Too Tied Up

Ron rolled his eyes skywards. "Evil blonde heading this way," he muttered to Harry.

Harry smirked. Ron raised as eyebrow; Harry had been doing that a lot lately, smirking.

Malfoy sauntered up to Harry and smirked back. Harry squared up to him, fists itching to throw a punch.

"You all right, Scarhead? You look a bit twitchy there. Spending too much time with Weasel made you suicidal yet?"

Harry just glared.

Malfoy's smirk widened. "Well, I can always hope can't I?"

Ron looked expectanly at Harry's clenched fist. Bloody-well hit him, he thought angrily. Smack that annoying grin off his face and put us all out of our misery. Go on, lamp him one in the nose!

But Harry didn't thump Malfoy; he just blinked and walked away.

"Harry!" Ron yelled in amazement.

Harry continued to stroll down the corridor.

"If you want something doing..." Ron muttered. He turned round and cracked Malfoy full in the face. He'd never had the guts to do it before but the look on Malfoy's face was just being asked for a slap and since neither Harry nor Hermione were there to do it, Ron felt it was his duty, and damn it felt good! "Do it your damn self!"

Malfoy stared up at Ron in shock, his finger stemming the flow of blood from his nose. He was just thankful he hadn't fallen over and made an utter fool of himself. Potter would pay...

***

"Owowowowowow!" Draco shreiked. "In case you forgot, Potter, I got punched in the nose, bloody Weasley. I get into these situation knowing full well you're not going to whack me in the face but then Weasley gets all macho like Granger did in third year! Bloody sidekicks, hate the damn things."

"Oi! They're my sidekicks you're talking about. Leave them alone!" Harry smiled and kissed Draco on the nose. "All healed," he announced and stepped away from Draco who was perched on the end of his bed.

Draco scrunched his nose up as if to test that it still worked. Harry laughed.

"What?!" Draco was the most defensive person Harry had ever met.

"You look adorable when you pull that face," Harry said, smiling fondly.

"Don't I look adorable all the time?" asked Draco, striking a pose.

"Not with that smirk of yours on your face!"

"You do it too," Draco said childishly.

"No I don't!" Harry protested.

"Yes you do, and Weasley's started to notice, I saw him look at you funny."

"So Ron looks at me funny and that automatically means I've inherited your smirk? We're spending too much time together, I must leave!" Harry got up dramatically to exit Draco's room when Draco flung himself at Harry, grabbed him around the knees and they crashed to the floor.

"You," Draco panted, "are not going anywhere."

Harry grinned. "Your nose is bleeding again."

"Bollocks," Draco cursed, cupping his hand under his nose to catch the dripping blood.

"Here; keep still." Harry pinched the top of Draco's nose with his thumb and forefinger, walked him slowly to the bed and sat him down. Draco watched as Harry concentrated. The look on Harry's face placated him somehow.

"There," Harry said softly.

"Draco wriggled his nose again and smiled. "I'm going to get hit in the face more often if I get this much attention."

Harry smiled down at Draco. Draco gripped Harry's tie and pulled him slowly towards him, capturing Harry's mouth with his own.

They broke apart and Draco looked up at Harry, his eyes were still closed. When his sooty lases fluttered open, Draco was already claiming his second kiss.

Draco scooted back on the bed, keeping his lips firmly where they were, to allow Harry to put one knee on either side of his legs.

Harry pulled away and smiled, lifting his arms over his head. Draco pushed Harry's jumper over his head and flung it to where his own was already folded on the back on his chair.

As though there was a magnetic force involved, their lips locked once more as they fumbled with ties and shirt buttons. Once these garments were safely out of the way, Harry lent forward and lay on top of Draco. Skin on skin, their kisses became more urgent. Harry's hands clamped Draco's on either side of his head.

They stopped for breath, foreheads pressed together. Draco muttered something and the torches in the chamber extinguised themselves just as Draco's belt hit the floor...

***

Harry and Draco exchanged goodnight kisses in the dark and Harry hurried back to Gryffindor Tower well after midnight. He tiptoed across his dormitory, his lips still tingling form the pressure of Draco's.

Ron rolled over and continued to slumber. Harry waited a few moments before continuing to his bed. He was almost there when his foot caught the bedpost. He swore loudly.

"Harry?" Ron muttered groggily. "'S'that you?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, go back to sleep, Ron."

"Where've you been?" he asked, pulling back his hangings.

"Library; studying for NEWTs. Got a bit carried away, that's all," Harry replied, pulling his shoes and socks off.

"Harry...?" Ron said slowly.

Harry looked up.

"Harry, why are you wearing a Slytherin tie?"