Chapter 1.
We really need to stop doing this.
"We really need to stop doing this." Harry says as he sits up from the bed, still wet with sweat. He stands up, pacing, as if thinking what to say. He lets his eyes wander, only for a second, to the naked body of Draco lying there on the bed. Legs still open yet still so poised and arrogant. Draco notices, he raises his eyebrows. Harry looks away. He and Draco had been hooking up for a month now. He never knew the Room of Requirement could have so many uses. Draco laughs,
"Potter, I'm not the one who started this."
Harry flushes. That was true. It was he that had made the first move. It was he that was fighting him out in the cold. It was he that had kissed him. And it was he that had fucked him soon after. Draco chuckles again. Harry gulps, pulling on his robe. It is cold this night. Winter has begun and even the thick walls of this magic room can't keep out the cold. Maybe Harry is exaggerating.
"Well... uh... You're stupid."
Harry says stuttering. Draco smirks, rolls his eyes. He doesn't even dignify that with a response. The Slytherin stands up with grace and starts to dress. Harry eyes him, waiting for an answer. He knows it was a stupid thing to say. That it obviously didn't phase him. Draco doesn't reply and eventually Harry stops waiting.
The two dress, not speaking, keeping their distance, but every now and again glancing up to make sure the other is still there. Draco finishes first, he dresses himself with a sort of finesse, a sort of pride. He walks over to Harry who is still struggling to put on his shoes, he places a hand on his shoulder. Winks slyly.
"See you here tomorrow Potter."
Then he starts to walk away. Harry doesn't know what to say. Draco shouldn't be in control of whatever this is. Draco can't read what he's thinking. For all he knows this is the last time Harry comes to him late at night. The last time he turns up at the room. The last time his heart flutters when Draco laughs. Harry calls after him,
"This was the last time. I swear."
Draco calls back to him, smiling.
"I'll see you tomorrow, Potter."
Harry finishes dressing and heads back to the Griffindor common room. It is late. Too late. He hadn't planned this, he never does. He expects Ron and Hermione would have wondered where he had been. They're starting to catch on, he's sure of it. He arrives. The fire is out and the room is cold and quiet. He slips up to the dorm and falls back onto the bed not even changing out of his clothes.
Its not that they smell of Draco or anything... He's just... He's just too tired to change. Harry stares at the ceiling for a moment thinking about what he has gotten himself into. Then he closes his eyes and starts to drift off to sleep. He feels himself falling into a dream, sniffing deeply into his shirt as he does. Ink and Jasmine. God, Draco is making a mess of him.
…...
Harry is sitting in the Great Hall eating breakfast when it happens. Ron and Hermione are talking to him but he isn't listening. No. He is too busy staring across at that grey eyed Slytherin. Draco is looking back. Smirking. Harry mouths see you tonight. Draco mouths I knew 1 would. Harry rolls his eyes. Draco always had to be a prick. Suddenly Draco looks away. Harry doesn't know why, he would have asked but he has a problem of his own. He is now being glared at by a very angry Hermione and a very confused Ron. She says,
"Are you even listening to me?"
Harry winces. "Sorry I was a bit distracted."
Ron says,
"Were you..."
Hermione starts to rant, interrupting Ron, but it doesn't seem to matter as Ron looks too shocked to continue speaking anyway.
"God Harry. We're really worried about you. You keep sneaking off late at night, and yes, we notice, and no, we don't know where you go. Where do you go? And now I'm pretty sure Malfoy is up to something and you haven't even been investigating. Are you suddenly a Death Eater because you're sure acting sketchy... Sorry I didn't mean that... I... I uh am just worried about you Harry. Can you tell me what's going on?"
All the while Hermione was talking Ron was just sitting there wide eyed, thinking. Harry nods and answers calmingly,
"I'm sorry... I wish I could tell you but I really can't."
Hermione says, sighing,
"I understand Harry, but just know when..."
She's interrupted by Ron.
"What's going on with you and Malfoy?"
Harry gulps. Turns a shade of crimson and averts his eyes. Well played Harry freaking dumbass that wasn't suspicious at all.
