Once again, a party was raging on in the Slytherin common room. Everyone was congratulating Harry on staying in first place. For his double save, he was given enough points to keep his lead, even though he finished third. Fleur was very grateful he saved her sister.
Harry noticed, though, that Draco wasn't around.
"Where is Draco?" He turned to Hermione.
"Oh, I don't know." She answered, "he's probably somewhere around here."
He wasn't. Harry looked.
He looked around the common room, next to the fireplace, in the dorms. He was nowhere to be found.
Harry left the Slytherin dungeon in search of Draco.
"You were his valuable thing!" Harry heard a distant voice. That was Michael. He walked towards it.
"That does not mean anything!" He heard Draco say.
Harry reached the end of the hallway. They were right around the corner.
"I see the way he looks at you!" Michael said, angrily.
"He do-"
"And the way he hated me when we first started dating…" Michael added, "I kept wondering why, but it makes sense."
"No, Micha-"
"He wants you!"
"No, he does not."
"What if he does?" Harry revealed himself, stepping from around the corner.
"Harry!" Draco was caught off guard, Michael turned around to face him.
Michael's expression were surprised, and then turned to anger. He turned to Draco. "I told you."
Draco just stood there. Looking at Harry. Harry could not read his facial expressions.
"Do you feel the same?" Michael turned to Draco and asked, now calmly, more disappointed than angry.
The three of them stood in the silent hallway. Harry, Draco, and Michael standing between them.
"I…" Draco stuttered, too stunned to speak.
"That's what I thought." Michael says, and storms off.
"No, Michael! Wait!" Draco follows him, leaving Harry standing alone in the hallway.
Harry goes back to the Slytherin common room, and sits on a couch. The party rages on and then dies out around him, but he's not there. He's thinking of Draco, of his grey eyes lit by the moonlight outside in the hallway, staring at him. Unreadable. He's thinking of Draco, probably in Ravenclaw tower, with Michael, trying to fix what Harry just tore. Is he? Why did Harry do that? Harry definitely did not think this through, but he couldn't stand the thought of Draco not knowing how he felt about him anymore. He couldn't stand there listening to Draco tell Michael that Harry only liked him as a friend, because that was not true.
Draco walks into the Slytherin common room, making his way to the stairs that go up to the dorms.
"Draco, wait!" Harry called.
Draco stops, reluctantly, and then turns to Harry.
"I'm sorry." Harry said.
"Are you?!" Draco replied, angrily.
"I-"
"I liked Michael," Draco said, tearing up.
"You liked me too."
"I loved you!" Draco said loudly and angrily. "You didn't want me."
"I was an idiot."
"You still are."
"I'm sorry."
"No, you're not."
"Why are you being a jerk?"
"I'm being a jerk?!"
"Yeah, I'm trying to apologize to you."
"Because you're an asshole."
"You're an asshole!
Draco pushed Harry. Harry pushed Draco back. Draco tackled Harry to the ground. They both wrestled on the ground until Draco, who had a clear advantage thanks to all the quidditch practice, managed to pin Harry down.
"Let me go!" Harry put up a fight, but Draco's grasp was firm.
Harry was pinned on the ground facing up, Draco sitting on top of him and pinning him down, holding his hands above his head. Draco's face very close to Harry's.
Harry stopped resisting, and simply stared into Draco's eyes, filled with anger and… passion.
Draco, suddenly, leans closer and kisses Harry. He stops for a brief moment.
"Don't let me go." Harry said, Draco lightly chuckled.
Harry took advantage of Draco's momentary distraction and overpowered him, pinning him to the ground.
"Hey!" Draco protested, before giving in and kissing Harry back when he leaned in and kissed him.
They did that for a little while after that, in various positions, until they finally settled down: Draco's hand extended under Harry's head, with his own head supported by one of the green couch cushions, Harry facing Draco's chest, breathing in his familiar scent of expensive oaky cologne.
They fell asleep on the Slytherin common room's floor in each other's arms.