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This year is to be the year of growth; a year of healing; a year for new beginnings… At least that is what Professor McGonagall said it was supposed to be about. Pretty sure when she was saying that she didn’t consider this group of selected “eighth years” she brought back into the school. Or the new teacher aids for that matter. It was mandatory for the Head Boy and Girl to come together to create a unity night for the eighth years, as they were now a house of all house members.
Head Girl wanted to do board games and speed talks to get to know everyone. Obviously, that wasn’t going to do shit. The Head Boy had to step in, and what better way than to enlist the help of their new Charms’ and Potions’ teacher apprentices? Who was he to judge if there was a little extra experimenting going on in all sense of the term? Most of them weren’t able to focus on anything growing up except surviving.
So, Harry did what Harry did best; go with the flow and let others think he was oblivious to what was going on around him. It was better this way. People didn’t question him if they didn’t know he is planning anything in particular. Fred and George understood, that is why they dared to help him in this current feat.
Harry was deprived. It is not a guess, or speculation. It is a fact. Harry was deprived of love, touch, a normal upbringing-if you could call it that. This year was his chance. Not just his though, there was someone else who didn’t get to experience growing up like the rest of their peer cohorts. Someone else who was in need of a second chance at just being a normal teenager for once, and Harry was determined to give that to them and anyone else in eighth year who needed that.
Tonight’s hang out is precisely why Harry found himself meeting up with George after their latest Charms lesson; to discus his latest essay and review some theory. Or at least that is what he told Hermione when class ended.
“Ahh Mr. Potter, what do I owe the pleasure?” the redhead smirked and winked as Harry walked up to his desk.
Harry rolled his eyes “Shut up you prat. You know why I’m here” Harry reached his desk and threw his bag down before turning and jumping to sit on it.
“Ohhhh you want to do that? Now? Harry, you know I couldn’t. What if the Professor walks in?” George loved to see how long it would take him to blush, it was his favorite pass-time.
Harry mock scowled, knowing full well what George was doing. “You are the professor- and no not that. I told you and your brother we aren’t doing that again any time soon. I have plans, and I don’t intend on letting you two and your sex-crazed shenanigans get in the way again.” He paused, “Unless you intend on helping with my dilemma”.
“I think I speak for both of us when I say we would do anything for you, Harry. You know this. So, what can we do you for?” George leaned against the desk in front of his and watched Harry’s face for reaction. He and his brother loved the green-eyed Lion standing before him. Most of their family thought Harry was a part of the family- one of their brothers. That could not be further from the truth. Harry was not their brother, he was not just Ron’s best friend, or the little boy they rescued their fourth year from a room with bars on his windows. He was theirs. Just theirs. They didn’t need to put a definition on anything because they knew it didn’t matter. He and Fred could never keep a relationship long because no one else understood their relationship as twins, not even their own families. Harry was the only one who did, let alone the only one who cared enough to get to know them as individuals.
Harry watched George smirk at him and wondered if he was still okay with this plan. He wasn’t going to lose George to a plan that only had a chance in hell in working. He wasn’t even sure if his guess was accurate. It was just a feeling, those tended to be right for him, and right now, George was masking something. “What are you hiding? I thought you were joking around, but there’s something else. What is it?”
George quirked his brow and internally, his heart stopped. How does he do that? “Nothing is up, Harry. Are you ready for tonight?” George kept his smile on. He wasn’t going to let him know that easily.
Harry’s eyes squinted, “Yes. I have everything up in my trunk- thanks again for getting it all for me, and brewing it in Fred’s case. “Now, are we going to talk about what is on your mind? Do I have to pull it out of you? Fred was acting weird too, just tell me what is going on? If you aren’t okay with this, then why did you let me go through with it? Why not say something sooner? Either of you?”
Harry jumped down from the desk and was only a foot away from George. Close enough for George to grab his arm before he picked up his bag and to pull the man to his chest and smother his lips with his own. The desperation behind the kiss was apparent to Harry immediately. Though, the tongue down his throat was much too distracting to inquire about it further. Harry gave in and let the taller man shower him with desire. This was his weakness; they were always his weakness.
