Title: A Tiny Green Bow
Author: Sapphire Sky ( [email protected] )
Rating: Hard R/NC-17
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Summary: Harry was, understandably, inexperienced with school boys dressing as school girls. Especially ones who looked THIS good while doing so...

Warnings: Okay, here we have a crossdressing!Draco, slash and sex. That�s it.

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A Tiny Green Bow

It was a clear, humid summer evening at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Exams had ended the previous week, and the students were enjoying their first Friday of freedom. Gryffindor Common Room was pulsing, dance music supplied by Dean�s Muggle CD player. The worn, crimson carpet was hidden beneath a sea of Honeydukes wrappers. Older students drank spiked pumpkin juice, while a few of the younger ones, armed with handfuls of silver sickles and hopeful expressions, attempted to get involved in these more mature activities, much to Hermione Grangers� disapproval.

At least that�s what was happening when Harry Potter left for detention. He now sat in Snape�s shadowed dungeon, which was uncomfortably warm for once; painfully aware of what he was missing in Gryffindor Tower.

He had been given, of all menial tasks, lines. He was determined to fill the five pieces of parchment in somewhat intelligible handwriting in time to get back to witness Ron make his usual drunken pass at a flushing Hermione. But Harry�s hand was cramping and he had to stop. He tossed his quill on the table and massaged his acing muscles. Reminiscently, he smoothed fingertips over the faint reminder of his last encounter with lines, courtesy of Dolores Umbridge. Harry sighed. A person shouldn�t have this many abnormally conceived scars.

After rolling his shoulders and rubbing his eyes, Harry picked up his quill and started his third roll of parchment:

I must be more competent and less clumsy in class
I must be more competent and less clumsy in class
I must be more comp-

The dungeon door opened, a cool breeze ruffling Harry�s hair, before closing with a muffled bang. Harry made a sour face. He had been hoping Snape would spend the evening roaming the corridors, trying to catch students snogging or setting off dungbombs in the usual acts of end-of-exam rebellion, rather than check up on him.

When no further noise was made, Harry looked over his shoulder curiously. His eyes widened.

The new occupant of the room was not Severus Snape. It was Draco Malfoy, looking as cocky as ever, leaning against the closed door with an eyebrow arched. And he was wearing�Harry swallowed and blinked several times to clarify what he was actually seeing.

�Draco wha-what are you doing here?� he asked cautiously. Draco tilted his head back against the door.

�Well, I overheard Granger and Weasley saying that Snape had arranged your detention here tonight. So, being the considerate person I am, I decided to come down to see if I could make your punishment a little less�punishable.�

Harry barely heard a word of this, his eyes jumping over Draco�s body, taking in his appearance, marvelling at the fact that Draco hadn�t ignored his question and started into a detailed explanation for�it all.

�Ahh,� he answered mildly, turning around on the bench to face Draco and his shocking, yet awfully tempting, outfit.

Draco was wearing shining black shoes. This would have been normal enough, if said shoes had not been delicate little low heeled Mary-Janes. They made his feet look impossibly small. Beneath the shoes he wore a pair of grey, knee high socks, which ended all but an inch below his exposed knee.

Then came the skirt. Pleated and flaring out from Draco�s legs, Harry knew its length was covering Draco�s ass and no more from the back. He wore his usual crisp, white school shirt, top buttons undone exposing collar bones, and he had neatly rolled the sleeves to above his elbows. A Slytherin tie, loosely knotted, completed his new�look.

Harry wasn�t sure how to pose the question. He was, understandably, inexperienced with school boys dressing as school girls. Especially ones who looked THIS good while doing so. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, eyes continuing to drop down to the skirt. Draco seemed to be enjoying his shocked silence and grinned happily.

Finally, Harry gestured with his left hand and asked �So�so why are you dressed like that?�

�Oh,� Draco sighed casually, as if only realising he had dressed as the opposite gender that morning. He ran his palms down his front, appreciating the sight he knew he made. �Well, you know how disgusting I find your bisexuality. It�s unnatural. So I thought I�d appeal to both your tastes. You know how sexually selfish I can be.�

Harry raised his eyebrows, impressed. Draco had never tolerated his sexuality before, never mind attempting to use it to his own advantage.

�That was nice of you,� Harry told him, without sarcasm for once.

