Episode One: He Was Kinda Kissing Draco
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Disclaimer:
If we owned Harry Potter, he and Draco would regularly be making out in potions class, there would be double beds in the dormitories, Voldemort would spend his time enjoying tea and muffins, Remus and Sirius would get together and life happily ever after, and the première of the Half-Blood Prince movie would most definitely not have been delayed. But the world is a cruel place, so alas, we own none of it. We shall die poor and lonely and without the comfort of Harry and Draco hooking up.
Warnings:
Why anyone would not want to read stories involving smouldering boy on boy action is beyond us. However, should you not, then the Back button is in the top left corner of your screen; use it. This fic is rated R for strong language and a few fairly descriptive sensual scenes, though there is no actual sex.
Authors' Notes:
This is not a story in the traditional sense, it is the first episode of our fun roleplay game over on the Mystforums; we center around Harry and Draco, but also include other pairings every now and then. In this episode, the characters were played by the following: Harry by Thorion, Draco by the one and only Heidi, and Hermione by Annie. Future episodes will be posted, albeit with quite lengthy intervals in between. But enough rambling, let's get it on! No, not that way, you perverts. We meant getting started with the actual story. Shoo!
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Harry Potter
Hands roaming over smooth white skin, lips pressed closely to those of his boyfriend, Harry moaned in pleasure. He grabbed Draco's silky hair and pulled him closer. Oh, the pleasure, the unbearable pleasure... if only that annoying ringing would stop... what was it anyway? He broke the kiss reluctantly, opened his eyes... and stared right at his magical alarm clock, which was dancing around on his chest in a desperate attempt to wake him up.
Harry grunted in frustration and turned over to go to sleep again, but the alarm clock wasn't having that. It pinched his nose - hard - and continued to ring shrilly. Harry was forced to admit defeat; he sat up, reached for his glasses and looked around. The dorm was already deserted except for Neville, who was snoring peacefully - He must have jumbled up the hours and the minutes again. Honestly. They were in their sixth year, and it was about time he learnt to read a clock properly.
Sighing, Harry pulled on some random clothes from his trunk, threw his alarm clock at Neville to wake him and headed off towards the great hall. He rather missed his bed, but took comfort in the fact that he would see Draco at breakfast. It still seemed so unreal at times... Them getting together several months ago, just after the beginning of term, despite all their differences... Hermione and Ron actually accepting their relationship after so little time... Such unreal happiness, such love, such bliss...
Harry entered the great hall with an extremely goofy grin on his face.
Draco Malfoy
The last year had been one of the strangest of his life. Last summer he had been so angry and humiliated after his father had received a one-way ticket to Azkaban due to the fiasco raid in the ministry, courtesy of Harry Potter and his Gryffindork cronies. However, when he returned to the manor for the summer, his feelings changed. His mother seemed much more relaxed and pleased and he found it easier to breathe somehow, like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He didn't have to walk on eggshells anymore, always afraid of saying the wrong thing or getting yelled at for not receiving top marks in all his classes; nor was he scolded and accused of being the worst seeker in Slytherin history. Well, he had quit quidditch now thankfully - Those stupid new helmets they had to wear did nothing but flatten and destroy his hair anyway.
He hadn't expected his feelings of hatred towards Potter to change though, but to his surprise he found that he had never really hated him at all; he had actually been quite curious about the Boy Who Lived back in first year. He had felt humiliated and insulted after Potter had refused to take his hand on the Hogwarts Express, but for that little incident to turn into such hatred? No, it had been his father's hatred, his father's views, opinions and cunning, never Draco's.
And then there was the gay thing. He had known for years, ever since he had caught a glimpse of Gryffindor keeper Oliver Wood in the quidditch locker room showers in their third year to be exact. He would never had dared to come out without his father locked safely away, but didn't find it such a risky prospect anymore. It wasn't like he was the only gay student in Hogwarts, and when he had told Blaise and Pansy, they had merely shrugged and said they suspected as much. Apparantly straight boys don't spend two hours in the bathroom every morning, who knew? And Blaise was bi himself, so he wouldn't judge anyone. He had however given Draco a couple of suggestive looks. Draco didn't quite know what to make of that.
