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Yes, Harry Potter decided to come back to Hogwarts. No, he did not often interact with Draco Malfoy, given they were on opposite sides of the war.
However, it did not prevent them from getting into this situation.
He and Draco had a.. thing. He may have said he didn't interact with him, but that was not exactly true. He just wasn't seen interacting with him.
Harry was a little surprised at how easy it was to get away with. But he supposed Ron and Hermione wanted more time with just them, as they were dating.
Draco and him met up daily. Well, almost, seeing as they were in different houses. All the eighth years had been shocked when they were still in dorms by house, but perhaps Hogwarts wanted some things to remain the same.
It worked out in their favor. In public, they pretended to avoid each other. Was it really pretending? Harry didn't know.
In private, they had, as Draco liked to call it, ‘other arrangements’.
Harry doesn't remember exactly how it started. He supposed that over a few weeks, with the apologies Draco had made himself give, they warmed up to each other. A lot.
And now they were… something a little more than friends. Fine, a lot more. Neither of them talked about their feelings much.
Not the best idea, but they weren't exactly known for good ideas.
Harry and Draco enjoyed time together, in the slytherin dorms since Gryffindors were ‘exceptionally nosy’, though Harry would love to argue Draco was a lot more so, especially when it came to Harry.
They did everything and nothing. Draco thinks they had become way too comfortable with each other, but Harry knew he didn't mind it.
However, it allowed Harry to discover something about Draco. Apparently, he liked to lick certain people? Not in a sexual way. But in the way others like tickling people, Harry supposed.
Harry didn't really mind, usually. Draco did it all the time. Harry just let it happen.
Sure, it wasn't something friends would do really, but Harry did not talk about feelings, thanks.
That led to today.
Harry had been in a good mood. Sure, he was tired, but it was the kind that felt good. The kind where you felt if you blinked too long you could pass out, but at the same time you enjoy the feeling.
Draco was in another kind of mood. Harry didn't know exactly what kind, but it caused this.
It was the weekend, so they had no classes which was great, it only fueled Harry's good mood.
Draco had sauntered over to him and pestered him for a while. They were both up quite early, Harry hadn't bothered to sleep at all, and Draco had learnt the password to the Gryffindor common rooms long ago.
Eventually, Harry got up to stretch, and Draco simply watched.
Harry blinked over at him, “What?”
Draco grinned, a kind of small one, that was halfway a smirk. “Nothing, Potter. Nothing at all.”
“Harry.” Harry said.
“Yeah, yeah, I know. Must you ruin all my fun? It's nostalgic, really, to call you Potter.”
“Can it really be nostalgic if you still did it like three weeks ago?” Harry grumbled. He rubbed his eye under his glasses.
Draco tracked the movement before standing up. He made his way over and just. Took off Harry's glasses. He held them in his hand for a moment, contemplating.
Draco then slid them on his own face, before grabbing Harry's. Harry may have felt something in his chest, but he was not going to think about that.
“This again?” Harry asked, feeling Draco's tongue on his cheek.
“What? You taste good.” Draco replied, stopping his actions for only a quick moment.
“Why do you do this anyway?” Harry sighed.
Draco smirked, “You ask this every time and I never answer.”
“Yes, and-”
“For Merlin's sake, shut up.” Harry was in a good mood, so he listened to Draco and shut up. If he wasn't he would hexed Draco. Probably.
Maybe..
Okay fine, he might not. Harry stared off at nothing, resigning himself to his fate. He could faintly hear movement from some of the other Eighth year Gryffindors.
They were separated from the other years, of course.
Which meant all of them would be up soon. Nothing of them cared enough to try and be quiet when getting ready for the day, after about seven years of this.
Some people were very light sleepers, but it didn't really matter since it was usually advantageous to help them avoid missing classes.
They also were too lazy to put up silencing charms, or to do any kind of charm that would provide the others with extra minutes of sleep.
Well, there were a few who would, but in the sea of people who didn't, it wouldn't matter.
Harry sort of dreaded this and was excited for it at the same time. He would prefer not to hide that he and Draco were friends. But also, there would be so many bloody questions.
He could hear a group of Gryffindor girls making their way to the common room. Draco, shockingly, didn't stop his actions, despite the fact that he had to have heard them.
The girls were whispering on their way out; they weren't that mean. They all usually whispered.
They walked in on Harry, standing there, and Draco, licking Harry's face as though he were food.
The three girls paused. Stared. Gaped.
