A/n: Whew child. I sent this to a friend, because I just needed someone else to read this because I wanna throw the whole fic away (I have like four more chapters written already) but anyway, they said two things. 1) Post it. TF. and 2) Draco said "situationship" like "bro trip" in CIPO. (And I couldn't get that out of my head.) [I mean they said some other stuff, but like those were the two take-aways. So, here it is and yeah Draco and his love for the word "situationship".] Anyway, I don't make promises often when it comes to writing, but I *STARES AT YOU* will post another chapter before November (month off reminder - because of Drarry Week and 25 Days of H/D prep/writing). Anyway, have at it. (Also, you all want more Nev and Pans? I personally love them, but I don't want to put too much Nevvy and Pansy in a Drarry story if it isn't wanted, I ask because I have scenes but I have removed them so I could y'know leave them in.) ~ kiz

Harry headed towards the dorms, Neville having turned off for breakfast when they got back. He didn't know why he felt he was in such a rush to get back to Draco, but it was all he could think about.

He didn't bother saying more than a, "hello," to Ron and Hermione who were studying at a table in the common room, before taking the stairs quickly and then throwing open the door to the boys dorm.

The canopy around Draco's bed was still drawn, and after a calming breath Harry pushed it open and found Draco lying there, still asleep. He smiled, relaxing, and slipped his trainers off before slipping into the bed and wrapping his arms around Draco, who startled.

"Potter," he breathed out, before turning away slightly. "How was your morning hike?"

"Went well," Harry answered, pulling Draco back against his body. "Nev wanted to talk."

"I figured," Draco chuckled, eyes closed again already. "About, Pansy Parkinson, no doubt?"

"Yes."

"And, you about me?"

Harry chuckled, "yes, that too."

"Only good things, I hope."

"Mostly good things." Draco smiled, falling quiet as Harry held him. "Feel more rested, Malfoy?"

"Mmhm," Draco stretched, arching his back slightly, "I don't want to get up today."

"I've noticed," Harry answered quietly, and admittedly he didn't want to get up right then either. "So, stay with me. Right here."

"I mean, I do have to get up at some point, Potter."

"Eh, it's a weekend." Harry shrugged, and nuzzled against Draco's hair. They laid there, wrapped around each other and then Harry nudged Draco's cheek with his nose and the blonde turned to face him, and then their lips met. Slow, and soft.

Harry felt his own hands grasping at Draco, pulling him close and Draco moved as he wanted. He crawled over Harry, straddling his midsection, and his arms encasing Harry's head, hands pressed to the mattress for support as Harry's own hands slid over his sides and across his back.

Eventually, Draco pulled back, just slightly, his teeth grazing Harry's bottom lip. Harry closed his eyes, and pressed another kiss to those lips, feeling Draco sigh.

Suddenly, Harry wanted it all. He couldn't think of anything else besides Draco, who was moving his hands through his messy hair, and sitting back on his midsection. "Can I touch you?" Harry breathed out, his body warm, his fingers pressed into Draco's body, his eyes taking in his face.

Draco nodded, swallowing hard, and he felt Harry move under his night-shirt, and walking his fingers against his pale skin. Harry let out a shaky breath, nervous, again. He didn't know what to say, he felt so confused and lost, until Draco's eyes met his. It's felt like that for a long time, though , he reasoned, I just didn't have the words for it.

Draco watched him, and pressed his palms to his chest, leaning towards him slowly. Waiting for Harry to jerk away, but he didn't. He laid there, nervous and frozen. "Potter," Draco said softly, "if we do this, we don't go back." He said quietly, honestly.

"What do you mean?"

"This. Us." Draco said the words softly, like a breath, and Harry took in a nervous breath. "I just don't want this, all of this, to turn into a problem."

"I don't think it's a problem."

"It might be, if we don't work out."

Harry thought that over, before nodding, "we…? I think that's a good point."

"I'm full of those," Draco teased, feeling Harry relax. It's safer this way.

"I want you…." Harry whispered, honestly, "but, that scares me too."

Draco chuckled, and sat up straight, "what scares you, Potter?"

"All of it," Harry frowned, "hurting you, getting hurt, having you, and lo-losing you." Harry felt a tear on his cheek, the reality settling around him, "I had a dream about that."

"About losing me?" Draco questioned, and thumbed at the tears that fell, "what do you mean by that?"