And Potter isn't Potter anymore. No, it's Harry now. For five glorious months today. Despite the initial protests of their friends. His first love and boyfriend, his first everything. Draco had a hard time thinking of that particular first without blushing. Five months, wow, that's important. It's not like one, two, three or four months - Five months means you're commited. But where is Harry? He was supposed to meet him in the Great Hall for breakfast fifteen minutes ago. But just then he sees a familiar mop of unruly black hair. Draco crosses his arms, smirks and looks straight into Harry Potter's green eyes.
"You're late!"
Harry Potter
"You're late!"
Harry ignored Draco's comment, however reproachful it sounded. He had heard it often enough by now to have gotten used to it. Instead, he gathered his boyfriend in his arms and planted a sloppy kiss on his lips. The usual squeals of "Oh God, they're so hot!" drifted over from the Ravenclaw third year girls, but these too were expertly ignored by the Boy Who Lived. He simply grabbed Draco's hand and pulled him over towards the Gryffindor table.
"The bacon smells delicious today. God, I'm famished."
Draco Malfoy
"I better let him have his breakfast of champions first, there's no talking to him when he's hungry anyway", Draco thinks fondly to himself.
Draco lets himself be dragged over to the Gryffindor table, whilst glaring at the Ravenclaw girls. Honestly, people should be used to this sight by now, but somehow many of the girls still seems to go slack-jawed and start to drool. No wonder he gave up girls, who could figure them out? He'd rather bow to a hippogriff again than to even consider ever dating a girl.
"Well, we should have a really nice breakfast, it's such a special day after all. And I forgive you for being late... again. I couldn't stay mad at you, not today of all days" He smiles a genuine smile at his boyfriend and gives him a light peck on the lips before sitting down and nodding a polite hello to the other residants of the table.
Harry Potter
Harry settled down at the Gryffindor table opposite Ron, pulled Draco next to him and pounced on the bacon and eggs with the ferocity of a half-starved Hungarian Horntail. Draco was talking beside him, but Harry's attention was focussed completely on his breakfast - the one thing that could distract him from his boyfriend. All those years of watching Dudley eat did that to you, Harry reckoned. Heh.
Draco was still talking.
"...a special day after all. And I forgive you for being late... again. I couldn't stay mad at you, not today of all days."
"Wha' s'ecial day...?" Harry asked distractedly, in between mouthfuls.
Draco Malfoy
For the first time that morning Draco gave his boyfriend a thorough lookover. Could he be more oblivious? And he seemed much more interested in a stupid breakfast than Draco. Hmm, could it be an act? Did Harry just pretend he had forgotten their special day just to surprise the hell out of him later? No, definitely not. One thing Draco had learned for sure about his boyfriend these last five months, Harry couldn't keep a straight face when he was excited about something to save himself.
Draco's eyes narrowed while they took in Harry's appearance more carefully. He looked like he had all but fallen out of bed only minutes ago. The clothes Harry had picked for wearing indicated that he would need to replace those glasses with a guide dog in the very near future. And the hair was more unruly than ever. Not that he minded the hair, Harry pulled off that shaggy look surprisingly well. Mmm, Harry had actually turned into a sexy beast this last year. He had grown past Draco with about two inches, and he had muscles! Who would've thought? And he looked so gooood in the tight Calvin Klein boxers Draco loved to buy for him. Had he known about muggle designer clothing earlier, Draco would have attacked Harrods like teenage girls attacked the Weird Sisters. Draco's eyes had turned quite dreamy now thinking about his boyfriends sexy body clad in only tight boxers, showing off another attribute Draco had grown quite fond of as well. He blushed slightly and shook his head to clear his mind.
"Wha' s'ecial day...?"
"Harry?" he cooed in his sweetest voice "you do know what day it is today, don't you honey?" He looked at his boyfriend with hopeful grey eyes while worrying his bottom lip.
