Title: Darkness Falls
Author: sexylemonface
Pairings: Draco/Harry
Warnings: SLASH. Swearing.
Summary: School trip... 'nuf said
Note: Snape, Snape, Severus Snape...
Chapter One
- First Night -
School trips were meant to be fun, right? But something about the certain group of people that were going made Harry unbelievably uncomfortable.
How did it come down to just Gryffindor and Slytherin?
He had no idea.
Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape were the ones to supervise this trip. But the thing that bothered Harry the most was the fact that he had to leave Hedwig - his pet owl - back at Hogwarts, locked in her cage, for a whole week, by herself.
As he sat on the bus he looked out the window at the flurry of colors passing by and couldn't help but think what might be ahead of him. Many things came to mind on what this trip may entail, he pictured caves and glow worms, a meadow, water, but then at that moment his thoughts were interrupted by a squeal and cruel laughter that could only belong to a Draco Malfoy along with his 'side kicks' Crabbe and Goyle. He turned to the back of the bus to see who they had claimed as their victim this time and it was none other than Ginny Weasly, he looked to Ron who was sitting - technically now slouching - next to him and immediately knew he was asleep by the deep breathing and slight snore. He looked back to Ginny who was tugging viciously at her hair and moaning slightly, he then realized that the three Slytherin's had put gum in her hair and she was fighting to get it out. Harry grabbed a spray bottle from his bag and stepped over Ron who stirred slightly and started snoring even louder, before going over to the young redhead who was sitting on the floor of the bus.
"Got a comb?" He asked sympathetically while crouching down beside the girl.
She nodded slowly and blushed slightly before grabbing a small brown comb from her bag and handed it to Harry with an expression of confusion.
He understood.
"I'm going to spray this onto your hair and then comb the gum out." He explained, pointing to the bottle. "Do you trust me?"
Ginny nodded again and crossed her legs before turning slightly away to let Harry get better access to her hair. He sprayed a fair amount on the gum-infested locks and combed at it lightly, the gum came out of her hair with slight difficulty.
"All done" He whispered. "No need to be so tense."
Ginny relaxed and combed her fingers through her hair, letting out a sigh of relief before looking back at Harry.
"Err... thanks Harry... what is that… Uh… Spray?"
Harry tapped his nose a few times and handed the comb back before sitting in his own seat next to Ron. Good 'ol spray in conditioner he thought. Harry relaxed into his seat with a content sight and peeked over the seat in front of him, Hermione was sitting with her legs outstretched over both seats with her face buried in a book titled 'Camping.' He sat back again and slid down his seat to a comfortable position before giving a small huff and closing his eyes. He could hear everything around him so clearly, the engine of the bus, the chatter of the students, the birds outside, the slight breeze in the trees...
"Harry! Wake up... We're here!"
He was being shaken.
"Come on Harry!"
Ron pulled him up and out of the bus; their bags had already been taken out and put on the ground before them. Harry rubbed his eyes, still slightly drowsy from sleep, and reverted his attention to where the rest of the students were. Both professors were standing in front of the large group of young witches and wizards, Snape looking particularly smug. Harry looked around his environment; it was nothing like he thought. They were standing in a smallish grass/dirt patch and in front of them about 100 meters away looked like the start of a track, when he looked up more he saw a mountain, not huge mind you, but intimidating enough.
"Everyone gather around!" Called Professor McGonagall.
Harry and Ron walked over and listened to what professor McGonagall had to say.
"This trip was put together for the sake of every student here to have a small break from all the stresses and pressure of school, but if I find anyone misbehaving on this trip we have ways of getting you back to Hogwarts in a flash."
Professor Snape stepped forward, motioning to everyone that he was about to speak.
"The mountain you see before you is where we will be going. First of all we will be tramping to a camping ground using that track." He pointed to the track Harry had previously seen. "Then we will be setting up camp."
Professor McGonagall spoke once she was sure Snape was finished.
"OK, now everyone get into pairs. Males and females separate. One Gryffindor and one Slytherin to each pair."
There were a few moans and groans before everyone got into pairs, Harry was left standing on his own before Snape came over directing a good looking blond Slytherin boy to him.
"Potter! You're with Draco."
Harry hissed under his breath before giving up and letting it be. Of all the atrocious, cruel, idiotic, insane, bitter, evil people, he had to be stuck with Malfoy!
"For fucks sake" mumbled Draco, low enough so Snape didn't hear.
Everyone put their packs on and started down the track behind both professors. Harry didn't find the walking too tiring, more the company. Draco was panting and taking heavy slow steps.
"Don't walk so fast." he huffed. "My legs are killing me..."
