So Far Away

So Far Away
By: Gwen
Rating: NC17 overall
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Warning: AU/Slash/Drama/Angst/Romance
Betas: Tracy & Dorothy
Feedback: Much appreciated
Disclaimer: The "boys" belong to JKR. I just borrow them on occasion. No money is being made from this little adventure.

Summary: Interesting things can happen when you're away from everyone and everything you know.


Chapter 19 - Halloween At Club Hush

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Harry was amazed by how long it took Draco to get ready to go out. He had already spent over a half-hour in the bathroom, taking up not only most of the hot water, but the majority of the space in front of the mirror as well. A lively shoving match ensued for a few minutes as each one of the boys jockeyed for space, and Harry finally gave up, leaving Draco to finish his primping alone. Once the blonde was satisfied with his work there, he moved into his room and flung open the wardrobe, searching for something suitable to wear.

At that moment, Harry, who had been dressed and ready to go for some time now, was lying on Draco’s bed, watching the vain git preen in front of the full-length mirror hanging on the back of the door. Allen and Chad had taken over the other room so that they could dress in their costumes without harassment from Draco.

"Must you stare?" Draco said as he caught Harry’s emerald gaze in the mirror.

"I’m not staring," Harry said defensively.

"You haven’t blinked in over a minute, Harry. You’re staring," he said as he ran a slim hand over the front of his shirt, as if smoothing out non-existent wrinkles.

"And how would you know that if you hadn’t been watching me?" Harry queried, a dark brow raised.

"I never said that I wasn’t watching you. I just meant that it wasn’t polite to stare," he stated.

Harry sat up on the bed, swinging his long, jean-clad legs over the side. "Well then, I should be saying the same thing to you, shouldn’t I?"

"Yes, you should, but it won’t change anything," Draco said with a wink to Harry via the mirror. The blonde surveyed his reflection one last time and decided that he was ready. He had chosen a pair of black jeans that hugged his frame in all the right places, not too tight but not as loose as some of the other students wore them, and a plum colored button-up that shimmered like water on the lake when he moved. His blonde hair hung straight, almost to his shoulders, framing his face. To complete the ensemble, he had chosen to wear his black Doc Martens, something that Allen had told him that any self-respecting wizard should own, never mind the fact that they were muggle items.

He laughed to himself. If anyone at Hogwarts ever found out that a Malfoy was wearing muggle attire, they would have thought him insane and reserved a room for him at St. Mungos. But he was not Malfoy; he was Draco, and thus doing things the way he wanted to do. His eyes met Harry’s in the mirror once again and he smiled, causing a faint blush to creep up Harry's neck, and Harry smiled in return. Yes, it was nice to be Draco.

"Are you ready yet?" Allen asked as he and Chad joined them a few minutes later. They were dressed in their costumes and both Harry and Draco tried their best not to laugh at the absurd spectacle standing in front of them.

"I sincerely hope you don’t expect me to sit with you two tonight, do you?" Draco asked as he surveyed his two roommates, a grin threatening to break through his façade.

Allen threw an arm around Draco’s shoulders. "Draco, old buddy, we are going to be so blitzed tonight that it wouldn’t matter if we were sitting there in our birthday suits."

One blonde eyebrow rose upwards. "Oh really?" he asked with an evil smirk. "Well then, count me in if nakedness is involved."

"Allen, please don’t mention anything having to do with getting naked around him," Harry said as he moved from Draco’s bed to join the others. He pulled Draco into the circle of his arms. "As for you, if there’s any nakedness to be had, it will be between you and me, nobody else. Understand?" he asked, his emerald eyes shining.

"Then I say skip the party and we’ll stay here and get naked," Draco offered with a grin.

"I second that vote," Chad said.

Allen grabbed his boyfriend’s hand and went for the door. "No, nobody is staying here tonight and getting naked. We’re going to the club and we’re going to have one hell of a time, now that a certain two roommates have finally pulled their heads out of their asses and did what should have been done a couple of weeks ago."

