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No one thought giving the Eighth Years their own common room was a good idea, but as the Christmas break approaches, the small group of students have become fast friends. Of course not everyone are friends, but there is certainly no animosity between houses anymore. There’s civility and respect among all, including the Slytherins and Gryffindors. Especially, even.
Once Pansy and Hermione had put their past issues aside, they had become joined at the hip. If Hermione wasn’t with Harry or Ron, you would more than likely find her with Pansy.
Blaise had never really caused any hassle, always seemingly indifferent to his friend’s feuds, but there was even a noticeable transition in his attitude. No one ever really saw him smile until this year. In fact, Harry doesn’t think he’s seen a single day this year that he wasn’t smiling. He really is a ray of sunshine and Harry truthfully mourns the fact that they weren’t friends sooner.
Malfoy on the other hand… Well, he’s different too. Too different. It makes Harry uncomfortable and almost aggrieved to see how subdued and dejected Draco Malfoy had become. In a way, it feels quite reminiscent of sixth year, but rather than looking sick with the weight of pressure falling upon him, he just looks detached. Sad, maybe? Harry isn’t entirely sure, but he knows the war changed him. He has hope that Malfoy will soon find himself and it thankfully does look promising. He already looks miles happier than he had in the first day of term.
Hopefully the party Hermione and Pansy had organised would help open him up to the idea of removing the barrier he’s put up between himself and everyone else.
The idea had formed when the girls were talking about going away for the holidays. They discussed how having a Christmas party would be a good stress reliever and temporary goodbye to their new friends. Everyone had loved the idea.
That’s how all of the Eighth Years found themselves sat in a circle in their shared common room, a cup of firewhisky in hand and an empty bottle of butter beer in the middle of the circle.
All of them being: Harry, Hermione, Ron, Malfoy, Blaise, Pansy, the Patils, Neville, Seamus, Dean, Hannah, Goldstein and Nott.
They were all on the verge of drunk when Pansy announced it was game time. Pink cheeked and giggly, Hermione forced everyone into a circle and ran off to her dorm to, “Grab the secret ingredient.”
No one knew what she meant - other than Pansy - but none of them seemed to care as they took their orders without complaint.
“What’s she doing in there?” Ron wondered aloud, slurring his words slightly.
Pansy giggled, covering her mouth with a hand, “Don’t ponder, Ronald. You’ll see.”
As if on cue, Hermione reentered the room with a small vile of something clear in her hand, and… Wait.
“Hermione, I beg you to tell me that you haven’t just brought a vial of Veritaserum down here.” Harry tried his best to sound exasperated, but he really was secretly intrigued. Impressed, too.
“I won’t tell you then!” She replied, sitting. “Pansy? Care to explain?”
“Why, of course!” Pansy stood gracefully, a smirk playing on her lips. “We had the brilliant idea to play a round of Never Have I Ever.”
“Right, and what has Veritaserum got to do with that?” Blaise asked.
“Well if you’d let me finish,” She rolled her eyes half heartedly, “The serum is to ensure we are all being completely truthful. Now, if you don’t feel comfortable, we will not force you to take the potion. But if you don’t, you won’t be able to take part in the game. I won’t have anyone participate to end up lying. What’s the point in that? So, will anyone be sitting this one out?” No one protested and Pansy sat down.
“Perfect!” Hermione clapped, “We will each take three drops of Veritaserum and wait sixty seconds to let it set in,” They all pass around the vial, taking the drops. “How the game works is, someone will spin the bottle and whoever it lands on has to ask something they have never done, for example, ‘Never have I ever been to America’, and whoever has done it will drink. The potion will force you to drink, so there’s no chance of withholding information.” There was a machiavellian glint in Hermione’s eyes as she spoke that made Harry nervous, but he brushed it off, knowing that she wouldn’t be too scandalous with her questions.
“Everyone understand?” Pansy asked. There was a murmur or agreement throughout the circle. “Great, let’s begin. I’ll spin first.”
The bottle landed on Neville. “Uh.. Never Have I Ever skipped lesson to hook up with someone.”
Everyone but Harry, Hermione, Ron and Malfoy took a sip. They all looked so proud of themselves, sniggering into their cups. A smile took over Harry’s face.
Neville spun the bottle and it landed on a tipsy looking Blaise Zabini.
