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Erotes	By : Bickymonster Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 70634 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 19
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AN: Okay, Sorry for making you guys wait, but now I have a beta to work with chapters are going to take a few days longer; it will be worth it though hopefully, so I hope you will all bear with me. Here is the much requested chapter 4 for you all. Enjoy.
Warnings: Swearing, slash and Adult themes, likely sexual content in later chapters; for full warnings see story description.
Thank you to my beta, AchillesTheGeek
(Note: This is the updated edited version of the chapter. Updated 16/01/2015)

Harry was pacing in their bedroom, cursing Hermione and her 'solution'. He and Draco had been making so much progress, enough progress that Harry seriously wanted to do many of the things that the book implied would help. Those thoughts, however, were exactly the kind of thoughts which he was trying to avoid.
Draco had said only a few hours ago that he liked how they were able to work up to more intimate situations at their own pace and so the last thing that Harry wanted was to push the blond into taking those steps, for the sake of the pregnancy, before he was ready. It was why he had left the room, needing time to clear his head before he did something he couldn't take back.
He silently cursed Hermione again for having put such thoughts into his head, as he stopped pacing long enough to glare at the door which led back into the living room area, where Draco was likely still sitting. It would be so easy to just walk back through, pin the blond to the nearest surface and...
'No,' he told himself firmly, shaking his head and starting pacing again, 'bad thoughts!' The next time they were intimate in any way, apart from the cuddling that they needed, of course, he was determined that it would be Draco's decision. Harry wasn't going to push Draco into doing anything he didn't want to do, no matter what his own desires were. He felt sure that this must have been at least in part something that his Erote instincts were pushing for and he balked at the idea of just yielding to them, especially given the reaction Draco had had to becoming pregnant.
All he had to do was distract himself until dinner, then he could have the satisfaction of glaring at Hermione for complicating his life again, even if she had been just trying to help. Though Harry had to admit that in some ways Hermione might really have helped them; at least they had the information to work with now. Even if it did add pressure for the two of them to move their relationship along somewhat more quickly than they might have otherwise.
"I don't know what to do," Harry whispered, the confession only for his own ears, as he stopped and stared at the door again. "This is just so frustrating," he said, tugging at his hair. "Should I just go and ask him about it, outright?" he asked himself.
He had to wonder if Draco even wanted their relationship to go that way; for all Harry knew, Draco might just want whatever it took to get him through the pregnancy. It was just so difficult for Harry to try and work out what the blond was doing because it was what he needed for the pregnancy and what he really desired. He had no idea what Draco wanted, or how much he was actually ready for.
Harry resumed pacing, as he wasn’t going to get the answers he wanted without actually asking Draco and he definitely wasn't ready to do that just yet.
-#-
'Stupid Harry bloody Potter,' Draco cursed silently, in his own mind; his thoughts were full of anger and frustration. He had actually let himself think over the last few days he had come to mean something to Gryffindor's golden boy, but he felt somewhat foolish now. Of course that hadn't been the case.
It seemed clear to Draco now, that Harry was probably keeping him around simply to ease his guilt; that, or Harry really wanted a family and was therefore sticking around for the child he was getting out of this. It hadn't escaped his notice that the focus seemed to be on maintaining the pregnancy and keeping it stable, though at least part of his brain knew it was ridiculous to feel jealous of the barely formed foetus of his own child.
Draco groaned and slammed shut the book he had been failing to read. His focus was so terrible at that moment that he hadn't even managed to work out what the book was about, having just taken one at random from the large pile on the table in hope of a distraction.
"None of these books are helping," he grumbled quietly to himself.
He couldn't help but wonder if the idea of even kissing him was so terrible that Harry was now avoiding him. They had already shared a chaste kiss, they had shared a bed and cuddled a lot in the last couple of days; they had even had sex, even if they didn't actually remember it. All Draco was hoping for was a real kiss.
That desire was a little galling to him, given he knew how he had felt about the Gryffindor before the last few days, but he knew how he felt now and they were supposed to be mates after all; surely a real kiss wasn't too much to ask.
Draco, however, was proud and, in some ways, it was the most Malfoy thing about him. He would not go begging Harry for anything, not kisses and most definitely not sex, no matter how appealing both of those things sounded at the moment. Draco growled at his body's betrayal, as the mental images, those thoughts created, flashed through his mind; they were leaving him flushed, uncomfortably hard and even more frustrated.