"I don't know," Harry shook his head, he wanted to leave. He wanted to get away from Draco, from all of them, and never look back. To just go. "It was just us, but it was dark, and then Draco you weren't there."

"Last night?"

Harry nodded, and raised his hands to cover his face, "fuck." He took a deep breath, "I've lost so much, Malfoy. I don't want to lose this feeling."

Draco took a slow breath, staring at Harry as the man cried. He felt his stomach twisting in knots, and he didn't know what to say. How the fuck did we get here? He thought, his hands shaking slightly and he curled them in fists at his side. How the fuck did we go from sleeping together, to Harry Potter telling me he doesn't want to lose this?

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that." Harry cleared his throat as the silence drug on, and he lowered his hands, spotting Draco's in tight fists, "I'd prefer you didn't hit me, Draco."

"I—." Draco looked down at his hands, and unfolded them, "I wasn't going to hit you, Potter." He tried to laugh, but it felt too forced. He thought back to what Blaise said last night, sighing that it had been such a long day and night. Blaise told him the whole point was finding someone to have faith in, in the uncertain. "Potter," he relaxed, and moved next to him, sitting cross legged, "I've told you once, but I'll say it again, you can say whatever you want, I'll survive."

Harry nodded, and watched Draco closely. He's so much better at all this, then I am. Feelings, emotions, this.

"It is scary, innit?" He nodded, lifting a shoulder, "but it is what it is, and we agreed we would leave that alone. Right?" Harry nodded and Draco repeated his question, "right?"

"Right," Harry finally answered, out loud.

"So, we, uh, we'll figure it out." Draco grinned, "And, for fucks sake, you've gotta relax a little around me Potter."

"Sorry."

"No," Draco snapped, narrowing his eyes, "relax, fun, laughing, and whatever else 18 year old boys in a really awkward situationship do."

"Have any on demand we could ask for advice?"

Draco smiled, happy, "I might, somewhere, I'll be sure to check in on them soon."

"Perfect," Harry smiled, "so, not to ruin the mood further…."

Draco frowned, "you're going to tell me something I really don't want to hear, aren't you?"

Harry reached across the small distance between them, taking Draco's hand, "I need you to have an open mind, Draco."

The blonde narrowed his eyes, when did this fucker think he could just go around saying my name like this?

"Tonight, everyone is headed to the room of requirements."

" We're part of everyone?"

"It's been requested."

"Is this so we don't have to be alone again, Potter?"

Harry laughed, shaking his head, "fuck, no. I'd take alone any day of the damn week." He then tilted his head, "wait, do you want to be alone?" He whispered, like everyone in the world could hear him. "With me?" Is this a real feeling? And, he's not just indulging me?

Draco lifted an eyebrow, "I… Well, fuck, you idiot. I think you're attractive, I know you think I'm attractive. We're 18 and in a situationship, so yes. I would like to be alone with you, Potter!"

Harry's eyes grew wide, "oh."

Draco gave him a look, "are you fucking daft, Potter?"

"It really is a turn on when you talk to me like that, Malfoy."

"I'm aware," Draco growled, "it's hot, or whatever it was you said yesterday." Then he sighed, "We can table this. What is this about then, Potter?" Does he think I would let just anyone sleep in my fucking bed? Stupid fucking Potter!

"Oh, uh, my fault really." Harry cleared his throat, "me disappearing and stuff all week, my mates feel I've been distant."

Well, you have been distant Potter. Draco thought, and then laughed when Harry gave him a look, "I wasn't cursing you, though, I am sure I will be before this day is over."

Harry smiled, "ah, routine. I like that about you."

Draco rolled his eyes, and stretched with an arch of his back, "what is in the Room of Requirements?"

"I'd imagine fun? You said you wanted us to have fun?"

"We can have fun in the common room."

Harry shrugged, "I honestly have no idea Draco, that's where Neville said to be. Tonight around 9 or so."

"And so late?" Draco frowned, "I like being rested, y'know? I'm neither a late night, or early morning person."

"I have learned that, yes." Harry nodded, "we, uh, we make an appearance, leave by 10."

"Doesn't that defeat the purpose of you being requested by your clingy friends?" Draco lifted an eyebrow, letting out a quiet yelp when Harry grabbed him and pulled him towards him, "Potter!"

"Draco, I'll tell them to fuck right off. I have no problem doing that." Harry said seriously as their eyes met.

