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A/N: This story was written for NYSnowflake. It is their birthday in January, and they asked me if I could write them a Draco/Harry story for the occasion.
They asked for any plot, as long as it is Drarry. They also said they don't mind as long as it is hot, steamy and sexy. They wanted it to be magical and with Harry as the top.
So here is my attempt at their request. I hope NYSnowflake enjoys it, and everyone else too.
The Calm Before The Storm
Gracefully sat leaning against a tree, one leg stretch in front of him, and the other raised up and bent at the knee. Draco liked the spot he had chosen, the tree provided a sanctuary, a quiet spot away from the busy grounds.
The day was stifling hot and most of the students were somewhere outside trying to enjoy the sunshine. The climate in Scotland is temperate and very changeable, but rarely extreme. The average temperatures are lower than in the rest of Great Britain, but today seemed to defy all logic.
Draco, like the rest of the students, had to cease the opportunity to enjoy the delightful hot summers day. Scotland was not only usually cold, but the part of Scotland Hogwarts was in, was one of the wettest places in the UK.
Dumbledore once said to Draco, "There's no such thing as bad weather, only the wrong clothes!" Draco thought the old man was deranged, randomly sprouting his so called wisdom. Now Dumbledore was dead, Draco found he missed his insight into life.
The memory of the day Dumbledore died still pains him, but he deals with it and has managed to push the unwanted thoughts about it to one side. He wasn't going to return for his repeated seventh year, but he realised that Dumbledore and Snape would have wanted him to get his NEWTs, so he returned.
His potions book was opened beside him on the grass, left unread and ignored. Draco wanted to roll his sleeves up it was so hot, but he didn't want to reveal his dark mark. It would only attract attention, and unwanted comments. He could use a glamour, but then people would mock him for trying to cover it up. They all knew he had the mark. So he cast another cooling charm and looked around him.
Dean Thomas had packed a 'football', Draco knew what it was as he heard Dean explaining it to Seamus and few others. He had convinced them to try and play an impromptu game of football. With jumpers on the ground to indicate the goals.
He tried to ignore them, but they were a rowdy group. It didn't help that Weasley and Potter were also planning on playing football. Weasley didn't know the meaning of peace and quiet, and Potter was just as bad when around his dorm mates.
Draco was interested in the rules of the game, but Dean said they are only playing for fun and to basically try and kick it in the goal. Most goals win.
Ron was named goalie and had to stop the other team from scoring, and Neville was the other goalie. Draco watched as they began to scramble for the ball, it was rather boring compared to Quidditch, but still looked like fun. To have a relaxing, kick about with your friends, laughing and smiling, soaking up the sun. Was nice – shame Draco wasn't invited, and didn't have enough friends to make up a small team. Besides Pansy would try and ram the football somewhere unwanted if he suggested they play football.
Draco chuckled at the thought of Pansy kicking the ball in the goal, pulling her top over her head and running around shouting, 'Goooooaaaaallllllllllll' like Dean Thomas currently was.
Draco caught Ginny Weasley sat on the side lines, openly enjoying the sight of Dean's exposed torso. Draco frowned, he looked over at Potter to see if he noticed his girlfriend-almost wife-love of his life, checking out another guy. Potter was too busy trying to avoid looking at Dean and his exposed body.
Draco grinned, Potter was such an awkward person. He was obviously uncomfortable with the naked human body, especially a male body. You would think after sharing a dorm with other boys, and playing Quidditch he would be used to seeing bare chests.
Draco himself was gay, and was not grossed out by a bare chest of a male. In fact he had also checked out Dean Thomas' body, and decided it wasn't as nice as Blaise's and turned to study She Weasel and Potter.
Dean lowered his top and grinned, Ginny looked disappointed and Harry seemed relieved that he wasn't subjected to a half naked man. Bloody homophobe, prude and annoying tosser, Draco thought.
Draco didn't notice that Harry was in fact blushing from the surprised flashing Dean gave. Harry had spent the summer re-evaluating a lot of things about himself, he was frank and honest. He admitted to himself, then Ron, Hermione and Ginny, that deep down he always thought he was different but never had time to think about it. Now that he had, he couldn't deny it any more. He was attracted to men, and wasn't really attracted to women. He apologised to Ginny, who took it well and said she was pinning after Dean anyway.
So when Dean scored a goal and lifted his top over his head, Harry eyes automatically zoned in on the new exposed skin. Dean had a decent enough body, but he didn't play quidditch and he didn't really exercise. All the walking up and down stairs to get to Gryffindor tower and general youth made him attractive enough. Harry wasn't attracted to Dean, but he still got hot and bothered whenever he saw relatively good looking men expose themselves.
He turned and looked away, hoping Dean will lower his top before he started staring at Dean's nipples, or something as equally ridiculous. To his relief Dean covered himself up and patted Harry on the back. They were on the same team, and Dean scoring a goal meant they were currently winning.
