Bottle Blue

Disclaimer: I solmenly swear that I do not own Harry Potter and/or any characters used in this fic. They are all property of J.K. Rowling.

A/N: This is a much belated birthday present to Matt! It's also my little contribution to this holiday :) His prompt was kitty and he wanted something a little less happy than my normal. I tried... but you all know me! :D
Enjoy!


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Harry was jolted awake by a bright light shining in his eye that morning. He groaned and rolled over, trying to block out the light that was shining brighter and brighter.

“Go ‘way,” he mumbled into his pillow, tugging the covers over his head and snuggling in deeper. Despite the extra layers of covers, he could feel the cold crispness of the late October morning. He gave an involuntary shiver and knew he wasn’t going to get back to sleep.

Instead, he rolled over onto his back and sat up, pulling the covers tightly around his body to savor any warmth he could. He looked around the room, searching for the cause of the ungodly light so early on a Saturday.

His eyes fell on Ron, who was sitting on his own four-poster and on his lap was a carved out pumpkin, complete with jagged smile and an insanely bright light emanating from its interior. Harry groaned to himself, suddenly remembering what day it was: Halloween.

It wasn’t that he didn’t like Halloween, it was just that the past week had been incredibly hectic, what with Quidditch practices and the starting of N.E.W.T. study groups, even though N.E.W.Ts were months away. Hermione had forced him to join and had dragged him to each study session that week.

In other words, Harry was beat. All he wanted to do that weekend was sleep. Unfortunately, this simply wasn’t the case. That day was Halloween and, therefore, there was the Halloween Feast that night and he was obliged to attend, no matter how tired he was.

It was this, perhaps, that caused him to give a disgruntled noise and lay back down, burying his head under the covers, refusing to get up.

“Aw, come on, mate,” he heard Ron’s cheerful voice muffled from under his comforter. “It’s Halloween. There’s the feast, and I heard Dumbledore got something special for us seventh years.”

“Mhmghf,” was Harry’s only response. He didn’t want to get up and that was final.

He heard Ron sigh but Ron didn’t say anything else. Harry gave a relieved sigh and relaxed slightly, that is, until he heard the door to the dormitory swing open.

“Get up, Harry!” A cheery Irish voice filled the room; it was far too upbeat to be allowed that early in the morning.

“No,” Harry mumbled stubbornly, pulling the covers tighter around his body.

He heard a scoff and all of the sudden, he was freezing. He bolted upright, glaring at Seamus, who only grinned at him from the foot of the bed, covers in hand. “Hey!” Harry exclaimed. He shivered violently and crawled to the end of his bed, digging in his trunk for a cloak or something to keep him warm. He finally pulled out a cloak and wrapped it around his shoulders, still glaring at Seamus.

Seamus dropped the sheets and bounced around the side of Harry’s bed, giving Harry a playful kiss on his cheek. “Rise and shine, Harry! It’s a wonderful fall day! Full of surprises and opportunities just waiting to be discovered!” He grinned at Harry’s scowl.

“How can you be so cheerful this early in the morning?” Harry asked finally, not understanding it.

Seamus merely shrugged and flashed a roguish grin. “Because I’ve got something good to wake me up in the morning.”

“Where is Dean, anyway?” Ron asked, looking up from the pumpkin in his lap.

Seamus shrugged. “I think he went down to breakfast. He’ll be back soon. So, Harry, got any plans for today? It is All Hallow’s Eve after all.”

“Well, I was planning on sleeping,” he said with a glare at the two of them. “But since that was ruined, I guess I’m going to hang around the Tower until the feast.”

“Oh, well that’s no fun!” Seamus exclaimed. He bounced over to Harry’s side and gave him a poke in the stomach.

“Ow,” Harry said, giving Seamus a dark look. Seamus was usually like this, but not so pushy. He figured Dean must have done something extra special to wake Seamus up that morning.

“You should do something fun, Harry! Get out there, find a guy! Or hell, a girl, whoever! Everybody needs to have a little fun, Harry! Come on! It’s Halloween!”

Harry just stared at Seamus. He wondered what was slipped into his pumpkin juice that morning, and kind of wanted to know where he could get some. He rolled his eyes. “I have fun,” he replied defensively.

“Oh really?” Seamus replied with a skeptical raise of an eyebrow. “When was the last time you had sex, Harry?”

