirked at him, "are you sure that you want answers right now? Cause it seems to me, that you want to do something else?" He ran his fingers up Harry's hardening cock.
"With you doing that!? How can I not!?" he moaned.
Graham's fingers trailed to sneak behind, closer to his entrance.
Harry winced when he felt a finger poke around but not go in.
Graham took his hand back, "give me your wand."
"What?!" Harry was taken off guard.
"Do you want to feel sore for days?" Graham asked him.
"No," Harry mumbled, grabbing his wand, not quite handing it over yet.
"Unless you know the spell, which I doubt that you learned the spell to ease the pain from having sex yet," Graham pointed out.
Harry signed before handing it over.
There were no words spoken, so it was said nonverbal when Harry realized that he didn't feel as sore anymore.
Harry almost dropped his own wand after Graham handed it back, because Graham was circling his entrance again.
"Still a little loose from yesterday," the Slytherin muttered as he dipped a finger inside.
"Oh fuck," Harry groaned.
Graham grinned, "oh, there will be plenty of that."
Harry's face went red, but he didn't have a chance to comment before Graham found that spot that made him shudder.
"They'll hear!" Harry hissed.
"Like they didn't last night," Graham snorted.
"What!?" Harry's voice went a little high at that.
"You didn't notice them avoiding your eyes."
"No! I was more concerned about sleeping," Harry denied. "Why…"
"Obviously because they realized on how much of a screamer you are," Graham gave a wicked smirk.
Harry felt like he wanted to die in embarrassment. How was he supposed to face them again? Then he felt the second finger pushing through his hole. He could feel the slick around Graham's fingers, did he use a Preparation Charm?
But he couldn't help but arch into the fingers when they crooked to the side just right.
"Oh Merlin!"
"Not quite," Graham laughed.
Harry would have glared if he could. And as much as the panic almost overwhelmed him that he had slept with a stranger. It didn't help matters that he sort of knew who it was. He still didn't know who Graham was. Only that he was a Slytherin and was on the Slytherin Quidditch Team. That wasn't surprising though, the only ones he knew were Malfoy and Flint. Though one of them had already graduated.
Graham pressed against him as he started to scissor his fingers apart. Trying to space them as much as he could. Just because they did this last night, didn't mean he wanted to tear him.
He never thought the feeling of just stretching and feeling his partner clench down around his fingers could cause such a surge of emotion. He smirked as Harry moaned when he crooked his fingers slightly. He could feel just waves of possessiveness, lust and care for the small figure beneath him.
"All mine," He growled adding the last finger and stretching him as quickly as he could without causing damage.
"Please, more," Harry moaned brokenly.
He was beginning to feel the same impatience as the Gryffindor under him. His cock was starting to throb and unlike last night, there was no reason to rush anything.
A small groan slipped through his lips, the glazed look over on Harry's face was only making him harder. His words didn't help matters much; he could feel his restraint slowly breaking. It was taking all of him to not just slam in. To make Harry feel everything but he didn't want to make him bleed from not prepping him enough.
"Just enjoy it," Graham whispered, voice rough from arousal. He loved the sounds coming from Harry's mouth. He never wanted to stop hearing them. His lips parting as Harry threw his head back into his pillow, hard.
"Just do it! I can't take the teasing!" Harry cried as a tear of frustration leaked out.
Graham was a bit glad that it was the bed and not the shower wall from last night. That wouldn't have felt very good. Though he couldn't help but tease the Gryffindor a bit more.
"I think you can," he whispered in his ear, letting his tongue flick at his earlobe as his fingers twisted again.
Hearing the cries of pleasure and Harry begging him was breathtaking. He could almost come from that alone.
Finally, he deemed Harry prepped and teased enough.
"You ready baby?" Graham growled. "Tell me what you want."
Harry breathed heavily, lips moving to try to speak. "You." He finally gasped. "I want you," his soft gaps turned into a loud pleasure scream as Graham quickly buried himself deep inside him. The sting of the entrance, the stretch, the warm throbbing hardness inside of him was everything he wanted. Eyes rolled back into his head as he orgasmed.
"I wound you up good," Graham grinned, bursting with pride, his ego inflating twice its size.
