A Circle Of Unfortunate Events

by clarex-ama

An unfortunate event leads Harry and Draco to discover a whole new level of perversity as it intrudes on their magic, making daydreaming, groping and dancing a strictly necessary part of their schoolday...Wtf?

1. The silver coin

Title: A Circle Of Unfortunate Events

Author: clarex_ama

Beta(s): thegreatdane_s, nefariousandrea, bbyluv (I love you guys!)

Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
Rating: R/M
Warnings: Slash, UST
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to J.K. Rowling, Warner Brothers etc. I own nothing. This fic is only written for fun, no profit is made.
Summary: An unfortunate event leads Harry and Draco to discover a whole new level of perversity as it intrudes on their magic, making daydreaming, groping and dancing a strictly necessary part of their schoolday...Wtf?

A Circle Of Unfortunate Events

By clarex-ama

Chapter 1

The silver coin

The face of the moon was white and full; peering through the blanket of dark, grey clouds. The wind danced around the tall trees, throwing newly yellowed leaves up in the air.

Two persons clad in black cloaks were walking through the forest, feet stepping carefully over large roots and fallen branches. The tips of their wands were shining brightly, chasing some of the shadows away.

They were walking in silence, not because there was nothing to say, actually there was plenty, but because they were both lost in thought.

It seemed like it was only yesterday he'd been walking through this same forest, feeling prepared to meet Voldemort and his own death… Harry shuddered, not a pleasant memory.

But now, that was only a black spot in his past. Everything was back to normal. Well, technically Harry's life had never been normal, so the more correct phrase would probably be: Back to the abnormal life he was used to…just without the crazy madman trying to murder him every second… and that was quite nice.

Since none of the students had learned anything last year because of the war, especially the older ones, all seventh year students at Hogwarts had been offered an eighth year, so they could get their NEWTs.

Hermione had been delighted of course, and Harry himself had been looking forward to a year in school where he didn't have to constantly fear for his own life and the lives of everyone around him.

Hogwarts had been rebuilt, and the students were once again walking down the corridors like nothing had ever happened. The only thing that revealed the truth was the absence of those killed in the war…

Harry tripped over a stone lying in the middle of the path, and in an attempt to regain his balance he grabbed the arm of his companion. The other boy let out a startled squeal and nearly stumbled himself.

"Merlin, Potter! You nearly gave me a heart attack! Watch where you put your clumsy feet damn it!" hissed the other boy angrily, almost as if he was afraid someone might assault him if he spoke too loud.

"I didn't do it on purpose," Harry bit back and started walking again, green eyes on the ground, making sure there weren't any more stones to trip over.

The Slytherin snorted disbelievingly, but followed the other.

Harry had been surprised when he'd seen Malfoy on the train. Somehow, he just hadn't expected the former Death Eater to show up… but there he was; tall, blond, pointy, and as annoying as ever. Nothing had changed for the better between them - they were still fighting, arguing and hating each other like there was no tomorrow… actually, Harry mused, it was a bit over the top. They hadn't fought like this since their fifth year or something. Maybe it was because Harry subconsciously wanted an enemy in his life, and now with Voldemort gone, the only person left to hate was Draco… if that made sense.

Harry turned his head and studied the young man next to him. He looked the same, Harry thought; white blond locks falling around the pale face, grey eyes looking down the nose with resentment, lips curling in a sneer…

And at the same time he looked different. He was skinnier than Harry remembered him, and Harry could still see the war in his silver eyes… but everyone nowadays had changed a bit somehow, Harry guessed that was only to expect.

"How much longer do you think we'll have to walk? I'm tired," Draco complained accusingly. "This is stupid! I'd much rather sit indoors and polish the trophies or something."

"Stop whining like a child, Malfoy. I think we'll be there in a minute."

Harry turned a corner and reached the clearing he'd been looking for. The murky trees stood around the small lake in a circle holding hands, making it almost impossible to get out of the clearing if you didn't walk along the small path Harry and Draco had been following.

The surface of the lake was smooth as a millpond, shining like a mirror, reflecting the white moon and the few blinking stars in the sky. Leaves were floating around like small boats in the sea, forming ripples in the calm water, and along the edge of the trees grew a lot of different plants and flowers. Some of the flowers were blooming in the moonlight, even though it was late in September.

Harry walked into the clearing, followed by Malfoy.

"Is this the place?" asked the blond boy. Harry nodded and scratched the back of his head.

"Yeah, I think so. Well," Harry took out a piece of paper from his pocket, "let's find it and head back to the school.

