Hey! Potter!' Malfoy yelled, walking up behind Harry. 'Hold on for a second.'
Harry rolled his eyes and slowed his pace. He wasn't in the mood for dealing with Malfoy right then, but there was no escaping it once Malfoy put his mind to something. If Harry let him catch up with him then - while they were outside and alone - then at least he wouldn't have to deal with everyone's stares.
'We need to talk.' Malfoy had cut Harry off and stood in front of him blocking his path.
'About what?'
Their sixth year had barely started, and their last encounter on the train had not been a pleasant one. Not that Harry wouldn't love to return the favour and break Malfoy's nose, but he wasn't feeling up to getting into trouble again this early in the school year.
Malfoy smirked. 'About the fact that you think about me when you wank.' His tone wasn't his usual mocking one.
Harry said nothing as he tried to figure out Malfoy's angle. Information like that would normally be something Malfoy would use to torment Harry in front of people. That he got him alone could only mean one thing: Malfoy wanted something. Harry shook his head. There was no way that Malfoy could know that. He had to be bluffing. Just pulling something out of his arse to use against Harry.
There was the small little detail that it was true, but again there was no way Malfoy knew that.
'Over the summer,' Malfoy began to explain as Harry still stood, staring at him in silence. 'The Dark Lord gave me a mission to complete this year.'
Harry's stomach jumped at that. He knew it. Malfoy had been up to something since that summer, and Harry wasn't just paranoid. Harry was already picturing the conversation he'd be having with Ron and Hermione soon as Malfoy continued,
'He wants me to seduce you.'
'Oh,' was all Harry could think to say. Perhaps he wouldn't be telling Ron and Hermione about this after all. 'Why are you telling me this?'
'Because,' Malfoy said with strain in his voice. 'I don't want you to let me.'
'Then why do it?' Harry asked in the same condescending tone.
'Because he'll kill me!'
'Won't he kill you for warning me?' If Voldemort found out about this conversation, then Malfoy would be much worse off than if he had just not done the assigned task. Malfoy was helping Harry whether or not Malfoy looked at it that way. If Harry knew Voldemort's plan, then he could find a way to use it against him.
'Well, that's what I wanted to talk to you about.' Malfoy paused and it was obvious that he was having a difficult time asking Harry for his help. 'I want you to Obliviate me,' Malfoy said slowly, forcing each word out.
Harry tried to hold back his smile. Malfoy wanted to conspire with Harry against Voldemort and trusted Harry to not only Obliviate him but also not to use the spell against him.
'Anytime I try to talk to you, just fight with me, then when the Dark Lord searches my mind, he won't see this. All he'll see is you pushing me away each time I attempted my task.'
'You're putting a lot of trust in me, Malfoy.'
Malfoy scowled in response, which only helped Harry's mood and ruined his attempt to be nonchalant about what he was hearing.
'Better you than him. Besides, what's the worst you'd do? Cry on me?'
Harry rolled his eyes. As much as he hated to admit it, it was nice that no matter how everyone else's opinions of him changed with the opinion of the Ministry, Malfoy's never did. When other kids shook with fear in his second year, Malfoy rolled his eyes. And when everyone had laughed at him, thinking he was crazy - well, Malfoy laughed at him as well, but he knew he wasn't crazy.
'Besides, you have some sort of "thing" for me.' Malfoy scrunched his face while saying the word "thing" and then looked Harry up and down.
It made Harry's face heat up and stomach twist, which was a strange feeling for him to associate with Malfoy. He never had before, but Malfoy had never known about his fantasies before either. He'd always been the one person Harry could look at while picturing naked and be sure that he had no idea what Harry was thinking. It's part of the reason the fantasies started to begin with.
'Well,' Malfoy snapped. 'Are you going to do it?'
'Yes, of course,' Harry said, then got out his wand. He was glad that Malfoy was going to forget the conversation and was more than ready to end it. 'Obliviate.'
Harry quickened his pace towards the castle, hoping to be out of Malfoy's sight before he came to again.
About two seconds later, he heard Malfoy's voice.
'Hey! Potter! Hold on for a second!'
Harry sped up, but still refused to run. Malfoy finally broke into a slight jog and grabbed his arm, spinning him around.
'Just a minute, Potter. This is important.'
Harry, afraid that his natural response would trigger a repeat of their previous conversation, searched for something to end their conversation and help him escape before Malfoy had a chance to say anything.
'Nothing that you have to say is important to me.' It came out harsher than he had meant it, but he was sure that it would work. In case it wouldn't deter him, Harry took the moment that Malfoy sputtered to turn and make his way closer to the castle.
'That's right,' Malfoy said in a dejected way. 'I'll never be good enough for you. Right?'