�Yes, I know.�

Draco made his way over to Harry slowly, hand playing with the hem of his skirt, causing it to ride even further up his thigh, watching Harry�s face for a reaction.

Harry felt his cheeks flush. The sticky heat of the room clung to his back and, for one crazy second, he envied Draco�s much cooler outfit. Draco stopped in front of him and he was met with a slim torso.

�So,� Draco asked, running hands up Harry�s arms, adding to his rapidly rising body temperature. �Which cruel, yet deserved, task has Snape set you?�

�Lines. And they aren�t deserved.�

Draco leaned forward, chest pressing against Harry�s face. He inhaled the familiar smell of flesh and clean starch.

Draco pulled back, Harry�s parchment in hand.

�I must be more competent and less clumsy in class,� he read aloud in a mock serious voice. �Well that�s true enough. You�re a clumsy git. Don�t think I didn�t see you trip coming out of the Charms exam last week.�

�Shut up,� snapped Harry, reclaiming his parchment. Truth of the matter was, he had comforted himself with the thought that everyone was probably too busy fretting over the exam to notice him trip over his own feet. Obviously he had assumed wrong.

Harry hesitantly placed his hands on Draco�s hips. He almost expected them to have undergone a drastic transformation, what with the introduction of skirts and all. But they hadn�t. They remained firm and slim under his palms. Draco looked down at him, hands now running over Harry�s shoulders.

�So why aren�t you and your Slytherin associates planning the annual Hufflepuff sabotage? Or did you all finally develop consciences?� Harry asked sternly. It had been, for a few years now, the custom for the Slytherins to invade the Hufflepuff sanctuary after the exams. God only knew how the managed to find out the password each year. Rumour had it that they hexed the doors to scream insults at any Hufflepuff who opened them. Some even refused to let them leave rooms and they were therefore locked inside for hours until the door finally took pity. Cupboards, bureaus and chests had been filled with Flobberworms the previous year, and the fire was charmed to spit green and silver sparks at regular intervals, which had set chairs and rugs alight.

Draco had founded the tradition and had of course been ring leader and organiser since its creation.

�Oh I decided they could cope on their own this year. Besides, I wrote them a list of instructions. They�re going to put invisibility charms on piles of Hippogriff manure and hide it in the dormitories. They�re never find it and the place will stink for weeks.�

Harry, in spite of himself and his Gryffindor honour, laughed. �How sweet of you to choose me above cruelty to Hufflepuffs.�

�Don�t flatter yourself Potter. Ranking higher on my list of priorities than Hufflepuffs isn�t exactly something to be proud of.�

And with that, he leant down, hand tilting Harry�s face to meet his, their mouths moving magnetically together. The feeling from the first touch of lips still came as a pleasurable surprise to both. They kissed lazily, arms encircling, the soft sounds of sliding tongues and mouths, sighs and hums filling the otherwise silent room.

�Did I happen to mention I love the outfit?� Harry asked against Draco�s lower lip, before pulling back slightly to cast egger eyes down towards his exposed thighs.

�So you should love it, I look fucking hot,� Draco answered enthusiastically, eyes following the same path as Harry�s. And for once, Harry had to admit his rather large ego had a point.

Harry slid his hands from Draco�s knees, which had been fingering the tops of the socks, up over his thighs, skin surprisingly cool. He watched his hands disappear under the skirt, tickling to tease, before sliding back down again. Draco�s hands twitched involuntarily on Harry�s shoulders at the touch, before moving to undo his Gryffindor tie.

�You know, if you were a girl, there�s no way in hell you�d be allowed to walk the corridors in a skirt this short,� Harry told him in a matter of fact way, as he undid Draco�s bottom buttons.

A light bulb seemed to go off inside Draco�s head; his eyes lit up.

�Now there�s an idea!� he pulled Harry�s tie from around his neck in a rush of silk. �I could dress like this until school ends. I�d go down in Hogwarts� history�I�d be forever remembered.�

Harry raised his eyebrows, before leaning in and running his nose and lips over the triangle of toned stomach he had uncovered. He placed a kiss above the navel.

�You really want to be remembered as the guy who wore a skirt during his last two weeks of school?�

Draco popped open a few of Harry�s buttons before reaching inside, scraping nails over his chest. Glancing down, Harry realised he had painted them cherry red. He bit his lip.

