I stealthily walked in, trying not to be seen or heard. The inside wasn't what I expected.
It revealed a small room, consisting only of a bed and a nightstand. The room was dark. The only source of light was a few candles scattered around the room.
I squinted my eyes to get a better look. There was someone lying on the bed. What the fuck is going on?
"Harry," the moment I heard my name, I froze. I heard a gasp, quickly followed by a moan. I didn't dare say anything.
"Uhhh, like that," this time, a louder moan. He must not have noticed me come in. Was he-
Another moan escaped his lips followed by heavy breaths.
"Harry," this time so quiet, I almost couldn't hear him.
"Draco," I whispered back, which I knew was dumb and stupid.
I heard a gasp, a rumple of sheets and a loud bang.
"Fuck," he said. I heard more rumbling then finally,
"Lumos." The tip of his wand ignited, revealing a familiar Draco, but different. His hair was rumpled, it wasn't slick back and soft like it usually was. His cheeks were rosy and he looked flustered, not confident. Not to mention he was completely naked. He quickly regained his composure and replaced his bewilderment with a furious expression, mixed with fear and embarrassment.
"Is this what you've been doing this whole time?" I asked him.
"What do you mean, Potter. It's not what it looks like anyway. Shove off you prat-"
"It's not what it looks like? So you weren't wanking and saying my name and moaning?"
Draco didn't reply. Just continued to stare at me. I stared at him back.
"I can't believe this," I muttered to myself.
"Oh don't get so high and mighty," he said with a half hearted growl. He was trying. I'll give him credit for that. It wasn't going to work.
" I thought you were up to something. But the only thing that's up, is... well..."
He looked down and threw more layers of sheets on his thin but muscular body.
"Look, Potter, if you came here to make fun of me and then go off to tell all your little friends-"
"Why would I do that?" I questioned, tilting my head to the side, actually curious.
"Uh... well." He sighed.
"I just assumed-" he ended lamely, shrugging his shoulders.
"So what was I doing that was so great that it made you moan really loudly?"
The room was silent. His whole face was red from embarrassment. I walked over to the bed, yanked off the sheets that was covering him and sat beside him, placing a hand on his thigh.
He gave an involuntary shudder which I took as a cue to continue. I ripped off my robes and crawled on top of him. I leaned forward so my lips were right beside his ear and whispered,
" I want to see if I'm as good as your fantasy."
