Cheers, Potter.

He had no idea...

Draco's POV

"Okay," said the boy opposite me, crossing his legs, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, "what is my favourite... dessert?" he asked, a gleam in his eye that told of his arrogance. He thought I wouldn't know the answer.

"Treacle tarts, from the Three Broomsticks," I smirked, "I thought we were asking difficult questions, Potter."

"Okay, okay," he said, eyebrows raised, "I still have time to get it back."

"Oh please, you never had it," I scoffed, "You are about as observant as a brick wall," I placed a small kiss on the end of his nose and his cheeks instantly flushed.

"That's cheating," he indignantly replied, nose scrunched and eyebrows furrowed, "you keep distracting me."

"Just admit it, Potter," I stated, shrugging, "I'm far better at hyper-fixation than you."

"That is such a weird brag," curling his lip in distaste and shaking his head.

"This game was your idea," I rolled my eyes, and smiled a genuine smile, "you're just jealous."

"Of what?" Potter asked, pouting, so obviously trying to look cute that it actually worked, and I immediately wanted to move on to greener, gayer pastures.

I leaned forward and kissed him, a long, soft thing, and sighed as I did, "my powers of manipulation, obviously."

"Actually," Harry said, getting close enough that I could feel his breath on my lips, but not close enough to touch. I moaned, and instantly buried my face in my arms.

Harry continued, barely stifling a giggle, "I have that for myself."

Muffled and keeping half my face buried I replied, "One of the perks of being the Chosen One, I would suppose,"

In reply he leaned forward, his hands either side of my hips, getting closer and closer until we were a hair's breadth apart and I had retreated onto my back. His hands travelled up my chest making me shiver and hooked around my neck, resting there, unmoving for what was probably a split second but felt like an eternity.

Finally, he pulled me up towards him and our lips met in a maelstrom of passion and want and need. He shifted without breaking us apart to place his knees on either side of me, pressing our bodies closer until there was no space between us at all and like there never would be again.

I breathed in through my nose, taking in every possible bit of him that I could as I did. He smelt good. He tasted good. My brain was having a meltdown. I was caught up in the moment and loving the entire thing, but there was a voice at the back of my head telling me that we couldn't let our friends know that this was the result of their meddling. We'd never live that down.

With more grace than I expected to have in my current state of mind and coordination, I hooked my arm around his waist and flipped us over, Harry's head hit his pillow and we separated for only a moment before finding each other again. The other boy laughed and smiled against my lips (I hoped he was laughing at the confidence I was exuding and not the fact that it was so very false) driving me even crazier.

I journeyed down his neck, placing small kisses along his lightly stubbled jaw line as I went, and nipped at his collar bones, forcing what I'm certain was an entirely involuntary moan from him. Delighted, I returned to his lips and smiled. In response, his hands clung onto my thighs and he sat up so that was straddling him. We parted, if only to breathe. Looking into his eyes there was a mischievous glint alight in them and a devilish grin spread across my flushed face.

~Ж~

It must have been the early hours of the morning when I woke to hear Potter's drunken roommates fumbling around in the corridor, trying and failing to be quiet. I estimated that I'd have ten seconds at most to do something.

My mind running at top speed I shuffled through possibilities; hide under the cover and hope I won't be noticed (a childish idea, Draco, please) I silently scolded. I could make a run for it and hope for the best (unlikely to be a successful endeavour) I reminded myself, being that the one door out of here would be the one they'd be coming through.

I suddenly remembered the Invisibility Cloak I'd used earlier and decided that that was the best option. I reached for Harry's wand on his bedside table, careful not to disturb him beside me.

"Accio Cloak!" I whispered furiously, and remembered my discarded PJ bottoms somewhere on the floor and cast the spell to those too.

I had barely managed to cover myself before the door swung open, hitting the wall with the force of it. I placed a hand on Potter's arms so he wouldn't flinch too hard and kick me out of the bed and as thus, my hiding place.

It seemed to work somewhat; he immediately woke to the sound of the door slamming but flinched, kicking me in the shin. I bit my hand to keep from making a noise.

"Harry!" The Irish one declared, faltering into the room with a cheeky smile across his face. He was followed by Wealsey, Longbottom and Dean.

"Be quiet, Seamus!" Neville shout-whispered, clearly the most sober of the group, though that didn't seem much of a feat.

"Did you like the present we left you, Golden Boy?" Seamus ignored his friend and continued with his offensively loud manner, and fell into Dean laughing.

"Sorry, Harry," Neville interjected, "I tried to tell them it was a bad idea,"

On the contrary, I thought, I rather enjoyed the outcome. I smiled so widely it scrunched my nose.

Harry still hadn't said anything and was still staring at where I was but wasn't. So I pinched his leg.

He yelped, covering it with a cough, "You were in on that?" Harry asked, sleepy and surprised.

"It was Ginny's idea but we helped with the execution," Dean elaborated.

"I just helped him out of the ropes and gave him some PJs. He left after that. I don't know where he is now. Nothing else happened," the beautiful moron over explained, if his friends hadn't been quite so inebriated, they'd probably have suspected something. Lucky for us, though, they were absolutely off their faces.

"Ha!" Ron bleated, ungracefully, "as if! I bet you snogged him first," he made an unattractive face that I'm sure was intended to convey disapproval for good measure.

Oh, he had no idea.