Harry Potter
"Harry? ...you do know what day it is today, don't you honey?"
Something in Draco's voice made Harry look up. Large, round eyes were staring up at him, and Draco was worrying his bottom lip... In that moment, Draco reminded Harry suspiciously of Dobby when he was extremely anxious...
Harry's brow furrowed as he tried to remember what Draco could be talking of, but his mind stayed blank. Quidditch? Nah. Did they have anything planned? Nah. Think, Potter, think! But it was no good. Try as he might, his mind stayed blank.
A tentative smile in Draco's direction. "Umm... no?"
Draco Malfoy
Draco couldn't belive his ears. And on the other side of the table Hermione looked up from her book and seemed like she wanted to jump over and clamp a hand over Harry's mouth to shut him up before he got himself into even more trouble. Even Ron seemed to realise that the shit was about to hit the fan because he suddenly seemed very interested in Hermione's "A History of Magic" book - a book which, Draco knew, Ron usually only used to kill spiders.
His grey eyes darkened and turned into slits, he stood up abruptly and faced his confused looking boyfriend.
"Harry James Potter" he shrieked, while poking a perfectly manicured finger into Harry's chest. "don't tell me you have forgotten about our five month anniversary?"
Harry Potter
Uh oh. Draco was rather frightening when he got angry. ...Actually, he was also deliciously sexy - those stormy eyes, those flushed cheeks, that slightly trembling voice - but Harry knew better than to tell Draco that while he was still in rage. The one time he had tried had ended in a rather painful regrowth of testicles... err, best not to think about it. He needed to focus on the danger at hand and find a way to calm Draco...
With another tentative smile, Harry reached carefully towards his boyfriend. "Nah, of course not, darling..." - Not convincing. At all. Draco glared at him and jerked his arm away. - "Well, umm... maybe... err... maybe I did... but honey, anniversaries don't mean anything, they're just dates... You know that I love you anyway, don't you?"
His attention focussed on Draco, Harry didn't notice how his little speech made Hermione bang her head against her transfiguration book - hard - nor how Ron slowly slid downwards to take refuge under the table...
Draco Malfoy
"Anniversaries don't mean anything, they're just dates... "
"What? I can't belive you just said that to me! Next you'll be telling me you don't have anything planned for Valentines Day next week either? Well I've got news for you, Mr. Saviour of the Wizarding World, you don't! At least not with me. Apparantly I'm good enough to warm your bed but not worthy of a simple five month anniversary celebration, I guess that's just too much hassle! And don't give me any of that I love you anyway nonsense, if you really loved me I would be opening my anniversary present right now instead of doing this...!"
Somewhere deep down Draco knew he was being a tad irrational, but this was his insecurities coming to the surface. There was always that nagging little voice in his head saying he really wasn't good enough for someone like Harry, who could have anyone he wanted. After being told down by his father his whole life it was hard for Draco to surpress those feelings. But right now his anger won out. He jerked his arm away from Harry's touch, his bangs had fallen into his eyes who were now blazing. He grabbed the plate that stood closest to him, containing the uneaten breakfast of one bewildered looking Seamus Finnigan. He barely registered the shock in his boyfriends eyes as he threw the plate's contents smack into his face!
"You wanted breakfast, did you? Well enjoy!"
Draco took one final hurt look at his boyfriend, who now had soggy eggs dripping from his hair and a piece of bacon dangling from his glasses, before he turned on his heels and stormed away, looks of amusement and shock followed him towards the entrance.
Hermione Granger
Hermione rubbed her head where she had hit it with her transfiguration book after Harry's attempted recovery from forgetting his and Draco's fifth month anniversary. She could only bear to listen to Draco's reaction, not see all the anger and hurt on his face as he expressed his emotions. Instead, she took great interest in the empty plate sitting in front of her on the table. Fascinating things, plates.
"You wanted breakfast, did you? Well enjoy!"
Hermione looked up then to see that Draco had thrown Seamus' breakfast in Harry's face. Draco was now walking off towards the entrance, looking very hurt.
