Chapter 1
The first time it happened, Harry almost screamed.
Except that he was too stunned, and maybe a little too scared, to even open his mouth.
He did not dare to move a muscle; he did not dare to breathe. His head spun wild with all possible solutions he could think of, each was more ridiculous than the previous, and he eventually had to dismiss one by one himself. Posturing as stiff as he could, Harry suddenly wished that he would rather face Voldemort again than dealing with whatever situation that had Draco Malfoy wandered to his bed and lay down next to him in the middle of the night.
It had been weird enough to share a room with Malfoy in the first place. At the beginning of term, McGonagall had gently informed all the returned eighth-years that they were allowed to pick their own roommate, with the only condition that they must be from another house. They took turns to choose. Harry, not sure who he wanted to share the same dorm with, let everyone who was more certain to pick first, hoping that one of them would save him from making the decision.
Now he wished he had known better than that.
Nobody chose him. Nobody so much as glanced at his direction. “They’re afraid to share a room with the Chosen One”, Hermione had said later, looking absolutely pleased to have Susan Bones as her roommate. Ron had whole-heartedly disproved this statement. “What about me? I’m not the chosen anything, why do I have to suffer from the same fate as him?”.
It might seem petty but the only thing that made the whole situation slightly less unbearable was Ron also didn’t get picked until the end. It had been down to the point where there were only four boys left - Harry and Ron, and Goyle and Malfoy. It seemed that if people didn’t want to live with the heroes, they certainly did not want to live with the villains either. Then Goyle, finally showing he had some qualities to be in Slytherin other than the state of his blood, had stepped up and declared he wanted Ron.
The rest, well, the rest was what led to the situation on-hand.
Harry risked a glance down at the person on the bed with him. Malfoy’s eyes were close, his breath was even. He had one of his hands swung across Harry’s chest while one of his legs had found the way to hook between Harry’s thighs, and Harry wished for more than anything that he wasn’t cladded only in his boxer.
No, actually, if he was granted a wish, he would wish that Malfoy’s erection wasn’t pressing at his hip through only a thin silk of Malfoy’s pyjama.
Or maybe he just wished that Malfoy weren’t in his bed, breathing at on his face at all.
Did Malfoy accidentally sleepwalk to Harry’s bed or was this some sort of prank? If it was the latter, what was even the point of this prank? They would be equally humiliated if words ever got out about Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy sleeping together. With the noticeable absence of clothes. And one of them was having an erection.
It was simply impossible to regard it as something innocent.
Harry wasn’t even sure if this was innocent.
So the only sensible way to deal with it was to kick Malfoy out, no matter the true nature of this behaviour.
As soon as he was about to act, Malfoy suddenly stirred in his sleep. To Harry’s horror, it was to get closer. So close that Harry could even count all his eyelashes - not that he was going to do it, it was just because Malfoy’s head was almost buried in Harry’s neck that his eyelashes were the only thing Harry could see. And it was really long, and pale - not that Harry allowed himself to think about it more than necessary.
“I love you so much, Rettop.”
Malfoy’s mumble to his neck had put a stop to whatever plan Harry was going to do and steered his thoughts to a completely different rail.
Who the hell was Rettop? Was it Malfoy’s girlfriend? Harry couldn’t recall any girl with that name at Hogwarts. Or was this girl someone he knew outside school? Didn’t Malfoy have to spend last summer doing community work as parts of his probation? Maybe he met Rettop on some of his tasks. Wonder what this girl would be like, to even make a cold-hearted snake to fall in love with her?
Or maybe it wasn’t even a girl. It might be a boy for all he knew, because there was rumour around school that Malfoy was- Oh shit, what if Malfoy really was? And now he was in bed with Harry. And he was hard. And Harry was almost naked. Oh shit, would Malfoy do something to him? Would he touch Harry, and kiss, and other unspeakable things? Or force Harry to touch him or kiss him?
Harry was no virgin, but he’d certainly never done it with a boy, and certainly not going to do it with Malfoy, or let Malfoy do it to him.
Not now, not ever…
The worst thing was, somewhere in his internal panic, Harry had drifted off to sleep. With Malfoy still next to him, breathing onto his neck.
Were he trying to stay awake a little bit longer, he might have seen the wide smirk stretching on the other person’s lips before this person finally joined him in sleep.