Harry moaned dumbly, blinking at Graham with dazed green eyes.
Graham slowly rolled his hips, watching for any sign of discomfort.
When Harry didn't protest, even after his orgasm, he pushed forward, inch by inch. He knew that it wouldn't take long before the Gryffindor would be hard again. Hopefully he wouldn't be too oversensitive.
Harry moaned softly, still dazed, smiling up at Graham before pulling him down into a passionate kiss. Moving his hips slightly to meet Graham's thrusts.
Graham growled, his hands were holding to Harry's hips, holding tightly. Almost to the point of bruising as he slid out and then back in.
Harry babbled incoherently as he clawed at Graham's back, encouraging him to let go of his restraint.
"Please," he finally got out, "fuck me"
"Do you know what you're asking for?" Graham's voice was dark with lust. The Gryffindor wouldn't be able to move for a week. But it was getting hard, even for him. Harry's body felt so delicious around him.
"I need it," Harry whimpered. The lust pooling in his groin, as his hardness, fully hard once more. Sighing softly as Graham kissed his neck gently, tilting his head to the side.
"So submissive," Graham groaned between kisses, "so pliant and eager. Just for me."
"Yours," Harry promised, whining as Graham sucked another hickey on this throat. Adding to all the marks the older boy made last night.
"Make me yours so the world knows it," Harry whispered into Graham's ear. Finally snapping the Slytherins control.
Graham growled as he snapped, moving his hips hard and fast. His arms around Harry's waist and shoulders as he sat back on his knees, pulling Harry up off the bed onto his lap without his cock leaving the warmth of Harry's body.
Harry cried out as the new position pushed Graham deeper. Harry's head was thrown back, eyes closed as Graham's mouth descended on his sensitive nipples. The Chaser's large hands separated, one in Harry's hair holding him in position, the other gripping Harry's arse as he pounded up into him.
"Fuck!" Harry cried jaw slacked, as he allowed Graham to use him, to bring him to new heights of pleasure. To give up control and have the thrill of submitting was making him fuzzy. He let himself slide into that white peace. The shudders that wracked through his body barely registered with him. The moans fell from his lips as Graham moved to the other nipple, were distant to his ears. He felt himself orgasm again, but it was like an afterthought to his pleasure. He could think of nothing else but him and Graham at this moment.
"Fuck!" Graham roared as he felt Harry clench down on him, his own orgasm pulled from him as he continued to thrust, slowing down as he filled Harry with his seed. Nuzzling his nose into the base of Harry's neck gently. Whispering into his ear.
"I've got you." His hand loosened in Harry's hair and massaged his head tenderly.
"Come back to me Haz" he coaxed. "There he is" Graham grinned as Harry's green eyes blinked at him, the awareness coming back to the Gryffindor.
"Wow." Harry breathed with a silly smile.
"Did that meet your expectations?" Graham asked, he would have given a cocky grin if he had the energy.
"Better," Harry whispered breathlessly, the smile still spread across his face. Making his cheeks hurt.
Graham rolled his eyes as he flopped beside Harry as his cock slipped out, some of his cum started to leak out.
"Course a Gryffindor would say better after screwing his brains out," he muttered without bite.
Harry just grinned at him as they curled up in the bed facing each other.
The Slytherin snorted when the Gryffindor winced. He couldn't help the humor that crossed his face. He felt a bit prideful that he was the reason for that.
"You might regret asking for it later." Graham snickered.
"Nope." Harry shook his head dreamily. "The ache will be worth it."
"And you have no qualms that you had sex with a Slytherin?" Graham brought up, storing away Harry's comment for later.
"Not all Slytherins are evil or Malfoy" Harry snorted at the look of surprise on Graham's face. "My godfather's brother Regulus was a Slytherin, so was Aunt Andromeda, and my Grandmother Dorea Black." Harry shrugged.
"Not every house is cut and dry," Harry sat up slightly, still on his side, propped on his elbow.
"Gryffindor had Peter Pettigrew, who became a Death Eater and sold out my parents. Hufflepuff has Zachariah Smith, who is just as bad as Malfoy. But it also had Cedric and my cousin, Tonks who weren't the cowards people say Hufflepuff's are. Ravenclaw had Lockhart who was the biggest fraud ever!"
