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Harry wiped the sweat from his forehead as he walked into the eighth year common room. He noticed the large group sitting in a circle in the middle, old friends and new ones alike. Rather than join them, he tried to sneak past in hopes of getting to the shower and then falling into bed, aching muscles and all.
"Harry! Come hang out!" Ginny called, causing Harry to jump and the entire group to look in his direction.
Harry winced. "Sorry, Gin, not tonight. You know how I get after Quidditch." He'd spent over an hour chasing the snitch, despite the freezing weather. His mind healer said flying would be a great way to clear his head, and Harry'd made it a part of his daily routine, with or without a snitch. He liked it best when his roommate joined him outside, but the git had refused, saying, “It’s freezing out there, Potter, are you mad?” Harry had gone anyway, and he had smiled to himself when he felt his Draco’s magic wash over him in a long-lasting warming charm.
But now, he was sweaty, sore, and ready for bed; not whatever mad game they had going. Though, the sight of Draco in the circle made him tempted to stay.
Ron frowned. "Come on, use a Scourgify and perk up! We're playing draddle!"
Hermione huffed a laugh. "It's dreidel. And Harry, we're hardly even playing. Someone—" she looked pointedly at Ron, who grinned shamelessly—"ate all of the gelt, so we've been playing with...new rules."
Pansy smirked. "You've got to admit, Granger, it's more fun this way." Hermione just blushed, and the entire group began snickering.
Finally, Neville spoke up. "It's sort of a hybrid of dreidel and spin the bottle."
Harry frowned. "What are the rules?"
Blaise explained. "You still go around in a circle and spin. If you get nun, nothing happens. If you get shin, you have to kiss someone, but only on the cheek. If you get hey, you close your eyes and let someone random kiss you. And if you get gimel," Blaise smirked at Ron, who blushed, "you kiss the person of your choosing."
Harry let out a laugh. "Who came up with these rules?”
Pansy shrugged. "It was a collective effort. Now cast your cleaning spell and come join the circle!" She pointed to a place next to Draco. "There's an open spot."
Intrigued, Harry followed Pansy's directions and sat between Draco and Luna, who scooted a bit close to Theo to give him more room. Draco gave Harry a small, reassuring smile, and Harry ignored the way his stomach flipped.
"Alright! My turn," Pansy said, reaching for the dreidel in front of Ron and giving it a spin. When it landed on nun, she shrugged and passed it along to Neville, who blushed.
Neville spun and got shin. He glanced around the circle before crawling over and pressing a kiss to Luna's cheek. The group let out teasing whistles, which only made his cheeks redden further before he handed the dreidel to Hermione.
Hermione took it and spun, watching it with sharp eyes, The dreidel landed on hey. Her breath hitched, and she glanced around the circle, but closed her eyes, her lips slightly parted. By some silent consensus, the group turned to look at Pansy, who smirked sharply and crawled past Neville, who sat right between her and Hermione. Pansy’s expression turned shockingly tender, and both girls gasped when their lips touched.
Harry felt his cheeks heat, and he glanced away, instead taking in the others’ reactions. His eyes met Draco’s, exchanging looks for a moment in commiseration, and then shifting into something else. Harry shivered.
When Pansy and Hermione finally broke apart for air, they both seemed fairly wrecked. Pansy moved back to her spot, pinning Hermione with a heated look. Hermione cleared her throat and handed the dreidel to Ginny. “Your turn, Gin!” her voice squeaked slightly, and Pansy looked extremely smug.
Chuckling to herself, Ginny spun the dreidel and landed on gimel. With a grin, she crawled across the circle and brought Theo into a kiss that rivaled Pansy and Hermione. They finally broke apart, and rather than return to her spot, Ginny sent the dreidel levitating back toward Draco and settled herself in the lap of a blissed-out Theo.
Harry felt a jolt run through him when Draco reached for the dreidel and spun it. It seemed to go on forever before finally toppling over on hey.
Draco glanced around nervously before his eyes met Harry’s, almost pleading, and then he closed them. Harry looked at the rest of the group, only to find them all staring at him. Pansy waved her hand to gesture between Harry and Draco and mouthed “Go!” and so, filled with butterflies, Harry turned to face him.
He reached up to cup Draco’s cheek, rubbing a thumb over his bottom lip to make them part just slightly. Draco’s breathing grew heavier against Harry’s thumb, and that was enough to encourage Harry to close the distance between them and shut his eyes.
The circle erupted into cheers, but Harry tuned them out. The kiss was hesitant, slow, and a bit awkward, but it was the best he’d ever had. Draco’s lips were soft, unlike Harry’s chapped ones, and they moved against one another with more and more ease as they kissed. Harry shivered as he felt a hint of Draco’s tongue against his, but he didn’t dare push it further than that for fear of breaking the moment.
With great reluctance, Harry pulled back, and watched as Draco opened his eyes. There was no flash of surprise, or anger, or disgust at seeing Harry right in front of him. He only gave Harry a small grin and handed him the dreidel, letting their fingers brush.
Harry kept his eyes on Draco while he set the dreidel on the ground, snug between two fingers, and twisted sharply to spin it. Where it landed, Harry didn’t know or care, as he brought Draco in for another kiss.