Chapter 27
Once they'd reached the grand doors of the Great Hall, Harry instantly felt as though the breath in his lungs had turned to lead. Instinctively he reached to grab hold of Draco's hand, which squeezed his in return. He dare not look at him, but instead retuned to linking arms with him.
He forced his body to remember how to breathe. They couldn't just stand out here forever.
"Scared Potter?" The boy next to him asked, without malice or spite.
"You wish." He replied fondly.
Fast, so that he couldn't bottle it at the last minute, Harry pushed the heavy door open with his free hand.
Joyful music and chattering filled his ears, glittering lights and the movement of multicoloured fabrics greeted his eyes. It wasn't long after he and Draco began to make their way inside that curious eyes turned to watch them. The feel of Draco's soft hold on his arm kept him steady, he was used to people staring at them, but never prepared. They found themselves an isolated table hidden away in the corner of the room. The glasses on the table filled with what looked like champagne and Harry took it and drank it in one.
"Ah non-alcoholic, of course." He exclaimed.
"Don't look so glum, I'm good for some things." Draco smiled, pulling out what looked like a small bottle of firewhisky out of the inside pocket of his jacket. After taking a swig himself he handed the bottle to Harry.
The hot golden liquid burned on its way down, but weirdly in a nice way. As he glanced around he noted that a few students, who were either braver or more stupid than the rest still stared at them, but for the most part people were more interested in their own business.
He handed the bottle back to Draco who took another quick swig and passed it back.
"Trying to get me drunk?" Harry pondered coyly.
"Maybe? We all need to let off
steam at some point."
"Very true." Harry winked, taking another swig from the bottle.
The alcohol didn't burn as much now and left a quite pleasant taste in Harry's mouth. He was beginning to feel warm and soft on the inside, he hadn't really drunk much alcohol before. They sat like this for a while, making small talk and sharing the bottle. After a while Harry began to feel a little lightheaded and giggly, more and more people were piling in on the dance floor and he felt the urge to join them.
"C'mon!" He called over the now loud drum of the music, offering his hand to Draco.
"What?"
"Come and dance, with me." The drink had apparently given him a new found confidence.
"No. No way Harry Potter."
Did Draco always look this cute when he was being stubborn?
"Yes. Yes way Draco Malloy! Please? Just one little dance, nobody cares! And we didn't come here to sit and talk all night did we?"
Reluctantly Draco sighed and used Harry's hand to pull himself out of the chair. He let him lead them to the dance floor in the centre of the room where the music was loudest. Harry reached for Draco's other hand and laced their fingers together so that they were subtly moving to the music together.
"People are going to think your mad Potter."
"They already do."
And that was the last they spoke of it that night. They swayed and bopped and jumped and twirled to the ever changing music, and Harry couldn't give one damn of people watched them and tutted. This was probably the happiest he'd felt in a long time, and it all seemed worth it. He didn't think he'd seen Draco smile this much either, his cheeks were flushed from both the whisky and the dancing. All too soon the party was finishing and Harry realised he hadn't seen Ron or Hermione at all, he made a mental note to speak to them tomorrow and quickly forgot about it.
The number of people in the hall had halved and the music was much quieter, it was time to head back to their room. They'd finished the bottle by now during intervals between songs, and Harry was finding it hard to keep his balance.
"C'mon Hazza, time to begin our trek home." Draco slurred.
"Hazza? Since when do you call me Hazza? Shall I start calling you Drazzo?" He snorted whilst pawing at the soft velvet arm next to him.
"Ssshut up Golden Boy!"
The moving staircases were both terrifying and hilarious to the two drunk boys as they tried to manage them without falling. Thankfully they had each other to hold on to, not that Harry was glad about that or anything.
When the both of them finally made it to their dorm, they burst through the door manically, almost falling on top of one another in their drunken state.
"I'm ssserious! I'll have to go back to the manor to get it and show you!"
"Draco, there is nooo way you made a microwave with magic!"
"I did! There's a lot of things about me you don't know Mr. Harry Potter..."
"Is that right?"
They were close now, too close. Their noses were almost touching, Harry could feel Draco's warm breath on his lips. The laughter had died down now and the silence was overwhelming. Time seemed to slow down, every speck of dust, every eye movement, every shaking breath were being carried out as of in a freeze frame. Without his brain fully realising what his body was doing, Harry felt himself lean in to place his lips upon Draco's. As soon as they made contact Harry felt his whole body set alight, he felt as though he was simultaneously being burned alive and drowned at the same time and it was addicting. Everything else seemed to melt away so that it was just Harry and Draco.