Harry couldn't be bothered with whatever might happen if he argued so instead he just slowed down to match Draco's ragged walking patterns. Soon enough they were quite far behind everyone and Draco was panting even more frantically.
"H-Harry, stop" he said between breaths. "Can you... carry me?"
Harry was slightly confused at this.
"What? Walk yourself!"
"P-please" he whined. "I'm dying here"
Harry rolled his eyes. I give up.
"Fine."
Harry took his pack off and got Draco to put it on along with his own before crouching slightly and letting him jump onto his back. Draco moved his head getting himself more comfortable. Harry walked for a while not really thinking about anything, but then he felt Draco's breath on his neck, and again, this time Harry shivered slightly and felt the hair on his arms stand on end. Also something about the feeling of Draco's body against his so close stirred something inside and he felt himself blush. No. He argued with himself. He's my enemy... wait... and a GUY! He shook his head and took a deep breath. He shifted Draco's weight and heard a soft snore in his ear. He fell asleep...
Harry caught up with the rest of the group when he came to a clearing; it was the camping ground Snape was talking about. He then dropped Draco on the ground with a heavy thud and he groaned.
"What the hell Harry?"
"You fell asleep."
"Oh. Crap." said Draco, blushing slightly. "Are we here?"
"We are always here, we are where we are." stated Harry matter of factually.
"No shit." Draco replied, covering his embarrassment with a smart-ass remark.
Harry then walked away from the blond on the ground and found Ron who was standing with the rest of the group.
"So what the hell are we doing?" he inquired of the red head.
Ron jumped and turned to Harry, hitting him over with a tent pole in the process.
"Shit, sorry Harry. We're pitching tents with our..." he trailed off, cringing. "Buddies…" he looked to a fat kid sitting on the ground, it was Goyle.
"You think you've got it bad? I've got Malfoy."
"Damn, that sucks Harry."
"Tell me about it..."
Harry grabbed the equipment needed and found a spot far away from everything and everyone.
Draco looked around, wondering where Harry had gone. He couldn't believe he had fallen asleep, how embarrassing. He found Harry in a secluded spot away from everyone, and from what he could see Harry was struggling to put up a tent.
Harry huffed; he had had enough with this bloody tent. How do people do it?
"Could you at least try and help?"
Draco pulled Harry out of the way and got to work, after about half an hour of annoyance both boys started working together and got it up in the next 10 minutes. For some reason the flush of color Draco saw in Harry's cheeks made his stomach flip and he looked away trying to get his heartbeat to slow. How the fuck did that happen?
Draco looked back at Harry and right at that point Harry threw off his shirt revealing his slender stomach and creamy skin. Draco swallowed thickly at the sight before him and blinked a few times, startled. Fucking hell Draco! Pull yourself together, it's fucking Harry! Draco fought with himself, trying to make sense of the flurry of feelings that he suddenly seemed to be getting.
Harry turned to Draco and looked at the expression he was holding. He looked as if he was in shock.
"Draco? Are you okay?"
No reply or movement at all, he just kept his gaze fixed.
"Hey! Draco! You're starting to freak me out!"
Still nothing. Harry walked up to Draco and shoved him to the ground.
"Snap out of it!"
Draco slowly looked up and saw slight worry in the emerald eyes that were Harry's and looked away, quickly getting to his feet - going bright red in the process.
"S-sorry" he whispered. "I'm sorry…"
Harry stared as Draco quickly walked off and out of sight. He scratched the back of his head and sighed. Then grabbing all of his and Draco's belongings, threw them inside the tent before making up the beds. Feeling quite proud of himself he lay on his mattress and looked up at the roof of the tent, the sunlight was turning the blue slightly green and he could see all the fine detail in the canvas. Harry closed his eyes and let his mind wander, but all that seemed to come into his thoughts, was Draco.
Draco walked and walked, trying to clear his head of Harry, but what he was trying to do most was make sense of what he felt about him. All these years he always thought it was hatred, maybe jealousy, but never in a thousand years would he have thought he liked Harry, and especially not in that way.
He got back to the tent well after dark and found Harry snoozing, still shirtless. He took off his excess clothing and got into the bed that was made up for him, he hoped, and just lay there unable to sleep. He was afraid that if he closed his eyes that all he would see was Harry. But he closed his eyes anyway, not realizing how tired he really was and fell asleep almost instantly.
Harry's eyes shot open and he couldn't see anything, his eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness and he realized it was night. He took his watch out of his bag and checked it, 11:02pm. He looked to where he set up Draco's bed and there was someone snoring very lightly, lying on the mattress next to him. It was a hot night and Draco's sleeping bag had been pushed down right to his feet. Harry tried to focus through the darkness and when he was able to see clearly he saw that Draco was only in his boxers and was able to see his slim stomach and defined yet subtle abs. He wanted to touch them, feel them under his fingers. Before he knew it he was doing exactly that, Harry gently ran his hand over Draco's stomach and he shivered all over.