Graham didn't know how to respond to that. He wasn't accustomed to a Gryffindor not hating him on principle. He figured that Harry would be cringing away from him, but here he was cuddling to him. Neither of them had any clothes on still.
Though the words had his mind whirling, he had heard about Pettigrew and Black. But he hadn't really paid much mind to it. How much did Harry really know?
Though he was surprised by the Lockhart remark. Everyone in his house had known that. Most of them had to either search the library instead of a professor or sought out an older student for help. He had only been a mere fourth year then.
"Besides, Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle, Bulstrode and Parkinson are really the only Slytherins that I know that go out of their way to harass other students or disrespect the professors. Flint only got involved if it was about Quidditch."
Graham laughed as Harry's shrugged. Marcus was an insane Quidditch player and had already been asked by multiple professional teams to try out. If that Slytherin had a love, it was Quidditch. He had even claimed a few times his only love was Quidditch.
And to nobody surprise, Marcus finally accepted a position on a professional Quidditch team, Puddlemere. Playing on the same team as Oliver Wood, who had been offered a position as well.
The two became close friends, their rivalry in school only really existing because they were separate teams.
"And what would your friends and dorm mates say to this?" Graham smirked, knowing exactly how some would react. He had been there when Ronald and Ginevra had started screaming about Seamus betraying Gryffindor last year for having quick flings with Flora Carrow and then Miles Bletchley. The boy sleeping with whoever was eager.
"Hermione, Dean, and Neville wouldn't care, neither would Luna, Fred, George, Blaise or Theo. Seamus would just ask questions about how good you are in bed because that's all he really cares about besides Dean and exploding shit." Harry laughed. "Ronald and Ginevra aren't my friends only housemates so I don't care what they think."
"Wait? Blaise and Theo? As in, your year Slytherins?" Graham blinked. Harry just nodded simply.
"Yeah, we study in the library together because it's the only place Malfoy and Ronald won't be an issue."
"Makes sense, though Marcus was all about Quidditch. He would even go as far as admitting that Quidditch was his only love," Graham snorted. "Though you obviously made your point. You're not like most Gryffindors, given the fact you haven't cursed me and let me use your wand."
"I am more interested in finding out why you were hiding in your Animagus form inside my dorm over cursing you out." Harry snickered.
"Was not hiding," Graham denied, a flush on his cheeks, which definitely was not from mind blowing sex.
"You sure about that? Pretty sure that pretending to be a cat while sleeping on the foot of my bed for several months is hiding," Harry laughed
"Maybe I wanted to see what the Gryffindor Tower looked like," Graham huffed, still not admitting that he had been indeed hiding and liking the presence of one, Harry Potter.
"Right..." Harry muttered sarcastically. "And that took a couple of months, did it?" Harry teased before going serious. "You can trust me. Surely you know that after watching me for so long and then having sex with me. And you can't tell me that the injuries you had, had nothing to do with that. I may be a Gryffindor, but I am not an idiot."
"My parents expected me to be a Death Eater." Graham finally whispered after minutes of silence. "I didn't want to be and told them so. They didn't take to kindly to that."
Harry took a quick breath at that. Whatever he was expecting to hear, it wasn't those words. He knew that not every Slytherin wanted to be a Death Eater and follow after Voldemort. Blaise and Theo were one of them. He knew that Blaise would probably be hiding out in Italy, as would Theo. Hogwarts would no longer be a safe place for them.
"Fucking pricks," Harry finally spat. How anyone could their own child, was beyond him. Despite growing up with the Dursley's he knew his parents had loved him. They had died just in the hopes he would live.
"I believe you and Marcus shared the same sentiment and almost the same exact words," Graham noted.
"So, you came to Hogwarts? Why not St Mungo's?" Harry fretted. "Your injuries were so severe. You could have died!"
"And be dead anyways," Graham raised an eyebrow. "I rather have taken my chances with Hogwarts."
"What do you mean?"
"You can't be that daft," Graham said, surprised. "You have Death Eaters and their supporters in every position at the Ministry. And that includes St. Mungos. I've been marked for death by going against my parents."
"Why would they want to be inside a hospital? It's not like the people in there would be very useful."