"Uh, stupid hormones," he complained.
With a somewhat defeated sigh, the blond pushed himself up from the sofa and headed into the bathroom with the intention of dealing with the problem currently tenting his trousers. He turned on the shower and stepped under the water; even if he release failed to make him feel better, he might as well be clean while he sulked.
-#-
Draco was nowhere to be seen when Harry left their bedroom to head down for dinner; he wasn't quite sure whether to be grateful or disappointed about that as he made his way out of their room, through the Gryffindor common room and headed down to the Great Hall alone. It saddened him slightly that the blond hadn't waited but on the other hand he couldn't blame him, he had left him alone for quite some time; at least this way they didn't have to talk about their feelings and everything just yet.
His eyes automatically scanned the Slytherin table as he came through the doors, quickly finding his bonded sat safely between Blaise and Pansy. Harry sighed when he realised that Draco had his Malfoy mask fully in place and it was only with practiced skill, from years of observation, that Harry was able to see how tired the other boy actually was.
Harry knew that Draco was probably in need of some magic from him, something that had slipped his mind until that moment. Therefore he was feeling guilty, for having denied the blond contact, by the time he sat down next to Ron. The two of them were sat across from Hermione and Neville, who were watching him with concern. He noticed gratefully that he could see Draco from where he was sat, and wondered if his friends had deliberately left him that seat for such a reason.
"Harry, about earlier... I am really sorry..." Hermione said, and she did look about as guilt ridden as Harry, himself, was currently feeling.
He gave her a small smile in reassurance. "Don't worry about it, I know you were trying to help," Harry told her as he started helping himself to what looked to be a beef stew. He truly wasn't upset with Hermione at this point, but this was definitely not a conversation he wanted to have over dinner.
"Why, what happened?" Ron asked, scrunching up his face as though trying to decode hidden meanings from Harry and Hermione's small conversation.
Harry had to stop himself from audibly sighing, wondering why they couldn't at least get through dinner without discussing his increasingly complicated personal life. Ron had never liked being left in the dark and Harry usually made a point of telling Hermione and Ron things at the same time when possible, but this was his personal life and he didn't feel like he should have to tell Ron anything.
"Nothing, Ron, don't worry about it," Harry said dismissively. "I am sure Hermione will tell you later if you really want to know." He actually managed to smirk when Hermione paled slightly. Revenge was sweet; now at least he knew she would be just as embarrassed, having to retell the story toRon. He was mostly just glad that he wasn't going to have to be the one to explain it.
Much to Harry's relief, Ron seemed to accept his platitudes, as the red-head's focus was once again on his food. Neville was looking confused and Hermione was glaring at him somewhat but he ignored them both as he returned his gaze to the Slytherin table. His eyes fell upon Draco, just in time to see the blond laugh maliciously at some small Slytherin girl. She couldn't be more than a second year and it seemed, to Harry, as though Crabbe was rather forcefully removing her from her seat, just so that the sixth years would have more space to spread out.
The sight of it made Harry's blood boil, his eyes narrowing to a glare. He had grown so used to the funny and affectionate side of Draco over the last few days that he had forgotten just how much of a bully the blond could be. He felt his whole body tense as he mentally debated whether or not to intervene.
Hermione apparently had seen it too. "He is just in a bad mood, Harry,” she pointed out in little more than a whisper. “He is acting out."
"I am sure he is,” Harry said with a scowl, his eyes still fixed on the Slytherins, the young girl looking on the verge of tears. “But am I supposed to just let him 'act out' every time things aren't easy for him?” he asked, turning to give her a pointed looking, ignoring the confused but interested expression on Neville’s face. “That would potentially be a lot of bullying in the next few months."
"Okay, point taken,” Hermione said, sighing and giving him a look of sympathy; it wasn’t as though she approved of Draco’s behaviour any more than Harry did. “But what can you do about it?" she asked, actually a little curious to how Harry might handle the situation.
"I will help him understand," Harry declared, getting to his feet. He wasn’t quite sure what he was going to do, but if he and Draco were really going to have any kind of functional relationship then he couldn’t let the blond keep taking his temper out on others; not least because it was not the kind of behaviour he would want their child to learn. “I’ll talk to you in a bit,” he said and, before his friends could do anything to stop him, he headed over to where Draco was sitting.