“What?!” Harry exclaimed. “You don’t have to have sex to have fun.”

“What else do you do?” Ron chimed in, now listening to the conversation.

Harry felt like he was trapped. Both Ron and Seamus were watching him now, waiting for his response. “Well—I mean, there are other things you can do,” he replied as though it was obvious. “Sex isn’t everything.”

Seamus laughed and even Ron grinned. “Oh, Harry, clearly, you haven’t had enough sex if you say that.”

Harry scowled. He’d had plenty of partners; he just didn’t think sex was the only thing. “Yes, I have!” he replied defiantly. “What do you know, anyway?”

Seamus opened his mouth to reply but Harry cut him off. “Never mind, I don’t want to know,” he muttered, and Seamus smirked.

“Well, listen, Harry, it is a holiday. People are more likely to let go, so go find someone! Don’t stay in the Tower all day. Get out there! Live your life!”

Harry rolled his eyes but couldn’t deny that Seamus had a point. Ever since the war had ended, he had felt like his life had no direction. It was almost pointless to become an Auror since most of the Death Eaters had been captured or killed. Some days he felt like just lounging around the Tower all day and doing absolutely nothing.

He sighed and fell silent as Seamus went around the dormitory, collecting his clothes and throwing them in a pile on his bed. He knew Seamus was right and decided he might as well get dressed.

Since it was Saturday, he pulled on a pair of well-fitted Muggle jeans, something he had splurged on before school started. He was sick and tired of wearing Dudley’s hand-me-downs. He paired them with a dark blue shirt, then pulled on a black hoodie over it to keep himself warm.

He pulled Ron away from the pumpkin, assuring him it would be safe in the dorm, and went down to the common room. Hermione was already there, waiting for them. They joined her in the armchairs by the fire and spent the morning talking and wasting time.

By the time lunchtime came around, Harry was thinking seriously about Seamus’ suggestion. As they walked to the Great Hall, Harry shook off Ron and Hermione, saying he wanted to go for a walk instead. They looked at him carefully, but in the end, let him go.

He waited until the doors had shut behind them before he turned and walked out the Oak front doors and to the Hogwart’s grounds.

Standing on the steps, he breathed in the crisp, cool air, and felt refreshed. He took the steps two at a time until he reached the springy grass. He began walking slowly toward the lake, enjoying the satisfying crunch of the leaves under his feet as he walked.

He was halfway to the lake when a cold breeze swept up, blowing the leaves haphazardly across the grounds. He stopped and looked down, watching the golden leaves tumble over each other in their flurry.

He was about to move on when a tiny black ball of fluff came tumbling across his path.

Aw crap, was his first immediate thought as he saw the black ball uncurl into the cutest black kitten. A black cat, and on Halloween no less.

The kitten blinked up at Harry, its large golden eyes making it the most adorable animal Harry had ever seen. He was about to walk away when he heard a tiny sound above the howling wind.

“Mew.”

He shut his eyes and told himself not to turn around. He knew it was a trap. This cute animal was trying to trick him into petting it, and he knew if he did that, he would never let it go.

Don’t do it! Don’t do it! his inner voice yelled at him, but he knew it was pointless.

Sighing, he turned around to look at the cat. He could have sworn the cat smiled as it struggled to its wobbly feet and gamboled towards Harry, stumbling over the leaves that were nearly as big as it was.

Harry crouched down, knowing he should have turned away when he’d had the chance, but also knowing he couldn’t just leave that poor kitten out there all alone.

“Mew,” the kitten gave a hopeful cry as it reached Harry’s outstretched hands. Harry reached out carefully and ran a finger over the kitten fur.

He picked it up carefully and could immediately hear the loud rumbling of its purring. It was quite loud for a kitten so small, Harry noted. He continued to stroke the kitten’s head idly as he wondered what he ought to do with it.

He had just turned around, thinking about heading to castle to find Hermione when he heard an indignant voice shouting at him.

“Potter!”

Harry turned to his right and saw Draco Malfoy stalking towards him, anger in his face. Harry stopped and raised an eyebrow, wondering what he could possibly want.

“Yes, Malfoy?” he drawled, holding the kitten tightly to his chest as another gust of chilly wind whipped up around them.

Draco reached Harry, his expression angry. “Give her to me!”

“Who?”

