Sunlight trickled into the unused classroom partially warming the room. Harry shivered and woke up feeling more rested than he had years. He noticed a warmth coming from his side as he snuggled deeper into the warmth hoping to fight off the cold. When the warm started to move, Harry's eyes cracked open. Suddenly, bright green eyes, met hazy brilliant silver eyes. A moment of lazy, confused thoughts swept through Harry's mind before a piercing scream brought him back to the present. Harry looked down, his arms were wrapped tightly around Draco's torso and after quickly letting go did the images of the previous nights events flood back to him. Now the room was filed with two boys screams as they scrambled up and over to opposite sides of the classroom.
Harry stared at Draco, shock flooding his senses. 'What happened last night?' Was one of the main questions bouncing around his head. After a moment or two Harry's gaze on Draco drifted down, 'Strange, the man hasn't got a top on.' Harry thought, 'Wait, he hasn't got trousers or pants on either!' The sight of Draco's placid prick had Harry rooted to the wall, he knew he was staring but he couldn't help it, just the sight of the other boy naked made Harry's throat go dry. Strangely enough, Harry wasn't gay (obvious after the previous night's events I'm sure) but he had often thought about what it would be like with another man and the sight of a cock, other than his own had Harry a bit shocked. He had no idea what to do. Luckily (or rather not) Harry didn't have to worry about making the next move as a deep, cackling laughter filled the room. Harry's and Draco's heads spun quickly around to the shadows of the classroom to catch a sight of the other person. "Who's there?" Harry demanded. Draco gave a sudden groan as the figure came out from the dark causing Harry to look at him and then back to the third. "Peeves." Was all Draco said.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here? Precious Potty NAKED with little drakey-kins!" Peeves cackled in a mock high-pitched, girly voice. "How adorable, you two have finally become a couple." The ghost finished with a giggle. Harry's eyes went wide as he stuttered for words.
"Peeves, if you tell anybody about this, I promise that you will be getting a visit from the Baron and myself." Draco snarled angrily. Peeves's expression darkened momentarily as he unconsciously rubbed the side of his leg before quickly settling back into his normal mischievous grin.
"Never fear, my little Drakey-poo. I will never breathe a word of your little love affair with potty-poo to anybody." With that Peeves floated up out of the room.
A few moments passed in silence as both boys pondered Peeves's curious visit. Before the silence was broken, "Stop ogling my prick, Potter! I'm not staring at yours!" Draco yelled from across the class, waking Harry from his thoughts. Both boys were now aware that they were still very naked and very cold. They stepped foreword almost simultaneously and then froze where they were in sync. The clothes they had been wearing the night before lay in a pile in the middle of the room, along with their wands. Each boy was at a loss of what to do, both wanting to cover themselves, but neither wanting to come in contact with the other. Suddenly a thought popped into Harry's head, or rather his mental abuse kicked a reminder into his thoughts. How could he have forgotten the one reason he was at this school? Being a wizard isn't really something he should easily forget. Channeling his thoughts into his magic Harry cast a summoning spell on his wand and clothes and they flew over to him. Draco stood in even more shock as Harry started getting dressed, his jaw hanging low. Draco's father would have been very displeased at Draco's lack of Malfoy self control, but then he would be even more angry about the fact that he had slept with Harry-Bloody-Potter. This thought really shook Draco as the realization of what they had done hit him again, what if someone found out? He wasn't ready to come out to the world that he was gay! Draco had to do something quickly because Harry was dressed and about to walk out of the door.
"Potter!" Harry stood still, his hand outstretched to the door handle as he turned around to look at Draco.
"Why aren't you getting dressed? D'you like hanging around in the nude Malfoy?" Harry replied before giving a deep sigh. "Look, you had better not want to talk about whatever went on last night because I seriously don't." Draco's face contorted in disgust at the idea of wanting to talk about it.
"Look Potter, we aren't all Gryffin-dorks who share ever piece of detail with each other. No, I was stopping you to tell you the exact opposite. I don't want this going around the school, so you had better watch it, or else I'll make you regret opening your mouth." Harry chuckled at Draco's panicked expression.
"Seriously Malfoy? You don't have anything against me but luckily for you, I just want to forget any of this ever happened. All right? So this never happened, nobody needs to find out, nobody ever will." 'Aside from Peeves' Harry added on mentally. This seemed to relax Draco before he suddenly remembered he was standing still stark naked in front of Harry Potter. He gave an indignant squeak and rushed over to his clothes as Harry turned and left the abandoned classroom.
As much as Harry would have given anything to forget the previous night, each time he had momentarily forgotten an image would float up and he would be treated to the next few scenes before he mentally changed the subject. The random images were really starting to get on his nerves by the time Harry had reached the portrait to the Gryffindor common rooms. Harry stepped closer to the painting, his thoughts resting on recent Quidditch scores when an extremely detail image of himself swallowing Draco's cock floated up into his head and Harry lashed out in anger, punching with all his might into the wall on the side of the painting. Startling the poor woman from gazing at the glass she had smashed with her voice not so long ago. Somehow, every time she managed it about a week later it had restored itself puzzling the woman eternally. She jumped back away from Harry as he looked up to her. Guilt washed over Harry, he placed an apologizing smile on his lips and mumbled an apology to her.
"You, okay my dear? Only you didn't come back last night. I was a bit worried." She asked him.
"M'fine, just a weird night." Harry replied.
"If you say so my dear." The fat lady said with a doubtful look but she let it slide. Harry mumbled the password to her and she gave him a curious look as he stumbled, clumsily into the common room and collapsed onto the sofa inside. 'Very curious indeed.' The portrait thought to herself before returning to gazing at her wine glass.
Draco however didn't return to his common room. Deciding instead to go out to the black lake, it was exceptionally beautiful in winter time. His thoughts however were, exactly the same as Harry's had been though. One minute potions ingredients and Quidditch scores, the next detailed images of cock sucking and amazing orgasms. Draco sighed as he skimmed a pebble over the surface of the water. 'Could life get any weirder?' He thought to himself, completely ignoring the effect those words usually had on people. And as a simple response a lump of snow with a bird nestled snugly inside fell onto his head. The bird in question taking out its anger on Draco's poor scalp. After the bird had gone and Draco had moved further away he sat down and gazed out once more to the lake. 'Note to self- Never say those words again.' He thought with a huff as he rubbed his sore scalp.