Harry entered the Gryffindor common room and smiled. Everything that had happened to him still felt like a dream and he wanted to remember it all so that is could be preserved in his memory. Harry was still smiling when he reached the fireplace, where he was greeted by Hermione, who seemed to have worn a hole in the floor where she had been pacing back and forth.
"Where have you been!" she shrieked, crossing the rug to stand before Harry with her arms on her hips.
Harry stopped smiling and looked away, scratching his head, "Well, it's a long story…"
Hermione stomped her foot and glared at him; she wasn't going to take any excuses this time. Harry sighed and took a seat in the chair opposite of the couch.
"Well?" Hermione asked impatiently.
"You see, Professor Snape sent me and Draco—"
"Draco?" Hermione exclaimed, "Since when do you call him Draco?"
"Do you want me to tell you or not!" Harry cried and heard Ron snort as he entered the room from upstairs.
"Humph…" Hermione grunted, sitting down and crossing her arms over her chest.
"All right, where was I? Oh! We were sent to the Room of Requirement to search for some potions book Snape had lost and seconds after we entered, the door locked itself. We tried for a good half an hour but failed, so we began to search every bookcase and table we could find. We were looked for three hours in that room! Can you believe that! Anyways, Snape finally arrived and the door was unlocked. We handed him the book and…I…came back here…"
Harry finished and looked up at Hermione. She stared back at him and seemed to consider his answer. Just when Harry thought she was satisfied, Hermione responded.
"What else happened?"
"What do you mean? Nothing else happened."
"You're lying to me, Harry; I know you better then that. What are you hiding?"
Harry blushed and shifted uncomfortably in his chair, looking away from Hermione's stare.
"Harry?" she asked again, standing up and stepping in front of him.
Harry looked at Ron for help but Ron's eyes widened and he shook his head. Harry sighed, but didn't reply. Instead, he stood and began to walk towards the head boy's room when Hermione called out to him.
"HARRY JAMES POTTER!" she screamed, causing Ron to fall off the couch with a thud.
Harry cringed and slowly turned around. He suddenly wished he hadn't for Hermione was right behind him. Harry leapt backwards with a girlish shriek, flinging his arms up and waving them in front of him defeatedly.
"Fine, if you really want to know…ihadsexwithmalfoyandwelikedit!" Harry shouted, preparing himself for the blow he knew was about to come.
Hermione looked at Ron, who shrugged his shoulders, with a raised eyebrow.
"What?" she asked.
Harry took a deep breath, "I had sex with Malfoy…" Harry said and looked down at his feet, shifting nervously about from foot to foot.
Harry heard a sharp intake of breath from Hermione and looked up just in time to see her eyes roll into the back of her head before collapsing.
"Hermione!" Harry cried, catching her before she hit the ground.
Harry picked her up and carried her over to the couch Ron had been sitting on, then laid her down gently. He took a seat on the edge and looked at Ron, who was frozen in shock. Harry grumbled and stood up so quickly, Ron shrieked and scooted towards the wall.
"Thanks a whole lot, for all your help!"
Harry turned on his heel and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him. Hermione sat up and looked around.
"Where did he go?" she asked, glancing over at Ron.
Ron pointed at Harry's bedroom door, not saying a word. Hermione groaned, walked over to his door and began to pound on it.
"Harry! Harry! You come out here this instant!" Hermione called.
"No! Leave me alone!" a muffled voice sounded from somewhere beyond the door.
"Fine! I'm coming in, then!" Hermione cried, raising her wand.
"WHAT! NO, YOU—"
"ALOHOMORA!"
Harry's door blew open and smacked him in the face, causing him to stumble backwards onto his bed.
"What in the bloody hell did you do that for? Are you trying to kill me woman!" Harry whined, clutching his nose as blood began to flow from it.
"Harry, I'm so sorry! I didn't know you were right there!" Hermione exclaimed, rushing over to Harry's bed.
