Chapter 30
When Harry wakes up the first thing he registers is the fact that he’s alone. The second thing however is the wonderful, and Harry does mean wonderful, sounds coming from the shower. Harry can feel his own dick hardening.
Harry doesn't hesitate. He slides his beneath his waistband and slides his hand down his shaft, circling his thumb around the head, spreading the pre-cum over his tip, and casting a quick lube spell on his palm. Harry spreads the lube from the base of his cock and slides up slowly squeezing the base briefly on his way up.
Harry bites back a groan and begins to move his hand up and down. One hand gripping the sheets and the other quickening the pace Harry can't help but let out a low moan.
He hopes he's matching Draco's pace, keeping up with the punishing speed of Draco's hand. He imagines Draco's long fingers fisting his own cock quickly.
And as he cums he imagines Draco cumming beside him.
Harry hears the shower turn off while he’s still lethargic and boneless and he whispers a quick cleaning spell in the language of magic. Unfortunately, the magic overextends itself with a ferocity and the entire room (and possibly the entire apartment) is quite obviously sparklingly clean.
Draco walks out while Harry is, hand still in his pants, glancing around the now pristine living space.
“What’s all this then,” Draco says it so calmly, but his face has a nice dusting of pink.
Harry coughs, trying his best to remove his hand without drawing attention to it,“I’m not sure I know what you're talking about.”
He fails, and Draco’s eyes immediately fall to his hand, shifting the lovely pink to a full-blown redness, “I’m sure you don’t,”
Harry summons some clothes, this time in English, and pulls them on as casually as possible.
“Now what was all that?” Harry nods towards the door of the bathroom.
“I suspect the same as was going on in here,” Harry chokes, when had Draco become this bold, “Shall we move on.”
Harry nods enthusiastically, “Yeah we oughta head to the Great Hall.”
***
Draco can not believe that just happened. The walk to the Great Hall was mostly silence and avoiding eye contact. It occurs to him, a bit belatedly, that a silencing charm would have stopped the situation before it even started. But then he never would’ve seen… That.
And a sight it was, he wouldn’t mind seeing it again. He risks a glance at Harry who still looks mortified by the entire situation. No… Draco doesn’t think he’d mind at all.
The Great Hall is just as loud as usual students gossiping but when Harry walks in the entire hall goes silent. Harry gives them a small wave and a grin and heads towards his usual seat before clearing his throat.
“Good morning, everyone, I’ve heard a lot of rumors since I’ve woken up.” Harry's gaze travels over the students, “I’d like it noted that I am in fact alive and well.”
Without another word, he sits down and digs in causing the hall to erupt in chaos once more.
Draco sighs, “Did you really need to make a scene?”
“The scene was already made, I just stepped into the spotlight,” Harry grinned widely food still in his mouth.
“You’re disgusting.” Draco throws a napkin at him, “Chew with your mouth closed.”
Draco can see Minerva watching them out of the corner of his eye but he can’t fathom why. Before he can think about it too much Harry smacks his mouth loudly making sure the food in his mouth is very visible.
“Disgusting am I?” Harry scootches closer and chews right in Draco’s ear.
Draco shoves him away and wrinkles his nose.
***
Minerva McGonagall has never been one to pass up a bet she knows she can win, and knowing the Filius had started a pool with some of the other teachers she’s ready to go all in. She barely feels the need to lower her voice with how caught up in their own affairs her prior students seem to be.
“Filius, five galleons?” McGonagal slides the bag over to the man.
“Some of the students are very interested in their-” He breaks off and nods in the two gentlemen’s direction, “What are you going towards?”
“I think they’ve realized.”
Amongst the staff, it was never a question of if they were going to get together. The tension and chemistry was so clear it was nearly suffocating. The real question was when they would realize. Some betted towards them being established (Honestly Minerva couldn’t blame them, Yeah supper platonic to live together boys, you’re fooling all of us.), the rest were scattered amongst the calendar. Some even betted towards next year.
Filius nods and takes the money, “You won’t receive your winnings until you have a pensive memory with solid proof.”
“Yes Filius, I know,” Minerva rolls her eyes.
***
Even as Draco was teaching classes he couldn’t get the image of a boneless, post-orgasm Harry Potter out of his head. Every single moment of silence the image flitted beneath his eyelids and it was making for a difficult time teaching class. He nearly let Mr. Juniper light himself on fire again.
So when lunch came around and he saw Harry, top button undone, sweating, and taking notes, he really couldn’t be blamed for the thoughts that flooded his every inch.
“Why isn’t this buttoned?” Draco reaches over and buttons it, fighting his every instinct to leave his hand there to linger.
“Aw sorry, it's a dueling day.” Harry pushed his notes away for a moment to take a swig of pumpkin juice before returning to them, “Was trying to demonstrate there are ways to defend yourself after you’ve been disarmed, I spent today rolling about the floor as people shot stinging hexes at me.”
Draco sighed. That was completely unfair. Why did he only get to see the aftermath?
“Do you mind if I speak with you in private after lunch?” He tries to give Harry a meaningful look but Harry doesn’t really seem to decipher it. Instead nodding mindlessly and adding a detail to his notes, Draco sighs, why does he have to fall for a Gryffindork, “For a special conversation.”
Harry’s head snaps up at this and stares at Draco like a dear in headlights, reminding Draco a little of Harry patronus. After a moment Harry nods more enthusiastically and shoves his notes away to scarf his lunch down.
At least he got it eventually.