Disclaimer: J.K.Rowling owns everything and I don't. Grr.
A/N: D/H SLASH! Set in Seventh Year. HBP didn't exist for my fanfiction :P I'm only doing where they're on the train (Interlogue) and then probablies going onto the scene which I really want to write. Maybes I can knock something up for reviewers as add-ons or something. I don't know yet. This was supposed to be a one-shot but then I wouldn't be able to explain everything as a one-shot. Beware! This is my first 'come' scene! Be nice:P
Pillow Fight:
"I'm bored."
"Well, find a way to entertain yourself. I've only got 1 more page to finish for McGonagall then I'm done."
"Hmmmmmmm..."
"No humming."
"Aw. What can I do then?"
"Anything, just no distracting me until I've finished reading this."
"Okay." Draco conjured a mirror and started on redoing his hair.
"Finished."
"Finally! It took you long enough! It took -"
"Two minutes."
"... Oh."
"Right, what do you want to do then?"
"I've been thinking... a pillow fight!"
"You? Doing a pillow fight? I would of thought that you wouldn't of wanted to mess up your hair that you've just redone. I must underestimate you." Harry smirked.
"Well, I've underestimated you! You've stole my smirk! Give it back!"
"Nope."
"... Now..."
"Or what?"
"I'll do this." Draco picked up his pillow and launched it at Harry's head.
"Hey! Not fair!"
"That's a Malfoy for you- Oof!"
Harry had thrown his pillow at Draco which had rocketed into Draco's stomach.
"Hey!" Draco yelled, grabbing another pillow and beginning the pillow fight.
Harry grabbed his and ran around the room, laughing and giggling, occasionally stopping to whack Draco then speed away. Five minutes after running around like insane buffoons, Harry paused to catch his breathe.
"Aha!" Draco cried out, and lunged at Harry, knocking him onto one of their beds, and continued to attack Harry with his pillow. Harry squirmed and yelled but it was muffled by the pillow. He his hand grasped around until he found yet another pillow. He gathered up his strength and batted Draco with it. Draco shrieked with laughter and tried to wrestle it from Harry's strong grip.
He managed it and then, with one hand, he gathered Harry's hands together and pinned them above his head, and with the other hand, he got ready to strike with the pillow. But the moment never came. He just stared at Harry. And Harry stared back. Harry's breathe became lower and irregular, and so did Draco's. Draco dropped the pillow and suddenly they knew what to do. Draco cupped Harry's cheeks while Harry wrapped one arm around Draco's thin waist and the other hand came to the back of Draco's head. They slowly leaned in together and gently, their lips met. Electricity jolted through them and both their eyes fluttered shut. Draco gently prodded Harry's lips with his tongue for entry and Harry accepted and open his mouth.
Draco tasted of something vanillary and Harry tasted of chocolate and something close to Butterbeer. Harry moaned and pressed Draco closer to him. Draco was sure that it was not Harry's wand he could feel sticking into his thigh. Harry could feel something of Draco's digging into his thigh too. Draco moaned into Harry's mouth and began nipping his lip lightly. Harry opened his eyes and looked at Draco, but had to abandon doing that because he had to moan. Draco moved to Harry's neck and started licking and sucking just above the collar bone.
"Draco," Harry moaned out, his hips thrusting up. "Draco, I'm so close."
"You don't know how I feel then..." Draco whispered into Harry's ear before returning to Harry's neck.
Draco bit down gently.
Harry gave a massive groan and came, whispering Draco's name over and over.
Draco came soon after at the sight of a sweaty and sated Harry.
After they cleaned themselves and straightened out their clothes, Harry began to speak.
"Well... That was... unexpected..."
"Yeah," Draco breathed. "But I like it."
"Me too." Harry said and cuddles into Draco's warm embrace.
The End!