"Harry and I have never done anything normal, so why would this be any different? Sound familiar, Allen?" Draco asked as he and Harry followed the others. "We’re together now and that’s all that matters. But I’m warning you two. If you dance with him, you had better keep your hands above the waist and there had better be plenty of room between you."

"Wooo, Blondie has a possessive steak," Chad teased as he looked back at Draco.

"He’s Harry Potter, for Merlin’s sake. Wouldn’t you be?" Draco answered and received a smack to the back of his head. "Harry, mind the hair!" he said as he smoothed the pieces that had dislodged from their appointed place.

* * * * *

Any Halloween costume imaginable, and some that weren’t, were found behind the doors of Club Hush a little while later. Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, mummies, witches (muggle fairy-tale variety of course), vampires, cowboys, Indians, knights, kings, queens, Frankenstein and his Bride, military personnel, pimps, whores, pirates and more were seen over the course of the evening.

"I have to say that this is very entertaining," Draco said as he lifted another Stella Artois to his lips. "Of course I would never be caught dead dressing up like that, but it’s fun to watch."

"I don't know, Draco. I think you'd look good dressed in something like that," Harry said as he tipped the end of his beer bottle towards a group of guys dressed as military men a few tables away. "Form fitting muscle shirt, combat pants that hug your arse just so," Harry looked at his boyfriend with an evil grin. "I could see you strolling into the Great Hall of Hogwarts dressed like that. Everyone would swear that you were under the Imperious or something."

"Hmm, I might have to keep that in mind for when we port-key back. Imagine Dumbledore’s face if we suddenly appeared dressed like that! Merlin, he’d keel over with a coronary," Draco said with a laugh as he took one last drink from his bottle. "Where can I get some clothes like that?"

"Draco, you’re not serious," Harry said as his emerald eyes grew wide.

"And why not? You said it yourself that I would look good in it. Well, I might not wear a shirt like that, but I think a regular t-shirt would be okay," Draco commented.

Harry shook his head. "I was only saying that … oh never mind," Harry said as he finished the beer that he was drinking.

"Two beers down, gentlemen. Time to hit the dance floor," Allen said as he stood and pulled Chad across the bench seat and into his arms. "How about it cowboy? Feel like takin’ a spin?" he asked with a southern drawl.

"Allen, please never attempt that again," Chad said with a laugh. "You’re a gnarly surfer dude. You don’t speak cowboy," he said as he pulled his boyfriend towards the dance floor.

"Right. Like you do?"

Chad pulled Allen’s body against his. "Damn right I do," he said as he exaggerated his southern drawl. "How about - save a horse and ride a cowboy," he said. "Is that good enough for you?"

"I should have listened to you and Draco about staying in and getting naked," Allen said with a groan.

"That comes later, when it’s time to ride," Chad promised as he pulled Allen to the center of the dance floor.

"Those two were cursed as children, I just know it," Draco said as he shook his platinum locks. "How about you? Feel like being groped on the dance floor for a little while?" he asked as he looked at Harry, mischief filling his silver eyes.

"Do you even have to ask?" Harry asked as they slid from their side of the booth. "But just to let you know, I intend on getting in my fair share of groping as well," he informed his boyfriend as they melted into the crowd where they joined their roommates.

Draco felt a pair of arms encircling his waist from behind, pulling him back against his partner’s chest as their bodies moved together to the music. Draco let his head fall back on Harry’s right shoulder and he turned his head to inhale Harry’s scent. Merlin, he would never get enough of that. Oranges and spice and Harry all rolled into one. His pulse quickened as Harry’s left hand moved from his waist to link their fingers together and bring their joined hands up rest on Draco’s chest. He pressed a kiss against the salty skin of Harry’s neck and felt the arms that were holding him tighten a bit in return. Draco closed his eyes and concentrated on the feel of Harry’s body pressed flush against his, loving the way it felt to be held by him.

After several songs, everyone returned to the table for more drinks.

"Alcohol," Allen declared. "We need more alcohol."

"I’ll get this round," Draco offered and disappeared down the walkway only to reappear a few minutes later with an armful of bottles.