Draco was still laughing at the small Slytherin girl as he turned his back on her, leaving her standing alone with nowhere to sit at the table; Harry wasn’t sure whether it was that Draco hadn't seen him heading over, or if the blonde was deliberately making a point to ignore him, but it made very little difference either way. By the time he reached the Slytherins, Harry felt like he was holding onto his temper by little more than a thread, so he was running purely on instinct when he stood behind Draco and placed a hand on the blond’s cheek.
Harry felt his anger and frustration flow out through their connection, letting Draco see exactly how he felt about what the Slytherins had been doing. Draco gasped as he felt emotions suddenly hit him as if from nowhere. He had been feeling vindictive and out of control, he just wanted to feel powerful again for a short while; bossing Crabbe around and tormenting a mini-Slytherin had been most satisfying; but the sudden shock of feeling Harry’s reaction left him slightly breathless.
With this expression of his feelings, Harry started to feel more rational again. He wasn’t sure what made him do it, but he began directing his thoughts in the direction of things he would have felt if he had treated the girl the way Draco and Crabbe had. He let feelings of regret and remorse resonate through the bond, things he wanted Draco to feel with regard to how much he and Crabbe had upset the young girl with no clear motivation.
Draco felt his own body trembling; as much as he had felt like he had needed to act the way he had and knew that it was much how he had always acted, the waves of remorse rolling off Harry left him wanting to take it back, wanting to turn to the young girl and make it better. It was so strange to feel Harry manipulating his feelings.
It felt like an age before Harry pulled his hand away, but they could both tell that it had only really been a few seconds. Draco had to take a few calming breaths as he blinked away small tears that had begun to form; behind him he could hear Harry trying to catch his own breath. It was only then, with the forced feelings starting to fade, that Draco truly began to comprehend what had happened and now he was really pissed off.
Draco slowly got up from his seat, turning to face Harry, who had taken a step back from him and was looking at his own hands in surprise; there was very little space between them and Draco was suddenly very aware of the extra inches the other boy had on him. He was, however, not at all in the mood to bend to anyone else's will and, ignoring the way that his submissive instincts were screaming at him, he gave Harry a small shove with both hands; apparently it was not enough to move Harry at all, though it did make Harry meet his eyes.
"How dare you?" Draco angrily demanded to know, his voice dangerously quiet and his wings stretched wide behind him. "What give you the right to come over here and manipulate my feelings?” he asked, his voice pinched, as though resisting the urge to yell. “You don’t get to decide how I live or what I feel." Draco’s wings flared out, higher and wider, as he pushed Harry again, harder this time; it was enough that Harry had to take half a step back.
Harry was a little shocked when he pulled out his own wings without consciously deciding to do so, his whole body naturally taking on a dominant stance, towering over Draco in a way that should have had his submissive backing off; this of course didn't take into account that his submissive was Draco Malfoy.
"I won't tolerate you being a bully, Draco," Harry said firmly through clenched teeth.
"No, it is only you who gets to be a bully right; even if you do save it all for me,” Draco sneered, his eyes narrowed angrily as he fought his gut reaction to back down. He was aware of his friends close by and, as much as anything else, he couldn’t afford to lose face in front of them. It was without much thought that he reached up, and somewhat aggressively, put a hand on Harry's cheek.
He ignored Harry’s expression of shock and what might have been a flicker of fear, as he tried to focus; Draco tried to make Harry feel guilty about the way he was treating Draco but all the blond could think about was how angry he was at Harry.
Harry's eyes started to widen as his mind seemed to fill with additional emotions, ones he knew were not his own. It was such a strange sensation, the two of them staring into each other’s eyes as more of Draco showed Harry exactly how he was feeling; his anger at Harry's reaction to what Hermione told them, his fear of the pregnancy, his desperation at feeling like he had no control and his frustrations of actually lusting after Harry.
Harry was struggling to catch his breath; it was overwhelming and made everything make so much more sense now he could literally feel what Draco felt. He was also beginning to understand what Draco probably had felt when he had done this to him; Draco’s anger, in the face of that comprehension, certainly made a good deal more sense to him now. Hope flared in him then and, in a split second decision, he raised his own hand and put it gently on Draco's cheek and focused on showing his emotions to the blond.
It seemed to work because Draco's eyes widened, much like Harry’s had, and his pupils dilated. As their emotions flit back and forward between them in a private, silent conversation, Harry felt Draco’s anger began to leave; the mutual understanding was beginning to strip away all emotions except for their growing lust.
