"What did I just get myself into?" Draco groaned. He fixed his hair and headed back up to the Gryffindor tower. "So many bloody stairs!" He huffed, angrily. "Okay, Chosen One." He whispered to the Fat Lady. She swung the portrait open.
Harry was sitting in the same spot Draco had left him. "It's late, Potter." Harry nodded. "All of your friends seem to be awake though. Snakey, Pansy. Mione's up studying but it's just me awake otherwise. You Slytherins nocturnal or something?" Draco rolled his eyes. "Potter, why am I here?" Harry shrugged. "I didn't think you'd come. You despise me. I just... um... you're the only gay guy I know. And umm.... uh." Draco chuckled, Harry trying to find an excuse for things was honestly one of the best things he'd ever seen.
"I'm horny?" Draco stiffled a laugh. "Are you? So you asked for your arch enemy?" Harry nodded slowly. Draco approached Harry and climbed back on top of him. "I agreed to making out, that's it." He whispered and smashed their lips together once more. This time Harry was quick to kiss back. The kiss became heated very fast and soon Draco's tongue was exploring the inside of Harry's mouth. Harry moaned a little too loudly.
"Harry? Are you alright?" Hermione asked rushing to the sofa. "Oh... oh! Oh I'm so sorry, I didn't know you came back. Proceed." Hermione blushed and headed back up to her room.
Draco looked down at Harry. He was so beautiful. Harry looked up at him and Draco saw his pupils dilate. Draco chuckled and admired Harry some more. He smiled. He wanted to cuddle Harry. He wanted to wrap his arms around him and tell the whole world how much he loved him. But this was making out. Only making out. There's no doubt Harry wants more but it's too much of a risk.
"I guess I'll see you tomorrow, Potter." Harry winced. "Oh. Um sure yeah. See you tomorrow then." Draco climbed off of Harry and headed towards the door. "Draco." Harry called to him. He turned around. Harry walked up to him and planted a soft kiss on his lips. "Sleep well." Draco smiled and made his way back to the dungeons. "His lips are going to be the death of me, aren't they?"
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Drarry Texting Story
Fanfiction8th year- Students in Harry's year were given an extra year because of the war and why not? In progress