"Damn, Draco. Think you got enough?" Chad asked as he took several bottles and sat them on the table, the others doing the same.

"Probably not, but this was all I could carry," he said as he slid into the booth with Harry.

"Thanks," Harry said as Draco handed a bottle to him.

"Anytime," Draco said.

"So what are you two going to do after you get out of school?" Chad asked.

"I haven’t given it much thought," Harry answered. "Maybe go off to University, maybe work somewhere," he said with a shrug. "Maybe do nothing."

"Nothing?" Chad asked. "And just how can you afford to do nothing?" Chad asked.

"I’m not doing a bloody thing until I have to, and even then I might not do it," Draco offered before Harry could answer.

"Malfoy isn't the only one with an inheritance," Harry said with a grin.

Three pairs of eyes landed on Harry. It was Draco who spoke up. "You? You have money?"

"Yes, I have money. Probably not as much as you, but enough to be comfortable," Harry stated.

Draco was confused. "But if you had money, then why in Merlin's name were you wearing cast-offs instead of up-to-date clothes?"

"If my guardians were to find out that I had money, they would have bled me dry. Dumbledore was the only one who knew. I had no idea until the beginning of the first year. Only Dumbledore and myself know the balances of my accounts," Harry said as he took a drink.

"Accounts?" Draco asked. "As in more than one?"

Harry only grinned.

"And what about you, Mr. Malfoy? Exactly how much are you worth?" Chad asked Draco, his curiosity getting the better of him, thanks in no small part to the alcohol taking over his system.

"A Malfoy never discuss their finances," he said with a sniff.

"Malfoy wouldn’t, but would Draco?" Allen asked.

He shrugged. "I’ll put it this way. I won’t have to seek gainful employment anytime soon," he said as he took a drink. "I plan on being a man of leisure for a very long time."

"Well, in that case, I say that you should pay for our drinks for the rest of the night," Chad offered. "Oh fuck that, you and Harry can pay for our outings for the rest of the school year if you’re that loaded."

"A man of leisure, you say?" Allen asked. "And just what would a man of leisure do all day? Lay around watching gay porn?"

Draco was in the process of taking a drink when Allen made his comment and he almost spit his beer out. "Okay, you found out my secret plans for the future. I plan to watch gay porn and wank all day. How did you know?" Draco asked with a wink.

"You just seem to be the type who would get off on watching others," Allen offered as he held up his beer. "So gentlemen, here is the question I propose for this round of drinks. Do you have exhibitionist or voyeuristic tendencies?"

This time it was Harry’s turn to choke on his beer.

"Well, from the sputtering coming from the corner, I’d venture a guess that Harry has something to say on the proposed subject," Allen said as he pointed the neck of the beer bottle Harry’s way. "So Harry, care to tell us your secret?"

Harry blushed and shook his head. "Not particularly. Let someone else go first," he suggested, trying to divert the attention away from himself.

Chad started. "I like to watch, but then again, I’m a guy so that’s a given. Not too sure about the exhibitionist part. I think I’ll keep my privates just that, private."

"How about it Draco? Do you like to watch or be watched?" Allen asked.

"Wait!" Chad interjected, his beer bottle waving in the air. "Let me guess. He’s a guy so naturally he’d like to watch, but from the way that he prances around our rooms with hardly anything on, I’d have to say that he was an exhibitionist also. Anyone want to take my side with that assumption?"

Allen nodded. "I’ll agree with you, Chad. How about you Harry?"

"Both," he said as he looked at Draco.

Draco laughed. "Yes, you are correct in saying that I like to watch, although that wasn’t something that happened very often at school. But contrary to popular belief, when it comes to Malfoy’s escapades, he was not an exhibitionist. He did not go around shagging others in public places."

"Liar," Harry said he tilted his bottle back for another swallow, the alcohol beginning to loosen his tongue.

All eyes flew to Harry, Draco’s stormy gaze boring into Harry. "Excuse me?" he asked."You"You’re lying, Draco," Harry stated again.

A blonde eyebrow lifted. "Do you have any proof to support your claim?"