"They can use people there though. And if there is someone they want to kill. It isn't going to be an issue for them since they already have access to every department. But most of it is having control. They are wanting to take total control of the Ministry. And St Mungos is part of that," Graham pointed out.
"Just when you think the magical Nazi's can't worse, they take over a hospital," Harry scoffed.
Graham snorted at Harry's retort but didn't comment. The Gryffindor wasn't wrong.
Harry sat up fully, back against the headboard, knees bent and hands in his hair as he had his head bowed.
"But after I found you, why didn't you change back and go to Madam Pomfrey? Instead of staying a cat. My healing could have missed something." Harry gasped.
"And get a lot of questions that I don't want to answer. And you healed me just fine, so why bother," Graham hissed out.
"How are you feeling? Any pain?"
Graham rolled his eyes, "worrisome Gryffindors..." but there was a smile on his lips. "Even if you did, my cat form has a healing ability given enough time. You don't see me bleeding, do you?"
"Just because you aren't bleeding doesn't mean your body is healed." Harry scoffed.
"Healed enough to my standards," Graham countered.
Harry scowled. "Somehow I don't think that's at a level that's considered healthy."
Graham shrugged, "I've dealt with it for years and hasn't killed me yet. But to soothe your Gryffindor tendencies, no, I don't feel any pain, so no need to worry." That was probably a lie, but Harry didn't need to know that. His arm still spasmed from time to time. But there was nothing that could fix that.
"So why did you stay with me? Surely you have some allies or friends still in Slytherin?"
"Did Blaise or Theo not mention anything to you on how Slytherin works?" Graham raised an eyebrow, as if those words baffled him.
"Something about a hierarchy and it's why they never questioned or stood up to Malfoy. Because of his name and his "daddy," that he was dangerous to any Purebloods with connections to the Ministry or the Dark and Neutral factions. That even those who hated Malfoy and the other Death Eater wannabes, they had to keep their mouths shut until they were out." Harry rattled off. "I know that those loyal to the dark or too afraid to ever go against them outnumber those who wish to escape or fight for the light, so it's a survival game. But was there really no way to contact those you know are safe?" Harry sighed. "It just sucks that his evil taint is infesting the one safe place of the magical world."
Graham nodded, "that is a huge part of it. But you don't have friends in Slytherin. If you do, it's rare. Sometimes not even allies really. You still have to watch your back in Slytherin. Perhaps if Marcus was still attending Hogwarts, I may have. But I didn't see a reason to."
"That's sad. The Dursleys are awful but have friends here at Hogwarts, people I trust to have my back. Just last year they followed me to the Ministry to try and save my Godfather just because I was going and said he was in trouble. I can't imagine not having that," Harry looked sad.
"Is Marcus marked or going to be?" Harry asked tentatively.
Graham looked solemn at that, or at least solemn as you could look while still not wearing any clothes but a blanket.
"Nobody reported finding his body yet, so I would assume he has gone into hiding for the time being."
"We have a private way to communicate that can't be intercepted if you want me to ask Ollie if he knows anything?" Harry offered softly, despite declaring Slytherins didn't have friends. He could see the worry and concern on Graham's face. It was the same look Blaise and Theo had towards each other when the topic of the war came up.
"What's the catch?" Graham asked, nobody ever helped you unless they wanted something.
"Catch?" Harry asked confused, "I mean, I guess I can't guarantee that Ollie knows anything if that's what you mean?" The Gryffindor seemed so genuinely baffled that Graham felt his heart hurt at the innocence in the teen. Did he really not realize what Graham was asking.
"What do you want for this?" Graham rephrased. "Nobody ever does anything unless they want something in return."
"Merlin I am glad the Sorting Hat chose Gryffindor over Slytherin." Harry sighed deeply. "I don't want anything. I am offering because you are worried about your friend, and I might be able to help. I am not promising anything, but I don't need anything for it."
Graham just stared at him before finally saying, "you're odd for a Gryffindor. But if I'm to do anything, I am going to need clothes."
Graham gave him a smirk, "Unless you're up for a round three?"
"I have some of Fred's old clothes, they should fit you." Harry smiled, "And I am, but I don't think my arse is." He blushed.
