Prompt by CuteLittleMousie, who gave me three tumblr prompts and I decided to combine them into one gigantic mess of a oneshot

The images of the prompts will be below

"Sharing rooms with Slytherins is a blood fucking nightmare," Ron sighs heavily, laying dramatically on the couch. "I need alcohol."

Harry only grins. "Zabini had another boy over?"

"I was locked out for four fucking hours! Four fucking hours, Harry! Who can even have sex for that long?" Ron closes his eyes and sighs heavily again for dramatic effect. "I need my sleep."

"We weren't having sex."

Ron sits up lightning-fast, turning to face Blaise, who is leaning against the wall by the stairs up to the boys' dorms.

"Then what the bloody fuck were you doing?"

"I was convincing him not to kill himself," Blaise replies flatly.

Ron's mouth opens and closes several times before he finally says "oh" in a tiny voice Harry has never heard before.

Blaise raises one eyebrow.

"Um. I'm sorry, I didn't-"

"No, I'm sorry." Blaise pushes off of the wall and drops onto the couch next to Ron. "I should have taken you into consideration. There are other places we could have gone, and sometimes I forget that I'm not in the Slytherin dorms and have my own room."

Ron cracks a smile, breaking the tense air. "You guys are fucking lucky, we had to share, I hate you."

Blaise grins, throwing an arm around Ron's shoulders. "No, you don't."

Ron elbows him. "What about the other boys?" 

"Sometimes sex, sometimes mini-therapy." Ron rolls his eyes at Blaise's answer, but Harry notices he doesn't move the arm around his shoulders.

"What about you?" Blaise turns to Harry. "How are you and Draco faring? I imagine sharing a dorm isn't easy for the two of you, either."

Harry only shrugs, lowering his head to hide his blush. "We're getting along pretty well, actually. A few times we slip up and argue, but most of the time we're good."

Both boys stare intently at Harry as the tips of his ears turn red, but thankfully neither of them say anything about it.

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Harry's head is spinning as he rushes to the Eighth Year Common Room. He wasn't supposed to hear Draco say it, but now it's ringing through his head and he needs an outsider's confirmation to make sure he isn't crazy.

"Ron," he says breathlessly, bursting into the room.

Ron pulls away from Blaise, eyes wide. "Jesus fuck, Harry, what?"

"What the fuck?" Harry stands, stunned, momentarily distracted from his purpose.

Blaise grins widely, kissing Ron lightly on the cheek. "I'll let you two talk." He jogs up the stairs.

"We're together," Ron says with a grin.

"Ron, that's great, I'm really happy for you." Harry's head is spinning, because is everyone gay now? Is he?

Ron has a sort of glow, that of someone in a new, exciting relationship, and it takes him a few more seconds to speak.

"Sorry, fuck, what did you need?"

"Um, well... Ron, do you think Draco might be gay?"

"Oh, I dunno Harry." Ron leans back into the couch, a mocking grin spreading across his face. "What gave you that idea? Is it the way he dresses like a model and spends at least an hour on his hair daily? How about the fact that he's had a crush on you since literally first year?"

"Huh." Harry's head is still spinning. "Yeah, I guess you're right. I only asked because I heard him telling Pansy he likes blokes, but yeah, those things work too."

Ron just watches Harry, like he's waiting for him to say something.

There's a long pause, and then-

"Ron, do you think I might be gay?"

"Oh, I dunno Harry. What makes you think that? Is it the fact that you talk about Draco 24/7? How about the way you follow his name on the Marauder's Map at ungodly hours of the night? Or the fact that you stalk him and wonder what he's up to all the time?" Ron is raising his eyebrows, exasperated with Harry's obliviousness.

"Oh. I suppose you're right."

"Of course I'm fucking right. It's not like I've had to watch the two of you dance around each other for seven years or anything."

"Should I ask him out?"

"You'd fucking better. I didn't put up with all this shit for this long for you to just fucking throw it away."

Harry stares at the floor for a long time.

"What if he rejects me?" he asks in a small voice, every insecurity he's ever had raising to the surface.