Harry smiled. It was time to let everyone in on his little secret. "Yes, I do. It’s called an invisibility cloak and it comes in quite handy for sneaking around the castle after curfew. I had gone up to the Astronomy Tower one night and stumbled upon Draco and someone in a very compromising situation."

Gray eyes bore into Harry, disbelief distorting Draco’s features.

"How do you know it was Draco?" Allen asked.

"There is only one person at Hogwarts who has hair like his," he said as he took another drink. "And if that hadn’t given him away, the pale skin would have."

"Bloody hell," Draco muttered.

"So Harry, did you have a nice wank after watching Draco and his partner?" Chad asked, his blue eyes filled with curiosity.

Harry laughed. "What do you think? I mean, come on. Look at him. He’s bloody gorgeous!"

"So let me get this straight," Allen said. "You spied on your enemy while he was having sex with someone." Harry nodded. "And it turned you on." Another nod. "And you had a nice leisurely wanking session afterwards."

Harry sat his empty bottle on the table. "Not the first time," he said with a lopsided grin. "But later, yeah."

"Is this not the strangest thing you ever heard?" Allen asked Chad. "You two are just not normal."

"So, Mr. Malfoy, what do you have to say about the information that has come to light?" Chad asked with a drunken grin.

Draco could have played this off several different ways. He could summon Malfoy and berate Harry for spying on him, he could be someone else and hide his face in embarrassment, or he could be Harry’s boyfriend and make Harry pay. He rather liked the third option.

Draco’s lust filled orbs turned to Harry. "I think I’m going to dance with my boyfriend for a little while," he said as he slid from the booth then reached down to grab Harry’s thigh, dragging him forward and pushing his body back onto the seat at the same time.

Harry’s pulse leapt from what he saw in Draco’s stormy eyes - want, need, lust. Before he realized it, Draco had leaned over him, hips pressing into hips, their mouths inches apart. "What do you say, Harry? Feel like dancing with me?" he asked with an evil smile.

Harry’s eyes went wide as he felt the hardness pressing against his, and he pulled Draco’s lips to his, thoroughly snogging his boyfriend in the booth. When Harry pulled away, he smiled. "Horizontally or vertically?"

"Oh fuck, Harry, you are driving me crazy," Draco breathed against Harry’s lips, his cock now throbbing against the fly of his jeans.

"The feeling is mutual," he said as he kissed the flushed, swollen lips one last time. "Now, get off of me before we get tossed out of here. Merlin, Draco. What is it with you and public places?" Harry asked as he watched his boyfriend move. "I thought you weren’t into that kind of thing."

Draco stood and took Harry’s hand to help him up. "It’s your fault, I assure you," he said as he ushered Harry onto the dance floor, leaving their two roommates at the table.

"This tos to be the most fucked up night of my entire life," Chad said as he finished his beer. "I need more alcohol," he stated. "Since Daddy Warbucks just left, I guess I’ll get this next round. Care to accompany me to the bar so I don’t get molested along the way?" he asked Allen.

"How about if I’m the one doing the molesting?"

"Lead on then," Chad said as they left for the bar.

Draco led Harry to a darkened part of the dance floor and immediately pulled their bodies together, touching at every possible point - chests, hips aligned just so, thighs cradling their partner’s.

"Do you know how turned on I am by the thought of you watching me?" Draco asked as he settled his hands on Harry’s hips, holding them close.

"I think I can hazard a guess," Harry replied as he slid his hands under the hem of Draco’s shirt, one hand splayed between his shoulder blades while the other gently caressed the muscles of his lower back. He leaned into Draco and lowered his head, kissing the flushed skin above the collar of his boyfriend’s shirt. Harry felt, rather than heard, the soft moan that escaped from between Draco’s lips. "Like that?" he asked as he pressed another kiss to Draco’s skin.

Draco rolled his hips, his erection pressing snugly against Harry. "What do you think?"

"I think you like that," he said as he gently nipped and kissed the tender flesh, leaving faint pink marks on Draco’s neck.

"Harry, you keep doing that and I won’t be responsible for what happens next," Draco warned as the hand that was on Harry’s back moved lower, a pale thumb catching in one of Harry’s pockets, his hand gently squeezing Harry’s arse.

