How to Save a Life

Harry woke alone the next morning. It took a full minute before his consciousness reminded him of whose bed he was in and why!

Embarrassment flamed across his cheeks and he raised his hands to cover his eyes, as if to block out the memories. Holding his breath; Harry listened carefully for any sound that would indicate George’s whereabouts. Finally; hearing a low hum of noise coming from beneath, Harry realised that George was already up and in the shop. And a further look at his watch showed him that he had slept quite late.

Stumbling from George’s bed; Harry made his way into the living room and was relieved to find that the hangover potion was still sat on the table at the side of the sofa. He drank it quickly and then headed off to the bathroom. Although George had used a cleaning charm on them, Harry was sure that there was a faint smell of sex that stillclung to him. The thought of returning to the Burrow and having any of the Weasleys suspect what had passed between him and George made Harry feel slightly sick.

He showered quickly, eager to be dressed and leave without bumping into George. He slipped out of the bathroom and his heart sank at the sight of the red head standing smiling at him.

“Morning Harry, how are you feeling?”

The blush returned to Harry’s face and he struggled to look his friend in the eye.

“M’fine thanks” he mumbled

George walked closer to him and Harry held his breath at the feel of a hand on his arm.

“Harry, you don’t have to be embarrassed about last night. I won’t say anything to anyone. There’s nothing wrong with what we did you know?”

Harry shrugged off George’s touch and walked over to towards the window.

“I was drunk, we both were.”

George chuckled;
“Yes we certainly were. But I would have still done it if I had been sober and I think you would of too.”

Harry snapped his head round to look at the red head
“You make it sound like we’re gay.”

George laughed again but his tones were gentler when he spoke this time.

“Well I am gay Harry and after last night I would say that you are too”

Harry span round to face his friend; his face flushed with anger and confusion evident in his green eyes.

“I’m not gay” he spat.

George raised an eyebrow at him before stepping closer.

“Oh really? So what was last night about Harry, and don’t give me that crap about being drunk. Look me in the eye and tell me you didn’t enjoy it? Tell me you don’t like it when I do this.”

George reached out a hand and caressed Harry’s face, running a thumb across his bottom lip. Harry’s eyes widened with something akin to fear but he couldn’t look away or move.

George snaked a hand slowly round Harry’s waist and pulled him closer. Lowering his lips towards Harry’s, he murmured
“You’re not drunk now Harry!”

Then his lips crashed down onto Harry’s in an intense kiss. His arms pulled Harry’s body flush against his own as he forced his tongue into the velvet warmth of Harry’s mouth.

As soon as it had begun; the kiss was over and George pulled away from Harry with a smirk on his face. He looked down at Harry’s groin, to his obvious arousal.

“Now look me in the eye and tell me you didn’t enjoy that!”

Harry opened his lips to speak but found no words coming out. His head was spinning; George was right, he had enjoyed the kiss, just like he had enjoyed having his cock touched last night. Harry wanted to cry. Just when he thought his life was about to become simpler and carefree, this had to happen. He couldn’t be gay – could he? What about Cho and Ginny? Did this mean he wanted George, or worse still, that George wanted him?

George watched the range of emotions play across his friends face before taking pity on him.

“Stop panicking Harry. It’s not the end of the world you know? You can be gay and happy.”

“But I can’t....I mean, I don’t want....” Harry trailed off, unable to put his thoughts into words.

George patted him on the shoulder sympathetically.

“Go home Harry, you have a lot to think about. You don’t owe me any explanations but you do owe it to yourself to be honest.”

Harry nodded at this gratefully before finally finding his tongue.

“Are we ok though?”

George laughed again and ruffled Harry’s already messy hair.

“Of course you idiot. Last night was great but don’t over analyse it. You’re like part of the family and I wouldn’t want to mess that up with sex.”

He placed his hands on Harry’s shoulders and pushed him gently towards the fireplace.

“Now go home! Mum will be sending a search party out for you soon, you know how she worries.”
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Draco woke up and could instantly tell that he was not alone in his bed. That confused him for a moment before he remembered Pansy creeping into his room in the middle of the night. She’d woke from a nightmare and had been scared. Draco had immediately allowed her into his bed and held her till she fell asleep.

He opened his eyes and saw a faint smirk on his friends face as she watched him.

“What are you grinning at Parkinson?”

Pansy let out a small chuckle.

“I see you’re still quite the morning person Draco! Did you sleep well? You certainly seemed to!”

Draco felt a bolt of panic hit him as he took in her comment and the look on her face. When added together with the stickiness in his pyjama pants - it did not look good. Trying his best to appear calm, he sneered slightly at his bedfellow.

“I slept perfectly well Pansy, thank you for asking. How about you?”

The grin was now wide across the girls face.

“Oh I slept fine Draco, right up until you started dry humping my leg and calling me Harry! Care to elaborate?”

Draco flushed and struggled to come up with a plausible excuse; he could just try out right denial but Pansy knew well enough when he was lying. He watched her now, grinning at him like a Cheshire cat and realised that he couldn’t remember the last time he had seen a genuine smile like that on her face. Draco wanted her to keep smiling like that, even if it meant sharing with her the misery and humiliation of his Harry Potter obsession.

“IwasdreamingaboutHarryPotter” he blurted out.

Pansy bit back a laugh at this.

“Sorry Draco, I didn’t quite catch that. Could you say it a little slower for me?”

“Fine” Draco snarled.

“I was dreaming about Harry bloody Potter, ok? And what I was doing to your leg was nothing compared to what I was doing to him in my dream.”

Draco allowed a small smile to cross his face as he remembered last nights dream. He and Potter had certainly progressed from the kissing and cuddling of the original dream. He felt Pansy stroking his hair and looked to find her smiling at him.

“Ah” she sighed. “My little Drakie is all grown up and in love with the big brave Gryffindor!”

Draco batted her hand away impatiently.

“I’ll have you know that I am not in love Parkinson. What I dream about doing to Potter has nothing to do with romantic attachment. It’s about fucking, plain and simple.”

“Oh, so that’s why, when you were violating my leg, you used the words - and I quote ‘Oh God Harry, I love you so much!”

Pansy sat back and let a giggle escape her lips at the look of horror that crossed Draco’s face.

“You’re lying, you bitch!”

“No Drakie, I’m not. You really didn’t know? I though you were just lying to me.”

Draco buried his blonde head under the covers and refused to come back out or speak. Pansy sat stroking his back for quite some time before a muffled voice could be heard.

“I’m in love with Potter, Pansy! What the bloody fuck am I going to do?”

“You’re going to get him Draco, that’s what. All we need is a plan; how hard can it be, we are Slytherins after all!”

Draco’s mussed up head appeared from underneath the blankets with a devious smirk on his face.

“Potter doesn’t stand a chance!”