You've Got Mail ➶drarry [COMPLETE]

Chapter 1

Harry struggled to breathe. He attempted to steady his hands as he fumbled with the fabric. The last thing he wanted was to seem nervous or inexperienced, but honestly, he had never done anything like this before. He didn't know what to expect. Would it hurt? He took one last gulp of air, closed his eyes, and plopped the Sorting Hat onto his head.

"Hmmm..." a sudden voice said into his ear. "This is a challenging one. I sense courage, talent, but what else? Ah, you're cunning and quite determined also, I see."

Harry gripped the edge of the hat and thought, Not Slytherin, please not Slytherin.

"Not Slytherin? Oh, I see how it is, you think that you can choose your own house, just like that," the hat seemed to sneer as it continued. "Does my judgment mean nothing to you? Psh, I should've retired years ago. Young wizards these days have no respect. Oh yeah, and your house better be--SLYTHERIN!"

Harry opened his eyes slowly, his heart sinking in his chest. Cheers erupted from the Slytherin table, fists reaching out to give Harry a friendly jab as he took his place within the sea of green robes. The older students began to chant, "We got Potter! We got Potter!"

Suddenly, Harry locked eyes with another professor. The man had greasy black hair, a hooked nose, and a sharp chin. Harry looked away quickly, realizing that the man was undoubtedly the Head of Slytherin, Professor Snape. He felt uneasy but was too upset to think anything of the exchange.

The chaos died down eventually, changing to excited whispers ("Is it really him?" / "Did you see his scar?") as the next first-year picked up the hat.

"Pretty ironic, don't you think?" the boy beside him mumbled. Harry turned to see Draco Malfoy, a blonde first year that Harry had only interacted with briefly. So far, no experience between them had been positive. Now, Harry assumed only the worst.

The Hufflepuff table clapped and whistled as another first year was sorted.

"Yeah, it's bloody fantastic! An absolute miracle! I get it, Voldemort was a Slytherin as well. It's all very ironic and whatnot!" Harry snapped.

"Thomas, Dean," Professor McGonagall continued at the front of the hall. A tall boy made his way up the steps.

"Wh- no, no," Draco stammered. He was clearly surprised by Harry's reaction, and now looked embarrassed. "I mean, uh, we keep running into each other, that's all."

Harry felt his face grow red. "Oh, I'm sorry. Erm... yes. It's quite ironic, actually." There was an awkward pause.

Thankfully, at that moment, Professor Dumbledore began waving to get everyone's attention. "Hello, students. If you would please be seated and listen to a short announcement. Yes, you too, Fred and George, thank you. First-year students, your rooming assignments will be posted outside of the Great Hall following the welcome feast. Our prefects will assure that everyone is settled. Remember not to frolic in the Forbidden Forest unless you want to die a very painful death. Now, enjoy!"

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"So, are you a top or bottom?"

"Wh-Excuse me?!" Harry tripped and dropped his trunk, which he had lugged up four flights of stairs to his dormitory.

"Top bunk or bottom bunk?" Draco said, gesturing to the bunk beds that sat in the middle of their shared room.

"Oh. Uh, erm... well I mean, uh, I guess-"

"So bottom, then," Draco smirked. He climbed onto the higher bed and watched as Harry scrambled to pick up his things: his new robes, a picture frame, a birdcage. "Do you have an owl?" Draco asked suddenly.

"Yeah, erm, Hedwig. I let her out to fly around, but she'll likely be back soon," Harry said, unbuttoning his shirt and quickly slipping on his pajama bottoms. He folded his robes and tucked them into a drawer.

"Okay, well, I'm going to sleep. See you in the morning, Potter," Draco called out from the top bunk.

Harry muttered a "good night" in response, blowing out the lanterns and stopping to look out the window for Hedwig. Not seeing her, he climbed into bed and closed his eyes.

He couldn't believe his luck when he was assigned Draco as his roommate. Professor McGonagall assured him that the sorting was random, really, but Harry still felt betrayed. It didn't help that Draco was being nicer to him either. Now, Harry didn't know what to think.

Suddenly, Harry heard Draco stir above him for a minute or two. Trouble falling asleep? He held his breath as the bed started to shake slightly, back and forth, back and forth. Harry stayed silent, curious as he listened to Draco's heavy breathing and the gentle creak of the wooden bed.

Oh, bloody hell. Of course. Great, just great. Harry cursed silently, but his ears perked up at the sound of Draco's moans. He couldn't help but crane his neck a bit to listen.

"Uh... yes... Harry... yesss, that's it," Draco moaned softly.

Harry's eyes grew wide. Harry?! No, it must have been Hailey. Or Harvey, God, can't assume he isn't gay or something. Henry, maybe. I misheard him, that's all. Harry. There are probably dozens of Harry's in Hogwarts alone!

All of a sudden, everything became still. Thank goodness, he thought.

Looking down, Harry cursed under his breath. He was hard.

A/N: I hope you guys liked the first chapter. Things will get spicier, I promise. Just be patient!