Harry jerked up his broomstick to avoid an oncoming bludger, had seen the tell-tale flicker of the lightning fast Golden Snitch above the Slytherin team's tallest goal post. He leaned forward and sped towards his rival and fellow Seeker, Draco Malfoy.
Draco had not seen the Snitch and was sitting in one spot, straining his eyes. Suddenly the blond boy spotted his nemesis rocketing toward him and easily feinted up and did a loop for the crowd. . Suddenly the blond boy spotted his nemesis rocketing toward him and easily feinted up and did a loop for the crowd. "You'll have to do better than that, Potter!" he mocked.
Harry reached forward. Malfoy looked down and saw what he was after… The Snitch was directly in front of him! "Nice try, Potter!" Malfoy attempted to head butt Harry, but was not quick enough. He had nearly fallen of his broomstick! While this release of sexual tension was ensuing, the Snitch had decided to bolt to the center of the Quidditch field.
Harry and Draco wordlessly glared at each other and sped off toward centerfield. Harry glanced to his right: Draco was gaining on him. "Come on…" he groaned and kicked the back of his Firebolt. He gained a slight advantage over Malfoy and stretched out his arm, opened his hand, extended his fingers and caught the Snitch!
Harry Held the snitch over his head in victory. He spun on his broomstick and the tail of it hit Draco in the face. The entire stadium watched as Malfoy fell over fifty feet to the ground, smashing his back on impact. "MALFOY!" yelled Harry and dove to the ground where a crown was already gathering. Madame Hooch ran to the hospital wing to get Madame Pomfrey. Harry's mind was a color wheel; everything was a blur of sound and color. When Madame Pomfrey arrived after ten agonizing minutes, she levitated him with her wand and carried him into the hospital wing. She allowed no visitors.
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Later that same evening, there was the traditional after-game party in the Gryffindor Common Room. Several kegs of butterbeer were opened and everyone was having a wonderful time. Except, of course, for Harry Potter. The guilt was eating him alive. HE had knocked him off and HE had nearly killed him. He hated that stuck-up snob. Then why did he care so much? Ron hugged him and Hermione, sensing his guilt, said, "He'll be fine… I'm sure of it!" Later on, Fred and George clapped him on the back and Ginny had thrown her arms around his neck and kissed him, but his mind was still on Draco.
He excused himself and went to the dormitory. Harry kicked of his shoes and got into bed fully clothed. He tried to distract himself by reciting the twelve uses of dragon's blood… and the ingredients to brew Draught of Living Death… and the alphabet backwards… but his mind was still on Draco.
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Harry, Ron and Hermione decided that they would visit Malfoy in the hospital wing after their next class. Their next class was potions with Professor Snape. As Snape walked up and down the aisles of the classroom, he sneered at Harry whenever he walked by him. Harry hung his head and averted his eyes.
After giving Harry an undeserved detention for not paying attention and giving the class a massive homework assignment, the class finally let out. It was the longest period Harry had ever sat through. Gathering his things, he met up with Ron and Hermione and they walked toward the hospital wing.
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Madame Pomfrey was reluctant to let any visitors enter the room while he was still in such a fragile state. She had mended his back, but there was some head trauma. It was highly likely that he would not remember the year preceding the accident. She let them visit "For five minutes and not one second longer". Inwardly, Harry was a mix of anger, fear and sadness. They may have hated one another with a passion, but neither wanted to really hurt the other. It was a delicate balance, and it had been breached.
Malfoy was lying on the hospital bed with a neutral facial expression. His eyes darted rapidly back and forth underneath his closed eyelids. Draco was dreaming. Hermione took the sleeping blonds' hand and Ron took hers. Harry stood quietly respectful. A few minutes passed and Ron and Hermione gave Harry the last two minutes alone with Draco.
"Draco? Can you hear me?" asked Harry. He sighed. "Guess not. Malfoy, I am so, so sorry for what I did to you. When you wake up…" Harry tried not to think If you wake up, "when you wake up you probably won't remember much of this past year…" Harry stopped. He swallowed hard and held back a tear. "What I mean is…"
"Time's up! Shoo, shoo!" interrupted Madame Pomfrey. "If you want to talk to him tomorrow, I am fine with that. But that is tomorrow and this is today. Shoo, now!" She said as she pushed him out the door.