“Give me the kitten, Potter! Give her back!”

“Why should I?” Harry asked, keeping the kitten clutched tightly. A muffled “Mew” rose from within his hands but he ignored it.

“Fucking give me Blue, Potter!” Draco demanded, his face furious.

“Blue?” Harry repeated skeptically. “That cat’s black, Malfoy.”

Draco glared at Harry like he was purposefully trying to enrage him, which Harry wasn’t, though the possibility did seem quite appealing at the moment.

“Her name, Potter,” Draco snarled, trying to keep his temper under control, “is Bottle Blue.”

“Why didn’t you just call her Bebe, then?” Harry asked, almost wanting to provoke Draco more, enjoying seeing the blond out of his comfort zone and not in control.

“Because she’s not a whore, Potter,” Draco sneered, giving Harry a meaningful look.

Harry’s mouth dropped open. “I am not a whore!” he exclaimed.

“That’s not what the rumors say,” Draco leered.

Harry pulled Blue closer to his chest and glared at Draco. There was no way he was going to give back the kitten now. Draco would have to apologize first.

“I’m not giving you her until you apologize.”

If looks could kill, Harry was pretty sure he would be dead at that very moment. Draco’s silver gaze burned a whole in Harry’s forehead as he glared with all the hate he could muster.

Harry didn’t see what the big deal with this kitten was. Sure, it was cute, but was it really that important? Somehow, he had never pictured Draco as a big animal lover.

“I have nothing to apologize for,” Draco said haughtily. “I didn’t say anything that wasn’t true. Now you will fucking give me that cat right now or you’ll be spending the rest of your holiday in the Hospital Wing, is that clear?”

Harry was almost shocked at the amount of venom in Draco’s voice. It was then that he thought maybe he oughtn’t tempt fate any more than was necessary. He hesitated a second, then held out the tiny black kitten.

Draco quickly snatched her from his hand and held her up, as if he was inspecting her. When he seemed satisfied, he tucked her in his arm protectively and shot Harry one last glare before stalking past him, purposefully hitting him on the shoulder as he passed.

Harry scowled and turned around to watch Draco climb the slope to the castle. Carried back on the wind was a tiny “mew” from the kitten in Draco’s arms.

Harry shook his head and followed Draco’s path slowly. The encounter had been very surreal. He wondered why Draco had been so adamant about the kitten. Harry had never thought Draco would have pets besides his eagle owl, and the owl was fairly independent. Harry didn’t think Draco would want a pet that required care or energy.

Harry couldn’t figure it out but decided he really didn’t want to know. Instead, he made for the Great Hall and slipped in beside Ron and Hermione for lunch. He didn’t mention anything about his encounter with Draco and ate his meal in silence.

After lunch, the three of them retreated to the common room. While Ron and Hermione talked, Harry found his attention wandering. He just couldn’t get Draco’s actions out of his mind. Why had he been so demanding when it came to the kitten? He didn’t understand what was so special about that kitten.

Harry hadn’t really paid much attention to Draco over the past year. After the war had ended, he just hadn’t seemed high on his priority list. He was just Draco Malfoy, his moderately annoying enemy. Though over the past few months, Draco hadn’t seemed to be present in Harry’s life, Harry was just noticing.

Now that he thought about it, he couldn’t remember fighting, or even talking, with Malfoy since the previous year. He wondered why that was. He wanted to ask Hermione, but felt he was being paranoid. Besides, Ron and Hermione didn’t particularly care about Draco anymore. Even Ron hadn’t said anything bad about him lately, Harry noticed.

This made him suspicious. Why hadn’t be noticed it before? He guessed he’d been too busy moping to really realize what was, or wasn’t, going on.

He sighed and sunk down in his armchair, his eyes drifting to the window where outside it had begun to drizzle. He watched the drops of rain drip off the overhang and felt overwhelmingly sad. He didn’t know what it was.

Finally, it was time for the feast and he rose with Ron and Hermione to go to the Great Hall. Once there, they took their usual seats at the Gryffindor table. Harry’s gaze immediately traveled to the Slytherin table, searching for that familiar head of white-blond hair. He caught sight of it almost immediately, at the end of the table.

Draco was sitting next to Blaise Zabini, but not talking to him. He was sitting kind of apart from everyone else and Harry wondered at that. He was on the verge of looking at Draco closer when Dumbledore rose and greeted everyone and he was forced to look away.