Hermione turned to Harry, "You can be thicker than Ron sometimes, you know that Harry." Ron was resurfacing and making sounds of protest at her comment but she ignored him. "How could you forget your anniversary? Especially after what happened the last time you forgot. Are you just going to sit there or are you going to go after him?"
Harry Potter
Harry watched Draco run off - as well as he could in between the bacon and mashed potatoes covering his glasses - and blinked, a stray bit of egg catching on his left eyelash as he did so. For a moment he wavered between crying and exploding with rage, but Hermione's typical know-it-all comment tipped the scales in favour of the latter.
"Shut up, will you? I have no idea why he's making such a fuss! It is only a date, after all. What's so bloody important, huh? And there's no need to act so smart, either!"
The second the words had left his mouth, Harry felt rather ashamed for shouting at Hermione like that. It wasn't her fault, after all. He lowered his head sheepishly. "Sorry, I didn't mean that. It's just... Oh, bugger it! - I'm going to my dorm, I need some peace and quiet..."
He stood up before she could protest and stormed off down the great hall, promptly bumping into Dumbledore, who was on his way to the staff table. "Dear, dear, my boy", Dumbledore commented, "it won't do to run around with bacon on your glasses. You'll end up stepping on some poor first year..." He waved his wand carelessly and scourgified Harry, then continued on his way to the staff table as if nothing had happened, and it was perfectly normal to bump into Harry with a full english breakfast draped over his head. Harry goggled after him for a second before turning and heading for Gryffindor tower... to quietly cry his eyes out.
Draco Malfoy
This was the worst anniversary ever. Draco had withdrawn to his dorm where he resorted to sulking furiously in his bed with the drapes shut and a silencing charm surrounding him. He did not want to deal with other people right now. Beside him an almost empty box of Honeydukes finest fudge chocolates, the stuffed lion Harry had bought for him on their first date and a lot of used tissues. Not that he had been crying or anything mind you, no, his eyes and nose was just a bit moist, damn allergies.
He should have known it was too good to be true, for Harry to make an effort to celebrate a simple anniversary - just another date, as he said. And it wasn't like it was the first time he had forgotten either. Draco did not appreciate being taken for granted. In his heart he knew that Harry loved him, but he needed some kind of reassurance from time to time. He hated himself for being so needy and insecure. Draco buried his face in his soft plushie lion, it smelled like Harry. Maybe because Draco had sprayed a bit of Harry's cologne on it... He remembered the absolutely adoring look Harry had given him when he had done that. Damn, his eyes were getting moist again, stupid allergies.
All of a sudden, inspiration struck him; there was a foolproof way of making Harry show his true feelings. Not many people knew this, but Harry Potter had a major green chest monster inside him. It was sleeping most of the time, but when it was awoken it was a force to be reckoned with. Draco smirked to himself, eyes sparkling with mischief. This was the solution - He was going to wake up the chest monster.
Harry Potter
This was the worst day ever. Harry had withdrawn to his dorm where he resorted to sulking furiously in his bed with the drapes shut and a silencing charm surrounding him. He did not want to deal with other people right now. Beside him an almost empty box of Honeydukes finest fudge chocolates, the cute, cuddly stuffed snake Draco had bought for him on their first date and quite a few used tissues.
Harry lay down on his back, his breathing shallow, chest rising and falling rapidly, sadness and irritation tainting his soul. Mental images of Draco kept crossing his mind, each of them boring a stake into his heart and making him wince in pain and anger. But in time, Harry's exhaustion took over and, with his alarm clock safely out of reach on Neville's bed, he slowly drifted off into an uneasy sleep.
Draco Malfoy
Draco walked into the Great Hall for a little late lunch, dressed to perfection. He wore a low cut bluejeans that sat just right on his hips and hugged his arse nicely, a black tight button down shirt who complimented his fair skin and showed off his slightly toned torso, and a pair of Prada boots. He had styled his hair so it was a bit tossled and made his bangs fall into his eyes. Around his neck he wore a silver chain which captured the colour of his eyes perfectly. Draco may have his insecurities, but his looks were not one of them. And right now he knew he looked good enough to eat. This was going to be almost too easy.
