#bottom draco

It was towards the end of their final year in Hogwarts, and everyone was enjoying a final night of drinking and being stupid.

They had all completed their final exams, almost everyone being satisfied with their results, or maybe even relieved in Harry and Ron’s case.

Hermione was of course not completely happy, already having counted up the points she missed from trivial mistakes that she was sure she had known when she took the exam and had no idea on why she had bolloxed the question.

She still of course got the highest marks in their year, so no one was really sympathetic towards her when she complained.

Harry was stood talking to Ron in the far corner, having a hard time keeping his attention as he continually watched Hermione from across the room, engaged in conversation with Seamus.

It had been awkward between them all since they’d ‘taken a break’ in their relationship when exams started up, Hermione telling Ron that she needed to focus entirely on her N.E.W.T.’s.

They for some reason hadn’t started things up again the moment exams ended, though Harry suspected that they still had another unimaginable amount of dithering to deal with just like they had when getting together in the first place.

“I don’t get why you don’t just go talk to her.” Harry dragged him out of his staring, clicking his fingers in front of his face almost condescendingly.

“You don’t get it, mate. I can’t just go crawling back to her, I need to play the long game.” Ron explained, crossing his arms over his chest as he still kept his eyes on her, almost scowling over at them as Hermione laughed at whatever Seamus had just said.

“Right. What game is that, exactly?” He asked, sounding entirely fed up of it all.

He was fed up. He’d had to suffer though years of them pussyfooting around each other, and he didn’t much want to have to do it again.

“She wants me to just go begging for her back. I’m not gonna give her the satisfaction. She can come to me.” He finally looked back at Harry, and Harry rolled his eyes at him.

“Of course. What if she doesn’t?” He asked, making Ron almost glare at him.

“She will.”

Harry sighed at his pettiness. He didn’t even want to come to this party.

Ever since he’d defeated Lord Voldemort, people had been looking at him differently. His relationship with Ginny had completely flamed out from all of the time they had spent apart, and she was dating Luna now, much to everyone’s surprise.

He didn’t mind it much. He might have if he’d still had feelings for her, but he didn’t really think he did. It was still extremely awkward between them, and Luna’s blatant disregard for his feelings made it even worse, even if he didn’t have any.

“Right!” Seamus suddenly yelled from across the room, emitting silence through it as everyone turned to look at him. He was the one who usually organised these particular gatherings, ensuring that most of the Hogwarts staff were either away or tucked up in bed so they could use whatever room was safest, with the addition of a silencing charm.

“Time for some games!” He boomed excitedly, clapping his hands together as he regarded everyone’s reactions; some excited and some seeming fed up. “We’ll take some suggestions and round up the votes. My trusty assistant here will gather all of your choices.” He continued, presenting Hermione at his side, who laughed and curtseyed dramatically.

Ron scoffed next to him at the interaction, clearly bitter that Hermione and Seamus had been talking at all.

Hermione moved through the room gathering everyone’s votes; Harry just let Ron write something on the small piece of parchment he was given. He didn’t really care what game everyone played, he wasn’t going to participate.

Hermione and Ron stared at each other as she took their votes, neither saying anything; but the tension between them was undeniable. Even Harry felt like he was interrupting something by just being there.

Ron watched her as she walked away, a look of longing in his eyes as if he was debating following after her or dragging her back to his side and kissing her regardless of his insistence that she be the one to kiss him first.

Harry leaned on the far side of the wall as Ron spoke now with Lavender, likely hoping to make Hermione jealous. Lavender didn’t even really seem interested in him anymore, though she still entertained conversation with him.

He surveyed the room as Hermione continued through it, his eyes falling on Malfoy in the far corner opposite him, seeming to be doing the same thing he was.

Their eyes met and neither of them looked away.

Harry was surprised that Malfoy had even chosen to return to Hogwarts, given that he was very well known as a Death Eater to quite a lot of people. Though, everyone seemed to have gotten over his presence quite quickly, likely realising his remorse from the way he seemed to mope around the corridors for a majority of the year, though he seemed to have implemented himself more into a social circle now that their exams were over.

Still, Harry suspected that, like him, he was only being forced to come to this party by his new group of friends.

Well, he said new, but he supposed it was the same people he used to affiliate with. He no longer associated much with Goyle anymore, likely down to the fact that the third person in their trio had unfortunately died in the second war.

Perhaps that’s another reason why people were a lot easier on Malfoy, because much like everyone else, he had lost someone to that war.

“Right, the votes are in lads!” Seamus pulled Harry out of his thoughts, both him and Malfoy finally looking away from each other and over at him instead. “The winner is… drumroll please!”

No one did a drum roll, the room echoing with an almost awkward silence.

“Oh, come on guys. At least try to seem like you give a shit.” Seamus complained before waving his wand and emitting the drumroll he had requested. “Spin the bottle!” He bellowed, making Harry roll his eyes. He definitely wouldn’t be taking part in that.

“What are we, fourteen?” Seamus muttered, though he didn’t seem off put enough by the idea that they play a game mostly played by teenagers enough to just not play it.

“Right, we’re doing seven minutes in heaven. We’re too old for cheeky snogs.” He continued, making the idea of playing this even less appealing to Harry.

Everyone seemed to murmur in agreement as Ron rejoined him at his side, seeming uncharacteristically excited by the idea.

“This is brilliant.” He laughed, obviously intending to win Hermione back under the premise of a simple drinking game.

“Yeah. Riveting.” Harry remarked dryly, pushing himself off the wall, “Listen mate, I’m gonna just take off. I’m definitely not playing this.”

Ron’s face fell at his lukewarm reaction, “You can’t leave. I need a wingman.” He complained, making Harry roll his eyes.

“What are you going to do when Hermione has to go snog someone else for seven minutes? You shouldn’t be too thrilled about this, Ron.” He tried a different approach, hoping that Ron would allow him to leave if he distracted him by how brilliant this game really was.

“I have a plan for that.” He said, rubbing his hands together almost menacingly, “I’m gonna just control the way the bottle goes. Tell me who you wanna snog, I’ll make sure it lands on them.”

Harry rolled his eyes at him, running his hands through his hair in slight irritation. “I don’t wanna snog anyone. I want to go to bed.”

“Mate, get that stick out of your arse, seriously.” Ron scoffed, seeming fed up with Harry’s mood already. “I’ll get you back with Ginny.”

“I don’t want to get back with Ginny. Since when were you so excited to get your sister laid, anyway?”

“Don’t be a prat.” Ron quipped, seeming disgusted by Harry’s choice of words. “How about Cho, then?”

Harry rolled his eyes again. “Seriously…” He muttered, mostly to himself. “I’ll stay for like fifteen minutes. Just hurry up and take your turn so you and Hermione can stop being divvy and I can finally have some fucking peace.”

He stepped away from him, joining the circle that people had begun forming and sinking down into an empty space. Ron joined him shortly after, seeming pleased with Harry yielding to this game, even if it was for only fifteen minutes.