�Why not? It�s less shocking than what YOU would be remembered as.�

�And what would that be?�

A cheeky grin. �The Gryffindor who was shagging the guy in the skirt.�

Harry met his eyes. The smoky spheres sparkled back at him.

Harry caught the hand on his chest and brought it to his lips. The short nails shone in the dim lighting, their colour matching that of their owner�s kiss-flushed mouth.

Harry opened his lips around two of the fingers, tongue lapping at the warm flesh, the tip running experimentally across the smooth nails.

�Nice nail polish,� he mumbled around his mouthful, lips stretching to accommodate knuckles.

Draco was using his free hand to locate Harry�s nipple. Finding it, he tugged.

�The bottle said the colour was Raunchy Red. I thought it was appropriate for the occasion.�

Harry nodded his agreement, opening his legs as Draco moved between them, his subtle yet overpowering scent filling Harry�s scenes.

He almost choked on Draco�s fingers when he felt the knee pressing against his slowly hardening cock. He groaned low in his throat, eyelashes fluttering closed as the knee pushed inwards and up. He could feel Draco�s self satisfied smirk.

His breath quickening, he pulled the wet fingers from his mouth. He stared again at the arousingly obscene nails, before pressing the cool fingertips to his jaw line, gently moving them down the curve of his neck, the trail of saliva cooling his skin.

�Should we expect Snape to pop by any time soon?� Draco asked, tongue tracing Harry�s lightening bolt.

�I sure as hell hope not,� Harry rasped. The knee was increasing its speed and pressure, pushing mercilessly against the trapped cock, its ministrations stealing the air from his lungs. Harry�s eyes were transfixed by the sight of the moving thigh; how with each upward push the skirt rode higher, exposing more taught, gleaming muscle. His grip tightened on Draco�s tapped hand, guiding it towards his untouched nipple, while Draco moved the free one down to tackle Harry�s belt.

�Yes I don�t think Snape would appreciate my new ensemble as much as YOU�� he ran his hand swiftly over the bulge in Harry�s trousers, ��obviously do.� A shaken moan escaped Harry�s lips, hips pushing forward into the brief touch.

�What�s not to appreciate?� he wondered aloud, hands sliding around Draco�s body to grip his ass through the skirt, so perfectly moulded and pert. �You look bloody amazing.� He dipped his hands under the skirt, half expected to discover that Draco had gone commando. He hadn�t.

�You look like someone on those calendars they sell�at�� Harry�s voice trailed off, fingering the garment Draco wore beneath his skirt. His fingers recognised lace. Eyebrows dipped, wondering, he lifted the front of the skirt and peered beneath it.

�Oh my�Jesus, Draco��

Stretched across Draco�s half erect cock, snugly fitted around formed hips, was a pair of girls underwear. Black, laced, and finely made, with a tiny green bow gracing the front. The sight of Draco�s straining flesh, encased in the delicate frills, went straight to Harry�s own cock. Suddenly, Draco�s knee wasn�t pressing hard enough. The heat of the room was stifling, Draco�s snowy thigh was taunting him; he could see it out of the corner of his eye, rising and falling, rising and falling�

�You like them?�

The voice came from above Harry�s head, teasingly. He grabbed Draco�s hips, lifted him clean off his Mary-Janes, before turning around and pressing him to the table in one swift move. Panting, he looked down into Draco�s startled face, strands of sun kissed hair falling into his eyes, plump lips parted.

�I love them.�

He pressed his open mouth to Draco, who received it hungrily. Tongues jumped between mouths, rubbing furiously together. Teeth clacked in their haste as mouths sought to devour.

Draco�s little arms wound themselves around Harry�s neck, fingers tangling in dark, wild hair, their chests tight together. Skin and nipples tingled from the contact as they shared hot breath and egger sounds. Harry�s hands shook as they ignored the remaining buttons on Draco�s shirt, ripping them open with one sharp tug. His cock throbbed with sheer WANT, the coarse material of his boxers giving him a little friction as he moved but no where near enough. He moved from his standing position, climbing onto the bench, knees pressing against the rough wooden desk on either side of Draco�s twisting body.

Harry whimpered, the vibrations lost in Draco�s mouth, when he finally pressed his aching crotch against Draco�s, the skirt now pushed out of the way, pressed between the two writhing torsos.