"Uh... nothing."
Ron just laughs.
"Yeah. That's believable."
Hermione raises an eyebrow,
"If you don't tell us we will find out for ourselves."
Harry knows they will.
…...
Draco wakes up. He slept well, reasonably. He had been fucked by Potter at an unreasonable hour, but he still slept well. At least he didn't wake up in a pool of sweat like normal. Draco sighs. He knows now he needs to put on his mask. He needs to be the Prince of Slytherin. The bad guy. The... future Death Eater. Draco has to be the villain in this story of his.
He stands up. Everyone else in the dorm is sound asleep. He makes his way down to the common room. Young Slytherin first years see him and scurry. The little twits. Draco sits down, yawning as he does. He thinks about last night. It was a good way to relieve some tensions... It wasn't that he liked Potter. Potter is the chosen one. He is the bad guy. Apart from the Dark Lord, Draco is his enemy. Plus, Potter is a flaming idiotic Griffindor.
So what? They hooked up. It didn't mean anything. It isn't as if with Potter he felt a twinge of something, a twinge that wouldn't go away. A twinge that he knew that would come back to bite him but one he couldn't bear to snuff out. Draco leans back in the chair. He closes his eyes. He is Draco Malfoy. He is son of Lucius Malfoy. He wears his mask and he runs his house and eventually... eventually he will serve the Dark Lord.
After half an hour almost the whole house is awake. Draco simply sits, looking cold and calculated, pretending to be coming up with some grand scheme. He already has his plans in order, he had already thought about what today would bring months ago. Potter may have slightly disrupted his balance, slightly caught him off guard when he kissed him, but Draco is still Draco,and he refuses to lose to Potter. Draco clearly still has the upper hand.
His friends gather around him, if you could call them that. They are Blaise, Pansy, Daphne, Theodore, Crabbe and Goyle. They don't really expect him to talk to them. He has grown more and more distant as he's grown older. Draco knows he can't have friends. He knows it is dangerous for not only them but for him. He shouldn't have even considered seeing Potter but...
He tunes into their conversation. Trying to distract himself from his own thoughts. Blaise is talking.
"... I mean for a mudblood she is smart so I had to find another way to trick her. So I convinced her I was someone else. And then she actually fell for it..."
Draco tunes out again. It would seem Blaise was talking yet again about his schemes to trick and embarrass all mudbloods. Draco doesn't like them either but it seems like a waste of time to try and trick them at every opening. He shrugs internally. It doesn't really bother him if Blaise gets his jollies by scaring people. Draco just wishes he could focus on his 'friends' for one moment instead of reverting back to thinking about Potter. This is worse than any hex Draco thinks to himself.
Eventually they make it to the Great Hall. Draco strides in, confident, expressionless, like he owns the place. He eventually takes a seat, surrounded yet again by his friends. Before he has even taken his first bite he can feel Harry's eyes bearing down upon him. He waits a while. He makes Harry wait and then he glances up casually. He smirks.
They stare like that for a few moments. No one seeming to notice this silent exchange. Then Harry mouths something to him. Draco isn't sure what he said for a moment but then he realises. Harry had said 'see you tonight.' Draco smirks. He knew the Griffindor couldn't resist him. He replies back 'I knew you would'. Harry rolls his eyes but nods all the same. Draco's attention is suddenly snapped away from the exchange when he hears Pansy call him by name.
"Draco, what was that?"
Draco turns to her. Raises and eyebrow.
"What was what?"
She grins.
"What did you say to Potter? Are you challenging him to a fight or something?"
Draco wants to run. He wants to let a blush push across his face. To show his true self for once. He wants to get out of there but he knows that will only attract suspicion. So, instead he grins maliciously.
"Yeah. We're having a duel after classes."
She looks back at him excited. Suddenly everyone near him is staring, straining to hear.
"Can we come watch?"
Draco pauses. He pretends to think. This needs to sound real. Then with practiced fluency his lies fall off his tongue like commandments,
"Potter and I wish to have a private duel. It is about a personal matter. He insulted me and now he needs to pay. Plus I would love to see that smile wiped off his face."