He hadn’t realised he’d sat directly opposite Malfoy until he looked up and their eyes met again just as they had when they’d been standing on opposite sides of the room.

He hadn’t really spoken to Malfoy since they’d come back to school, only sharing cursory nods of acknowledgement in passing when their eyes met and neither of them could ignore the other completely.

“Right. I’m sure you all know the rules, but just in case;” Seamus started, standing in the middle of the circle with a glass bottle in his hand as he explained the rules to everyone.

Harry mostly tuned him out, leaning on his hand and staring into space blankly as he counted down the minutes in his head.

“I’ll spin the bottle first and it’ll choose who gets to go first.” Seamus finally finished, having already eaten up two minutes of Harry’s time. He couldn’t wait for this to be over.

Seamus placed the bottle in the middle of the circle, spinning it and then taking his place on the edge of it next to Hermione, who Harry noticed was staring at Ron.

“Malfoy.” Seamus mumbled, seeming slightly miffed of the fact.

Even Harry looked up at him now, only just now wondering why on earth he had chosen to play in the first place. He definitely didn’t seem the type to entertain such immature games, even before he’d become a Death Eater.

“I thought you were going to control it? Why’d you get it to land on him?” Harry muttered over to Ron, slightly irritated that he hadn’t hurried the game by getting on with his plan.

“I got distracted.” Ron replied, seeming also irritated. Harry rolled his eyes, leaning on his hand again as he continued counting down.

“Oh, I’m not really playing…” Malfoy replied, seeming uncomfortable with the prospect of even touching the bottle in the centre of the circle.

“Why are you sitting here, then?” Harry piped up, not even really meaning to; but the words had harshly slipped out before he’d had the chance to heed to them.

Malfoy glared over at him and he glared back, letting his annoyance at Ron and everything else of the night take over.

“I’ll spin for you.” Pansy Parkinson piped up, leaning over him. Perhaps she had made Malfoy play just like Ron had made Harry. Maybe she wanted to get with him under the premise of a game.

“No, I-” Malfoy started to refuse, but she had already spun the bottle and cut it short. He narrowed his eyes up at her, sighing to himself at his protests clearly falling on deaf ears as he watched the bottle spin.

Everyone was watching it, in fact; clearly it wasn’t only Harry that found his participation strange.

Harry frowned down at the bottle as it slowed, coming to a stop pointed directly at him. He looked back up at Malfoy, who was looking back at him in alarm.

Harry wasn’t that worried, it’s not like he actually had to play the game. “I’m not playing, either.”

“Right. Well, that’s not really an option.” Seamus argued, standing up and clearly deciding to enforce the rules of the game even on two unwilling people. “Thems the rules.”

Harry stood then, rolling his eyes as he chose to just leave. He scowled down at Ron, who’s fault this was, before voicing his departure. “I’m going back to the dorms.”

“Nope.” Seamus refused, grabbing Harry by the shoulders and pushing him across the room easily.

“Seriously, Seamus, you don’t actually expect me to-” He argued, attempting to resist his urging; but Seamus had apparently taken up weight lifting or something similar over the past year which didn’t really allow him to.

“If no one plays the game the way it’s supposed to be played, there’s not much point in playing, is there?” He argued, gripping his shoulders tighter.

Harry noticed a similar commotion on the other side of the room, likely Malfoy being subjected to the same thing he was currently experiencing.

Neither of them had much of a chance to voice their complaints before they were both shoved into a cupboard, the door slamming behind them as they both stumbled forward.

“Make sure you’re done in seven minutes!” Seamus mused from the other side of it, locking the door behind them and making Harry’s irritation heighten.

“For fuck sake.” He kicked the door in annoyance, considering just breaking it down completely; but it became quickly apparent that there wasn’t very much room in this cupboard for him to do that when he felt Malfoy’s body practically pressed up against his.

He turned, pushing him away harshly as he leaned as far into the wall behind him as he could. “Fucking ridiculous.” He muttered to himself, crossing his arms over his chest as he resolved to just wait out these seven minutes wordlessly.

“Why did you even choose to play? This is your fault.” Malfoy scoffed at him, though Harry couldn’t actually see him since the cupboard was completely dark.

“My fault? You were sitting in that circle too.” Harry argued, attempting to calm himself as he realised that a dark broom cupboard was probably not the best place to get worked up in.

Malfoy just scoffed at him, and Harry heard as he shifted in front of him, though he couldn’t see what he was doing.

Silence enveloped them, and it was accentuated by the darkness. It started to get uncomfortable.

Harry’s eyes adjusted after a while, and he could make out Malfoy’s silhouette but nothing more. “Can’t see a fucking thing in here.”

“Turn the light on then, dimwit.” Malfoy bit back at him, and Harry swore he could have just strangled him right there. He really wasn’t in the mood for his shit right now.

“Piss off.”

The silence returned as neither said anything else, and Harry counted up to another minute before he sighed in exasperation.

“Is there even a light in here?”

Malfoy didn’t answer, but just flicked the light on, making Harry wince at the sudden assault of his eyes.

“Fucking hell! A little warning next time?” He complained, running his hands down his face and blinking as his eyes became acclimatised to the new lighting.

“Sure, Potter. Next time we’re locked in a dark broom cupboard I’ll be sure to let you know when I plan to see again.” Malfoy remarked sarcastically, looking back at Harry as he leaned on the wall opposite.

Although Harry had known that they were locked in a literal cupboard together, he hadn’t realised how close they’d been.

He shifted as he attempted to put more space between them, though it was practically impossible. They were both already as far against each wall as they could be, staring at each other.

Malfoy had changed quite considerably since the last time they’d been alone together. He looked much older. Not in a bad way; more like he had matured. Though, based on their limited interaction in the past five minutes, Harry knew he hadn’t changed all that much. He was still a prick.

Though, now that Harry was barely inches away from him, he had to admit that he was quite good looking, even if he was an insufferable prick.

“Take a picture, Potter.” Malfoy remarked, making Harry realise he’d been staring at him far too intensely. Though, it’s not exactly as if Malfoy had looked away.

“As if.” He scoffed, looking at the ceiling above them instead.

Silence fell on them yet again, and Harry’s agitation was starting to grow. He almost felt like he couldn’t breathe, he felt like his skin was crawling as his hands tightened into fists; not being able to do much outside of that unless he wanted to risk coming into contact with Malfoy.

“How long is left?” Malfoy asked, making Harry look down at him again.

“How the fuck should I know?”

“Well, you’ve been muttering numbers in the dark the whole time, I assumed you were keeping count and not just losing your tiny mind.”

Harry scoffed at him again, leaning his head back into the wall, “I don’t know. I stopped counting when you tried to blind me. I think it’s been at least five minutes.”

“Wow. You can defeat the world’s number one enemy but you can’t count up to seven minutes?” Malfoy sighed, mirroring Harry and leaning as far back into the wall as he could.

“Are you trying to piss me off?”

“Not my fault it’s so fucking easy.”