After Dumbledore’s speech, the golden plates filled with food and the feast began. It all seemed like a blur to Harry, who was so intent on watching Draco that he hardly noticed what he was eating. Hermione leaned over to him at one point to say something but stopped when her eyes followed his gaze to Draco.

Instead, she got this knowing look on her face and moved back, not saying anything.

The rest of the feast passed in festive silence for Harry. Others around him were talking and laughing, but he didn’t seem to hear. His eyes were focused on Draco, who sat across the Hall.

At long last, the feast was over, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione rose from their seats and left the Hall. Harry followed Ron and Hermione out of the Hall and was about to follow them up to the Tower when he caught sight of Draco disappearing out the front doors of the castle.

He told Ron and Hermione to go ahead and carefully followed Draco out the door. He was careful to keep his presence unnoticed as he crept after Draco.

He followed him down the steps and into the cold night air of the grounds. He stayed a few feet behind Draco as they walked down toward the lake.

Harry shivered in just his light sweatshirt and jeans. He was wishing he had worn something a little warmer that night.

They walked past a path of lantern-lit pumpkins that led the way to the edge of the lake. Harry crept behind Draco quietly, not wanting to alert him to his presence.

When they finally reached the water’s edge, Draco stopped, gazing out at the sparkling surface of the water as it reflected the yellow lights from the pumpkins and the white sparkles from the stars overhead.

Harry stayed back a few paces, not knowing what to do or why he had even followed Draco out there in the first place. He was beginning to think he shouldn’t have come when Draco turned around slowly, catching him watching him.

Harry was frozen as he realized he’d been caught. His brain was going a mile a minute, thinking up any possible excuse he might have for following and watching Draco. But he knew none would work.

Draco’s expression was calculating as he began to approach Harry slowly. “What’s wrong, Potter,” he whispered once he was close enough. “Cat got your tongue?”

He didn’t wait for Harry to respond and instead pushed his way past, stalking back to the castle.

Harry was in momentary shock at the response he’d just received. It only took him a second to turn around take off after Draco. “Malfoy, wait!” he called authoritatively.

Draco stopped but didn’t turn around. Harry took this as a good sign and slowly approached Draco from behind.

Harry came up beside him, looking at him closely. “Malfoy,” he said softly. “Are you… Are you okay?”

There was a long, drawn-out pause while Draco was silent. Harry waited apprehensively for an answer. Finally, Draco lifted his head and looked straight ahead. “Nothing’s wrong, Potter.” His voice wasn’t mean like it usually was. Instead, it was soft and unemotional.

Harry’s eyebrows furrowed and he was quite sure that wasn’t the truth, but he decided to skirt the topic for the moment. “Where’s Blue?”

“In my room.”

“Oh.”

Draco sighed, sounding annoyed. “Listen, Potter, unless you have something worthwhile to say, I’d rather you leave me alone. I do have other things to be doing than standing in the freezing cold and talking to you.”

“Other things, but not better things,” Harry pointed out Draco’s word choice.

Draco merely scowled but didn’t reply. Harry paused but then had a sudden urge to do something different and reached out to touch Draco’s arm softly. He felt Draco stiffen at his touch and frowned. He withdrew his arm, but was relieved to find that Draco didn’t move away.

“Potter, just go away,” Draco said scornfully, taking a step toward the castle.

Harry followed him, feeling bad for what he’d done. He hadn’t meant to scare Draco. “Malfoy, just wait a minute,” he said pleadingly. He couldn’t explain the urge he felt now to understand Draco. He wanted to know what was plaguing the blond. “Something’s wrong, I can tell. Why won’t you just tell me?”

Draco turned to Harry slowly, his expression dark and disbelieving. “You really expect me to tell you, Potter, what is going on with me?”

“Well,” Harry amended, “no, but you just seemed… sad.”

Draco gave a short, scoffing laugh and turned away from Harry once more, looking over the darkened grounds. “Sad, yeah, Potter, that’s it. I’m sad.” His tone was mocking but Harry could hear a tiny bit of something else in the words, sarcastic as they were.

“Well, you’re something!” Harry said, feeling exasperated. He was trying to be nice and understanding and Draco was giving him nothing.

