Draco

Best. Day. Ever.

Was my thought as I lay on top of Harry, the two of us panting and sweaty, having pushed ourselves further then the limit. His wrists were still tied to the bed when I found out how wrong I was.

A loud banging was heard throughout the dorm as I had begun dozing off with Harry beneath me. Fuck.

"Harry get your whore ass out her and tell us who the boy toy is! We heard everything." Weasley's voice echoed. Harry groaned, and not in the good pleasant why I had become so accustomed to.

"We forgot the silencing charm." I mumbled.

Harry stumbled out from beneath my body, and I rolled off with him, starting to put my pants on as he starting searching for something. His white ass glowing and perfect, slightly red from my awesome skills and his limp obviously not noticed by him quite yet.

"Just put this on." He threw a silvery cloak at me and I just ached my eyebrow. "It's my invisibility cloak. Just... Stand somewhere out of the way with it on and don't. make. a. sound." I just rolled my eyes and slung the cloak around my shoulders, and leant myself against a random bed post where I could see Harry stumbling around putting on a pair of discarded boxers as he hobbled towards the door. The limp was definitely attractive, along with the hickeys and the bruises I spotted growing on his thighs. Proof of my existence on that boy's body. On my boys body.
That's a nice thought.
Mine. All mine. I'm going to make sure it stays that way.

The second Harry unlocked the dorm door, the ginger slammed the door open and looked around the room. It was strange, he looked right through me. I think I might steal this cloak.

"You put him under the cloak didn't you." Finnigan was laughing in the door way as Thomas had obviously began searching the room for me, waving his arms in some kind of invisible man search and I couldn't help but snort.

All attention was drawn towards the post I was leaning on, and without warning Harry and stood in front of me.

"This is my business."

"First off, we heard you." Weasley said shaking his head as Finnigan started a poor imitation of me saying Harry's name. I couldn't help but scoff. "Second off. It's not like we'll judge you..."

"Is that a Slytherin robe!?" Thomas interrupted. Fuck.

All eyes left me and went to the robe.

"Now I know why you said you regretted it." Ron said through clenched teeth. I felt the hatred seeping from his body, disgusting ginger thinks he's above us snakes does he?

"Shut up Ron. Dean, Seamus it's none of any of your business. He... Well he's different to them all."

"Was he a death eater?" The Granger girl had some how appeared in the doorway.

"Well...." Harry seemed as if he didn't know.

"His wand!" Thomas had plucked my wand from one of the many discarded clothing items surrounding Harry's bed. I had only just regained that wands loyalty.

Grangers eyes opened wide.
"Get out. Boys, out now, Harry, you and your toy are staying here." She seemed shocked. Harry seemed more terrified then anything else.

Harry

The second Hermione's eyes laid sight on Malfoy's wand, I knew the jig was up. She was with me when I took the Hawthorn wand from him.

The other three knew when not to question Hermione, and grudgingly left the common room.

With a flick of her wand the door was locked and the silencing charm we had forgotten had been placed up.

"I know it's you Malfoy." Hermione sighed, rubbing her thumb and forefinger along the bridge of her nose.

Of course he was smirking when he removed the cloak. The stupid blonde... Handsome piece of shit.

He was still shirtless. God damn. His body was tight, and he obviously waxed his chest. The muscles in his body moving made me blush, remembering how he's the one who caused the pain in my abdomen. Best. Sex. Ever.

And it wasn't just one time.

How was he so confident? Hermione hates Malfoy... He was a bigot growing up... Crap what if he still is?

Just thinking about what we did makes me go red in the face, let alone everyone hearing us, let alone everyone hating him and then me if they found out.

"You know Ron isn't going to be very happy about this?" Hermione questioned, gesturing her head towards Malfoy.

"Wait.. You, you're okay with it?" I asked. Shocked at the very idea.

Malfoy sauntered over, draping his arm across my shoulder making me go even redder.

"Of course she is. She knows it's your life." He was some how confident, sassy and threatening all at once, and it sent shivers down my spine, and to... Other areas. He wasn't putting any weight onto me, which I was thankful for because I was still sore. Fuck how have I not noticed how he actually cares about people before?

"Harry. Malfoy my disgust me, but he isn't an awful choice of partner. Well I would hope not, he seems to have changed since the war."

"That I have frizzy!" Malfoy chuckled. "I've realised that scar on your wrist is but a stupid word that holds no meaning."

Subconsciously Hermione covered her wrist with her robe, the word Bellatrix carved into her arm a constant reminder of her fight.

It suddenly got very awkward and silent. Well, Malfoy didn't seem awkward, as when I looked up at him I noticed he was staring at me, analysing me as if I was going to disappear.

"I... I'm kind of... Um is it alright if I lie down for a while?" Hermione's eyes widened. Shit, I gave it away.

"Oh Harry I'm... Just... Malfoy if you hurt him I'll kill you."

"Too late girly." His breath was on my ear. "I've already hurt him." He went to my neck. "But I don't think he'd complain."

Hermione just rolled her eyes and went around us to pass Malfoy the invisibility cloak.

"Just let Harry rest and come with me."

"Maybe I want to stay with him."

"Maybe you don't want the others to know you're the one tearing up their best friends ass"

I felt like a Beetroot. Fuuck why are they so causal about this but I'm not. I'm happy Malfoy wants to stay, because at least he doesn't want to one night stand me.

"Malfoy... Go." He looked shattered.

"You... You don't want them to know it's me?.. Are you ashamed of me" it was the first time I really saw Malfoy vulnerable and scared, as if he was putting his heart in my hands, well he basically was.

"It's not that... It's just. Malfoy, my relationships aren't jokes. I'm a celebrity, whether I want to be or not. No matter who it is I'm with..." I sat on my bed and put my head in my hands. "The rest of the wizarding world is going to yell at me and tell me I'm stupid and my partner doesn't deserve me... I could be with some one who is a registered night and saint and there would still be people pushing my relationship with them a part. I'm not good at pressure. I'm not... I don't think I can be in an open relationship for the rest of my life... And I don't know who I can tell without the tabloids hearing." I felt the sons climbing out of my throat.

A hand was placed on my shoulder, long, delicate fingers strong against my wracking frame. His finger was under my chin and making me face him almost instantly.

The look in his eyes terrified me. It was a look of anger, of strength, a look so full of spite I was too scared to let out another tear.

"Harry James Potter. You don't have to tell people. It's not an obligation. But you could at least use my name instead of my father's." Before I really processed his words, I felt his mouth, hard against my own, as if he was telling me the conversation was over.

"I'm going to go now so you can talk to your Gryffindorks. Don't miss me too much." He winked with a smirk before elegantly fastening my cloak against his body. A faint smile found its way to my face.

"See ya Draco" I whispered.

I could feel his smirk as Hermione led him out the door.

I couldn't help but grin against my pillow, throwing myself against my bed. I felt like a twelve year old girl who just got called pretty by her crush.

(A/N: What? You didn't think this was going to be a smut chapter did you? 😁)