A/N: I do not own anything. Mature content. AU. Drarry. No Voldemort return but Harry did defeat him as a baby, deals with unwanted fame, goes through enough dangers with a loose basilisk, giant spiders, the confusion about Sirius Black and the dementors; he is tired to be the Boy Who Lived. Then in the 6th year, the Triwizard Tournament happens and the Goblet of Fire chooses Harry of its own accord. Harry is fed up and tired but has no choice but to compete.
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Harry is having a bad day, same as all days seem to be lately. He doesn't want to be a Hogwarts champion, but the Goblet of Fire chose him, and apparently, everything around here constitutes a magical binding contract. What a load of crap.
When he was eleven or twelve, he loved adventure and wanted to prove himself, be a Marauder like his dad. Now he just wants to be a regular school kid, maybe become a professional Quidditch player and travel the world playing for England, but shit never works the way he wants. Since he was named a champion, the school is divided between his adoring fans and haters.
Even his friends and fellow Gryffindors are in one of the two camps. Ron and Seamus are insanely jealous and barely talk to him. Hermione is trying to help but she gets too annoying, always on his case, yapping non-stop. He convinced her to pay attention to Dean Thomas' advances, and thank Merlin, they are dating and her mouth is occupied somewhere else if you catch my drift.
He spends time here and there with Neville, who is the calmest and supportive, but all he talks about is plants. After a couple of hours, Harry just wants to scream, "Fuck the Mimbulus Mimbletonia, I don't give a shit!"
These days Harry spends a lot of time alone. As soon as classes are done, he runs to the library, or to the lake, and distracts himself with homework and thinking about the Tournament tasks. He knows he will be facing a dragon first, the whole school knows by now. He hatched a plan of action to get his broom to the pitch with a summoning charm and then try to outfly the dragon. He tries to stop the shaking of his hands. He is the best flyer in school, but we are talking about a fucking dragon. This place is fucking insane. He collects his things and begins to walk back to the castle. Maybe he can sneak inside unseen if everyone is on their way to dinner. Maybe ask Dobby to bring him some food to his room. That little elf manages to be one of the few perks of his unwanted fame.
Not much luck, though. When he walks into the outer courtyard, there was fucking Malfoy and his cronies.
"Hey Potter, ready to be broiled? My father and I have a bet…"
Harry cuts him off, walking to stand right in front of the blond's face fearlessly.
"I don't give a shit, Malfoy. If I die maybe you can throw a party to celebrate and then you will have to find something else to fill up your pathetic life." He gives a dirty look to Crabbe and Goyle, who seem to be paralyzed. Those stupid gorillas are all bark and no bite.
Harry looks back straight into Malfoy's grey eyes and got so close to his face that Draco could feel his minty breath on his lips.
"Think about it, Malfoy. What would your sad life be without me?"
He turns on his heel and leaves the blond standing there breathing hard, feeling a mix of anger and confusion. The two gorillas just watch stupidly. They never understand anything.
Two days later Harry stays late in the library, waiting for everyone else to leave. He sees Malfoy on the corner table alone, apparently doing his homework, so he let him be. Still, he could swear the blonde kept stealing glances at him. His cronies are allergic to the library, so he was alone.
When it got close to curfew, Harry stands up and walks to the stacks to put back a couple of books. Malfoy does the same, and Harry's guard goes up. He feels the need once again to attack first, so he acts quickly. In a swift move, he pushes Malfoy's back against the stacks and pushes his body weight flush against the other boy to immobilize him. In the library, he couldn't raise his voice, so he softly growls into Draco's ear
"You are not following me, are you, Malfoy?"
Draco tries to wiggle himself free for a second but then seems to surrender and whispers back in his ear
"Fuck you, Potter."
Harry feels his warm breath and shivers up and down his spine and straight to his groin. He takes a few deep breaths, inhaling the intoxicating smell of Draco's cologne and pushes himself harder against him, in a mix of both aggression and arousal.
"Have you thought about it? What your life would be without me?"
Draco blushes and turns his face to the side to avoid Harry's eyes, leaving his neck exposed. Harry instinctively bares his teeth and softly nibbles at the blonde's pulse. They jump back moments later when Madam Pince speaks to announce that it is time to close the library. Both boys leave the library in a hurry, one towards the tower, the other running down to the dungeons.
Draco gets ready for bed quickly and closes the green curtains around his four-poster bed. Then he closes his eyes and slides his hand inside his pajama bottoms to touch himself, hoping that Harry is doing the same.
The next couple of days Harry feels the need to go back to the Great Hall for meals, only so he could sit facing the Slytherin table. He had entered a sort of animal state in anticipation of the dangerous task to come, and people were now steering clear of him, as he seems to be ready to pounce at the slightest provocation. When he stares at the blond across the hall, everyone assumes that Harry's aggression is looking for a release, and maybe the long standoff between him and Malfoy will finally end up in a fistfight. No one wants part of it. Only Malfoy will hold his glance, himself looking like a snake ready to attack.
The next few days come and go like this. Harry wins the first tournament task in a spectacular fashion and allows himself a few moments of adrenaline and glory. But then it's over. The task was done, the number of haters fell, but the fans were being just as annoying. Everyone wants a piece of the champion, but nobody seems interested in the real Harry. So he withdraws even more.
After the first task, the champion tents next to the dragon pitch are still there, so Harry has a new hiding place. He sneaks out of the castle when everyone is at dinner and heads towards the tents. The first couple of times he wore his invisibility cloak, but then it seemed like no one was paying attention, so he just walks there unnoticed.
The fourth day after the task he has the feeling of being followed. It was getting dark and the wind makes noises on the trees around him, so he couldn't be sure. Still, he keeps ahold of his wand in his pocket, just in case. When he gets into the tent and drops his school bag next to one of the beds, he hears someone walk in behind him.
Malfoy is there, approaching slowly, carefully. He doesn't seem to have his wand so Harry decides to let it play out. Draco closes the distance between them and then pushes some more, until the back of Harry's legs hit the bed and he loses his balance, falling back on it. Draco pounces and quickly uses his own weight to pin him down, pulling Harry's wrists above his head and holding them there.
Harry growls and Draco hisses in return. He rearranges his legs to straddle Harry and gives a smooth roll to his hips, rubbing his erection against the brunette's groin and finding with satisfaction that the other boy was hardening too.
They stare each other down for a minute, breathing through bared teeth. Harry lifts his head and with the tip of his tongue licks Draco's lower lip. The blond's silver eyes filled with lust and he slowly dips his head until he catches Harry in a deep, open-mouthed kiss. When he feels the brunette reciprocate, he lets go of the grip on his wrists and they hold onto each other desperately, their kisses getting sloppier and more passionate, their hands exploring under their shirts.
Harry rolls over to position himself on top and sit back for a moment to take off his glasses and then his shirt. Draco follows and then reaches for Harry's jeans with trembling hands. Harry complies and once he is only wearing boxers, he helps Draco out of his trousers. Only then they slow down and Harry feels his bravado slip away. He slides down and lies down next to Draco, breathing heavily.
Draco notices his nervous mood and gives him a meaningful look. "What is it?" he asks.
Harry takes a deep breath, trying to find the right words. "Do you…have experience? You know, doing this?"
Draco lowers his eyes and shakes his head no. "I've kissed, and gotten a hand job once. That's it."
Harry reaches to cup his face with one hand. "I guess we'll have to figure it out as we go?"
Draco smiles softly and pulls him close for a kiss. They face each other, caressing and kissing, letting themselves explore their bodies, slowly getting rid of their underwear. They both caress each other's erections softly, kissing without stopping. This was the most erotic moment of either of their short lives.
"I'm not going to last," Draco murmurs, a bit embarrassed.
Harry smiles, still kissing him. "Me neither, I think I'm going to explode." With that, he grips Draco's cock and strokes it firmly. The blond only has half a mind to grasp at Harry's ass and pull him closer while stroking him in return. When he feels Harry's cock tighten up and begin to pulse, he lets himself go and both of their chests and bellies are soon covered with each other's release.
They stay there in silence, entangled in each other's limbs, still kissing softly. Draco slips his fingers through Harry's messy, dark hair, looks into his eyes and says
"I don't want to imagine a world without you in it. When you were fighting that dragon, I felt that my heart would rip open if any harm came to you, as if it were my fault. I am sorry for every horrible thing I ever said to you. Would you forgive me?"
Harry's eyes get teary. For some strange reason this moment, in this tent, held in the arms of his former nemesis, feels like home. Maybe their animosity was nothing but a mix of jealousy and desire, a need for proximity, a fight against the beliefs they had growing up.
"I will forgive you if you promise to stick around and be this Draco. I like him much more than nasty Draco."
The blonde boy laughs softly,
"I'm kind of tired of that guy too. He's lonely, too sulky for my taste."
Harry nods, caressing the blond's soft hair and then flashes a naughty smile.
"Do you think we can get away with spending the night in here and sneaking back into the castle in the morning?"
Draco shrugs. "If we get caught, we'll get detention. Together. I wouldn't mind that too much."
Harry laughs, feeling happy for the first time since that damn Goblet spit out his name.