George broke the kiss first, “We are okay with this. We are just worried that you’re going to end up in a situation with relationships that we are. We don’t want you to resent or regret what we are, but we sure as hell don’t want you to have any regrets in life, Harry. You are more important to us than you could ever imagine, and if this is what you want, and if it is what will keep you ours, then we will make it work. The others, won’t ever understand it though, and you could lose people. You could lose the rest of our family.”
Harry’s eyes flashed with something George couldn’t quite figure out, but it was fierce with a dash of sexy. “My family would love me and accept me no matter what I choose to do with my life and future. They should know by now what I care about and don’t care about in regards to image. If they have a problem with who I chose to be with, then they are not my family.” With that, Harry picked up his bag and ran off to dinner.
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Harry was the last one into the Dorms after dinner. Apparently, Fred and George needed to remind him that he was theirs no matter what. He rolled his eyes at that because when was that ever in question?
Everyone was already in the eighth year’s common room, so he ran up to his dorm and grabbed the crate from his trunk. Tonight, was to be enlightening and hopefully a lot of fun. Harry checked the crate once more to make sure everything was there before closing it and running back downstairs with it.
As Harry came back to the common room, the rest of the eighth years began to cheer. He was glad to know that his classmates were having fun with the unity nights. They all may be of age, but they were still allowed to have fun and be kids this year. Harry set the crate down and started to get everyone’s attention when their “chaperones” had entered to join the fun.
Harry opened the crate and started to pull out shot glasses and a case of vials containing something that the rest in the room had no idea what it was. A few looks of skepticism started to appear around the table. “Okay, so here is how this going to work: we are stepping up the games this week because you all have no fears when it comes to Never Have I ever or spin the bottle.” He paused and looked at a couple of the students who ended up being a little too rowdy at last week’s spin the bottle. Red cheeks started to fill the circle. “To combat this and fill the voids of teenage hormones, we have a classic game brought to you with a twist. Truth or Dare! Twist in the drinks. You pick Dare, you get a shot of whatever liquor you choose from the center of the table. Pick Truth, and you will put a drop-DROP of this potion on your tongue. I cannot stress that enough. Unless you want to be blubbering idiot and tell everyone every single thought that crosses your mind, you will head my warning. IF you pick truth, place a drop on your tongue and wait for the person to give your truth, the potion is a modified version of Veritaserim. This is nowhere near as potent and will not last as long. This was made for games like this in mind, it has a compulsion in it for you to tell the truth, or what is on your mind in that minute, instead of forcing you to speak without wanting to. Just keep it to a drop. Once you have answered the question, swish some water around and swallow it, the effects will be gone immediately.” Harry continued pulling everything out of the case and passing things around.
One of the blushing classmates from last week now scowled at Harry before walking up to him to put her two-sense in. “Harry! You can’t give students truth serum! That is completely against the rules! You’re Head Boy!”
Harry rolled his eyes, “No, I can’t force truth serum down their throats.There isn’t a rule that says I can’t supply it for them to take it for themselves. There is no rule that I can’t give them a modified potion that is better. It is the only way to make it fair.” He fixed his friend with a look that said he really wanted to roll his eyes at her. “Come on Hermione, its me. Do you really think I would harm any of the students? No. So, lighten up and have some more fun! We all know you did last week.” Harry smirked at his friend.
“Harry! This is so unlike you lately! Are you okay?” She suddenly looked so concerned.
Now he did roll his eyes, “Yes, Hermione. I’m perfectly fine. I just want us all to have some fun and get to know each other better!”
“Fine, but I don’t have to like it.” She took her shot glass and vial from Harry and went and sat down next to Parvati and Lavender, surprisingly. Huh, that was new.
Once everyone had their tools for the game he took his own seat amongst all of the couches and bean bags surrounding the fireplace. They all decided to make this area truly comfy and home like for them. McGonagall wasn’t going to argue.
Harry chose one of the beanbags and the twins followed close behind. Internally he was becoming exasperated with them and their secrets. They don’t usually keep secrets from him. Externally, that also showed, but no one was the wiser as to why.
“So, Harrikins, who shall start this fest?” Fred smirked down at Harry knowing full well how Harry was going to play this game.