Draco shook his head, "it's fine. I'll survive, but if they start drinking and getting annoying I will leave."

"Okay."

"If you drink and get annoying, I will leave."

"Hm," Harry chuckled, "I don't drink, Malfoy, but I will most surely be annoying in some way or another."

"That I can count on. Routine." Harry smiled down at Draco, closing his eyes when the man ran her fingers through his messy hair. "Seems I need to do school work now, then."

"Why?" Harry frowned, tilting towards Draco caressing hand, "we have tomorrow for school work."

Draco smiled watching him, before the two were flooded with early afternoon light and a startled, "oi!" Came flying from Harry's lips and he was being pulled away from Draco. Draco blinked, taking in the scene, as Blaise laughed, dodging the annoyed slap from Harry and Theo was jerking Harry out of the bed.

"C'mon Potter!" Blaise was saying, Theo practically carried him, "we have plans!"

"Plans?" Draco asked, still startled, and moving slowly as Harry found his footing.

"Yes, plans, we're kidnapping Harry and you can't stop us!" Ron said to Draco, grabbing Harry's trainers and carting the disgruntled and annoyed man away from the safety of Draco's bed.

Draco raised an eyebrow, and then Neville was ducking into view with a grin, "we'll get him back in one piece, Malfoy."

"Okay?"

"It's just a bit of fun," Neville promised and gave a wave to the others before jogging after them. Draco alone and in the quiet sighed and laid back on the bed, throwing his arm over his eyes.

Draco wasn't sure how much fun Harry Potter had with the boys , all day, when the whole group had finally reconnected at dinner. Or, how much fun was going to be had that night, as Blaise was making promises of it.

Draco didn't say a thing, though. He watched Harry recoil from the loud laughter and the incessant conversations. At some point a few people Draco wasn't directly familiar with had joined them; Hannah Abbot, Ginny Weasley, the Parvati twins, a few Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws, as well.

Draco was watching the group of students becoming more than the close knit one Harry had been under the impression they would be having. He sighed, to himself, arms crossed against his chest as Pansy chatted about something next to him.

"Draco?" She asked, her face letting him know she was annoyed he hadn't been paying attention to her.

"Yes?" He looked down at his watch, "when is it socially acceptable to leave?"

Pansy frowned, "are you okay?" Her annoyance fell by the wayside quickly, as concern took over.

"Loud," he waved, "we've been here for over two hours, do you think?"

"Sure," she studied him, "are you sure you're okay?"

"I almost died in this fucking room, Pansy." He growled out, realizing he had raised his voice and he shook his head quickly, "sorry that wasn't what I—. Yes, I am fine. I would just like to leave," he said honestly, searching for Harry. When he found him he watched as Lavender Brown practically threw herself at him, and watched Harry catch her hands and take a step backwards. He frowned, thinking back to last night, as he felt the ugly twinge of jealousy bubble up in his stomach. Harry had been cool about last night, right? Though, Draco reasoned he, himself, would not have been cool about last night if the roles had been reversed at all as he fought the urge at this moment to send Lavender Brown flying across the room with a quick spell.

Draco cleared his throat, and looked at Pansy, "I think I am going to get Potter and leave."

"Alright, Draco," she offered a smile, turning to someone else when he walked away.

Harry looked at Draco once he approached, and gave him the fakest smile he could manage, "do I get to be selfish now, Potter?" Harry fought back a groan at the question, and offered a weak nod, as Draco reached towards him. He took that cool hand, and felt Draco give him a tug towards him. "It's almost midnight," he said softly, "I am ready to leave."

Harry lifted Draco's arm and looked at the watch, "oh, sorry, Draco."

Draco felt his heart skip, and offered a smile to him. "It's fine, let's go." He pulled Harry towards the exit, shooting a glare at Blaise when he opened his mouth to call out to them, and watched as Zabini turned away without a word. I'll have to apologize tomorrow, he thought and dropped Harry's hand the moment they were out of the room and in the dark corridor.

He took a nervous breath, wetting his lips.

"Draco," Harry asked softly and the man turned to face him, "sorry I didn't pay attention to the time."

"It's fine?" Draco asked, confused by his words.

"I told you we'd leave by ten."

"Ah," Draco chuckled and shrugged, "I'm sure I'll survive. I can sleep in tomorrow."

" You can?"

"Yes, since you were carted off by the others today, I was able to finish any lingering assignments," Draco answered with a chuckle, " you'll have to play catch up tomorrow."

