'Ugh! Great a whole two weeks to spend alone, at Hogwarts, with Harry- Fucking- Potter! UGH! Merlin, at least Weaslebee and Granger aren't here as well. How could mother abandon me here in this dump for Christmas? I mean Potter has no family, no one to just dump him, he's already been dumped here but why should i have to?' Draco thought as he flopped down onto the bottle green sofa, it deflated beneath him. 'The only good thing about this is the pass to Hogsmead.' Draco's brows furrowed, What could possibly be worth spending time to do at Hogwarts? Well apart from studying, but now was a time for a bit of relaxation. 'Maybe a walk would help clear my mind.' Draco sauntered up to his dorm and put on his winter robes, after checking his reflection in the mirror (Because although there is no one around a Malfoy always looks his best) he closed the door and set off for a walk around the all too familiar castle.
Draco was wrapped up warm in both his cloak and thoughts as he wandered meaninglessly through the empty halls. Having calmed down from his little bout earlier, Draco let his thoughts drift to wherever they found a place to go. Mostly this consisted of memories he had, had in certain places. For example as Draco as Draco passed through a corridor on the fifth floor he smirked as he remembered the when in his first year, peeves had been taunting Draco about his rejection of friendship by Harry Potter. Then along came the bloody baron who had happily sent peeves crying away with what seemed like blistering boils all over his body. At the time Draco had been in awe that ghosts could still cursed one and other but had created a strong friendship with the ghost since then. They still laughed from time to time about the look on peeve's face every time they bring up one of their retorts to his taunting but it was the first that was Draco's fondest. Then as Draco glanced out over the astronomy tower and caught sight of the hidden bank next to the black lake and remembered his first ever date. Every single first year (and some second years) in Hogwarts were jealous that he got to go out with Daphne Greengrass but they didn't work out. The date in itself was definitely something to be remembered, Draco had bought the most delicious sparkling chocolates and they spent the day at the lake. Draco pushed himself off of the bench and started to head back down again to see what other memories the old castle invoked.
Ten minutes later Draco found himself stood outside a very unforgetable classroom. There was nothing special to it for almost everyone else who looked at it, they just saw an unused classroom in the west side of the castle. How ever to Draco this was the place he had made an unsuspecting revelation about himself.
It was back in his fourth year, the yule ball was at mid-swing and Draco had grown increasingly tired of pansy draping herself onto him so while no one was looking he ducked out for a stroll around the castle (This had been a habit of his since first year and surprisingly hasn't stopped) believing that most people would still be enjoying the early party mode. As Draco was walking down a corridor a strange noise caught his attention. Curious as to what it was Draco stopped and stared at the door for a while to see if he hadn't just imagined the noise and was about to turn away when he heard it again. Draco quietly tried to open the door but it was locked so he reached for his wand and quietly cast Alohomora on the locked door. It unlocked with a click and Draco ever so gently opened the door a fraction to see what was making the weird noises. As the door opened the noises became louder and more frequent but Draco only stood in shock at the sight before him. It wasn't every day you were greeted by the sight of Michael Corner bent over Seamus Finnegan stark naked and at it like rabbits on the teachers desk, luckily with both of their backs turned towards Draco and neither had heard the door open. Draco stood there with the door handle filmy in his grasp and mouth hanging wide open for a few minutes before his was brought back to reality by two very loud moans and the sight of both boys coming Seamus onto the desk and Michael still in Seamus. Draco quickly (and quietly) shut the door and practically ran from the scene. It wasn't that Draco was confused about what he saw or embarrassed, sure he might have been but they weren't the reasons he fled from the halls. Draco was fully aware about the practices of when men like each other and get a bit to hormonal for their own good but he had never really thought about it in detail and the show he had just been given had caused an uncomfortable bulge in the front of his trousers. That was the reason he wanted to leave. Draco literally ran to the closest bathroom, all his Malfoy graces forgotten, if anybody asked he could be throwing up from too much spiked punch but the bulge in his trousers was something that could be teased about for a good long time. Luckily since the party was still quiet young not many people had left and Draco didn't even pass anyone. After setting up locking and silencing spells (better protected than the other boys ones were) Draco spent the next 10 minutes dealing with his painfully hard erection and cleaning himself back up before heading back to the Slytherin common room. When he got back and was safely locked in his dorm, images came flooding back and he spent the rest of the night wanking to not just the images of earlier but to fantasies caused by a new found inspiration. Not saying Draco was fully gay though, sometimes he did like to see a girl but that was the night Draco realized he was bi.
As Draco came out of his thoughts he noticed a familiar tugging on his trousers. That memory still could effect Draco and 'hey…' Draco thought, 'There isn't really many people left in the castle, only professors and Potter. The professors would have work to mark and be quite busy for at least the first week and there was very little chance of perfect Potter turning up. Aha, who cares if he does. He might get a very good free show.' Draco walked in and set up the necessary spells to keep people out and oblivious and slowly started massaging his crotch through his clothes, reveling in each touch.