Title :: Blood Moon
Author :: Flizz (Crazygirl8639467aol.com)
Pairing(s) :: Harry/Draco, Ron/Hermione, mild Harry/Other, mild Draco /other
Disclaimer :: I don't own Harry Potter........if your surprised and you think my writing is so good that i could be JK Rowling herself.....please email me, i love ego-boosts! If you want to sue me, feel free, i have no money to take.
Rating :: R
Summary :: Just because it's dark doesn't mean you can't be seen. A new threat invades Hogwarts, the Dark Lord is almost at full strength and Draco and Harry's sordid affairs are about to be thrown into the harsh light of day, are they strong enough to fight for their lives as well as for each other? (SLASH ALERT -- Homophobes Scram!).
Category(s) :: angst/romance/drama
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The pale moon rose over Hogwarts, no different than it had, every night in the hundreds of years that the castle had been built. The stars glistened in a mocking reflection of what the sky was millennia ago. The air was crisp and cool, the merging of a warm British summer into a perfectly mild autumn. The school was deceptively calm, inside, the students relaxed into their newly reinstated routine after the long summer break. Windows were open to allow the late September air into dorm rooms that would otherwise be unbearable for the young wizards within.
As the evening ebbed away to the adamant night, lights started to dim all over the castle as the students, one by one, turned in after a long day of learning. The older students would undoubtedly be relaxing now that the first few years were heading off too bed. Kisses would be exchanged between lovers, hugs between friends. All the glances of want, need, lust, hate and love that had been exchanged during the day would climax in whatever way suited.
Towards the back of the castle, in a room and few stories above the rose garden that bloomed, happily, in spite of the looming end that the next few weeks would bring, a scream could have been heard emitting from the slightly ajar window. Had anybody been walking in that rose garden a secret may have been discovered that very night. However as the case may be, the garden was empty and so one of the biggest secrets locked deep within Hogwarts' protective walls, would remain.
The room was dark, dusty and oppressive. It wasn't really a wonder that most students would use their dorm rooms, or even their common rooms in favour of this. The wooden floor was about half an inch deep in dust, broken only by the garments of clothing that had been tossed aside in the heat of the moment.
Calloused hands gripped a pale wrist, so tightly that there would undoubtedly be bruises the next day. The wrist was pressed harshly into the table and the slender fingers grappled at the smooth wood hopelessly for some support. The table squeaked and threatened to break under the insistent, urgent movements of the two bodies on top of it. Eyes scrunched shut in a pure ecstasy that can only be found after the sun has set. As the inevitable climax ensued the movement sped up, the breathing hitched to a point where an onlooker would wonder if they were having respiratory problems. A repressed scream escaped from the mouth of a dark-haired boy, which was closely followed by a groan from the person beneath him. Spent and tired the boy fell onto the body beneath him, his head falling into the crook of his partners neck, sighing against the soft skin. His hips continued to rock slightly, riding out his orgasm tiredly. He kissed the pale skin once before moving out of the body beneath him. He stood up and turned to find his trousers. He pulled them on, not looking at the person sat on the desk. He pulled on his shirt next, fastening the bottom half, but leaving the top half fully open, exposing the slightly tanned skin of the boys chest. He draped his tie around his shoulders, pulled his robes on and grabbed his wand, tucking it gently into the waistband of his black pants. As he stepped into his shoes, he raised his eyes to meet the silvery- blue ones that were watching him with amusement. Luckily he had long since stopped blushing from the intensity of the others gaze. He turned and walked to the door, he stopped, his hand hovering over the handle,
"Night.." he sighed, then opened the door and walked out, just before the door closed again, the word 'Yeah' fell from the other boys lips.
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Harry Potter woke up gradually. The sun shining brightly through the window, directly onto his bed. He sat up, letting the rich, red blanket pool at his waist exposing his almost bare chest. He had his red flannel pyjamas on, the ones that all students were provided with, but he had left the shirt un-buttoned due to the heat. He stretched contentedly and reached for his glasses on the bedside table, he pulled them onto his face and blinked at the undeniable brightness of the morning.
In the bed next to him Ron Weasley let out a loud snore. Harry smiled and looked over to his best friend. One of his legs were sticking out from underneath the blanket, which was somehow so tangled with his body Harry wasn't sure his friend could breath sufficiently, his snoring however, eased Harry's mind. His bright red hair (which somehow seemed brighter in the morning sun) was messier that Harry's normally was and wet with sweat. His face was relaxed and his mouth was wide open, snoring happily.
"Ron" Harry said, firmly with underlying amusement. He shook his head as his friend didn't react and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He stood and stretched again, lifting a pillow from behind him and dropping it, unceremoniously onto his best friend. Ron woke with a start.
"Harry..." he gaped at the pillow and then rolled his eyes, "mornin' mate" he sighed, his voice heavy with sleep. Harry nodded his reply and walked to his trunk at the end of his bed. Left neatly over the top were his school clothes and he picked them up, making his way to the bathroom. He spent about ten minutes in the shower, washing the night away, making himself clean for another day at Hogwarts. He rinsed his hair under the water, but did not wash it. His stomach was already rumbling and he just wanted to go eat. He grabbed for the towel he had left over the top of the shower stall and draped it around his slender hips. He ran a hand proudly over his toned stomach and was even impressed he managed to tan over the summer. The many hours spent out in the garden, working for the Dursley's paid off.
When the boy who lived stepped out of the shower he was greeted by the foamy smile of his best friend who spluttered a cheery "Hiya Harry" then promptly spat into the sink and rinsed his mouth out with water.
"Awake then?" Harry smiled and grabbed another towel, drying himself off gently
"Yeah. Fucking hungry though, mate. Hurry up and get dressed yeah?" Ron encouraged, Harry noted that Ron was already dressed and his hair was now neatly spiked up. "I'm going to head down and see 'Mione, meet ya in the common room?"
"Sure." With that said, Ron disappeared out of the room leaving Harry to get dressed.
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"Hey, Ron" Hermione smiled warmly from her chair. She was sitting with her legs tucked up under her, head resting against the tall back of the chair, reading a book that was thicker than Ron's entire family library put together.
"Mione" he grinned, causing her to blush with a well-timed boyish wink. "How long you been awake?" he enquired, sitting gingerly on the arm of the chair.
"A few hours" she sighed, turning a page "couldn't sleep, kept thinking about the potions assignment...." Ron rolled his eyes at Hermione's sour expression,
"Are you still on that Mione?" he questioned, pulling the book from her hands and placing it neatly on the table beside the chair, her wide eyes looked up at him and he just looked back playfully "you finished it weeks ago. Stop trying to top Malfoy. Snape probably writes his for him." He pulled Hermione up so she was standing in front of him and he placed his lips gently against hers. She smiled and melted into his kiss. That was how Harry found them.
Harry leaned back against the wall and folded his arms. He liked watching his friends happiness. Somehow watching them together made up for the fact that Harry had nobody. After letting them continue for a few minutes, he let out a discreet cough and his two best friends turned to smile at him.
"Right then. Food here we come." Ron took Hermione's hand and walked to the door, Harry followed and they made the long walk from the Gryfindor tower to the great hall.