It took very little time at all before they were both painfully hard and gasping for air, and it felt like the most natural thing in the world when Harry moved his free hand to behind Draco's head, fingers threading into Draco’s long blond hair and pushed their lips together.
To Draco it was like an explosion; he could feel both his and Harry's pleasure kind of bouncing back and forth between the pair of them, he could feel Harry's magical energy practically filling him up making every nerve in his body seem to hum gently. In a desperate need for more Draco gripped the front of Harry's shirt and pulled till they were pressed firmly against one another.
Harry opened his mouth as Draco did the same, their tongues exploring hastily, wanting to taste each other; the kiss was clumsy and completely lacking in grace but the passion and enthusiasm from them both more than made up for it. They seemed to synchronously decide they needed free hands more than they needed to share their emotions and removed their hands from each other's cheeks. Draco wrapped his arms around Harry's neck as the taller boy picked the blond up off his feet, his slender legs wrapped around Harry's slim waist while they remained attached at the lips; neither of them had the presence of mind to even consider how it was that they were yet to run out of air; it felt like they had been kissing forever and yet for no time at all.
As Harry leaned him backwards, Draco used his wings to sweep plates of food and goblets of juice from the table; neither of them noticed, heard or cared as those around them scrabbled to get out of the way. The Table against Draco's back made it easier for Harry to push their bodies together, pressing his hips against Draco’s causing their fabric covered erections to brush against each other’s; Draco gasped into their kiss, a sound which quickly turned into a moan, and it sent joyful shivers down Harry’s spine.
It was a rather annoyed cough near their heads that eventually broke the moment as effectively as if they had been doused in cold water. Both boys flushed as they slowly looked up to meet the disapproving sneer of Professor Snape; Professor McGonagall was standing just to the side of the potions master, looking just as unimpressed.
"If you are done indulging your teenage hormones," Snape drawled with a tone of exasperation, looking disgusted at the sight of the two teenagers, "perhaps you would allow the other students to have their table back so they can conclude their dinner."
Coughing a little awkwardly, Harry stood back up, straightening his ruffled clothes; he held out a hand and helped Draco back onto his feet too. Harry was quite suddenly overly aware that every eye in the room was on him and the blond at his side, and that they had, in effect, just VERY publically announced that they were indeed together.
"We really do need to stop making such scenes in the Great Hall," Draco muttered to Harry under his breath, trying not to laugh; he knew he probably shouldn't find the situation quite so funny, but he was choosing to focus on the shocked expressions all around them rather than thinking about how messed up it all was.
"Well on the plus side, at least we managed to get past our nerves about making out," Harry retorted with a small wry smile. He made his face impassive when he spotted the expressions Snape and McGonagall were wearing; apparently the professors were not in the mood for such jokes.
Harry chanced a glance at the Gryffindor table, where he could see Ron staring wide eyed and looking slightly nauseous, and Hermione grinning brilliantly. He couldn't help but somewhat dread the conversation he would have to have with them later about this and was glad he had already been forthcoming with them about the situation; this would have taken a lot more explaining if they hadn't known about him and Draco being Erotes.
"Potter!" Snape snapped impatiently; Draco elbowed Harry in the ribs at the same time, both of them trying to get the Gryffindor's attention.
Harry turned to them quickly, a guilty expression on his face, as he silently cursed 'Damn' to himself. "Sorry sir," he said, knowing it really wasn't wise to ignore the Potions Master, even if he had only been doing it accidentally.
"Headmaster's office, NOW! Both of you," Snape demanded, glaring at them dangerously as he waiting for them to comply.
Pansy and Blaise gave them looks of sympathy as the young couple were herded out of the hall by their heads of house; both Harry and Draco kept their heads down not only to appear appropriately ashamed of their actions but also to hide the amused smiles that kept slipping into place.
-#-
Harry and Draco were sat in chairs in front of the Headmaster's desk, their respective heads of house at their shoulders, when Dumbledore entered the room. The headmaster didn't seem particularly annoyed and the sight of the usual twinkle in his eyes set Harry's mind somewhat at ease, despite the tension that was hanging in the air.
"Now then, boys," Dumbledore said almost jovially, as he moved across the office and took a seat in the large chair behind his desk. "I am assuming that display was not exactly planned." Harry could almost hear the laughter in the words as the Headmaster eyed them both closely, seemingly pleased when they both blushed furiously.