“Well Fredward, as chaperone, you should show us how it’s done, Truth or Dare” Harry smirked at the surprise on Fred’s face. Maybe he didn’t know how to night was going to go
Not wanting to give away anything, Fred shared a brief glance at George who seemed just as shocked and turned back to Harry. Thinking he would out play those Green emeralds he picks, “Truth.” And puts a drop of the serum onto his tongue
Without skipping a beat Harry was ready with his question, “How many NEWTS did you actually receive and what were they?”
Fred blinked and went slacked jawed. What is he playing at? He knows this. “I received six NEWTS for the six that I took. I had all O’s in potions, charms, herbology, Ancient Runes, and Defense. Exceeds Expectations for arithmancy-I hate numbers. George does the math. Fred Blinked again and then took a sip of water to wash out the remnants of the potion before getting up and grabbing the bottle of whiskey and taking a swallow. This was going to be a long night, especially if Harry didn’t play fair.
All eyes were on Fred and wide, they all thought they hadn’t taken their NEWTS yet and that was why they were their teacher aids for two of their classes. Truth was, they were asked because of their Newts and so that Professor Flitwick could cover defense classes when Remus had to be away. And until Professor McGonagall could find a replacement Potions professor-Fred was it. Besides, there was no better Potions Master to tutor under than, Professor Snape. McGonagall was able to have another Portrait made so he could travel between the classroom and labs and not just the Headmistress’s office. It was great most of the time because Snape couldn’t yell at Fred when he wanted to experiment, he encouraged it as long as he talked out his reasoning.
Fred sat down and watched Harry warily, still questioning his motive for that question. He rallied quick though because it was his turn. “Parvati!” He couldn’t let Harry get to him or know when he would extract is revenge. “Truth or Dare.”
In true Gryffindor fashion, “Dare!” she smirked and got up to get her shot, then sat back down on the couch with her legs across Hermione’s and Lavender’s. Fred must’ve noticed the same thing Harry did because his next words were, “I dare you to make out with Hermione”
Parvati slammed her shot, “Easy” and turned her sights on Hermione and pulled her head to her own. There was a squeak from Hermione, but it wasn’t long before she caved herself, and fell into the rhythm of kissing the girl back.
After a few moments, the girls separated and Parvati smiled, “Truth or dare, wiseacre”
Hermione was redder than she was when Harry gave his beginning speech, maybe even redder than she was last week. What no one expected her to do next was say “Truth.” And put the dropper over tongue.
Parvati blinked for a second before realizing the power she had in this moment. “Who’s the better kisser, Me or Lavender?” Parvati smirked and watched the chaos unfold.
“I liked you both for different reasons. Parvati knows how to use her tongue in a way that doesn’t make me feel like I am being slobbered on, while Lavender made me feel sexy.” Hermione covered her mouth with both hands, horrified of that admission she just made. Hermione ran to the table to grab water. After swishing the water like Harry said, taking a deep breath, she turned around to see the damage.
She frowned, Parvati and Lavender were smirking at her and side-eyeing each other. Everyone else around them were giggling or whispering. Harry was in his bean bag, full belly laughing with his head in Fred’s lap. He had a lot of nerve in her opinion. “Harry! My best friend and co- Head partner!” Harry paused his laughing but there was no getting rid of that smirk unless she did something to smack it off. “Truth or dare?”
Now Harry was prepared for a lot tonight, honestly, nothing could really surprise him. He knew what he wanted to happen tonight, and nothing was going to stop him, or keep him from having fun in the process. Hermione couldn’t give any truth or dare that he was too scared or nervous to answer at this point. So, he thought, might as well start slow and work his way up to the big finale. Whatever Hermione thought she knew about harry, there was equal, if not more to him than she could possibly imagine. He learned quite quickly how to keep his emotions and thoughts to himself. Therefore, there was no hesitation when he lifted his chin at her and said, “Dare, Wiseacre”, and winked at Parvati.
Hermione crossed her arms and smirked, then proceeded to give him the stupidest dare in Harry’s opinion. “I dare you to make out with Fred then if you think it’s so amusing.” Harry was a good friend. Great one really, but sometimes, he just needed knocked down a peg or two and brought back down to earth.
She was the one shocked, however, along with several others when Harry just stood up. Without, going to take a shot, he just turned around and straddled Fred’s lap and began to devour the other young man’s mouth.
