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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult ++
Chapters:
7
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3,433
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22
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Dropping the Bomb
Harry POV
I woke up the next morning with the biggest headache ever. Man was I glad it was Saturday. Someone was banging around in their trunk. I groaned. “Could you keep it down? I have a huge headache.” The only response was more, louder banging. That could only mean one thing.
I stuck my head out of my bed. “Ron, are you still mad at me?” Stupid question.
“What do you think?” he asked, slamming his trunk shut. “And you might want to get up soon if you don’t want to miss lunch,” he hissed as he stormed out of the dorm.
Lunch? Man, it must be late. Of course I hadn’t been aware of what time it was when Draco had brought me back to my room. That memory brought a smile to my face. After Draco had asked me to go out with him, we had spent probably 15 minutes snogging outside the Gryffindor common room before I got so tired I could barely stand. Draco had carried me up to my bed, and I think I fell asleep in his arms. At least I don’t remember being placed in bed, although it was obvious I had ended up there eventually.
My stomach growled. “Ok, ok. I’m getting up.” I must have stood up too fast, though, because all of the sudden I saw bright lights and fell back on the bed. I groaned again. I really needed to remember not to drink that much again any time soon. I finally managed to get dressed and make it to the Great Hall.
Apparently I wasn’t the only one who had been sleeping off the effects of last night. It looked like half the school was still in bed, and those who had make it down didn’t look much better than I felt. I did a quick scan around the Hal, but didn’t see Draco. I sighed and sat down, beginning to pile food on my plate.
“Good morning, sunshine!” a voice said from behind me. I looked up. Draco! I smiled at him. “How’s your head feel?” he asked, sliding into the seat next to me and giving me a hug.
I groaned yet again. “I feel like someone has beaten me upside the head with a 2x4.”
He laughed quietly. “My poor baby.” Then he leaned over and kissed me on the temple. “After some food and aspirin, you want to go for a walk?”
“With you?” I asked, smiling.
“Well, it better not be with anybody else!” he said, wrapping his arms around me.
“Then I’d love to.”
Draco POV
The poor guy not only felt like he had been beaten with a 2x4, he looked like it, too. His eyes were bloodshot, his hair a mess, and he was wincing with every step he took. I don’t think he ever looked more attractive.
We were walking around the castle grounds, holding hands, in a comfortable silence. It amazed me to think how much things had changed between us in a few short months.
“Harry,” I said, breaking the silence. “There’s something I need to tell you.”
He looked at me sadly. “I knew it. I knew you’d change you mind. I knew you couldn’t really like me, It’s ok, though. I knew it was too good to be true.” He looked like he was going to cry.
“What!” I exclaimed, pulling him towards me, “You silly boy! Of course I like you! And don’t you ever think I’d change my mind again. Because I won’t!” I wrapped my arms firmly around his waist and kissed him hard on the mouth. “Now, what I was going to tell you was that I’m not playing Quidditch this year.”
“What!” it was his turn to exclaim. “Not play Quidditch!? Why?”
“Well,” I began, “I just don’t think it would be right. There’s no way I could play against you now. It wouldn’t be fair to my team. Or you.”
“Me?” he asked, smirking. “Why wouldn’t it be fair to me? It’s not like you’ve ever beaten me anyway.” He had a twinkle in his eye and I knew he was kidding.
I squeezed him tight for a second and said, “It’s a good think I know you’re kidding.”
He laughed, then looked serious. “Well, if you’re not playing, neither am I. No,” he said, cutting off what I was about to say. “You were the only one who ever gave me any real competition. If you’re not playing, neither am I.”
“You sure?” I asked him.
“Absolutely.”
“We’re going to have a lot of free time then, with not having practice and all. I wonder what we’re going to with it,” I said suggestively.
“Oh, I bet we can think of something,” Harry said, grinning devilishly before leaning in to kiss me.
I woke up the next morning with the biggest headache ever. Man was I glad it was Saturday. Someone was banging around in their trunk. I groaned. “Could you keep it down? I have a huge headache.” The only response was more, louder banging. That could only mean one thing.
I stuck my head out of my bed. “Ron, are you still mad at me?” Stupid question.
“What do you think?” he asked, slamming his trunk shut. “And you might want to get up soon if you don’t want to miss lunch,” he hissed as he stormed out of the dorm.
Lunch? Man, it must be late. Of course I hadn’t been aware of what time it was when Draco had brought me back to my room. That memory brought a smile to my face. After Draco had asked me to go out with him, we had spent probably 15 minutes snogging outside the Gryffindor common room before I got so tired I could barely stand. Draco had carried me up to my bed, and I think I fell asleep in his arms. At least I don’t remember being placed in bed, although it was obvious I had ended up there eventually.
My stomach growled. “Ok, ok. I’m getting up.” I must have stood up too fast, though, because all of the sudden I saw bright lights and fell back on the bed. I groaned again. I really needed to remember not to drink that much again any time soon. I finally managed to get dressed and make it to the Great Hall.
Apparently I wasn’t the only one who had been sleeping off the effects of last night. It looked like half the school was still in bed, and those who had make it down didn’t look much better than I felt. I did a quick scan around the Hal, but didn’t see Draco. I sighed and sat down, beginning to pile food on my plate.
“Good morning, sunshine!” a voice said from behind me. I looked up. Draco! I smiled at him. “How’s your head feel?” he asked, sliding into the seat next to me and giving me a hug.
I groaned yet again. “I feel like someone has beaten me upside the head with a 2x4.”
He laughed quietly. “My poor baby.” Then he leaned over and kissed me on the temple. “After some food and aspirin, you want to go for a walk?”
“With you?” I asked, smiling.
“Well, it better not be with anybody else!” he said, wrapping his arms around me.
“Then I’d love to.”
Draco POV
The poor guy not only felt like he had been beaten with a 2x4, he looked like it, too. His eyes were bloodshot, his hair a mess, and he was wincing with every step he took. I don’t think he ever looked more attractive.
We were walking around the castle grounds, holding hands, in a comfortable silence. It amazed me to think how much things had changed between us in a few short months.
“Harry,” I said, breaking the silence. “There’s something I need to tell you.”
He looked at me sadly. “I knew it. I knew you’d change you mind. I knew you couldn’t really like me, It’s ok, though. I knew it was too good to be true.” He looked like he was going to cry.
“What!” I exclaimed, pulling him towards me, “You silly boy! Of course I like you! And don’t you ever think I’d change my mind again. Because I won’t!” I wrapped my arms firmly around his waist and kissed him hard on the mouth. “Now, what I was going to tell you was that I’m not playing Quidditch this year.”
“What!” it was his turn to exclaim. “Not play Quidditch!? Why?”
“Well,” I began, “I just don’t think it would be right. There’s no way I could play against you now. It wouldn’t be fair to my team. Or you.”
“Me?” he asked, smirking. “Why wouldn’t it be fair to me? It’s not like you’ve ever beaten me anyway.” He had a twinkle in his eye and I knew he was kidding.
I squeezed him tight for a second and said, “It’s a good think I know you’re kidding.”
He laughed, then looked serious. “Well, if you’re not playing, neither am I. No,” he said, cutting off what I was about to say. “You were the only one who ever gave me any real competition. If you’re not playing, neither am I.”
“You sure?” I asked him.
“Absolutely.”
“We’re going to have a lot of free time then, with not having practice and all. I wonder what we’re going to with it,” I said suggestively.
“Oh, I bet we can think of something,” Harry said, grinning devilishly before leaning in to kiss me.