This is a long chapter, and its a bit different than what I usually write.

Also, some of these quotes are stolen from Tumblr. Most aren't, but some are

Enjoy!

Draco’s cold eyes watched Harry and Fleur as they laughed. 

“Look at him, talking to Fleur. What’s so great about her? Is it because she speaks French? It’s a stupid language,” Draco said bitterly. 

“Draco, darling, you speak French,” Pansy replied calmly. 

“Maybe it’s because of her abnormally pale skin. She looks like a snowball,” he continued, turning back to face Pansy and Blaise again. 

“Draco, you’re equally as pale,” Blaise responded with a smirk. 

“Or maybe it’s her stupid blonde hair. Who even wants hair that blonde? It’s practically white.”

He frowned as Pansy and Blaise’s eyes rose above his head. He turned in his chair to see Harry standing behind him, smirking. 

“Draco, you have the same color hair as her,” Harry said, a grin on his face. 

Draco frowned. 

“Someone sounds jealous. Does poor Draco wanna be my friend?” Harry mocked, a smirk crossing his face once more. 

Blaise snorted, leaning back in his chair. “Oh, he doesn’t want to be your friend, Potter.”

Harry raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Then what does the Slytherin Ice Prince want?”

His green eyes pinned Draco in place, daring him to answer. 

Pansy decided to do it for him. 

“I believe what the Slytherin Ice Prince wants is the Gryffindor Golden Boy’s tongue down his throat,” she murmured, taking a sip of her drink. 

This didn’t deter Harry’s grin in the slightest. If anything, it grew wider. Predatory. 

“Is that so?” Harry raised an eyebrow. “I suppose that can be arranged.”

In one fluid motion, he moved from behind Draco to straddling his lap, hands cupping his jaw, face impossibly close to Draco’s. 

“Is that what you want, Draco?” he whispered. 

Draco tilted his head up, just a fraction. “Yes,” he hissed. 

Harry grinned once more, before leaning forward and capturing Draco’s lips with his own. 

And by God, kissing Harry Potter was fucking revelation. 

His lips were softer than the harsh words that usually escaped them, and hotter than the heat between Draco’s legs as Harry moved impossibly closer and swept his tongue along Draco’s bottom lip, begging for an entrance that Draco immediately granted. 

Harry’s lips were dirty, but his tongue was downright sinful. 

“Well, looks like Draco got his wish,” Pansy’s voice remarked. 

Harry pulled away slowly, eyes dark with lust, a slow smirk spreading across his lips. 

“I think I got mine too,” he said softly, so only Draco could hear.

With this, he twisted in Draco’s lap so he was laying sideways across the chair, legs thrown across the arm, head resting on the arm. As if on instinct, Draco’s fingers began to run through his hair slowly. 

After a few minutes of comfortable silence, an extremely nervous-looking Neville walked over. 
He sat in the chair right next to Blaise, and the Slytherin’s dark eyes roamed up and down Neville’s body before finally meeting his eyes. 

“You look really good today,” Neville said sweetly. 

Blaise smirked. “I look good everyday.”

Neville looked slightly dejected. “You make it very hard to flirt, you know that?”

Blaise winked. “You make me very hard.”

At Neville’s little gasp, he grinned. “That’s how you flirt.”

Draco smirked. While he had never considered Neville a possible love interest of Blaise’s, he had to admit that this conversation was interesting. 

Blaise smirked. “Don’t worry about it. Flirting is part of my heritage.”

“What does that mean?” Neville asked worriedly. 

Draco took a sip of his drink. “It means his mother was a slut too.”

Harry snorted softly, and Blaise mock-glared at Draco. Neville’s eyebrows shot up. 

“I didn’t know you were such a player,” he muttered, looking disappointed. 

Blaise grinned. “Maybe when Draco called me a slut, he didn’t mean I’m a player.”

Neville looked confused. Draco tolled his eyes. He had heard this like before. 

“Maybe he meant I’m just a slut for you,” Blaise murmured, leaning forward. 

Neville turned bright pink. Harry grinned. Pansy rolled her eyes. 

*****************

Ron didn’t understand what had happened to Harry. Once he had started hanging out with Malfoy and all the other Slytherins, he had changed. 

Or, the scarier possibility, this had always been Harry. 

Nonetheless, Ron was storming down to the Slytherin dorms to ask Hermione out, because her refusing the last three times was not okay. 

Why she insisted on hanging out with Harry and all the other Slytherins there, he had no idea.  

