He hadn't even realized that he'd slipped into sleep. Draco blinked his eyes open and scowled into the empty room. That had been one of the worst sleeps he'd had in a long time. It felt like something had been missing.
Draco ignored the aching feeling in his chest at his inner admission and sat up. He wished he didn't have to get up and go to classes, but it wasn't as if he could just skip them all. That would bring Snape down on him hard.
"Harry, hey, Harry... it's time to wake up mate," he heard Ron call out to him as the boy flung open his curtains and a bright light shone straight onto his face. In that moment Harry did not miss his window one bit and he groaned, rolling over and pushing his face into his pillow. He could hear everyone clamouring about, getting ready for the day, and he knew he had to do the same.
Draco pushed himself out of bed and took his time getting ready. Once dressed he made to leave but stopped at his door, resting his head against it for a moment as he tried to gather himself. He didn't want to see anyone today. In particular, he didn't want to see Potter.
Last night he'd made the decision that the whole situation between them had been a horrible mistake and he was attempting to pretend that it had never happened. It was almost impossible for him to do so, but he would make the effort. After all, they were enemies, they hated each other, they fought and insulted one another, it should be simple. Draco lifted his head from the door and let it fall back against the wood with a dull thud.
Harry got dressed, taking his time as he fingered each piece of new clothing in his wardrobe, and threw his robe over his head just as everyone else was leaving the room. He felt sluggish and drained as he'd had a terrible sleep, tossing and turning most of the night as he dealt with his usual nightmares. But this time they had included Draco Malfoy.
He made sure he had everything in his bag before slinging it over a shoulder and heading out the door with Ron, who had been waiting for him just outside the room. Harry was nervous about seeing Malfoy again. The boy was obviously overwhelmed with the rumours and the possibility of people finding out about them, and Harry hoped that, having had some time alone to think, Malfoy had been able to work out some of his issues so that they could discuss what their tactic would be.
Sneering at everyone and everything, Draco made his way out of the Slytherin dorms and braved the open corridors that were swarming with students on their way to their classes. He had skipped breakfast just so he wouldn't have to deal with the problem of trying to eat and sneer at the same time, but now he was regretting not waking up in time to at least get a decent cup of coffee.
"Hey, mate, is everything alright?" Ron asked as they walked to Transfiguration's class together. Hermione was already there as usual, having the habit of being ridiculously early to most of her classes.
"Yeah. I'm just tired. Lots of nightmares," Harry explained.
"Oh, sorry. Bad luck there," Ron replied. Harry was just happy his friend was talking to him again.
Draco took a seat at the back of the room and watched as the rest of the class filed in. Potter attempted to catch his eye as he entered and Draco reached down to pull his things out of his bag so that his face would be hidden from view until the boy had taken his seat, hopefully with the Weasel and far, far away from Draco.
Holding himself back from just going over to Malfoy, Harry followed Ron to their usual table instead. He sighed as he took his things out and he began taking notes from the black board that McGonagall had left for them. They were learning about self-transfiguring into complete animal forms even though they were never going to put it into practice. It was an interesting subject but Harry found his mind wandering to thoughts of a certain blonde.
As soon as class was over, Draco was out of the room as fast as he could move, nearly tripping over himself to get away from Potter. He had found himself staring at the back of his still silver tipped head more than a few times no matter how hard he tried not to.
He rushed on to his next class, DADA, a place where he could take out some of his frustrations and also a class without Potter. Draco pitied the person he was teamed up with, for about three seconds, but then revelled in the release of his magic upon the person.
He'd had enough of Malfoy avoiding him. After class he had wanted to talk to him and the boy had practically run away. Harry was frustrated. He left his own class early, making excuses about his head hurting, and took a position near the DADA classroom to wait for Malfoy's class to end.
"Malfoy!" he heard as he headed down the hallway in the direction of the kitchens instead of the Great Hall for lunch. Draco heard the person running after him and he kept up his pace and pretended he hadn't heard the voice. He knew it was Potter. Why couldn't he just leave Draco alone?
"Draco. Fuck, wait up," Harry called out as he neared the blonde, startling a few people out of his way as he swore. He followed Malfoy into an empty corridor and finally caught up. "Hey, I just want to talk for a second."
