Finally (An Eighth year Drarry story)

Oops, what a dare.

The game had continued until around 1:30 in the morning, and most had petered off to bed at some point or another. Soon, the only ones left were Harry, Ron, Hermione, and the Slytherin trio plus Theodore Nott.
Nott stood and stretched his arms over his head and yawned, not bothering to say anything as he slightly stumbled up to his dorm room. The remaining six offered some drunken laughter at his abrupt leaving, especially because it was his turn to spin. Parkinson shrugged her shoulders and leaned forward to spin. She flicked the bottle with perfectly manicured black nails and smiled wide when it landed on Hermione.
"Truth or Dare, Granger," She said brightly.
Hermione put a finger to her chin to think about it and quickly responded "Truth"
"Have you ever kissed a girl?"
"Nope"
"Do you want to?" Parkinson leaned into the circle with her head cocked and her eyes suggestive.
"I don't know..." Hermione's cheeks flushed.
"No, she doesn't." Ron answered in her place, but he was far more drunk than Harry and not really paying attention at all.
Hermione looked at him and then spun the bottle suddenly. It landed on Draco and Harry perked up with sudden interest he couldn't quite place.
"Truth or Dare!" she announced loudly and was quickly shushed by someone in the dorms upstairs. They all giggled quietly, and Draco chose Dare.
"Dare, obviously." Draco slurred.
"I dare you to kiss the hottest person in this room. There's only six of us so it shouldn't be too hard."
"Not hard at all Granger." Draco locked eyes with Harry and crossed the circle to kneel in front of him. Harry looked down and started toying with his pant leg, as he was sitting cross-legged. The Slytherin boy tipped Harry's chin back up with his cold fingers and kissed him gently, almost sweetly on the lips. Harry froze. He wasn't sure what to do or how he felt, but he didn't feel disgusted like he thought he would. Draco's lips were warmer than he thought they would be, and he leaned into the kiss right as Draco pulled away and winked at Harry.
Harry's eyes widened as he realized what had just happened and sat back looking anywhere but at Draco. Draco decided at this moment that the game was over, and he announced just that to the group and stood up to go to bed, vanishing the empty bottles as he did so. Zabini and Parkinson shrugged and followed Draco up the stairs to their own dorms. Parkinson blew both boys a kiss, that only Draco caught, before turning and going toward her own dorm.
Harry and his two best friends were the only ones left in the common room now, and Harry looked at Hermione who smiled at him and said simply "Want to help me get this kid to bed?" She jerked her thumb at Ronald who was mostly asleep on her shoulder.
"Yeah," Harry laughed and put one of Ron's arms over his shoulders, standing to lift Ron from the floor. Hermione shook her head fondly and tried to support her boyfriend from the other side before realizing she was a bit too short to be of much use. "Do you mind getting the doors for me?" Harry asked, knowing Hermione hated not being helpful. She nodded and walked ahead of the two boys and opened the first boys' dormitory they came to, as it had Ron's name on the door, along with the names of his three roommates. Hermione pulled back the sheets of the only unoccupied bed, and Harry dropped Ron into a somewhat sitting position on the bed. This ended up being futile because as soon as Harry let go, Ron flopped dramatically backward on the bed with his feet dangling off.
"Thanks, Harry," Hermione whispered as she dropped to the floor to unlace Ron's shoes and slip them off her boyfriend's feet. Ron mumbled something or other and tried to turn over in the middle of Hermione trying to take off his second shoe. Hermione huffed and Harry laughed quietly before yanking Ron's shoe off and tossing it to the floor and shoving Ron so he was on the bed lengthwise. And Hermione pulled the blankets over him and kissed his forehead, stroking his ginger hair from his forehead a bit. Hermione stood, and she and Harry left the dorm together.
After closing the door to Ron's shared room, Harry gave Mione a hug and a quiet goodnight before heading for his own dorm. As he reached his own door, his heartbeat quickened as it hit him once again who he had to share his dorm with.
As he swung open the door to his room, he found the curtains on the first two beds were drawn, but the last two remained open allowing Harry a peek at Draco laying on his bed. Draco's bed was the last in the room, pushed up against the wall with spelled black curtains hanging around it, which set the four-poster bed apart from the other three beds in the room.
Draco was lying in his bed with a set of headphones over his ears that were connected to a Discman that was turned up so loud that Harry could recognize "Inside Out" by Eve 6 from where he stood by his own bed next to Draco's. The next thing he noticed was that the boy was only wearing a pair of silk green pajama pants, leaving his torso bare and showing off the tattoos that started just above his chest on the left side and all the way down his left arm. The sleeve wrapped around him intricately and Harry was mesmerized by the beauty of them.
"Take a picture, Potter. Maybe it'll last longer." Draco had taken his headphones off and paused his music and was now staring at Harry in amusement. Harry mumbled a sorry and then noticed that Draco wasn't wearing the beanie he'd had on all day anymore, revealing that the tips of his curly platinum fringe were dyed a light blue that Harry could barely see in the dim lighting of their dorm. "And yet you continue to stare?" Draco lifted a perfect brow, and Harry choked on the air he was breathing before turning and retreating to the bathroom to get ready for bed. Shaking his head at his own stupidity and blaming his strange actions and wandering eyes on the alcohol he'd consumed not so long ago.

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Draco flushed. After Harry fled to the bathroom Draco flopped back and realized there was a downside to not having his father around. He could finally admit his feeling to himself. Potter was hot and was clearly turned on by Draco's tats. He smirked to himself and rolled over, ready for the night to end and the rest of the year to just get on with it.