Harry scowled, "don't remind me."

Draco felt his assumptions had been correct, Harry did not enjoy the day with them all. "Let's go, Potter. Alone together time."

Harry smiled and took a step with him, walking quietly down the hallway and towards what had been deemed the 8th Year Commons and Dorms. "How'd you get so comfortable with yourself?" Harry asked suddenly, and Draco looked at him in shock. "I mean… well, comfortable with your feelings and things like that?"

"What are you talking about?"

"I don't know, never mind."

Draco frowned, "I'm just not following what you're trying to say Potter. I need an ounce of context, at least."

Harry chuckled, "being able to just say, 'let's go. Alone together time.' And, today when we were talking y'know when you finally woke up, and we were talking. You were just so… I don't know. Calm, understanding, relaxed."

"Oh," Draco glanced at him, "I think I've always been a pretty honest person, especially with myself." He fell quiet a moment, "and, I do get nervous about things but it doesn't do me any good to dwell on it. I also can be a very jealous person, if your mates had manhandled you last night for cuddles I would not have just gotten up and taken a seat elsewhere. So, I wouldn't say I'm always so calm and relaxed."

"First, I'd just like to say, I'm not going to punch your mates in the face, Draco. But the thought had definitely crossed my mind." He flushed when Draco chuckled, "and, second, I suppose…." He frowned, "I do get nervous and I don't try to dwell on it. I just feel like I don't want to make things hard on you."

"Remember when we talked about relaxing and having fun?" Draco asked, he didn't want to know that Harry felt he'd make things hard on him. He didn't want that, at all.

"Oh, yeah, I am real relaxed and all funned out after the last, I don't fucking know, 12 hours."

Draco pushed the door to the dorms open, before shutting it behind them once Harry walked inside. "Do you ever think of telling them that you want to be left alone, rather than running away from them?"

"Sometimes but it would just hurt them."

"Ah, see there's another thing," Draco said softly, "you care an awful lot about people, and I don't care about many."

Harry looked at him, and nodded, "I can be a little solicitous of others."

"You're not supposed to be that way with me."

"Right, I can be myself and all that jazz…"

"Exactly!" Draco said, giving Harry a look then a grin, "smile Potter. Fun, happy, and whatever else it is—."

"18 year old boys do in a situationship ." Harry finished for him, "I remember, I remember." He waved a hand as he walked across the room to his trunk. "I'm gonna take a shower," he said as he rifled through his trunk and pulled out clothing, "be right back."

"Okay," Draco answered, hearing the door close. He stood there a moment, before pulling his own clothing off. This was not how he had hoped their night would go, at all. Or day. When Harry told him he wanted all the time, Draco would be a liar if he wasn't happy about that. And, well, Draco just told Harry he was honest with himself. So, he wasn't going to lie about it, now.

He stood there, folding his clothes, about to grab a fresh pair of pajamas when Harry came out of the bathroom. He glanced over, "that was quick." He said softly, watching Harry dry his hair with his wand. He felt Harry staring at him, his eyes taking over his body, and he took a breath, getting his pajamas out of the trunk.

"Sure," Harry lifted an eyebrow and walked towards Draco slowly. The blonde watched him as he unfolded his black silk nightshirt, and then glanced away while pulling it over his head.

Harry was pulling the covers back, when Draco ran a hand through his white blonde hair, giving it a small pull before he sat on the edge of his bed, grabbing his wand from the pocket of his discarded jeans and laying it on the bedside table.

"I'll be more relaxed," Harry said to his back and Draco sat up straight at the words, before he glanced behind him. "Y'know for us, this… you ."

"Hey, if moody and pent up is your thing, Potter." He teased, and then felt the other wrapping his hand around his bare hip. He was only wearing his underwear, beneath the night shirt, having yet to pull the pants he was now holding on.

"Draco Malfoy," Harry whispered, his forehead pressed to the center of his back.

Draco smiled, and laid his hand over the others, "Potter," he answered, and moved back towards him, feeling Harry leaning against his back.

"Here we are alone together. Finally, and, I'm yet again stressed and irritated ..." He frowned, his chin on Draco's shoulder, "or moody and pent up, as you put it."

Draco turned to him, pressing his lips to his cheek, softly. "That's alright, be moody and pent up," he whispered, his lips pressed his ear softly, before he nipped his earlobe, "see if I care."