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'The one bad thing', Draco pondered, 'about the Slytherin dungeons is that there is no natural light'. In the common room there were small windows at the very top of the high ceiling, that were very small and just sufficient to allow air to circulate. Other than that, there was nothing. The walls were charmed to radiate heat, so that an otherwise cold and unbearable living situation, was actually rather cosy. But at night, which was Draco's favourite time, he liked nothing more than lying on his bed and staring at the stars.
His father had taught him a spell, to enchant the ceiling of his bed so that it reflected the night sky, much like that of the spell on the great hall, but on a much smaller scale. It was a well known fact amongst the Slytherin house that Draco Malfoy was an insomniac. He spent most of his nights either studying (his main goal was to surpass Granger) or writing in his journal.
Right now Draco was lying on his back, willing the time to pass quickly so he didn't have to spend the rest of the night not-thinking about what it is he shouldn't be thinking about. Yet, the more he strained to keep his mind off it. The more it haunted him. Draco Malfoy, was lonely. His father had warned him, told him that unless he trod very carefully that line of respect the Slytherin's had for him would turn to fear. He had messed his step up and now he was alone. But then, he wondered bitterly, if everybody in the house was the same as him. It seemed to him the only two who were not lonely, were the two boys stupid enough to follow him thoughtlessly. The two boys he shared a room with.
Slytherin was not a house, it was a battle-zone. Albeit a mock one. Nobody would think twice about betraying another in his or her house. The only way to stay on top of it all, was to be feared. Draco was. He had the Malfoy name behind him. It had taken him maybe a week in Hogwarts to realise that a family name can only achieve so much. The rest of the fear he'd had to get himself. Eventually he did, and he was just now beginning to wish he hadn't.
Then there was that other twist in his life. The one thing his entire Hogwarts existence had seemed to revolve around, one way or another. Potter. Draco himself wasn't quite sure how it had happened. One day, not long after the start of their sixth year, which, being as it was only a year ago still seemed like a lifetime to Draco , they had been fighting, as per usual and in a moment, when Draco was waiting for Potter to retort to his latest tirade of insults, he had in fact pinned Draco to the wall and kissed him. What was more startling was that this had seemed perfectly normal to Draco . Like the next step in their never-relenting battle to be on top. Into that kiss Draco had poured all the hatred of the past six years, and in return he felt the same from Potter. Things had just escalated and pretty soon they began shagging. At least once a week, only under the cover of night and never speaking the others name. They never spoke anything in fact, things never changed between them. Their verbal battles continued, however without the venom and passion they had once fought, those feelings and emotions were best left until the cover of nightfall.
Somehow when it was him and Potter, it wasn't sex. It wasn't private or intimate. It was a battle, it was the only way they could truly fight anymore and feel the hatred coursing through the other. Draco sighed heavily in his bed. Both of them had, had girlfriends during some point in their little - Draco still didn't know what to call it. Harry had spent the best part of last year with a Ravenclaw girl named Cersi Hursan. Nobody was quite sure what ended that affair, but many rumours went around that it was her inability to put-out, so to speak.
Draco himself had been on and off again with his promised fiancée Ciara Denaphia, daughter of one of the dark lords favoured followers. Close friend to Lucius Malfoy. Their wedding had been planned the minute they had been born, co-incidentally on the same day. Draco failed to see, why, if he was going to be stuck with her anyway, he should prevent himself from enjoying her when he pleased. She was a beautiful girl after all. She was not a Slytherin however, she did not even go to Hogwarts. She was home tutored. Apparently she had some secrets he wasn't to concern himself with until he said "I do".
Snapped suddenly out of his thoughts by the alarm screaming at his side, Draco jumped and glared at the alarm. He knocked it off and saw Goyle stir in the bed next to his. 'Time to get up then', he thought to himself and stood up. He got dressed slowly, fixed his hair and made sure he was presentable. By the time he came out of the bathroom, Goyle had dressed and then apparently fallen asleep again. Crabbe just stood by the bed looking confused. Draco rolled his eyes and yelled Goyle's name. He jumped up and looked sheepishly to his feet. Crabbe suppressed a grin and followed Draco up to the great hall.
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When Harry, Ron and Hermione walked into the great hall, the Gryfindor table was already almost full. They sat down in the only places they could find seats. Ron wasted no time in piling food on his plate. Harry smiled, grabbed a piece of toast and sipped on a goblet of orange juice. Hermione had grabbed a muffin and was picking at it with a disinterest only Hermione could achieve.
"You look tired," Harry observed.
"I was up late, doing homework" she replied, placing a piece of muffin gently into her mouth, "lost track of time I guess. What about you, you went out late but didn't come back in?" 'Mione didn't even look up, she knew she wouldn't get a truthful answer out of the boy, she hadn't in years, why would things change now?
"Just walking" Harry buttered some toast with a practiced ease, he then bit a huge chunk out of it and moved his gaze to Ron who was immersed in his food. Smiling he looked around, the owls appeared to already have been. There was one waiting, however on the Slytherin table. Where he sat. Ignoring his curiosity, he concentrated on his breakfast. Casually wondering what lesson they had next, his mind hadn't settled into the new time-table yet. As if reading his mind Hermione spoke,
"Potions next then? Wonderful start to a Wednesday morning, eh?" she sighed heavily "then charms, then DADA, then of course dinner" she paused and smiled at Harry who was looking at her in a sort of awe, "then Transfiguration, and to top the day off nicely, we have History!" Looking to her boyfriend who was sat in the other side of Harry, she scoffed in mock-disgust "Ron! At least try out the knife and fork, they are there for a reason" with that she rolled her eyes and stood up, she pressed a kiss into Harry's head and whispered "see you in potions" he nodded and turned to Ron who was bright red, Harry couldn't decipher whether it was anger or embarrassment. He settled on a mix of the two.
"When did she turn into my mother?" he pouted, as Harry just shrugged and finished his juice.
"No idea. C'mon then, lets head down to our doom. You done your assignment?" Harry stood and pulled his friends arm. They walked out of the hall together, just as Malfoy and his bodyguards walked in. Harry glared at Draco with all the hatred he could muster at this time of the morning. Ron glared equally; Draco ignored them both coldly, 'which' Harry noted 'was unlike him'.
When the left, they caught a glimpse of a girl, stood against the wall, looking defeated. Harry had to suppress a laugh at the fact he could practically hear Ron drooling behind him. The girl was pretty he supposed, he was rather indifferent when it came to woman. He wondered if he was gay, the night-time trysts he shared with a certain blonde-haired Slytherin would definitely suggest so. But somehow that was above attraction, above sexuality, it was about power. And yeah, okay, slightly about the mind- blowing orgasms.
The girl Ron was currently drooling over was not a Hogwarts student. She had long, white-blonde hair, flowing down to just below her shoulders. It appeared to be feathered to her jaw line, which made her look slightly angelic in the light. Her eyes were bright blue and seemed to sparkle. Her fingernails were long and perfect, and running through her loose hair as if she were nervous or frustrated. He robes were expensive, Harry could tell just by looking. She was thin, curvy in all the right places. But the main reason that Ron was drooling was the fact that the shirt she wore under the robes, had a dangerously low neckline. Harry suspected were it any lower she would be exposing her belly-button. He internally complained Hermione wasn't around to congratulate him on his witty comment. He didn't bother voicing it to Ron. He wouldn't be amused. With a glance at his best friend and a final one at the mystery girl. Harry condemned himself to his fate. Harry Potter was officially, gay.
