ButterBeer
Draco felt odd accepting the girls invitation to a sleepover, but he went along with it anyway.
Luna had asked Pansy to spend the night in her dorm, and the girls begged Draco to tag along. Soon, he was sitting upon Luna’s bed, doing homework he was way behind on, waiting for the two of them to get back.
They told him they were going to get some butterbeer and sweets from the kitchen, and hadn’t returned yet. He enjoyed the peace and quiet, it was nice to hear himself think for a change.
His quiet thoughts were interrupted by a tap on the window. Draco shrugged it off, until it happened again.
Frustrated, he trudged over to the window, pushing the glass doors open and peering out. He loved the Ravenclaw tower, so high up and away from all the other problems in the castle.
When he didn’t see anything, he began to shut the doors. That is until Harry’s head appeared. He was hanging off of the roof, upside down looking into the window.
“Bloody hell!” Draco jumped back, startled. “What the hell are you doing here?”
“Just wanted to say hello,” Harry said, jumping back onto his broom and moving closer to the window. “You weren’t in potions, and you weren’t in your common room, so i came looking for you.”
Draco felt himself blush. “You can’t be here, Pansy and Luna could be back any second.”
“Then I’ll make this quick.” Harry snickered, climbing in through the window, cornering Draco against the edge of the bed. The space between them was little to nothing.
“What are you d-doing, you git?” Draco frantically spat, taking a deep inspection of Harry’s face. He loved every feature, from his adorable nose to his emerald eyes. Potter drove him mad, he felt foolish.
He squeaked as Harry’s hands grabbed his wrists, pushing him onto the bed. The blonde struggled against his grip, not sure whether or not he was enjoying this.
Who was he kidding? Being pinned down by the one and only person he ever actually loved. His butterflies were practically flying out of his mouth with every gasp.
“Potter I-“ He had no way of finishing his sentence as he felt soft kisses on his nape, occasionally love bites along the way.
It took everything in him not to moan, not to let a whimper or whine leave his pale lips. It was torture, trying to keep quiet as his sworn enemy and forbidden crush left dozens of hickeys along his neck.
If he could, he would have made love to him right then and there. Harry’s hand gripped Draco’s wrists above his head, while his free hand tugged on his blonde hair.
Draco couldn’t help it, he whined in pleasure. He felt the boy on top of him stop, before letting go of his hair and wrists, and cupping his face in his hands.
“You sound pretty, do it again.” Harry sneered, taking a small glance at his artwork on Draco’s pale skin.
Draco gulped, his face the color crimson. “But I-“You heard me, do it again.” Harry said through gritted teeth.
He wrapped his fingers around Draco’s hair, tugging on it once more as he searched with his teeth for a sweet spot on the trembling boy’s neck.
He knew he found it the moment he heard Draco whimper, unable to bite his tongue. He continued to toy with that spot, sucking and biting, hearing Draco grow louder.
Draco was barely able to process what he was feeling, his body was burning, feeling Harry rub his hands up and down his waist. He was overwhelmed with pleasure, he never wanted this moment to end.
“Wake up, sleepy head.” Pansy said, rubbing Draco’s forehead. He was startled, looking around to see he wasn’t in Luna’s dorm, but was still in the infirmary.
Pansy was at the edge of his bed, staring down at the dazed blonde. “You seemed to be having a fun dream.” She giggled as Draco noticed the boner popping up from under his blanket. He felt a flower bloom on his inner thigh and he winced.
“Pervert.” He huffed, as he turned away from her. “Was it about Harry?”
“Shut up!”
“Well that’s part of the sickness, y’know, when you dream of your love, the dreams are a lot more realistic.” Pansy said, helping Draco out of the bed.
“Oh, there’s another thing I need to talk to you about,” Pansy said slowly, a little nervous. “You have every right to say no, it’s completely up to you.”
“What is it?” Draco asked, intrigued. When she still wouldn’t spit it out, Draco’s temper built. “Goddamn it Parkinson, don’t hold your tongue.”
“The golden trio asked if we wanted to go out for butterbeer tonight.”
“What?” The words didn’t register with Draco. “What do you mean?”
“Harry, Ron, and Hermione asked if the four of us wanted to join them for butterbeer at the three broomsticks in like three hours.”