Harry jerked his hips and felt Draco�s move in response, shocks of delicious heat spreading to each of his limbs. They moved together, hands grasping, heated murmurs encouraging. Draco�s face became a pale blur as their movements became faster, as did the whole room. Harry�s glasses were slipping down his nose, the bridge slick with perspiration but he couldn�t bear to remove a hand from Draco�s body to push them back into place.

Draco�s grip on his hair tightened, using it as leverage, and Harry winced.

�What�s wrong? Can�t handle�a little pain?� Draco gasped into Harry�s ear. The tone was meant to sound jeering. �You�re such a pansy.� He tugged sharply on his handful, pulling a groan from Harry�s slack mouth.

�Pansy?� He bit down on Draco�s fluttering pulse point. �Let�s not forget which one of us is wearing the skirt.�

Draco�s snicker turned into a high keening noise as Harry�s hand slipped down his body to grasp him through his lace.

Harry�s strength was waning. He was hot, hard, and dangerously close to coming, something he was determined not to do before Draco did. He dragged his body away from the one under him, his metal belt buckle, which hung open, clanking against the table as he pushed himself off the bench to stand, his cock and head both pulsing angrily at him.

He stood and simply stared at the picture Draco made, laid out on the table before him like a wonderfully vivid wet dream.

Draco�s shirt lay opened to reveal a glistening chest, muscles rippling as he inhaled and exhaled. The Slytherin tie remained looped at his neck, the silver and green sliver of material lay strewn across his shoulder. Propped up on his elbows, Draco�s shoulders were relaxed, head held limply to one side, wide eyes gazing back at Harry, questioning.

�Oh God�� Harry muttered, eyes moving down the pastel body, the sight prompting him to grasp himself with one hand, fingers working faster the longer he looked.

Draco�s legs were thrown open, his little girl feet resting on the bench, toes pointed. One of his grey socks had slipped down and was now bunched around his slim ankle. His fingers were tightened around the edge of the table on either side of his legs. Ten Raunchy Red nails winked at him in the soft light.

The skirt now covered the tops of Draco�s thighs and no more, fully displaying his hardened cock and heaving balls, the tight material enclosing them threatening to burst.

Harry�s eyes followed a droplet of sweat as it slipped from Draco�s inner thigh, travelled down the curve of his flesh and disappeared on the tabletop.

He looked sinful. Wrong and perverse but beautifully so. Harry had to shut his eyes, using every ounce of self control which still remained in his body not to let his hand venture into his trousers. He could feel the slick wetness of pre-come on the tips of his fingers as it seeped through his boxers.

When he could no longer take the sound of Draco�s pants, he moved closer and believed he could feel the sweat and heat from Draco�s body without even touching him. He could sense Draco�s eyes on him, intense, as he knelt on the bench, his body between the parted, slightly trembling, legs. He didn�t, couldn�t, meet his grey gaze. Instead, he placed a hand on each of Draco�s ankles, thumbs circling the ball joints, before moving them up the long legs. One felt the textured material of the sock, while the other met smooth skin. Harry watched his hands travel, biting his lip, finally reaching inner thighs, palms finding tender skin.

He moved his right hand between Draco�s thighs, gripping him firmly, lace and hardness mixing in his hand. Draco groaned and shifted his hips, the rumbling sound crackling through the hesitant silence. When it reached Harry�s ears, his hand acted impulsively, delving in to free Draco�s erection.

Harry stared with watering eyes, the cock pulsing heavily in his hand, the tip leaking. Taking a much needed breath, he moved his head between the moist thighs, forehead brushing against Draco�s skirt as he took the reddened head into his mouth. He moaned at the feeling of pure life and heat on tongue and lips. He felt Draco�s hands slide back into his hair with a relieved sigh.

His tongue undertook its familiar task of flicking around the head slowly; licking the tip when it felt Draco wasn�t expecting it, drawing forth more urgent whispers and whimpers. Using these sounds as both encouragement and instruction, Harry took Draco�s cock, slow inch by slow inch, stopping when half was encased in his mouth. Draco�s hands, pressing against his head, begged for more, but Harry denied him, sucking slowly on his mouthful, drawing Draco to the edge before pushing him back again by easing the pressure.

With beads of perspiration on his forehead and traces of pre-come on his lips, Harry started to slide his head back and forth, cheeks hollowed, Draco�s cock moving easily in and out of his mouth.

Draco was growing impatient and desperate, two emotions which, when experienced by Draco simultaneously, caused him to reach his limits.