"Come on Ron. Stop drooling" Harry sighed as he walked down to the potions laboratory. He felt the need to apologise to Cersi, his ex girlfriend. They had, had a somewhat confusing relationship. Mainly because Harry refused to let himself be only attracted to men. However with his indifference to the female form and her overly apparent attraction too it, it had led for quite an amusing end. Neither of them had spoken out about why it ended, and Harry found it quite ironic that the main rumour was that she wouldn't put out. Harry felt no desire to correct them that it was the fact that he was unable to put out that had ended the relationship!
As they drew closer to Snape's classroom Harry heard familiar sound of his least favourite Professors raised voice. He was standing, outside his classroom, extremely involved in a heated conversation with a tall man dressed in dark robes. Harry cringed as his mind laughed cruelly and whispered 'that's more like it'. Harry repressed a groan and with a questioning look at Ron he walked into the potions classroom. Snape did not even acknowledge them. Hermione saw them and brightened up. Ron sat by his girlfriend and Harry dropped his books on the empty desk behind them.
"What's all that about?" Ron asked, casually as his arm slipped around the back of Hermione and grabbed her arse gently. She blushed and smiled, but then caught herself and rolled her eyes at Harry who just observed.
"I have no idea." Hermione admitted "But Snape seems very - " Hermione was cut of by the sound of Draco Malfoy's cool voice flowing through the doors. The trio stopped and listened to the exchange just outside the door,
"Good morning Professor" Draco said politely "Mr. Denaphia",
"Good morning Mr Malfoy" was Snape's irritated reply,
"Draco." Was what Harry guessed to be the reply of the other man. Seconds after this was said Malfoy and his two goons walked into the classroom and dropped their things on the front desk. Draco turned slowly, a flash of mischief in his eyes when he saw the trio. Harry was staring right back at Draco, a warning written all over his face. For a second it looked as if they would manage to miss their early morning tirade. Nevertheless only for a second. Harry physically cringed when he heard Ron hiss,
"Malfoy." Malfoy spun around and said, in his most polite voice.
"Hello Weasel," he nodded then looked prominently at Hermione "Miss Mudblood", then slowly his head turned and his eyes connected with Harry's "Potter".
"Call her that again and I'll kill you" Ron spat, Harry rolled his eyes and Draco sneered,
"You've been saying that for nearly seven years Weasel. I doubt you're planning to make good on your threat anytime soon." Both Harry and Hermione took Draco's insults in stride, Ron however had never learned the useful talent of blocking the youngest Malfoy out. It was then that Harry remembered, he hadn't learnt to block Malfoy out at all, he had just found other ways of expressing his anger with the boy. Much more enjoyable ways. Harry was about to open his mouth to let out an incredibly witty retort when Professor Snape swooped past him into the room, looking non-to- pleased. He turned and glared at them each in turn,
"I should be honoured that you have all managed to find your way here ten minutes before the lesson is due to start, if you are all that keen to learn" Snape looked at Ron, Hermione and Harry individually before continuing "maybe you would care to spend a few dinner times down here. Learning." He sneered before pointing his way at the board. Harry rolled his eyes and started jotting down the ingredients. In front of him he could see his best friends ears had turned a rather unflattering shade of pink and was about to comment when the rest of the class decided to bustle in. One look from Snape and everyone went quiet. Promptly sitting down and copying what was on the board.
Harry was almost concentrating fully on his potion when a stray piece of parchment landed on his desk,
So Potter, what witty, cutting, pathetic remark were you going to throw at me before Snape came in. Really, I'm rather intrigued.
Harry sighed. He could almost hear the sneer in the word Potter. How was he supposed to ignore such a blatant invitation to insult Malfoy. By the end of class Harry had an hours detention with Snape for mixing the wrong ingredients, a debt to pay for a new cauldron because his blew up, and with a raging urge to throw Draco onto a desk and fuck him 'till he bled. He'd told Draco as much in his last letter. That was how, most of the seventh yeah Gryfindor's and Slytherin's got to spend half of a potions lesson, oblivious to the fact that their respective house leaders, were unbelievably hard.
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History was just about as boring as Harry could imagine it. Hermione had given up on himself and Ron and had moved to sit by Cersi sometime last year. Harry had be slightly wary about Hermione's and Cersi's sudden closeness at the time, he had told Cersi things that he had never wished to be repeated. Sharing a lesson with the Ravenclaw's had been something Harry had enjoyed last year, he could sit in class and send notes to his girlfriend and Hermione. After they had broken up, Harry had barely spoken to her. He wondered why that was, he felt no resentment towards her and whatever way he tried to convince himself otherwise she still new more about the boy who lived than anybody else in the world, 'hell' Harry thought to himself, 'up until this morning she knew more that I did about me'.
At the moment, she had her long almost black hair pulled into loose bunches at the back of her head. He could imagine her chewing gently on the end of her quill, jotting down every now and then what Binn's was saying. Whispering to Hermione about God knows what. Harry turned to look at Ron, who was, surprisingly, asleep.
"Ron" Harry whispered gently, but to no avail. He rolled his emerald green eyes and focussed on Binns. After about two seconds he lost interest and went back to pondering the two girls. It was in a moment of maddening boredom that Harry Potter ripped a piece of parchment and scrawled 'Hello ladies. Bored as I am? H'' and apparated it onto their desk. They had learned apparation last year in DADA, but had yet to start even thinking about apparating themselves, so far Harry could just about managed one item across the room. He watched as they both looked down at the paper, somewhat shocked, they then whispered something and then Hermione wrote down on the parchment then send it back with a flick of her wand.
'Actually we were amusing ourselves by talking about you, but I suppose, if it would help you we could talk too you instead.
H & C'
Harry rolled his eyes,
'Thank you for being so very generous. Did you have a nice summer Cher?'
Within two minutes it was back on his desk,
'It was lovely thank you. How about you Mister Potter, meet any nice girls?'
After reading it Harry's head snapped up, Hermione had immersed herself into her work and Chersi was flicking, half-heartedly through her text book.
'Not a single one. Disappointed that I can't give you the sordid details of my summer affairs?'
Harry smiled, this was how he remembered getting with Chersi in the first place. Letters with double meanings. Nothing like his and Draco's which, he was sure, if anybody intercepted they would have no questions about what they meant.
'No matter. I have plenty of my own. Maybe I'll tell you about them if you're lucky. Besides I supposed your sordid meter is full to bursting after that little.........experience? last year. I trust that's over.'
For a moment had anybody looked backwards, they would have seen Harry Potter looking like a dear caught in headlights. His eyes were wide and his mind was racing. He sought through his mind to discover any way she might have found out about his and Malfoy's little...whatever they were. Then, it hit him, she wasn't talking about himself and Malfoy. She was referring to Harry's desperate attempts to be straight.