“Never Have I Ever fantasised about the same sex.” He looked far too pleased with himself when Malfoy sneered at him and took a sip. Harry was surprised, but he didn’t show it as he drank as well. Followed by Pansy, Padma, Seamus, Dean and Hannah.
The next question came from Dean. “Never Have I Ever been in the Slytherin common room.”
The Slytherins looked around, wondering why Dean would ask such an obvious question, and they were all surprised when Harry and Ron took a drink, laughing secretively with one another.
“What? When?!” Blaise laughed delightedly. Ron looked to Harry, silently telling him to go ahead.
“Second Year. We thought Malfoy was the heir of Slytherin so we Polyjuiced into Crabbe and Goyle to interrogate him.”
“What?! No you didn’t! Surely I would’ve known!” Malfoy said incredulously. “Did you really?”
“Do you recall Crabbe having a stomach ache and running away mid conversation?” Ron asked, a smirk playing on his lips.
Malfoy’s eyes widened comically as realisation struck and Harry couldn’t help himself, he snorted loudly into his drink and fell into Ron’s shoulder, hiding his drunken giggles.
“I was so confused!” Malfoy said, humour slightly lifting the corners of his mouth.
“You should’ve seen Hermione, she-“
”Harry James Potter! You close your mouth right this instant!” Hermione yelled, face turning red.
Harry obliged, but only because he knew Ron would take over. And he did. “Hermione accidentally turned herself into a cat! It was hilarious,” Ron managed between bouts of hysterical laughter. Hermione let out a squeal of humiliation and everyone was laughing along with Harry and Ron, “She had a tail and everything!”
At that, Malfoy barked a loud laugh and quickly covered his mouth with his hand, but that did nothing to subdue the small chuckles that fell between the cracks between his fingers.
“It was supposed to be Millicent’s hair but it turns out the hair belonged to her cat. That wasn’t my fault.” Hermione huffed, crossing her arms and feigning annoyance. The smile she was doing her best to push down was betraying her though. “Alright, enough.” She laughed, and the bottle was once again spun, landing on Ron this time.
“Okay, Never Have I Ever sucked cock.” Some of the girls blushed at his crude question, but it was his turn to blush when he saw Harry take a sip. “Harry? What! Why didn’t you tell me!”
“Er..” All eyes were on him, even those who drank along with him. (Seamus, Dean, Pansy, Hermione, Hannah, the Patil twins and Malfoy. Malfoy!?!) He cleared his throat, “I’m sorry, Ronald. I didn’t realise I was obligated to share my sexual activities with you.”
“You get off on that, Weasley?” Theodore Nott mused jokingly.
“No! What?” Ron exclaimed, face beet red.
“He’s kidding, Weasley.” Malfoy laughed, very clearly loosened up from the alcohol running through his blood.
“Alright, alright. Pipe down everyone. Let’s move on. Though, don’t think you’re escaping an interrogation, Draco.” Blaise said good-naturedly, and Malfoy’s cheeks went pink when all eyes turned on him.
“Piss off, Blaise.” Malfoy grumbled, “Spin the bottle.” He said to Ron.
The bottle landed on Pansy this time, and an evil smile spread across her face. Glancing towards Draco, she said, “Never Have I Ever climbed a tree to impress someone.” She giggled when Malfoy scowled at her, and full on belly laughed when he tried to resist drinking and the Veritaserum won him over.
“Shut up.” He grumbled, avoiding Harry’s eye. Hm.
The bottle landed on Seamus when spun again, and he asked, “Never Have I Ever used an unforgivable,” thinking no one would drink.
Everyone was surprised when both Harry and Malfoy drank.
“That’s that question done,” Hermione said, trying her best to keep the room comfortable. “Your turn, Seamus.”
There was a few seconds more of silence before Seamus shrugged and spun, bottle landing on Anthony Goldstein.
“Never Have I Ever had the Killing Curse used on me.”
Harry froze.
“What the fuck, Goldstein?” To Harry’s surprise, the outrage came from Malfoy of all people. Harry couldn’t give in to the Veritaserum any longer and was forced to take the last sip of his drink.
He distracted himself from Goldsteins reply - “What? I wanted to know if the rumours were true!” - by refilling his drink. It didn’t work.