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As Harry climbed into bed that night, he thought of the helpless Draco lying in the hospital wing. He had looked so peaceful, so little. He was so unlike the Draco everyone knew. Could he just be like everyone else under the protective armor of a bully? As Harry thought of Draco, the first word that came to mind was "uke".
Harry had gone through Hermione's books looking for a book on arithmacy to help with his complicated assignment. He had not only found the book he was looking for, but several more. Harry would not ever have suspected that Hermione read such books. Yaoi, it was called. Boy loving boy. Seme was dominant and uke was less dominant. Harry had taken one of these books out of curiosity. Why had the word uke popped into his head when he thought of Malfoy? An uke cannot exist without his seme. Who was Malfoy's?
About this time, Harry got a throbbing erection. "What?" he yelled in surprise. What had he done? All he was doing was thinking about Malfoy… then a thought. Maybe Hermione's books had somehow… no. it couldn't be possible! He was Harry Potter! The Harry Potter! He was going out with Ginny; he used to have a crush on Cho Chang. How could he possibly be…? "HOW?" he yelled in confusion. Ron, who had just entered the dormitory, gave him a strange look.
"Bloody hell, mate! Is everything all right?" Ron glanced at Harry's sheets and noticed a strange bulge. "You mean you don't know how that happens?" Ron swallowed and took a deep breath. "Well, when a man thinks about something that excites him, his…"
"RON!" Harry frantically cut him off. "It's nothing… just go to sleep." Harry rolled over and tried to do what he told Ron to do.
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That night, Harry had a dream. He and Draco were in the hospital wing. Draco was coming to and it was just them in the room. Harry took the other's hand and apologized profusely. Draco shook his white blond hair dreamily. "I do not blame you, Potter," he said. "It was a little of both of us… My pride… Your determination…" Draco kissed Harry gently on the cheek. "We could start over, you know. And be more than friends." Draco took off Harry's glasses and set them on the table.
"Draco…" Harry whispered. The blond put a finger to the black haired one's lips.
"Shhhhhh…" He removed his finger and kissed Harry with more passion than anyone had ever kissed him before. "We don't have to talk…" whispered the seductive Slytherin as he strip teased. Malfoy slowly unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off his pale, toned body and slid it to the floor. Harry got goose bumps as Draco slowly pulled his belt through the loops, like a slippery and smooth snake. Draco moaned as he unzipped his pants and kicked them into a corner.
The manipulative uke pushed the unsuspecting Harry into the chair and sat on his lap. Draco grabbed Harry's groin, which instantly grew hard. Malfoy smirked and he worked the shirt off of the (seme?) Gryffindor and kissed his way down his torso. When Malfoy reached the "point" of no return, he unzipped Harry and gently kissed the oozing tip. The sensation sent shivers down Harry's spine and he moaned in spite of himself. "Ah! Draco…" he sighed.
Still smirking adorably, Draco playfully nipped the erect member, causing the Potter boy to jumps in surprise. The blond Malfoy shoved the shaft into the back of his throat as Harry came explosively. Draco grinned manipulatively and licked his sperm covered lips. "Wake up, Harry!" he said. But it was not Draco's voice, but Ron's.
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Confused and in a dreamy haze, Harry awoke to see Ron looking at him with concern. "Blimey, I thought you were dying! You were moaning and groaning like a bloody hound dog!" Ron puts his hand on Harry's shoulder and pulls back with a hushed cry of disgust. "OI! So that's what was wrong with you! You've been having a-MURPHHHMR!" He said when Harry shoved his hand over Ron's mouth.
"Shut up, will you? You don't need to go around spewing things like that!" Harry put his hands over his head and yawned sleepily. He looked over at Ron to glare at him, but was a little surprised to see that Ron was the one glaring at him. "What?" he asked annoyed.
"You weren't saying Ginny's name, or even Cho or Hermione's name… you were saying Draco's name! What's going on, mate? You aren't… queer, are you? I mean, not that it's a bad thing, it's just, I kind of would like to know, I mean just so…" He trailed off awkwardly.