"Dracoooooo," Harry moaned as he pressed himself against the body in front of him.

"Mmmm, I like the way you say my name," Draco said as he moved his lips to Harry’s neck, lavishing the same attention on his partner that he had just received. "Say it again," he commanded as he rubbed himself against Harry.

Harry was so caught up in the sensation of Draco’s lips on his neck and the feel of his boyfriend’s cock pressing against his own that he didn’t have to be told to say his name again. It came out on its own. "Dracoooo, fuck that feels good," he said as he pulled his partner tighter against him.

"Glad you approve," Draco breathed against the hypersensitive skin of Harry’s neck as they continued to move together on the dance floor. "Hey Harry?"

"Hmmm?" It was the only sound he could manage at the time. He was experiencing a sensory overload thanks to the very talented tongue and lips belonging to one Draco Malfoy.

"How much did you like watching?" his boyfriend asked, gently nipping at the tender skin covering his jawbone.

Harry gently nudged Draco’s face aside, pressing their flushed cheeks together. "Oh fuck, Draco. You have no idea how hot it was seeing you like that," he said into a sensitive ear.

"What were you thinking?" he asked as his tongue lapped at the sweat rolling down Harry’s cheek.

"That I wished it was me you were fucking," Harry admitted. "Oh fuck, Draco," he said as he turned and captured the tongue between his lips and sucked on it.

"Don’t worry, Harry," he breathed. "I plan on doing that many, many times," he warned his boyfriend as both hands slid over the pert globes of Harry’s rear and squeezed.

"What else do you have planned?" Harry asked as he rocked his hips backwards into Draco’s caress, his own hands moving to the front of Draco’s body, his thumbs pressing into sleek hipbones.

"I’m going to kiss every inch of your body," Draco said as he lavished more kisses to the underside of Harry’s jaw, working his way to the tanned neck.

Harry let his head fall to the side, giving his boyfriend better access. "Hmmmm. I like that idea."

"And then I’m going to suck on that gorgeous cock of yours." Draco licked a path from the hollow of Harry’s throat up and over his Adam’s apple, pausing a moment to suck there.

Harry moaned deep in his throat from the sensation of Draco’s lips sucking on him there. "How do you know what my cock looks like?" he managed to ask as his hands ventured upwards, teasing the sensitive skin of Draco’s stomach.

"I’ve seen it," his boyfriend said as his hands slid down the sides of Harry’s thighs, around the sides, and then up the front, his thumbs brushing against the column of flesh in Harry’s jeans.

"H … how?" Harry asked as he felt Draco’s hands caressing him, his own hands faltering for a moment.

"You’re not the only one who can spy on someone," Draco stated as he pressed his palm against Harry’s denim covered cock, his other hand going around his partner’s waist to steady him.

"Oh fuck. Where?" the dark haired wizard asked as he pressed himself into Draco’s capable hand.

The tip of Draco’s tongue traveled up Harry’s neck and lapped at his earlobe. "You stayed late after Quidditch practice one day. I saw you in the showers. You were enjoying yourself."

"And you watched," Harry moaned.

"Yes, I watched, and I enjoyed myself just as you did," he breathed behind his partners ear.

"Oh fuck," Harry said as he let his head fall onto Draco’s shoulder, images of the blonde stroking himself drifting through his mind.

Draco applied a bit more pressure to Harry’s cock. "Oh yes, Harry. I’m especially looking forward to that."

Emerald passion-glazed eyes sought dark gray. "Draco, fuck. I want you so bad right now."

A pair of passion-swollen lips caressed another. "So take me," he offered as his hand traveled upwards and snaked under Harry’s shirt, skimming his torso lightly.

Harry shook his head, their lips brushing against each other. "No, Draco. I can’t do that here. I won’t do that here," Harry stated as he thought about what had happened last weekend. He would not use Draco like that.

"Then let’s go back to the dorm," Draco said as he curled his thumb against a dusky nipple, his blunt nail teasing the hardened nub.