“Right, seven minutes are up! Is everyone dressed?” Seamus finally shouted from the other side of the door, sounding only mildly serious. It’s not like anyone had actually expected Harry and Malfoy to do anything; they still clearly didn’t like each other.

“Fuck off, Seamus. Let me out.” He shouted back, holding the door handle expectantly.

He heard Seamus laugh on the other side, then he heard a rattle of the door handle followed by a hollow clunk and what sounding like something metal hitting the floor.

“Uh-oh.”

Harry’s hand tightened on the door handle, turning it to no avail. It felt lighter than it was supposed to, almost as if it had come loose.

“Seamus. I swear to fuck.” Harry muttered, kicking the door again in an attempt to open it.

“Yeah… Erm… Just bear with, I’ll bring someone to-”

“Shit! Professor Mcgonagall is coming!” Someone else shouted from the other side of the door.

“Shit. Sorry, Harry. I’ll come back!” Seamus spoke into the door. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t!” He called again, sounding a lot further away this time.

This. Cannot. Be. Happening.

“I’m going to fucking kill myself.” Harry muttered to himself, leaning back against the wall and running his hands down his face while being careful to maintain the very limited space between him and Malfoy.

“Did everyone just leave?” Malfoy asked, uncrossing his arms and furrowing his brows in a semblance of worry.

“No shit, Sherlock.” Harry snapped back at him, careful to keep his voice down as he heard the door open again in the room outside of the door.

He heard a single set of footsteps trail in, somehow being able to deduce that they belonged to Professor Mcgonagall.

“Well? How am I supposed to- Mm!” Malfoy started to argue, and Harry instinctively covered his mouth with his hand in order to shut him up.

“Shut up.” He whispered harshly, glaring at him as he continued to listen to the footsteps continue through the room.

Malfoy didn’t argue anymore, mostly because he physically couldn’t, but he grasped Harry’s wrist in an attempt to pry it off him.

Harry looked at the door, keeping his hand clasped over Malfoy’s mouth as he pressed his body into him unintentionally, listening as the footsteps passed the door.

He swallowed nervously as he saw the shadow of footsteps pass under them, and let out a shaky breath as they went away again.

He listened to them recede further, only releasing Malfoy when he was almost completely sure that Professor Mcgonagall had gone.

“What the hell, Potter?” Malfoy whispered harshly at him, seeming to gather that he should be quiet.

Harry just shushed him as he crouched to the floor, attempting to look through the hole in the door to try to see if anyone was still in the room.

Once he was satisfied that it was empty, he straightened up again, turning back towards Malfoy, who’s face was almost completely flushed.

“Why did you do that?” Malfoy asked him accusingly, making Harry look at him confused.

“Do what?”

“Press yourself up against me!” He whispered harshly back at him, his voice bordering on normal volume again.

Harry noticed now that he was standing sort of weirdly, as if he was making even more of an effort to gain distance between them.

“Are you…” He started, looking down before his eyes shot back up again, a short laugh of disbelief coming from him unconsciously.

“Don’t you fucking dare.” Malfoy glowered at him, and his sudden flush and weird stance actually started making sense.

“Why the hell are you hard?”

Malfoy just glared back at him, moving his hands to cover up his suddenly very obvious boner as Harry’s eyes instinctively fell back down to it again.

“Stop it.” Malfoy muttered almost bitterly, making Harry force his eyes back up to his again.

He sighed in disbelief, pressing himself into the wall as the cupboard suddenly felt far smaller than it had before. Malfoy’s hands were brushing against him now as he attempted to cover his hard on, and the friction was definitely not doing well for their proximity.

“Move your hands.” Harry whispered, trying to keep his voice even as he attempted to angle his hips further away from him in the very small space.

“What?” Malfoy asked, disbelieving. Then Harry realised how what he’d just requested might have sounded.

“No! Not for that. You’re fucking touching me.” He breathed, feeling himself getting hard at the minimal contact.

Malfoy must have felt it too, because he retracted his hands quite quickly after that. Not that it helped much.

They had both stood there for almost an entire minute, and rather than Harry’s semi-erection settling down in that time, it chose to manifest itself fully.

It didn’t help that Malfoy was hard, too, and they both pressed themselves as far into the wall as they could as they attempted to look anywhere but each other.

“We need to get out of here.” Harry voiced, and Malfoy scoffed at him and rolled his eyes.

“Oh, great idea, Potter. Why didn’t I think of that?” He remarked sarcastically, making Harry narrow his eyes up at the ceiling.

“Fuck off. It’s not my fault you got a fucking hard on.” He replied, his voice now coming out at a normal volume as he was sure that no one was on the other side of the door.

“It’s entirely your fault.” Malfoy snapped back at him, looking down at him.

Harry looked back, noticing that his blush still hadn’t eased. “How the hell is it my fault? Maybe you should learn to control your dick.”

“You’re the one who pinned your body against me so suddenly!” Malfoy argued, his hands clenching at his sides in annoyance.

“Yeah, because you were about to get us caught with your fat mouth!”

Malfoy scoffed at him, crossing his arms over his chest again and looking at the door as if it would open if he glared at it hard enough.

“You’re hard too.” He pointed out bitterly and Harry narrowed his eyes at him.

“Yeah, cause you fucking felt me up.” He muttered, and Draco glared back at him.

“You fucking wish.”

Harry scoffed a laugh, letting his hands fall back down to his sides. “Oh, do I?”

“Probably. I wouldn’t be surprised if you devised this whole thing to get locked in a cupboard with me. They’re all your friends, aren’t they? Fucking pathetic.”

“Do you even hear yourself?” Harry scoffed, rolling his eyes. “You’re so far up your own arse there’s probably no room for me in there.”

Draco glared at him again, seeming to deliberate closing the distance between them to strangle Harry to death.

“Don’t be absurd.”

Silence surrounded them again, but this time it was thickened with tension as they glared at each other.

“Even if we were going to fuck, I definitely wouldn’t be the one on the receiving end.” Draco muttered, making Harry stare back at him with an edge of disbelief.

“Oh, piss off. Of the two of us, you’re definitely the bottom.”

“No I am absolutely not. I’m taller.” Draco argued stubbornly, making Harry laugh shortly.

“That doesn’t mean anything. I’m stronger, so I’d definitely be the one fucking you.” Harry argued back, crossing his arms over his chest again. “And you’d fucking love it.”

“I assure you I wouldn’t.” Draco glared at him, tightening his hands against himself.

“Wanna bet?” Harry challenged, the tension between them thickening at the suggestion in his tone.

Draco scoffed after a few moments of consideration, rolling his eyes and looking away from him again. “You sure think highly of yourself.”

“Why wouldn’t I? I have good reason to.” Harry replied, sounding almost full of himself.

This obviously piqued Draco’s curiosity a bit, making him consider actually fucking him just to see. “I highly doubt that.”

Harry rolled his eyes again, a smirk in his expression. “I’m clearly good enough. I got you hard and I barely touched you.” He mocked, feeling suddenly full of confidence and arousal rather than irritated. Though, the irritation was still there.