“You look distracted today. Is something wrong?”
Snapped out of his thoughts, Harry looked up from the textbook that he had been staring at for the past twenty minutes to meet a twin pair of curious eyes. “Nothing.”
“Are you sure?” Hermione sounded concerned. “Did your nightmare keep you up again?”
Harry wished that it was nightmares that kept him up. Not the fact that it had been the fourth time in the last two weeks Malfoy wandered to his bed at night and Harry did absolutely nothing about it. Not the fact he actually slept better with Malfoy hugging around him like a human koala. Not the fact that until now, he was still not sure if Malfoy was aware of what had happened, because every time Harry woke up after a night like that, Malfoy had gone.
He never spoke a word about it, never acknowledged it, just ignoring Harry like he always did.
“No, I’m actually sleeping better.” Harry said, realising he had taken a little bit too long to answer. “It’s just… potion’s too boring, so I guess I drifted off.”
“Oh good then. About your sleeping habit, not your tardiness in a subject which is essential to your auror training and–”
Thank Merlin that Ron had interfered at that. “Cut him some slack, Hermione. It’s almost Christmas. If you want, we can spend all the break studying.”
Hermione snapped him on the shoulders, able to see right through his sarcasm. “Fine, see if I care if you both failed your NEWT.”
“Anyway, speaking of Christmas–” Ron said, obviously trying to change the subject. “Have you decided who you will take to the ball, Harry?”
Harry groaned out loud. His first Yule Ball had been a disaster, there was no guarantee that his second one would not be the same. All the eighth-year girls already had their partners, Ginny and Luna were also taken, so Harry found him once again with no acquaintance to choose.
Though there were several girls who had asked him to go with them, maybe he could just pick one randomly.
“Greg has a cousin in sixth year. Do you want me to introduce her to you?” Ron spoke, after seeing Harry had trailed off again.
“Really? Goyle’s cousin?”
Unlike Harry, Ron surprisingly got on well with his roommate after just one month. Harry suspected it was because Goyle had always been a follower, he could not function without someone telling him what to do. Ron, on the other hand, getting fed up with being bossed around by his brothers half of his life, and later overshadowed by Harry and even Hermione, loved the opportunity to have someone like Goyle around for a change.
As it happened, it had become a common sight that Ron and Goyle hang out together, laughing at each other’s jokes on the common room’s couch every now and then.
“I met her, she’s actually not bad for a Slytherin. A little bit short, but maybe just because I’m too tall for her.”
“No thanks, I’d rather not go to a ball with a Slytherin.”
“Harry, you know it’s just prejudice and not all Slytherin are bad.” Hermione chided.
“I know.” Though the particular Slytherin that immediately filled Harry’s head might not be the best example for this statement. “Anyway, I think I’ll just go with Heron. She asked me earlier.” He said the name sprung to mind - the girl who asked him most recently.
“Heron? Noelle Heron? The Head girl?”
“Yep, that’s the one.”
Even though he just made this decision, he still expected some sort of congratulation, or a cheerful face at least, but all he got was a doubtful look from Hermione. “Are you sure?”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“I mean Noelle may not be suitable for you. She’s great, beautiful, and outgoing, but you must admit that you didn’t do well with popular girls, right? Like Cho Chang or Ginny.”
The break-up with Ginny in September was still a sore spot for Harry. He had thought they were meant together, but the truth was, well, the truth was far from that. It just didn’t work out. Ginny had immediately dated someone else afterwards. Hermione and Ron – either feeling guilty or pity - had tried to encourage Harry to do the same ever since.
That was exactly why they should be happy now that Harry was finally willing to do it, not criticise his choice. “It was different. I’m different now. Have some faith in me, will you?”
“I’m just saying that you hate attention, now more than ever, and Noelle practically thrives on the spotlight.”
“Maybe it’ll be different when we go together. Maybe she will choose to respect my wishes, unlike you two. So much for so-called best friends!”
Ron scowled. “Hey, no need to be mad. What’s wrong with you recently?”
“Nothing.” Harry mumbled, lowering his tone. He himself did not know what was wrong either, getting all defensive all of the sudden for a girl who until a few minutes earlier he didn’t think they would be involved.