"Not exactly, sir, no," Harry agreed and Draco actually snorted a little in amusement; they hadn’t even been able to look at each other before dinner, let alone think about the idea of snogging on top of the Slytherin table.
"While we do understand that the two of you have somewhat.... extenuating circumstances,” McGonagall said sternly, looking between the two teenagers, “we would rather appreciate an explanation." Professor McGonagall didn’t really sound angry or upset with them, but Harry recognised that tone of voice; it told him she wanted them to appreciate the seriousness of their actions and was in no mood for anything messing around.
"I will try to explain,” Harry told her earnest, “however, I am not entirely certain that I, myself, understand what happened.” He glanced at Draco next to him, who gave a small shrug, which Harry took to mean that the blond understood no more than he did. “I wanted Draco to feel regret for picking on some Slytherin girl. Which worked,” he added quickly, before the any of the Professors could ask anything more about that.
“I was not exactly pleased by Harry messing with my head and tried to do the same to him in return,” Draco explained. It was a bit of an understatement really, he had been furious, but didn’t think that would be a helpful addition to the current discussion.
“But it was a little different,” Harry said hesitantly, looking to the blond next to him for confirmation, smiling softly when Draco nodded his agreement. “It was more like he was showing me exactly what he was feeling, like he projected his emotions straight into my head."
"I didn't mean to," Draco grumbled. "Couldn't focus, I was too pissed off."
"Mr Malfoy, watch your language," Snape reprimanded promptly, from where he was standing and listening intently.
"Sorry, sir,” Draco said, looking abashed. “Too much time spent with Gryffindors I think." Draco mumbled under his breath, earning an amused glare from Harry.
"Most curious, I am sure Miss Granger would be most excited to help you look into this phenomenon," Dumbledore suggested, carrying on apparently oblivious to Snape and Draco's remarks.
Harry snorted; Hermione would think Christmas had come early with a research project such as this. "Anyway, Sir,” Harry went on, “when I realised what Draco was doing, I wanted to respond.”
"I see, please continue," the headmaster prompted.
“I mean, I could feel and understand what Draco was feeling, and wanted to explain my own feelings to him,” Harry told them. “So I tried to do the same thing Draco was. I focused on showing him my emotions, without actually making him have to feel them. It was like our emotions were echoing off each other’s. It was...." Harry paused, trying to think of the word.
"... Intense," Draco finished, getting a nod of agreement from Harry.
"We got side tracked, I guess," Harry said, and he ran one of his hands through his hair nervously.
Snape actually failed to hold in his amusement at this point and snorted, earning wide eyed surprised stares from the three Gryffindors and an eye roll from Draco.
"You two getting sidetracked disrupted dinner for the whole school," Snape said, quickly regaining his stoic persona.
"Sorry, sir," Draco apologised hastily, hanging his head partly in shame and partly in embarrassment.
"Sorry," Harry mumbled reluctantly a few second later, when Draco looked up just enough to give him a pointed glare.
"All is forgiven,” the headmaster said jovially. “However,” he went on, becoming momentarily stern, “I must insist you do not allow such a thing to happen again." Harry and Draco both nodded their understanding, and Dumbledore’s mildly amused smile and kindly expression returned. "Now, I suggest you go find your friends, they will likely want you to recount this tale for their benefit too and I would so hate for you to not have enough time to do so before curfew."
-#-
The two boys walked in an awkward silence all the way to the Grand Staircase, where they would have to go separate ways to reach the Gryffindor and Slytherin common rooms. The two of them stopped and stood there, glad that there weren’t many other students in sight and not really sure what to say to each other after the rollercoaster of a day they had just had.
"I will see you in our rooms?" Harry asked, shoving his hands in his pockets and shrugging his shoulders.
Draco nodded, crossing his arms over his chest. "Assuming we can both survive the journeys through our common rooms to get there,” he remarked, not looking forward to seeing his housemates’ reactions to him making out with Harry. “Do you think Dumbledore would give us a doorway that didn't require going through a common room?"
"Unlikely,” Harry said with a wry smile. “I think he would tell us that he doesn't want to separate either of us from our houses or something; though honestly I just think he wants to watch us squirm in situations like this." Harry furrowed his brow in only half mock annoyance of the Headmaster's devious ways.
"Sadly, you are probably right,” Draco said with a sigh. “Pansy and Blaise are not going to let it rest till I give them something of an explanation about what happened this evening."