“That had nothing to do with skill.” Draco argued, only making Harry’s smirk widen.

“Right. I suppose you’re just attracted to me, then.” Harry teased, mostly trying to annoy Draco in retaliation to his insults.

“Well, you’re not ugly, are you?” He scoffed, his voice laced with sarcasm.

Harry hadn’t actually expected him to admit to it, but now he had, it made the prospect of fucking him a whole lot clearer.

“Oh. So you really do want me.” He mocked again, feeling the tension heighten as they both spoke lowly with each other. Draco rolled his eyes, scoffing at him and letting his hands fall to his sides before he put them behind him, leaning on them and seeming as if he were resisting the urge to reach out and touch him.

“Don’t say such ridiculous things, Potter.” He murmured, his voice softening indefinitely as that sharpness left his tone at the topic of conversation. He still sounded annoyed, but not so much as before.

Harry laughed shortly at him, mirroring him and leaning back on his hands as he laced them behind his back. This wasn’t exactly a good move, since it closed a fraction of the space between them and made the impulse to close it completely even harder to fight for both of them.

“Have you… thought about it before?” Harry asked after a long bout of silence, both of them holding each other’s eyes.

“What? Fucking you?” Malfoy scoffed, seeming annoyed by the question. “No.”

“Really?” Harry breathed, his expressed almost turned up into a grin in response. “You seemed pretty confident with the notion of fucking me when you insisted that you wouldn’t be the one taking it. Just seems strange. Like you’ve definitely thought about it before.”

Draco narrowed his eyes at him, turning his head to look away as his earlier blush returned some. “So what if I have?”

Harry laughed again, an edge of disbelief to it that he was practically admitting it. “You haven’t thought about me fucking you, though?”

“No.”

“Think about it.” Harry urged, making Draco meet his eyes again.

“You think about it.” He muttered back sarcastically, not really meaning anything by it.

“Oh, I am.” He admitted teasingly, a devious glint in his eye at the direction of the conversation.

“Yeah? What’s that like?” Draco asked sarcastically, rolling his eyes at the sudden admission.

“Pretty good.” Harry shrugged, making Draco narrow his eyes at him.

“Pretty good? It would be better than pretty good, I’m not some useless virgin, Potter.” Draco scoffed, seeming offended by Harry’s use of words.

“Yeah?” Harry laughed, finding it mildly amusing despite the way his body seemed to have heated up in the past few minutes. “Why don’t you show me then, Malfoy?”

“Don’t be…” Draco started, and Harry knew he was going to tell him to stop being ridiculous, but decided against it at the last minute. “You mean… you actually want to do it?”

Harry shrugged, not being entirely against it at this point. At least it would give him something to do while locked in a broom cupboard for fuck knows how much longer. Even if that something was Malfoy.

“Better than standing here staring at each other.” He admitted, making Draco narrow his eyes again.

“Oh, so out of pure boredom?” He asked incredulously, scoffing at Harry’s indifference on the matter. “Acting like you have anything better to do.” He added with a mutter.

“I could be doing far better things than fucking you. I could be fucking literally anyone else.” Harry quipped, and they both glared at each other again.

“Oh, yeah I’m sure.” Draco remarked sarcastically, “Name one single person who’d fuck you right now. You turned your only girlfriend into a lesbian and had absolutely no game with that Ravenclaw seeker.”

Harry narrowed his eyes at him, his irritation flaring again slightly at the mention of Ginny. “Shut up, Malfoy.”

Draco scoffed again, smirking over at him at how easy it was for him to annoy him. “Try make me, Potter.”

Harry stepped forward now, bringing his hands up into Draco’s hair and pulling on the ends of it almost harshly as he pressed himself into him. Draco sucked in a breath through his teeth as he did it, though the action made a thrill run through him that only made him want to piss Harry off even more.

“Don’t tempt me.” Harry murmured, holding his eyes as he intentionally pinned his hips against his, making his intentions clear.

Draco breathed a laugh at him, unable to do much since Harry had unintentionally pinned his hands behind his back due to him still leaning back on them when Harry had closed the distance between them.

Harry bought his other hand up to his jaw, the distance between them now almost indiscriminate. He made no further move to close that distance, watching Draco for his reaction; though he couldn’t deny that he had a look in his eye that made Harry’s cock almost throb with arousal.

“You’re far too easy.” Draco breathed, pushing his body off the wall and making Harry’s breath catch in his throat as he pressed himself back into him; though Draco was only retrieving his hands from behind him, so the action wasn’t intentional.

“Christ-” Harry almost gasped as Draco practically pressed his dick against his, making a shock of arousal jolt through him. This seemed to just spur him on, because he bought his hands down to Harry’s hips as he urged them against each other intentionally.

“See?” Draco murmured teasingly, obviously enjoying his reactions to such a simple move.

Harry tutted at him in exasperation, tightening his hold on his jaw as he let go of his hair and slid his hand down his back instead, spurring on the action rather than fight it. “Are you just fucking with me? Or are you actually going to do something about this?”

He urged his hips forward in order to accentuate his question, though he supposed it bordered on a request.

“What am I supposed to do about it?” Draco mused, seeming slightly smug about how easy he was able to change Harry’s mood so quickly.

“Turn around.” Harry suggested, holding Draco’s eyes as he watched him expectantly to see if he would listen.

“What, you’re just going to fuck me like that? Absolutely no preparation?” Draco laughed, making Harry’s brow furrow in consideration.

“Well? I don’t know. I’ve never fucked a guy before.” He admitted bitterly, releasing his hold on him marginally at his anticipation being shut down. “Have you?” He asked, suddenly being very aware of the fact that Draco didn’t seem all that off put by the notion of fucking him.

“A few.” He admitted almost casually, letting his hands relax around Harry’s hips rather than urge them into him.

“Just not receiving.” Harry guessed, and Draco smirked at him. “What do I need to do, then?”

Draco scoffed a laugh at him, “You don’t need to do anything. If you’re actually being serious about this then I need to loosen myself up; i’m definitely not letting you do that.”

“Alright. Well, do it then.” Harry replied impatiently, making Draco breathe a shaky laugh as the conversation changed from hypothetical to an actual possibility.

“Fine. Don’t run away when you realise how bad you want me.” Draco conceded, releasing his hold on Harry and leaning back into the wall as his hands wrapped around the button on his trousers, undoing it before pulling the zip down.

Harry swallowed as he watched him, the action seeming to make his desire flare through his veins and make him somehow even harder.

He watched as Draco bought his own fingers into his mouth, coating them with spit to use as lube, Harry assumed.

Draco looked up at him, his face flushed further now as he realised that Harry had been watching him this whole time. He pushed himself off the wall, sliding his hand behind him as he pressed himself into Harry; the limited space in the cupboard making the action of loosening himself up impossible without doing so.

Harry swallowed as he watched him, instinctively bringing his arms up to wrap around him and steady the both of them as Draco’s trousers fell just enough for him to ease his fingers into himself.