"So you don't have as big an ego as I do, hm, Draco?"

Draco felt himself flush, Harry's hand grasping his hip and then he moved. Turning slightly so Harry didn't fall, he gave his fingers a small pat as they grabbed at his skin, "I don't. No one does really," he teased, softly, "Savior Harry Potter and all."

Harry chuckled, quietly, shuffling forward, "yes, that is me. What else did you call me in those days?"

Those days, less than a year ago really…. Draco rolled his eyes, "Saint Potter," he felt Harry moving slowly, and then he was in his lap. Draco dropped his pajama pants to the bed and wrapped his arm around Harry's waist, letting him get comfortable with his legs around him. "Perfect Potter," he continued, watching Harry blush, more feeling the heat than seeing it, "Golden Boy…." He lifted an eyebrow, "scarhead. I mean, the list goes on."

"Never thought about me or anything, huh, Malfoy?"

"Oh, Merlin, no ." Draco smiled, "funny how life works out, I suppose."

"What part exactly?" Harry studied his face, feeling himself relax. His bottom on Malfoy's thighs, his hands pressed to his chest, his legs encompassing his waist.

"How do we go from where we were to.. this moment?" Draco lifted a shoulder, pressing his hand against Harry's bare back. "Life is funny sometimes."

"That is true," Harry seemed thoughtful, "fuck we were such shits, Draco."

"Oh, yes we were," Draco agreed, trailing his fingers up Harry's back softly and then he let out a soft laugh, at the thought. "You think we're better than that now?"

"I hope we are," Harry wanted to drink in his laugh, he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his lips softly. "What if we apologize and move on?"

"Do we have to?" Draco asked, feeling Harry press their foreheads together. He peeked an eye open, seeing Harry's were closed. "We could just," he smiled when Harry did, " not ."

Harry hummed, thinking that over for a moment, "probably best for your whole idea to leave this as it is."

"Yes, that," Draco gave him another quick kiss and then his side a pat, "alright, Potter, I've decided what I want."

"What?" Harry pulled back to give him a proper look, confusion on his face.

"For yesterday," he sighed, "fuck this has been a long weekend." He said quietly, more to himself.

"What would you like?" Harry whispered, he dropped his hands from Draco's chest, they rested between them and he felt more than a little nervous at the look that flashed across Draco's face, a grin spreading across his lips as Harry asked.

"You give me 24 unadulterated hours that are for us, no one else," he hissed those three words like a warning, "and none of anything negative. Starting now, you can't say no. At all."

Harry let out a breath, smiling, "24 hours?"

"Don't wanna push my luck," Draco returned the smile, "so, yes or no?"

"You just told me I can't say no."

"I did, so choose wisely."

Harry laughed, shaking his head, "well, I think I'll go with a yes, Draco."

"Perfect," he grinned, and gave Harry a kiss on the lips. He felt Harry shifting against his lap and pressed his hand to his back, his fingers probing against the muscles. "Relax," he whispered, his lips pressed to Harry's. "It's just me, Potter."

"I bloody well know it," Harry hissed quietly, feeling ever the fumbling idiot he did not want to be with Draco. He grasped his hands together, to keep from assaulting the man that was kissing him. His eyes shut tightly, his breathing erratic. He felt like, well, alone together was great but suddenly he felt a pressure he never had before.

What if I say something stupid? Do something wrong? What if… it's not great? He's clearly done this before, what if I'm not as good as anyone else? What if I'm just terrible? Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Draco pressed a kiss to his lips, again, soft and slow, he ran his other hand through Harry's unruly hair and gave it a soft tug for Harry's attention, "okay, Potter, bed time," he gave him a grin, his face otherwise passive. "We're up early, and you don't get to bitch about it."

"Wh-what?"

"No bitching, nope." Draco shook his head, "you agreed, possibly through coercion or maybe fear?" He asked, shrugging, "regardless. Early morning."

"Draco," Harry frowned, "I…."

"You're shaking, Potter," Draco said softly, "I wasn't going to say anything, because I was being nice but you've now not allowed me to be nice." Fucking Potter , he narrowed his eyes at the man sitting on his lap. "So, let me be nice and tell you it's bedtime."

"I'm not shaking," Harry gasped, his hands clasped together, "I'm just… Draco, have you done this before?"

Draco blinked, "yes."

"I have not."

