Raye: I was playing this game with my friends earlier and I was like "omfga;ldkfjlk;fhslkfh harry potter fic!"
Allie: He said this out loud…we were so confused…
Raye: This is of course the game Marry Kill and Fuck but I changed Fuck to shag because they're British.

Warning: Sooo OOC, fluff

Disclaimer: Marry JKR Fuck JKR and Kill the lawyers.

Marry, Kill, and Shag

It was a simple muggle game that the eighth years had taken to playing. It was really childish but really kind of fun at the same time. The rules were simple; you merely responded to the question. Three names were said and then the question was asked: marry, kill, and shag.

"Harry it's your turn." Hermione said, nudging her friend that was staring off into space.

"Huh, oh yeah." Harry snapped back into the present, blinking at the group sitting around the eighth year's dorm. There was no point in separating the houses since there were so few of them. Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnegan, and a couple other people that Harry could never remember the names of.

Blaise shook his head and sighed. Potter was hopeless. "As I was saying Potter. The Dark Lord, Ron Weasley, and Draco Malfoy. Marry, kill, and shag." Blaise smirked.

"…Do we have to play this game?" Harry replied, "I think we should play something else."

"Just answer the question Potter." Blaise sighed.

"We can play chess or exploding snap…"

"Potter-"

"Or maybe even 'have you ever' or-"

"Potter just answer the damn question!" Pansy snapped.

Harry gulped then mumbled, looking down at the floor.

"We can't hear you Harry." Dean snickered.

Why did his life have to be so difficult? Why had he told his friends after the war that he was gay? And dear merlin why did they have to exploit him like this?

"I said…kill Voldemort, shag Ron, and marry Draco." Harry said with a blush, looking over at the wall.

A silence descended on the room.

"You would marry me?" A soft voice finally spoke.

Harry whipped his head around to look at Draco. The delicate blonde was blushing deliciously. His blonde hair had grown out over the summer and cascaded over his shoulders. His silver eyes were wide as he stared at hair and looked –dare he say- hopeful. Over the past few weeks Harry and Draco had actually become friends now that Draco's father was in Azkaban and Draco was out from under his thumb. As it turned out the blonde was actually quite a funny and nice guy when he felt like it.

"Well, I mean…yeah, yeah I would." Harry said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head.

Pansy and Hermione looked at one another before pushing the boys close to each other until their lips were almost touching. "Now kiss." The girls cooed.

Harry and Draco blushed darker before pressing their lips together in a sweet kiss. Draco let out a soft sigh and Harry took the opportunity to slide his tongue into Draco's mouth, reaching a hand up to cup the back of Draco's head, pulling him closer. They pulled back after a long moment and pressed their foreheads together. "You're gorgeous you know that." Harry whispered.

"I know." Draco replied.

Harry snorted, rolling his eyes. "Be my boyfriend?" He asked.

"Merlin yes." Draco replied, kissing Harry again.

Ron cleared his throat, "Okay guys, enough…go…go sit down so we can continue."

Harry and Draco laughed and went to sit beside Blaise, Draco sitting down on Harry's lap, leaning back against Harry's chest. "Okay Ron it's your turn." Harry chuckled, "Your mum, Blaise Zabini, and Dean Thomas. Marry, kill, and shag."

"…Are you fucking kidding me?"