�Fuck Potter I swear, just�more, now��

Harry felt the hands dig nails into his scalp and push. Draco�s hips lifted and Harry gave in, hands pressing Draco�s legs further apart before moving down his cock, taking him in to the root, nose inhaling his musky curls.

�Ahh�yes�God yes like that��

Draco raised his right leg, brought it up and over the dark head between his thighs, and rested it over Harry�s shoulder, his heel digging into his spine, pressing hard as the tingles of pleasure around his groin became too intense.

Harry sucked hard just then, his tongue moulded around the bottom of his cock. Draco�s back and neck arched in response, left hand moving behind his body to curl helplessly on the table for support. The other remained locked in Harry�s hair.

Harry felt the weight of the leg on his shoulder and lifted a hand to grip it above the knee, fingers clawing as his stomach muscles tightened with his growing arousal. He sucked Draco harder, faster, tongue dancing around in his mouth, mapping Draco�s most sensitive areas in turn; Draco�s hips jumping to each touch. Before long they matched the quickened pace of Harry�s mouth, pressing himself in with each suck.

Moans, swear words and cries of �Potter!� slipped from Draco�s mouth freely. His eyes had closed to block out the sensuous sight of Harry�s swiftly moving head.

He was almost there. Both his body and his mind were shaking, pulsing, pleading with him to just COME. The knots became impossibly tighter in his groin and he struggled to form the warning.

�I�m going to�oh hell I�m almost there, stop��

But Harry didn�t. The words only seemed to fuel and excite him. The suction tightened, the tongue became more demanding, the heat seemed to increase, the hand on his leg gripped tighter, tighter�

Draco�s hips froze several inches above the table, pressing himself into the waiting mouth, his heel trying to cut through Harry�s backbone. He felt Harry�s mouth taking him to the edge and he went without resistance. His mind blanked and his insides exploded in a dizzying burst of pleasure and light as he came with a shout.

Exhausted, Draco let himself drop onto his back, head meeting the desk a little too harshly for his liking. He flung an arm over his eyes and attempted to regain breath, feeling the torturous mouth slip off his spent cock.

Harry crawled up Draco�s body and touched his lips to Draco�s, lightly so as to let him breathe. He watched his half naked chest rise and fall for a few moments, before sliding his hand into the one Draco was using to shield his eyes. Their palms were sweaty and Draco curled his fingers around Harry�s. He seemed grateful for the touch, and he scraped one of his red nails across Harry�s knuckle soothingly.

Harry tired to ignore his now painful erection, wanting to give Draco time to regain composure. But he needed release, and the firm heat of Draco�s body beneath him, the scraping of his nail, his parted lips�it was merciless.

He pressed his lips to Draco�s once again, this time urgently, as if to awaken him from sleep. His hips moved, rubbing his body against Draco�s thigh, small grunts falling from his mouth to land on Draco�s.

Without so much as a verbal warning, Draco pushed himself and Harry upright, almost toppling him off balance. Before Harry could question him, Draco had shoved him off the table and into a sitting position on the bench. He seated himself on Harry�s lap. Chest to chest, Harry stared into his eyes and felt his back arch and his eyes fall shut. Draco�s hands, scrambling at his trousers, had freed his cock and it was a wonderful, burning shock.

He felt fingers smearing his pre-come over the hardened length of his cock, each touch sending bolts of pleasure up his body. He gripped Draco�s shoulders, fearful of slipping off the bench, and felt Draco�s weight lift from his lap as he rose to his knees.

Harry lifted his head to look at him, and for the first time in weeks, Harry saw urgency in his eyes. Only it wasn�t for himself, but for Harry.

Draco grabbed his hands and slowly licked his lips, Harry�s own tongue darting forward to catch it before it re-entered Draco�s mouth. They shared a hot kiss as Draco brought Harry�s hands around his thighs, under his skirt, to rest on his ass, before sliding them downwards, taking the laced underwear with them. They had barely uncovered Draco�s flesh before he had moved closer to Harry and was nudging himself against the ready tip of his cock.

Harry pressed his forehead to Draco�s, strands of blonde hair sticking to black. He was finding it increasingly difficult to separate the feeling in his groin from reason in his head; wanting to shove himself into Draco and come, yet hesitant in case there was such a thing as coming so forcefully and quickly that it caused damage.

