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Harry had a description of the supreme pleasure he felt when he and Draco kissed: it was as if Draco had Elixir to Induce Euphoria in his mouth. Oh, you're probably wondering: why ‘Draco’? Yes, Draco. After all, Draco Malfoy officially became Harry Potter's boyfriend today, the seventh day of eighth year.
There were not many eighth years returning to school, and Professor McGonagall, the Headmistress, had arranged for a separate tower for the eighth years of all four houses to live in one building. Slytherin had especially few students on this floor, and each even had a single dormitory room. As Harry, cloaked in his Invisibility Cloak, followed Draco through the rest of the Slytherin students in the common room and into his room together, he once again mentally cried out – The Greatest Invisibility Cloak! Thanks Dad, thanks Dumbledore.
The Elixir to Induce Euphoria was so effective that Harry's heart practically flew out of his mouth and he was so light on the soles of his feet that he was about to float. If the size of the Patronus changed depending on the level of joy, he was sure he could summon a giant stag right now.
Thump, thump, thump! A tap on the door startled them both. They scrambled apart and Draco covered Harry up as soon as he copied the Invisibility Cloak at his feet.
Draco wiped his face and pulled the door open, the person at the door turned out to have a Harry Potter face. ‘Malfoy! I have something to tell.’ The man said in Harry's voice.
‘What the hell!’ Draco looked back at the seemingly empty room.
‘Huh, would you like to go on a date with me to Hogsmeade on Saturday?’
‘Wait, who are you?’
‘What? Harry Potter, of course!’ The ‘Harry’ blurted out. Harry didn't miss the look of confusion that flashed across the face. The ‘Harry’ stood up straight, raised one eyebrow and asked again, ‘I mean, would you like to go on a date with me to Hogsmeade on Saturday?’
There was a moment of silence.
‘Pansy, the compounded tonic we managed to win, and you're just going to use it to act as Potter?’ Draco asked incredulously.
Harry remembered that today Draco had told him that his group had taken first place in Potions and Professor Slughorn had given each group member a copy of the Polyjuice Potion.
‘Oh - how did you find out? I even borrowed a real tie from a Gryffindor!’ Parkinson shrugged.
‘Your eyebrows, Potter would never behave like that way - what the hell is wrong with you for pulling this one?’
‘What's wrong? I am sure I will not be the only one wanting to experience the Golden Boy. And, would you like to go on a date with him or not - hey you idiot.’ Parkinson stomped her foot hard, ‘I'm going to go find Daphne now, she'll be super happy!’
She turned with a slinky, graceful gesture, and Harry watched in shock as his body turned around like that.
‘Hey-’ Draco raised his hand.
‘By the way, Potter’s cock is so big! Seriously, Draco, go get a date with him!’ Pansy squeezed back and ran off in a huff.
Draco slammed the door shut and turned around red faced. Harry's face was hot too. He wasn't small there, would Draco like it?
‘I...’ ‘You...’ Harry and Draco spoke at the same time.
‘Draco, open the door!’ There was a familiar voice at the door. Draco glanced at him and Harry put his Invisibility Cloak back on automatically this time.
‘Draco, it's me.’
It was a new Harry outside the door.
‘Who are you too?’
‘What is too? Anyhow, I got a hold of one of Potter's hairs. I didn't expect it, but his body is quite attractive. I would like to ask if you want to have a try.’
Harry felt a wave of annoyance: Was this man trying to make out with Draco? ‘No!’ Draco pointedly vetoed, thankfully.
‘Fine. Let me ask Daphne then.’
‘Blaise you bitch!’
‘Hey, hey, if you're not going to try, why are you so mad?’ Zabini clasped her hands to her chest, ‘And you've been trying to do it with him since fifth year!’
‘I never said anything about this!’
‘You, who used to have to grunt his name in the middle of the night; and staring at him in the corner of the changing room one time after a Quidditch match, you got an erection - not coincidentally I was able to see and hear. Thanks.’
‘Zabini You get the hell out of here!’ Draco threw the door shut with force.
‘Is he telling the truth?’ Harry pulled Draco's wrist the moment he turned around. He was so mesmerized by the scarlet on Draco's face that for a moment he thought he was dreaming, ‘Have you really been... since fifth year?’
‘No!’ Draco's voice was like a needle poking a hole in the balloon inside Harry's heart. They looked at each other for a moment before Draco mumbled again, ‘It should have been sooner.’
‘What?’
Draco cleared his throat, ‘I mean...’
Knock, knock, knock. Three knocks on the door.
Draco ran over to the door and pulled it open and there stood another ‘Harry’. Harry was somewhat used to this. All he wanted to know now was how many people were in the group that Draco joined in?
The man looked at Draco quietly for a few seconds. ‘Well, you have already known.’ he said.
‘Theo, just go away.’
‘Is the reason you found out so quickly because of me or...’
‘Because you're not the first arsehole today.’ Draco snapped interrupting him.
‘And how did you find out about the first one?’
‘I am closing the door.’
‘Because he's right here, isn't he?’
Harry was lifting the Invisibility Cloak off as Draco slammed the door shut.
‘Draco, how about going to my room instead? I will let Ron out.’
‘No, no, only the three of them have Polyjuice Potion, no one else.’ Draco cast a few spells at the door. His voice was muffled. Was he embarrassed?
‘Draco.’ Harry hugged him tightly from behind, ‘I couldn't stop watching you and caring about you from early on either.’
‘Oh - they didn't lie to me.’
‘What?’
‘Your cock is big.’
Harry scooped Draco up by the waist and the two of them fell onto the bed with a big grin.
Draco's lovely smile convinced Harry that he would definitely be the only and last Potter here.