Malfoy nodded in agreement. They were both very eager to get back to their beds. Neither of them had been very pleased to discover that their detention contained a midnight stroll in the Forbidden Forest. They were supposed to collect a special flower for Madam Sprout, so she could use the seeds to start a little garden herself… not something you'd voluntarily ruin your Saturday night for, but McGonagall hadn't listened to any of their objections or their promises to never fight again, so here they were…

"Okay," Harry said and studied the paper in his hands, "the flower we're looking for has white and dark blue petals, a black stalk and it has a mild odour of… em… it smells like, you know, like faeces."

"What?!" Draco asked incredulously, "You're kidding, right?"

"Em, no I'm not… it says here that you can recognize the flower by its unique smell, and that it's only blooming once a year, and that's today."

"I'm not spending my entire bloody Saturday night with you, looking for a flower that literally smells like shit. What in the name of Uric the Oddball is the purpose of having a flower like that in a garden? Madam Sprout must be crazy!"

"She probably has her reasons," Harry mused thoughtfully, and looked at the flowers surrounding them.

Draco snorted and walked over to the plants in the other end of the clearing.

"Well, we might as well just start looking..," Harry said, trying to sound optimistic but failed miserably. He bent down and began looking for the special blue flower with the, em… characteristic smell.

There were flowers in all colours, but the majority were, of course, blue, so that made it even more difficult for them to find the correct one.

And all the different smells from the flowers and plants hit Harry in the face like a blow. How was he ever going to find that stupid flower, when they all looked the same in the dark? And he couldn't even distinguish all the different odours, because there was just too many…

He raised his wand and bathed the petals in the sharp light, trying desperately to find the blossom. But Harry had, unfortunately, never been very good at Herbology, so to him they all looked the same.

He buried his nose in the flowerbed and breathed in all the scents. Some of them had a really nice aroma: sweet, fresh, and pleasant… some of them did not. Harry crinkled his nose as he inhaled the stench of sour milk…

After numerous minutes like this, Harry decided to stand up; he was feeling a little sore in his back.

Their job seemed impossible – if only he knew the name of the stupid flower, so he could summon it with Accio. But he didn't…

"Found anything?" asked Harry despondently and walked over to where Draco was sitting.

If Harry hadn't been so tired, he would probably have found the image of Draco Malfoy, sitting by a lake in moonlight smelling flowers, a bit weird, but, because of the special circumstances, he didn't give it any thought.

"No." The Slytherin opened his eyes, and looked at Harry. He stood up and threw the flower in the water; an exasperated expression covering his features. "This is a pure waste of time! We'll never find that shitty flower, and I don't feel like smelling flowers all bloody night!"

"Me neither, but we'll have to keep looking. If we don't come back with that flower, we'll probably just get another detention."

"Like I care, I just want to get back, this is ridiculous!" he sat down again, proving his point. Harry felt anger boil inside him. Why did Malfoy always have to act like a spoiled brat?

"We'll never find it, unless you help!"

"But it's impossible."

"No, it's not," Harry turned his back at the blond. Right now, it felt very much like their stupid little find-the-flower task was impossible, and it only made him angrier because that meant Malfoy was right.

If Draco wasn't such an idiot, they would probably have found it already… at least that was what Harry liked to tell himself.

Harry started searching again, ignoring the stubborn, young man sitting behind him.

Some time passed by like this. Neither of them said anything.

In the distance, a wolf howled and crows were scraping. The wind whistled softly, caressing the back of Harry's neck, as he bent forward to smell another blue flower.

"Look at that," Draco whispered suddenly with delight. Harry turned around quickly.

"Look at what? Did you find it?"

Draco didn't answer. He was looking down into the lake, nose merely inches from the wet surface.

"Is the flower in the water?" asked Harry stupidly and walked over to where Draco was sitting.

Draco plunged his hand into the water and grabbed something Harry couldn't see.

"What is it?" But Draco didn't seem to listen to Harry at all. He withdrew his hand from the cold depths of the small lake, and gasped with pleasure as he clutched whatever was lying in his wet palm.

"Malfoy?" Harry asked, feeling a bit unsure about this situation. What was going on? Draco was looking very happy, almost like he was in a moment of bliss, and it made Harry feel rather awkward somehow.

The boy looked at Harry through lowered lids, he was panting slightly, and his cheeks were flushed. Harry gulped and took a step backwards.

"Are you all right, Malfoy?"

Gracefully, Draco rose to his feet and took a step forward. His white skin was almost glowing in the moonlight, and the shadows from the trees that fell upon his face, made him look softer and more delicate.

Harry was pretty sure something was wrong.