Graham laughed at that. "Well, you have to move for me to get out and dressed, don't say I didn't warn you about this before you demanded me to be rougher. Unless you want to stay in bed staring at me all day" He taunted with a wink.
"Yeah, yeah, enjoy my pain," Harry snarked as he slid off the bed, wincing then scowling when he heard Graham laughing. "Oh, shut up."
"You were the one that kept begging me to give it to you," Graham leered at him.
"If you want to do it again, ever, you will cut the laughing." Harry shot back with a chuckle as he opened his trunk and started to dig through the clothes and books. Merlin, he needed to tidy it up again.
Graham still couldn't help the snicker that still snuck through. Though his eyes didn't stray as they were nailed to Harry's backside.
"I can feel you staring," Harry whined, with a blush quickly throwing on a pair of briefs.
Graham laughed, "you can't just be bending over and not expect me to not enjoy the view and handiwork."
"So, uh, what made you jump me last night?" Harry blushed, "not that I minded, obviously" he added hastily. "But why me?"
Graham looked into Harry's eyes; he didn't see the usual judgement that he got.
"It wasn't all about looks," he started. "I probably wouldn't have if I didn't get to know a bit more about you while in my Animagus form. I'm not like some of my other housemates where they just shag anyone in sight. You seemed to be just as interested so I went for it and hoped for the best."
"So, this isn't a one-night thing?" Harry asked nervously. "I mean I know some people like that, and I don't judge. Seamus has a new bed buddy every week. If everyone is happy and having fun, then who's it hurting. But I've never really wanted that for me."
"Harry... I would have already left if that were true. I've never had any qualms of hurting someone's feelings if I deemed it necessary. So, I have no intentions of doing so to you. And if I have to bust my ass so you stay alive, so be it," his tone was firm and dead serious.
Harry blushed before leaning over the bed to pull Graham into a passionate kiss.
"So, what's your plan for today and the rest of the school year? Going to stay in your Animagus form?" Harry asked after they separated, slightly breathless.
"When the summer starts, I am going back to my Godfathers place. He and Remus have it under the Fidelius and you are more than welcome to stay with me." Harry smiled shyly. "Maybe share my room."
Graham leaned back in to seal their lips, "I probably will keep my form until then. But I think I can be persuaded to do that. Though you will want to have a backup in case it gets compromised."
"We have few backups. But nobody we don't trust with our lives can get into Marauders Meadow. Even Dumbledore doesn't know the Floo password for entrance and can only Floo call from two other Floo connections. But we have at least one other safe house, two emergency locations attached to portkeys we wear every day. And as a last resort, we can enter the Order of the Phoenix meeting base." Harry explained fiddling with said portkey which was a bracelet of the golden snitch. Sirius and Remus weren't prepared to risk Harry by trusting another Pettigrew and went out of their way to make sure he was safe.
Graham was impressed as Harry tossed him some boxers and trousers.
He gave a slight shudder; it was weird wearing clothes again after so many months in his Animagus form.
"So, why do you have Fred Weasley's clothes anyway?" Graham asked as he shrugged on a long sleeve shirt and jumper. Thankfully the twins were better dressers than Percy and Ronald.
He wasn't sure if he wanted the answer, stomach swooping when Harry looked up at him.
"Hmm? Oh those," Harry laughed, mind going back to that day. "We had a water fight with dye in the water. Fred let me borrow his clothes. I like baggy clothes and when Mrs. Weasley dried mine, she also shrunk them because I was 'scruffy' and wouldn't unshrink them."
"The more I hear about that witch, the less I like," Graham muttered, finally clothed.
"Oh, she is horrible!" Harry chuckled. "Constantly telling Sirius and Remus they are raising me wrong. Or that Dumbledore made the right choice to leave me with the Dursleys and that Sirius and Remus are bad influences on me." Harry rolled his eyes.
"But Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred and George are great, and I love seeing them in the summer with the Order of the Phoenix."
"Alright, you ready?" Harry asked, handing over a soft and watery like cloak. "You can use my invisibility cloak if you are worried about being seen?"