"No, get away from me! You're going to kill me! No! Get away!" Harry cried, leaping up from the bed and backing into the wall.
"Oh, give me a break, Harry, let me see that nose!"
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes, now come here!" she screamed, grabbing a hold of Harry's arm and yanking him towards her.
Harry tripped over his rug and toppled forwards, taking Hermione down with him; he landed on her and grunted. Hermione looked up at him and pulled her wand out. Muttering a charm, she soon had Harry's nose back to normal.
"Do you mind getting off of me?" she asked, looking into his eyes.
"Sorry," Harry said, rolling off of her and sitting up; pressing his back against the side of his bed. "Well, you're here, now. What do you want?" Harry growled.
"Harry, Ron and I are a little lost…you said you had sex with Malfoy, how do you expect us to react when we hear something like that?…is it true?"
Ron entered and nodded his head, taking a seat at the edge of Harry's bed. Harry looked at the floor, then back at Hermione.
"When we were in the Room of Requirement, I scared Draco and he dropped the potion bottle he was holding onto the floor, which emitted a cloud of scarlet colored smoke in to the air, which we inhaled. About five minutes later, I began to feel very strange around him and when I had tried to leave, the door was still locked. I turned around and was pushed into the wall by Draco who had this look in his eye. The next thing I knew, he kissed me. After that, things evolved into 'greater' things, if you know what I mean…" Harry replied.
"Eww…" Ron said, giggling awkwardly and wrinkling his nose, "Who was on top?"
"Ron!" Hermione said, smacking Ron, who yelped, in the back of the head.
Behind her, Harry blushed and gestured to himself; mouthing the word 'me'.
"Alright, mate!" Ron grinned stupidly, not having expected his question answered.
Hermione hit him, "Pay attention, this is Harry, you are his best friend. So what if he had, er, sex with, ah, Malfoy…please continue, Harry. I will make sure Ron, here, doesn't interrupt you again…"
"Thanks. When the potion wore off, we were both quite surprised and freaked out. After we handed Snape the book, Draco confessed that he had enjoyed it, so I asked him if he would like to do something again and…that's it…"
Harry returned his gaze to the floor, his blush increasing. Hermione and Ron sat in silence for a few moments before Hermione spoke up.
"Harry, you know we don't care who you date, right?" she smiled acceptingly, thinking to herself with fury, 'Even though I do! You son of a bitch! I wanted you!"
"Yeah, mate, of course!" Ron exclaimed, patting Harry on the head like a dog, thinking nervously, 'Wow…mate…that's all I can say…wow…'
"Thanks, so you guys really don't mind?" Harry asked, looking up at the two of them.
"Yeah, no problem," they responded through clenched teeth.
"Thanks!" Harry cried, tackling them to the ground.
"Oh, you're very welcome."
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When the three of them had reached the door to the Great Hall, Harry spotted Draco standing near the windows. Harry turned to Hermione and Ron, letting them know that he wasn't going in with them.
"Harry, you need to eat something," Hermione protested.
"I will; if not now, then later. I promise, I will eat something, okay?"
"All right, but a promise is a promise, so don't break it!" Hermione called over her shoulder as she and Ron disappeared through the door.
Sighing, Harry turned and headed towards Draco, who moved to the corner. When Harry arrived, Draco grabbed his wrist and flung him around the corner, pushing him against the wall. Malfoy crushed his lips to Harry's, causing Harry's legs to sway beneath him. Breaking from the kiss, Draco rested his forehead against Harry's.
"You missed me?" Harry laughed.
Draco answered by capturing Harry's lips again, this time running his tongue across Harry's bottom lip for entrance. Harry pulled away and looked up.
"You want to go somewhere else?" he asked.
"Good idea, Harry," Draco responded, grabbing his hand.
The two walked along the corridor together and were about to round the corner when they heard Filch talking with Mrs. Norris. Draco frantically glanced around and noticed a broom closet to their right. Pulling Harry closer, he opened the door and threw Harry in before stepping in himself. Draco caught Harry's eye and put a finger to his lips.