He sauntered towards the Slytherin table, quite aware of the lustful stares from both genders that followed in his wake. He threw a quick glanze over at the Gryffindor table, but no Harry in sight - Perfect! Lavender and Parvati were there though, and Hogwarts two biggest gossip girls were just what he needed now. Arriving at the Slytherin table he dropped down next to Blaise and gave him a dazzling smile. He knew Blaise wanted to get into his pants quite badly; he hadn't wanted to deal with that fact earlier, but now it came in handy. Blaise looked like christmas had come early and immediatly moved a little bit closer. Draco was well aware of the fact that Blaise knew what had happened between him and Harry at breakfast that morning and that Blaise would waste no time in trying to eliminate Harry from the picture.
"You look really sexy tonight Draco" Blaise whispered in his ear, "And you smell really sweet as well, mind if I take just a little nibble just to check if you taste just as sweet?" Draco had to fight not to roll his eyes at such a cheesy pick-up line. Blaise was Hogwarts biggest playboy, he should really consider upping his material somewhat. But right now it didn't matter, it made things just that much easier. He didn't answer, just shrugged and smiled again, taking a little bite of his rolls. When he felt Blaise's arms wrap around his waist and a mouth nibbling lightly on his neck he stiffened slightly, but didn't push the other boy away. And when he saw Lavender and Parvati hurrying out of the hall while whispering furiously to each other he got a sick feeling of triumph. Word would surely get back to Harry now.
Harry Potter
Voices. Girlish voices. Excited, too. And someone was prodding him. Actually, they were feeling his muscles quite a bit in the process, too... - What the...? Harry jerked upright, glasses askew, and glared at Lavender and Parvati, who had been busy petting and stroking him while chattering madly.
"What the hell is going on?!"
The girls drew their hands away at the tone of his voice, but continued chattering like mad.
"Harry, you'll never guess what we just saw..."
"It was shocking..."
"But so hot!"
"What were you thinking, falling asleep at a time like that, huh?"
"Oh, shut it, you stupid alarm clock!"
"Pff, I'll won't wake you in time for potions tomorrow, let's see who's stupid then!"
"Your alarm clock can talk? Ooh, how cute!"
"Gerroff me, human!"
"So what did you want to tell me? Goddamnit."
"Oh yes, that. It was soo hot, Harry!"
"But like, I'm not sure you'll appreciate it..."
"Cause well..."
"Yes?"
"You see, the thing is..."
"It's rather awkward actually..."
"Get to the bloody point, will you?"
"Well, you see... umm, at lunch..."
"Blaise was, well, umm... kinda... err, well... kissing Draco."
Silence. Even his alarm clock knew when not to anger the Boy Who Lived by ticking. Harry's eyes turned to slits, and when he spoke, his voice was dangerously calm.
"Tell me that i just heard you wrong."
Parvati cleared her throat nervously. "Umm, I'm afraid you didn't, Harry..."
That was all the explanation Harry needed. With a growl, he exploded in a bundle of anger, sending sparks flying everywhere. Before Lavender and Parvati's very eyes, he did the impossible and apparated within the boundaries of Hogwarts. With a crack he appeared right outside the great hall - Only to see Draco stroll out of its doors with Zabini's arm wrapped around his waist.
The chest monster that had until then been peacefully sleeping in Harry's chest gave a roar of fury, claws and teeth and fur standing off in all directions. Ignoring the frightened looks on both the Slytherins' faces, Harry stalked towards them, his wand pointed straight at Zabini's heart.
"What is the meaning of this?!"
Draco Malfoy
Both the Slytherin boys were startled when they heard a loud crack and Harry appeared seemingly out of nowhere. As Harry walked straight towards them Draco's mind fleetingly considered the fact that maybe he had gone too far this time. His green eyes were blazing and the air around him vibrating. It was dead scary and the hottest thing Draco had ever seen - In fact, it was almost enough to make him cast an Aguamenti over his own head to cool off.
