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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 “normal” year at Hogwarts. Featuring Harry's suspicious nature turned up to eleven again, a new DADA teacher who is so not here for Harry’s 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 they’d climbed out of the entrance and were on their feet at the top of the Gryffindor Tower staircase, Malfoy gave Harry a look he couldn’t 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 Malfoy’s 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 Malfoy’s proffered one. Together, they set off down the stairs.

“You know, I’d sort of been wondering,” Harry said, after a moment, “if this thing really was as soft as it looked.”

“It very much is,” Malfoy replied. “The inside’s all cozy and worn.”

“Warm?”

“That too, but I meant worn, as in well-worn. Lived-in, I think they call it.”

Harry narrowed his eyes. “Well, that makes sense, as you’ve been wearing it practically non-stop since October.”

Malfoy chuckled at that. “You’d have done the same if you had one. But it was pretty well-worn before I got my hands on it too,” he said, teasingly.

The opening was obvious, and Harry really didn’t want to take the bait, but, well, despite knowing that Malfoy’s alleged and now-proven-nonexistent Hufflepuff boyfriend or girlfriend hadn’t given it to him, as well as knowing that he was being ridiculous getting so worked up over it, Harry was still curious. “If I just flat-out ask you, like I was planning at the beginning of the year, you’re not going to give me a straight answer, are you?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

“You could try,” Malfoy replied.

“Oh, that’s a ‘no’.”

“That is very much a ‘no’,” Malfoy teased.

“Fuck, you really are awful, you know that?”

“Again, Potter, I am quite aware. The real question is, what does it say about you that you’re attracted to me anyway?”

Harry stopped them in their tracks. “I’m not attracted to you,” 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, “All right, fine, yes, I am, Merlin help me, I’m attracted to you. No earthly idea why, though.”

“I think it’s because you want someone who can both keep up with you and challenge you to do more or do better, and,” Malfoy said smugly, “I like to think that I most certainly fit those qualifications.”

“Because you’re a total arse?”

“No, or, well, yes, partly--because honestly, Potter, you’re a bit of an arse yourself, you know--but really because...well, because...oh, fuck it!” 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 didn’t blame her because she’d had incredibly complicated feelings and likely hadn’t 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 wasn’t bad at all, but it wasn’t exactly what he’d always expected a kiss to feel like.

When he’d stood there and watched Hermione throw down her wand, run over to Ron, and sweep him up in the biggest, grandest kiss he’d ever seen, had watched Ron abandon all sense and lift her into his arms to kiss her fiercely back, Harry knew what he’d 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 Malfoy’s waist and pulled him in. Their bodies pressed flush together, and Malfoy ground his hips against Harry’s 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 wasn’t enough and it was everything in between.

“Come on, Potter,” Malfoy urged, sounding like the words had been punched out of him.

“Wha--what?” Harry managed, dazed and dizzy with want.

Malfoy turned suddenly and started towards the Slytherin dormitory portrait entrance at the end of the hallway. “Come on, you can walk me back to my room,” he said, in low voice.

Harry swallowed hard. “To your room?” he echoed, barely a whisper.

“If you like,” 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 couldn’t be sure.

He wasn’t ready, though, he knew that. “Wait,” 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 Malfoy’s mouth, let himself sigh as Malfoy pressed even closer and slotted his lips between Harry’s, opening himself again like a flower to the sun.

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Author: blithelybonny

Summary: The story of how Harry Potter single-handedly lost Gryffindor the House Cup while attempting to have a “normal” year at Hogwarts. Featuring Harry's suspicious nature turned up to eleven again, a new DADA teacher who is so not here for Harry’s 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!

Length: 12 chapters, 25,157 words

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:

I don’t know why this turned out so long. I hate pimms. Don’t @ me xoxo.

big spoon/little spoon: Kent is the big spoon because he won’t let Jack go again

favorite non-sexual activity: Going on walks in cities neither of them has been before

who uses all the hot water: Kent

most trivial thing they fight over: Whose turn it is to pick what they have for dinner

who does most of the cleaning: I feel like they just constantly rock-paper-scissors for who does what chore

what has a season pass on their dvr/who controls the netflix queue:Kent

who calls up the super/landlord when the heat’s not working:Jack

who steals the blankets: Kent

who leaves their stuff around: Kent

who remembers to buy the milk:Jack

who remembers anniversaries: Jack does. Kent secretly remembers too but tries not to make a big deal out of it.

who cooks normally?: Neither of them likes cooking alone, so it turns into a Thing

how often do they fight?: Like, a lot; it’s more a question of how effectively they can resolve the fighting when it happens. 

what do they do when they’re away from each other?:Kent sends Jack snapchats throughout the day and Jack opens them all right before bed. They also text frequently. 

nicknames for each other:I think Kent uses “Zimms” less as they get older. There’s something peaceful and solid about him just being “Jack” again. They’ll both use babe/baby on occasion, but Kent moreso than Jack, who prefers “Kenny” when he’s being soft and “Parse” or “Kent” the rest of the time.

who is more likely to pay for dinner?: God bless every single server who has ever waited on them.

who steals the covers at night?: It’s a horrifying tug of war. Jack bought a second comforter to try and combat this, but now Kent just steals both and/or inevitably flings one off the bed. 

what would they get each other for gifts?:As stated, Jack likes the big gesture stuff but I feel like Kent gets less into that as time goes on, so instead Jack just brings home a steady stream of random stuff that made him go, “Haha. Reminds me of Kenny.” Items include: cat-shaped salt and pepper shakers, a really ugly hat from that thrift store near the apartment, a calendar of hot men cuddling with baby animals. Kent likes to take Jack to things, but eventually Jack starts getting to plan the trips himself because it’s easier and honestly he gets anxious if things aren’t the way he wants them.

who kissed who first?:The first time around? Kent. When they got back together? Jack. 

who made the first move?: Kent made many, many first moves. The one that stuck came from Jack.

who remembers things?: Kent

who started the relationship?: I mean, Kent assigned himself the role of Jack Zimmermann’s Best Friend at 16 and everything’s been a confusing wander through a hilly labyrinth from there. 

who cusses more?:Kent lmao

what would they do if the other was hurt?Call an ambulance and then get ready to smile for the cameras Who knows!

“I don’t know what that means,” Jeff said, staring at Kent. 

“You know, I don’t either?” Kent laughed. “They say weird things in Georgia, don’t they?”

Jeff nodded, looking back down at his beer, wondering if Kent talked about Canada to Eric as much as he talked about Georgia to Jeff. 

rating: E

tags: M/M/M, Polyamory Negotiations, Threesome, Jealousy