"Well, Mrs. Norris, I thought I heard someone…I guess I'm getting to old for this job," Filch said just outside the closet, "Oh, well, let's go…"
The boys listened and when they thought Filch had gone, each let out a heavy sigh. Draco turned so that he was facing Harry and noticed that Harry was looking around the closet.
"Well, this is cozy," he said, laughing a little.
"Is that a problem?" Draco asked breathily, pushing Harry back against the wall.
"Well, it's a little small but it wi—"
Draco pressed his lips to Harry's and ran his tongue across his bottom lip. Harry moaned and opened his mouth, taking Draco in. Their hands slid down each others backs, removing their shirts and tossing them to the floor. Draco pulled away and looked up, then, smiling, he bent forward, attacking Harry's nipples with his mouth. Harry felt his legs give out and grabbed the wall hangers for support. When he was stable enough, he let his hands move to Draco's hair, waving and winding their way over his head.
Draco gave a satisfied moan and began to trail kisses up Harry's chest. When he reached his neck, Harry lifted his own, giving Draco more access. Finally recapturing Harry's lips, he heard a growl. He broke from the kiss and listened, realizing the sound was Harry's stomach.
"Heh, sorry bout that," Harry said, laughing softly, "Just a little hungry."
"Me, too," Draco smiled, "Would you rather we get something to eat, then finish this?"
Harry considered it for a moment then nodded. Kissing Draco on the forehead, Harry responded, "Sure, why not. There should still be some left…"
"All right, we'll go. Here's your shirt," Draco said, handing it to Harry.
Once they had their shirts on, Draco looked out the door to see if the coast was clear; it was and they headed towards the Great hall.
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"Well, they could stare at someone else for a change…" Draco mumbled, as Harry and he took a seat at the end of Gryffindor's table.
When they had walked through the doorway together, heads everywhere snapped towards them, causing the boys to jump back a bit. They went forward, eyes following them, and continued to stare as they took their seats.
"Ignore it, they're just jealous that they can't have you," Harry said, grinning from ear to ear.
"Oh, yeah, that's just it," Draco said sarcastically, leaning across the table to kiss Harry on the forehead.
Gasps filled the room as the students continued to watch. Harry glanced up at the head table and noticed that Professor McGonagall had fainted. She was slumped forward supported by Hagrid's enormous hand. Frustrated, Harry stood up and climbed onto the table.
"What are you doing!" Draco exclaimed, trying to pull him down.
"You'll see," Harry said, smiling.
"Excuse me!" he shouted.
"What is he doing?" Hermione sighed, rolling her eyes.
"I don't know, let's watch…" Ron muttered, rolling his own.
Harry cleared his throat and proceeded, "Does anyone here have a problem with the two of us?"
Draco rolled his eyes and smacked his palm against his forehead. He looked up at Harry and smiled to himself, thinking, 'You are an idiot…'
Harry watched as heads turned to each other and heard whispers spread across the room like ripples in a pond. Finally, people stopped and turned their attentions back to him. Smiling again he repeated his question.
"So…anyone?"
"Why are you asking us?" a voice called out from the front of the room.
"Why? Because all of you seem to have a big problem…"
"And what would that be?" another said.
"You're staring at us as if you've never seen two boys sitting next to each other…"
"That's because they haven't…" Draco mumbled under his breath, just loud enough for Harry to hear.
"Oh," Harry whispered.
"Why don't you just go back to snogging your boyfriend and leave the rest of us out of your personal life!" the voice said.
Harry, quite taken aback at the comment, shouted, "Fine! I will!"
"Go away, Potter!" a Slytherin sneered.
Harry leapt from the table and headed for the door, leaving Draco to defend himself.
"Don't you even start with me!" Draco yelled, dashing after Harry, running into the door a couple of times as he tried to escape the stares of his fellow Slytherins.