“Is that enough?” Harry asked breathlessly, trying to resist the urge to replace his fingers where Draco’s were, though he had no idea where that impulse had even come from.

“Enough what?” Draco replied shakily, bracing his other hand on Harry’s forearm as a shiver ran up his spine at loosening himself up in front of him.

“Just… Wouldn’t it make sense if you sucked me off? If we’re using spit as lube.”

Draco looked at him with a smirk, likely finding amusement in Harry making out like he would be doing him a favour by letting him suck his dick.

“Just say you want a blowjob, Potter.” He laughed, seeming to consider the request before he leaned his head on his shoulder, his arm moving behind him as he continued to move his fingers in and out of himself.

Harry couldn’t deny the fact that this was really fucking hot to watch. If they had more space, he’d probably try to watch it properly.

“I want you to suck me off.” He admitted, his voice low as he bought his hand up to his jaw, tightening his fingers on his chin and bringing Draco’s eyes down to his.

Draco laughed shortly, though it was a breathy sound that was obstructed by the fact that he was currently fingering himself.

“I might, if you ask nicely.” Draco admitted, making a shiver run up Harry’s spine at the prospect.

“Please would you be so kind as to get on your knees?” He remarked almost sarcastically, making Draco roll his eyes.

Despite the way he’d gone about it, Draco actually seemed to consider it as he shifted on his feet before sinking down to the floor.

Harry watched him as his breathing quickened, making quick work of unbuttoning his jeans just incase Draco had time to think about it and change his mind.

Draco bought the hand he wasn’t using to loosen himself up to the waistband of them, pulling them down almost eagerly as Harry watched.

He wrapped his hand around his cock as soon as it had sprung free, making Harry’s breathing catch in his throat as he attempted to suppress the sound that was trying to escape him at the action.

Draco wrapped his tongue around the head of it, looking up at Harry with determination in his brow as he took him the rest of the way in his mouth, his cock hitting the back of his throat easily.

He continued to ease his fingers into himself as he did it, and Harry had an almost completely uninterrupted view of it now that he was beneath him. His legs were parted as he sat on his knees, his one hand moving behind him in a practiced manner as he moved his head back again, moving his tongue with it intentionally with his hand still wrapped around his cock.

“Fuck. You’ve done this before?” Harry guessed lowly, his practiced movements seeming far too experienced for him to be an amateur.

Draco just hummed around him, not pulling away to answer as he continued his movements, making Harry’s head tilt back as he pressed him into the wall behind him.

“How much can you take?” Harry asked, looking back down at him as Draco somehow smirked up at him even with his dick in his mouth.

He answered with a demonstration, taking Harry all the way into his mouth without issue; the sight filling him with unadulterated lust.

Harry almost grinned down at him, a breathy chuckle escaping him that bordered on a groan as he laced his hands through Draco’s hair and attempted to control the way he was sucking him off.

Draco didn’t argue, his eyes swimming with a similar arousal as Harry attempted to take control. Perhaps Draco wanted to be controlled and overpowered.

Harry tested the waters further by urging his cock further into his mouth, Draco not fighting his actions at all as he allowed him to rock his hips even further into his throat.

“You’re good at this.” He breathed, watching him as he continued, his eyes fighting between watching him finger himself or watching him suck him off.

“Just tap out if I go too far.” He suggested, the request not really making sense until he tightened his hands into his hair and rocked his hips more insistently, starting to fuck Draco’s mouth rather than just allow him to suck him off.

Draco almost moaned around him, obviously enjoying the outright show of deliberate control that Harry was attempting to exert over him.

This spurred Harry on further, and he tilted his head back into the wall as the sensation of Draco’s mouth enveloped him completely as he continued to urge his cock further than before, hitting the back of his throat and even further as his hands tightened into his hair.

“Fucking hell.” He groaned, forcing his eyes back down onto him as he continued to watch. He didn’t want to miss even a second of this.

Draco was watching him in a similar way, his eyes lit up with excitement and arousal as Harry practically throat fucked him. He didn’t seem to struggle a single bit, which made Harry even more overcome with lust.

Harry wrapped one of his hands around his throat as he guided him further, one of his hands remaining at the back of his head as he continued to rock his hips insistently into him.

He tightened the hand around his throat, the action adding to the sensation as it made Draco’s throat tighten around his cock. He didn’t choke him for very long, loosening his grip every few seconds to allow Draco to breathe, not wanting to take it too far and cause this to end.

Draco moaned around him again, breathing through his nose whenever Harry actually allowed him to and letting him know that he was actually enjoying it.

He still continued fingering himself, his other hand coming up to Harry’s hip as he braced himself against it.

“How many guys have you sucked off to get this good, hm?” Harry asked almost mockingly, his voice low and dripping with arousal as he fucked his mouth roughly and tightened his hand around his throat again. “So fucking good.”

Draco ceased loosening himself up now, bringing both of his hands up to Harry’s hips and gripping on to them desperately.

Harry took this as a warning or a sign that he might be taking things too far, and he loosened his hold on both his throat and his hair as he allowed Draco to pull away, ceasing the insistent rocking of his hips at the same time.

Draco panted as he pulled away, sitting back on his feet as he looked up at him. “That’s enough.”

Harry watched as he got to his feet, bringing his hands up to Harry’s hair as he pulled him against him roughly. “Fuck me.”

Harry’s breath caught in his throat at the sudden desperation in Draco’s demeanour before he got ahold of himself, smirking and breathing a short laugh.

“You seem awfully eager for someone who was not long insisting doesn’t take dick.”

“Shut up.” Draco quipped back, tightening his hands into Harry’s clothes as he pushed him against the wall.

Harry laughed again, bringing his hands up to his face and forcing his fingers into his mouth instead. “Suck.” He instructed and Draco listened almost instantly, closing his lips around his fingers and moving his tongue around them intentionally.

They held each other’s eyes as he did this, and Harry felt his arousal impossibly heighten as he sucked on his fingers, the action making a thrum of need pull from somewhere deep inside him.

He took his fingers back, pulling Draco into him as he bought his hand back down behind him and teased his entrance with them, making Draco’s hold on him tighten.

“Potter, I said-” He started to complain, but Harry ignored it as he thrust his fingers into him almost roughly, making him jolt against him.

“I’ll fuck you, have some patience.” He murmured, enjoying the way Draco clung to him as he thrust his fingers in and out of him just as he’d been watching him do to himself all this time.

He lifted his leg up to his hip for a better angle, making Draco’s hold tighten as he attempted to steady himself while being manhandled this way.

He didn’t do it for long, being satisfied with how easy his fingers were sliding into him; regardless of how much they still seemed to hate each other, he didn’t actually want to hurt him.

“Turn around.”

“Why? Just fuck me like this.” Draco argued, seeming too desperate to even take the time to pull away from him for even a second.

“I don’t wanna have to look at you.” Harry mocked, pushing him away and turning him around himself.

Draco scoffed a laugh as he braced his hands on the wall opposite, “Why? Worried that you’ll realise how attracted to me you are?”

“Something like that.” Harry mused, holding his hips and lining himself up with Draco’s entrance.

“Hurry up.” Draco complained at him impatiently, urging himself back into him but not taking control completely, likely wanting Harry to fuck him however he wanted.

“Shut the fuck up.” Harry breathed, urging his hips forward as he eased his cock into him slowly.

They both seemed to have held their breath as he did it, both of them only releasing it when Harry had eased into him fully.

“Is that… Okay?” He asked breathlessly, his voice shaking as he took in this new feeling.

He’d had sex before, but it was almost always gentle and slow, Ginny having been just as inexperienced as him. This was different. Draco had been open about having fucked more than one person before; Harry wasn’t sure what he had to compete with.

“It’s fine, Potter.” He breathed, bracing his hands against the wall still.

Draco felt tight around him and Harry understood now the need to loosen him up before if he was still this tight after the fact.

He eased out of him marginally, pressing himself back into him as he rocked his hips slowly, acclimatising both of them to this new feeling. He knew, or assumed, that Draco hadn’t ever done this before; having loosely admitted his sexual history already.

“So fucking tight.” He breathed harshly, his hands tightening on Draco’s hips as he resisted the urge to thrust into him.

“Yes, well done. You know I’ve never taken cock before, Potter.” Draco responded sarcastically, making Harry grin down at him at his continued provocation. He obviously enjoyed it when Harry reacted to it.

He eased out of him almost fully before he tightened his hold, “What’d you say?”

“I said- Fuck!” Draco started to respond again before Harry thrust into him fully, bottoming out completely as their skin came flush with each other.

“Hm?” Harry pressed again, acting as if he wasn’t intentionally attempting to render Draco incapable of general speech.

“You’re such a prick.” Draco laughed, pushing himself back into Harry as he tightened around him, making Harry’s grip on his hips tighten as his breath caught in his chest at the action.

“Yeah? You think so?” He mocked before he pulled out again, thrusting into him roughly now that he knew that it’s exactly what Draco wanted.

“Fuck! Yeah- I do.” He still responded, spurring Harry on further as he continued to fuck into him, his hips slamming into him with every thrust of his cock.

“How come?” He asked questioningly, able to keep his tone almost even except for the strain in his voice from the effort of his thrusts.

“Just shut up.” Draco replied shakily, tightening his hands into fists against the wall as he moaned unrestrained and Harry continued to fuck him.

Harry actually listened, smirking to himself as he gave in to the urge to fuck Draco however he wanted. He moved instinctively, his hands holding Draco’s hips in place as he slammed into him, relishing in the moans he was able to elicit with the action.

“Fuck- Potter!” Draco moaned, moving in succession with Harry’s thrusts as he moved back into him, both of them establishing a steady rhythm with each other as the sound of their fucking filled the cramped cupboard and probably the room outside of it as well.

Harry only fleetingly hoped that Seamus wouldn’t come back now, though he didn’t really heed to the thought; he had far more important things to focus on right now. The way that Draco looked getting fucked by him, for example.

“Is it good?” Harry asked, sounding confident as he laid his fingers across his hips, the tips of them skimming over his stomach as he thrusted into him again.

“Obviously.” Draco almost scoffed back at him, though it lacked the usual bite since he was attempting to keep his voice even at the same time.

“Yeah? Tell me how good.”

“Fuck- off.” Draco refused, making Harry only chuckle at his stubbornness.

“If you don’t tell me, I’ll stop.” He threatened, thrusting into him harshly “Tell me how good it feels to get fucked for the first time.”

“Fuck! Good- It feels good.” Draco responded, and Harry slowed his hips marginally in protest at his inadequate response. “So fucking good.” He added with a whisper, dropping his head between his arms as he pushed himself off the wall and further onto Harry’s cock.

Harry smirked at the response, resuming his earlier pace as he submitted to his request.

“Is that the best you can do, though?” He quipped back at him, seeming to be provoking Harry even further.

“This not good enough for you?” He asked lowly, sounding mildly amused by his further provocation; it was obvious he was enjoying this. Harry definitely wasn’t fucking him inadequately, that was made evident by Draco’s inability to remain upright or keep quiet.

“No- You scared I’m going to break or something? Fuck me harder.” He responded, actually able to make his words sound mocking regardless of the way his voice shook as Harry continued to fuck into him.

“Seriously?” Harry laughed shortly, thrusting into him once more before he slid one of his hands up Draco’s back, taking the material of his shirt with it before he wrapped it around the back of his neck and thrust into him harshly, pulling Draco into him at the same time and eliciting an unsuppressed moan at the action.

“Is this better for you, Malfoy?” He asked tauntingly as he continued that same rhythm, fucking him more roughly than before as he tightened his hand around his neck and slammed his hips into him, the sound of their skin meeting filling the room.

Draco didn’t actually respond, likely being incapable of actual speech as Harry somehow found that spot deep inside of him that made his mind completely blank of anything except the feel of his cock thrusting into him.

“Hm?” Harry pressed once he hadn’t responded, moving his hand from around the back of his neck and up into his hair, tightening into it harshly as he forced his head back up. “Wanna keep running your mouth or…?”

“I can- If-” Draco responded in a whine, making Harry only laugh back at him as he pulled his hair further and tilted his head back.

He let go of his hips completely now, though he continued fucking him deeper and harder than he had been before as he bought his other hand up his back and wrapped it around his throat; though he didn’t tighten it so much that Draco wouldn’t be able to breathe.

“Sounds like you’re having a bit of trouble with your words there, hm?” He spoke lowly into his ear, making a shiver run down Draco’s spine and back up again.

“Potter-” He choked out, gasping as the way that he’d angled his body made him feel like he was fucking into him even deeper than before.

“What’s the matter? Can’t take it?” He whispered tauntingly in his ear, his hips not letting up in the slightest.

“Fuck! Yes-” He whined in response, though it didn’t sound like he was just agreeing to what Harry had said.

“Yeah? This good enough for you, prick?” Harry taunted again, tightening his hold on his throat and restricting his breathing only momentarily before he loosened his hold again, giving Draco a head rush that made it all feel somehow even better.

“Yes! Fuck- Potter!” He whined again, only spurring Harry on further as he pulled Draco flush against him and continued the unrelenting rhythm of his hips.

“Yeah? Keep fucking telling me.” He instructed, letting go of his hair and sliding his hand down his front to settle on his lower abdomen.

“Yes- It’s good, so fucking good.” Draco choked, “Don’t fucking stop, I swear to- Fuck!”

Harry smirked into his neck as his hand flattened on his stomach, feeling his cock move into him from the other side and accentuating his thrusts. It was such a dramatic difference in such a simple action, and Harry almost hated himself for not entertaining the idea of fucking Draco sooner.

“You can feel my cock going into you right here.” He murmured, pressing pointedly into his stomach and making Draco jolt against him as he drove his cock deeper into him. “Feel it.”

“No-” Draco panted, but Harry just ignored his protests and grasped his hand on the wall before bringing it down to his stomach and flattening it in the same place, keeping his own hand on top of it as he applied pressure with both of their hands insistently as he continued fucking him roughly.