Harry gasped from the sensation. "What about our roommates?"

"Want them to join us?" the blonde asked as he assaulted Harry’s neck again.

Before Draco could become too involved, Harry pulled back. "No!" he shouted.

"Just checking," Draco said before claiming Harry’s lips in a smoldering kiss. Teeth, tongues, and lips met repeatedly, neither willing to give up the battle for dominance. It was Draco who backed away first. "Ready to go?" he asked, his lips bruised and swollen.

Harry took a few deep breaths. "Yeah, but I need to use the loo first."

"You’re not going to take care of your problem are you?" Draco asked, his thumb now caressing the other boy’s darkened lips.

"No, but I’m sure that you will when we get back," Harry offered.

"You’ve got that right. Now go use the loo so we can move on to other things," Draco said as he gave his partner one last kiss and then walked with him from the dance floor.

The blonde leaned his lithe frame against the railing that surrounded the dancers, his hands gripping the silver bar in an attempt to calm his erotic thoughts. Merlin, Harry was more responsive than he would have ever hoped for. He could only imagine how it would be when they were back in his room, clothes strewn in all directions, their naked bodies writhing in ecstasy.

"Dragon," a smoky voice said behind him.

Draco tensed. This was NOT what he needed tonight, especially right now. He took a deep breath and summoned Malfoy to greet the newcomer. "Craig."

"Enjoying the party?" he asked as he settled himself back against the railing, his eyes never leaving the vision that was standing beside him.

"You could say that," the younger man commented. Yes, he was definitely enjoying the party and looking forward to a more private one in the near future.

"I saw you with your friend. Think he’d mind sharing you tonight?" Craig asked.

"Yes, he would," Draco replied, knowing that even if Harry didn’t, he did.

Craig inched a bit closer to Draco. "Think he might be persuaded otherwise?"

Draco fought the urge to move and held his ground. "I don’t think so."

"How about a threesome?" Craig asked, his finger now gently stroking Draco’s face. "I don’t mind taking on an extra as long as you’re part of the package," he suggested.

Draco pulled his face away from Craig’s touch. "No."

"What will it take, Dragon? I love the way you taste and I want more of it," the unwelcome guest said as he moved closer to Draco.

Draco held up his hand to stop Craig’s progress. "I said no, Craig. And my name is Draco. Not Dragon," he said, his eyes full of anger.

"You didn’t mind it last weekend," he said as he took Draco’s hand and tried to pull the younger wizard to him.

"Last weekend was a mistake," came a new voice behind the two.

Draco yanked his hand back and stepped aside, allowing Harry to stand beside him. The air around them crackled with tension as the two dark haired wizards assessed each other. Harry knew immediately who was trying to pick up his boyfriend for another round of fun, and after Craig gave Harry a once over, he recognized the similarities between them and realized the reason behind Draco’s strange behavior last weekend.

"So you’re Harry," Craig stated.

"Yes. And you’re Craig and we’re leaving," Harry declared as he slid his hand into Draco’s and the two turned, heading down the steps when they heard Craig’s voice again.

"What’s wrong Draco? Can’t make your own decisions?" he taunted.

Harry’s anger rose and he turned to go after the bastard, but Draco stopped him.

"Harry, don’t. He’s not worth it," he said and then turned to Craig. "If you know what’s good for you, you’ll never approach me again. Last weekend was a mistake that will never be repeated," Draco said before they melted into the crowd on the dance floor and went in search of their roommates

Allen and Chad were still sitting at the table and immediately noticed that something was wrong as their roommates approached.

"Oh hell. What happened?" Chad asked as Harry motioned for Draco to slide into the booth first, allowing Harry to sit on the outside in case someone decided to come by and try to make trouble for them.

Draco picked up a beer and drank deeply as Harry told their roommates that Craig was trying to pick up Draco again but he wasn’t listening to what Draco was telling him. Finally Harry had had enough and put a stop to things before they went too far.

"I would have punched his lights out," Allen said.

"I think Harry would have if I hadn’t stopped him. Craig spouted off as we were walking away and I had to keep Harry from going back after him," Draco said as he set the now empty bottle on the table.