"Well, I had assumed you hadn't. Seeing as you have spent most of your life being used as a tool by people, and then y'know, last year you were running around doing whatever it was with Granger and Weasley." Harry stared at him, taking a breath, "Potter, look, let me be nice, please?"

"What happens if you're not nice?"

"I wouldn't know," Draco said dryly, giving Harry a very unamused look, "we can table this."

"We can't table everything, Draco."

The blonde laughed, shaking his head and he threw himself back, "and you say I'm the difficult one?"

Harry watched him, trying to gauge his mood. He bit at his lip nervously, and finally unclasped his hands from each other. "Draco, it's just normal nerves." He said softly, "not the other kind."

Draco smiled, "I didn't think of the other kind, that's letting me know I should think of them, though, more often."

"No, no." Harry shook his head, "that's not what I meant. I just thought I'd make it very clear."

"Clear? What exactly?"

"That it's just nerves of an 18 year old boy in a very awkward situationship."

Draco laughed, a real laugh, and Harry finally relaxed letting out a long sigh as his shoulders sagged. "Harry Potter," he shook his head, then gave his hips a slight buck that caused the relaxed Harry to tumble forward against him. "Get some of the Gryffindor courage you lions are supposed to have and…." Draco took him by the chin, and gave him a kiss, letting the words hang around them.

Harry returned the kiss, trying to push the nerves away, feeling Draco slipping his tongue along his bottom lip and then into his mouth. Harry finally touched him, his hands sliding along the silk nightshirt, he felt Draco arching his back and pressing his body against Harry's hands, his own sliding down Harry's side.

Draco held him, his nails digging into the flesh, his teeth grazing his bottom lip and a tug. Harry gasped out a groan, pressing his hips to Draco, searching for some friction. The blonde hissed at the feeling and Harry jerked back, looking down, "good," Draco said quickly at the wide eyed look Harry was giving him, before he ducked his head and pressed his mouth to his neck, and then across his shoulders.

Harry's hands slipped down the silk shirt, and he moved them easily, rolling over to his back and pulling Draco on top of him. Draco noticed then, this was how they slept, and he wondered - briefly - if this was comfort for Harry.

"Potter," Draco breathed out, looking down at him, as they settled. Harry met his gaze, before offering a small smile, "there he is," Draco whispered, giving him another kiss and dragging his nails down his side softly, before slipping his fingers along the waistband of his sweatpants. His fingers slipped under the material, and down his hip, across his pelvis, through the well-kept - Draco noticed - pubic hair. "You're not wearing underwear?" He asked, as his fingers moved lower, Harry flushed with wide eyes. " Fuck ," Draco muttered, and then wrapped his hand around Harry's length with a small pull.

Harry let out a noise, it was quiet and hidden behind tight lips as Draco stroked his length. Almost like a moan, and mixture of a word trying to make it's way out. Draco decided, then and there, he wanted to hear it.

He moved, quickly, and grabbed his wand from the bedside table. Harry watched him, confused, before darkness surrounded them as the canopy fell around the bed, and a moment later Draco tossed his wand on the bed, before stroking Harry again, "aaa-ahh," Harry breathed, his lips parted slightly. "Draco," he whimpered, shutting his eyes as the blonde moved his hand slowly up and down his length.

"Mmhm?" Draco coaxed, kissing at his shoulder, he bit the muscle of his neck playfully, earning another breathy moan from Harry, who was squirming beneath him.

"No, no," he grabbed for the man's wrist, his breathing heavy. "Don't I'll—."

"You're supposed to," Draco said carefully, and kissed his lips so he didn't say anything else. He caressed Harry in his right hand, and coaxed him closer to the edge as he swallowed every gasp and moan falling from his lips, Harry's hands were in his short hair, cradling his head as they kissed.

Until his head fell back against the bed, and his hips lifted up, jutting forward as he came hard in his sweatpants. He squirmed, breathing heavily, as Draco stroked him through his orgasm.

He felt Draco kiss his throat, and neck, and his hand still stroking him so slowly, Harry squirmed, again, as Draco moved down his body with those lips leaving hot kisses on his body, his tongue tracing his body.

" Draco !" Came a yell, the dorm door being thrown open and Draco paused, looking up. "Oi! Draco!" He sighed, quietly, and moved, pulling his hand from Harry's sweatpants, giving an annoyed look towards the canopy before it was thrown open as he sat up on his knees. "Draco!" Theo stared at him, then looked at Harry.

"Nott, I am not playing your games right now!"