When he had finally gotten through the door, he had just enough time to see Harry's form slip through the front doors. Sighing, he ran after him. He chased Harry all the way to the Quidditch pitch before he had a chance to catch the boy. Draco wrapped his arms around Harry's waist and held him tight. Harry tried to push Draco away but ended up collapsing in his arms. Draco moved them to one of the nearby benches and sat down.
"Man you get upset very easily, you know that?" Draco said, stroking the side of Harry's face with his thumb.
Harry growled and looked up, "Yeah, well, Ron and Hermione weren't any better when I first told them. Why does everyone have to be so judgmental nowadays?"
"It's life, Harry, you should know that. Your life was never easy; you had to learn to cope with life as you saw it. There's more to it then harsh words and gestures."
"Yeah right…you're one to talk, Draco…" Harry muttered, crossing his arms across his chest.
"I guess you're right, I was pretty nasty, wasn't I?" He said, grinning to himself.
"You got that right, and wipe that grin off your face, you look like an idiot," Harry said, trying not to laugh.
"Oh, now look whose talking, Mr. let's-get-up-on-the-table-and-announce-to-the-whole-school-we're-GAY!"
Harry shrunk lower and averted his eyes to the ground, "Um…sorry about that… that was not what I meant…"
"Yeah? Then what did you mean?"
"I meant us, boy and boy, sitting across from each other. Ron and I do it all the time…"
"I think that they were staring because we walked in holding hands, and I didn't help the situation by kissing that pretty little head of yours…"
Harry laughed and suddenly rose to his feet, "Hey, I have an idea, do you want to go flying?"
Draco's eyes widened, "Now?"
"Yeah, we can use my broom, er…" Harry blushed, "My firebolt, if you want. I feel like flying, that's all."
A wicked grin appeared on Draco's lips, "Why not, you ready now?"
"Yep, let me go get my broom and we'll be off."
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"WHAT!"
"Ginny, please calm down, do want to wake the whole tower?" Hermione said firmly, sitting down on the couch.
"NO! I don't care! He's mine! I had him, why did I have to let him go!" she screamed.
"Bloody hell, Ginny, will you just shut up already!" Ron said from the floor where he was laying.
"No, Ron, you stay out of this! It's none of your business!"
"None of my business! The bloody hell it's not MY business! You're my bloody sister!" he yelled back, sitting up.
"Come on, both of you!" Hermione shrieked, glaring at the two, "I'm sorry, Ginny, that you don't have Harry anymore, but you need to let that go, he's moved on and has found someone new. He's happy, too!"
"Yeah, and that person is who, Hermione? You have yet to tell me…"
"Well, that…umm…er…are you sure you want to know?"
"No, Hermione, I'm just asking for my own health; yes, I want to know!"
"Well, then, don't say I didn't warn you. Ron, you might want to cover your ears."
"Why?"
"Just do it!"
"Fine, they're covered…" Ron said, laying his hands against the sides of his head.
Hermione sighed and looked back up at Ginny, who was tapping her foot impatiently, "The person Harry is happy with is…Malfoy…" Hermione clapped her hands to her ears just as Ginny let out a horrified shriek.
"MALFOY! WHAT THE HECK IS HE DOING WITH MALFOY! THEY'RE SWOREN ENEMIES! WH—"
"GINNY!" Hermione screamed, trying to get her attention.
"WHAT?"
"YOU CAN STOP SHOUTING! WE'RE RIGHT HERE!"
"Sorry, but Malfoy?"
"Yes—"
"Wait, he's with Malfoy as in…'with'?"
Hermione was about to say something when the girls heard the portrait swing open and held their breath. They heard someone whispering and glanced backwards to see Harry emerging from the shadows.
"Hey, you guys," Harry smiled.
"YOU!" Ginny cried.
Harry froze and started to back away, "What? What did I do?"
"Oh, so you're going to play dumb, I see…"
Harry raised an eyebrow and walked towards the couch to take a seat next to Hermione. When he was with in two feet of it, Ginny lunged at him, causing Harry to stumble backwards over the armrest. Harry yelped and landed in Hermione's lap.
