Interhouse Halloween
Though not quite trusting the sudden peace, the Hogwarts students soon got used to the sight of the Gryffindor and Slytherin trio mixed together doing homework in the Great Hall or library and chatting in the hallway. Nobody was surprised anymore when the Boy Who Lived and the Malfoy heir left together after breakfast to their morning seekers matches.
Eventually other war fires ceased inspired by the supposedly friendship of Hogwarts’ greatest rivals. Group mixing became a new trend and students of all houses could be seen paired up. Everything was going according to plan, Draco noted satisfied. Even Dumbledore’s eyes twinkled more annoyingly than ever.
Okay, that definitely was not part of the plan in the inter-house unity project.
Draco sat mumbling angrily next to Pansy and Blaise with a bottle of firewhisky in his hand. All sixth and seventh years had an interhouse Halloween party in the Room of Requirement after the festivities in the Great Hall came to an end. As at every teenage party, alcohol was smuggled in and drinking games were played. So far, so good.
But “Spin the Bottle“ was undoubtedly not good. Draco as the young, aristocratic, talented, most handsome Malfoy heir certainly did not participate in such frivolous games. He at least had manners, thank you very much.
Potter in contrast was challenged into playing by his Gryffindor friends and, the Golden Boy he is, couldn’t step back when dared. After already brushing lips with Padma Patil and a quick peck against the cheek of Zacharias Smith, Draco watched as Cho Chang stuck her tongue in his fiancè’s mouth.
Scowling the blonde took a sip of his drink. No, he was not jealous. Just because he admitted to having taken a fancy on Potter, did not mean he wanted to be the one licking the Gryffindor’s delicious cherry red mouth. Draco definitely was a better kisser than that Ravenclaw girl. She looked like a dog, licking Potter with so much tongue. Draco scoffed, that girl had no class.
“Stop that, darling, you'll get wrinkles!“ Pansy stroked her hand over Draco’s forehead to smooth it from its creases.
“Just look at him! Grinning all goofily because he nearly got choked by this Cho-girl. Stupid Potter, kissing everyone if he’s told to. Such a stupid Gryffindork“, Draco growled and took a big gulp from the firewhisky bottle.
“But he’s your Gryffindork“, Pansy slurred swatting the bottle off Draco’s hands.
“Exactly! He’s got no manners. How dare he flirt openly with others when he’s already got the best: moi!“ Draco exclaimed exasperated.
When the game circle dissolved Draco got clumsily to his feet and made his way to Potter to give him an earful.
“You go, girl! You’re the Queen! You tell ‘im!“, Pansy cheered him on, falling back into Blaise’ lap who was already fast asleep.
As Draco stumbled his way to the unsuspecting Gryffindor he grabbed an empty flask. Potter was still a little flushed from his previous activities when the Slytherin came to halt before him.
“Enjoyed yourself, didn’t ya?“, Draco sneered and narrowed his eyes as Potter just grinned sheepishly and blushed. The Gryffindor found the Slytherin’s pouting face quite cute. In truth he didn’t enjoy the game as much as being watched by a certain blonde.
Harry only participated in the game because he needed a distraction from Draco. All evening he had stared at the Slytherin, totally entranced by his lithe form spinning around on the dancefloor. And damn, those hips…
After Hermione asked him smirking if he was alright and if he had something to tell her, Harry had strategically retreated and joined the game. But to his dismay it wasn’t much of a distraction because he felt observed. When he looked up, he could see piercing silver eyes staring right at him. When it was Harry’s turn to kiss or be kissed, he was really flustered because he imagined Draco instead of the people before him.
Having the blonde boy himself suddenly in his proximity made his heart flutter nervously. He didn’t hear what Draco said, his heart was beating far too loud. Harry was sure he looked like an utter idiot, grinning like a loon at the adorable blonde who, for some reason, seemed quite angry.
In a manner Draco thought menacing – sexy, rather in Harry’s opinion – the blonde advanced and invaded Harrys personal space. “Did ya like it, being licked from that dog girl?” Draco asked threatingly. Harry shook his head furiously, eyes glued to the in anger twisted mouth, that came nearer and nearer.
“How ‘bout I remind you that you’re already spoken for, huh?“, Draco poked the bottleneck into Harrys chest as he spoke with a dangerously low voice. The blonde then lunged forwards and crushed his lips onto the mouth of the taller boy. Though Harry could taste the bitterness of firewhisky the kiss was the sweetest he had ever tasted.
Definitely the best kiss this evening. Harry was really glad to have endured Cho’s slobbering because that led him to this heavenly experience. Kissing Draco was like a thousand fireworks in his stomach. But just as he flicked out his tongue to deepen the kiss, grey eyes fluttered shut and a slim body slumped in Harry’s arms. Harry wanted to scream in frustration but calmed immediately upon seeing the angelic face of a peaceful sleeping blonde.
Breathing out a disappointed sigh, Harry gathered Draco gently in his arms to carry him into the Slytherin dorms. As he made his way out of the Room of Requirement he didn’t notice the lanky figure lurking in the shadows, watching him and his arm full with narrowed eyes.