The Christmas holidays finally came around. As there wasn’t a lot of people staying at Hogwarts, Harry and Draco got to go home. They went to many gay stip clubs. That, of course, wasn’t Harry’s idea. The first couple of times going there, he would sit at the bar, trying not to watch Draco join the stippers when drunk. He would feel very uncomfortable. But then, the blond would gently coax Harry out of his shell and they would spend the rest of the night and early morning dancing and drinking and, of course, kissing. One night, Harry had to drag Draco out of the club because he was so drunk.
“I LOOOOOVE HARROLD POTTERY BARN!” He sung as they stumbled out of the door.
“Harry Potter, Draco, Harry Potter.” Harry laughed, gripping Draco’s arm to keep himself up right although the other boy as having trouble with that too. Draco suddenly stopped and pulled Harry close. He could smell the blonds breath, which smelled of alcohol.
“I like you. Like I really like you. Like super super like you.”
“I like you too, Draky.”
The blond frowned. “Ugh. What kind of a name is ‘Draky’?”
“‘S a cute name…Mah little Draky.” Harry popped a kiss on his boyfriend’s nose and started skipping away.
“I hate ‘Draky’!” He shouted after him but Harry didn’t listen.
They got home and stumbled into the house. Harry was about to head upstairs but Draco pushed him against the corridor wall. They started kissing feverishly. The blond pushed himself even more up to Harry, just to be closer to his boyfriend. It started slow but soon hands and lips went everywhere, legs gripped around waists, glasses got knocked off, breathing got heavier. After a few more minutes of exploring eachothers bodies, Draco lifted Harry’s legs higher around his waist and held him there. He took his boyfriend to their room and they undressed.
Draco rolled off of Harry. They both lay in silence for a couple of minutes, huffing and puffing. Harry rolled to his side and entertwined his legs with Draco’s. He pulled his boyfriend closer to him.
“This has been the best night of my life.” He whispered.
“Meh. I’ve had better.”
Harry slapped the blond’s bare chest. “Way to kill the romantic mood.”
Draco kissed Harry forehead. “I’m joking. It’s been the best night of my life as well.”
It’s an extra short chapter today. Sorry!
Because snuggles and shit are the best.