“This game is supposed to be fun, you’re not supposed to ask questions you know will make people uncomfortable!” Malfoy shot back and Harry was truly stunned. Malfoy was defending him?
“It’s okay, Malfoy.” Harry said monotonously, but Malfoy wasn’t having it. He looked Harry in the eyes for the first time since the beginning of term, fire in his eyes.
It felt nostalgic, only this time the fire was not directed at him. It was nice, Harry decided.
“No, it’s actually not okay, Potter-“
“See-“
“Shut the fuck up, Goldstein.” Malfoy seethed, not taking his eyes off Harry’s. “You shouldn’t be subjected to questions like that during a game that is supposed to bring us together. Not happening.”
Harry didn’t know what to say. Their eyes were still connected and he weirdly felt like squirming. Finally, he settled on, “Thank you, Malfoy.”
Malfoy nodded, and as they held their eye contact, they were unaware of the knowing looks being shared around the group.
Pansy leaned over to whisper something in Hermione’s ear, and her dramatic gasp and declaration of, “No way! You’re on!” was what snapped the pair from their… moment?
Harry gave Hermione a questioning look but she just laughed, turning away from his gaze.
Anthony Goldstein silently spun the bottle, avoiding eye contact with everyone and before it landed on anyone, he stood, clearing his throat and focusing on the sofa behind Harry. “I’m gonna go up to bed. I’m sorry for being insensitive, Harry.”
Harry couldn’t help but feel bad. As deserved as Malfoy’s scolding was, Harry couldn’t deal with the kicked puppy look on Anthony’s face.
He tried an encouraging smile, “No need, Anthony. Have a good Christmas.”
This seemed to cheer him up a bit. He looked Harry in the eye this time as he said, “Thanks, Harry. You too!”
After he made his departure, all eyes went back to the bottle, which had landed on Hermione. Harry didn’t miss the way her eyes darted towards him and then to Pansy, and he also didn’t miss the slightest of nods she gave Hermione. He barely had time to brace himself before the question shot through him like a bullet.
“Never Have I Ever masturbated to the thought of someone in their Quidditch robes.”
And well… fuck. Why would she ask that?
Harry felt his cheeks heating as he did his best to resist the power of the truth serum, but of course, it won.
As Harry lifted the cup to his lips, he glanced around the room and felt better knowing he wasn’t the only one who was being humiliated right now. Hannah, Parvati and Pansy were also drinking, and-
Oh.
Malfoy’s translucent skin was glowing red as he lifted his cup to his mouth, eyes stubbornly looking down at the floor.
Harry couldn’t help it. He let his mind wander. The thought of Malfoy alone in his private dorm, cheeks pink with arousal, hands wandering over his naked skin. Teasing himself, circling his nipples and only grazing them slightly every now and then. He thought about Malfoy’s hand going down further, beneath the waistband of his pants, only letting his knuckles brush against his length lightly before it becomes too much. Finally allowing himself to wrap a firm hand around his cock-
Merlin. Snap out of it, Harry!
Great! Just what Harry needs in a room full of his classmates. A half hard bulge in his pants.
It’s only when Ron leans over to whisper in his ear that he snaps out of his daydreaming, mortification written so clearly on his face that he would find it funny if it were anyone else.
“Keep staring, mate. It’ll make what you’re thinking less obvious.” Ron says in a hushed tone, and Harry’s eyes pretty much bulge out of his head.
“What?!” Harry hisses, keeping his tone low so only Ron will hear him.
“Don’t ‘what’ me. We’ve been best mates since we were eleven, you think I can’t tell when you fancy someone?”
“I don’t-“
“Oh come on, Harry. You’ve fancied him for years!”
Ron didn’t technically ask him a question, so Harry lied straight to his face, “No I haven’t.”
He crossed his arms petulantly and turned away from Ron. He heard his friend chuckling beside him, obviously not believing Harry. He never claimed to be a good liar.
“Interesting…” Hermione hummed, spinning the bottle. Pansy giggled, eyes intently on Malfoy who was clearly avoiding her gaze. The bottle landed on Hannah this time.
“Never Have I Ever… uh, had my throat fucked?” She didn’t sound sure of herself, but the doubt on her face quickly disappeared when Malfoy raised his cup.