Harry didn’t forget the alcohol; he didn’t need it to kiss his Fred. He just forgot that they weren’t public yet. Harry didn’t care though; Fred’s hands were on his hips and wonderful things were happening inside their mouths. They stayed like that for several minutes, just grinding against each other’s hips and pulling the other closer, when someone cleared their throat beside them.
They broke apart and were panting heavily, Harry gave Fred one more peck on the lips and stood up. He turned around to face Hermione and smiled when he saw that she was gob smacked and still red. Harry decided to rub it in even more and bowed to the crowd of dropped jaws and sips of water to distract them from the heat show that just happened. When he rose, he winked at Parvati once more and said, “Easy.”
Everyone laughed then, as did Harry completely oblivious to the dark looks, he was receiving from behind him. He’d be paying for that one, he knew it. Maybe more than once.
“Oi! What the fuck Harry?! That’s my brother! I thought you were in love with Ginny?” Ron was mad as hell; little did he know that Harry had plans for him as well tonight. He had plans for almost everyone he was close to.
Harry paused and quirked an eyebrow. “Ginny and I never got back together after sixth year. You know that. Besides, she and I are better as friends.”
“Don’t forget the part where you’re, like, extremely gay!” Ginny yelled from the couch she was sharing with Luna and Neville. The other two smiling hesitantly, and Ginny not giving a damn, just laughing at that fact.
Hermione and Ron looked at Harry dumbfounded. Harry rubbed the back of his head, “I mean… You were going to find out sooner or later. I kind of had to tell her first… You see- “
“I’m extremely gay too!” Ginny yelled across the room again. This was going to be one interesting night, Ginny thought as she watched them and smiled humorously.
Harry laughed, “Yeah, that! So, it was never going to work out between us.”
“So, you’re dating Fred then?!” Ron was still red. Harry just wasn’t totally sure if it was from anger or embarrassment, and he could see this getting into dangerous territory before he wanted it to.
Harry clapped his hands together, “Truth or Dare, Ron?” Harry smiled at his friends and the rest of the room went still.
Ron blinked, “I- Truth.” He answered and snapped his mouth shut as he waited for Harry’s question. Harry lifted his brow to his friend. Ron pulled the vile out of his pocket and let a drop of the potion fall to his tongue.
“How does it feel to be the only one here to kiss another guy?” Harry knew he wasn’t, but Ron was too chicken shit to own up to it otherwise. Besides, Harry wanted to know who, and what better way than under a compulsion? What he did not expect however was the answer to pop out of his best friend’s mouth.
Ron bit his lip before spitting out, “I wouldn’t know. I’ve been in a committed relationship with Blaise since fourth year.” He proceeded to slap his hands over his mouth before remembering he just had to take a drink of water.
It was now Harry’s turn to be gob smacked and he wasn’t the only one. Seemed everyone was in shock by this revelation. Including all Slytherin eighth years sharing the other bean bag next to the twins. “What the bloody hell do you mean you have been in a committed relationship since fourth year?!” Harry yelled the same time Draco had yelled “You’ve been dating him this whole time and didn’t bloody tell me?!”
Interesting, Harry thought. Draco hadn’t known either. That would have to be a discussion for another night because he proceeded to watch Ron walk over to Blaise, pull him up by his hand and into his chest. “I’m sorry we came out this way. I wasn’t expecting it.”
“I was. It’s okay, Ronald.” Blaise smirked and pulled Ron’s head to his for a passionate kiss. Whistles were thrown out, shock forgotten. “It’s your turn though, doll.” Blaise said to him after breaking apart.
“Right,” Ron turned his sights on George hoping and praying he picked truth. He had questions he wanted answered and knew George would know. “Oi George! Truth or dare!”
George chuckled but played along. “Truth little brother.” George knew he was going to get asked about Harry and Fred, it was obvious. Ron’s dumb move was asking the one person who knew how to work around the potion.
Ron squinted at his brother, “Are Fred and Harry dating?” Everyone turned and watched George, including Harry.
“It’s complicated.” George answered and quickly swallowed his water down. “My turn! Harrikins! Truth or dare?” George had dropped his voice, so Harry knew he meant business. He was about to play dirty and fuck with Harry’s game. Two can play that way though so here goes nothing!