Harry just closed his eyes in resignation. He felt Draco halt his saliva-filled assault against Harry's skin. But it seemed it was only to remove Harry's glasses from Draco's face, as he ‘looked ridiculous in glasses’.
Harry had told them he simply looked cute, and Draco had denied it. That didn't stop him from stealing Harry's glasses at every chance, however.
The girls seemed to try and mind their own business, walking a bit away, and continuing their conversation.
By now, Harry was tired of standing. But he felt sitting would be more awkward, so he simply threw his arm around Draco, his hand coming to rest on his neck.
Harry could already hear what Ron would say, about Harry allowing ‘the ferrety git to lap all over him like a dog.’ He only wondered if Ron would say that word for word.
More and more students made their way into the room, and Harry was again reminded how many eighth grade Gryffindors alone came back.
For Harry's sake, he said, “Draco, I want to go to the library.” It wasn't a lie. He did want to go to the library. Since it would likely be emptier, and he was rather bored. Perhaps he'd be able to fall asleep, if he let Draco suggest a book.
A groan was his only answer, before his glasses were returned, and Draco leaned away.
With that, they began the walk to the library. After a while, Harry realized perhaps announcing where he was going was a bad idea. Especially because it was nearing time for breakfast. On the weekends, they served it for longer, which meant many people would just roam around beforehand.
Actually, only people who were Sixth years and older. The others weren't ‘allowed’ to leave. It didn't stop a few of them, but usually they preferred to sleep in.
So yeah, Harry realized after a good ten minutes of staring at the same page, listening to more students entering the library, and he knew those girls told as many people as possible.
They all knew damn well they wouldn't be caught in the library this early on the weekend.
He stood up, feeling people staring at them and dragged Draco, who had been taking notes on some book like the swot he was, to some random aisle.
“What, Harry?” Draco demanded.
Harry rolled his eyes, “You know damn well all those kids were watching us.”
“Well yes, but I hadn't checked out that book, anyone could just take it now! And, seriously, kids? You're not that old.” Draco scoffed. “Must you interrupt me every time I'm enjoying something, just because a few girls are watching?”
“Yes.”
Draco paused.
“Well, fine. But can I at least resume licking you?” Wow. No concern for Harry's feelings on the people watching them.
“This has got to be the first time you've ever asked.” Harry replied, which wasn't a no. He always said yes.
Well, excluding the time where he hexed Draco for it, but now Draco knew how to warn him, and wait for him to allow it or not like a good boy.
Um. Harry frowned for a bit, then stopped, since Draco didn't know what he was thinking. Harry didn't know what he was thinking either, because that was weird.
That would be in the box of things Harry did not think about.
“Shut up. You taste good.”
“I taste like skin,” Harry dryly protested. Draco just grabbed his chin, stole his glasses once more and began. Draco really didn't need to remove the glasses, Harry suspected.
They had taken the position they were in in the common room once more.
Approximately five minutes after this, Harry heard Ron and Hermione. They were gossiping about the new rumors that Draco licked Harry.
Which was true, but Harry did not need his best friends discussing this. But it was too late.
Ron and Hermione had not been actively searched but more wandering the library, where Harry and Draco were.
And they came across them. Unfortunately, this was one of Hermione's favorite sections.
“...Harry?” Ron said, not quietly at all. Several people approached. Hermione just stared in shock.
“Why the fuck is Malfoy licking your face?” Ron exclaimed, blushing more than Harry was.
And Harry was too tired for this. “He wanted to.”
“You know I didn't mean it like that! Why are you letting him?” Ron was incredulous. Which was fair. They were never seen interacting before this.
Harry thought about it for a bit, and decided to fuck with them some more. “I was feeling charitable. Does it matter?”
Hermione stepped in. “Harry, are you sure you're okay? This isn't your usual behavior! I haven't heard of a spell that does this..” she continued to talk to herself.
“He just does this. Don't worry about it.”
“Bloody hell, I thought those guys were crazy when they said what they heard. Or maybe I'm crazy. This could all be a dream. Yeah, a dream..”
Hermione hesitantly spoke again, “Harry.
Are you.. dating,” she said this as though she was sort of choking on the word, “Malfoy?”
Harry paused. Was he? This wasn't normal friend behavior, right? Draco had never licked his friends in the past.
Was he?
“Who knows.” Harry said. Then whispered to Draco, “are we?”
Draco barely paused, “I dunno.”
Harry flatly stared at him, but also Harry did not want to talk about how he felt in front of an audience. So he looked up and said, “yeah we're not.”