Fine Line- Drarry

9

Chapter 9

When Harry got back, Draco seemed to be asleep. Emphasis on the seemed. Harry threw off the cloak, still not able to decipher what Hermione meant. He pulled off his shirt and went over to the side of his bed to look for his pajamas, taking off his jeans too.

"Fucking Hermione. Fucking stupid. Ugh fucking Malfoy-" His mumbling was cut off by Malfoy himself sitting upright in his bed.

"What about me?" He smirked. Harry yelled and jumped onto his bed, failing to hide his half naked body from his former enemy.

"God! I'm trying to put on clothes here!"

"Trying and failing apparently."

"So please, enlighten me on who 'Ugh' is and why he is fucking me?" Harry stared at him, astonished that the boy made a joke based off of his muttering, and not only that- but a funny one. Since when was Malfoy genuinely funny?!

"Why do you assume that 'Ugh' is a man? Do you just wanna be pegged by a man so badly that automatically anyone you potentially fuck is a man?"

"Well of course, you originally stated 'Ugh fucking Malfoy' not 'Malfoy fucking Ugh' therefore I would getting fucked meaning 'Ugh' has a dick to fuck me with, meaning 'Ugh' is a man."

"Or a transwoman." Harry stated, thinking of the woman who he talked to while going on his daily walks (required by the Dursleys) back on Privet Drive. Draco laughed.

"Highly unlikely." He curtly replied.

"So you're meaning to tell me you would fuck a man?"

"No, I'm just saying it's more likely for me to fuck a man than a transwoman." Draco nodded.

"Transphobic much?"

"No not at all, my mother raised me right. I just don't know any transwomen, but I know a lot of men, so it's more likely for me to fuck a man."

"But do you know anyone named 'Ugh'?" Harry asked, thinking of how he just won the argument. No Harry, no you did not.

"No but it is the sound I make when I see your face." Draco responded, smirking at the thought of him just winning the argument. No Draco, no you did not.

"Kinky."

"Funny."

"So you're saying that I am 'Ugh' and therefore you would fuck me?"

"No. I would not fuck you. Even though that would fulfill all of your fantasies wouldn't it?"

"Oh, absolutely." Harry drawled, trying to make Malfoy as uncomfortable as possible. "I would just love for you to undress me slowly and hotly, raking your strong hands against my newly bare chest while roughly kissing my neck, leaving tender marks that ache to the touch." He sighed, in a very sarcastic manner.

"Wouldn't you? I'm sure you would love me tugging gently on your hair and grinding my hand over your underwear sending pulses of pleasure up your spine." Draco shot back.

"Mm yes. But wouldn't you just adore me putting your big cock into my warm, wet mouth, deepthroating the whole thing while keeping eye contact with you as you get closer and closer to ecstasy."

"Ah totally. It would be divine to have you filling me up with your huge dick, fucking me as fast and hard as you can screaming my name in pleasure with my hands tied up to the headboard."

"Tied up?" Harry asked, curious if this was a real thing he liked. There was no way that Draco Malfoy would surrender his power so easily. The thought was laughable.

"Yes. If you must know, I appreciate having my hands up around the bed with rope around them." He told Harry, with a scarce amount of sarcasm dripping from the vowelles of his words. "Mm, if only you didn't wear boxers with snitches on them." Harry flushed, realizing he was still very under-clothed to be sitting in a room with someone else.

Only one thing stayed on his mind, though, as he got under the covers of his new bed, turning off the lights- What the fuck just happened?!

***

When Harry arose the next morning, Draco was angrily standing over his bed.

"If you do not get up this very instant I will bite your head off and regurgitate it back onto your feet."

"What?" Harry asked groggily.

"I have been waiting to piss for a fucking hour. Get up now!" He said, storming back over to his bed. Harry got up and made his way to the bathroom, only to get in and look in the mirror, realizing he never actually put on his pajama pants the night before. Shit.

He brushed his teeth and finished a morning routine and opened the door to see Draco falling backwards onto his feet.

"Draco?"

"Fucking finally." He said, getting up and walking through the doorway he was just sitting behind. Harry walked to his bed with flushed cheeks, pulling on his robes for that day's classes. He sat on his bed, waiting for his roommate. Draco stepped out a few minutes later, once again dripping wet and only in a loosely-hanging towel around his waist. Once again, Harry was completely in awe of how perfect he looked. The dripping, wavy strands of hair, the slightly defined abs- not too apparent but beautiful, like it was drawn on by charcoal on a painters canvas- his cheek bones, wonderfully prominent on his face, and as Harry's eyes trailed down the gorgeous boy, he blushed again, landing his stares on the blonde's v-line, shaped by the gods.

"Do you have a staring problem?" Draco laughed. Harry looked down at his shoes at this comment, not sure how to respond. "You know, you never did tell me last night why you were so annoyed at Hermione, or me for that matter." Harry sighed in relief at the change of topic.

"Well Hermione thinks that we should be friends." The slytherin's eyes flashed for a moment, before clearing his throat and nodding along.

"And would that be so bad? Being my friend?"

"Oh- no. No that's not it. Well, I don't know, actually. I've never thought about being your friend. But I doubt it would be anything too horrible. It's just..." Harry paused. He wasn't completely sure how to finish.

"I was such a git to you, and you don't know if you can trust me? Does that sound a bit right?"

"No, no. Kind of, but no. I get that I was a git to you too. Which I am sorry about, by the way. But she mentioned how you apologized to her and Ron, and I was just wondering why not me?"

"I wasn't sure if you'd accept it. And, I've done worse things to you than I have to them. I didn't think you would ever forgive me. But, if you're willing, I'd be happy to be your friend."

"I'd like that." Harry smiled, holding out his hand. Draco rolled his eyes, chuckling a bit to himself, and shook it.

"Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to put on some proper clothing." He told Harry, taking off his towel.

Holy fuck.