It must be because of the Malfoy's thing, which constantly got on his nerves and consequently worsened his temperature. “Sorry. I should go. Got something else to do.” He said at last and fled the library.
The ball turned out to be exactly like Hermione had predicted. Noelle not only seemed to know everyone at Hogwarts, but also felt the need to drag him around to greet each person individually. It was even worse than his first ball, at least his partner back then left him to sulk on his own devices.
By the time he had heard for the twentieth time that night about how an extraordinary couple he and Noelle made, Harry decided he’d had enough, abandoned Noelle, and returned straight to his dorm, went to bed at 9:30 at a ball night.
A few hours later, he was woken up by the sound of Malfoy entering the room. He was drunk, the alcohol stink could be smelled from a distance, and apparently determined on making as much noise as he could. Before Harry could voice his opinion about it, the man had approached his bed, murmuring something along the lines “Good… here… sleep” and promptly taking off his clothes.
Too stunned to react, Harry just watched in silence when Malfoy stripped down every last piece of his garments. Regrettably, no, luckily, from where he was lying, he did not get to see anything below the waist, only a bare chest and a flat stomach. Once he’d done, Malfoy had instantly climbed on his bed afterwards, draping his naked body all over Harry’s one.
Until skin met skin and heat bloomed, did the Gryffindor freak out and fumbled around for words.
“Malfoy?” Harry whispered. When there was no response, he tried again, louder this time. “Malfoy? Hey, Malfoy, are you sleeping?”
“Hmmmm…” came the muffed reply into his neck.
A flinch involuntarily surged across Harry’s body. “Get up Malfoy! You can’t stay here!”
Malfoy only reacted by wiggling frantically, seemingly to find a more comfortable position. After a few seconds, to Harry’s ultimate panic, the Slytherin settled on top of him with the fully hard erection pressed right at his crotch. Only a bare inch and a fabric away from Harry’s own.
“Malfoy!” He almost screamed, squirming to throw Malfoy down. In hindsight, it might not be a good idea to move in that certain way, because not only Malfoy did not budge, but he also let out a moan. A moan!
And the constant chant “Malfoy! Malfoy! Malfoy!” did not help either, because a drunken eighteen-year-old boy seemed to take this as encouragement and started grinding his hard cock unconsciously and enthusiastically. Though all of this was not even the worst part.
The worst part was, against his better judgement, Harry was getting hard himself.
“No, no, stop it Malfoy! Get off me!”
“Shhhhh… you’re loud today.” Malfoy slurred.
“No, Malfoy–”
A lip descended on Harry’s lip, straightly shut him up at once.
Malfoy was kissing him!
Really kissing him!
Right on the lips!
Instinctively, Harry opened his mouth to protest, only to give the other boy the exact opportunity he needed to slide his tongue inside. No, no, no, Malfoy couldn’t be exploring his mouth with his tongue! No, it couldn’t be happening!
Harry had to break out, to say something about it. Except that when Harry moved his mouth to speak, it was misunderstood with him returning the kiss.
And when he used his tongue to force Malfoy’s one out of his mouth, it was misunderstood with him returning the French part of the kiss.
So all things misunderstood, they were really snogging each other.
Harry did not know they had done it for how long, because sometimes into the kiss, he had stopped pretending he didn’t like it. A lip was still a lip, if he could just forget about who that lip belonged to, he found himself on heading to have the best kiss he’d ever had. Malfoy was an acceptable kisser, and his moan was quite lovely, and quite arousing - not that Harry cared about this.
No, actually he did not care that Malfoy’s moan was lovely either.
Sometimes later, they fell asleep, both feeling strangely satisfied.
“Have you ever made out with someone you hate but you still like it?”
Harry’s question sent the whole carriage into stunned silence. They were on the Hogwarts Express to come home for holidays, all were in a good spirit, chatting animatedly with each other. He desperately wanted to join them, if he was not so miserable, kept thinking about the event last night. And the event this morning.
When he woke up to an empty room, Malfoy and all his stuff practically vaporised. Which only meant that Malfoy had fled after realising what they had done, the coward he was. Harry missed the chance to confront the Slytherin, but he still needed to talk to somebody about it, hence the carefully worded question.
Everyone turned to look at him at once, faces of varying degree of interest. After a few glances were exchanged between his friends, it was Ron who finally spoke.