“Alright, I can’t take it anymore. Draco, spill.” Blaise insisted. He choked on his drink, looking around realising he was the only one who had taken a sip.
“Um, no.”
“Draco, come on!” Pansy whined.
“Yeah, come on, Malfoy. You can’t just leave us all hanging.” Ron said, a wicked grin on his face.
“Guys.. if he doesn’t want to say then he doesn’t have to. Let’s just move on.” Harry said hesitantly. There was a tiny pit of jealousy deep in his stomach and he did not like it. Not at all. Malfoy was not someone he was allowed to be jealous over. They’re not together and they never will be. No matter how much Harry desired it.
Which he doesn’t. He doesn’t desire that. Obviously.
“Would you prefer us to interrogate you, Harry, or…”
“No!” Harry stuttered. “I just mean, he followed to rules and had a drink. Isn’t that enough?”
“Yeah. What else do you want from me?” Malfoy asked, rolling his eyes.
“Fine.” The whole group said in unison. “Go on, Hannah. Your turn.”
“Never Have I Ever,” Ron said, smirking. “Used a map to stalk my crush.”
“Ron!” Harry exclaimed while Hermione burst out into laughter. “I don’t- didn’t fancy them!” But no matter how much he protested, the serum won, and Harry had to take a sip. Everyone laughed, including Malfoy, and the blush on Harry’s face was too prominent to even attempt to deny.
“You still like this person, don’t you, Harry?” Dean asked, suddenly interested.
“N- Yes ! Ugh, fuck! That’s not fair, Dean! You can’t ask me direct questions, it’s against the rules,” Harry scowled.
“I knew it!” Ron fist bumped the air.
Dean only laughed along with everyone else in the room. “My bad.” He said, though he didn’t seem apologetic at all. Only proud of himself. Bastard.
Ron spun the bottle, still snickering, and it landed on Padma. “Never Have I Ever said the wrong name during sex.”
No one expected that to come from Padma and everyone gasped, making her laugh. Harry, Malfoy and Pansy all took a sip.
“Has there been a single round where Harry hasn’t had to drink?” Neville asked, shocked.
Rolling his eyes, Harry lifted his cup. “Whatever, best orgasm I ever had.”
Malfoy’s ears turned red as he raised his cup to Harry, catching his eye. “Me too.” And was that a glint in his eye, or was Harry going insane?
This time, the bottle landed on Pansy. Harry was honestly scared. “Never Have I Ever been attracted to my ‘enemy’.”
Harry regrets ever agreeing to play this bullshit game. He can’t find any of his Gryffindor courage, instead, all he feels is shame and embarrassment. Everyone knows Harry has only ever had two enemies, and of course he’s never been attracted to fucking Voldemort! The other enemy… well, he’s sitting a metre away and Harry wishes he stayed dead when he was killed.
He drinks, eyes on the floor. The whole room breaks out into giggles and Harry feels like he’s burning up from the inside out.
Ron nudges Harry and murmurs, “Looks like he wants you, too.”
Harry’s eyes snap up, landing on Malfoy who refuses to look back. He turns back to Ron. “He drank?” Ron nods, “He wouldn’t have meant me…” That earned him a ‘You’re a goddamn idiot’ look.
“Calm down, calm down!” Pansy yelled, the room going quiet once more. “What do you say we finish up with Never Have I Ever and play a round of Truth or Dare to finish off the night?” There was a sound of agreement, and the game started.
Parvati went first. “Malfoy,” He rolled his eyes, “Truth or dare?”
“Truth. Do your worst, Patil.”
“Has anyone in this room gotten you hard?” She smiled sweetly at him. His blank stare only spurred on the laughter.
“Yes.”
“Care to elaborate?”
“No.”
“Alright then.” Parvati chuckled.
Malfoy spun the bottle and it landed on Padma. “Blaise, truth or dare?” She asked.
“Give me a dare, please.” He said with his signature charming smile.
“Take your trousers off for five minutes.”
“That the best you got, Patil?” Blaise stood, making a show of unbuttoning his fitted black trousers and pulling them down his long, muscular legs. “Feel free to stare as much as you want,” He said to everyone in the room, “There’s only so much of myself to go around.” Blaise winked, removing them completely before sitting back down.