They both pulled back to look at each other and to process what was happening. Without words they seemed to know what the other was thinking. Harry pulled at Draco's suit jacket greedily and pressed their lips together again. This time there was no nervousness or hesitation, it wasn't gentle and sweet, it was hot and hard and passionate. Soon enough Harry traced Draco's bottom lip and the blonde granted him entrance and they began to explore the inside of each others mouths. All the while Harry was moving them both backwards towards his bed. The back of Draco's legs hit the mattress and they both fell together, Draco onto the softness of the sheets and Harry onto the softness of Draco. The change of position meant that Harry and Draco's crotches aligned perfectly and they both boys groaned in pleasure.
In the fury of passion Harry began kissing down from Draco's mouth and along his jawline, eliciting hitched and almost mewling noises from the boy beneath him. He then moved onto his neck and started kissing and licking until he found a sensitive spot where he could exploit and nibble until Draco became a panting mess. The blue eyed boy was running his hands all over Harry's body wildly, as if he was trying to find somewhere to hold on and keep him grounded. Similarly Harry ran his fingers down Draco's torso, pulling at the expensive fabric. In a moment of peace from the madness Harry realised what was happening, and what could happen.
"Draco, are you sure you want this?" He whispered, his voice deep and gravely.
"Because we can stop-"
"Don't you dare stop Harry Potter, don't, ah, you dare."
And that was the only confirmation Harry needed before he ripped the suit jacket off of him. In return Draco did the same and began undoing the buttons on Harry's shirt with speed and precision. As Harry did the same, he couldn't help but notice the three long scars along the length of Draco's chest and stomach. He felt horror and disgust when he realised who made those wounds.
"Oh God, Draco I-"
"It's fine, it's all in the past, let's not let it ruin anything." And he yanked Harry down and kissed him feverishly.
Pushing the bad memory away Harry kissed him back and touched his pretty pink nipples with calloused fingers. He heard Draco curse under his breath and smirked to himself. To know he was the one making Draco feel this good made his whole body shudder in delight.
Draco kicked off his shoes and let his hands travel to Harry's belt, making quick work of it. His hand traveled lower to cup Harry's tenting cock gently.
"Don't tease Draco, it isn't nice."
Draco just chuckled, opened Harry's fly and pulled his tight trousers down as far as he could, giving the black haired boy's backside a hard squeeze as he did. Harry pulled his trousers off the rest of the way himself, while Draco pulled his own belt off and began rubbing himself over the fabric of his trousers.
"You have no patience do you?"
"Hurry up then." He replied, his voice an octave higher than normal. The sight somehow made Harry even harder. Draco's legs spread open, his hard dick clearly visible through the fabric, his hair messy and fanned out on Harry's pillow. He could probably cum just by watching if nothing else, but Harry had better plans. Gripping Draco's hands in his own, he pulled them up and above Draco's head. This gave him perfect access to the rest of Draco's body.
"Don't move, until I tell you to." He commanded and Draco's pupils dilated so much that only a thin circle of blue could be seen.
Reaching down once more Harry opened Draco's trousers and pulled them off completely along with his pants. Seeing Draco stripped bare like this did not only turn Harry on massively but also made his heart want to burst out of his chest at the thought of Draco trusting him enough for them to do this. But he didn't have long to just stare judging by the leaking precum Harry could see on the tip of Draco's smooth pale cock, and by the wetness Harry could feel in his own boxers.
No time to waste.
He pulled his final item of clothing off and watched through hazy eyes as Draco's mouth fell open in agape.
"What? Is something wrong?" He asked, panic rising in his chest.
"No! It's just...you're so...big. I knew you would be I just, didn't think you would this big."
Harry hummed darkly and leaned down to press his whole body flush to Draco's, making the bottom gasp and whine. He captured Draco's mouth in his own and kissed him hard and dominating. Sitting up again he grabbed his own dick and Draco's together in his hand and began stroking them together.
"Oh fuck Harry, don't stop, oh merlin." He heard Draco call wantonly.
The precum was just enough lubricant for his hand to slide nicely up and down the both of them, but Harry decided he really wanted to make Draco feel good. He spat down onto his hand and used his thumb to spread the wetness over the sensitive head of Draco's dick. Making Draco scream out in pleasure as he grabbed of to Harry's pillows tightly. It wasn't long before Harry felt a familiar stirring in in his abdomen, he wouldn't last much longer.
"Harry, I'm going to, ahh shit." He whimpered as he moved his fist to his mouth to bite down on.
"I know, Draco, fuck, I want to see you" he said using his free hand to pull Draco's arm away from his face. "I want to see you cum for me."
With Harry's words, Draco hit his climax and white strips of cum covered both his and Harry's stomachs. Not long after Harry felt his cock twitch and he let go of himself, letting his body ride out the orgasm. His body then went boneless and he collapsed of top of Draco. They lay like that for a few seconds before Draco shifted Harry's body off him and reached for one of their wands. He casted a few self cleaning charms and then nuzzled into Harry's toned chest. Before long they were both fast asleep, arms around each other.