The air was quivering and the wind pulled at the trees. Leaves were swirled along by the breeze, making them dance around the two boys, but Harry hardly noticed. He was too occupied looking into the Slytherin's intense eyes, which were staring right into his own deep, green ones.

Harry felt his heart beat violently against his ribs, and his mind kept telling him something was wrong, but somehow he couldn't move away.

It was like he was supposed to be right here, right now…

Malfoy moved closer and somehow his mere presence caused a gasp to fall from Harry's lips. A warm wave of pleasure washed through him, urging him to step closer to the approaching boy.

Draco raised his soaked hand, revealing what looked like a big silver coin lying in his palm. Harry shivered in anticipation at the sight, and he had no idea why.

Hesitantly, almost like it wasn't his own mind that ordered him to do it, Harry raised his hand and put it on top of Draco's, so that the coin was trapped between their palms.

Immediately, a jolt ran through his body. It felt like an electric pulse was travelling through his veins, starting from his hand and spreading throughout his body. Harry and Draco moaned in unison, and Harry closed his eyes, enjoying the hot prickling sensation he could feel all over his skin…

Draco mumbled something Harry could barely hear, but strangely he found himself answering, his lips forming words he didn't even know. It sounded a bit like humming, sweet unknown words, falling from his lips like liquid.

The pressure was building up inside him, and he pressed his palm firmly into Draco's. Draco, who was moaning and gasping, started digging his nails hard into Harry's skin. His blond hair was wild and tousled, falling down into his half-closed eyes.

Spots were dancing before Harry's eyes, making it impossible to focus. His body was a bubble, ready to burst with pleasure any second now…

Harry felt his knees tremble, and suddenly it felt like he was being hit in the stomach by an invisible force so strong he fell to the ground, breathless.

His body was aching, and he felt utterly exhausted. Time was standing still… and he could only hear his own and Malfoy's heavy breathing.

The soil under his body was wet and muddy, slowly soaking his cloak. If he didn't stand up he'd soon be wet to the skin. Carefully, Harry raised his head and looked around. Everything looked normal and he couldn't see the coin, or anything else out of the ordinary… what had just happened?

Harry's mind was one foggy mess of confusion. He sat up and looked down upon Malfoy, who was lying on the ground next to him. His flaxen hair was stained with mud, and he looked just as shocked as Harry felt. Their eyes met and Harry felt his cheeks redden involuntarily, as he remembered how the Slytherin had looked seconds before; burning eyes, parted lips, flushed cheeks… it felt liked he'd watched something he shouldn't have… it was actually a bit disgusting.

Malfoy sat up and tried desperately to flatten his wild locks, but to no avail. Harry knew it was an attempt to regain his composure and dignity – Draco was just as embarrassed and perplexed as Harry himself was.

"Er," Harry said eloquently. Malfoy stood up and Harry followed. "What just happened?"

"I don't know," Draco snapped and looked down his own body, checking for injuries or other damages.

"What was in your hand? Some kind of coin, or?" Harry looked around, searching for the strange object.

"I don't bloody know! Let's just find that stupid flower instead, so we can get back! I really don't feel like playing any more games, or searching for anything except that bloody blossom! I'm frigging tired and my head is hurting, so would you just shut up about that coin?" Draco's cheeks were pink with embarrassment, and he looked angry and bewildered.

"Start looking then!" Harry shouted back. He was feeling dizzy and irritable - the sooner they found the flower, the better.

XXX

It had taken them another hour before Draco had found the flower. The trip back to the castle had been pure torture; Draco had acted like a complete arse, so they kept fighting until they handed in the flower to professor Sprout and finally parted. Harry felt so tired and exhausted, he could barely think straight.

He furrowed his brows; he still couldn't understand what had happened by the lake… but to be honest he was just too tired to really give it any concern. Right now, the only thing that mattered was his four-poster bed upstairs.

The Gryffindor common room was completely empty, and the dying fire was crackling peacefully, devouring the last pieces of wood slowly and quietly. Harry moved at a snail's pace up the stairs and tumbled into his dormitory. In the bed next to his was Ron, who was snoring loudly behind the curtains. Harry envied him.

He kicked off his trainers, pulled off his cloak and shirt, and unzipped his trousers. The clothes were lying in a messy pile on the floor, but Harry didn't care.

He yawned, removed the duvet, and crawled into bed.

His eyelids were so heavy he couldn't keep them open, and it didn't take long before he was fast asleep. The sheets weren't even warm before he joined Ron's snoring.

A/N: This took me like forever to write! Especially the summary :( and I don't know why *fail*. Again I want to thank my lovely betas, you guys helped me a lot :) And Julie, my own little guinea pig ;)

Hopefully, I upload next chapter soon…

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