𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒

Chapter 26

Harry crept quietly into the dorm room so as not to wake Ron. He had not intended to stay so late at Draco's and couldn't believe he had fallen into such a deep sleep, he had only meant to close his eyes for a moment. Now it was just past four in the morning, the night still and dark. He removed his clothing, changing into a pair of sleeping pants and then just about jumped out of his skin in surprise when Ron spoke to him.

"You did it, didn't you?" Ron asked in a half accusatory, half curious tone. Damn it, why did Harry have to beat him in everything?

Harry turned to the bed beside his, seeing his friend's head poked out between the curtains. "Merlin, don't scare me like that!" the brunette exclaimed as he slipped between the sheets of his bed. He sat up with the covers over his legs, turning so he could fluff up his pillow before lying down on his back, clasping his hands behind his head.

"So?" Ron asked again. He pulled his curtains back fully and rested on his side, his face in his hand, looking at his best friend.

"So, what?" Harry responded, glad it was too dark for Ron to see the blush that creeped across his face.

"Did you and Malfoy....you know."

"No, or course not. Why would you want to know anyways? Didn't you say you weren't ready for stuff like that?" Harry questioned.

"Well, just because I don't want to see it doesn't mean you can't talk to me about it. We are mates." Ron answered reasonably. "I'd tell you if I lost my virginity."

Harry sputtered indignantly. "I didn't lose my virginity, I told you we didn't go all the way."

"Oh? What did you do then?" Ron asked with a lift of his eyebrow. Now he was just having fun teasing Harry.

"Mates or no," Harry replied, trying his best to look serious as he tossed a pillow at his chuckling friend. "I'm not going to talk about this with you."

"Okay, okay," Ron laughed, throwing the pillow back. "Guess old Drackey-poo wouldn't put out, eh?" he teased, not able to resist goading his friend one more time.

"That does it!" Harry cried with a snort of laughter and the pillows began hurling back and forth between the two.

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Draco sat at the Gryffindor table nibbling very slowly on a piece of dry toast. The only thought going through his mind this morning was that he was never ever, ever going to drink muggle alcohol again. He reached out and took a sip from the cup of weak tea just as Harry and Ron entered the Great Hall. The blonde could feel his boyfriend's good mood bubbling over him like champagne and he gave the Gryffindor a wavering grin.

Harry sat down beside the Slytherin and Ron sat across from Harry, which was now their normal seating arrangement. "Not feeling well?" Harry asked the blonde as he felt the complete wretchedness wafting down their strengthened connection from his hung over boyfriend.

Draco could only nod as he turned six shades of green as he watched Ron noisily dig into his huge breakfast of scrambled eggs, sausages and kippers.

Ron lifted his head and gave Draco a grin around his mouthful of food, which only caused the Slytherin to almost lose what little he had taken in this morning. "Harry told you not to drink so much," the red-head informed Draco happily, after swallowing noisily.

"Shut up, Weasel," Draco responded half-heartedly, lowering his head and placing his cheek against the coolness of the table.

Ron just chuckled and went back to eating.

"You should go back to your room and have a lie down," Harry stated, feeling a touch of sympathy for his boyfriend, although he was finding it somewhat funny as well.