"Harry." Ron stands, looking much more serious now. He crosses the room and wraps Harry in a hug. "Maybe you should start with coming out to people, and then building up to asking him out. But there's like, a 1% chance he'll reject you. And if he does, I'll kick Blaise out and we can have a mini-therapy session."

"I resent that," Blaise says from the stairs, but the smile is evident in his voice.

"Thank you, Ron."

"Anytime, idiot."

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Draco's having a pleasant enough breakfast until a fifth-year Slytherin sitting across from him mutters to his friend "Did you hear Potter's into dudes?"

Draco chokes on his juice, slamming his glass onto the table and grabbing the poor fifth-year's shirt collar, pulling him close.

"Details right now, motherfucker."

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"Hey Draco," Harry says cheerfully. He's trying to hide his nerves. It's not working.

"Hi, Harry!" Draco sets down his book and his full attention is on Harry and oh fuck, his full attention is on Harry.

"You have really nice eyes," Harry blurts out, mentally slapping himself. "I mean, they're really... grey. You know, for eyes. Really grey."

Draco is giving him a blank look. "Thank... you?"

"I just mean to say, like, most people don't have grey eyes. Kinda weird, right?" What the fuck is he saying? 

"Um. I guess?" Draco laughs weakly, but he still looks very confused. "What's-"

"All I'm trying to say is I like your eyes. A lot." Harry's face is on fucking fire.

"Erm... Thanks. I like yours too." Draco's cheeks are turning pink. 

Harry nods. "Right. Well, I have to, um. Go. Bye!"

And he fucking bolts out the door.

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Draco has just gotten the thought of Harry's bright red face as he said I like your eyes two days ago out of his head, when Harry comes into their room.

"Hey, Harry." He puts down a book that he was too distracted to read anyways and turns to face Harry. Big mistake. Harry looks way too cute in that blue sweatshirt.

"Hey, Draco." Harry shoves his hands in his sweatshirt pockets, and Merlin, he looks even fucking cuter. "Um, your hair looks good."

"Thank you?" Draco reaches up to touch his hair. He hasn't had a chance to put any product in it today because he hadn't planned on leaving their room. He was supposed to study.

"What conditioner do you use?" Harry literally, physically, winces as soon as the words leave his mouth.

Draco stares at the blushing boy. "Do you really care about what I put in my hair, Harry? What is going on with you?"

"Nothing!" Harry replies way too fast. "I just- your hair looks good, is all. And your eyes. And-"

"Harry," Draco interrupts. "What is going on with you?"

Harry is blushing even more now, and God, Draco wants to fucking kiss him.

"Nothing!" he squeaks. "I um. Havetogo." And then he bolts out of the room.

Draco stares at the door.

Did Harry Potter just attempt to flirt with me?

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Draco paces in the Common Room. God, when is he going to show up?

Draco is already starting to regret his decision, but before he can do anything, the door opens. Draco darts into one of the chairs, waiting for Harry to go into their room and waiting another minute before he walks casually up their room, pretending to just now see the secret admirer letters scattered across Harry's bed.

"Whatcha got there?" he asks, picking up a book and praying he sounds casual because fuck, Harry is holding one of the notes (if Draco's not mistaken, it's the one that tells Harry he looks adorable in his blue sweatshirt) and he doesn't seem to know what to do with himself.

Harry turns, a teasing grin on his face. "What the hell did you do, Draco?" he jokes.

The book hits the floor. Draco stares at Harry with wide eyes.

Harry's smile fades. "I was joking." He drops the letter he's holding. "Did you really do this?"

Draco isn't sure how he would answer if he could, but suddenly Harry is standing right in front of him, green eyes staring directly into Draco's soul, and Draco can't fucking breathe.

So he does the only logical thing.

He grabs Harry's tie and pulls him in for a kiss.

It's desperate and it's messy and it's fucking perfect.

And when Harry pulls away with a blush and a smile, Draco realizes that finally, maybe he's fucking done something right for once.

"So you like my blue sweatshirt?"

"Shut up, Potter!"