"What is the meaning of this?"
Draco had to give Blaise some credit - Most people would have crumbled to the ground faced with Harry Potter's wand pointed at their hearts. He did look a bit shaken, but he stood his ground and merely sneered at Harry. "Okay", Draco thought, "either he's got more balls than I ever gave him credit for, or it's sheer stupidity." He opted for the latter.
"Well Potter, if you must know, me and Draco were just about to take a stroll through the grounds... Not that it's any of your business" Blaise replied in a forcibly bored voice. "Now kindly let us pass". He tightened his hold on Draco's waist - It actually hurt a bit. Draco winced slightly. He had yet to look Harry in the eyes, afraid of what he might find there.
Hermione Granger
Hermione was sitting in the common room looking over her potions essay after having an early lunch with Ron. Neither had seen Harry since he had walked out of the Great Hall at breakfast. Ron had confirmed that he was still sulking on his bed with the drapes drawn after they had come in from lunch. Ron was now seated next to Hermione working on his own essay for Snape.
Hermione looked up when the Fat Lady's portrait swung open to admitt a chatty and giggling Lavender and Parvati. She put her head back down to her essay but after a few seconds was interupted again by Ron tapping her on the arm.
"Umm, Hermione. Lavender and Parvati just went up the stairs to the boys dorms"
"Dont be silly, why would they do that?"
"Do you really think I'd be telling you if I knew that?"
In response, Hermione put her potions book and essay on the table infront of her and headed for the boy dormitories herself with Ron following closely behind. She reached the sixth year's dorm to find the door slightly ajar. Ron went to push it open but Hermione grabbed his wrist and whispered "No, lets just listen to what they have to say"
Before Lavender and Parvati's very eyes, Harry did the impossible and apparated within the boundaries of Hogwarts.
Hearing, the resounding crack typical of apparition, Hermione looked at Ron in shock. 'Did he just do what I think he just did?' she asked gasped before turning to the door and pushing it open. She saw that Lavender and Parvati were staring at the stop where Harry must have stood only seconds before. Hermione didn't wait to see what Ron's reaction was - She headed straight back down the stairs and out of the common room. She took the most direct route she knew to the Great Hall to try and stop Harry from doing something he might regret later.
Harry Potter
"Well Potter, if you must know, me and Draco were just about to take a stroll through the grounds; not that it's any of your business. Now kindly let us pass."
Harry's chest monster gave a growl that made the very walls of the entrance hall shake. His wand hand shaking, Harry was about to round on Draco and demand an explanation when he noticed Zabini tighten his grip around Draco's waist and the latter winced ever so slightly in pain. That was enough for Harry. His protective side roared up within him even loader than his chest monster and with a jab of his wand in Zabini's direction he yelled: "Serpensortia!"
A snake the length of a small bus errupted from his wand and looked at Harry as if asking what to do next. Eyes narrowed to snakelike slits himself, Harry began talking in Parseltongue. "Ssse one on ssse left. Sssat bitsssch", he hissed, and the snake promptly slithered towards Zabini with a low hiss, its tongue flickering hungrily.
Harry's voice was dangerously calm and as cold as ice as he glared at Zabini. "And now my dear, it isss time to ssstri-"
Draco Malfoy
"Ssse one on ssse left. Sssat bitsssch"
Oh dear Merlin, not Parseltongue. Draco had heard it lots of times before, but in much more satisfying situations. He would've been royally turned on by now if it wasn't for the fact of that large scary snake slithering towards himself and Blaise. Draco didn't understand what Harry was saying and became terrified. He hated snakes - not a good thing for a Slytherin, he knew, but there you go. He didn't really like the plushie snake he had bought for Harry either, but Harry loved it so he let it be.
He started to wriggle frantically to get out of Blaise's grip, which by now had tightened even worse. There would be bruises, he just knew. He chose this moment to finally look Harry in the eyes, his own wide with terror and regret.
"Harry, please, just make that thing go away, we'll work this out. Please" he pleaded while pushing at Blaise to let him go.