In spite of himself, Harry turned to respond. He knew where Malfoy was going with the conversation, and there was no point in fighting it out with him again, but he still couldn't just walk away from a statement like that. Malfoy was always the one who said he was better than everyone else, not Harry.
'What are you talking about?'
Malfoy sneered as he closed the distance between them. He stared into Harry's surprised eyes, once Malfoy had come to where their faces were only a breath apart.
'You know what I'm talking about.' Harry for a minute thought that he had messed up the spell, but Malfoy continued, 'I'm not important enough for you? You're going to regret this someday, Potter.' Malfoy had said it with the same venom he had used on the train. 'I can hold a grudge like you would never believe, and someday you will see that I'm very important.'
He pushed passed Harry and headed for the castle, leaving Harry silent behind him.
'This,' Malfoy continued as he walked away, 'might have been the most important conversation of your life.' That last part sounded as if it had come out a little bit more pained than the rest.
It worked. Harry had hurt Malfoy's feelings, and he'd left, but Harry could not get past the pained sound of Malfoy's voice. It was there after only a moment of being left in the silence; Harry felt guilty, even though he was technically helping Malfoy by pushing him away. He followed Malfoy back into the building against his better judgment. How had he gotten himself into this mess? It was Voldemort again.
At the beginning of his fifth year, when Dumbledore had voiced his concern about the link between Harry and Voldemort, Harry had become slightly paranoid. He didn't particularly want to lose the link because he had gotten useful information on Voldemort's attacks from it. But, he had to admit that Dumbledore was right, and sooner or later Voldemort would figure out the link and have a door inside Harry's thoughts.
Voldemort would find the people that Harry cared about the most and kill them. Harry had become afraid to touch himself anymore, not wanting to share any thoughts with him, and then after fighting with Malfoy one day he'd been pissed off and just needed a release. He had gone to take a hot shower and had thought about Malfoy swallowing all his dirty words, along with Harry's cock. Afterward, he'd felt disgusted with himself but then realised what a brilliant idea it was. Malfoy was on Voldemort's side. Voldemort wouldn't kill him. Especially since there was no danger of them getting together.
From that moment on, Harry had only thought about Malfoy when he wanked. It felt safe, and it wasn't like Malfoy was unattractive. On days that Malfoy was particularly annoying, he would be rough with him, but as time wore on he thought of doing the same things with Malfoy as he had when he used to envision girls.
It had never occurred to him that it was odd to think about making love with his enemy, while his enemy was begging for more and whispering, "I love you". It had just felt like the right thing to do. He would get what he needed without incriminating anyone else.
Well, that was until now.
He saw Malfoy slip into a bathroom and followed him in. Malfoy had slid down the wall, and was he crying? Harry really had hurt him. He didn't hesitate to join Malfoy and slid down the wall next to him to watch him in silence.
'What do you want, Potter?' he said in a surprisingly condescending tone, considering he was half sobbing and had tears streaming down his face.
Harry sighed while he tried to think of what to say. Malfoy would tell him everything he had already heard. Then, Harry would tell Malfoy his idea was not going to work, and they should go to Dumbledore. The Order could protect Malfoy and his mother since she would need it as well. His father was safe in Azkaban, and there was nothing they could do for him.
That was a strange thought: safe in a prison.
'What was so important that you needed to tell me?' Harry asked as he tried, without much success, to rub a headache that was forming out of his forehead. Malfoy had gotten himself under control as Harry was thinking, and he glared at him with more disdain than Harry had ever seen on Malfoy's face before.
'I like you,' Malfoy bit out angrily.
Harry was once again stunned, as though Malfoy had said he was willing to hand him over to Voldemort to die. Even though Harry wasn't sure what Voldemort planned on doing after Malfoy seduced him, he was sure the plan involved his death in some way. Malfoy had been right; he could hold a grudge. Had Harry never had the previous conversation with Malfoy, the confession still would have made sense to him. It would be exactly how Malfoy would respond if he had feelings for him. Harry should let him down and tell him that he didn't feel that way about him.
However, they both knew about Harry's fantasies, and he knew that denying them would not deter Malfoy.
He could have said that it would be too dangerous for them to be together. That he felt the same way too, but he just couldn't put Malfoy's life on the line like that. He had a feeling that would just push Malfoy on since he had always loved getting underneath Harry's skin. If Harry resisted him, it would just make Malfoy fight harder for it.
Maybe there was another way out, but Harry didn't want to think hard enough to figure one out. What he had been dreaming about this for over a year, and it could happen now. He wanted that power over Malfoy. What all was Malfoy willing to do for Harry to trust him?
