Fifty Blue Shades of Harry

Harry sits on the couch and contemplates the past few days. Malfoy has been surprisingly civil. He worked on his potions and made scathing remarks in a way that reminded Harry of Snape. He felt the familiar pang in his chest. Guilt.

At lunch, he looks to Draco.

"Were you and Snape close?" he asks suddenly.

Draco startles for a second, and then responds with a sneer.

"What do you care Potter?" he says bitterly. They were definitely close.

"I was just wondering." Harry responds carelessly.

"Well he was my godfather so you could say so."

After a moment, Harry asks another question,

"How long did you know about his true alliances?"

"I've always suspected I think. He was different when he was alone with me, like I was seeing someone no one else could."

Harry was only further saddened by this.

"I'm sorry" he says honestly to the blonde.

Draco shrugs. "A lot of people have gone and left, Potter."

Harry responds, "He worked harder than anyone I know."

"I know." Draco responds regrettably.

After several moments it is Draco that asks a question.

"What happened between you and your friends?" he asks curiously.

Harry is noticeably uncomfortable as he figures out how to respond.

"Well, I can't look the Weasley's in the eye after everything that's happened. Ron and Hermione have been doing their own thing, though it's not like I've really tried to see them, to be honest.. How about you?" he asks Draco.

"Honestly, I don't have.. friends. There are people I tolerate and people I work with... and people I fuck." he pauses, looking coolly at Harry, before continuing.

"Some of whom you may see from time to time."

Harry shrugs. He doesn't care. There was actually someone he would go see sometimes, not that he'd let Malfoy know that.

Draco was surprised by the lack of reaction on the other man's face. It made him curious. What would he need to say to rile the bastard up?

"What? Is the famous Harry Potter having problems with the ladies?" he asks.

After a moment, Harry responds, "What do you care, Malfoy?" staring at Draco with that same empty stare.

"I asked you a question. I would just like an answer." Draco responds, returning said stare expectantly.

This, again, took Harry by surprise. When had Malfoy become so dark and captivating?

"I do sort of have someone. But it's nothing serious.. he won't be coming over or anything." Harry spills.

Malfoy smirks.. 'he?' "You're into blokes now Potter?" This makes him giddy.

Harry shrugs once again, and Draco gets up suddenly.

Just as suddenly, he is on the other side of the table, facing Harry and sitting down heavily atop the dark haired boy, straddling him.

Harry's breath catches in his throat as the blonde's face inches towards his.

"That really is an awful habit Harry. Shrugging is rude and nasty. Let me teach you." Draco very deliberately thrusts against Harry as he says that last part, grinding his hips into Harry's and pushing down on the offending shoulders.

Harry's face flushes with arousal as he asks Draco to stop.

"Please stop this Draco," he says nervously. "I don't want.."

"What don't you want Potter? And don't say me because I can feel that you do." he thrusts again.

It was decided. He would fuck Harry Potter silly. There was something about the guy.

"I didn't even know you were gay Malfoy. This is news to me."

"I'm not" Malfoy smirks as he responds.

"Then what is this?" Harry says, a bit more heated. Was Malfoy fucking with him? Did he think this was funny?

This is exactly the reaction Draco was looking for, and his smile widens.

"Just some fun among roommates Harry. I bet you're exquisite" Draco says closer to his ear as he grinds further into the dark haired boy's lap.

"Sod off Malfoy" Harry responds, aroused but unwilling.

What had he got himself into?