'Completely. What about yours?'
Harry wrote that with a slightly shaky hand, but before she could reply the class was dismissed. Harry sighed and shook his best friend awake. Ron jumped up with such force he almost fell backwards off his stool. He was not impressed when Harry doubled over laughing. He slapped Harry playfully on the top of his head and stood up. Harry regained his composure and smiled.
"Last lesson of the day, library or common room?" Harry asked, while he and Ron both collected their books,
"Well, erm" Ron hesitated and gave Harry an apologetic smile "me and Herm, had pencilled in some private time...sorry mate," Harry stopped his before he could apologised any more.
"That's fine! I'll go study some." Harry smiled warmly, then winked "you have fun!" With that Harry walked out of the classroom and towards the library.
Being and mid-week afternoon the library wasn't full. A few students were scattered around here and there, but the amount of empty tables were plentiful. Harry walked towards the back of the library, there was a table, in-between the aisles of books, that he always sat on. He looked at it, relieved to find it empty and dropped his books on it. He sat down at a chair and let his head fall to the desk, the cool wood against his forehead. He couldn't deny it, he felt the loneliness pull at him. The fact that he had nobody to turn to. His two best friends deserved time alone, Harry just needed to find somebody he could have time alone with. He longed to feel the urgent desire for everybody else to just disappear so he could be with somebody. Even with Chersi, he had felt uncomfortable when they had been alone. He had loved being with her around friends. But in the alone time, there had been an awkwardness that Harry hadn't been able to shake. Rolling his head to the side in defeat Harry was looking at the table, directly down the isle, separated only by a walkway. Looking directly back at him, mirroring his position and his shock. Was Malfoy.
The two boys stared intently at each other, they postures almost identical in the relaxed resignation they had both adopted to their own situations. The only parts of them that were tense were their eyes. They spent about ten minutes just, looking. In Harry's mind he was trying to decipher whether or not Draco would be up for a quick round in an abandoned classroom, but the sun shining through the window and heating his back up gently, assured him that Malfoy would not. So he continued to stare. As did Draco.
"What are you looking at Malfoy," Harry growled out, comically. It may have been more sincere if he did not have his head on the desk, his body relaxed and a relaxed smile playing at his lips,
"I was looking out the window, but your large head appears to have blocked my view," Draco explained, minutes passed, Harry didn't make any attempt to move. "So, where are your usual followers, Potter?" he smirked, sensing Harry's discomfort.
"I could ask you the same thing, Malfoy" Harry tried to put as much venom into the other boys name as he had done to him, unfortunately nobody could spit out a name, as if it were something that tasted rotten, quite like Malfoy. This said, they went back to staring for a little while longer, almost as if neither could be bothered to do anything except breathe. Harry was internally tired, from all the feelings of loneliness he had been repressing. Draco was tired physically, from the lack of sleep he had been getting.
Draco started to wonder when fighting with Potter had gotten boring, it was almost like he didn't have the energy anymore. That it was completely pointless. He fought with him in public, purely for the amusement of his peers but he didn't enjoy it anymore. Before it was all about winning. Beating Harry. Showing him, that he was the best. Slytherin's were better than Gryfindor's. Malfoy's were better than, well, everyone. It was all a public battle. To save face. In the last year, it had changed. It had become a private battle. It was no longer about who got the quickest remarks, who was the best with their wands, who was better at Quiddich, 'well okay,' Draco thought, 'it's still a lot about that last one.' Truth be told, Draco wasn't sure what it was about anymore.
Harry sighed heavily. He was actually fighting the urge to fall asleep. Had he been more awake he may have questioned the fact that he was so comforted by the sounds of Draco's breathing.
"Potter?" Draco called, clearly losing patience with the situation, "POTTER!" he repeated, his voice getting louder, while still remained hushed so he could avoid the librarian. Harry's eyes snapped open and Draco muttered "finally," under his breath. Harry looked confused and then sat up. "I don't appreciate people falling asleep on me, Potter, if you don't hurry you'll miss supper." Then, will a final sneer Draco left the library leaving Harry looking dazed.
Standing, Harry wondered why Draco had woken him up. Walking out of the library, Harry assured himself that the real Malfoy would have let him miss supper. Walking down the long corridor towards the great hall, Harry wondered how Malfoy could possibly use that against him. As he sat down between Ron and Hermione, Harry was only sure of one thing. Somehow, that was going to come back to haunt him.
"Who is she?" Hermione whispered, to Lavender who was sat next to her. It was then Harry realised that all eyes, were on the Slytherin table. Harry looked, and saw the cause of disruption. The blonde girl he and Ron had seen this morning was sat next to Draco Malfoy, twirling some hair around her finger and every now and then nodding at something that Draco said. All in all, she looked very bored.
"I saw her this morning, just outside here" Harry shrugged, and took a sip out of his goblet. Eventually people got bored with watching the new Slytherin and fell back into the madness that was supper. Harry continued to watch her however, there was definitely something about her, Harry just had no idea what. Why would somebody start Hogwarts, nearly a month after the term had started? Even more unusual was the fact that she was quite obviously in the same year as Draco, and would be graduating very soon. Harry decided that he didn't like or trust her and that decision had nothing to do with the fact she had just kissed Draco's neck.
"Hah!" Harry turned to face his best friend who was smirking at him smugly. "I think our little Harry has a crush on a Slytherin" Harry was aghast,
"WHAT?" he shouted, loud enough for everybody to turn his or her attention to him. Looking down at his plate sheepishly he added, "that's just" he paused, shrugging, "I don't....I mean, why would I, I hate - "
"Harry, mate, relax. She's a cute piece of tail. Mind you, she's all over that slimy git Malfoy. She's probably best avoided" Ron looked away from the Slytherin's in disgust, and to his best friend who was mentally slapping himself.
"Right. Yeah. I guess she is." Harry was going through a string of obscenities in his head, all amounting to what an idiot he was. 'Of course they meant the girl, nobody here has any reason to think otherwise.' Harry relaxed, but was still a little startled to how he had reacted when he had thought it was Malfoy. It was the tapping of the glass that brought Harry out of his inner-turmoil. Everybody was now looking to the head table were Dumbledore was stood, looking very tired.
"Now we have all finished a wonderful supper" Dumbledore started, smiling gratefully at Dobby who was stood just out of sight by the main doors, "I would like to take a moment and introduce to you a new student." All eyes turned to the girl, who was in fact, glaring viciously at Dumbledore, she whispered something to Draco and he smirked. "Miss Ciara Denaphia" Dumbledore stopped and watched and she stood up, looking angrier by the second, she forced a fake-looking smile to her lips and then sat down. Draco was chuckling silently at her, but stopped when she slapped his arm. "I trust you will all make her feel welcome."
Harry and his friends didn't stay long after that speech. They all made their way up to the common room, Ciara pretty much forgotten in favour of homework and sleep. Harry waited in the common room for about an hour and then stood, Ron and Hermione looked at each other meaningfully but didn't say a word.
