Once a Death Eater...

Chapter 12 - Cold Babe?

Draco's mind was racing, five minutes ago Harry was whispering into Draco's ear like he was about to tear his clothes off and throw him on the table. Now he's back to laughing with his mates.

"You okay? You're looking a little peaky?" Pansy laughed, plopping in a chair next to Draco.

"Yeah I'm fine, Firewhiskey having an effect I think." Draco laughed slightly, looking a little unsure and very drunk.

"Want some water? Who let you drink so much?" Pansy laughed, patting Draco's cheek.

"I'm good thanks Pans. I haven't drank too much I'm still good" Draco laughed, slurring his words slightly, he was obviously lying.

"Harry, come take control of your boy!" Pansy laughed, getting up to sit back next to Luna. They've been awfully close recently.

Draco's thoughts were cut off by Harry, moving close to him again. Hot breath on his neck, the smell of Harry's aftershave.

"Little boys shouldn't drink too much." Harry joked, hands running down Draco's arm.

" 'm not little." Draco tried to protest.

The two boys sat against one another, Harry staring at Draco, as Draco turned to watch the others on the large table. They were all laughing, Neville looked very drunk, Luna was making lovey eyes at Pansy, Hermione was smirking at him and Harry while turning to whisper something to Ron.

"Don't focus on them, look at me." Harry said softly, a slight slur in his words.

"Harry James Potter, are you drunk?" Draco joked, the sobering experience of Harry flirting made him instantly more aware of both his surroundings, and how much he's drank.

"Course not love, just can't get enough of you." Harry looked deep into Draco's eyes.

"I think I need another drink." Draco laughed, picking up a pint of butterbeer and downing it in one.

Harry watched in amazement, for such a thin guy he sure can put away his alcohol. That's how the two of them stayed for the remainder of their night, Draco downing a huge amount of alcohol and Harry trying to keep up with him.

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"It's time to go now babe." Harry slurred, laughing for no reason in particular.

"We gotta go back to dorms." He said, pulling Draco from the chair.

Draco fell forward into Harry's chest, giggling at himself and Harry. It wasn't that late, around 10pm but drinking for four hours definitely made them ready for bed.

The group of eighth years all grabbed their coats, making their way to the exit of the Three Broomsticks and into the cold Hogsmeade night.

Harry and Draco walked slightly behind the group, Harry's arm draped over Draco in a warning embrace. The two walked in silence for a while before a cold gust caught up with them, Draco began shivering to no end.

"Cold babe? Here." Harry said, unwrapping his scarf from his own neck to place it around Draco's.

"But you'll be cold?" Draco said in mild protest, obviously he wanted Harry's scarf because it was warm and smelt like him, but he didn't want Harry to be cold.

"I'm good babe, want to make sure you're warm." Harry replied softly. How is it he can go from dominate to soft so easily, Draco thought.

"Thanks." Draco said, smiling at Harry.

They continued walking behind the other eighth years, cuddled into each other.

"Did you enjoy yourself tonight?" Harry asked, breaking the silence.

"More than I thought I would, it was great." Draco laughed, slurring words and nearly slipping in snow.

"Careful love, walk straight or you'll end up hurting yourself." Harry said pointedly.

"Yes Sir." Draco joked, not noticing how Harry's eyes darkened.

The two continued to walk, watching Neville slip on some ice and go head first into a large pile of snow. That was definitely a highlight of the night.

They eventually got back to the warmth of the castle, moving through the corridors as a big, noisy crowd. They slipped through their portrait into the eighth year common room.

The pairs all said their good nights to one another before retreating into their rooms. Draco had Harry's arm wrapped around him as they moved into the room, locking the door behind them.

Draco flopped on the bed as Harry moved to sit next to him, stroking his hair softly.

"I had a great time with you tonight." Harry said sweetly. Draco turned onto his back, looking up at Harry.

"I always have fun with you." Draco stated, staring up at Harry's forest green eyes.

The two sat there for a moment, grey gazing into green. Harry made the first move, slowly lowering himself so that he was kissing Draco. It started soft, then quickly became heated.

Harry slid his tongue into Draco's mouth, quickly dominating and exploring the grey eyed boys mouth. Draco moaned into his mouth, the taste of Firewhiskey still fresh on Harry's tongue.

Draco loved every moment of this, having Harry Potter take control, having him tower over him. The lust was driving Draco mad, he needed so much more.

Draco went for Harry's jeans, wanting to pull them down, wanting to take it further and go to a place they haven't been yet. It was cut though, Harry grabbing Draco's hands and holding them above his head, pinned to the bed.

"Now princess, who said you could go grabbing there?" Harry said, soft yet taunting. Draco loved it, Harry taking control.

Draco only moaned in response, trying to rut his hips up to gain any kind of contact with Harry.

"Be a good boy." Harry said sharply, a smile spreading on his face. Draco stopped moving and just stared into Harry's eyes.

Harry let Draco go, earning a whine from the grey eyed boy. He wanted anything and he got nothing.

"Not tonight darling, we've both had a drink. It wouldn't be right, I'd be taking advantage." Harry said softly and Draco nodded his head slowly, reluctantly, he knew he was right.

"Let's get to bed, it's been a long day and you've had a lot to drink." Harry said, moving Draco up the bed and getting in next to him. Both of them cuddling up together and slowly slipping into a happy sleep.

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