Harry Potter
Draco was saying something, but Harry didn't listen.
"And now my dear, it isss time to ssstrike! Kill ssse bassstard, make him sssuffer..."
The snake slowly drew itself up to its full hight...
...out of the corner of his eye, Harry noticed Draco trying to wriggle free from Zabini's grip...
...the snake drew back its head and hissed loudly...
...wriggle free from Zabini's... what?! Zabini was forcefully holding Draco?!
A new wave of anger surged up in Harry, and without thinking he swept his wand around in one long fluid movement away from Draco...
...the snake lunged at Zabini...
...just as the latter was thrown forcefully away from Draco and crashed headfirst into the stone wall of the entrance hall.
The snake missed Zabini by inches and spluttered in disappointment, while Zabini slid to the floor several feet away with a sickening crunch. He mumbled something about stars, stripes and Flitwick in a thong before passing out, but Harry didn't even glance at him. After all, he was lucky to have avoided the snake's killing blow. Instead, Harry focussed his attention on the blonde who was still standing, albeit looking like he might swoon any moment.
"I repeat, Draco: What is the meaning of this?"
The snake slithered back towards Harry, coiled around his legs and hissed dangerously in Draco's direction.
Hermione Granger
Hermione ran into the entrance hall at full pace, only to realize that she was too late to prevent the full outburst of Harry's anger. Zabini, who had obviously been the victim of said outburst, was lying crumpled in a corner; but no one was paying him any attention. Rather more disturbing was the ginormous snake coiling around Harry - It looked like it could swallow Hagrid whole, and that was saying something.
Hermione drew her wand whilst running and chanted "Evanesco" - The snake promptly disappeared.
"Harry! Will you never learn not to play with things that have minds of their own?"
Harry Potter
Harry would very much have liked to scold Hermione for banishing his new pet snake. He had it very well under control, thank you, and besides, it was cute as hell. He would have called it Miniscula, and it could have slept at the foot end of his bed! How could anyone have the heart to banish it?! Only the more pressing issue of Draco kept him from commenting; instead he kept glaring at his boyfriend, waiting for a response.
Draco Malfoy
Draco stood rooted to the spot, staring in shock at the spot where the huge snake had vanished. Then he chanced a look at his furious boyfriend, at a very irritated Hermione and finally, at the unconcious Blaise. He considered the fact that this may not be one of the brightest plans he had ever come up with, because however you chose to look at it, this whole mess was really his fault, with the stupid jealousy plan. Harry was supposed to come storming into the Great Hall, have a face-off with Blaise and profess his undying love for Draco. Funny how the worst laid plans failed.
This was the moment in which the Slytherin duo stupido ordinare decided to make their appearance. Crabbe and Goyle had finally finished lunch and stepped out of the Great Hall, probably to find someone to bully - All that food intake had to be worked off somehow. For once Draco was glad to see them, and gathered his wits enough to ask them to take Blaise up into the hospital wing to be checked over by Madam Pomfrey. As usual they didn't ask any questions, Crabbe just flung Blaise unceremoniously over his shoulder and they trotted off. "If Pomfrey asked what happened just tell her he ran into a stray hex from one of his numerous exes, she'll have no trouble believing that" he yelled after them.
The aftershock of what had happened started to dawn on him, he shook a little so he wrapped his arms around himself to try and stop it, all the while averting his eyes away from Harry's intense glaring. He very much resembled a kicked puppy. Finally, he drew his breath; Harry was waiting impatiantly for his explanation.
"Please Harry you have to belive me I swear I never cheated on you we never even kissed it was just a stupid attempt to make you jealous so that you'd say you love me and then that huge ugly snake turned up and please you have to belive that I never intended for this to happen I just love you so much and I'm so scared of losing you and then sometimes that makes me do stupid things please forgive me" he said without breathing. Merlin, could he be more pathetic, he thought. "I'm so very sorry" he added in a whisper.
Harry Potter
Harry stood glowering at Draco. The bastard even had the cheek to take care of Blaise before answering him, for hell's sake! Harry tapped his foot angrily. Well, stomped, more like, actually. Stomped so hard that the ground shook. Oops.