Harry didn't say anything; instead, he just slammed his lips against Malfoy's. The other boy pushed back with just as much hostile force, even though at first he had been caught off guard. Harry was surprised at how good it felt actually to kiss him. He had never felt passion like this before. It was hostile, but that didn't take away from the pleasure, just like when he thought about him when he masturbated. It was more satisfying to have him in real life, even if it was all a lie.
Harry finally was able to push Malfoy onto his back, and forced his legs apart, settling himself in between them. They were fully clothed, but that didn't matter. They rutted together while kissing, biting, pulling at each other's robes, until they both came. Harry came first, and Malfoy tried to slow down and keep himself together, but Harry wouldn't let him. He pushed and pulled and ignored the mess in his pants until he felt Malfoy give in beneath him. Harry wasn't going to let Malfoy have anything else to hold over him.
'So what now?' Harry said as he pulled himself up and leaned back against the wall. Malfoy didn't move; he just laid there staring at the ceiling and refusing to look in Harry's direction. Harry took the opportunity to stare openly at him and memorised what his face and hair looked like post-orgasm. It was much different than what Harry had imagined. He'd thought that his hair would have stayed in place no matter what anyone else tried to do it.
'I don't know.'
They shared the silence as Harry tried to figure out how to deal with this change in their relationship, and wondered if he would ever get a straight answer out of Malfoy.
'I wasn't expecting that,' Malfoy said.
'What were you expecting, then?' Harry arched his eyebrow at him, challenging Malfoy to tell the truth, but Harry didn't get his hopes up that it would happen.
'Well, not for you to kiss me like that.' Malfoy finally looked away from the ceiling and shifted to pull himself into a sitting position. 'I just needed to tell you.'
'Well, I fancy you too…so?' Harry said, then waited for Malfoy to say something, anything about how he felt, or maybe about what Voldemort had asked him to do. When it didn't seem to be happening, he rolled his eyes and asked, 'Do you want to go out with me?'
'Do you?' Malfoy seemed nervous, though Harry had no idea why he would be. He wasn't the one with a freshly exposed crush on his enemy. He was faking it.
'Do you think I'm that stupid?' Malfoy looked more shocked than annoyed and a little scared, but Harry was just as surprised by his outburst.
Malfoy was going to go through with his mission. He didn't know why that upset him, but it did.
'Your friends would kill us, and my family would disown me.'
'I didn't say we would tell anybody.'
Malfoy looked scandalised at the thought. 'So, you want to do this in secret?'
It would be like his fantasies in real life: sneaking around behind everyone's back, yet almost getting caught. Ron and Hermione had been so caught up in each other recently that they hadn't noticed Harry too much anyway. Malfoy wasn't playing Quidditch that year either, so they wouldn't have to worry about it affecting their games. There wasn't a downside that he could see to keeping it secret.
'If it's the only way we can.'
Malfoy eyed him suspiciously before he answered, 'Okay, fine.'
'Okay,' Harry said, wiping his suddenly sweaty palms down his robes. 'So, we're together?'
'Yeah,' Malfoy agreed with what appeared to Harry as slight disbelief.
'You know that means you can't have Pansy hanging all over you.'
This statement caused Malfoy to throw him a confused look.
'I'd get jealous.'
'I expect the same thing,' Malfoy countered, which changed their awkward situation into more of a game of challenging each other. It was comfortable, at least a little more than the previous conversation had been, and Harry could feel himself smile again.
'Nobody hangs all over me,' Harry pointed out. Even Ginny, who, despite the fact that she had a boyfriend, obviously liked him, always kept her distance. It was the only small mercy Harry seemed to have. Though he was told that many girls were after him, none of them were forward enough to wrap their arms around him nor did he lay his head in any of their laps.
'They stare enough.' Malfoy glared accusingly at Harry as if he encouraged everyone to behave that way.
Harry rolled his eyes but didn't lose his upbeat manner. 'I can't stop people from staring.'
Malfoy nodded but continued to glare. They sat in silence, and Harry was thinking about how to get them back to their days when Malfoy spoke in barely a whisper.
'Everyone loves you ... most people don't much care for me.'
Harry was torn. He had never seen this side of Malfoy before, and he couldn't decide if he was being truthful or if it was just for his mission and he was trying to get to Harry.
'I'd need…to be constantly reassured…" Malfoy seemed to be forcing himself through it. 'That you want me.'
Harry nodded his acceptance without even having to think about it. Whether it was an act he had practiced well on others before or the first time he'd ever seen something real out of Malfoy, Harry had to accept it as the truth. It was the only way to move forward.
'I can handle it, Draco.'
Malfoy jumped slightly at hearing his given name, and Harry hoped that was a good thing.
'I have a lot of love to give.'
'Only to me,' Malfoy ordered and then added, 'Harry.'
Harry answered him by kissing him.
