One Chance

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“Oh shit!” Harry woke with a start, jumping up from the warm embrace that was Draco’s arms. “Draco, wake up!” He ran a hand through his hair, sighing. “We fell asleep.”

“Where is everyone,” Draco asked quietly, still groggy from what had been the most peaceful sleep he had had in a long time. “Oh shit,” he stated in agreement with Harry as he thought things through. It was 11:23 PM and the spells that kept the door locked and the room silenced were still in place.

“I wonder how long they banged on the door,” Draco started laughing.

“This isn’t funny, Draco!” Harry rushed out of bed, throwing on some clothes and grabbing his wand. He was about to undo the spells to the dormroom when he stopped and looked at Draco shaking his head. “Don’t you want to get dressed, or - something?”

Draco took a moment, with a thoughtful look as if pondering that question seriously. “No, not really.”

“But -“

”Open the door, Harry. I doubt they’ll be that surprised,” Draco yawned and flopped back down on the bed.

“Oh for the love of Merlin . . .” Taking a deep breath he waved his wand, quietly saying the incantations, and then slowly, cautiously began to crack open the door.

“Bout bloody time,” Ron muttered sleepily from where he sat, on the floor, outside the door with Seamus and Dean sprawled over him.

“Damn Harry,” Seamus looked at him agape, “I didn’t realize it took you that long to wank!”

“I wasn’t wanking!” Harry glared. “Guys, before you come in, I should warn you . . “ he was pushed aside as the weary Gryffindors made their way into the room.

“Don’t worry we didn’t call any professors. It’s not like you were - in - danger -of -“ Ron started and then stopped. They all stopped - and stood - and stared.

Draco lounged on Harry’s bed looking thoroughly shagged and happy, a single eyebrow raised in challenge and a smirk planted across his lip with obvious answers. “Evening, boys.”

Harry groaned from the distance. He pushed his way through his gawking friends. “He’s leaving now. Draco -“ he stated with warning.

“But I want to spend the night with you, Harry,” Draco playfully pouted, hugging the already partially smushed feather pillow on the bed.

“Draco -“

”Harry. ---- Fine.” He felt his clothes being thrown at him and looked up to glare at his blushing but sheepish boyfriend. “Next time then.”

“Oh yes, next time,” Harry smiled. All the other Gryffindor boys groaned and rolled their eyes, jumping into bed while the single Slytherin made his way out.

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Draco whistled contentedly as he made his way through the Dungeons back towards the Slytherin dormitories. Things were going rather well and he was pleased with this. He was so busy with his thoughts that he didn’t see the form of someone coming up from behind to push him against the wall of the dungeons.

Draco was rather displeased at this unexpected event - having always been the aggressor in many things, having always been taught to be on guard and be the first to attack and never become a victim he mentally chastised himself for letting his guard fall by the wayside.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing. Get off of me Nott.” He growled, sending a look that would have had most other Slytherins faultering.

“Have a good time with your Gryffindor slut, Dray?” Nott sneered, pushing Draco up against the wall roughly so that the other boy’s head hit the stone surface with a thud.

Draco didn’t even wince but pushed Nott back. “Shut your fucking mouth. You know nothing about this.”

“And neither does Daddy, does he? Imagine the news . . . imagine what your father will go through explaining to the Dark Lord that his precious, only son is fucking his greatest enemy? Hmm . . . “ Nott grinned, his eyes narrowing.

“Stay out of family business, Nott,” Draco stated. “My father wouldn’t even entertain two minutes with you.”

“Maybe not,” the other boy stated. “But then maybe Harry would have more than two minutes for me? Is he good in bed? Does he scream when you take him? I’d like to find out . . .” he taunted. “Such a sweet ass he has -“

Draco roared and with sudden strength pushed Nott off of him and punched him in the jaw. “You can take me on and you can threaten me with my father and the Dark Lord . . . but don’t you damn well even THINK of touching what’s mine. Do you understand me, Nott?” Draco’s breathing was short and heavy from rage. He needed help, guidance . . . it was time to turn to his Godfather. In the morning, he’d see Snape. Draco turned on his heel, making his way swiftly back to his dormroom and in his haste, missed the words muttered from Nott.

“We’ll see.” Nott smiled.

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To be continued . . . more in the works!