"If Pomfrey asked what happened just tell her he ran into a stray hex from one of his numerous exes, she'll have no trouble beliving that", Draco yelled after Crabbe and Goyle as they carried Blaise away. Harry was just about to make a nasty snide remark about not being one of Blaise's exes, as opposed to a certain someone standing opposite him apparantly, when Draco looked at him with his patented puppy-eyes look and started gushing about how he had just tried to make Harry jealous. The latter listened in surprise, not sure whether to scream, laugh or cry. But then -
"I'm so very sorry", whispered Draco...
Harry started in shock. Draco never apologized! It just didn't fit... it...
...and then suddenly, he was upon him, hugging him, whispering words of forgiveness, of apology for forgetting their anniversary, and then their lips met and the hall around them faded and Hermione's scolding didn't matter anymore and it was heaven and...
"Bloody hell", said Ron upon entering the hall. "Do they have to do that in public?"
Draco Malfoy
Draco almost felt like crying out of sheer relief. He really thought he had gone too far this time, and that his stupid, thoughtless actions would cost him his boyfriend, his Harry. It felt so good to be in Harry's arms again, hearing his soothing words and the feel of those soft, warm lips on his forehead, nose, neck, cheeks and last on his mouth. Draco gave back as good as he got, and when he felt a tounge lightly caressing his lips he eagerly opened up and met it with his own. Mmm, he could just kiss his sexy boyfriend forever. He tightened his hold around Harry's neck, afraid that if he let up his grip Harry would somehow disappear.
"I'm truly sorry Harry" he whispered in his boyfriends ear. "I never let him kiss me on the mouth, I swear. Only you, never anyone else. I don't care about the anniversary, it doesn't matter, you show me every day that you care, I was just being stupid and making a big fuss." He was now hugging Harry so tight that the Boy Who Lived was in serious danger of being suffocated. Harry was however, saved by the bell...
"Bloody hell", said Ron upon entering the hall. "Do they have to do that in public?"
Draco looked over Harry's shoulder at a slightly green Ronald Weasley. "Weasley" he sneered, "you're almost as subtle as Hagrid twirling through the Great Hall wearing a pink tutu!" He then looked up at his boyfriend and smiled sweetly. "Harry, love, can we please go somewhere a bit more private, I would really like to make this whole ordeal up to you, somehow." He licked his swollen lips and looked at Harry suggestively, completely ignoring the gagging noises now coming from the weasel.
Harry Potter
"Harry, love, can we please go somewhere a bit more private, I would really like to make this whole ordeal up to you, somehow."
Harry grinned. Now that was an offer he couldn't refuse. He pulled Draco away from a spluttering Ron and a giggling Hermione, and they ran off hand in hand.
They soon reached the dungeons, and Harry barely registered how Draco cried out the password to the Slytherin common room - "Salazar is a Sex God" - nor how they raced through it and into Draco's dorm, nor how they cast a locking charm on the door. All he knew was that they had somehow ended up on Draco's bed and that his boyfriend was now squirming in anticipation beneath him.
Harry leaned forward and captured his mouth in a searing kiss. All the pent up emotions of the day were let out as their tongues fought mercilessly for domination, and when they finally broke the kiss both of them were out of breath. Draco gasped as Harry's lips descended again, this time fiercly sucking and licking at his neck. In one swift movement, Harry tore open Draco's robes and descended even further, his lips finding a nipple, caressing it, his tongue swirling around it and his teeth finally biting it softly. Draco moaned and arched into the touch, whimpering when the soft lips lost contact, only to groan again in extasy as they moved even further down.
His zipper flew open to Harry's expert hands and he felt his boyfriend's hot breath just... there... And then Harry looked up and locked his eyes on Draco's. That one moment was enough to convey all their true feelings, all their true love, and Draco knew that the events of the day were well and truely forgotten.
With a mischievous grin, Harry lowered his eyes again, opened his mouth and leaned forward.
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The End of Episode One
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