Nighttime Nattering
There was a little light coming from Neville's bed, and some light and hushed voices coming from Dean and Seamus's bed. Ron appeared to be asleep.
Harry lit his wand with a quick lumos, and pointed Draco to the unoccupied bed.
Neville peered out into the darkness from behind his curtains, holding a book in his hands.
"Harry?" he whispered.
"Yeah?"
"Just checking if it was you."
He peered towards the small area of light around Harry's wand.
"Oh, and hi Draco."
"Hello," Draco said softly.
Dean and Seamus poked their heads out as well.
"Draco? As in Draco Malfoy?" Dean said in a whisper across the room.
"Yes," Harry answered in an undertone.
"Good evening Draco!" Seamus said loudly.
Ron threw a pillow half-heartedly towards him.
"Shuut uup," he mumbled.
Seamus clasped his hands to his mouth with a small "oops". Dean hastily caught his boyfriend as he overbalanced and almost fell off of the bed.
"Shit, thanks Dean," Seamus said, more quietly now.
"At least you didn't blow anything up?" Dean offered as consolation.
"I can go entire weeks without blowing anything up, thank you very much."
"I know, I know," Dean said, kissing his boyfriend's head.
"Do you have your pajamas with you Draco?" Neville asked.
"Oh, um, no, I don't… I'll go get them," he said, standing up.
"Don't bother," Harry said, lazily moving his wand free hand and catching Draco's pajamas as they appeared in the room.
Draco fell back onto the bed in surprise.
"Did-did- did you just do wandless magic??"
Harry looked at his hands, and back up at Draco.
"Hmm? Oh, yeah, I guess I did."
"And you guys are all just blasé about it?"
Ron groaned.
"Shuuut uuuup," he slurred.
"Sorry," he murmured.
Seamus and Dean had retreated back behind the curtains, so Draco turned to Neville.
"Guys, use Silencio please," Neville said quietly across the room.
"We haven't done anything yet!" Seamus protested.
"Yet is the key word here," Neville retorted.
Seamus blinked at Neville, and pulled his head back behind the curtain.
Dean's soft laugh was abruptly cut off as he cast Silencio.
"Right, so to answer your question," Neville said, turning over to Draco. "We're rather blasé about Harry doing magic because we've gotten used to it. The first few times we freaked out a ton too."
"B-But isn't that really powerful magic?"
Harry shrugged.
"Yeah, I guess."
"So you're ultra powerful."
"Yeah?"
"Yet you were really nervous around me?"
"Yeah?"
"You can do wandless magic, yet you're intimidated by me?"
"...Yeah?"
Neville laughed quietly.
"I'll leave you two to continue this… riveting conversation alone, um, the same rules apply to you as to the other two gays: Silencio. Now goodnight!" he said, closing his curtains.
"We aren't going to do anything that requires Silencio!" Harry protested.
Neville didn't reply.
"...Sure," he finally said. "Goodnight!"
Once Neville had pulled his head back behind the curtains, Draco turned curiously to Harry.
"You're gay?"
"Bi actually, why?"
Draco looked back towards Neville's bed.
"He said the 'other two gays', meaning we were the first two. I was curious."
Harry blinked at the gorgeous blond in front of him.
"Draco, we've already made out a lot today. Did you really think I was straight??"
Draco shrugged.
"I didn't want to assume anything," he said, trying to appear nonchalant.
"You still thought I was straight," Harry concluded.
"...yeah, ok, I did."
"Will you please shut up!" Ron called over.
Draco and Harry looked at each other guiltily, and laughed slightly.
"We should probably get some sleep," Harry remembered, pulling off his shirt as he whispered.
"Why-why are you getting naked?" Draco panicked.
"I'm putting on my pajamas?"
"In front of me?"
"Why not?"
Draco glanced around the room.
"Because if you do that, we'll end up needing Silencio and I don't like proving people right."
Harry laughed, then clapped a hand to his mouth as he shot a glance over to Ron's bed.
"Fine, not tonight."
He turned to his own bed and pulled the curtains shut, leaving Draco in the dark.
He thinks I'm hot, this is even more of a miracle than the boy-who-lived surviving Voldy's attacks!
Fuck, I should probably move my pajamas away or they'll get... filthy… Also Silencio would be a good idea I think.
About five minutes after Harry started… thinking fondly… of Draco, the latter knocked as best as he could on Harry's bed curtains.
Harry was completely wasted, and didn't notice Draco's attempts at knocking on the cloth, so Draco decided to tentatively peek through the folds.
And immediately jumped back at the sight of Harry lying naked in bed.
After standing next to the raven haired boy's bed for a couple of minutes, recuperating, he decided to ask Neville where the bathroom was instead of Harry.
Harry had just barely registered seeing Draco through his curtains, so he didn't react instantly. When his brain caught up with reality, he groaned into his pillow.
Bloody hell, he saw me, didn't he. Godric, I am an idiot.
Harry could hear Draco's footsteps as he walked back to Dean's bed.
He decided to sneak a look at Draco, only to see him with a rather large... bulge... in his pants.
This sent Harry back to what he had been doing previously, and this time he fell asleep right after.
~~~~~he's finally asleep~thank god ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~