"Night" he said, softly, they both nodded their replies and with that Harry went upstairs. He entered his room and smiled at the fact it was empty, he slid his invisibility cloak around his shoulders and then, gently pulled it up over his head. He then went back down into the common room and waited for somebody to open the portrait hole. When they did he snuck out and headed to the charms classroom where he usually met Malfoy. Harry strained to keep the smile from his lips as he saw the blonde boy leaning against the wall, looking impatient. Harry dropped his invisibility cloak and folded it. He then left it behind the statue where he always did, he wasn't sure why he didn't want Malfoy to know he had it, he just didn't. He walked around the corner and nodded at Draco who nodded in return and came to stand in front of Harry.
"Potter" Draco drawled,
"Malfoy"
"Follow me" Draco walked downwards for a change, it was very rare they used an abandoned dungeon room but Harry followed without saying a word. He followed Draco through a door and before he could register anything, the door was closed and Draco's lips were on his neck. Harry shivered under Draco's touch. Draco's able fingers had Harry's clothes off in under a minute and were pressing Harry into the wall. Harry groaned as he felt Draco's hardness press into his own. He rolled his hips and realised Draco was still dressed. He rid Draco of his clothes and soon the two boys were skin to skin. In one swift movement Harry brought his legs up around Draco's hips and Draco pressed him further into the wall for support. He guided himself into Harry and in next to no time they were both panting heavily. Neither spoke a word as they fell to the floor. Neither spoke a word as they climaxed. Neither spoke a word as Draco pulled out of Harry. Neither spoke a word as Draco started getting dressed. Neither spoke a word, until Harry's curiosity got the better of him.
"Draco?"
"Yes?"
"Who's that girl?" ('That you were practically kissing at the table')
"Ciara?"
"Yeah...?"
"Jealous Potter?"
"Not at all" ('yes completely')
"She's a friend of the family"
"She was kissing you..." ('GREAT POTTER! Way to sound like a jealous idiot')
"She was. What's your point?" Draco turned to face Harry, looking directly at him,
"Just wondered. Wouldn't want to wait around all night to find you weren't coming because you're busy with your girlfriend..."
"She's not my - -" Draco stopped and smiled "miss me would you potter?"
"No." ('Yes.')
"I think you would." Draco smirked,
"Think what you want." ('FUCK!')
"Anymore questions, Potter? Or can I leave now?"
"Why did you wake me up for supper?"
"Because I knew, you were hungry. Your stomach was rumbling like it hadn't been fed in years,"
"You were watching me sleep?" ('Hah!')
"No" Draco's eyes fell to the ground and he started to resemble a dear caught in headlights,
"Well, well Malfoy. You learn something new everyday. Now you can go" and with a final smirk from Harry, Draco left. Leaving Harry feeling, very content with himself indeed.
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Please review, I live for them. I'm something of a review whore. Don't worry about Chersi being a main character, her part is over-with. Done, dusted and off she skips to join the ranks of the other five minute stars of Hogwarts.
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Later, Flizz.
Author :: Flizz (Crazygirl8639467aol.com)
Pairing(s) :: Harry/Draco, Ron/Hermione, mild Harry/Other, mild Draco /other
Disclaimer :: I don't own Harry Potter........if your surprised and you think my writing is so good that i could be JK Rowling herself.....please email me, i love ego-boosts! If you want to sue me, feel free, i have no money to take.
Rating :: R
Summary :: Just because it's dark doesn't mean you can't be seen. A new threat invades Hogwarts, the Dark Lord is almost at full strength and Draco and Harry's sordid affairs are about to be thrown into the harsh light of day, are they strong enough to fight for their lives as well as for each other? (SLASH ALERT -- Homophobes Scram!).
Category(s) :: angst/romance/drama
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The pale moon rose over Hogwarts, no different than it had, every night in the hundreds of years that the castle had been built. The stars glistened in a mocking reflection of what the sky was millennia ago. The air was crisp and cool, the merging of a warm British summer into a perfectly mild autumn. The school was deceptively calm, inside, the students relaxed into their newly reinstated routine after the long summer break. Windows were open to allow the late September air into dorm rooms that would otherwise be unbearable for the young wizards within.
As the evening ebbed away to the adamant night, lights started to dim all over the castle as the students, one by one, turned in after a long day of learning. The older students would undoubtedly be relaxing now that the first few years were heading off too bed. Kisses would be exchanged between lovers, hugs between friends. All the glances of want, need, lust, hate and love that had been exchanged during the day would climax in whatever way suited.
Towards the back of the castle, in a room and few stories above the rose garden that bloomed, happily, in spite of the looming end that the next few weeks would bring, a scream could have been heard emitting from the slightly ajar window. Had anybody been walking in that rose garden a secret may have been discovered that very night. However as the case may be, the garden was empty and so one of the biggest secrets locked deep within Hogwarts' protective walls, would remain.
The room was dark, dusty and oppressive. It wasn't really a wonder that most students would use their dorm rooms, or even their common rooms in favour of this. The wooden floor was about half an inch deep in dust, broken only by the garments of clothing that had been tossed aside in the heat of the moment.
Calloused hands gripped a pale wrist, so tightly that there would undoubtedly be bruises the next day. The wrist was pressed harshly into the table and the slender fingers grappled at the smooth wood hopelessly for some support. The table squeaked and threatened to break under the insistent, urgent movements of the two bodies on top of it. Eyes scrunched shut in a pure ecstasy that can only be found after the sun has set. As the inevitable climax ensued the movement sped up, the breathing hitched to a point where an onlooker would wonder if they were having respiratory problems. A repressed scream escaped from the mouth of a dark-haired boy, which was closely followed by a groan from the person beneath him. Spent and tired the boy fell onto the body beneath him, his head falling into the crook of his partners neck, sighing against the soft skin. His hips continued to rock slightly, riding out his orgasm tiredly. He kissed the pale skin once before moving out of the body beneath him. He stood up and turned to find his trousers. He pulled them on, not looking at the person sat on the desk. He pulled on his shirt next, fastening the bottom half, but leaving the top half fully open, exposing the slightly tanned skin of the boys chest. He draped his tie around his shoulders, pulled his robes on and grabbed his wand, tucking it gently into the waistband of his black pants. As he stepped into his shoes, he raised his eyes to meet the silvery- blue ones that were watching him with amusement. Luckily he had long since stopped blushing from the intensity of the others gaze. He turned and walked to the door, he stopped, his hand hovering over the handle,
"Night.." he sighed, then opened the door and walked out, just before the door closed again, the word 'Yeah' fell from the other boys lips.
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Harry Potter woke up gradually. The sun shining brightly through the window, directly onto his bed. He sat up, letting the rich, red blanket pool at his waist exposing his almost bare chest. He had his red flannel pyjamas on, the ones that all students were provided with, but he had left the shirt un-buttoned due to the heat. He stretched contentedly and reached for his glasses on the bedside table, he pulled them onto his face and blinked at the undeniable brightness of the morning.
In the bed next to him Ron Weasley let out a loud snore. Harry smiled and looked over to his best friend. One of his legs were sticking out from underneath the blanket, which was somehow so tangled with his body Harry wasn't sure his friend could breath sufficiently, his snoring however, eased Harry's mind. His bright red hair (which somehow seemed brighter in the morning sun) was messier that Harry's normally was and wet with sweat. His face was relaxed and his mouth was wide open, snoring happily.