"I—." He looked at them again, a smirk sliding into place, "Potter's a bottom, ey?"

"What the ever loving fuck do you want, Theodore?"

"Oh!" Theo shook his head, seeming to remember himself as he looked from the flushed Harry Potter to the annoyed Draco Malfoy. "Both of you, it's Blaise and Ron."

Harry sat up, suddenly, "what do you mean?"

Theo held the canopy open and gave a wave of his hand as if to say, come on you two! "Blaise made a move at Ron," he explained, as Harry got up. He looked away as the man turned and adjusted his pants, Draco giving an annoyed huff and grabbing his own pajama pants from where they had been tossed, sliding them up his legs.

"Why is this our problem?"

"They're having a pretty good go and we can't get them to stop."

"All because Blaise hit on Ron?"

"No, because," Theo sighed and grabbed Harry's wand, pressing it to his hand, before he made to grab Draco's, realizing the blonde already had it and was wiping his hand on a shirt from he other day. He smirked, ignoring Draco's glare. "Well, Ron didn't really turn him down," Theo explained as he led them through the door, "they were getting a little handsy. Honest to Merlin," he swore, hurrying them through the school, "and then Hermione wasn't really opposed to it. They were all having a good time, but then, Blaise made a move on Hermione and boy," Theo snorted, "the girl sure kissed him right back!"

Harry groaned, "I am sure Ron did not take that well."

"Obviously," Draco said, curtly, as the door appeared and then they were headed through. Draco, frowned, watching the scene in front of them. Punches thrown, Pansy and Hermione yelling at them to stop, a group of people all around them, the boys snickering and making comments.

Draco lifted his wand and within a moment, both were frozen in place. Harry looked at Draco, before back at Blaise and Ron frozen. Harry remembered that spell, which came before Draco punched him in his nose a few years back.

"Ron, mate, calm down," Harry said, stepping between them, he gave Ron a look before releasing them both from the freezing spell.

"He kissed her !" Ron roared, lunging towards Blaise but Harry caught him.

Blaise was jumping back, and he felt Draco lay a hand on his shoulder. "Alright, Zabini, that's enough."

Ron huffed, glaring, "I'll fucking kill you!"

Hermione, tears on her face, was apologizing nonstop and Harry took a breath, "okay, okay." He held up a hand, everyone in the room watching him. "okay, Nott said you all were having a… uh, good time?"

Ron blinked at Harry, "well…!"

"So, how about you… uh," Harry sighed, "I don't know, man, I mean do whatever you're gonna do but," he sighed as Ron made another move towards Blaise, "Ron!" His voice rose, hard and serious and loud in the room.

Ron looked at him, startled.

"Stop trying to hit him, fuck!" Harry snapped, anger filling him. "You're all a bunch of fucking children," he glared, and gave Ron a shove. "You want to… I don't know I wasn't in here, but from what I heard, you want to hook up with him?"

Ron stared, silent.

"And you wanna hook up with him?" He turned to Hermione, who was flushed and wiping at her face. Again, silence. Then he turned to Blaise, "okay, so figure it out," his voice still loud, echoed around the quiet room, "but stop fucking fighting!"

Blaise sighed, stepping back, "sorry Potter."

"It's fine, it's fine— ." Harry frowned, "just, maybe you all should talk about it before you go putting your mouths all over each other."

"Yeah," Ron glanced away, then Hermione was at his side and she was fussing over him.

Harry frowned, trying to relax but his anger felt like a bubble about to pop, "you alright, mate?" He asked Blaise, who gave a nod. His eyes flitted to Draco, who was watching him quietly. "Okay, so," Harry waved his hand, shaking his head, "have fun, be stupid, and young, and whatever else it is we do on a Saturday night." The group seemed to move, after that. The conversation growing slowly.

Ron stood there a moment, before nodding at Hermione who immediately went to Blaise, checking him over.

Harry closed his eyes, taking a breath, and then he felt Draco grabbing his wrist. "C'mon Potter, they've all cut into my 24 hours," Draco said quietly, softly, watching those wild green eyes open and look at him. "All mine."

Harry nodded, frowning as Draco gave his arm a tug.

"Oi! Lock the door you two!" Theo called to their backs, as Draco walked them towards the door, before the blonde turned around and shot a stinging jinx at the man, who groaned in pain and rubbed his side, "fuck off, Malfoy! It was just a joke!"