Harry eyed George carefully, expecting him to try and throw a wrench in his plans. Not sure the angle, he opted for truth hoping George was going to play the game with him tonight and help him get what he wants.
George made sure he took the drop on his mouth before asking, “Since you think you’re so funny, what were the results of your NEWTS taken?” He smirked when seeing the little twitch in the corner of Harry’s eye. Let’s see how he gets out of this one shall we?
Harry swallowed hard. Okay not what I was expecting, but this is fine. I’m fine. Harry thought. “Of the five taken so far, I received three Outstanding’s and two Exceeds Expectations.” Before anything else came out of his mouth, Harry downed the water and immediately took two shots of whiskey right after. He really did NOT want to deal with the screaming woman behind him. “Thanks a lot George”, he thought to himself.
Harry carefully eyed around the room to judge the reactions before landing on Hermione who seemed to be confused on whether to be angry that he hadn’t told her, or angry that he hadn’t allowed her to help him study.
Ron, the oblivious, teddy bear, of a prat that is Harry’s best friend looked between Hermione and Harry, “Mate, I think you broke her!” He switched from Hermione to look back at Harry, in shock.
“Yes, well she can mind her business I’ll talk to her about it when I’m ready.” Harry rolled his eyes and turned away, leaving her sputtering some more. Harry looked around to figure out who his next target was going to be. If he wanted what he wanted to happen, he needed an in. Who to ask, who to ask? “Oi! Nott, Truth or Dare?”
Harry might have gotten red hot daggers for eyes watching him; from a few people. Theo, much credit to him, just smirked. “What do I get for playing along with this?”
Harry winked, “Depends on what you give me and if you play the game right.” Harry shrugged and motioned for him to give his answer.
Theo kept his smirk and place, all the while eyeing Harry speculatively. “Let’s see what you got, Potter. Dare.” He nodded back at Harry.
Harry chuckled; This guy has no idea what I am capable of. Harry watched the four snakes sitting on the bean bag, “I dare you to do the one thing that would get rouse out of Malfoy and make his eyes scream louder then they already are.” He locked eyes with Draco for just a moment. Not enough to make anyone wonder…yet; but it did happen. Harry quickly turned back to Nott.
Nott didn’t miss that moment between them. He saw it. He also knew Draco better than anyone else. Theo stood took two shots of courage *read tequila* off the center table, one for the dare, and another for the headache he is about to get from Draco’s whining for what he is about to do.
Theo turns from the liquor table and walks right up to Harry and pulls him tight up against his body, places his hand on Harry’s neck and crushes their lips together, very similar to what Harry had done to Fred earlier.
Harry leaned into the kiss, his mind screaming in victory. He knew Theo was Draco’s closest friend, if anyone could confirm Harry’s own thoughts, it would be him. This was it; Draco was going to see what happens when a half blood knows more than the genius pureblood in the room. Harry was half a lot of things; half-blood, half Gryffindor, half Slytherin. Seemed he was always split in half. Hopefully, after tonight, all the pieces would become whole for the first time in his life.
This continued for a couple moments before they mutually pulled back. Harry snorted, “That easy, huh?”
Theo stepped back and walked backwards towards the beanbag again, “You don’t know the half of it, but you might learn some tonight. Play your cards right.”
“See people keep telling me that, but I don’t think anyone really expects me to do it. To that I say, you don’t really know me at all, now do you?” He added the emphasis because that wasn’t just for Nott and Draco. That was for the rest of the room as well. “None of you really do.”
There was a scoff from next to the Slytherins, “That’s a funny joke Harry, you should tell it at family dinner.” Fred and George were rolling their eyes at him.
Harry pointed at them, “YOU, don’t count. Shut it.”
“Who me?” the twins said in unison. They continued to grate on Harry’s nerves while others just watch in bewilderment. Draco seemed to be in the same state as Hermione though. It was like everything he thought he knew, which was everything in his mind, had just gone poof, right out of his noggin and he had no idea what to do with all of this new information.
Draco was the first to break up the scuffle amongst the lions. “Someone want to explain what the fuck is going on here? How can you possibly get Truth or dare wrong?”