“Yeah, something,” Draco repeated sarcastically. “What the hell do you care?” He paused for about half a second before scoffing. “That’s about what I thought.” Then he took off at a fast pace toward the castle, Harry lagging behind, struggling to catch up.

“Malfoy, stop!” Harry commanded him as they reached the foot of the steps into the castle. “What is wrong with you?!” he exclaimed, his temper finally getting the better of him as they stood on the steps. “I’m just trying to figure out what’s going on and you’re not exactly helping!”

“Oh yeah, Potter,” Draco retorted fiercely, “because I’ve always wanted to tell you my problems. You’d be like my own personal shrink. Is that what you want?”

“No,” Harry said, “but—” His sentence was lost as Draco took off again, pulling open the doors angrily, stalking through the Entrance Hall and toward the dungeons.

Harry rolled his eyes and growled to himself, wondering why he just couldn’t let it go. It had no effect on him right? It was just Malfoy being Malfoy.

Harry followed Draco down the dark passageway, the torches lighting up in front of them as they went. Finally, Harry took a sprint and caught up with Draco, grabbing him by the shoulders and slamming him against the wall.

“Listen, Malfoy,” he said slowly and quietly, “I’m not trying to do anything to you. Why do you have to be such a prat? Can’t you just let someone in once in a while?” Harry glared at Draco as he held him against the wall. He just wanted to know what was going on.

Draco stared back at Harry, his expression unreadable. “So they can what, Potter? Solve my problems? There isn’t a magical solution to everything, you know.”

Harry let out a frustrated noise, annoyed at how stubborn Draco was being. He involuntarily pushed Draco’s shoulder harder against the wall in his frustration. “Well, you could try to let someone help!”

Draco didn’t say anything for a moment, staring at Harry. His tongue flicked out to wet his lips and he raised an aristocratic eyebrow. “How much do you want to help, Potter,” he drawled.

Harry was puzzled for a second, and then, as if coming out of a daydream, realized exactly how close he was standing to Malfoy. He hastily let go of Draco’s shoulders and backed up a few paces. “I didn’t mean it that way, and you know it!” he exclaimed, realizing the position he had just put himself in.

A change seemed to have overtaken Draco as his expression turned devious and he smirked at Harry. “Well, now, Potter,” he drawled, his voice low and seductive as he took a few steps closer to Harry. “You offered to help, and what better way than to help me forget my problems?”

Harry stumbled back as Draco approached. “Malfoy, stop,” he said, his voice no longer commanding and authoritative.

“But, Potter,” Draco said, his voice pouting, “you offered.”

“I didn’t mean it that way!”

“Can’t go back on your word,” Draco pointed out, coming within a foot of Harry. He raised a hand and traced Harry’s jawbone lightly with his fingers. Moving his body forward, he slid his hand into Harry’s hair, twisting a lock of ebony. He leaned in and pressed a light kiss to Harry’s jaw. “You can’t deny you want this.”

Harry was frozen, realizing just what Draco was insinuating. He could tell that Draco wasn’t himself; he was willingly giving himself up to Harry, something that had never been mentioned in all the rumors. From what Harry knew, Malfoy was a ruthless top, yet here he was, offering himself to Harry.

“Malfoy,” Harry said, struggling to extricate himself from Draco. “You don’t know what you’re saying.”

Draco scoffed and stepped closer to Harry, his hand still twining around Harry’s hair. “On the contrary, Potter. Now, where’s that famous hero complex? Aren’t you going to save me from my big, bad demons?” Another kiss pressed to Harry’s neck. “Don’t you want to help me?” The hand sliding further into Harry’s hair, massaging the back of Harry’s neck. “You could never resist a damsel in distress.”

Harry was in shock as Draco continued his methods of persuasion. He couldn’t believe what was happening. One moment, Draco had been ready to kill him, and the next, he was offering his body to Harry. He knew if he gave into the desire that was slowly welling up in his chest, and groin, it would be like taking advantage of Draco, and he didn’t want to do that. He knew Malfoy wasn’t himself, he just couldn’t figure out why.

“Potter,” Harry was jolted out of his thoughts by a quiet voice very close to his ear. He could feel the warm breath tickling the light hairs on his neck, just below his ear. “Fuck me.”

That was the last straw. Harry gave a hard push and shoved Draco away from him. “Malfoy, what the hell is wrong with you?!”

