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1,000 Points From Gryffindor
1,000 Points From Gryffindor by @blithelybonny
Chapters: 12/12 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson, Ginny Weasley, Dean Thomas, Neville Longbottom, Seamus Finnigan, Theodore Nott, Morag MacDougal, Original Male Character(s), Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Humor, Shenanigans, a silly mystery, Feels, Comfort, Blow Jobs, Snark, Banter, Hogwarts Eighth Year, Community: hd_erised
Summary:
The story of how Harry Potter single-handedly lost Gryffindor the House Cup while attempting to have a ânormalâ year at Hogwarts. Featuring Harry's suspicious nature turned up to eleven again, a new DADA teacher who is so not here for Harryâs fame, multiple detentions, Slytherins being sneaky, Hufflepuffs being sneakier, and the mystery of Draco Malfoy's hoodie because seriously Hermione who gave that to him and is he wearing it just to torment me? This is ridiculous!
Excerpt:
Once theyâd climbed out of the entrance and were on their feet at the top of the Gryffindor Tower staircase, Malfoy gave Harry a look he couldnât quite read and then, leaving no room for doubt, Malfoy quirked out his elbow to offer Harry his arm. Harry looked back and forth between Malfoyâs elbow and his face, searching for the prank or the moment Malfoy was going to snatch it back and laugh at him, but none came, and so Harry exhaled slowly and then slipped his arm through Malfoyâs proffered one. Together, they set off down the stairs.
âYou know, Iâd sort of been wondering,â Harry said, after a moment, âif this thing really was as soft as it looked.â
âIt very much is,â Malfoy replied. âThe insideâs all cozy and worn.â
âWarm?â
âThat too, but I meant worn, as in well-worn. Lived-in, I think they call it.â
Harry narrowed his eyes. âWell, that makes sense, as youâve been wearing it practically non-stop since October.â
Malfoy chuckled at that. âYouâd have done the same if you had one. But it was pretty well-worn before I got my hands on it too,â he said, teasingly.
The opening was obvious, and Harry really didnât want to take the bait, but, well, despite knowing that Malfoyâs alleged and now-proven-nonexistent Hufflepuff boyfriend or girlfriend hadnât given it to him, as well as knowing that he was being ridiculous getting so worked up over it, Harry was still curious. âIf I just flat-out ask you, like I was planning at the beginning of the year, youâre not going to give me a straight answer, are you?â he asked, already knowing the answer.
âYou could try,â Malfoy replied.
âOh, thatâs a ânoâ.â
âThat is very much a ânoâ,â Malfoy teased.
âFuck, you really are awful, you know that?â
âAgain, Potter, I am quite aware. The real question is, what does it say about you that youâre attracted to me anyway?â
Harry stopped them in their tracks. âIâm not attracted to you,â he insisted, but it sounded hopelessly weak to his own ears anyway. Malfoy just pursed his lips and stared at Harry until he was forced to admit, âAll right, fine, yes, I am, Merlin help me, Iâm attracted to you. No earthly idea why, though.â
âI think itâs because you want someone who can both keep up with you and challenge you to do more or do better, and,â Malfoy said smugly, âI like to think that I most certainly fit those qualifications.â
âBecause youâre a total arse?â
âNo, or, well, yes, partly--because honestly, Potter, youâre a bit of an arse yourself, you know--but really because...well, because...oh, fuck it!â Malfoy grabbed Harry by the shirt, tugged him in, and kissed him soundly.
Harry had only experienced a few kisses in his short eighteen years on earth, and all of them had been different.
With Cho, it had been wet and cold, and while he certainly didnât blame her because sheâd had incredibly complicated feelings and likely hadnât been ready so soon after Cedric had died, the kiss had been painfully awkward and had quite honestly put him off kissing for a long while.
With Ginny, it had been soft and warm and sort of equaling the feeling he got when he was able to sink into a warm bath after a hard work-out. Kissing her had felt safe and easy, which wasnât bad at all, but it wasnât exactly what heâd always expected a kiss to feel like.
When heâd stood there and watched Hermione throw down her wand, run over to Ron, and sweep him up in the biggest, grandest kiss heâd ever seen, had watched Ron abandon all sense and lift her into his arms to kiss her fiercely back, Harry knew what heâd been missing in those soft sweet kisses from before.
He felt it now.
It was like Fiendfyre in his veins, rushing through him and threatening to devour him whole. He was being swallowed up by it, consumed by it. He was never going to be the same after this moment. The passion and the intensity overwhelmed him, and he gave himself up to it.
Malfoy sucked on his lower lip, and Harry moaned softly, as he wrapped his arms around Malfoyâs waist and pulled him in. Their bodies pressed flush together, and Malfoy ground his hips against Harryâs own, eliciting another agonized moan from Harry. Merlin, it felt so good. Malfoy felt so incredible, so good, so everything--it was too much and it wasnât enough and it was everything in between.
âCome on, Potter,â Malfoy urged, sounding like the words had been punched out of him.
âWha--what?â Harry managed, dazed and dizzy with want.
Malfoy turned suddenly and started towards the Slytherin dormitory portrait entrance at the end of the hallway. âCome on, you can walk me back to my room,â he said, in low voice.
Harry swallowed hard. âTo your room?â he echoed, barely a whisper.
âIf you like,â Malfoy replied, tossing it almost casually over his shoulder. He was tense though, Harry could see it in the rigid line of his back, but whether out of fear of rejection or something else, Harry couldnât be sure.
He wasnât ready, though, he knew that. âWait,â he said, before reaching out and tugging Malfoy back. Malfoy turned around, and Harry wrapped him in an embrace again. He kissed Malfoy again, passionately, but a little less intensely this time. He let himself memorize the shape of Malfoyâs mouth, let himself sigh as Malfoy pressed even closer and slotted his lips between Harryâs, opening himself again like a flower to the sun.
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