"Hi," he said, grinning nervously up at her.
"Hi, Harry," Hermione said, then leaned in and whispered, "Watch out, she's been like this for the past hour or so. I'd be careful."
"I'll do that, thanks…"
"Stop flirting with Hermione and pay attention!" Ginny screamed, glaring at the two of them.
"First of all, I was not flirting with Hermione, and second of all, what the hell is your problem!'
"You! You were mine!"
"Woah, hold that thought, there; I'm not yours, Ginny, and I never was. I never really liked you. Sorry, but that's the truth Harsh, I know," Harry smirked.
"WHAT?"
"Yeah, you heard me, I never liked you!"
Ginny looked flustered and stepped forward. Glaring at Harry, she smacked him.
"OUCH! Woman, what was that for!" he cried.
"Why did you just pretend then?" she cried.
"Because I knew you liked me; I am your friend, you know. Sorry it never worked out…"
Ron stared in disbelief at what he had just heard, incapable of saying anything. Hermione was surprised and relieved at the same time. She'd thought Harry had always had feelings for Ginny, but was happy to be proved wrong.
"So, I hear you're with…Malfoy…now…why that bloke?" she sneered.
"He's not a bloke and I happen to like him! Is that such a big deal to you? Why did you want me to start with anyways? So that I could be your sex toy?" Harry snickered before regretting the words that had slipped from his mouth, "Ginny, I didn't mean it like that! I'm sorry!"
Ginny's eyes widened and tears began to for in them. She raised her hand and moved to slap Harry again but was stopped by a firm hand around her wrist.
"What?" she cried, glancing up.
"Don't…Ever…Touch…Him again…" Draco growled, sticking his face in hers.
"What? How did—"
"I let him in, Ginny, he's with me…" Harry said, getting up off the couch.
Hermione and Ron continued to stare as Draco continued to hold a firm grip on Ginny's wrist.
"Do you mind, Malfoy?"
"Do I mind what?" Draco said, face inches from her.
"Do you mind letting my wrist go?"
"Only if you promise to never lay a hand on him again…"
"Fine, just let go!"
"There you go," he said, releasing his grasp.
Ginny glared at Draco, and then with a grunt, she dashed up into the girls' dormitory. Harry turned to Draco and pulled him into a kiss, then pulled away upon seeing the shocked faces of his friends.
"Sorry about all that, Ginny needed to hear that, but I really never meant to say that I was her 'sex toy'…"
Ron looked at Harry and responded, "Don't worry, mate, when Ginny calms down, we'll arrange a meeting for the two of you to sit down and talk respectfully. How does that sound?"
"Sounds great, Ron, goodnight!"
"Goodnight, mate, you too…Draco,"
"Yeah, goodnight, Ron," Draco said, smiling weakly.
Hermione was the last one in the common room, as Ron disappeared up the stairs. She glanced up at Harry and saw a smile spread across his face. She smiled back and brought him into a hug.
"Goodnight," she whispered into the ear opposite Draco, "Just whatever you two do, try not to keep me up. I'm right next door, remember that…" she smiled.
"I will," Harry replied, smiling as he felt her breath tickle his skin, "Goodnight…"
"Goodnight, boys!" she called as she entered her room, closing the door softly behind her.
Harry glanced over his shoulder at Draco and smiled. He walked forward and placed his arms around Draco's waist and his head on Draco's chest.
"Thanks,"
"For what?" Draco asked, lifting Harry's chin up towards his face.
"For everything," Harry said, grinning.
"You're welcome," Draco replied, capturing Harry's lips with his own.
After a few minutes, Harry broke away and pulled Draco towards his bedroom. Once they were in, they removed their clothing and climbed into the bed. Draco slid in behind Harry and pulled him closer so that their skin was touching.
"Goodnight, Draco," Harry yawned.
Draco grinned and nuzzled his nose into Harry's neck, "Goodnight."