"Defending your man’s honor?" Chad teased.

"In a strange sort of way, I guess so. I’ve never felt the need to do that before and it just seemed like the right thing to do," Harry said as he peeled the label from the bottle sitting in front of him.

Allen grinned. "That just means you care about him, Harry. Thernothnothing wrong with wanting to protect the person you’re with."

"Do you mind? I’d rather not talk about him any longer. It was a bloody fucking mistake what I did last weekend and now I’m paying for it," Draco said, beginning to get angry about everything.

Harry turned Draco’s face to him. "Do not say that, Draco. You’re not paying for anything. It’s over and done, end of story. If anyone should pay for something, it should be Craig for ruining our plans for the rest of the evening," Harry said with a forced grin.

Draco leaned forward and gently kissed his boyfriend. "I’m sorry about that."

Harry nodded. "I’m not in a partying mood any longer, so I think I’m going to head back to the dorm."

"Sounds good to me. I don’t want to stay here," Draco said as he and Harry slid from the booth, their roommates doing the same.

"I think we’ll head back with you guys," Allen said.

Harry stopped them. "No. Why don’t you guys stay here and finish out the night? Don’t feel that you have to leave on our account. We’ll be okay."

"You sure?" Allen asked.

Harry nodded.

"Alright, we’ll see you two later," Allen said before the couple left.

* * * * *

The walk back to school was an interesting one. It seemed that everyone was out and about that night, tricking more than treating anyone that could be found. More than once, Harry and Draco found themselves on the run from over-enthusiastic revelers. The childish antics seemed to have put each of them in a better mood, but there was still an underlying tension swirling around them thanks to Craig.

Their dorm was no safer. It seemed that those who weren’t outside or at the club were playing in the hallways. Streamers and confetti littered the floor as they made their way towards their rooms, effectively dodging spells and hexes intended for others thanks to their Advanced DADA training. They stumbled into Draco’s room before their luck ran out.

"I’m glad this is the last year I have to put up with this kind of behavior," Draco said as he walked over to his bed and collapsed onto it, his arms flung out to the side.

"It’s not that bad," Harry said as he moved Draco’s left arm and sat down, his back resting against the wall. Draco moved around so that his head was in Harry’s lap and he looked up at his boyfriend.

"You would say that," Draco said, his pale hand covering his mouth as he yawned. "You and Weasley were always up to no good."

"Oh please, Draco. The Slytherins always had their annual bash that night. Don’t tell me that you didn’t enjoy the festivities in the dungeons," Harry hedged as he reached down and brushed a stray lock of blonde hair away from Draco’s eyes.

"Fire whisky, yes. Festivities, no. I would drink myself into oblivion so I wouldn’t have to put up with everyone."

Harry laughed. "I would have probably done the same thing if I would have been in your shoes. I still haven’t figured out how you put up with them," he said as he ran his hand through Draco’s hair, brushing it all away from his face.

Pale lids closed over gray eyes. "Mmmm, that feels good," Draco said quietly.

Harry smiled. "Your hair is so soft," he said as he let it slide through his fingers several times.

"Maybe because I wash it every day?" his boyfriend replied, a grin tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Maybe that’s because you’re a vain bugger," Harry offered.

"Could be," Draco said as he relaxed into Harry’s touch. "I could fall asleep like this."

"Lucky you. At least you’re lying down," the raven-haired wizard said.

Draco moved and before Harry realized it, he found himself laying flat on his back. "There, now you are too, so stop whining about it."

Harry moved himself up the bed so that his head was resting on Draco’s pillow. "Yes, much better," he said as he looked up at Dr who who was still standing beside the bed. "Planning on glaring at me all night or are you going to lie back down?"

Draco sat on the edge of the bed and removed his Doc Martens, tossing them in the vicinity of his wardrobe. "That depends," he said as he looked over his shoulder.

"On what?" he asked as his emerald eyes met gray.

Draco turned so that he was facing Harry. "How long do you plan on hogging the bed?"