He murmured their password, and opened the door to reveal the six people he knew he would see. 

Blaise and Neville were a tangled knot of legs and arms on the green armchair in the corner. Blaise’s lips detached themselves from Neville’s neck as he realized Ron was in the room. Ron noticed the red mark left where Blaise’s lips had been. Neville’s face was flushed, his fingers interlaced with Blaise’s. 

Harry and Draco were slightly more reserved. Harry was sitting on the green armchair opposite to Blaise and Neville, with Draco on his lap. Probably because there was nowhere else to sit. He appeared to be whispering something in Draco’s ear before Ron came in. A slight flush was on Draco’s cheeks. Harry’s arms were around Draco’s waist, probably to keep him from falling, Harry was so nice. 

Pansy lounged on the green couch. She draped herself in green like it was gold and wore her Slytherin title like it was a crown. Her black-coated lips curved in a dangerous smile as she noticed his presence. Her short black hair shifted as she tilted her head to the side, indicating her confusion as to why he was there. 

Hermione was also on the couch, her arm resting on Pansy’s shoulder, brown eyes turned to Ron, cold and calculating. Her robes were gone, leaving her in a simple t-shirt and jeans. When Ron’s eyes went lower, it became apparent to him that she wasn’t wearing a bra. 

This pissed him off. She was in a room with four other guys, she couldn’t wear a bra? She always wore a bra in rooms with him. 

“Hermione, why aren’t you wearing a bra?”

“Why should I?” she responded simply. 

“You’re in a room with four guys!”

“And all of them are gay. Besides.” She turned to smirk at the girl next to her. “Pansy doesn’t mind.”

“Harry’s not gay!” Ron protested. “And of course Pansy doesn’t mind, she has tits too!”

Pansy snorted, and muttered something like “that’s not why.”

“What do you want, Ron?” Hermione asked, annoyed. 

“Go to Hogsmeade with me.”

“No. Glad we had this conversation. Bye.”

Ron sighed irritably. “Hermione, what’s a queen without her king?”

“Historically, better,” she responded without hesitation. 

“Fine. Bad example. What’s Juliet without her Romeo?”

“Alive,” Draco and Harry responded at the same time. 

Ron groaned angrily. 

Neville sat up, sighing. “Ron, do you know the fastest way to someone’s heart?”

“Food,” Pansy muttered. 

“Money,” Blaise added. 

“Through the third and fourth rib,” Harry replied bluntly. 

Draco paused, turning around to face the boy who’s lap he was on. “Harry.”

“Yes?” Harry looked up at him, eyes shining. 

“I think I’m in love with you,” Draco said, before kissing him hard. 

Ron blinked at them several times. 

“Hermione,” he said finally, turning to her.

“Whatever you’ve got going on with Pansy here, I can forgive. I can make you straight again.”

Everyone in the room stilled. 

Draco leaned forward. “Permission to punch him in the face?”

Hermione frowned. “Permission denied. Reluctantly. Ron, you should leave.”

“What if I don’t?” Ron asked defiantly. 

“Then I’m afraid we’ll have to break your legs,” Harry replied with a completely straight face. 

Draco collapsed into laughter. 

*********

The next day, it was Parvati Patil who came down to the Slytherin dorms. 

She walked straight up to Harry, tilted his chin up, and kissed him hard. 

He immediately pulled away. “Parvati, the fuck?”

“Harry, please,” she murmured. “We both know you and Malfoy won’t last.”

With this, she returned to attempting to kiss him. 

“Excuse me, Parvati? You’ve got something on your face.”

Parvati turned to see Draco leaning against the door, giving her the coldest look she had ever seen. 

Blaise whistled. He seemed to know something Parvati didn’t. 

“What’s that?” she asked, wiping her cheeks. 

“The love of my life.” With that, Draco shot a Stupefy at her. 

Harry stood, looping an arm around Draco’s waist and kissing him gently. 

“Thank you for trying not to let her kiss you,” Draco murmured. 

“I love you, Draco. Not her, not anyone else.”  

Draco smiles at this, and pushed Harry down on the chair, kissing him hard. 

**********

The next to come was Padma. Her intention was clearly to seduce Harry as well, but upon seeing her twin stunned on the ground, all she said was “Oh my God.”

“There are no gods here.”

She looked up to see the Hogwarts royalty watching her. 

Neville and Blaise were entangled on an armchair across the room, as close as physically possible, and even closer romantically. 