“Harry asked? You sure they want all of us to come?” Draco didn’t want to get his hopes up, it would be just his luck if it were a prank of some sorts.
“Harry came to the common room with Ron and Hermione, they asked if we wanted to come along with them, and then Harry asked if you would come too. They already invited Neville.”
“Harry asked for me specifically..” Draco’s shock bubbled as Pansy pulled him down the hallway. “Look Draco, you don’t have to say yes to any of-“I want to go.”
“What?”
“I want to go. If Harry wants to spend time with me, I’ll do it. God knows I couldn’t ask for it myself, and the only way to get him to like me is to spend time with him.”
“But Draco, what if you have an asthma attack? How would we explain any of that without telling the trio?” Pansy stopped him worriedly.
“It’ll be fine, Parkinson.” The two raced to the Slytherin common room to get ready.
“Are you sure about this, Harry?” Ron asked as they picked out dress shirts. The boys were peeved when Hermione said they had to look nice for the evening. “Inviting them seemed a bit out of character for you.”
“Well Draco’s been acting out of character as well, he seems like he’s hiding something. And I’m..” He paused, “I’m worried about him.”
It felt strange admitting that, and Harry couldn’t even believe he was saying it. But he did worry about the blonde. He’d been missing classes, kept running off in a panic, and just wasn’t himself.
He hoped the Slytherin would show up tonight.
The hours passed by like minutes, and the group was frantically trying to get ready for the “casual evening.” Pansy ended up in a shortcut dress, only because Neville would be there. Draco was dressed in a dark blue sweater, Pansy said it would contrast with his eyes. Blaise joined them with a dark green dress shirt, also picked out by Pansy.
“I’m proud of myself, you both look adorable!” Pansy smiled before walking out the door to the three broomsticks as the boys followed.
“This sweater is irritating my flowers.” Draco groaned, trying to fix the collar. The fabric tickled his neck, making him shudder.
“Last one there has to pay for drinks!” Blaise hollered, booking it to the three broomsticks. Pansy and Draco glanced threatening looks at each other before running off after him.
They shoved each other through the doorway, chuckling and messing with one another. The laughing and toying stopped the second they bumped into the golden trio.
“You’re a bit late,” Hermione sighed, adjusting her sweater. Blaise and Pansy exchanged looks. “No, you’re late,” Pansy replied in a similar tone.
“Actually, you’re all late,” Neville said, already sitting at a table in the corner, waiting for them. Everyone knew this evening was already going to be a mess.
Draco was busy staring at the ground, avoiding eye contact with anyone from the group. He swallowed thickly, watching out of the corner of his eye as Harry sat across from him.
“I’m surprised you made it,” Harry grinned, a little sarcastic. “Haven’t seen you in a single class all day.”
“Didn’t know my presence was so crucial to you, Potter,” Draco taunted back. He watched the Gryffindor roll his eyes, a soft hew on his cheeks out of embarrassment.
They were a few butterbeers into their evening, by now Pansy was only concerned about Neville.
Blaise and Ron were arguing about famous quidditch players, while Hermione and Pansy discussed how insufferable their male companions.
It would have been a lovely evening, if Draco and Harry could have spoken to each other.
Draco kept toying with his sweater, staring at his shoes. Harry was eyeing him, rather concerned for him and unsure of what to say.
“Uhm, how’s Luna?” Harry asked, trying to make conversation. Draco lifted his head, locking eyes with the Gryffindor. His heart skipped three beats.
“She’s alright, her family is coming to spend holiday break at the Manor, my parents throw a large Christmas party every year,” Draco said. Of course Harry would ask about his cousin, it was the only thing that he really knew about Draco.
Silence hung in the air for another moment, “Are you ready for the quidditch match this Friday?”
Harry sat back in his seat and laughed, “Merlin No! I’m so behind in Umbridge’s class, she might not let me play.”
“But you’re Gryffindor’s star player, you have to play!” Draco protested, taking a sip of his butterbeer.
Soon they were discussing all sorts of matters around the school, annoying professors, quidditch games, life at home. It opened doors that neither of them had ever seen in the other person.
Pansy kept an eye on Draco, worried he might break out in a coughing fit. But Draco felt fine, amazing in fact. He had never been so up close and personal with the brunette before and he loved it.
The group slowly started to return back to the castle, leaving Draco and Harry alone. The two were laughing their arses off like fools.