“Who is it, mate? Surely not Heron?”
“No, not her.” Harry confirmed, starting to regret his question.
“Yeah, I thought so too. Given that you abandoned her halfway through the ball.”
“You noticed that?”
“Everyone noticed that.” Hermione pointed out with the matter-of-fact tone. “So, do you want to tell us what happened?”
Harry tried to think of a reason that would not have Hermione say four words ‘I told you so’ when Ginny had helped him out. “Clearly he sneaked off to make you with–” She air quoted “–someone he hates.”
Ron sounded suspicious. “Really? Someone you hate? And you still snogged her? Does she hate you too?”
“Er, I don’t know. But h– she was quite drunk and there’s a chance that h– she thought I’m someone else.” Likely Rettop, who Malfoy proclaimed his love for. Now Harry was quite certain that Rettop was a boy, given the way Malfoy had no problem with Harry’s erection and his sometimes came into contact at night.
Quite enthusiastic by it, to be honest.
“Oh Harry!” Hermione exclaimed. “Tell me that you only snogged her. That you didn’t sleep with her while she was that drunk!”
“I didn’t!” Harry said without missing a beat. Except that he did, didn’t he? Sleeping with Malfoy. Although it probably was not what Hermione meant. And if it was not what Hermione meant, she would not need to know it. Harry would not say a thing, and Malfoy, who the last time he saw was when they were snogging, most likely would not say a thing. “Just kissing a bit. But is it weird that I like it?”
“Well, maybe you just like it because you haven’t kissed anyone in a long time.” Ginny said easily. “You used to love kissing a lot.”
Yes, that was exactly what Harry thought, but he still needed to hear it from someone else as a reassurement. Yes, that did not mean he liked Malfoy, he just liked kissing overall.
And if he accidentally got off on that memory in the shower this morning, it was just because he was thinking of the kiss, not Malfoy.
“So now can you tell us who it is?”
“Nah, it’s nothing. Probably never happened again. As we’ve established, I hate hi– her.”
Potter,
I don’t want to write to you, but it seems like I don’t have another choice. I can’t quit school - part of my probation as you well know - and unless you decide to quit yourself, though I suppose it’s far-fetched, we will have to meet again after New Year. So I’d like to talk about what happened and deal with it before going back to Hogwarts.
For what it's worth, I’m sorry. I was really drunk and barely had control over what I did. That will not repeat in the future, you can rest assured.
Sincerely,
Draco L. Malfoy
Malfoy,
So you remember what happened.
But really? That’s all you have to say?
H. Potter
Potter,
I don’t know what more you expect from me. I said what I needed to say. And don’t think you had no fault in this. I was drunk, but if I remember correctly - yes, I do remember, thank you very much - you were a hundred percent sober.
You could kick me out if you wanted to, or stopped me (or punch or hex or curse…) before I went any further. I meant, you let a drunken naked man climb onto your bed, Potter, you should see other things coming.
Sincerely,
Draco L. Malfoy
Merry Christmas Malfoy,
How am I supposed to know what you were going to do?!!!
Believe it or not, other boys never come to my bed and do something like you did! Unless you’re not like other boys.
Are you gay, Malfoy?
HP
Potter,
Yes, I am gay, you’re happy now?
Don’t act like you’re offended, being gay yourself and all.
Sincerely,
Draco L. Malfoy
P/S: You know what, it’s Christmas, so Happy Christmas to you too.
I am absolutely not gay!!!
HP
Potter,
Are you sure? Remember how you kissed me back that night, huh straight man?
Sincerely,
Draco L. Malfoy
I just like kissing, that’s all. And I had sex with girls before!
HP
Potter,
I don’t see you have sex with girls now.
Sincerely,
Draco L. Malfoy
I do! You don’t know anything about my love life, Malfoy!
Potter,
The ball was the first time in four months I saw you in the company of a girl who was neither your best friend’s girlfriend, your ex-girlfriend, nor your ex-girlfriend’s new girlfriend.
And look what happened afterwards.
Happy New Year,
Draco L. Malfoy
If you don’t believe me, next time I’ll make sure you’re present when I shag someone then!
Happy New Year.
Potter,
I would love the show.
I’m glad we’ve reached this agreement.
See you in our room tomorrow.
Sincerely,
Draco L. Malfoy