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"Would you be quiet—!" My words were interrupted by my own gasp, sharply sucking in air as I stumbled over a pile of clothes on the floor; the only thing separating my body from the floor being Malfoy.

I could feel his hand on my back steading me, and I quickly shook it off as I skipped away from him, a little unsteady on my own two feet.

"If you'd tell me what the fuck you're looking for, Hayes—" He grumbled, eyes on the floor and annoyance lacing his voice. "And why on earth you're drunk?"

"Is there any other appropriate state to be in on New years eve?" I shot back half-heartedly, voice muffled as I shrugged him off. Without waiting for an answer, I reassured, "This is Potter's dorm, yeah?"

Taking a disapproving look around, he nodded. "The room looks messy even in their absence," He snickered, rolling his eyes simultaneously. "Could only be theirs."

An amused huff escaped my lips as my eyes followed his gaze onto the unmade bed stood against the wall, red curtains hanging loosely; one fully drawn, while the other hung on for dear life.

Even though it seemed they would've taken all their clothes with them, jumpers, socks and even a pair of jeans were still scattered across the unmade sheets; seeming as if someone had slept in it just last night when it's been almost two weeks since both Potter and Weasley — whose bed we were looking at right now — had last been in the castle.

My gaze darted over to the bed right next to it — at least this one was made— and I simply assumed it would be Potter's as I staggered towards it, mind still half-hazed as the alcohol began to lose its effect on me.

I was far from sober, but at least I could grasp coherent thoughts again.

"So?"

I didn't bother turning around as Malfoy spoke up, annoyance lacing his words as the syllable fled his lips in an equally confusing tone.

"So?" I simply muttered back, already rummaging through the unlocked shelves in Potter's nightstand in hopes I'd find his invisibility cloak in there somewhere.

"Dean Thomas—?"

I cut him off before the name properly slipped past his lips, my head shaking at the mocking tone in his voice.

"I'm not talking to you about that."

My voice was harsh, leaving no room for argument as I slammed the drawer shut forcefully and immediately got on my knees to crouch underneath Potter's bed.

My wand in hand, it illuminated the mess underneath it, dust tickling my nose until it coerced a muffled sneeze out of me.

It looked far more promising down here, compared to the drawer. Yet, I wasn't getting my hopes up to find anything in the mess presented.

It seemed, while Weasley was the type to live in the mess he called his bed proudly, Potter was just as messy, though had enough decency to try and hide it.

A singular snicker from the blond still stood behind me — by now, unknowingly leaning against the post of a bed as he watched me carefully — caught my attention, and my head hit the edge of the bed as I tried to throw him a glare.

The harsh contact had swears flee my lips, grumbling insults as I decided to simply keep my head underneath the bed instead of trying to come up a second time.

"What?" I hissed instead, a cough escaping my mouth at another wave of dust hurling in my direction after pushing a set of books to the side.

Eyes widening as a piece of ancient-looking fabric emerged from under a pile of clothes, I reached for it at the same time as a mildly amused huff escaped Malfoy's lips.

"Why are you wearing a skirt?" He asked, voice sounding both tense and disinterested at the same time.

I halted in my movement, brows furrowing even though he couldn't see me. "Why am I—?" I began, shaking my head at the absurd question, and trying to catch a glimpse of his expression from down here.

Unfortunately, the only thing visible were his black shoes and a part of the legs of his trousers.

Noticing my confusion, he continued without ever letting me finish my sentence. "It's December. It's cold. Why are you wearing a skirt?" Though he tried to sound serious, I could detect the light amusement in his voice from miles away.

I rolled my eyes at his question, stretching my arm out once more and finally getting a grip on the relatively thick fabric.

Relieved and almost entirely certain it was the cloak I was looking for, my upper body emerged from under Potter's bed with a victorious grin on my lips.

"To impress you, of course," I quipped back, shaking my head as I mocked his question without even sparing him a glance. Instead, my eyes laid on the fabric, brushing it off only to realise it really was the invisibility cloak.

The fact Potter stored it underneath his bed like a common blanket was disturbing enough.

Malfoy snorted dryly at my words, the sound making me turn towards him and my gaze landing on his stretched out hand. He rolled his eyes, though still urged me to take his hand.

His brows were raised as his eyes continued to dart back and forth between my eyes and his stretched out arm until I gave in and took it.

Though, instead of letting go of me as soon as I stood on my own two feet again, still a little unsteady on them, Malfoy pulled me towards him in one single motion, effortlessly having me come to a halt just as I was about to collide with his chest.

The cloak was still clutched between my hands behind my back.

Another puff of air escaped his mouth, his minty breath fanning against my nose as a knowing smirk played on his lips— the lips I couldn't take my eyes off even if I tried, now that I was mere inches away from them.

They parted, tongue flicking over them, making my eyes snap up to his.

"If it's to impress me, why is it Potter's dorm you're on your knees in?"

My breath growing heavier at the words, my entire being painfully aware of his fingers trailing down my side in a motion too comforting.

Still, I tilted my head as if it were any other ordinary conversation, a lopsided grin on my lips as I wondered, "You'd want it to be yours, instead, Malfoy?"

His tongue poked the inside of his cheek knowingly, smirk breaking into an open-mouthed smile. And, I assumed by the way his lips were pressed against mine mere moments later, he meant to say yes;

was silently screaming it, demanding it, with the way his tongue skilfully played with mine, and his hand immediately fell to cup my hip, while the other tilted my head upwards to level our closed eyes.

He caressed my back, played with the hem of my skirt as he teasingly dipped underneath it, flushing his skin with mine only for a second before continuing to run his hand over my covered arse and bare thighs.

He teased until I was about to lose my mind, all while his lips were still on mine, and his teeth had dug into my lower lip countless times out of sheer enjoyment of the sounds fleeting my lips.

And he did it until one second I had the cloak between my hands, and the next I didn't.

I cursed myself as soon as I noticed, regretfully opening my eyes only to find a self-righteous smirk playing on his lips as he observed the piece of fabric in between his hands.

"Is this what I think it is?" He asked, his breath still as heavy as his lids were, pupils still dilated as he looked back at me.

A frustrated groan escaped my lips, letting myself fall against a bedpost as I closed my eyes again.

"Just give it back," I whined, not at all in the mood for any of his games.

"I don't think I will." His eyes were twinkling in mischief, a proud smile gracing his features as he took in the defeat written all over my body— almost as if revelling in it.

"What? Are you upset I'm stealing from your boyfriend, Malfoy?" I muttered back, head cocking to the side and flying through the room absentmindedly.

A singular, humourless laugh filled the air, and the amusement previously written all over his face had faded when I looked back at him.

"Just shut up, Hayes, why don't you?" He hissed back as soon as the words left my mouth, making me roll my eyes in disinterest.

"You started this—" The tone of my voice rose, more and more annoyance lacing it as I took a step towards him. Unsure whether I looked intimidating at all, I kept going regardless.

"I said—"

"You stole it from me!"

"It doesn't matter because you were the one who stole it in the first place. No rules apply to that—"

"—Merlin," I groaned. "Shut up." Each word escaping my lips was stressed, annunciated perfectly to show him how fed up I was with the entire situation.

I stood right in front of him now, having tried to reach for the cloak countless times. He had resorted to simply holding it above his head.

"You shut up—"

Our back and forth drowned out the surrounding noise, only catching my attention as a loud rumbling noise came from down the stairs. It made me halt in my movement, trail off with another insult I was about to throw at the blond.

Malfoy, though, as oblivious as ever, didn't seem to have caught on.

"That's what I thought—" He continued, making me roll my eyes before my hand flew to cover his mouth.

His grey eyes widened for a second, brows furrowing simultaneously as he meant to struggle against my hold on him. Instead, though, as I threw him a warning glare, he seemed to have heard the noise, too.

Panic flared up in his eyes just as It had in mine— the look only lingering for a moment before his eyes narrowed to assess the situation. His gaze flew through the room, falling onto the large window on the other side.

In a moment of hesitation, his grip on the cloak having loosened, I jumped upwards to get a hold of it, easily grabbing it out of his hand. Before he had a chance to protest, head already cocking back in my direction, I threw him another warning glance.

"Get under the cloak," I hissed quietly, leaving no room to argue as he complied without another word.

The both of us barely fit under it, though a look in the mirror as we passed was enough to make sure no body parts were sticking out of our disguise.

All that was necessary for it to work was my body flushed with his, my back against his front, his breathing right by my ear, and his intoxicating scent dominating the smell of old fabric.

And Malfoy knew; made a game out of it as his hand rested on my hip, played with the hem of my skirt just like he had earlier; apologised with a cheeky tone in his whisper whenever his other hand accidentally flushed with other body parts of mine.

And I tried my best to ignore him— ignore how it felt and how my body reacted to his so naturally as we snuck past the two fourth years who had since made themselves comfortable in their common room.

Luckily, they didn't seem to notice us. Not even when my breath hitched loudly in the back of my throat at another one of Malfoy's accidental touches.

Not even when he had cursed loudly under his breath when my hand accidentally brushed over his crotch.

Not even when a quiet giggle — courtesy of the alcohol I had — fled my lips when Malfoy almost tripped.

As soon as we had safely gotten out of the common room, down the moving stairs and out of the entire hallway, I had turned towards him, swept the cloak off our bodies in a singular motion, apologised, and turned around to leave.

My eyes closed for the first few feet in order to keep myself from turning around and dragging him down the halls into my dorm with me. 

A/N: Up until now, I think this one was one of my fav chapters ever. 

And I hope you feel the same way because otherwise it'd be a little embarrassing kjghjfgh

Anyways, I'll see you in two days. <3