“Feel that?” He taunted, trailing his lips up his neck to his ear before he spoke into it directly. “Feel me fucking you?”

Draco shuddered against him as he spoke, and it wasn’t clear whether he was reacting to the pressure of their hands on his abdomen or his dirty words right in his ear.

He let his head fall back into Harry’s shoulder and he tightened his hand around his throat again, holding Draco’s hand in place over his lower abdomen as he grinned down at him. “Tell me.”

“No.” Draco refused, or maybe he was answering Harry’s question.

Even though Harry knew he was only really speaking mindlessly, his grin widened as he pressed both of their hands into his stomach insistently, applying more pressure and making Draco’s body arch into him as he both tried to escape the sensation and feel more of it. He knew that Draco could feel it, because he could feel it on the tips of his fingers as they laced in between his.

“No? You don’t feel that?” He murmured, an edge of smug amusement in his tone at Draco’s refusal to submit to him even now.

“Potter!” He whined against him as he tried to retract his hand, but Harry held it in place and pressed it into him further.

“Just tell me, Malfoy. I’ll let go once you do.”

“Fuck! Yes- Yes, I feel it.” He whimpered, making Harry smirk against his ear.

“What do you feel?” He teased further, lessening the pressure only slightly but not allowing Draco to retract his hand altogether.

“You- Your cock- fucking me. So fucking deep-” He panted harshly, and Harry let his hand go before he braced it against the wall with Draco’s, lacing their fingers together.

“Was that so hard?” He murmured, trailing his lips down his neck again before he sucked on it.

“Fuck you.” Draco breathed almost bitterly, though his body relaxed against him slightly at the unrelenting pressure that Harry had introduced being taken away.

“You’re already doing that.” Harry spoke into his skin, and he was sure that Draco would have rolled his eyes if he was physically able.

Harry tightened his hold around his throat as he tilted his head back, his other hand tightening around Draco’s as he laced his tongue in with his suddenly, kissing him desperately as they both moaned against each other.

Draco didn’t fight him on it, his free hand coming up and into Harry’s hair as he kissed him back as best he could while Harry’s hips still fucked into him from behind.

Harry hadn’t realised that they hadn’t kissed at this point, and he suddenly regretted that immensely. He wanted to kiss him more, but Draco was struggling against him as it was.

Harry pulled away, releasing his hand and his throat as he pulled out of him completely.

“What-” Draco protested the action before Harry held his face in his hands, kissing him and turning his body as he pressed him into the wall.

He wordlessly lifted him off the floor, supporting his back as Draco naturally wrapped himself around him at the sudden action.

“Potter- What the fuck are you doing?” Draco panted against him, resisting his lips as he tilted his head away from him.

“I want to do it like this.” He insisted, lifting his leg up and around his waist as he lined his cock up with his entrance again. “Yes?” He asked, seeming to be looking for consent to switch positions after he’d already done it.

“Bit late to ask now, isn’t it?” Draco asked sarcastically, still breathless from Harry fucking him only seconds ago.

“Not a no.” Harry shrugged before he thrust himself into him again, making Draco lean back into the wall before he tightened his hold on him, worried that he was going to fall from the action.

Draco shuddered as his cock slammed into him again, not easing into him like he had done last time since he’d already been fucking him roughly, he didn’t feel the need to be gentle.

“Potter!” He complained, but it was underlined with pleading as Harry continued to fuck him from a completely different angle.

It felt entirely different than before, and even though Draco had gotten used to his size, it felt like he had only just eased into him again; but in a good way.

Harry pressed him into the wall, hooking his arms under his legs and holding onto his hips as he continued to fuck him despite Draco’s half protests, cutting them short as he pressed himself into him and kissed him again.

Draco tightened his arms around his neck, kissing him back despite himself as Harry easily fucked into that spot deep inside him that had him seeing stars; even without the addition of his hand pressing it into his cock as he thrust into him.

“You feel so fucking good.” Harry murmured into their kiss, not ceasing the movement of his hips and only momentarily pausing the movement of his lips against his before he entwined their tongues together again.

“Did you- only want to fuck me like this so you could kiss me?” Draco asked breathlessly, tilting his head away from him and not allowing Harry to kiss him again.

“Yes.” Harry admitted without pause, bringing his hand up to Draco’s jaw as he tilted his head back into him and resumed their kissing, making Draco instinctively tighten his legs around his waist on impulse.

“Relax, I won’t drop you.” Harry muttered almost bitterly against his lips, though he still bought his hand back down to hold Draco up now that he’d been allowed to kiss him again.

Draco allowed it, kissing him back as best he could while Harry was still fucking him into the wall, feeling that all familiar build at the base of his spine as he shuddered.

“Potter, I’m gonna come.” He breathed, and Harry didn’t seem deterred by that fact at all.

“Not yet.” He protested, though he didn’t ease the force of his thrusts or the pace as he nipped Draco’s bottom lip with his teeth. “Wait for me.”

They held each other’s eyes now, something that made this entire interaction feel much more intense now that they were facing each other.

Perhaps Harry had a point with making Draco turn around in the first place.

“Fucking hurry up, then.” Draco panted harshly, feeling himself approach the brink of his orgasm far quicker than he was able to put a stop to.

Harry laughed against him, somehow finding it in himself to cease kissing him and increase the pace of his hips as he fucked into Draco more roughly than before.

He didn’t even think that would have been possible; Harry was a fucking animal. He definitely hadn’t expected this when he’d entertained the possibility, because Harry had said he’d never even been with a man before.

“So fucking commanding.” He laughed bitterly as he tilted his head back, watching Draco as he continued to fuck him.

He loved watching him lose his mind, and he was undeniably close as well. “Should I pull out? Can I come inside?”

Draco’s breath caught in his throat at the question; he hadn’t really considered it. He knew that Harry wasn’t wearing a condom, because he hadn’t made him. Not that they even had any. This felt too good to tell him to stop, even if it was for a second.

“Yes. Just come.” Draco panted, making Harry grin down at him as he continued to slam his hips against him.

“Fuck.” Harry groaned as he felt his release approach, pressing Draco further into the wall as he slid his hands up his back and pulled him against him at the same time.

Draco tightened his hold on him at the same time, feeling his climax crash into him more intensely than he’d ever felt it.

He came between them, tightening around Harry as he clung to him desperately; driving Harry over the same edge as he continued to fuck him.

He heard as Harry panted harshly into his ear, his moans diluting the edges of his breathing as he tightened his hands into his shirt that had been pulled up and pooled around his chest.

“Fuck- Malfoy-” He almost whimpered in his ear, making a shiver run down his spine before he felt Harry tense against him, his thrusts becoming less practiced and more desperate as he came inside him.

Draco felt his cock pulse as he tightened around him further, his nails digging into Harry’s neck as they both came almost at the exact same time.

Draco’s orgasm had begun to ebb away now, but Harry still thrusted into him lazily a few more times before he seemed to stop chasing after the feeling, still panting and moaning into his neck as he held him against the wall.