"Ron" Harry said, firmly with underlying amusement. He shook his head as his friend didn't react and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He stood and stretched again, lifting a pillow from behind him and dropping it, unceremoniously onto his best friend. Ron woke with a start.
"Harry..." he gaped at the pillow and then rolled his eyes, "mornin' mate" he sighed, his voice heavy with sleep. Harry nodded his reply and walked to his trunk at the end of his bed. Left neatly over the top were his school clothes and he picked them up, making his way to the bathroom. He spent about ten minutes in the shower, washing the night away, making himself clean for another day at Hogwarts. He rinsed his hair under the water, but did not wash it. His stomach was already rumbling and he just wanted to go eat. He grabbed for the towel he had left over the top of the shower stall and draped it around his slender hips. He ran a hand proudly over his toned stomach and was even impressed he managed to tan over the summer. The many hours spent out in the garden, working for the Dursley's paid off.
When the boy who lived stepped out of the shower he was greeted by the foamy smile of his best friend who spluttered a cheery "Hiya Harry" then promptly spat into the sink and rinsed his mouth out with water.
"Awake then?" Harry smiled and grabbed another towel, drying himself off gently
"Yeah. Fucking hungry though, mate. Hurry up and get dressed yeah?" Ron encouraged, Harry noted that Ron was already dressed and his hair was now neatly spiked up. "I'm going to head down and see 'Mione, meet ya in the common room?"
"Sure." With that said, Ron disappeared out of the room leaving Harry to get dressed.
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"Hey, Ron" Hermione smiled warmly from her chair. She was sitting with her legs tucked up under her, head resting against the tall back of the chair, reading a book that was thicker than Ron's entire family library put together.
"Mione" he grinned, causing her to blush with a well-timed boyish wink. "How long you been awake?" he enquired, sitting gingerly on the arm of the chair.
"A few hours" she sighed, turning a page "couldn't sleep, kept thinking about the potions assignment...." Ron rolled his eyes at Hermione's sour expression,
"Are you still on that Mione?" he questioned, pulling the book from her hands and placing it neatly on the table beside the chair, her wide eyes looked up at him and he just looked back playfully "you finished it weeks ago. Stop trying to top Malfoy. Snape probably writes his for him." He pulled Hermione up so she was standing in front of him and he placed his lips gently against hers. She smiled and melted into his kiss. That was how Harry found them.
Harry leaned back against the wall and folded his arms. He liked watching his friends happiness. Somehow watching them together made up for the fact that Harry had nobody. After letting them continue for a few minutes, he let out a discreet cough and his two best friends turned to smile at him.
"Right then. Food here we come." Ron took Hermione's hand and walked to the door, Harry followed and they made the long walk from the Gryfindor tower to the great hall.
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'The one bad thing', Draco pondered, 'about the Slytherin dungeons is that there is no natural light'. In the common room there were small windows at the very top of the high ceiling, that were very small and just sufficient to allow air to circulate. Other than that, there was nothing. The walls were charmed to radiate heat, so that an otherwise cold and unbearable living situation, was actually rather cosy. But at night, which was Draco's favourite time, he liked nothing more than lying on his bed and staring at the stars.
His father had taught him a spell, to enchant the ceiling of his bed so that it reflected the night sky, much like that of the spell on the great hall, but on a much smaller scale. It was a well known fact amongst the Slytherin house that Draco Malfoy was an insomniac. He spent most of his nights either studying (his main goal was to surpass Granger) or writing in his journal.
Right now Draco was lying on his back, willing the time to pass quickly so he didn't have to spend the rest of the night not-thinking about what it is he shouldn't be thinking about. Yet, the more he strained to keep his mind off it. The more it haunted him. Draco Malfoy, was lonely. His father had warned him, told him that unless he trod very carefully that line of respect the Slytherin's had for him would turn to fear. He had messed his step up and now he was alone. But then, he wondered bitterly, if everybody in the house was the same as him. It seemed to him the only two who were not lonely, were the two boys stupid enough to follow him thoughtlessly. The two boys he shared a room with.
Slytherin was not a house, it was a battle-zone. Albeit a mock one. Nobody would think twice about betraying another in his or her house. The only way to stay on top of it all, was to be feared. Draco was. He had the Malfoy name behind him. It had taken him maybe a week in Hogwarts to realise that a family name can only achieve so much. The rest of the fear he'd had to get himself. Eventually he did, and he was just now beginning to wish he hadn't.
Then there was that other twist in his life. The one thing his entire Hogwarts existence had seemed to revolve around, one way or another. Potter. Draco himself wasn't quite sure how it had happened. One day, not long after the start of their sixth year, which, being as it was only a year ago still seemed like a lifetime to Draco , they had been fighting, as per usual and in a moment, when Draco was waiting for Potter to retort to his latest tirade of insults, he had in fact pinned Draco to the wall and kissed him. What was more startling was that this had seemed perfectly normal to Draco . Like the next step in their never-relenting battle to be on top. Into that kiss Draco had poured all the hatred of the past six years, and in return he felt the same from Potter. Things had just escalated and pretty soon they began shagging. At least once a week, only under the cover of night and never speaking the others name. They never spoke anything in fact, things never changed between them. Their verbal battles continued, however without the venom and passion they had once fought, those feelings and emotions were best left until the cover of nightfall.
Somehow when it was him and Potter, it wasn't sex. It wasn't private or intimate. It was a battle, it was the only way they could truly fight anymore and feel the hatred coursing through the other. Draco sighed heavily in his bed. Both of them had, had girlfriends during some point in their little - Draco still didn't know what to call it. Harry had spent the best part of last year with a Ravenclaw girl named Cersi Hursan. Nobody was quite sure what ended that affair, but many rumours went around that it was her inability to put-out, so to speak.
Draco himself had been on and off again with his promised fiancée Ciara Denaphia, daughter of one of the dark lords favoured followers. Close friend to Lucius Malfoy. Their wedding had been planned the minute they had been born, co-incidentally on the same day. Draco failed to see, why, if he was going to be stuck with her anyway, he should prevent himself from enjoying her when he pleased. She was a beautiful girl after all. She was not a Slytherin however, she did not even go to Hogwarts. She was home tutored. Apparently she had some secrets he wasn't to concern himself with until he said "I do".
Snapped suddenly out of his thoughts by the alarm screaming at his side, Draco jumped and glared at the alarm. He knocked it off and saw Goyle stir in the bed next to his. 'Time to get up then', he thought to himself and stood up. He got dressed slowly, fixed his hair and made sure he was presentable. By the time he came out of the bathroom, Goyle had dressed and then apparently fallen asleep again. Crabbe just stood by the bed looking confused. Draco rolled his eyes and yelled Goyle's name. He jumped up and looked sheepishly to his feet. Crabbe suppressed a grin and followed Draco up to the great hall.
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When Harry, Ron and Hermione walked into the great hall, the Gryfindor table was already almost full. They sat down in the only places they could find seats. Ron wasted no time in piling food on his plate. Harry smiled, grabbed a piece of toast and sipped on a goblet of orange juice. Hermione had grabbed a muffin and was picking at it with a disinterest only Hermione could achieve.