Draco watched as Dean patted Potter on the back, then he sprinted off, running past She Weasel and winking. Draco knew Potter was stupid and oblivious to his surroundings, but to not realise that your dorm-mate was blatantly flirting with your girlfriend was a bit thick.
Seamus scored next and decided to copy Dean in his celebratory actions, lifting the hem of his top over his face and head, running around with his hands in the air. Draco screwed up his nose, Finnegan had a pasty body, with a small podgy belly and Draco thought it was a disgusting sight. It didn't help that he knew who the chest belonged to.
Dean laughed and called out, "Put it away Seamus you're making the girls eyes bleed."
Seamus lowered his top and called Dean a, "Caffler."
Draco frowned, he had no idea what that was. However the Gryfindor boys knew and started laughing. Draco could only assume it was some Irish profanity, and sharing a dorm with the Irish Git the other had picked up on his Irish terms.
Draco was intrigued, and although he dislikes She Weasel, he was thankful when he heard her ask what a Caffler was.
Harry elbowed Seamus, "Gin you don't want to know." He called.
She crossed her arms, "Sod off Harry. I'm not some delicate flower you need to protect. I probably know more swear words than you, what with growing up with six idiot brothers."
Harry looked annoyed for a moment, then shrugged and walked away to talk to Neville. Seamus laughed and said, "A Chaffler is someone who is an arsehole, idiot, eejit..."
She stood and covered his mouth with her hand, laughing she said, "Okay I get it."
She jumped back and squealed like the silly girl she was, Draco thought.
"Ow Seamus you just licked my palm, Gross." She said as she wiped her hand on his shirt.
"Well don't cover my mouth then. Back to the game." He called to the others.
Ginny shook her head and joined Hermione on the grass watching the game.
Draco thought that things seemed awkward between Ginny and Potter for a moment there, but it was probably just him seeing things that weren't there.
Draco renewed his cooling charm, once again irritable that he couldn't wear short sleeves, or roll his sleeves up. He picked up the forgotten potions book and began to read the introduction on the next lesson.
He only managed to read a few sentences when he felt a thud, and a hard object smacked him in the face, and knocked the book out of his hands. His hand flew up to touch his now bleeding nose, and he looked down in his lap to see the fucking football.
Someone had kicked it at him, most likely by accident – but still Draco was pissed. Draco felt pain in his face, and the blood trickle from his nose. His vision was a bit off and he had a headache. He stood and glared at the group of players.
They all looked like they were waiting for the inevitable shouting from him. Some were stifling laughter, like Ron. Others seemed concerned, strangely Potter was one of them. Probably worried I will retaliate and hurt his friends.
Draco pulled his wand out and cast a spell that popped the ball, dropping it on the grass. He glared at them and stomped off to the infirmary to get his nose fixed.
Draco heard Seamus use another rude Irish Profanity, and decided that Finnegan had a foul mouth. The school nurse healed his nose and said he was free to go. Before he could leave Potter came in and looked guiltily at the floor.
"Did you kick that ball in my face Potter?" He asked, Potter looked like he was wrestling with guilt.
Potter lifted his head and their eyes met, Draco knew he wouldn't be mad at Potter. He couldn't, just one look in those eyes and he was a goner. If it was anyone else Draco would be tearing them a new one, but Potter looked sorry.
"Um yeah it was. Sorry. It was an accident I swear. I didn't even know you were there. I didn't hurt you did I?" He asked concerned, as he stepped closer.
Draco sighed, "Yes it hurt, I had a ball kicked in my face and I broke my nose. But It's healed now, and I guess that makes us even." he casually answered, hoping he made Potter feel better.
Fucking great, you're the one that gets a ball kicked in his face resulting in a broken nose, and you want to make Potter feel better. You are pathetic! A voice drawled in his head, he ignored it.
However he felt better when Potter smiled slowly, "Yeah we're even. Um you left your book by the tree, I thought you'd want it." Potter handed him his potions book.
Draco accepted it and their fingers briefly touched. Potter let the book go in surprise and Draco almost dropped it.
"Thanks. I was trying to study when you brutally attacked me." He teased.
Harry snorted, "This is third year all over again. Talk about exaggeration Malfoy." he joked.
Draco wasn't insulted he could tell they were..Flirting? He thought, No. Not flirting! Teasing, being playful. He corrected.
"Well let me kick a ball in your face and see if you complain!" He sneered half heartily.
Harry shook his head, "Nah you're alright I'll pass thanks. Do you want me to spell your shirt clean? You have blood all over it." Harry pointed to Draco's stained shirt.
Draco looked down and grimaced, "Oh no that's okay. I'll do it later. Thanks for offering though. And thanks for bringing my book back" He sincerely said.
"No problem. I'd better go before the others wonder where I got to. Oh and I think Dean will be demanding a new ball from you."
Harry chuckled and shook his head disapprovingly again, "Bursting his ball Malfoy, very mature." He grinned at him.
Draco smirked, "It was rather brilliant. Thanks Potter."
"Um you said that. Bye Malfoy." And Harry left.
Draco couldn't help smiling, Potter was strange, but he was very endearing.
- TBC-