"Fuck off, Potter. I don't have anything to say to you," Draco spat. He forced his feet to keep moving even though he just wanted to stop and fling himself into Potter's arms. This was harder than he thought. He felt a hand reach out to grip his arm and he violently yanked it away.
"Don't touch me," he was pleading even though it didn't seem like it, his voice sounding like icicles were dripping down his spine.
"Bloody hell, what's your problem?" Harry practically yelled, annoyed with how Malfoy was talking to him. This was exactly what he had feared - that once the bet was over everything would revert to normal. He wasn't going to let that happen.
"I told you to fuck off. Are you hard of hearing today, Potter?" Draco said, stopping in front of the painting of fruit that was the entrance to the kitchens. He really just wanted a coffee. And for his life to be simple. But mainly, he just wanted his heart to stop feeling like it was trying to claw it's way out through his chest.
Harry watched the desperation flicker across Malfoy's face as he tried to gain entrance into the kitchens to get away from him. He just couldn't tickle the pear properly. He reached out to help him and got a glare in return. That was it, he couldn't take it any more. He moved forward, taking Malfoy by surprise, and pushed him up against the painting.
He found himself trapped, his wrists pinned as Potter held him against the fruit painting, his hips digging into Draco's as he pushed his whole body into him. He tried to hold back a shudder at the feeling of Potter's soft lips caressing his jaw and moving upward toward his ear. Potter took the lobe between his teeth and Draco's hips jerked forward as he let out a ragged moan.
"I told you that you couldn't fool me, Malfoy. I know it's all for show. I can see it in your eyes," Harry whispered, his tongue tracing the shell of Malfoy's ear as he ground his hips against his captive. Malfoy's eyes had closed now and he was making those little, desperate noises, his mouth open and panting, his breath hitching in the back of his throat as Harry moved against him.
Draco stopped trying to escape, not that he'd put much effort into doing so in the first place, and felt himself slump against the painting. Potter's mouth was teasingly torturing him by constantly being on his ear and Draco's cock was fully hard in moments.
"Stop, please..." he whimpered, as a last effort to get Potter to let him go. He just wanted everything to stop, it was all too difficult, and it wasn't fair, and Draco just wanted to curl into himself until it all just went away. But, Potter would never let him do that, would never let him take the easy way out, "Harry, please."
Harry stilled at the broken sound of Malfoy's voice and he loosened his hold though he didn't back away. He turned his head to look directly into the boy's face, taking in his light, grey eyes that were brimming with pain.
"Draco," he murmured, pressing his lips against his panting mouth and taking him in his arms instead of keeping him against the wall.
He slumped forward into Harry Potter's arms, feeling weak, and he just wanted to give in to what they both wanted. Draco felt tears swimming in his eyes – it was all too much. He pushed Potter away, hard, wincing as the boy's back hit the wall opposite, and tore off down the corridor as fast as his feet could carry him.
"Shit," Harry said, rubbing at the back of his head as he watched Malfoy turn the corner, running quite quickly, fast enough that he knew he wouldn't be able to catch up to him in time. Well that hadn't quite gone as well as he'd hoped.
Draco barricaded himself back in his room, managing to keep himself calm and collected at least until his door was shut before completely breaking. He couldn't care about his classes one bit, not when his entire being felt like it was being split in two. Draco didn't even know what he wanted any more.
Deciding he couldn't just leave everything like that, Harry made his way down to the Slytherin Common Room. He didn't care about the rumours any more and if he had to he'd deny everything later. He needed to talk with Malfoy.
The Slytherin students lingering around for lunch all pointed at him, fingering their wands and whispering to each other as he passed into their territory. Harry slid his own wand out and ignored them, striding confidently through the room to the hallway, stopping at Malfoy's bedroom door.
Once upon a time his choices had been simple, serve his family and bow down to Voldemort or most likely die. Even though he hadn't wanted that for himself he had been given no other options. And now he had Potter - the fucking Gryffindor, boy wonder, saviour of the wizarding world, who he very nearly felt like throwing his whole future away for. Draco slunk down onto his floor, his back against the wall, his legs stretched out in front of him.
He didn't even bother knocking as he knew Malfoy wouldn't answer any way. Harry fingered his wand, pondering over how to get into the boy's room. They needed to talk, whether Malfoy liked it or not.
