Chapter 1: Prologue
Author's Notes:
So, hey look! it's a Harry Potter fic! . I should probably explain...
This fic, is kinda old (and unfinished) and has been posted before a few years back (and never got finished) and I've been wanting to put all my fic in one place for some time now (just so you can see all my unfinished fic together lol) this was doing extremely well over at it's original home, with over 60 reviews for the first 4 chapters (and that's all there is to this ... so far? .) I do plan to ONE DAY FINISH ALL MY GOD DAMN FIC, but for now, i shall post them all here :)
So, uh ... Go read :)
Harry's eyelids fluttered as he began to stir. He had a horrible headache and a sore arse and … he really didn't want to get out of bed. It was too warm and cozy. He threw an arm over his eyes to try and block out the light.
I'm never drinking again, Harry thought miserably as his brain thudded behind his eyes, trying to get out through the sockets. What the hell happened last night?
A whimper sounded from next to him.
Harry Froze. Oh god no…
He quietly reached for his glasses. His hand had traveled about half way to the bedside table before he remembered that he'd had his eyes corrected about four weeks ago. Harry pried his eyes open slowly and let everything in the room sink in.
He wasn't in his dorm… in fact, it didn't look very Gryfindor-ish at all… or any of the other houses for that matter. The bedroom was furnished in shades of blacks-to browns, contrasted against whites-to creams. Rather nice actually. His bed mate groaned again. It was time to see who it was.
Through his headache-hazed mind, he focused his eyes to the large lump beside him. An arm was poking through the blankets.
Well, at least it was a guy, don't know what I'd do if it was a woman, he shuddered at the thought. Finally, he pulled back the covers….
And screamed like a girl.
Oh God no! Not him! He can't know that I like him! I've kept it hidden for so long! I hope I didn't say anything, no, no, no, n- oh dear, he's awake!
'ARRRRGGGGGGHHHHH!!'
… See?
The one- and only- Draco Malfoy scampered backwards out of the bed. Falling off and bringing the blankets with him, eyes wide in horror. Harry came back to his senses.
He scurried from the bed, looking for his clothes as he went, keeping an eye on Dra-er- Malfoy who hadn't moved from his spot on the floor, still staring wide-eyed.
Harry finally found all his clothes. He stood in the middle of the room, his back to the blonde sitting in a heap on the floor. He took a deep breath.
'I-,' Harry couldn't get any words out. He was running a hand through his hair when a croak from the floor sounded.
'This- this never happened. Ok?'
Tears welled in Harry's eyes. He nodded - not trusting his own voice - without looking at the blonde and fled from the room, the tears now falling freely from his eyes.
Harry came crashing through the entrance to Gryfindor, face all red and blotchy and tear streaks staining his cheeks.
'Oh there you are mate! We've been looki — God, what's happened?!' Came his best mate's voice from somewhere next to him. Harry turned to him, not really seeing for all the tears in his eyes, and whispered- 'it was him.'
Ron frowned in confusion.
'Who mate?'
Harry just looked at him through his dampened lashes. Comprehension dawned on Ron's face that was quickly replaced with concern for his best mate.
'Come on Harry, we're going to the dorm where you can tell me what happened,' Ron said soothingly as he lead a distraught Harry up the stairs to the boys dorm.
Flashback
It was a normal night's evening in May. All the students were gathered in the great hall, eating their dinner and talking to each other about their day. Nothing different right? Wrong.
Dumbledore stood before them.
'It has been discussed that since the seventh years' exams finish on the last day of the school year, tonight Hogwarts will be having a party!'
All the seventh years whispered in excitement. This was different.
'Not only will the seventh years be invited, but anyone above sixth year is asked to join!'
'There will be not teacher's supervision, but there will be alcohol! Any questions?' Dumbledore asked politely. A voice from the back of the room answered.
'Yeah!! What the hell are we waiting for?!'
'Harry, I know all this, what happened last night at the party?' Ron asked quietly while Harry sucked in a shuddering breath.