"Same with Ron and Hermione,” Harry said. “Let’s just bring them all into our rooms, might as well tell them everything at once, given that worked well last time," he suggested with another shrug of his shoulders.
Nodding his agreement, Draco headed off towards the dungeons and, once the blond was out of sight, Harry began the long climb to the Gryffindor tower.
-#-
If the complete silence when Draco stepped through the entrance to the Slytherin common room was unnerving, it was nothing compared to the rows and rows of eyes that were fixed intently on him.
Unable to move under the intense and curious glares of the watching students, Draco was very grateful when Pansy appeared at his side and dragged him across the room towards the portrait entrance to his and Harry's private quarters. He assumed that his friend was shooting dagger-like glares at the other students in the room, because many of them hurriedly tried to busy themselves, pretending they hadn't been staring at him.
"Password?" the portrait asked rather pompously when they reached it, the lady in the painting clearly annoyed that she had been made to wait for even a moment.
"Oh, right; Eros," Draco promptly told her, still feeling a little disconcerted by how closely his housemates were watching him, despite Pansy's annoyed looks around the room.
He stepped through when the doorway opened, Pansy following close behind him and he wasn't even slightly surprised when Blaise joined them only a second later, closing the door behind them. It seemed Harry wasn't there yet and Draco cast a charm to increase the light levels in the room without much conscious thought.
"So just how bad was Snape?"Blaise asked, as he stepped around Draco and threw himself into one of the comfortable chairs. "He looked very annoyed at you but that was nothing on the murderous glares Potter was getting. And nice rooms, Draco, by the way; apparently getting knocked up by boy heroes has its perks," he added with a teasing grin.
Draco promptly snatching up one of the many books still on their table, glaring at his friend as he threw it at the boy; though Draco clearly hadn't meant his friend serious harm as Blaise managed to dodge it easily with a small laugh.
"Snape was fine," Draco told them, taking his own seat on the sofa, knowing Harry would likely want a seat with him when he eventually arrived. "He seemed more amused than anything, not that he let it show. I think he was just struggling to keep his 'I'm evil' mask in place and over-compensated," Draco explained with a shrug of his shoulders. "They pretty much told us not to let it happen again."
"Wait, so you practically have sex with Harry Potter on the Slytherin table, in the middle of dinner and you DON'T get in trouble?" Pansy asked incredulously as she sat on the opposite end of the sofa from Draco.
"We did NOT practically have sex," Draco snarled indignantly.
"Potter pinned you to the table and ground himself against you, with his tongue down your throat," Blaise told him with a grin, "you basically were having sex with your clothes on, Draco." Blaise had to actually bite his lip then, to hold back a laugh at the sight of his friend's blushing face, the redness all the more evident due to Draco's pale complexion.
"It was pretty hot and heavy, Draco, not to mention sexy to watch," Pansy confirmed. "I was just about to start placing bets with Blaise about whether Harry would take your shirt or your trousers off first," she added with a grin.
It was at that moment that the door from the Gryffindor common room was flung open and sound poured into the room; it seemed that the Gryffindor reaction had been as loud as the Slytherin one had been quiet. Harry and Ron seemed to be almost thrown into the room, both of them stumbling backward as they entered.
"Harry was NOT going to take my clothes off in the middle of the Great Hall and we were NOT having sex!" Draco yelled, at the same time as the interruption. Ron and Harry both turned to look at a now fiercely blushing Draco.
"Do we want to know what conversation we just interrupted?" Ron asked.
Hermione, however, was still in the doorway, wand out and shouting. "You come one step closer, Seamus Finnegan, and you will have a lot more to worry about than just a body-bind like I put on Ginny." And with that she stepped backwards through the portrait and slammed it, shutting out the sounds of the Gryffindor common room.
"Well that was certainly quite an entrance," Blaise said, lounging back on his chair and watching the others with a soft smile.
"ZABINI!" Hermione exclaimed, clutched at her heart, having seemingly been unaware of the others in the room. "You scared me half to death." she chastised, as she fought to normalise her breathing and heart rate.
"As you did to us, with all that noise from your common room. Do Gryffindors have any sense of decorum at all?" Pansy asked, a slight sneer to her expression.
"They were rather... enthusiastic with their questions," Harry conceded, with an annoyed frown at the door they had just come through. He had known that a lot of the students were going to have questions, but he hadn't really anticipated being besieged by so many of his housemates the second he stepped through the entrance.