"NO! Definitely not. Don't worry about it, mate. No. now, just go back to sleep and leave me alone. And DON'T wake me up again." Harry rolled over and left his friend awkwardly sitting there.
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"Potter! Pay attention!" barked professor McGonagall. "Now, Mister Potter, if you please, show us how to transform a bat into a coffee table." Harry reluctantly pulled out his wand and mumbled a barely audible spell. The end result was a coffee table with large black wings and covered in fur. "No, Mister Potter, no! Perhaps, then, Mister Weasly would be so kind as to demonstrate for us. Mister Weasly?"
Ron stepped forward and glanced over at Hermione. Hermione winked at him. Ron blushed to the color of his hair as he went up to the front of the class. Ron took out his wand with a flourish and pointed it at the abominable coffee table. Muttering nonsense as Hermione said the spell under her breath, the table miraculously transformed into a bat once more. Ron grinned at Hermione and nodded his thanks. Hermione mouthed back the words "no problem" and smiled at him.
After transfiguration, Harry decided that he would go see Draco in the hospital wing. "You guys want to come with me?" he asked of his two friends.
"Nah, you go ahead, mate. I'm good here." Hermione agreed. The happy couple walked off holding hands and talking with their heads close together. Harry chuckled to himself as he saw his two best friends walk off. Something about their closeness was a comfort to Harry. Maybe, true love did exist?
When Harry entered the hospital wing, Madame Pomfrey glared at him. "You again? Didn't you have enough time yesterday?" Harry glared back with equal force.
"Just let me see him, okay?" Madame Pomfrey warned him not to touch the sleeping blond, then wandered into her office to give them some privacy. Harry waited for the sound of the door closing before he went to Draco's bed. "Hey buddy, it's me." Harry noticed a stray bit of hair on Malfoy's forehead. He wouldn't want that there, thought the Gryffindor. The green eyed teenager absentmindedly moved the irritating strand out of his rival's face. "That's better," He whispered.
"Didn't I say no touching him?" shouted Madame Pomfrey. She rushed out of the separate room and smacked the back of Harry's hand with a bottle of skele-grow. Harry gulped as he remembered the horrible taste of that vile liquid.
"He's not taking that awful stuff, is he?" He shuddered to think of poor Draco swallowing the noxious fluid. Then, Harry realized something. "You were watching me!" he accused of the older woman.
Madame Pomfrey said discreetly, "How else could I be sure that you wouldn't touch him? He is in a VERY fragile state as of current. Any foreign influence could disrupt the healing process. After all, you DID crush his entire spine…" retorted the nurse.
"IT WASN'T MY FAULT!" cried Harry passionately.
"Who are you trying to convince?" questioned Madame Pomfrey. Harry turned a dangerous shade of red as he stormed out of the wing.
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Later, in care for magical creatures, Hagrid tried to cheer harry up. "It'll be okay, Harry." Harry was not impressed with Hagrid's half-hearted attempts to make him feel better. Hagrid brought out a few of what appeared to be little spoons. "Now these are real special. These here are, CRABBE! GOYLE! Let him alone!"
Malfoy's minions had Harry pinned by his collar in a tree twenty feet off the ground. Harry was struggling and gagging as the ever-tightening collar grew tighter. "Urk… H-Help…" me managed to get out. On the ground, Harry heard Hermione's voice above the panicking group of students.
"Stupefy! Stupefy!" she cried viciously. Harry began to fall as the two idiots fell to their knees in a daze. "Wingardium Leviosa!" said Hermione as she caught Harry in mid-fall and let him down slowly onto the ground. Harry fell the last foot with a muffled thump and collapsed in a heap. "Harry! Are you all right?" she squealed as she ran to hug his neck.
"Fine…" he managed to wheeze out. He shook his head. "They wanted to know why I hurt Malfoy. They think I did it on purpose. But I didn't! Honestly, it was an accident!"
"We believe you, Harry. Don't waste your breath on us." Consoled Hagrid, glancing around at the nodding faces of the Gryffindors and several Slytherins. He glanced at Harry's neck. "You better get to the hospital wing; there is no way any of us can fix that cut." Harry nodded and got to his feet. He trudged slowly back towards the castle, towards Draco.