Harry only has eyes for one person, but he would be lying if he said Blaise wasn’t insanely fit.
The bottle landed on Harry after Blaise had spun, because of course it did. He chose truth, because this night couldn’t possibly get more humiliating than it already was.
“Who’s the most attractive person in this room, in your humble opinion?”
Harry is close to tears.
Summoning his Gryffindor courage, he took a sip of his drink and looked directly at Malfoy. “Objectively, Malfoy is quite beautiful,” His gaze jumped straight to Harry. He looked shocked. “What? I said objectively. It’s the truth!”
“Thank you, Potter.” Malfoy said quietly, blushing almost as much as Harry.
He only hummed in acknowledging, ignoring the looks Ron, Hermione and Pansy were giving him before he reached for the bottle. It landed on Blaise again. He chose truth.
“Hottest Professor, past or present?”
“Remus Lupin, of course!” Blaise replied enthusiastically. Harry nearly gagged when everyone noisily voiced their agreement. “What, are you telling me you disagree?”
“He’s my uncle! That’s so weird. My parent’s best friend! My godfathers husband!” Harry tried, “Okay, fine. Yes, he was objectively gorgeous, but I don’t want to hear another word about it.”
“Objectively this, objectively that. It’s okay to admit when you think someone’s fit. Draco, for example. If objective beauty was an ogre, you’d still think he was the hottest person in the room.” Hermione said, laughing.
“Hermione!” Harry’s cheeks flushed for the hundredth time, “You’ve had too much to drink.”
“Or I’ve spent too much time watching you drool over him!”
Malfoy interrupted their little debate by clearing his throat. “Hello,” they looked at him, “As much as I’m enjoying this, let’s continue the game, yes?”
The bottle landed on Pansy, and she addressed Malfoy. “Truth or dare, sweetheart?”
“I’ll take a dare this time I think. It feels like the safer option.”
“Perfect!” Pansy clapped her hands, “I’m going to work my magic. I’ll be right back.” She ran up to her dorm without another word, leaving everyone to look curiously at each other. She arrived a moment later with a black pen in her hand. Pansy plopped herself down in front of Malfoy and grabbed his face roughly.
He jerked back from her grasp, “And what is it you think you’re doing?”
“Don’t act so scared, Draco. I’m going to make you look extra gorgeous. I promise, I won’t touch your precious hair. Just keep your eyes open for a second.”
He relaxed as she took his head in her hands once more and took the cap off the pen. After mild complaint from Malfoy, she backed away from him, admiring her work. And Harry… well, Harry thought he might just die on the spot.
While Pansy barely did anything to Malfoy, the black lines she had drawn along his waterlines enhanced the silver of his eyes and made him look striking. Harry found himself having to cross his legs to hide the bulge that was once half hard, because now? Now he was straining in his pants and fuck, he desperately wishes he were alone. Or…
“Harry,” Pansy called, “Stick your tongue back in your mouth for me, yeah?” She teased, but he couldn’t even find it within himself to blush under the stare Malfoy now had on him. All he could do was nod dumbly, still staring at the most beautiful man he’s ever laid eyes on.
“Pathetic,” He heard Seamus laugh jokingly. Malfoy spun the bottle and it landed on Neville.
Neville asked Harry, and he unwisely chose truth. “Was your last sex dream about someone in this room?” Only then, did Harry remove his eyes from Malfoy.
Eyeing Neville, he replied easily. “Yes.” It’s not like it isn’t obvious anymore, so why be embarrassed?
“Interesting.” Seamus said, sounding way too smug for his own good. The universe must hate Harry, because when the bottle was spun it landed on Seamus and from the look in his eye, Harry knew it was gonna be him. Fucking hell. “Truth or dare, Harry?”
“You’re not getting me this time, Seamus. No more secrets are being shared with any of you. I’ll take a dare, please.”
“Just what I hoped for!” He smiled at Harry and Harry regretted it instantly. “Go on over to Malfoy and give him a love bite, will you?”
“What?!” Harry screeched between all the wolf whistles and clapping. He looked between Ron and Hermione for help, but they were wearing matching shit eating grins and Harry knew they wouldn’t be helping him.
“Not one to back down from a dare, are you Harry?” Blaise teased.
“Of course not! But this isn’t just me, is it? Malfoy’s involved too and it’s not his turn!”