Pansy was laying on the couch, head in Hermione’s lap, the Gryffindor princess’ fingers tangled in her hair. 

Harry was sitting back in the other armchair, relaxed, with Draco draped across his lap, grey eyes watching Padma intently. Harry’s fingers, like Hermione’s, were stroking his lover’s hair. 

“No gods?” Padma choked out. “God is real, Malfoy, and he’s going to punish you.”

Draco gave her a chilling smile. “This is hell’s territory and I am beholden to no gods.”

Padma stepped forward, wand out. 

“Careful,” Harry spoke up, a dark grin on his face. “He’ll bite you if you get too close.”

Draco’s grin matched Harry’s perfectly, and he pretended to snap at her. She jumped. 

“I’ll kill you, Draco Malfoy,” she whispered, fear evident in her tone. 

He shrugged. “Bury me shallow. I’ll be back.”

With that, Harry waved his wand at her, and she fell to the floor, stunned, next to her sister. 

****************

Draco winced slightly as he sipped his coffee. 

“What’s your problem?” Pansy asked from her spot across the table. 

Draco frowned. “Harry put salt in my coffee because I annoyed him but I’m going to drink it anyways because I’m petty and I won’t let him win.”

Harry’s awe-filled eyes watched Draco take another drink. 

“I’m in love with you,” he whispered. 

Draco smirked at his boyfriend. “And I you.”

Suddenly, Ginny was on the other side of the table, shoving Pansy to the side. 

“Draco Malfoy, my wand is under this table and I’m going to kill you,” she hissed. 

“Hm,” Draco nodded. “Let me ask Harry.”

She sputtered as Draco leaned over and whispered something. Harry whispered something back. 

“This isn’t a choi-“

“He said no.”

With that, Harry cast a wandless Expelliarmus, and waved Ginny’s wand in the air triumphantly. 

Ginny huffed, turning to Draco. “Would you die for Harry?” she asked, desperate for something Draco couldn’t answer. 

Draco looked up from Harry’s hands, on which he had been tracing I love you a dozen times, and gave Ginny the most terrifying smile she had ever seen. 

“I would kill for Harry,” he replied. 

Ginny’s smile fell, and she stalked away. 

Pansy leaned forward. “Ten galleons says you won’t light the tablecloth on fire.”

Draco raised an eyebrow. 

**********

Draco sighed as Hermione approached, leaning against Harry. “God, it’s hot in here.”

“Yes, just like the heat of my repressed homosexuality and barely concealed rage,” Harry replied at the same time Blaise winked and said “do you want me to leave?”

Hermione groaned. “The tablecloth is literally on fire why the fuck-“

************

“Draco, why did we never have a second date?” Astoria pouted. 

Draco just snorted and shook his head, reaching over to grab moth wings for his potion. 

“How much to I have to pay to get you to go on a second date with me?”

Draco didn’t look up. “I accept dollars, euros, sterling silver, broken hearts, and secrets.”

“See, this is why we’re perfect for each other! You’re an enigma, I love puzzles.”

Draco rolled his eyes, mixing his potion. 

“I bet you’re a good kisser,” she flirted. 

Draco shrugged, and turned around, calling across the classroom, “Hey Harry, am I a good kisser?”

Harry walked across the room, his presence demanding attention and bursting with confidence, smirk already in place on his lips. 

He hooked his fingers through the loops on Draco’s jeans, pulling the other boy towards him and kissing him hard. 

The kiss lasted a while, long enough for her to feel awkward, before Harry pulled away, kissing him lightly on the nose and whispering “yes.”

Draco smiled, and Harry wrapped an arm around his waist. 

“How would you describe yourself?” Astoria said, trying to get his attention back on her, although it was never hers to start. 

Draco sighed. “Harry, describe me in one word.”

Harry didn’t look away from Draco’s throat, where a deep purple mark remained from the night before. “Mine.”

Draco’s eyes flicked to Harry, before resting back on Astoria. 

“And that, darling, is why we never had a second date.”

Harry checked Draco out, teeth tugging at his bottom lip. 

Draco stood up straighter. “Did you just look me up and down and bite your lip? Because if you did, we’re having sex. Right now.”

Harry grinned, raising one eyebrow suggestively. 

************** 

Harry was in the kitchens, waiting for Draco to come cook with him, when Cedric walked in. 

“Harry.”

“Hello, Cedric.” Harry glanced past him, obviously waiting for Draco. 

“If you wanted to come out as gay, you could have just kissed me instead,” Cedric said easily. 