Draco finally started to press down, Harry�s fingers digging welts in Draco�s sides as his teeth bit into his own lower lip. Sense finally cleared a path in his clouded mind and he asked with difficulty �Are you�are you sure you won�t hurt yourself? We need more�ahh God��

Draco didn�t answer as Harry�s cock entered him, his body impaling itself carefully. Harry opened his eyes at the silence, fearful that he was right and Draco was hurting. But Draco�s face was slack, eyebrows furrowed in pleasure, his back arching. Sensing Harry�s eyes on him he whispered �No�no I�m fine. Just do it, please��

Harry didn�t need to be asked again. Pressing his face to Draco�s chest, he pulled Draco�s body downward to meet the upward thrust of his hips. They both moaned; Draco softly from the burning and intrusion, and Harry loudly, throatily, from the heat and consuming tightness Draco gave him. Unable to hold back, Harry started to thrust into Draco frantically, hands pulling him down, Draco lifting himself off again. Over and over Harry was encased, each thrust robbing him of coherent thought and breath, each gasp from Draco�s mouth and scratch from his hands pulling him further and further away from the dungeon in which they frenziedly fucked.

Harry, in his afterglow, always felt disheartened if he had failed to watch Draco�s face during sex, and now, with that face mere inches from his own, he found strength to keep his eyes open to stare into it.

Draco�s head couldn�t seem to settle. It fell backwards, exposing an arched, creamy neck; forwards to press a flush forehead to Harry�s, and then to the left, to the right, neck muscles flexing. As his body rose and fell, each move became more effort for him and Harry realised Draco was hard once again. Grabbing his fresh erection, he steadied Draco by placing a hand on his lower back, fingers twisting in his damp shirt, and he tugged his cock in sync with his own thrusts.

Draco grunted in surprise and tightened his inner muscles around Harry, making him jerk violently. Draco combed his hands through Harry�s wet hair, holding his head in his hands, and brushed their lips together, riding him harder.

�Yes, give it to me��

Harry mumbled a disjointed response and tightened his grip on Draco�s hard flesh. He felt several drops of sweat glide down his spine, chasing one another, and his legs seemed to be aflame. His thrusts became jerks, and the jerks became shudders before he pulled Draco onto himself and help him there in place. He could feel his cock pulsing inside this tight body, Draco�s own cock pulsing with the same rapidity in his hand.

�Draco you feel�fucking amazing��

��yes�oh!�

�I�m going to�come, GOD Draco!�

�Yes, now��

Harry gave a last thrust into Draco�s heat and screamed his release, body erratically shuddering, back muscles taught, Draco�s breath on his neck as he came moments after, mouth opened against Harry�s Adam�s apple.

When Harry opened his eyes, gasping almost disbelievingly, Draco was curled on his lap, arms tight around his neck, a content look on his face, red lips parted. Harry put trembling arms around his shoulders and pulled him closer.

�Wow��

�Hmm�yes�wow��

Harry wiped sweat from Draco�s forehead, ignoring the drops on his own.

�You make an equally amazing lover dressed as a girl as you do as a guy,� he told him with a grin, cheek sliding against Draco�s, their noses rubbing.

�I�d be an amazing lover dressed as McGonagall, Potter. It�s in my genes.�

That worried Harry. �Please don�t tell me you plan to test that theory out. Skirts and frilly knickers may look great on you, but I don�t think McGonagall is into that. And I doubt you�d take kindly to tartan.� He sifted Draco�s weight, hoping he wouldn�t see the hopelessly dedicated �I just had amazing mind-blowing sex with you and you�re so beautiful and I just can�t stop smiling!� smile he knew was plastered across his face. But Draco�s head had returned to Harry�s shoulder, eyes dropping closed.

�No perhaps not. Tartan would be more YOUR type of thing.�

Harry humphed indignantly, sliding a hand down to toy with the hem of Draco�s skirt.

�Thanks a lot.�

�No problem. Now shouldn�t you be getting back to work on those lines?�

Draco yawned and Harry groaned in realisation.

�Way to kill the mood,� he told the sleepy blonde, prodding him with a finger.

�Get writing Potter. And if you�re a good Gryffindor boy, this Slytherin girl might just stay with you till you�re done.�

Harry looked away, pretending to search for his abandoned quill. He could feel the smile creeping back onto his face.