"You look tired," Harry observed.
"I was up late, doing homework" she replied, placing a piece of muffin gently into her mouth, "lost track of time I guess. What about you, you went out late but didn't come back in?" 'Mione didn't even look up, she knew she wouldn't get a truthful answer out of the boy, she hadn't in years, why would things change now?
"Just walking" Harry buttered some toast with a practiced ease, he then bit a huge chunk out of it and moved his gaze to Ron who was immersed in his food. Smiling he looked around, the owls appeared to already have been. There was one waiting, however on the Slytherin table. Where he sat. Ignoring his curiosity, he concentrated on his breakfast. Casually wondering what lesson they had next, his mind hadn't settled into the new time-table yet. As if reading his mind Hermione spoke,
"Potions next then? Wonderful start to a Wednesday morning, eh?" she sighed heavily "then charms, then DADA, then of course dinner" she paused and smiled at Harry who was looking at her in a sort of awe, "then Transfiguration, and to top the day off nicely, we have History!" Looking to her boyfriend who was sat in the other side of Harry, she scoffed in mock-disgust "Ron! At least try out the knife and fork, they are there for a reason" with that she rolled her eyes and stood up, she pressed a kiss into Harry's head and whispered "see you in potions" he nodded and turned to Ron who was bright red, Harry couldn't decipher whether it was anger or embarrassment. He settled on a mix of the two.
"When did she turn into my mother?" he pouted, as Harry just shrugged and finished his juice.
"No idea. C'mon then, lets head down to our doom. You done your assignment?" Harry stood and pulled his friends arm. They walked out of the hall together, just as Malfoy and his bodyguards walked in. Harry glared at Draco with all the hatred he could muster at this time of the morning. Ron glared equally; Draco ignored them both coldly, 'which' Harry noted 'was unlike him'.
When the left, they caught a glimpse of a girl, stood against the wall, looking defeated. Harry had to suppress a laugh at the fact he could practically hear Ron drooling behind him. The girl was pretty he supposed, he was rather indifferent when it came to woman. He wondered if he was gay, the night-time trysts he shared with a certain blonde-haired Slytherin would definitely suggest so. But somehow that was above attraction, above sexuality, it was about power. And yeah, okay, slightly about the mind- blowing orgasms.
The girl Ron was currently drooling over was not a Hogwarts student. She had long, white-blonde hair, flowing down to just below her shoulders. It appeared to be feathered to her jaw line, which made her look slightly angelic in the light. Her eyes were bright blue and seemed to sparkle. Her fingernails were long and perfect, and running through her loose hair as if she were nervous or frustrated. He robes were expensive, Harry could tell just by looking. She was thin, curvy in all the right places. But the main reason that Ron was drooling was the fact that the shirt she wore under the robes, had a dangerously low neckline. Harry suspected were it any lower she would be exposing her belly-button. He internally complained Hermione wasn't around to congratulate him on his witty comment. He didn't bother voicing it to Ron. He wouldn't be amused. With a glance at his best friend and a final one at the mystery girl. Harry condemned himself to his fate. Harry Potter was officially, gay.
"Come on Ron. Stop drooling" Harry sighed as he walked down to the potions laboratory. He felt the need to apologise to Cersi, his ex girlfriend. They had, had a somewhat confusing relationship. Mainly because Harry refused to let himself be only attracted to men. However with his indifference to the female form and her overly apparent attraction too it, it had led for quite an amusing end. Neither of them had spoken out about why it ended, and Harry found it quite ironic that the main rumour was that she wouldn't put out. Harry felt no desire to correct them that it was the fact that he was unable to put out that had ended the relationship!
As they drew closer to Snape's classroom Harry heard familiar sound of his least favourite Professors raised voice. He was standing, outside his classroom, extremely involved in a heated conversation with a tall man dressed in dark robes. Harry cringed as his mind laughed cruelly and whispered 'that's more like it'. Harry repressed a groan and with a questioning look at Ron he walked into the potions classroom. Snape did not even acknowledge them. Hermione saw them and brightened up. Ron sat by his girlfriend and Harry dropped his books on the empty desk behind them.
"What's all that about?" Ron asked, casually as his arm slipped around the back of Hermione and grabbed her arse gently. She blushed and smiled, but then caught herself and rolled her eyes at Harry who just observed.
"I have no idea." Hermione admitted "But Snape seems very - " Hermione was cut of by the sound of Draco Malfoy's cool voice flowing through the doors. The trio stopped and listened to the exchange just outside the door,
"Good morning Professor" Draco said politely "Mr. Denaphia",
"Good morning Mr Malfoy" was Snape's irritated reply,
"Draco." Was what Harry guessed to be the reply of the other man. Seconds after this was said Malfoy and his two goons walked into the classroom and dropped their things on the front desk. Draco turned slowly, a flash of mischief in his eyes when he saw the trio. Harry was staring right back at Draco, a warning written all over his face. For a second it looked as if they would manage to miss their early morning tirade. Nevertheless only for a second. Harry physically cringed when he heard Ron hiss,
"Malfoy." Malfoy spun around and said, in his most polite voice.
"Hello Weasel," he nodded then looked prominently at Hermione "Miss Mudblood", then slowly his head turned and his eyes connected with Harry's "Potter".
"Call her that again and I'll kill you" Ron spat, Harry rolled his eyes and Draco sneered,
"You've been saying that for nearly seven years Weasel. I doubt you're planning to make good on your threat anytime soon." Both Harry and Hermione took Draco's insults in stride, Ron however had never learned the useful talent of blocking the youngest Malfoy out. It was then that Harry remembered, he hadn't learnt to block Malfoy out at all, he had just found other ways of expressing his anger with the boy. Much more enjoyable ways. Harry was about to open his mouth to let out an incredibly witty retort when Professor Snape swooped past him into the room, looking non-to- pleased. He turned and glared at them each in turn,
"I should be honoured that you have all managed to find your way here ten minutes before the lesson is due to start, if you are all that keen to learn" Snape looked at Ron, Hermione and Harry individually before continuing "maybe you would care to spend a few dinner times down here. Learning." He sneered before pointing his way at the board. Harry rolled his eyes and started jotting down the ingredients. In front of him he could see his best friends ears had turned a rather unflattering shade of pink and was about to comment when the rest of the class decided to bustle in. One look from Snape and everyone went quiet. Promptly sitting down and copying what was on the board.
Harry was almost concentrating fully on his potion when a stray piece of parchment landed on his desk,
So Potter, what witty, cutting, pathetic remark were you going to throw at me before Snape came in. Really, I'm rather intrigued.
Harry sighed. He could almost hear the sneer in the word Potter. How was he supposed to ignore such a blatant invitation to insult Malfoy. By the end of class Harry had an hours detention with Snape for mixing the wrong ingredients, a debt to pay for a new cauldron because his blew up, and with a raging urge to throw Draco onto a desk and fuck him 'till he bled. He'd told Draco as much in his last letter. That was how, most of the seventh yeah Gryfindor's and Slytherin's got to spend half of a potions lesson, oblivious to the fact that their respective house leaders, were unbelievably hard.