“He doesn’t seem to be protesting.” Blaise replied easily, leaning into Pansy’s side. Harry chanced a look at Malfoy, who looked nervous but raised his eyebrows in challenge.
“Are you sure?” Harry asked him.
“It’s just a game, Potter.” Malfoy said, strained.
Shit. He’s really going to do this. He’s seconds away from putting his lips on Malfoy (!!!)
It was now or never, and Harry really wanted to be able to do this just once. So, he walked on his knees across the circle to sit right in front of Malfoy and took a deep breath. The weight of eyes on him made him feel extreme amounts of discomfort, but the urge to mark Malfoy up was too persistent to back down now, so Harry placed his hands on Malfoy’s shoulders and looked him in the eyes.
He whispered so only Malfoy would hear him, “If this isn’t okay with you, tell me now and I’ll back down. They won’t have to know you had anything to do with the decision.”
The corner of Malfoy’s lip curled attractively into a smirk and he whispered back confidently, “Are you assuming I don’t want this?” Harry must have made a face, because Malfoy huffed a small laugh and said, “Yes, Potter. I’m okay with this. Do your worst.”
Taking a deep breath, Harry moved closer so his knees were resting against Malfoy’s crossed legs and he leaned in slowly.
Harry licked his lips before he reached his neck and pressed a feather light kiss to Malfoy’s neck, testing. Malfoy’s breath slightly hitched and Harry took that as his cue. He latched on, sucking the delicate skin between his lips and feeling the body underneath him tense and relax all in the same few seconds.
He tasted distinctly Malfoy-ish. He couldn’t explain what that meant, but now that Harry had gotten a taste, he felt starved. Harry knew he’d never be satisfied with only doing this once, but it’s the only option so he knew damn well he was going to make it count.
Harry lapped his tongue over the skin in his mouth and grazed his teeth over the spot. Malfoy’s hand went to the nape of Harry’s neck, carding his fingers through Harry’s baby curls. He tilted his head slightly, inviting Harry to access more of his neck.
The graze of his teeth against Malfoy’s neck soon became nips and bites and the only sounds Harry could hear in the room were the barely there whimpers from Malfoy’s throat and Harry didn’t think he’d physically be able to stop until he was forcibly ripped away.
He moved down Malfoy’s neck, searching for that one spot, and he knew he had found it when he let out a shameless moan. The sound rushed straight to Harry’s cock and he was helpless to the groan he sounded against Malfoy’s neck.
Harry and Malfoy were both oblivious to the rest of the room getting up to leave them to it. The Veritaserum had worn off by now and they were all headed to bed, happy that the two rivals were finally making progress.
“Oh, Draco?” Pansy said, getting no response from Malfoy, “Who do you fancy?”
Malfoy was panting at this point, eyes shut and pants straining. “Harry,” he moaned in reply, which sent Harry into overdrive. Draco Malfoy had just moaned his name. Oh. My. Goodness.
“Great, glad we’ve established that! Goodnight!” Pansy skipped off, arms linked with a scowling Hermione who had just forked up three galleons after losing the bet Pansy had challenged her to earlier. ‘Three galleons on Harry and Draco finally doing something about their pathetic pining tonight’.
They weren’t paying attention as the group left. Instead, Draco was pulling Harry into his lap, fingers gripping Harry’s thighs tightly, sure to leave marks. The thought made Harry pull back and admire his work. He was delighted to see a bright red bruise forming on Draco’s neck and an elated smile broke out over his face.
“Don’t look so proud of yourself, Potter.” Draco said breathlessly.
Harry smirked at him, lips red and puffy. “Back to ‘Potter’ now are we, Draco?” He gripped the back of Harry’s neck, pulling him in so close that their lips had barely a millimetre between them.
“Shut up,” Draco pecked his lips, “Harry .”
Then, he smashed their lips together and Harry thought he must have really died that night in the Forbidden Forest because this right here was heavenly.
***
Kissing became a regular thing between Harry and Draco. They both worried that the game would be the only time they’d get to experience the pleasure of each other, but after weeks of longing looks and stolen kisses, they decided it would be a wasted opportunity not to become a couple.
Harry had never been happier. Draco finally found his spark.
Some would say, then pair were made for each other.