From his vantage point, Harry could see the anger growing in Draco’s eyes, partially from Harry’s rejection and partially something else Harry couldn’t place.

Draco glowered at Harry through the dimly lit corridor. “Fuck you, Potter!” he snarled, stalking up to Harry again. “Why do you always have to be the good guy? Can’t you do something wrong for once? You’re not bloody perfect, you know! Why can’t you just let go and do what you want? Is there something holding you back? You and your bloody morals.”

Harry was staring at Draco as he went on his rant. Behind the anger, Harry could hear something else. He could tell Draco was pushing him, trying to get him to do something, and it wasn’t to leave. He could hear a tiny hint of underlying hurt in Draco’s words, like he wanted something no one ever gave him. He knew the words were supposed to be burning and hurt him, but he couldn’t help thinking that they were almost directed more towards Draco than himself.

“Listen, Malfoy, I’m sorry,” Harry apologized, and Draco looked up sharply. “I didn’t mean to upset you; I just wanted to know what was going on.”

Draco’s expression was unreadable for a minute as he stared at Harry. Then he shook his head and scowled, looking away. “Whatever, Potter,” he said dismissively. “Just go away.”

Then Draco turned and walked down the corridor, leaving Harry standing in shock for the millionth time that evening. Sighing, Harry shook his head, knowing what he had to do but not wanting to. Slowly, he turned and followed after Draco, wishing he didn’t have such a big conscience.

He wended his way through the dark corridors of the dungeon passages, trying to follow Draco. He finally caught up with him at the entrance to the Slytherin common rooms.

Draco heard him approaching and stopped, clenching his fists in an effort to keep his temper under control; it was already at its ends and didn’t have much further to go. He kept his back turned defiantly towards Harry.

Harry stopped as he came upon Draco. “Malfoy?” he said quietly. He moved closer to the blond and peered at him cautiously. He was shocked at what he saw and couldn’t help but stare.

“What, Potter?” Draco bit out, seeing him looking and turning away sharply.

“Malfoy,” Harry breathed quietly. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He watched as a small, wet tear rolled down the side of Draco’s face and fell to the dusty floor.

“Just leave me alone,” Draco protested quietly, his voice breaking as his emotions took hold.

Harry hesitated, then moved forward cautiously, turning Draco to face him and taking his chin in his hand. Slowly, he tilted Draco’s head to his own and leant down to kiss him.

The kiss was soft and tentative. Harry had never considered kissing Draco Malfoy, in all his fantasies about boys. It wasn’t at all what he had thought it might be, though.

He opened his mouth slightly, flicking his tongue out to lick Draco’s lips, requesting entrance to his mouth. There was a momentary pause when Harry thought Draco might push him away, but it gave way when Draco’s mouth opened, inviting the tongue inside.

The kiss was deepened slowly and Harry grew bolder when Draco didn’t reject him. His other hand slipped around Draco’s waist, pulling him closer. His hand that had been holding Draco’s chin slowly slid down Draco’s jaw line and around the back of his neck.

Draco made a small noise, something between a whimper and moan. His hand was in Harry’s hair again, holding tightly to the ebony locks. His other hand was gripping Harry’s sweatshirt, as if afraid Harry might leave if he let go.

Finally, Harry pulled out of the kiss, feeling winded even though it hadn’t been that much of a kiss. He looked down at Draco, who was staring back at him.

Draco licked his lips and leaned into Harry’s ear. “Want to come in,” he whispered, pressing a kiss just below the ear.

Harry nodded as Draco pulled back. Draco moved quickly away and arranged his features into his normal scowling expression. He gave the password and the hidden door slid back to reveal the Slytherin common room. He led the way with Harry trailing behind, slightly uneasy at being in the Snake Pit.

People watched them curiously as they walked through the common room. Draco’s only response was to glare menacingly at them, which effectively stopped them from saying anything about it.

Finally, they reached the door to Draco’s private dormitory, a privilege of being Head Boy. Draco gave another password and ushered Harry in quickly.

Harry didn’t have much time to admire the room, only a glimpse at a large bed, bedside table and fireplace, because Draco turned to him the minute the door was shut, a look in his eyes Harry had never seen before. He almost looked vulnerable.

Harry paused, not sure what to do. He was saved the trouble as Draco came closer to him, tentatively reaching for the zipper on Harry’s hoodie and pulling it down. Harry pulled off the sweatshirt and his tee shirt after that.

