It was a cheerful Saturday morning in the 8th year common room when the Gryffindors began to speculate.
Because there was currently a naked Draco Malfoy fast asleep, curled up into a tight ball on Harry’s bed, while said Gryffindor was nowhere to be seen.
“It must be a ploy!” Ron shook, “He was trying to get into Harry’s bed to prank him. It must be!”
“Really, Ronald?” His girlfriend gave him an unimpressed tilt of eyebrow, “If that’s what actually happened then we’d most likely see Harry tied up somewhere, instead of just Malfoy sleeping in his bed.”
“That’s because Malfoy has already taken Harry’s out and hidden him.” Ron gasped, “Oh no! We must save Harry!”
Neville chose to ignore him, “So, where’s Harry anyway?”
The crowd around him gave an unanimous shake of head. “I don’t know, mate,” Dean frowned, looking around the room, “I think we’re all too hungover from last night’s party to remember anything.”
At his words, several groans shot up among the group. “The headache is still killing me!” Parvati complained. “Yeah, me too!” Another voice sounded.
Luckily, Hermione was already passing around vials of headache potions, which she seemed to have magicked out of thin air.
“Do you think Malfoy got here last night or this morning?” Neville pondered.
“Well if he got in this morning, we would’ve never known.” Dean shrugged. “But we didn’t see him coming up with us last night.”
“But we were also pretty sloshed last night that we can’t be sure.” Seamus added.
Hermione hummed. “Why is he here though, instead of going back to his own room?”
Her question was met with silence as everyone contemplated with a still alcohol-addled mind, until Neville reasoned. “Maybe he was also so drunk that he followed us back here?”
“Okay but why is he in Harry’s bed? They wouldn’t have got into bed together, right?” Lavender, who was surprisingly awake enough to process more logical thoughts, pointed out.
Hermione considered this. “Maybe Harry never went to bed himself? That would explain why he’s not here right now.”
“Nah,” Dean shook his head, “I heard him got into bed. Besides, we didn’t see him passed out downstairs.”
“So did Harry willingly let Malfoy into his bed just like that?” Lavender backtracked, “Seems unlikely but maybe Harry thought he was someone else.”
“That blond hair is quite hard to miss.” Seamus countered.
Thus, the group lapsed into silence again. Until Ron’s face lit up as though he was hit with a brilliant thought. “I know it.” He announced. “Malfoy didn’t get into Harry’s bed by himself, someone must have put him here.”
“And who would’ve done such a thing?” Hermione chuckled in fond exasperation.
“Someone who wants to finish him off, maybe?” Apparently Ron was still hung on his conspiracy, “Someone who wants Harry to. So they put Malfoy in his bed for Harry, y’know, like a prize!”
“Ooh,” Dean smirked, “A naked Malfoy presented as a prize for Harry. That is actually plausible. Though in a very different way.” He winked at Seamus, and an identical smirk spread on his boyfriend’s face.
Hermione harrumphed. “Let’s get back to the problem at hand : How do we deal with this situation?”
Parvati added. “And what is Harry going to do when he comes back to see this?”
Ginny piped up. “And why is Malfoy naked?”
Ron started and swivelled around to face his sister. “Ginny!” He exclaimed too loudly for someone who was standing next to a sleeping person, “Why are you here! You’re not an eighth — ”
“Oh I’m here too!” A cheery voice said beside her. When everyone turned to look, Luna waved enthusiastically.
Ron’s jaw worked and he visibly swallowed whatever argument he had in mind. “You know what, never mind. Indeed, why is the goddamn git naked!”
“Maybe he got hot and took off his clothes.” Luna said like it was obvious, in the same cheery tone.
“With Harry in the same bed?” Parvati gasped.
“Do you think he did something to Harry?” Neville gasped louder.
“Then we must wake him up and make him pay for it.” Ron decided, then proceeded to pick up a thick book on the desk and raise it above his head.
“Hold on!” Hermione called, “He may be naked waist down too!”
“All the way naked?” Ginny said in poorly suppressed excitement, “So Harry got some last night?”
“Ginny!” Ron all but shouted. Ginny only wiggled her eyebrows.
“Hey what if that was all not it, maybe it was the Slytherins — ” Dean began, until a familiar voice behind them interrupted.
“Uh, what are you all doing around my bed?”
Every head snapped up so fast to stare at Harry in surprise that it was comical, who had just stepped out of the bathroom, hair still dripping wet and towel wrapped around his waist.
Hermione was the first to recover. “Harry! Why — ”
“Shh!” Harry shushed her hurriedly, stepping towards the group, “You’re going to wake him!”
However, the occupant of the bed proved to be already awake, as he was currently treating the surrounding crowd before him with a quelling glare that could set one aflame, albeit through half-open eyes. When they landed on Harry, though, the gaze softened fractionally.
“Harry~” Draco whined in a tone that could rival a petulant five-year-old’s, “Why did you leave me? Come back to bed.”
The Gryffindors gaped as Harry seemed to be unaffected by the prominent pout on the blond’s face, walking to his own bed and pullung the blanket open, sitting on it sideways. Draco dropped the glare and immediately latched on Harry, circling his arms around the latter’s middle and burying his face into the still-wet back.
In the process, the covers slid down further and everyone breathed a collective sigh of relief as they realized Draco was, in fact, not naked all the way.
“Your idiot Gryffindors woke me up. And now my head hurts.” Draco complained in a mumble. It would’ve been annoying if he wasn’t clutching Harry like a koala. Apparently Harry had the same sentiment, given by the fact that his hand slipped into the head of messy blond to caress it.
“I just took a shower, you prat.” Harry chuckled, “And it was you who insisted on sneaking into my bed, you could’ve just slept in your own room around your den of Slytherins.”
The Gryffindors were a bit more relieved to find that the incessant bicker between Harry and Malfoy was still present, even though the tone had taken on more of an affectionate one. Harry turned to them and asked, “Do we have some headache potion?”
Ron was obviously trying very hard not to look at the half-naked pair on the bed. “We just finished the last batch,” He said in a strangled voice, putting on his ‘I’m trying very hard not to freak out’ face. Harry thought it made him look constipated.
“We can always bring some more. C’mon, Ron,” Hermione said a tad too enthusiastically, tugging heavily at Ron’s sleeve. Ron reluctantly follows her out of the room.
Luna squealed then, when the couple was out. “What a turn of events! Congratulations, Harry, Draco,” The grin on her face was impossibly wide.
Harry smiled at her with pure joy brimming at his eyes, “Thank you, Luna. Indeed,” He looked down at Draco’s curled-up form, petting his hair while Draco made immensely pleased noise.
Draco raised his head and squinted at Luna. He nodded at her, instead of giving his usual glare. “Hello, Luna. Good night, Luna.” He said, then promptly went back to his slumber.
That broke the awkward tension in the room. The Gryffindors laughed among themselves and shook their heads, Dean and Seamus shooting Harry thumbs-ups which were returned. Soon, the crowd gradually dissipated from the bed, deciding to give the pair some space (and themselves some peace of mind).
On their way out, they could still hear the lovers bantering.
“Let me put some clothes on, I’m still naked and wet.”
“Don’t bother. You look better like this anyways.”
It was a cheerful Saturday morning in the 8th year common room when the Gryffindors (plus one Ravenclaw) began to speculate.
About how Harry and Malfoy managed to get together without them all noticing.
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