And replaced with a moan he thinks. Pansy slumps back a bit, but eventually quietly says,
"I get it. He dishonoured you so now he needs to pay. Its probably too personal."
She says those last words with extra emphasis, as if trying to say she knows something. But, Draco knows she doesn't. Draco knows she's just trying to get a reaction. Pansy is clever like that. She gets a suspicion that something is going on, a hunch and they're usually right, and she tricks the person into revealing the truth. Draco knows her too well. What worries him is the fact that she has a hunch about him and Potter. He will have to keep that in mind and be more careful. Draco sneers,
"Honestly I think Potter is a snivelling wimp. He challenges me to a duel publicly. And then when he says something he knows is sure to piss me off and make me embarrass him he says oh can we do it privately. But I always knew the 'chosen one' didn't have the guts to show his face when he thought he would lose."
Pansy stares at him,
"What did he say?"
Draco stares back, his eyes piercing into hers, warning her not to proceed.
"What do you mean?"
She ignores his warning and asks,
"What did he say to anger you so much?"
Suddenly the whole table is looking at the exchange. All thinking 'what is he hiding' or 'how can I use this to my advantage.' Draco sneers,
"Wouldn't you like to know? Then you can get hexed too."
Soon after that Pansy drops the subject, she clearly feels unease as Draco is purposely staring at her for far to long with far too much intensity. He cannot have his people searching for cracks in his mask. That will be the death of him.
…...
Throughout the day Ron and Hermione eye him strangely. Whispering between themselves. It puts Harry on edge. What also puts him on edge is Draco glaring at him every few seconds. He gets that they're enemies or whatever but he doesn't understand what has brought this on. Suddenly Harry is confused. Does Draco not want to fuck him any more?
Harry decides to write a note. He can't have this. He can't be this unsure. He needs to know. Harry brings out a slip of parchment and writes.
Changed your mind about tonight? Is that why you're glaring at me so much?
-H
Harry slips the note into his own pocket and tries to focus for the rest of Potions. But, it is hard when his fucking lover/enemy is constantly glaring at him. Soon the class is over. Harry is relieved because he's not sure how much more he could have taken. Harry stands, Ron and Hermione follow. He walks over near Draco then purposely bumps into him and drops the note into his hand.
Ron and Hermione take no notice. Just before Harry is out the door he feels Draco subtly bump into him on the way out, this time passing the note back to him.
Potter,
I always glare at you.
-D
Then Draco is out of sight and Harry is left smiling at the note. Ron keeps trying to peek at it over his shoulder.
"What is that?"
He says. Harry shrugs,
"None of your business."
Then he strides off, Hermione and Ron trailing worriedly behind.
…...
Harry is walking to his next class when he hears Draco's voice,
"Hey Potter!"
Harry turns. Walks forward. Stares. What is Draco doing? He gives a confused expression. Draco says,
"Are you trying to back out of tonight?"
Did Draco just say that in front of everybody? Did he really? Is he not realising that? Is Draco an idiot? Questions flood to his mind and Harry can't help but blush. Draco rolls his eyes, he elaborates,
"Don't you even show up for duels any more?"
What is he... Oh. Draco must have put up some sort of cover story. That was smart really. Harry sneers,
"Its surprising I even show, seeing how I'll win anyway Malfoy. No fun in a game I always win at."
Draco grins.
"Are you really sure about that Potter? Are you sure? You can back out now but... I'm afraid there will be consequences. I mean that's why you wanted to duel in private right? So that you could back out?"
Even though this is a cover story for them shagging, Draco is still trying to embarrass Harry. He can't say he's surprised.
"Malfoy, when you come back to Slytherin... hurt... they'll know who did it. I just wanted to spare you that trouble."
Harry pauses.
"And don't think that was me being nice to you... because I was only doing that to compensate for later... When I'm not nice."
Draco smirks, then snarls,
"See you then Potter. Carry your wits about you. Never know when you'll need them."
Then Draco and his group leave, leaving Ron and Hermione speechless. He says,
"I didn't know you were duelling Malfoy, Harry. Why didn't you say?"
"Its personal."