He moved swiftly forward, having regained his confidence and pulled Draco into another kiss. Draco gave a muffled moan as Harry’s tongue caressed his own, coercing it into a delicate dance.

Draco stumbled backwards, still locked in the embrace with Harry until the back of his legs hit the bed and they tumbled onto it. Draco scooted backwards until he was fully on the bed and Harry on top of him.

Harry stared down at Draco, the fleeting thought that he still didn’t know what was wrong crossing his mind. He pushed the thought out of his mind, though, and focused on Draco. He reached down and began to undress Draco, removing his shirt and then his hands traveling to Draco’s jeans.

He hesitated a moment before undoing the button and zipper, tugging the jeans over Draco’s slim hips. He pulled them all the way off and dropped them to the floor. He could see Draco’s tented erection straining against his boxers but ignored it for the moment, knowing there were more important things he should be attending to.

He moved back up Draco’s body, coming face to face with him. He could see the need in Draco’s eyes and felt a twinge of sadness. He wondered if he really ought to be doing this. He didn’t have a choice, though, as Draco reached up and pulled his head down into a harsh, needy kiss.

Harry took control of the kiss, pushing his tongue into Draco’s mouth, using his teeth to pull Draco’s full lower lip into his mouth, sucking on the plump flesh.

Draco was responding quite well to Harry’s ministrations. “Harry,” he mumbled into the kiss as it continued.

Harry heard his mumbled name but ignored it, chocking it up to Draco’s fragile emotional state. The kiss continued as Harry’s hands skimmed over Draco’s pale body, reveling in the feel of his soft skin.

Finally, Harry broke the kiss and reached down, fumblingly removing his jeans, using only one hand. It took a while, but he managed to get them down and shoved them off hastily.

He looked back to Draco, who was panting and ready. He reached up and palmed Draco’s erection through the soft cloth of his boxers, feeling that he was rock hard and waiting for Harry.

Carefully, Harry removed the boxers, Draco’s cock springing from its confines. He ran a hand slowly up its length, earning him a loud moan from the boy above. Without removing his hand from Draco’s member, Harry reached over to find his wand from amongst the pile of clothes on the floor.

“Mew.” He glanced up as he heard a tiny noise. Curled up in a basket in the corner, Blue was watching the scene through her bright gold eyes.

“Potter,” a gasp from above drew his attention from the kitten and he remembered what he was doing. He quickly grabbed his wand and turned back to Draco.

He pointed the wand at Draco entrance and whispered a simply Lubrication Spell and Protection Spell. He watched as Draco’s back arched when he slid a finger into the tight hole. Adding a second finger, he pushed through the tight ring if muscles, maneuvering his fingers deeper inside Draco’s body.

He stopped suddenly, a thought dawning on him. He glanced up at Draco’s face that was screwed up in pleasure and pain. “Malfoy,” he said quietly. “You have—I mean, you have done this before, ri—”

“Yes—” Draco gasped. “Once or twice. Now go.”

Harry didn’t need any more reassurance as he removed the fingers and replaced them with his throbbing cock. He couldn’t believe how hard he was just at the idea of shagging Draco. Malfoy had never been on his list of guys he’d like to fuck or be fucked by, but now that he was here, he couldn’t believe he hadn’t been.

Slowly, he slid his cock into Draco’s body, feeling the heat engulf the member and send a tingling wave through his body. Glancing up at Draco, he saw the blond moaning and writhing in pleasure as he slid further in the tight body.

Once fully sheathed within Draco’s body, Harry began to move slowly, not wanting to hurt him.

“Harry, please.” He heard a quiet plea above him felt the effects immediately. He had never seen Draco so willing to give in.

He increased the speed of his thrusts, leaning forward and kissing Draco softly. Draco pushed his face forward, forcing Harry to deepen the kiss.

The kiss soon became harsh and needy as Draco continued it. His hand slid up to Harry’s shoulder, gripping the tanned skin tightly, his other hand sliding around Harry’s neck, desperately needing him.

Harry could feel the need in the kiss and willingly gave Draco what he wanted. The kiss soon evolved into a series of short, hot kisses as Harry thrust back into Draco’s body.

“Fu-uck,” Draco breathed as Harry’s thrust became more erratic as they both neared climax.