Ginny had been particularly demanding, and seemed rather hurt that Harry hadn't taken the time to explain it to her personally before. He had thought she had moved past whatever feelings she had for him; he just hoped that her reaction was that of a friend, and that she hadn't been hoping for something more. She had been relentless either way, and Hermione had had to step in and body-bind her, while Ron herded him across the room, through the mass of students, to Sir Selwyn's portrait.
"Talking of questions," Ron said, taking a seat in the free chair and watching as Harry went to sit somewhat awkwardly between Pansy and Draco. "Are you going to tell us what the hell happened at dinner, mate?"
"I would rather like to know that too," Hermione said, sitting on the table next to her books as all the seats were currently occupied. "I mean, I am happy for you both and at least Draco's magic levels will be better now," Hermione pointed out with a smile.
"HERMIONE!" Harry exclaimed, giving her a disbelieving look; he wasn't sure he was ready for everyone else in the room to know but if they had caught her words they were going to have to explain what she meant by that to the others. 'I really hope they are less quick on the uptake than I think they are' he thought to himself.
'Sorry,' Hermione mouthed silently at the rather annoyed looking couple.
"Okay, now you really have some explaining to do," Pansy declared eagerly, shuffling forward to sit on the front edge of the sofa so she could look between Draco and Harry.
"Hermione found a book that seems to say that the more... intimate they are the longer Malfoy can go without needing physical contact with Harry," Ron explained quickly, "Hermione caught me up while we were waiting for you," he added when Harry gave him a 'thanks for that' look.
Harry wasn't entirely sure how he felt about Ron putting it so bluntly but supposed it was probably better than a dragged out explanation which would likely be far more embarrassing.
"So now that they essentially humped each other, Draco will be okay away from Potter for longer, he won't get as tired so quickly?" Blaise asked, sounding sceptical.
Hermione screwed up her nose in apparent distaste of his crude language but attempted to clarify. "Maybe. We don't really have any idea how long that energy with last and the text I read seemed to imply that even with sexual intercourse that it would still only allow for a day without contact, two at most."
"Honestly I don't understand why you two aren't screwing like bunnies then," Blaise told them bluntly, giving a salacious wink in their direction. "Particularly if it would make your lives so much easier. You already did it once anyway," Blaise point out bluntly.
"BLAISE!" Draco snapped, overly aware of how close Harry was, next to him. "I'll have you know we don't even remember that night; so while yes, we might have technically already had sex, but it sure doesn't feel like it."
Looks of comprehension dawned on Pansy and Blaise's faces and Ron's seemingly unsurprised expression made it obvious Hermione had filled him in on that detail earlier too.
"Well now this is awkward," Pansy said when they had sat in a tense silence for several very long minutes. "We should leave, let Potter get back to exploring the back of Draco's throat," she added in a hope of lightening the mood.
It was fortunate that she was quick on her feet and was through the doorway to the Slytherin common room before Harry and Draco could recover enough from her words to react. Laughing Blaise bid them all good night and followed Pansy; at the doorway he stopped and turned back to Harry with a smirk, "Do be gentle with him, Potter."
With that the portrait that lead back into the Slytherin common snapped shut behind him, leaving an even more annoyed Draco and a very red-faced Harry to bid good night to Ron and Hermione.
"Our friends definitely seem to be enjoying this; a bit too much for my liking," Draco growled once he and Harry were alone in their room; the two of them were standing a few feet apart, neither quite able to meet the other's eye.
Harry nodded. "I know what you mean," he said, smiling softly. As embarrassing as their remarks sometimes were, he was just glad that their friends were all teasing each other and them, rather than causing real problems.
"About earlier..." Draco started a little nervously.
"... we should do more of that," Harry finished for him quickly, and did a worryingly good impression of Draco’s usual smirk.
Draco laughed loudly. "Not what I was going to say, but I think that is a much better way to end that sentence anyway. When were you thinking?" he asked, smiling now too.
"Well I don't have any specific plans right now," Harry said, stepping forward into Draco's personal space, finally managing to look him in the eye, "so I can probably work something out for about thirty seconds from now."
"Too long," Draco declared and, plastering himself against Harry's front, he joined their mouths for their second real kiss; both of them were in complete agreement at that moment that Harry was right: they really should do this more often.

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