Sex Magic Continued

Chapter 23

dedicated to DirectionerxLarry 

It was Saturday, which for Harry meant three things: he and Draco had had sex two more times (both of which were amazing), he had exactly another week to convince Draco to show up for the second semester, and today was their monthly Hogsmeade weekend trip.

Harry, locating his glasses, shuffled out of bed to wake Ron up.  Dean and Seamus were already both up, speaking in a low whisper.  Neville's bed, however, was already vacant.  Chuckling softly to himself, he made his way over to Ron's bed.

"Wake up, Ron," he said as he unceremoniously shook his best friend in an attempt to wake him.

Ron grunted and grumbled in a way reminiscent of a mountain troll, but eventually got up.  As they were getting dressed, he turned to Harry, scratching the back of his neck.  "Is it okay if Hermione and I go to the Three Broomsticks today?  Just the two of us, that is."

Though not wanting to be left alone at Hogsmeade, Harry nodded nonetheless. 

"Thanks mate.  It's just been a while, y'know?"

"You don't need to ask me if you and your girlfriend can be alone together.  I'm her best friend, not dad," Harry said with a soft chuckle, which was returned be Ron.

"I know, but she said to ask if it was okay with you first," Ron said as he stood at the doorway of the dorm, waiting for him.

"Go ahead, you don't have to wait.  You know how she gets about us being late."

Ron grinned and turned, saying to Harry over his shoulder, "Thanks again, mate," before walking out.

*

It was raining.

And not just raining, pouring.  It was winter as well which made for a less than ideal situation.  Students ran into the closest shops, trying to stay dry and warm.  Harry, as well as a group of about six other students, ran for the closest shop to them: Tomes and Scrolls. 

As it turned out, they weren't the only ones to have this idea.  It being one of the closest shops when coming in from Hogwarts meant that practically every student above third year was in the shop.  This resulted in Harry feeling like a canned tuna.  Not that the shop was exactly tiny, just that it wasn't built to hold the majority of the school.  So, with the concept of personal space thrown to the wind, everyone packed in close together with barely two inches between them.

It didn't take long for Harry to realize just who he was stood behind.  He knew the shape of that body and small amount of blonde hair peaking out from under a hat all too well.  So he decided, fuck it, and took a small step closer.  This causing Draco to spin around best he could in a crowded room, which ended up being more of a look over his shoulder than the dramatic turn he was planning for.

"Wha-," but as soon as he saw it was Harry, he stopped, giving him a curious look.  "Fuck off, Potter,"

"It's not my fault the whole castle had the same idea," Harry shrugged.  "Unless you want to go out there, we're both stuck here."

Draco made a sour face, but turned back around.  Harry could see him inhale sharply when he decided to press his luck and move even closer, pressing himself against the other boy.

"Do you mind?" Draco spat, making no effort to step away though he acted so bothered by their proximity.

"Not at all, you?" Harry replied, leaning closer to speak into Draco's ear.

"Fuck you," the Slytherin said in a hard whisper, though by the goosebumps on the back of his neck, Harry knew he didn't mean it.

Laughing softly, Harry quipped, "Though the rest of the castle may think differently, we both know it works the other way around."