"H-Harry…" Draco whispered through sleep.
Harry almost literally jumped and went straight back to his bed, turning his back to where Draco was. He closed his eyes tight trying his hardest to fall unconscious, but with what had just happened it was impossible. He lay there with his eyes wide for what seemed like hours before he heard Draco softly snore. Harry let out a relieved breath and closed his eyes. Idiot. He thought to himself before he too, drifted off.
Draco stopped fake snoring and turned to Harry; he was breathing heavily. Taking in a deep breath of air he slowly sat up and stretched. He could still sense the feeling of Harry's fingers tracing across his abdomen. He hated how it felt so good, and how he was so turned on already. He carefully unzipped the tent before sneaking outside; it was a very warm night so he didn't bother putting on any extra clothes, but still when he got outside there was a sharp chill in the air. Draco ignored it; he rather liked the cold freshness of the night anyway. He walked around the campsite slowly, while his eyes adjusted to the darkness. Once he was able to see relatively well he started to jog into the forest, he didn't stop for a while but when he did it was only because there was nowhere left to run. Draco stood on the edge of a tall cliff; below him he could see the deep water of the ocean. The roar of the waves was thrilling. He looked up behind him and there was a huge tree that looked intimidating but inviting all at once. Draco jumped and grabbed hold of the nearest branch, swinging himself on top of it and brushed the bark off of his hands before climbing higher. He stopped once he reached a point where he could see all around him, then looked toward the campsite, from where he was sitting he could see everything. All of the tents were close together except for one blue tent that was all on it's lonesome. Draco kept looking at that one tent and saw someone emerge from within it. The boy was very good looking with dark hair and from what Draco could see he was only wearing boxers just like himself. Draco stopped looking at this figure and just stared into the distance not thinking about anything in particular. He was snapped back into reality when he started to slip off of his branch, it was only just too late for him to stop from falling. Draco let out a cry as he fell from his perch, he flailed frantically trying to find something to grab onto and grunted as he hit the ground. But the ground didn't feel like ground, it was a bit soft and also - it grunted too. Draco slowly tried to get up and when he finally accomplished it he was hit with the reality of what, or should I say whom, he fell on top of. It was Harry.
"What the hell were you doing up there!" Harry demanded
Draco was too shocked to answer; he was looking down into Harry's eyes and was overcome with the urge to kiss him. He then did exactly that. Draco pushed his lips to Harry's and traced his tongue across Harry's bottom lip. Harry opened his mouth in response allowing Draco to further deepen the kiss. It was then cut short when Harry pushed Draco from him and stood up hastily.
"What the FUCK!" He bellowed
Draco was breathing heavily.
"You can't honestly tell me you didn't enjoy that, you also allowed me better access!"
Harry blushed, and was very glad it was so dark.
"Ok, so what if I did? It doesn't mean anything! I was in the moment!"
Draco scoffed.
"Is that what you call it? Oh and by the way, nice stomach"
Draco licked his now dry lips. Harry went scarlet and tried to cover himself, but once he realized it was no use, gave up.
"Shut up Malfoy,"
"Oh I do love it when you talk dirty to me, Potter,"
Harry scoffed and started to walk away.
"Wait a second Harry… How did you find me anyway?"
"I could see you staring at me from the tent,"
Harry laughed as he ran off and left Draco still sitting on the ground covered in leaves and dirt. Draco got shakily to his feet and brushed himself off. He was in no hurry to get back to that teasing Potter so he just walked extra slowly. When he got back to the tent he was surprised to find it empty, but rather than going inside he stepped back out, bad idea on his part. Draco was tackled to the ground by a now laughing again, Harry Potter. Draco rolled his eyes before pushing Harry off him and then pinning him down with his hands above Harry's head. Harry looked at him in shock before Draco forced his lips on his again. This time Harry was less than inviting and didn't even do anything but squirm and kick at the boy trying to force himself upon him. Draco pulled away and laughed.
"You seemed to be a lot more into this before"
"Get OFF me!" Harry wailed.
"Oh use your manners, Potter"
"Oh… Get the FUCK off me!"
"Ah, that'll do"
Draco let go of Harry and got up before jumping back into the tent and onto his bed. He rested his head on his hands and closed his eyes while smiling to himself. He was proud for doing what he did, and never would he think of doing it in broad daylight. There was just something about the night time that got him going.
A/N: So I found this again, decided I liked it and wanted to finish it, so I will (: