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Getting trapped in the Room of Requirement shouldn’t have been possible. If it had to happen, it was just Harry’s luck that he was trapped there with a Slytherin.
At least it wasn’t Malfoy but Theo Nott, the son of another Death Eater, wasn’t a huge improvement. The quiet Slytherin seemed as distressed as he did that they were trapped in here together.
They were in a room that felt increasingly smaller as the night went on, and that the Room had provided only one barely double-sized bed, not a stick of other furniture. It wasn’t responding to any of their requests either. Harry had never dealt with the room behaving this way before.
“If this is someone’s idea of a joke, it’s not funny,” Theo stated, finally losing his cool.
Harry startled at the sound of the other boy’s voice. “Why would it be a joke? Who would do that?”
For some reason, Theo’s cheeks flushed and he turned away. “You know Malfoy and his lot. They probably just want something new to make fun of.”
“They would do that to a Slytherin?” Harry asked, astounded.
Theo snorted. “Maybe I’m in on it, too.”
Harry paused. He didn’t really think that was true, though. His fellow victim was too distraught about being here.
Yawning, Harry finally gave in and sat down on the bed. “I’m tired.”
“Me, too,” Theo said nervously, “But there’s hardly space.”
Harry shook his head. “No, but we’re both pretty small. I think we can share without it being… you know, weird.”
For some reason, Theo’s cheeks turned pink and Harry realized the Slytherin must not trust him. “I’ll keep my hands to myself,” Harry insisted.
“I… me, too,” Theo answered, slowly lowering himself onto the other side of the bed.
Harry focused on himself, taking off his shoes and socks and sliding into bed. On the other side, he could hear Theo doing the same.
He lay down flat on his back, trying not to look over at the other boy. It seemed Theo was doing the same.
“This is ridiculous,” Harry finally said, turning toward the wall and snuggling down. “We might as well get comfortable.”
He heard Theo shuffling on the other side. But still, Harry couldn’t sleep. He wasn’t used to wearing regular clothes to bed. He tossed and turned, noticing every breath Theo took, until Theo said, “Potter, is there a reason you won’t be still?”
“I hate sleeping in jeans,” he muttered.
“Those muggle trousers?” Theo asked curiously.
“Yes,” Harry said. “They’re bloody uncomfortable in bed.”
Things were quiet for a moment until Theo said, “Well, you should take them off. You’ll still have your pants on, right?”
“Right,” Harry agreed slowly, biting his lip as he considered whether this was a good idea or not.
“I’m going to take my shirt off, if that’s okay,” Theo said as he unbuttoned the well-tailored oxford and shucked it off, leaving his chest bare.
Harry couldn’t help but notice the slim boy was far more muscular than he would have imagined and he spoke without thinking, “You don’t play Quidditch. How are you so muscular?”
Theo froze, eyes wide as he stared at Harry. When he seemed able to breathe again, the boy said, “I’ve spent a lot of time helping Hagrid with some of his charges. It got me in better shape than I ever would have expected.”
“You help Hagrid?” he asked.
Nodding, Theo explained, “I see the thestrals. I’m one of the few students who can. So I started out helping feed them and then I’ve just picked up other tasks along the way.”
“I didn’t know any of the Slytherins were willing to talk to him,” Harry said, still in shock.
Theo rolled his eyes. “There are a lot of things you don’t know about Slytherins.” Then his cheeks flushed again and he suddenly squirmed down into the covers and turned away from Harry.
Quickly pushing his jeans off, Harry got back in bed, trying not to feel exposed at the lack of trousers. They were nowhere near each other, though, so there was nothing to worry about. Or hope for.
Merlin, where had that thought come from? Harry felt himself blushing and was glad he had already turned away from Theo’s side of the bed.
Seeing the other boy’s unexpected muscles and talking to him a bit had reminded Harry that he had noticed Theo Nott more than once in the past. The boy was handsome, and Harry felt himself drawn to him. That was now doubly true, and they were in a bed together!
Harry focused hard and managed, slowly, to even out his breathing and fall asleep.
Hours must have passed when he woke, feeling marvelously warm, with the scent of pines and mint in his nose. Harry breathed in happily and rubbed his hand slowly down the body in his arms.
His eyes snapped open as Harry suddenly realized he was pressing his nose into the crook of Theo Nott’s neck. At the same moment, he found that, with his ear pressed against the boy’s chest, he could hear how fast Theo’s heart was pounding.
Harry wasn’t the only one awake. As he woke up a little more, he discovered his body was reacting strongly to the boy beside him — and he wasn’t the only one for that either.
Theo’s hard cock was laying against his own, the thin material of Harry’s pants and Theo’s trousers not enough to keep him from feeling the intense warmth of them pressing against each other. If Harry reached down to try and adjust himself, he would rub the other boy as well. It was suddenly far more tempting than he ever could have imagined.
Harry realized that Theo was nearly vibrating. Theo’s hips suddenly pushed forward and he moaned into Harry’s hair as their cocks rubbed together. Harry groaned, too,as his own body thrust forward, loving the feel of pushing against each other.
“Harry,” Theo whispered, his voice almost broken with desire.
Harry pulled his head back, so that he could look up into Theo’s eyes. The movement of his upper body, however, pressed his torso closer, causing them to rub again and Theo’s eyes fluttered shut.
As Harry looked him over, all he could think about was the way Theo’s tongue wet his lips as his eyes, a dark blue, began to open and stare into Harry’s. In the other boy’s eyes, Harry could see longing, but too much timidity to do anything about it.
Well, Harry was a Gryffindor.
Surging forward, Harry’s lips met Theo’s, his cock sliding upward along Theo’s, making the other boy open his mouth to moan. It gave Harry access so that, before either of them could second guess what they were doing, the two began to snog in earnest.
Theo’s hand appeared down by Harry’s cock and he whimpered with need. He felt the other boy chuckle, the sound vibrating on his own lips where they met. Theo ran a hand along Harry for just a moment before moving on to his goal — the clasp of Theo’s trousers were undone and he squirmed to push them off, bringing them even closer.
Harry had the urge to push off his pants as well, both their pants, but something in the way Theo’s breath was already stuttering told him that would bring a swift end to this morning surprise. Harry knew he wasn’t far behind himself.
Instead, he bucked against the other boy, kissing Theo with everything he had, thrilled when Theo gave as good as he got. Harry’s hands traced across Theo’s abs, getting to touch the muscles he had discovered were there the night before.
When Harry’s fingers accidentally brushed over Theo’s nipples, the other boy cried out, gasping as he was suddenly rutting against Harry and whimpering, “Please touch me, Harry, please.”
“Only if you touch me, too,” Harry replied, shocked by how deep and gravelly his own voice was.
Following one another’s desires, their hands were on one another’s dicks, touching and pulling, teasing under the bands of their pants and making each other cry out. When they came together, both of them shot cum over the other’s chest and abs as they tried to keep kissing even as they couldn’t breathe.
Harry had thought when it was over, they would go back to pretending the other didn’t exist, but Theo pulled him closer, continuing to kiss him as soon as he caught his breath. Harry couldn’t contain the feeling of elation simply from kissing, not to mention what they had just done.
When the kisses slowed down, became less intense, Theo finally spoke. “I’ve wanted to do this since fourth year,” he admitted shyly.
“Two years and you’ve only done something about it now?” Harry asked.
“Well, technically, I didn’t mean to do anything. The Room did it for me.”
And maybe that was true. Maybe the room had been giving them exactly what they wanted after all. Or maybe it was a gift from the crowd of their friends — Gryffindors and Slytherins cheering when they came out hand in hand.