Ron and Hermione both raise their eyebrows. She says,
"What the hell does that mean?"
…...
Draco stands outside the Room of Requirement. He had spent all afternoon trying to shake his 'friends' so he could get here. They obviously wanted to watch, even if Draco had said it was personal, time and time again. He stared. What did he need right now? He calls,
"I need the room for Potter and I."
Within a few seconds the familiar room opens up and Draco walks inside. It is a large room with a wooden floor and huge glowing ceiling lights. There are rugs on the floor, food on platters and a huge four poster bed near the centre of the room. Draco steps inside, the door closing with a thud behind him. He takes a dainty seat on the rug near a platter of food, even now keeping his mask in place. He picks up a chocolate covered strawberry and decides to slowly eat it. When he finishes he just looks around impatiently.
He waits a few moments and then sure enough there is Harry standing there at the edge of the room. Harry looks at him. The way Harry looks at him... Draco takes a breath. He smirks. He stands.
"It seems you were wrong Potter."
Harry seems confused, but takes a step towards him anyway, removing his scarf as he does.
"You said last time was the last time. It seems we are very much here again and you have the same intentions."
Harry pauses.
"I don't understand."
Draco smirks. Sometimes Potter makes it too easy for him.
"I would be surprised if you did understand."
Harry rolls his eyes.
"No, I don't understand why you made a cover. The duel? We didn't need it. No one needed to know we were meeting."
Draco sighs.
"Pansy is very intuitive. She saw us talking to each other at breakfast and started asking questions so I said we were going to fight... privately because you had insulted me."
Harry takes a step closer.
"I always insult you."
Draco sighs again.
"Yeah. She figured that too and now thinks you know something that can affect me. And there was a lot more questions..."
Harry takes another step. They are now close, Draco can feel Harry's breath on his skin, hot and moist, he shudders in anticipation.
"Well I do know something she doesn't."
He uses that seductive voice that always makes Draco tingle. The voice that is almost a purr. That voice that makes him question who he is. Who he has to be. That voice that makes him think that he and Potter could...
Draco sneers,
"Why are we still talking?"
That seems to trigger something in Harry. He stops, steps back. Harry says,
"We need to talk."
Draco steps close to him. Placing a hand to his cheek. He says flatly,
"No we don't."
Harry sighs then pulls away from Draco's touch.
"Yes we do. I don't feel right doing this. I mean we're meant to be enemies and even if that didn't matter I..."
Harry trails off. Draco sighs, he will indulge him.
"You what?"
"I... I feel like I'm taking advantage of you."
Draco scoffs,
"This isn't one sided Potter."
Harry looks ashamed.
"I mean we haven't even gone on a date yet, or talked about how we feel. How do I know you don't secretly love me and this is just torture for you? I don't want to lead you on."
"I can promise you this Potter, I am not secretly in love with you."
Harry's expression seems to change. Is that sadness? Did he want Draco to love him? Honestly Draco doesn't know. He knows he tingles when he's around him. He knows he... well... likes him. He knows he has a feeling he can't get rid of. He knows he hates to pull away from Potter. Draco shakes these thoughts away.
Potter is now the one placing a hand on Draco's cheek. This makes him shudder. This also seems unnecessary. If this was just a hook up they wouldn't bother with all of this. They would just fuck. Maybe they would kiss. There would be none of this hand-to-face bullshit. But, Draco doesn't move his head. And, he can't help but stare into Potter's eyes. Where else is he meant to look?
"Draco..."
Potter never uses his first name.
"Draco, I still want to talk."
"Do you Potter? Do you really? I know you Potter. I know you well. I know you're sick of all these expectations. You're sick of thinking you have to do what's right. We don't have to talk. Potter, this can just be a shag. I don't care."
Draco knows him? Does Draco know him? Harry seems a little taken aback. Harry's heart starts to thud quicker and quicker. Does he have the nerve? He needs the nerve. He will say it before he can take it back. Harry has gathered his courage, he's going to say it, he's going to say he wants this to be more than a shag.
"Draco... I want..."
Draco shushes him. He places a finger to his lips. He looks into his eyes,
"Potter, I know what you're going to say. Don't. Don't ruin this. For once don't let your Griffindor instincts take over. Let this just be a shag, you only think you want me because we fucked. Don't be an idiot."
Draco snarls his words. Harry pauses. Is Draco insecure? Does he think Harry only wants him for sex? That Harry couldn't possibly like him for other reasons? He speaks again,
"Draco... Its not just because we..."
Draco interrupts again. This time almost growls his words,
"I don't want to talk about this. Let it be."
Harry finally surrenders. He will talk to him some day, but not today. They sit there for a moment in silence and then Harry reaches out to touch Draco's cheek again. Draco rolls his eyes. Is his cheek really soft or something? Does he have a magical cheek? There has been a lot of cheek touching when they were meant to be fucking. Its a waste of his time! Harry chuckles then leans in for a kiss. At first it is soft and dry. It is chaste and small. But, then Draco feels that twinge inside him again and he needs more.
Soon he is clasping Harry's waist, pinning him to the bed. Then Harry moans. Draco feels around him like so many times before, under his shirt, caressing his face, groping him all over, making Harry shudder. Now they are both hard and Harry is grinding up against him. At every clothed thrust Draco lets out an uncontrolled moan.
Harry takes off his robe. Draco can hardly stand being apart for even that. But, he does the same and soon they are staring at each other's naked bodies. Then Harry lunges at him. Draco is still surprised how rough and dominant Harry gets when they shag. He doesn't mind of course, its nice for someone else to take control once in a while.
Draco hears the words Accio lube. And Harry isn't grinding as much for a moment. Sure enough the lube comes flying across the room. Harry's holding him down, hands on his shoulders. Crap this is hot. Harry pauses,
"Do you want to?"
Draco sighs, he always asks. He supposes its a good thing, just to make sure everything is legal and consensual, but when they're naked and grinding against each other it seems kind of obvious what Draco wants.
"Yes Potter. Like I said before. Normally when I'm lying naked under you I want to fuck. I can't believe you keep..."
Draco gets interrupted by his own moan, when a highly lubed finger of Harry's pushes into him. For a second it burns but then there is nothing but pleasure and the craving for that something more that he is so used to. Harry smirks, he loves how he can make Draco look. Its a shame as soon as they're done he is expressionless once again.
Harry curls his finger, stretching Draco as he does. Draco holds an arm to his mouth, stifling his moans, Harry isn't even inside him yet and he refuses to give him the satisfaction to see him beg for a fuck. Harry should be the one begging for a fuck, not Draco Malfoy. Harry shoves another finger inside him and gets the same result, and then shortly after a third. Once he thinks Draco is prepared enough he slides Draco's legs open.
Draco gasps as he enters him. Harry starts to thrust slowly but is soon losing control and going over and over as fast as he can. The feeling of Draco around his cock is amazing, so hot and tight. The feeling when Draco contracts around him makes him want to scream. The sound of Draco's moans in sync with Harry's is a beautiful music to his ears. But, as soon as it begins it ends. Draco comes first, and then Harry soon after.
For a few moments Draco still looks human. He looks like an ordinary 14 year old. He looks like Draco, not Malfoy. He lies on the bed panting, Harry still inside him, hair ruffled in front of his eyes. His expression bliss and his eyes beautiful. Harry sighs and then his expression changes, he becomes cold and calculating, Harry pulls out, and Draco casts a cleaning spell. They sit there together on the bed, Harry lying down, Draco sitting up looking at the wall.
Draco pants for a few moments before standing and slipping on his robe. Harry looks up at him, Draco thinks how can this Griffindor who drives me up the wall, fucks me against the wall, and pisses me off so much make me lose control?
Harry stands up,
"Well... I'd better go."
He slips on his robe and heads to the door. He turns just in time to be hit in the face with a wart hex. Harry shouts,
"What the fuck was that for?"
Draco smiles.
"Potter, we had a duel remember. You lost the duel."
Harry walks away clasping his face. He mutters to himself.
"I would never have lost the duel."
And then swiftly walks out ignoring the looks he got from passers by as he makes his way to the common room.