“Well I should be getting back, I have an early detention with umbridge tomorrow,” Harry sighed and stood up from the table. It saddened Draco to know their time was over.
“Let me walk you back to your common room,” Harry offered. Draco gladly accepted, following Harry down the candlelit corridors.
He felt so free of all his worries in that moment, he couldn’t even feel the poking of the flowers on his skin anymore.
Harry kept a steady pace as the made their way to the Slytherin common room. “You know, I never thought it was fair for you all to be so close to the dungeons.”
“It wouldn’t have been my first choice either, but we can’t change it now can we?” Draco smiled, finding some of his snarky attitude and witty tone coming back to him. It felt freeing.
Harry led Draco towards the great oak wood doors of the Slytherin common room. His smile lingered longer than he’d planned, and it practically melted Draco’s heart. He couldn’t have been happier.
But it wasn’t to last. Coughing. The worst it had been in a long time. Draco collapsed to the floor. His knees ached as he landed on the frozen cement.
Harry dropped to his side in an instant, trying to aid the struggling blonde. Meanwhile, Draco was trying to avoid Harry’s touch, it only making his coughing worse. “Draco, what’s wrong?!”
Flowers bloomed under his sweater, covering parts of his chest and back. His eyes welled with tears, not just from the lack of air, but from fear. There was no way he’d be able to live like this. And Potter was there to witness his choking fit.
He clasped a hand around his throat as he hoisted himself against the wall, coughing the Slytherin password and opening the door.
“Draco!” Harry gripped his wrist, stopping him from slipping through the door. “You’re sick, let me take you to the infirmary.”
“H-harry, I c-can’t,” Draco forced out, feeling a large flower in his throat. He needed to get out of there. He needed to leave before Harry saw anything. Yet his grip was firm.
“Please, you’re not well, tell me what’s that matter,” Harry was persistent, tugging Draco closer to him. The distance between them sent rays of heat to the blonde’s cheeks, feeling petals in his throat.
“L-let go o-of me!” Draco cried, his knees buckling as he collapsed to the floor once more. Harry wrapped an arm around him tightly. “Y-you’re making i-it worse!”
What? Harry paused. He was making it worse. Maybe Draco had meant the situation. But then why wouldn’t he have said that instead. Well, maybe since he was choking. But those words were still plastered in Harry’s mind.
The Slytherin door creaked open, Pansy peering out and rushing to Draco’s aid. She pushed by Harry, helping the struggling boy to his feet. “I heard coughing from the common room, what happened?”
“I-I don’t know, he just started coughing, I’m not sure what I did,” Harry said frantically, hands by his shoulders in defense. “I’m sorry!”
“Harry, you need to leave,” Pansy ushered, helping Draco into the common room.
“But-“ Before Harry could get another word in, the dorm had slammed in his face. What the hell just happened.
Draco rushed to the bathroom, Pansy followed close behind. “It’s okay, Draco, it’ll be okay,” she said, desperately trying to calm him. His hand was over his mouth, his other holding his stomach.
Knowing he wouldn’t make it to the toilet, he leaned over the sink and vomited. When he felt safe enough to open his eyes, he screamed. “Why is there blood?!”
“What?”
“I threw up flowers a-and blood? You never mentioned blood!” Draco cried, tears staining his cheeks.
“What’s going on in here?” Blaise asked, entering the already cramped bathroom. Draco pushed by him, wanting to be as far away from the blood stained sink as possible. There were enough blood soaked flowers to make a bouquet.
“You never mentioned blood.” Draco repeated, more monotone than before. He felt betrayed.
“It wasn’t in my books, I’m sorry,” Blaise apologized as Pansy began to wash out the sink. She flicked her wand gently as magic got to work removing the flowers. Blaise continued, “Draco this isn’t safe anymore, you need to get it removed.”
“No.”
“Draco I wont argue with you on this any-“No! You don’t understand, tonight I felt something, something I’ve never felt before. He was there, it was just him and me, and he was so kind to me. I feel like I have a real chance and I’d rather die than lose it.”
Blaise fell silent, Pansy stopped cleaning. They both just stared at him, worried looks on their faces.
“Please, I love him. I’ve never felt that way about anyone before and I don’t want to lose it,” Draco begged, cupping his hands. The flowers under his sweater pricked his skin. “Please.”