Kinks (Draco x Harry)

Chapter 2:

*Third person p.o.v*

Harry walked through the Slytherin common room, and couldn't help but smile at the memories of him spying on Malfoy as Goyle in the 2nd year, with Ron as Crabbe by his side.  

Harry remembered what it was like to look like Goyle for a moment, and had to stop up to gag at the thought.

Making his way towards the dorms, he stopped up. How was he gonna find out which one was Malfoy's? What if he accidently woke people up? What if he woke Malfoy up?

Harry continued walking, ignoring the questions and the thought of the consequences in his head. 

But then, he stopped up. Harry couldn't help but chuckle a bit. He came across a door that said 'Draco Malfoy's so stay stay away peasants.' 

Why did Malfoy have his own dorm anyways? Probably cause he thinks he's better than everyone else and asked his dad to get him his own dorm, Harry figured. 

The black haired boy rolled his eyes at the thought, and whispered. "Alohomora." 

The lock twisted, leaving the door just open enough for Harry to peak inside the dorm. 

He wasn't surprised at all, when Malfoy wasn't sleeping in his bed. 

"I should've known that git didn't sleep." Harry mumbled to himself.

He pulled the invisibility cloak off and entered the dorm, slowly closing and locking it from inside, silently.

Looking around the room, the boy found Malfoy's room to be rather clean. No clothes spread all over the the floor, like there was in his in his dorm, Malfoy's bed was made, unlike Harry's and his roomates beds, and everything looked expensive in the his dorm. Though, Harry's and his roommates dorm did look a little more personal. 

Malfoy's bed looked so comfortable, Harry just wanted to throw himself onto the covers and nuzzle into them. But, of course, decided against it. That would've been silly.

Harry shook his head, at his own thoughts. The covers would smell like Malfoy. And to Harry, that scent wasn't exactly a pleasant one.

Continuing his search for something that proved Malfoy was a death eater, Harry found an expensive looking cologne instead, on the nightstand. He picked it up, looking at it for a moment, and breathed in.

He almost fell over, the smell was so strong. And it smelled a lot  like Malfoy.

Exactly the scent he just thought he wanted to avoid at all costs.

Harry caught himself before falling over, but stumbled over his own foot, making him fall over anyways.

"Bloody typical.." He whispered, not feeling like standing up at the moment. 

Still sitting on the floor, he let his gaze wander around the room, when something caught his eye. 

A pitch black book hiding under the Slytherin's nightstand. Harry tilted his head, getting curious as always. 

He grabbed the book and then rose to his feet again. 

Harry studied the book, wondering if he should open it or not. He quickly decided that he should. It could be Malfoy's journal where he wrote about how he was gonna storm the whole Hogwarts with the other death eaters, in detail. 

But of course, that wasn't the case. That would've been an absolute miracle.

Harry opened the book, flipping the pages. When he found one that had lots of writing, he stopped and read.