Enemies with benifits..Or more

• That Night •

(Chapter before was edited)

Harry POV

   I'm a little surprised I only got three days of detention. The class was almost completely over and all.

  I sighed as I pushed open the big wooden door to the tower. It was late and I'd been craving a cig for a while but seeing as I'd run out and couldn't get anymore at the moment. I'd invited Malfoy to join me hoping he'd have some. Plus he's a Malfoy and prior death eater that boy can get whatever he wants. Not to say if he wanted something he would definitely get it. I trudge my feet up the stairs as though I didn't want to climb them. It was late so I didn't want to, plus I needed to stay quiet so the trudging was fine.

Reaching the top steps i see a small flicker of light, it was definitely from a candle by the way the light moved. Cautiously I step up the last step and pear around the corner only to see a tall, silver blond haired boy standing at the edge of the tower. Hands in his pockets, wind blowing gently, I watched him gaze at the surprisingly clear sky. The candle light was from a slitherin framed candle holder. A green metal snake that curled as the handle to the holder bright as though it glowed In the light.

Practically pushing myself from my place I step up from the corner and walked over to his side. The sharp inhale Malfoy took in when he saw me made it obvious I'd scared him. We stood quietly a moment then I decided that-

"the silence isn't all that bad..."

"Yeah. I know." Draco said out of the blue.

"What?" I responded a little surprise in my voice.

"The silence, you said it wasn't that bad. I think so too." Draco cleared up.

"Oh! I uh didn't mean to say that out loud." I chuckled slightly reaching to scratch my neck again. But in the few seconds I did so Draco's hand was on my forearm pulling my hand back from my neck.

"Stop doing that." He said quickly before turning to walk back to his candle. I turned to watch him about to ask for a reason why before he pulled his left hand from his pocket revealing a pack of cigs.

"Oh wow! Thanks." I say as I quickly follow him to the candle. Slowly, to make myself not seem to eager, I take the pact and plop down on the floor in front of his candle, Draco following suit and taking the seat next to me.

"Yeah no problem." He said sitting with his elbows on his knees hands connected.

"How'd you get 'em anyways." I ask as I open the pack and place a cig between my lips gesturing the open pack back toward him if he wanted one. He took the pack and did the same as me before placing the pack next to himself.

Draco took my cig from my lips and lit it on the candles flame then pressing the two ends of our cigs together lightning his own.

"Wasn't hard." He took a smoke from his cig speaking as he let it out. "The guy at the store knew my father and "was" a death eater." He said chillingly.

"Oh." I took a smoke from mine us both letting out at the same time filling the air with the smell. A smell I hated but couldn't quiet quit yet. "Why do you hate my weird neck scratching so much?"

"Someone I knew did it as well. How long have you been doing that anyways, wouldn't you have like a rash or something?" He looked at me as he took another smoke.

I did the same, letting out above my and leaning back on the palm of my hands. Still staring at the ceiling I answered, "not to sure.. it started shortly after the war I think. I just became a nervous reck is all." Draco didn't say anything. Didn't respond didn't take a smoke or look away from the stars.

"Do you ever think of how things could've ended differently?" He asked. Letting his cig just burn in his fingers.

"Different how, in what situation?" I asked confused.

"Different like we actually we're friends, or my family weren't death eaters, or you lost the war... What if Voldemort was still alive? In some way."

I don't believe he new what he was saying clearly. But it did make me think. Me and Draco could've been good friends, he would've had a good childhood and been happy, Voldemort probably would've destroyed this place and we'd never be able to talk like this if he was still alive. But instead of answering the same way I'd done in my head-

"I have no idea.." I said. I put my cig out then blew the ash so it wouldn't be pilled on The floor here. "Why do you ask."

"Curious." He said. He looked at me the just stared. We stared at each other. Not moving till a small Tss let out and he flicked his cig away from his hand. It went over the edge of the tower and he looked at the small burn on his finger.

"Great" he said quiet like it hadn't hurt.

"What's with the one word sentences." I asked, I'd been doing a lot of asking tonight.

"Maybe I just don't wanna talk." Quiet still, i bearly heard the words. He continued to investigate his hand.

"What are you doing that's not gonna help." I tried to correct him. But Draco just rolled his eyes and kept at it. "Dude just lick it, you need to put something cold on it and the wind with help while it wet-"

"That's gross I'm not doing that, I'll put some burn cream on it later" he said getting ready to end his investigation.

Me being the type to not like being ignored took his hurt hand from his other and brought the burnt finger to my lips, "wuss." I said before watching his eyes widen largely as I gently licked the wound then held his finger up in the winds direction.

"You just licked my.." he said surprised, a light red glow on his cheeks.

"I did, and?"

"You have no idea where my hands have been." He sputtered the red growing to his ears.

"Well have they been anywhere gross. Hmm?" I said as I brought his hand back to my face, he tensed and his fingers flexed making it seem as though I was hiding behind his surprisingly large hands.

"Not... gross to me, but probably you." He tried to pull his hand away but I kept my grip and ounce again licked the wound before letting the wind blow it again.

"Then you do it. At least one more time or the burn will blister." I said releasing his wrist and watching him keep it up for the wind to blow on it.

"No it's gross." Is all he said.

"You are a wuss," I say with a chuckle. "How can you kiss someone and not handle this." As my hand grasped his wrist he pulled his hand to his chest bringing me with it our faces inches apart.

"Someone. Your not just someone you know." Draco responded, his eyes almost aggressive.

"Alright fine." I said adjusting to be on my knees my hand in front of them on the floor between us to support me as my body was forced to lean forward by Draco's pull. "You can kiss me just fine, but my spit on your hand was gross. You realize I am a guy right." My voice was strict.

"I suppose I am being dumb aren't I. Or maybe I wanted you to do that."

"As if!" I scoffed the words before our lips were connected again. My eyes wide his open but calm and demanding. Well what can I do with that, I liked those eyes, and I liked that he chose this. Cause honestly, by the time I'd closed my eyes and the kiss turned into making out with Draco shoving his way to be over me (one knee between my thighs his right hand holding my wrist above my head tight on the floor and his other in a fist forearm on the floor curling around my head). We both knew what was happening.

(I made some updates, for one the chapter after this was changed completely and Is know gone and I am writing it again) so sorry for the really long gap, I hope you like the story.