Harry and Theo both laughed at him, but it was Theo who answered his question. “That was the part you chose to fixate on during this whole ordeal? Not the twins’ apparent extra connection to Potter, or the fact that apparently the three of them have already taken some of their NEWTS, hell, not even that Hermione is a raging lesbian for Patil and Brown. No, you chose to fixate on the part where Potter said I had to play the game right. How do you know he was talking about Truth or Dare?” Theo watched his friend carefully because his next words would determine Theo’s next move.
The spectators of the game so far were enthralled by the new enlightening terms of the main game so far, but they were a bit slow to pick up that everything Harry had been doing, was leading up to something. There were a few people who questioned aloud what was going on. It soon got to an overwhelming point, and everyone was talking over each other about Harry’s supposed plans and feelings towards the rest of them.
Harry snapped, “Alright already! Merlin’s beard you all are ridiculous and need to calm the fuck down! Take a shot!” He looked around at everyone and watched as they all did as he said. “Now, can we get back to the task at hand? Nott, whom do you wish to go next?”
Theo winked at Harry, the annoying prat, and said, “Well there are so many good choices, but I am going with Draco. Truth or dare, Mate?” Harry had finally sat back down by the twins and watched the snakes join in on a game finally.
“What, you think I don’t know how to play so you want to trip me up? Fuck off, I can play. Dare.” Draco sat back, took a swig of his beer, and tried to look smug while he waited for Theo to give him his task.
Theo threw his head back and laughed once and clapped, “I dare you to give Potter a hard-on.” He gestured in Harry’s direction and waited.
Draco snapped his head around to look at Harry who just gaped back at him as if he didn’t see this coming tonight (Obviously he expected it… just not from Theo) “Wha- I- You can’t-… What the fuck Nott?!”
Everyone laughed around the room, what they didn’t expect was for Draco to quickly recover and stand. “You know what? Fuck it. You lot would just love a show wouldn’t you? You’d all love for me to make a fool of myself in front of the savior, wouldn’t you? You don’t think I could do it, could you?!”
“Actually, we’ve been waiting for this day since fourth year. You two are just too stubborn to see what we could since then.” Lavender spoke up to him, stopping Draco in his rant.
George coughed “Third year” and covered his mouth. “Excuse me.” He smirked down at Harry and winked.
Harry, much to his credit, did not say anything quite yet. He sat back and watched Draco sputter some more before turning to look right at him. “Are you going to let them keep talking about us like this?”
“First, I don’t let them do anything.” Harry snorted, “Second, couldn’t if I tried. And Third,-“ Harry sat back and smirked, “Lost your backbone, Malfoy?” Waiting for Malfoy’s next move, Harry took a drink of whiskey, then proceeded to drop his empty glass on Fred’s lap. The redhead looked up at him and gave him a look of pure excuse you? Harry ignored him and walked towards Draco.
Everyone waited with bated breath to see what the young men would do. “What are you playing at, Potter?” Draco quirked his brow in question toward him.
“I’m just playing the game. Right now though-“Harry stepped closer. “I’m waiting for you to do your dare.” Harry poked his chest causing Draco to take a step back. The room went silent, waiting for the fun to begin.
Draco took a step back and straightened to his full height; a full 6 inches above Harry. “Don’t push me, Potter. You might regret it.”
Harry didn’t have a subtle bone his body, therefore, he didn’t hesitate when he thumped Draco in the chest again and continued on, “Or what, you going to try and teach me a lesson? Teach me how to be a pompous, stuck-up prick? I’m sorry, I have Aunt Andi for that, the Blacks really care about their Heirs showing proper- what’s the word?” Harry lifted his hand to Draco’s shoulder to brush off some supposed dust or soot from him. “Decorum.”
Draco had enough. He grabbed Harry’s wrist midair as the boy had begun to pull back from his shoulder. Draco used the leverage to push him to straighten out and proceeded to wrap him around, holding both of their arms firmly across Harry’s chest. Draco leaned in and whispered low in his ear, “You don’t really know me at all either. Do you?”
Harry laughed. He had the blonde right where he wanted him. With a wink to the twins, he maneuvered his weight and dropped to one knee. Draco came flying over Harry’s shoulder and smacked, back first, on the ground. What Harry did not anticipate however, was Draco to grab his neck on the way down and flip Harry on top of him. Harry steadied himself over Draco and smirked, “That all you got, Malfoy? I think you gave me worse in first year.”