They panted against each other, Harry pulling away to look at him after he had finally stilled.

Unexpectedly, he kissed Draco again, only this time it was driven by something other than general desperation or lust. It was slow and deliberate, though admittedly it was still laced with desire.

It felt to Draco like he was trying to continue or reassure him that this definitely wouldn’t be the last time this happens, but then he still pulled away again, leaving Draco wanting.

Harry swallowed as he unhooked his arms from under his legs, holding his hips as he pulled his cock out of him slowly.

He watched as the evidence of his orgasm dripped out of him, the sight kind of making him want to fuck him all over again. Though, he resisted.

Clearing his throat, he placed Draco back on to the ground gently, ensuring that he had found his footing before he let him go and stepped back; though it was a very short step before he met the wall again.

The cupboard they had been locked in felt far too hot now, and only then did they both realise that they’d still be locked in with each other whether they gave into the premise of the game that had led to this or not.

Draco leaned back against the wall, panting the same as Harry as they both stared at each other.

“Are you…” Harry started, running his hands through his hair habitually and noticing that it was slightly damp from sweat.

“Don’t you dare ask me if I’m okay after you just fucked me like a damn animal.” Draco interrupted him, though he sounded mostly amused if you didn’t heed to the way his voice shook.

Harry breathed a laugh, looking down at nothing in particular as he fixed his clothes, pulling his shirt all the way back down and re-buttoning his jeans. “I would say I’m sorry, but I’d be lying.”

Draco scoffed a laugh at him as he mirrored him, fixing his own clothes and hair as best as he was able. “Yeah. I wouldn’t believe you even if you did.”

Harry laughed back at him, unsure of what to really say now. He’d never been locked in a cupboard with someone he supposedly hated but then just fucked at the same time.

“Still… I did better than you expected, didn’t I?” He almost teased, knowing that Draco didn’t really think much of him before they’d started actually entertaining the idea of them fucking.

“You want me to praise you, Potter?” Draco mocked, crossing his arms over his chest as he still leaned himself in to the wall, though Harry suspected that he was supporting himself more than anything.

“I think it’s the least you could do after I fucked you like that.” Harry mused, making Draco roll his eyes; though he still looked amused.

“Right. Thank you for your service, O Chosen One.” He remarked sarcastically, making Harry roll his eyes back at him.

“Piss off.” He laughed, relaxing back into the wall as it became apparent that Draco wasn’t going to praise him.

It didn’t feel as awkward as Harry might have thought, the only awkward thing really being that they were still locked in a very small space together.

They both jumped slightly when they heard a door open again in the room outside, both of them staying completely still and silent as they listened to them approach.

“Sorry, guys. Mcgonagall wouldn’t fuck off.” Seamus explained from the other side of the door, making both of them relax as the prospect of being free became apparent.

“Fucking finally. Let me out.” Harry replied, straightening up off the wall and holding the door handle expectantly before he heard Hermione cast a repairing charm on the other side.

He breathed a sigh of relief when the door finally opened, and stepped out only half a step before he realised that Hermione, Seamus and Ron were all staring at him in shock.

“What?”

“You fucked!” Seamus accused, making him scoff in denial.

“Fuck off. No we didn’t.”

“Harry…” Ron started wearily, making Harry second guess himself.

“What?” He insisted, stepping fully out of the cupboard and allowing Draco to follow him, both of them breathing a sigh of relief at actually having fresh air to breathe.

“Look at him, and look at you.” Ron continued, making both Draco and Harry look at each other.

Truthfully, they both did look quite out of sorts; both of their hair out of place, Harry’s even more than usual, and still flushed.

“What, because I’m sweating? It was hot in there.” He continued defensively, stubbornly clinging to his denial.

“Wonder why…” Seamus mused, making Harry shoot a glare at him. “What about your clothes, then?”

Harry looked down at himself and then over at Draco. Their clothes looked only slightly out of place, being wrinkled from having been bunched up or held on to.

“What about them?” Harry asked, trying to act as if he didn’t even notice. Seamus laughed at him almost sarcastically before looking over to Ron and holding out his hand expectantly.

“Pay up, Ronald.”

Ron scoffed at him, shoving his hand into his pocket and practically throwing a few coins at him.

“You had a fucking bet?” Harry asked, being able to discern that simple fact from that interaction.

“Yeah, well. I didn’t think you’d ever fucking do it in a million years. You really let me down there, Harry.” Ron sighed, making Harry scoff at him.

“Seriously? You keep me locked in a cupboard for hours for a fucking bet?” He accused mostly Seamus, who had been the one to force him into the cupboard in the first place.

“It was only supposed to be seven minutes!” He defended, holding up his hands defensively. “I didn’t actually mean to break the door! And how was I supposed to know that Mcgonagall was gonna come knocking?”

“I’m suspecting foul play, actually.” Hermione mused, seeming amused by the entire interaction.

“It’s not funny!” Harry almost yelled, though Draco clearly disagreed and laughed next to him.

“Calm down, Harry. At least you got laid.” Ron laughed as well, making Harry glare at him. He didn’t think Ron of all people would be entertained by him hooking up with Draco, he was almost completely sure he still hated his guts.

“Yeah, fucking brilliant.” He scoffed, running his hand through his hair and looking over at Draco with a frown, “Were you involved in this?”

“Of course not, don’t be ridiculous.” Draco scoffed back at him.

“Yeah, that wouldn’t be a very fair bet.” Seamus argued, and Harry glared at him again.

“You’re all fucking mental. I’m going to bed.” He glared at all three of them, grabbing Draco’s arm and dragging him out of the room with him, much to everyone’s surprise. Except maybe Hermione.

“Where are we going?” Draco asked once he had dragged him halfway down the hallway. He hadn’t really fought him on it, to be fair. He was a little shocked at first, but he didn’t hesitate in following him.

“I don’t know. I just didn’t think you’d want to be left alone with all of them without any of your own friends around.” He admitted, letting go of his arm and slowing his step marginally as his irritation ebbed away.

It’s not like he could be all that mad, he didn’t exactly regret fucking Malfoy. Maybe he should’ve even been thankful to Ron and Seamus that he’d given him the chance, though he didn’t think he should go that far.

Harry sighed to himself as Draco trailed at his side, following him to wherever he was going. “How kind of you.” He remarked sarcastically, though there was an underlying gratitude in his tone at Harry actually thinking about his comfort.

“It’s my duty as the Chosen One.” He mused, his feet slowing to a casual stroll as he made his way back to the general direction of the dorms.

“It’s your duty to fuck ex-Death Eaters and then uselessly lie to your friends about it?” He responded sarcastically, making Harry roll his eyes at him.

“Yep. Wanna help me accomplish my destiny and come back to my dorm?” He asked suggestively, only being half serious.

“I’d thank you for a shower first, Potter.” Draco scoffed, seeming amused by Harry’s enthusiasm to fuck him again.

“Right. After, then.” He mused, making Draco roll his eyes.