Alone Together (drarry)

chapter 5

That evening, Harry couldn't sleep. His thoughts were all over the place and the one at fault was none other than Malfoy. He couldn't stop thinking about what he told him at Hogsmeade while they were seated on the bench covered in snow.

He wasn't sure if he should come. What if it was all a prank to humiliate him? To make fun of him? Or maybe Draco had something dangerous in store for him? What if he planned to gang up on him and go as far as beat him up?

Harry shook his head in denial. Although there was a small chance of his worries becoming true, they were just too outrageous. It made no sense for the Slytherin to hurt him after all the months of avoiding him. At least that's what it looked like to Harry. He hadn't properly met our exchanged words with Malfoy since he last saw him in the woods.

In potions class the blond wouldn't even spare him a glance. And the Gryffindor was confused as to why he went through all the trouble to not even look him in the eye. Why was he trying to avoid him that hard?

Now that he thought about it, why did he want to meet him in the prefect bathroom? Why exactly there? It was the place Harry would have least expected. Was he planning... to take a bath with him? Just the sound of that made him laugh. There was no way he was going into the water with his enemy. Almost fully exposed at that. Yeah no way.

But what other reason did he have? He could have asked him to go into the Room of Requirements where they would have enough privacy as well. Why exactly the prefect bathroom?

The longer the boy thought about his meeting with Draco, the more flustered he became. Alone... with Malfoy... in only underwear...

Only after a while did he notice his semi hard boner. The image of the naked blond's body must have aroused him. He gulped nervously while reaching into his pants, grabbing his hard on and slowly moving up and down.

Images of Draco and all kinds of scenarios in the bathroom flooded his mind and he couldn't stop stroking his now fully hard shaft. The more lewd things he imagined the more aroused he became. He moved faster till some moans threatened to escape, but he held them back as to not wake the others.

What was happening right now? What was he doing? Jerking off to his sworn enemy... it made no sense! But he couldn't stop rubbing it...

"Mmh..." he hummed in pleasure and came all over his hand. Panting, he closed his eyes and allowed himself to rest for a moment. With his clean hand, he rubbed his eyes and sighed in defeat. How could he... in a room full of his sleeping friends... while thinking about Malfoy!

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Meanwhile, Draco was on the school grounds accompanied by Blaise and Pansy. All three of them were leaned back against the cold wall with a lit cigarette in their hands. There was no need to exchange any words, the silence was rather comforting.

Ever since the war ended, Malfoy had been at home with his mother while his father Lucius was being escorted to Azkaban. Narcissa wasn't always present at home because of her work that required a lot of time to pay for their living. She would leave the house early in the morning and return late at night just when her son was about to go to bed. They rarely saw each other and Draco missed those times when they were all together, sitting at the large table and peacefully eating a warm meal.

Although his parents used to fight often, he had never wished for them to separate and for his father to leave them. All he ever wished for was a happy family. But that wish never came true.

Since he was often alone, he picked up some bad habits. He started smoking thanks to Blaise who had had a hard time at home as well. He told him smoking was a great way to ease the pain by forgetting about it all and clearing one's mind for at least a second. Convinced, the blond didn't hesitate and tried a cigarette for the first time. And it really did help. Although not the first time. It took some time getting used to it.

It didn't take long for Pansy to join them and now they were in this together.

Sometimes, after classes, they would meet up like this and smoke. They weren't sure if it was prohibited, but they weren't minors anymore and no one had caught them yet. So it was all fine for now.

Thankfully, he wasn't addicted. He wouldn't allow himself to spend money for a pack of cigarettes every day because of his carelessness when he needed the money for more important things in the future.

Draco inhaled one last time before throwing his now used cigarette on the ground and stomping on it. "I'll go inside first, I'm feeling quite chilly already. You guys can take your time," he excused himself and left.

On his way back to the entrance of the castle, his head was full of concerns of tomorrow night. Would Potter come? What if he thought it was all some kind of trick to lure him there and do who knows what to him? Sighing, he entered the school and made his way back to his dorm. There he fell on his bed and gazed at the ceiling. His worries seemed to have no end to them and after having enough, the Slytherin pushed them to the back of his head.

Tiredly, he watched the grey roof and felt his eyes closing. But he couldn't give in. In a few minutes he would have to get up and eat dinner. And he was quite hungry so skipping was out of the question. Plus, he'd get to see Potter which always somehow brightened up his mood.

Ever since the start of the school year, the blond secretly watched the Gryffindor at every chance he got. However, he had to minimize those because the said raven sometimes caught him staring. And he wasn't trying to raise his suspicions.

After a few months, he couldn't even properly look his enemy in the eye. After realizing his feelings, he lost the courage he so hard tried to build up. It just vanished one day.

Now he knew why he was so drawn to Harry the first time he saw him and offered him to be friends. Now he understood why he was angry every time he spotted him hanging out with his Gryffindor friends.

He was jealous.

The feelings he so long mistook for hatred turned into something new. Something entirely different. Something the Slytherin wasn't sure how to deal with.

But after pulling himself together and mustering up the courage, he finally thought of a plan to apologize and confess at the same time. And if he was lucky, they'd get to do something more. That's why he chose the prefect bathroom. The thought of a naked Harry turned him on beyond control.

But that'd only happen if the said Gryffindor showed up. And Draco was doubting that.

Well, what could he do? He'd wait there for him anyway and hope for him to arrive.