Draco, for his credit just rolled his eyes, and bucked Harry off his hips, forcing the ebony haired man to catch himself over Draco. Harry’s groin was very close to Draco’s face, and he knew it. It took everything in him to not bow out in defeat right there.
Draco, the true snake he is, slithered from under Harry. He was quick to the draw and got Harry on his back and pinned with a sticking charm. All Harry did was laugh.
“Do you truly think that this will keep me here?” Harry smirked up at the blonde.
Draco kept his stone mask in place. “Of course not. But it, might get you to hold still long enough to get you to shut the hell up and listen for once in your, Merlin be damned, life.” Draco moved over to crawl over Harry; careful to keep a leg between his. Draco’s hands were on each side of Harry’s head, and everyone around them let out a heavy breath in anticipation of what he would do next.
Harry stopped breathing and stared into those stormy eyes. This was the moment that everything would change, and he knew it. With all seriousness he dared him one more time, “Do it, Malfoy.”
Draco lowered his chest down and pressed his weight down on top of Harry, both men admiring the other’s form. Draco broke the gaze first and lowered is face to Harry’s ear and whispered, “You should’ve stopped when I told you to Potter.” He proceeded to flick the ear of the man beneath him with his tongue and nibble at it. He continued his ministrations onto Harry’s neck.
“I think you are under the impression that you are the one in control here, Malfoy. I assure you, that everythingthat will happen tonight is by my own design.” Harry tilted his head to give Draco more of his neck and lifted his leg so their hips would allow for more friction. In doing so, Draco rolled his hips into Harry’s and gave him another bite to the collar bone. Harry couldn’t hold it back, he let out a low moan. Fuck, I’m going to take him so hard for this, Harry thought as he slowly started being able to move his fingers.
Harry hadn’t stopped letting out moans and whines as Draco continued to kiss him everywhere except the one place he wanted. He let out a low chuckle however, as he felt the last of the sticking charm wear off.
The blonde didn’t like the sound of that but wasn’t too concerned. He knew Harry was turned on. What he didn’t expect though, was Harry’s hand to grab his waist with one hand, and his hair with the other. Harry pulled Draco’s head back to look in his eyes once more. “Kiss me, you idiot” he said. There was a lot being said in that look. Harry’s eyes were always intense, but right now there was a sort of eternal pool of love and desperation there. It was a little more than overwhelmingly unbelievable to comprehend.
Draco slammed their mouths together and held on for dear life. It took Harry’s breath away, to finally be able to kiss the man of so many of his fantasies.
All thoughts of the game left the rest of the students’ minds. They all sat back and stared in shock at the interaction of the two rivals. There were some wolf whistles and hollers at the couple. None of them could argue that the two men were incredibly hot. There were several blushing cheeks around the room, and another fair few who decided that they needed to find relief. As Draco and Harry continued to make out on the floor, everyone else slowly started to file out of the common room and head to their dorms.
Eventually everyone but Harry, Draco and the twins were left in the common room. It was very clear the game was over, and the masses were very kind to give them the room for the time being.
Fred decided to break up the groping session as George moved the bean bag they were on over by the fireplace. “Alright, you two, we aren’t done yet. Up you get!” Fred pulled at Draco’s shoulder to get him to raise off of Harry.
“Oi! I was busy! You could wait.” Harry let out a huff as he was lifted to his feet and dragged over to the fire. “Fred, what are we doing?” he looked around, “Where did everyone go?”
George laughed, “Wow, you prat. They left because you two horndogs were too busy to continue to play the game and gave everyone a massive need to go get laid. Probably. I don’t know, they left, that’s all that matters. Now, drink up! Both of you!” The red head smirked as both younger men sat down on the bean bag and given two bottles of the liquor from the table.
Draco stared at the twins speculatively as they pulled the other beanbag over and sat down with them as well. “Why didn’t you two leave the others?
Fred and George looked from the blonde to Harry who kept a blank face, much to their frustration. They didn’t have to answer, however, Harry did. “Because the game isn’t over. It’s just getting started…”