“Well, turns out I wasn’t gay for you. I like Draco.”

Cedric’s fingers brushed across the counter, lifting one of the knives resting there. 

“You sure?” Cedric was close, too close. “We could get along quite well, you and I.”

“I want Draco, Cedric. Not you.” Harry stood his ground, despite the very sharp knife in Cedric’s hand. 

Cedric’s expression turned deadly, just before a dangerous voice cut through the room. 

“And just what are you doing that close to my boyfriend with a knife, Diggory?”

Cedric’s expression turned furious, and he threw the knife at Draco. 

Before Harry could shout or say anything, Draco had caught the knife by the handle, giving Cedric a sadistic smile that would leave the devil screaming.
 
He lifted the knife up, and threw it with ease. It nailed itself in the wall, a centimeter away from Cedric’s head. 

Cedric breathed out. “You missed.”

“No,” Draco said, picking up another knife. “I didn’t.”

He threw this one with deadly accuracy as well, and it landed in the wall on the other side of Cedric’s head, the same distance away. 

“You wouldn’t hurt me,” Cedric said, smirking. 

“I’ve seen Draco angry many times,” Harry said easily. “You better run, Cedric.”

Draco picked up another knife. 

Cedric bolted away. 

Draco kissed Harry softly. 

“Come back soon,” Harry requested, smiling. 

Draco grinned his angry, deadly grin. “When I catch him, I’m gonna burn him to the ground.”

“That’s my boyfriend,” Harry whispered, kissing his cheek before Draco sprinted off in the same direction Cedric went. 

**********

Harry figured Lucius would kill them if he knew what they were up to in his house. 

But it was Draco’s bedroom, and Harry was Draco’s boyfriend, so Lucius could go to hell, because Draco was on top of Harry and Draco was kissing Harry and holy hell, Draco was wearing Harry’s sweatshirt. 

“Is-“ Harry laughed as Draco cut him off with another kiss. “Is that my sweatshirt?”

“No, it’s mine now,” Draco responded simply. 

“Fuck,” Harry hissed, shoving Draco so he was on top of him, and kissed him again. 

“Do you like me wearing your sweatshirt?” Draco murmured, fingers slipping underneath Harry’s shirt and sliding up his back. 

“I love you wearing my sweatshirt,” Harry replied. “I want to make you come, and I want you to only be wearing my sweatshirt.”

“Fuck,” Draco hissed, pulling Harry down to kiss him again. “Why are you so irrationally hot?”

An electric current of passion rushed through Harry as his right hand tangled itself in Draco’s hair and his left one played with the waistband of his jeans. 

Draco took the hand tugging on his waistband and laced their fingers together as he blushed slightly. 

“What is it?” Harry murmured. 

“You can... pull it, if you want,” Draco muttered, blushing hard. 

Harry’s eyes slowly traveled to the hand tangled in Draco’s blonde hair, before meeting his eyes again. Draco blushed darker. Harry realized Draco was not just okay with him pulling his hair, he wanted him to do it. 

Harry smiled slightly, giving the curly blonde locks an experimental tug. 

The effect was instantaneous. Draco’s mouth fell open, and he moaned softly, arching up and digging his nails into Harry’s back. 

Harry grinned, pressing Draco’s hand against the mattress as Draco’s other hand raked down his back, and pulled a little harder on his hair, capturing Draco’s answering moan with a kiss. 

“What is going on- get off of him this instant!”

Harry leaned back from Draco, smirking at Lucius. “Sorry, he’s just so irresistible.”

Lucius growled. Draco giggled.  

************

Lucius couldn’t stand it. He hated the way Harry looked at Draco, so full of lust and desire and emotions two boys should never have towards each other. 

Three days passed, however, before he finally lashed out at Harry when he saw how he looked at Draco across the room, fixing his hair. 

“Don’t look at him like that!” he shouted. 

Harry’s eyes were dark and calculating beneath his dark bangs where he was artfully draped across the expensive armchair, long legs thrown over the furniture gracefully. He looked like he belonged surrounded in such wealth. He looked like royalty, the merciless kind, and Lucius felt like he was trapped in a room with something he had never encountered. 

“But Lucius,” Harry said, eyes never leaving Draco’s body; he made it sound so filthy, Lucius wanted to weep. “You’re the one who gave me the prettiest thing in the world to look at.”

Draco met Harry’s eyes in the mirror, grinning at him, and Lucius nearly cried with despair in that moment.