With one last thrust, Harry lost it, coming hard in Draco’s body. He groaned loudly and gave Draco one last kiss, pouring all his emotions into it.

“Draco,” he whispered as they broke the kiss.

With a cry and a groan, Draco’s body arched and he came, shooting hot cum between their bodies. He lay on the bed afterward, feeling completely drained and sufficiently sated for the moment.

Harry could barely keep himself up long enough to move to the side and collapse next to Draco. He was breathing hard as he tried to make sense of what had just happened. Staring at the ceiling, he wondered if Draco would regret this tomorrow.

Finally, he heard Draco shifting and glanced over to see him sitting up. He moved over to the side of the bed and Harry heard him rummaging for something.

Harry also sat up, thinking that he should probably get dressed. He didn’t, though, and sat in the comfy bed.

He looked over at Draco and saw that he was staring at a photograph in a silver frame. His eyebrows furrowed and he wondered what it was. Carefully, he crawled behind Draco and rested his chin on Draco’s shoulder, gazing at the photo.

He felt Draco tense. “You’re still here?”

Harry paused. “Yeah,” he said quietly. “What’s that?”

“It’s my mother, Potter,” Draco replied, his voice lacking the usual sneer or sarcasm.

“Is that what…” Harry trailed off, hoping Draco might finally reveal what the day had been about.

“She’s been dead a year, Potter, as if you didn’t know. They killed her when she ran.”

Harry was silent. He had known that Narcissa was dead, but he hadn’t realized that today was the anniversary of her death. That seemed to explain everything; why Draco had been so depressed and defensive… though it didn’t explain it all.

“What about Blue?” Harry asked finally, being careful to keep his voice soft and unassuming.

Draco sighed and glanced over at the black kitten that was now snoozing peacefully in the basket. “She was meant for my mother. Blue was part of a litter that my mother had claim to. But she died and the litter was late, so I got the kitten instead.”

Harry now understood. He felt bad for Draco. He wished he had known. “I’m sorry, Malfoy,” he said quietly.

Draco shrugged, and Harry settled down beside him instead. “It doesn’t matter. She’s not coming back, so it won’t change anything.”

Harry hesitated then hesitantly leaned over and kissed Draco on the cheek. Draco turned to him, looking surprised. “It’ll get better, trust me.”

Draco watched him for a moment, then gave him a fleeting smile, the first Harry had ever seen. “You would know, wouldn’t you?” He sighed. “Potter, you didn’t have to do this.”

“I know,” Harry responded swiftly before Draco could go on. “I’d do it again.”

“Again?” Draco repeated. “If we did this again, I would be on top. Can’t have you ruining my reputation, can we?”

Harry laughed for a moment then looked at Draco seriously. “Are you serious?”

“You’ll learn, Potter,” Draco said, “I’m always serious.”

Harry scoffed but couldn’t help the elated feeling that he felt when he looked at Draco. He shifted on the bed and turned to Draco. “Yeah? I bet I could change that.”

Draco glanced at him and raised a hand to face, pulling him in close. “Well, I’m always up for a challenge.” Then he kissed Harry softly and slowly, ending the night on a perfect note.

The next Halloween rolled around and Draco came home from work to his new flat. He opened the door to find an open box sitting on the ground. Inside it was a snow white kitten with a red ribbon tied around its neck.

Carefully, he bent down and pulled out the kitten. “Mew,” came the small noise from the cat as Draco held it up. Draco smiled as the kitten batted out a tiny paw, trying to catch the string from the ribbon around its neck.

Draco put the cat down and went searching for Harry. He came upon him in the living room, sitting, quite relaxed, in an armchair and waiting. Draco crawled on top of Harry, settling down in his lap and kissing him lovingly. When they pulled apart, Draco whispered, “What was that in the doorway?”

“Her name is Silverbell,” Harry whispered back. “I thought Blue might like a friend.”

“You thought right,” Draco replied, smirking. “And I could do with a friend right now as well.”

Harry looked up at Draco and grinned at his insatiable boyfriend. After getting together the previous year, their life had been amazing. After leaving school, they had both secured jobs and bought the flat together. They lived a peaceful life now, free to do what they chose.

As Harry grinned at Draco, he couldn’t help thinking that he loved Halloween and all the perks that came with it.


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A/N: For the sake of the holiday, please review! :)