Never Have I Ever
Eventually Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, and George decide that they’ll be making dinner and hurry off towards the kitchen, while the rest of the group argues over what they should do next. Hermione insists on watching a muggle film, Seamus wants everyone to play seven minutes in heaven, and Ginny’s asking for the 23rd time to play a round of quidditch in the snow. Ron finishes his bottle of butter beer in one swig before standing up to say, “never have I ever.”
Draco turns to look at Harry who whispers the rules were just ‘drink if you have’.
“Come on then, make a circle,” Ron insists, when no one moves, Luna pulls out her wand and conjures up a tray filled with firewhisky shots. This catches everyone’s attention and actually makes people get up and try to form a circle around the room. Harry stands and tugs Draco with him away from where they were lounging on the windowsill. Before Draco can question it Harry is sitting on the armchair and pulling Draco down onto his lap.
“What are you doing?” Draco hisses.
“Being the endearing boyfriend,” Harry responds nonchalantly, smiling as he wraps his arms around Draco’s waist.
Draco’s about to say they could’ve just sat on the couch next to each other when Dean and Seamus take the spot. Ginny walks over and sits on the floor next to their chair and looks up at Draco in Harry’s lap, “I take it back, you two are gross,” she says making a face.
Harry simply sticks tongue out at her, and sinks into the plush cushion. Draco can’t bring himself to do the same, he’s still sat rigid, his back as straight as a board.
“Alright I’ll go first,” Ron announces, before squeezing onto the couch next to Hermione, “Never have I ever gone skinny dipping.” Dean and Seamus both throw back a shot while Padma levitates one to herself.
“Never have I ever not studied for an exam,” Hermione states next, looking smug when everyone except her and Draco takes a shot.
“Never have I ever flashed someone,” Parvati says, Ginny and Dean take their shots, Draco could have lied nobody would have known the difference, but he levitates a shot to himself and throws it back earning himself a few raised eyebrows.
He can feel Harry’s gaze on him and turns after he vanishes his glass, “What?” he asks innocently.
Harry’s lip quirks up, “Just surprised, Malfoy,” he states quietly.
“Never have I ever been on the back of a dragon,” Luna says smiling, causing Harry, Ron, and Hermione to each take a shot.
“Never have I ever had sex in a place where I could’ve easily been caught,” Ginny says. When she and Cho are the only ones that don’t take a shot, she smirks, “and you lot call me wild.”
Draco realized he was already starting to feel the alcohol when he repositioned himself so he was slouching, his head resting against Harry’s chest, and he couldn’t be bothered to care what it meant. It didn’t seem like Harry minded as he wrapped an arm around Draco’s waist to tug him closer and left it around him as the game continued.
A few rounds, and two more shots later Draco moved again to swing his legs over the armrest, “Quit wiggling,” Harry murmured quietly.
“I’ll wiggle as much as I’d like, thank you very much,” Draco responded, scooching around a few more times for good measure before turning back to see Neville stand up to down his shot before tripping over onto Ron.
“Alright, I think that settles it, game over,” Hermione says in a final tone, vanishing the rest of the shots, “how about we sober up and meet back in the dining room for dinner in 2 hours?”
There’s a chorus of agreements as everyone slowly stands up, Dean and Seamus head for the kitchen, while Ginny ropes Padma, Parvati, Luna, and Cho into having a drunk snowball fight. Ron and Hermione help Neville up and start for the stairs to get him up to his room. Draco pulls his legs off the armrest and makes to stand when Harry’s arm tightens around his waist. “Give me a minute,” Harry says quietly, leaning forward to rest his forehead against Draco’s shoulder.
Draco settles back onto Harry’s lap, “A minute for wh– oh,” he says dumbly. The reason why Harry didn’t want Draco to stand was suddenly very clear, and it was currently pressing into his thigh.
“Just one second,” Harry said under his breath, and Draco swears he hears him singing ‘god save the queen’ in a funny tune. He pulls out his wand, glancing around the room before pointing it at Harry’s crotch and casting a concealment charm. Draco stood up wordlessly, Harry followed suit and grabbed his hand before all but running up to their room.
When they get in and shut the door, Draco tries his best to hold it in but a few chuckles slip out. Harry points a finger at him, trying his hardest to look serious but probably failing miserably with the flush he can feel on his face, “This is your fault.”
“My fault??” Draco asks incredulously.
“Yes.” Harry says heading towards the bathroom, “You’re the one that would not sit still, you were practically grinding against me.”
“I did not grind ,” Draco says, laughter still in his voice.
“I bet you did this on purpose,” Harry says, pulling the dresser open and grabbing a towel.
When Harry turns around, Draco is suddenly right in front of him, he leans forward forcing Harry back against the dresser. “If I was trying to get you hard Potter, you wouldn’t have to bet. You would know.” Draco says inches from his face.
Harry huffs entirely too embarrassed and hating how much fun Draco was having, he nudges Draco back with his forearm and pivots towards the bathroom.
“If you’re about to have a wank, I’m going back downstairs,” Draco says.
“I’m taking a cold shower, you git,” Harry responds, flipping him the bird when that earns him more laughter before shutting the door rather forcefully.
Draco hears the water turn on before he falls onto the bed laughing quietly. He was feeling rather chuffed that he managed to get Harry going without even trying. Then all of a sudden he sat up, he, Draco Malfoy, managed to get Harry Potter, the bloke he’s wanted to shag for months now, going without trying.
Fuck.
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