He tried a few unlocking spells, starting at Alohamora and working his way up to the more difficult ones he'd learned over the years at Hogwarts. None of them worked. Harry looked down the corridor and saw Blaise Zabini standing at the other end, watching him, a bored looking expression on his face.
Draco folded his arms over his knees and dropped his head down onto them. He wondered how long it would take for someone, likely Snape, to come bother him about missing his classes. He thought about what he would tell the man, what excuses he had, and they all sounded ridiculous. Draco realized how dramatic he was being, but, his life had always been full of dramatics, so it was nothing new.
He chewed on the inside of his cheek. Draco didn't want what life had presented him, but he didn't know if he was strong enough to push it all aside.
Harry turned back toward Malfoy's door, ignoring the Slytherin boy staring at him. He took a step back and flicked his wand roughly at his wooden obstacle. "Expulso," he intoned and the door was blasted open, falling forward with a loud bang.
"Draco?" Harry asked as he stepped into the room, looking around for the blonde boy. He saw him sitting on the floor, his eyes wide in shock at having his door blasted open.
"What the fuck?" Draco said, pushing himself up from the floor as he took in Potter breaking into his room. He was shaking with anger and an assortment of different emotions, trying to ignore the jolt of arousal shooting through his body at the sight of the boy's powerful magical display. He'd had no less than four different spells encasing the room to keep people out.
"Potter, what the hell, get out!"
Almost snarling at his attitude problem, Harry stalked forward until their chests were pressed together, his face mere inches from Malfoy's. He was more frustrated than he'd ever been before but all he really wanted to do was throw Malfoy down onto his bed and shag the living daylights out of him, though he knew that wouldn't actually solve whatever problems they were suddenly having.
"I'm not finished with you, Draco."
A squeaky noise came from his throat at the rough sound of Potter's voice, tensing when he realized that the boy was using his given name instead of calling him Malfoy as was usual. He looked up from Potter's mouth and into his eyes, seeing his pupils enlarged and staring him down with an intensity that made him shiver.
"Back off. I don't want anything from you," Draco responded, raising his hand to push Potter back from being so close, "And get the hell out of my room!"
"No," Harry said, grabbing Malfoy's hand before he could push him away, "Fuck you Draco, I'm not putting up with your snotty shit, so you're going to damn well listen to me... and then maybe I'll leave." He laced their fingers together and dropped their hands on his own chest.
Blinking rapidly, Draco breathed deeply and tried to look somewhere else.
"Potter, at least put the door back first!" He said, looking frantically to the wide open doorway and seeing Blaise Zabini standing there, looking at them both with a giant smirk plastered on his smug face.
Harry turned his head to follow the direction in which Malfoy's eyes were staring, spotting the slinky Slytherin watching them. "Zabini, you have five seconds to make yourself scarce before I get annoyed," he told the boy, giving him a slight smirk as he twirled his wand out and pointed it at him. Zabini gulped and looked at the thin piece of wood briefly before backing away.
"There. Better?" he asked Malfoy, levitating the door back in place and repairing it so that it actually functioned as a barricade again.
Draco tried pulling his hand back out of Potter's grasp but he couldn't get it free. Snarling, he took a step back and was against the wall, feeling trapped, but there was no where else he could go.
"Why can't you take 'no' for an answer, Potter?"
He tilted his head as he looked at Draco's face, stepping forward again so that they were close, their bodies almost, but not quite, touching. Harry chuckled, "I will when you actually mean it, when you're not just having a temper tantrum. And you still can't call me 'Harry'? Or is that only reserved for when my cock is in your arse?"
He harrumphed, turning his head away again, unable to look into those dazzling green eyes that were looking at him with hope and understanding, and something he couldn't quite discern... and it was everything, it just made Draco want to get down on bended knee and worship the messy-haired Gryffindor before him. He ignored the last question though.
"Look Potter, I've told you to leave, I've told you I don't want anything from you, why can't you get it into that thick skull of yours that I mean these things?"
Wetting his lips with his tongue, Harry thought about the blonde's words for a second before leaning forward to whisper in his ear.
"You don't though. You're mine, Draco," his tongue peeked out between his lips to trace the curve of Malfoy's ear and he moved forward, slotting their hips together, feeling the blonde shaking with nerves. "I want you and you want me, it's pretty simple, and you can't lie about it. So how-about, instead of pretending you don't want this between us, you take me to that bed over there and fuck me?"