'I'm getting to that,' Harry whispered. 'I just wanted to start somewhere.'
'Go on,'
The sixth and seventh years where given half an hour to go change out of their uniforms, most of the girls complaining that that wasn't nearly enough time. Harry dragged his feet up the stairs.
'Why so depressed mate? We're sixth years! We're invited to P-A-R-T-Y!' Ron sung out, doing a little jig that warranted a laugh from Harry. He shrugged.
'Dunno. I 'spose I just don't have anything decent to wear.' Seamus came up and put his arm around Harry's shoulders.
'Mate, you could go wearing a tea cozy, and still look bloody hot,' Harry blushed and Ron rolled his eyes.
'Seamus, stop hitting on Harry. You know he'll just say no. besides we all know who he's got his eye on,' Ron winked and Harry just went a deeper shade of red. Seamus laughed and pretended to pout.
'Aw, but I'm just so much hotter that Malfo-,' Harry quickly smacked his hand over Seamus' mouth, only causing the Irish youth to lick his palm.
'Do you mind?! Not with everyone around!!' Harry muttered harshly, wiping his hand on his school robes. Seamus sniggered.
'Come on then Potty, lets get you all dressed up for your Ice Prince Charming, I'll lend you some of my stuff.'
Harry looked at himself in the mirror, a crease in the middle of his brow.
'Are you sure I look alright?' he turned trying to see his back. Seamus pretended to wipe the drool from his mouth.
'You look effing hot Harry, it's a mystery to me why you're still a virgin!' Seamus cried. Harry smirked at him through the mirror then went back to his own reflection.
He was wearing tight black jeans that sat on his hips and was held in place with a studded belt. An emerald green top sat just above the belt so when he moved his arms, his stomach could be seen. Seamus had attacked him with some eyeliner and Ron had mucked around with his hair. At first Ron had tried making it look tame, but gave up and just ran his hand through it once from front to back, which was how it currently was.
'You do look rather good mate,' Ron smirked. 'Now lets go and show you off hmm?'
Harry, Ron, Seamus and Hermione all walked into the Great Hall, laughing and thinking about what a fantastic idea this was to have a party, but when they entered, the entire hall went silent, all staring at Harry. Harry grimaced.
'I need a drink,' he muttered, heading over to a table with all the alcohol and leaving his friends behind for the rest of the night.
End Flashback
Harry looked at Ron through the gaps of his fingers.
'After that, things get a little hazy. I remember drinking lots, and- and lots of dancing. When I woke up this morning, I was with Malfoy. I — I think we ha-had sex,' the tears started poring down his face again. Ron pulled his best friend closer to him and hugged him, rocking him slightly. He didn't let go until Harry's sobs turned into sniffles. Harry finished his story in Ron's arms.
'I couldn't let him know that I love him. I went and got all my clothes. He hadn't said anything until I was dressed. He said that this never happened. So, I nodded and came here. How could I be so stupid Ron?! What if I had done or-or said something that he'll remember?!' another tear streaked down Harry's face. Ron brushed a strand of Harry's hair away from his face.
'If, you did say something, and he remembers, he'll more than likely associate it with the alcohol. It'll be ok Harry, just pretend nothing happened alright?' Harry nodded and smiled sadly at his friend.
'Your shirt's all wet now,' he whispered, wiping away what tears where left on his face. Ron grinned at his best mate.
'I think it'll be ok it's only water. Speaking of water, why don't you go have a shower and then we can go to lunch ok?' he gently pulled Harry to his feet and walked him the bathroom door. Harry walked in before he turned around.
'Ron?'
'Hm?'
'… Thanks'
'Any time mate.'
Authors Note: So there you have it... the first chapter of Nine Months. I don't plan on heaping all the chapters at one time, because I DO want to milk everyone for any of the reviews that might be left and I'm not ashamed to admit it! haha
but yeah, tell me if it's STILL any good, because it's been a couple of years since I wrote this, and uh, Iprobablykindasuck lol
R&R
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