Graham looked at the cloak, "I'm honestly not that worried. I figured you would be since all your dormmates practically heard you. And it's not like my parents can get past the Hogwarts gates. And is this how you been sneaking around?"
Harry laughed. "It doesn't bother me if people know who I am with. But I thought you would want to continue to hide from the school until we go home?" He smirked looking at the cloak.
"It was my dad's, I got it handed down to me my first year of Hogwarts. I use it all the time." He finished with a wink.
"Slytherins know not to mess with me, as does every house. I already have people that want me dead, no stupid cloak is going to change that. And I don't hide!"
"Tetchy, tetchy" Harry chuckled. "Alright follow me. We gotta head to the seventh floor to contact Oliver. He is usually available all morning, Quidditch practice doesn't start until just before lunch."
Seventh floor? Graham thought with confusion. There wasn't much there, and all the professor's Floo Networks were located in their offices. He couldn't see any of the professors allowing them to use it.
Harry simply smirked and lead the older boy out of his dorms. Waving off Seamus' hoots and suggestive winking in the Common Room. Dean just sitting beside him rolling his eyes at his best friend's antics.
Graham laughed with wide eyes as he saw Granger hex Ronald and Ginevra when they started screeching.
"Well done, Potter. By your screams last night, you had a pleasurable night," Seamus smirked as his comment had Ginevra screeching about the slimy Slytherin stealing her prince. By Harry's disgusted yet resigned expression this wasn't a new thing.
His definitely didn't intentionally slide his hand down Harry's back, practically touching his arse. Knowing exactly that Harry was still sore from last night and that morning.
Grinning when Harry leaned into the touch, he gently guided Harry out of the exit, keeping his arm around the smaller male's waist.
"Well, that was entertaining," he laughed as the portrait closed behind them.
Harry snorted but didn't remove the hand from his waist. He was starting to like the feel of it there.
"Come on, its down this way."
Graham's eyebrows ruffled, "what way?"
Harry threw a grin back at him, "you'll see."
"Bloody Gryffindors," Graham muttered.
"You love it." Harry teased leaning in as Graham moved his arm up to drape it over Harry's shoulder, pulling him in tight.
The Slytherin's grin was all the answer Harry needed as he started to pull away and walked back and forth down the corridor.
Graham watched in confusion, "why the fuck are you walking up and down the corridor..."
"I'm practicing for the ballet," was the sarcastic remark.
Graham snorted, "taking comments from Malfoy now?"
Harry simply ignored the Slytherin for the moment.
"What the fuck." Harry laughed at Graham's expletives and wide eyes as the magic in the wall revealed two large doors. Black metal in a winding pattern with two heavy knockers.
The Slytherin looked behind him, as if something else was going to appear before turning his eyes back to the door.
"There... is... no fucking way!"
He suddenly looked wary, "I'm not going to be attacked if I open that door, will I?"
Harry rolled his eyes, "just because you're a Slytherin, doesn't mean that anyone behind a door is after you."
"Now will you get your ass over here!"
Graham grumbled under his breath.
"Welcome," Harry grinned before swinging the doors open inwards revealing a large comfy room. Warmth exuding from the room inside. "To the Room of Requirement."
Graham stepped inside; mouth still open as he took in his surroundings. It was similar to the Common Rooms of the Houses. Open plan with large dark grey soft couches spread around the room, various blue and green blankets to use. Large glass tables.
"So... what do I need to do?" Graham asked, after he got his full look around everything. Resisting the urge to take advantage of the room.
Harry suddenly had a wicked gleam in his eyes.
"Come here." Harry smiled leading him over to a large beautiful ornate fireplace. Grabbing the Floo Powder he tossed it in, lighting up the flames green.
"Quaffle House!" Harry shouted as the fire activated.
"Come on then" Harry laughed as Graham itched closer. "We haven't got all day."
"Wait, are we leaving Hogwarts?" Graham asked baffled when he saw the Floo, he had assumed they would be able to Floo Call Wood but actually leaving Hogwarts? He didn't think that was possible.
"What? You afraid?" Harry teased as Graham reached him. Leaning over he kissed the Chaser's cheek before shoving him through the Floo with a laugh.
Harry knew thar Graham would be cursing up a storm for that as he grabbed another handful of Floo Powder and following.