"You’re the one who put me here. I can leave if you’d like your bed back," Harry said as he sat up. Draco’s hand pressing on the center of his chest stopped him.

"No …. I do … want you here. Stay with me tonight?" he asked, his voice filled with uncertainty. He certainly wanted Harry to stay with him, but wasn’t sure if his boyfriend was ready for that yet. "Allen and Chad can have your room for the night."

There were a million reasons against the idea and only one reason in its favor. He would wake up with Draco in his arms, or he would wake up in Draco’s. Either option was a very pleasant thought.

"Draco, what about earlier, at the club?" Harry asked, worried that Draco might want to finihat hat they started. Not that he wasn’t all for the idea, it just didn’t seem right, not right now.

Draco saw Harry’s resistance and hurried to explain. "I know, Harry, and I want that too. But tonight I just want to be with you."

Harry nodded and slid from the bed. "I’ll be right back," he said and then disappeared into his own room.

Draco quickly undressed, leaving his clothes in a messy pile on the floor and slid into a pair of sleep pants, and then crawled into to wto wait for Harry. Merlin, he must be crazy for even thinking that they could sleep together without doing anything. If it were not for that fucking wanker Craig ruining their fun earlier, there’s no telling what they would be doing right now. But things didn’t work out quite like they had planned, and Draco was sure that he wasn’t the only one who was disappointed. He just wanted Harry in his arms so he would know that things would be all right. Maybe they could do this. It was worth a shot, and if things threatened to move beyond their agreement, then he would sleep in Allen’s bed.

A few minutes later, Harry walked back into Draco’s room wearing a pair of boxers and t-shirt.

"If you plan on sleeping with me, the shirt must go," Draco said from where he was laying on his side, head propped up on his hand. "I cannot have my perfect skin marred by the rough fibers of your sleepwear."

Harry grinned as he reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it up and over his head. "You just want to see my body, Draco. Admit it," he said as he tossed the shirt towards his boyfriend. "Better?" he asked as he moved to sit on the bed.

Draco nodded. "Much," he said as he moved back against the wall and lifted the covers so Harry could slide under them.

"Are you sure about this?" Harry asked as he lay back on the pillow, Draco nestling himself against his boyfriend’s right side, Harry’s arms encircling his pale angel. Draco’s right leg was thrown over Harry’s, his right arm resting against the brunette’s tanned chest, his head nestled in the crook of a shoulder and neck.

"Absolutely," Draco said, his warm breath caressing the sensitive skin of his boyfriend’s neck.

Harry tipped Draco’s face up to his and gently kissed his lips. He knew that he had to keep it light or things would quickly get out of hand. "Goodnight, my dragon," he said against pale lips. He heard the hitch in Draco’s breathing and wondered if he had just messed up. Looking down into silver eyes, he asked, "Is that okay?"

Others had used that name before, but hearing it from Harry’s lips was something completely different. Before he merely tolerated it, even going so far as putting a stop to it a few times, but now it was as if it meant something, that in some small way he belonged to Harry. And he didn’t hate that idea as much as he thought he would.

"Perfect," he breathed against moist lips and settled back into Harry’s embrace, his hand now resting over a racing heart.

Harry kissed Draco’s platinum locks as his right hand trailed absently up and down Draco’s arm. He was aware of every inch of the lithe body pressed intimately against him, from the slim foot that was hooked possessively around his shin to the feather-soft hair that was resting just under his chin. For once in all of his seventeen years, Harry finally felt that he had found someone who could make him happy.

* * * * *

"Merlin, would you look at that?" Allen quietly asked as he and Chad stood in the doorway, their eyes taking in their sleeping roommates who were wound intimately around each other.

Chad nuzzled Allen’s neck. "Now THAT is hot," he said as placed a kiss on the sweaty skin.

"I was afraid you would think that. Now it seems that you need to be punished," he teased his boyfriend as he closed the door, giving the sleeping wizards their privacy.

Chad pulled his boyfriend into his rood ovd over to his bed. "Which is precisely why I said it," he said as he slowly started unbuttoning his shirt, brown eyes never leaving his.

TBC

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