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History was just about as boring as Harry could imagine it. Hermione had given up on himself and Ron and had moved to sit by Cersi sometime last year. Harry had be slightly wary about Hermione's and Cersi's sudden closeness at the time, he had told Cersi things that he had never wished to be repeated. Sharing a lesson with the Ravenclaw's had been something Harry had enjoyed last year, he could sit in class and send notes to his girlfriend and Hermione. After they had broken up, Harry had barely spoken to her. He wondered why that was, he felt no resentment towards her and whatever way he tried to convince himself otherwise she still new more about the boy who lived than anybody else in the world, 'hell' Harry thought to himself, 'up until this morning she knew more that I did about me'.
At the moment, she had her long almost black hair pulled into loose bunches at the back of her head. He could imagine her chewing gently on the end of her quill, jotting down every now and then what Binn's was saying. Whispering to Hermione about God knows what. Harry turned to look at Ron, who was, surprisingly, asleep.
"Ron" Harry whispered gently, but to no avail. He rolled his emerald green eyes and focussed on Binns. After about two seconds he lost interest and went back to pondering the two girls. It was in a moment of maddening boredom that Harry Potter ripped a piece of parchment and scrawled 'Hello ladies. Bored as I am? H'' and apparated it onto their desk. They had learned apparation last year in DADA, but had yet to start even thinking about apparating themselves, so far Harry could just about managed one item across the room. He watched as they both looked down at the paper, somewhat shocked, they then whispered something and then Hermione wrote down on the parchment then send it back with a flick of her wand.
'Actually we were amusing ourselves by talking about you, but I suppose, if it would help you we could talk too you instead.
H & C'
Harry rolled his eyes,
'Thank you for being so very generous. Did you have a nice summer Cher?'
Within two minutes it was back on his desk,
'It was lovely thank you. How about you Mister Potter, meet any nice girls?'
After reading it Harry's head snapped up, Hermione had immersed herself into her work and Chersi was flicking, half-heartedly through her text book.
'Not a single one. Disappointed that I can't give you the sordid details of my summer affairs?'
Harry smiled, this was how he remembered getting with Chersi in the first place. Letters with double meanings. Nothing like his and Draco's which, he was sure, if anybody intercepted they would have no questions about what they meant.
'No matter. I have plenty of my own. Maybe I'll tell you about them if you're lucky. Besides I supposed your sordid meter is full to bursting after that little.........experience? last year. I trust that's over.'
For a moment had anybody looked backwards, they would have seen Harry Potter looking like a dear caught in headlights. His eyes were wide and his mind was racing. He sought through his mind to discover any way she might have found out about his and Malfoy's little...whatever they were. Then, it hit him, she wasn't talking about himself and Malfoy. She was referring to Harry's desperate attempts to be straight.
'Completely. What about yours?'
Harry wrote that with a slightly shaky hand, but before she could reply the class was dismissed. Harry sighed and shook his best friend awake. Ron jumped up with such force he almost fell backwards off his stool. He was not impressed when Harry doubled over laughing. He slapped Harry playfully on the top of his head and stood up. Harry regained his composure and smiled.
"Last lesson of the day, library or common room?" Harry asked, while he and Ron both collected their books,
"Well, erm" Ron hesitated and gave Harry an apologetic smile "me and Herm, had pencilled in some private time...sorry mate," Harry stopped his before he could apologised any more.
"That's fine! I'll go study some." Harry smiled warmly, then winked "you have fun!" With that Harry walked out of the classroom and towards the library.
Being and mid-week afternoon the library wasn't full. A few students were scattered around here and there, but the amount of empty tables were plentiful. Harry walked towards the back of the library, there was a table, in-between the aisles of books, that he always sat on. He looked at it, relieved to find it empty and dropped his books on it. He sat down at a chair and let his head fall to the desk, the cool wood against his forehead. He couldn't deny it, he felt the loneliness pull at him. The fact that he had nobody to turn to. His two best friends deserved time alone, Harry just needed to find somebody he could have time alone with. He longed to feel the urgent desire for everybody else to just disappear so he could be with somebody. Even with Chersi, he had felt uncomfortable when they had been alone. He had loved being with her around friends. But in the alone time, there had been an awkwardness that Harry hadn't been able to shake. Rolling his head to the side in defeat Harry was looking at the table, directly down the isle, separated only by a walkway. Looking directly back at him, mirroring his position and his shock. Was Malfoy.
The two boys stared intently at each other, they postures almost identical in the relaxed resignation they had both adopted to their own situations. The only parts of them that were tense were their eyes. They spent about ten minutes just, looking. In Harry's mind he was trying to decipher whether or not Draco would be up for a quick round in an abandoned classroom, but the sun shining through the window and heating his back up gently, assured him that Malfoy would not. So he continued to stare. As did Draco.
"What are you looking at Malfoy," Harry growled out, comically. It may have been more sincere if he did not have his head on the desk, his body relaxed and a relaxed smile playing at his lips,
"I was looking out the window, but your large head appears to have blocked my view," Draco explained, minutes passed, Harry didn't make any attempt to move. "So, where are your usual followers, Potter?" he smirked, sensing Harry's discomfort.
"I could ask you the same thing, Malfoy" Harry tried to put as much venom into the other boys name as he had done to him, unfortunately nobody could spit out a name, as if it were something that tasted rotten, quite like Malfoy. This said, they went back to staring for a little while longer, almost as if neither could be bothered to do anything except breathe. Harry was internally tired, from all the feelings of loneliness he had been repressing. Draco was tired physically, from the lack of sleep he had been getting.
Draco started to wonder when fighting with Potter had gotten boring, it was almost like he didn't have the energy anymore. That it was completely pointless. He fought with him in public, purely for the amusement of his peers but he didn't enjoy it anymore. Before it was all about winning. Beating Harry. Showing him, that he was the best. Slytherin's were better than Gryfindor's. Malfoy's were better than, well, everyone. It was all a public battle. To save face. In the last year, it had changed. It had become a private battle. It was no longer about who got the quickest remarks, who was the best with their wands, who was better at Quiddich, 'well okay,' Draco thought, 'it's still a lot about that last one.' Truth be told, Draco wasn't sure what it was about anymore.
Harry sighed heavily. He was actually fighting the urge to fall asleep. Had he been more awake he may have questioned the fact that he was so comforted by the sounds of Draco's breathing.
"Potter?" Draco called, clearly losing patience with the situation, "POTTER!" he repeated, his voice getting louder, while still remained hushed so he could avoid the librarian. Harry's eyes snapped open and Draco muttered "finally," under his breath. Harry looked confused and then sat up. "I don't appreciate people falling asleep on me, Potter, if you don't hurry you'll miss supper." Then, will a final sneer Draco left the library leaving Harry looking dazed.
Standing, Harry wondered why Draco had woken him up. Walking out of the library, Harry assured himself that the real Malfoy would have let him miss supper. Walking down the long corridor towards the great hall, Harry wondered how Malfoy could possibly use that against him. As he sat down between Ron and Hermione, Harry was only sure of one thing. Somehow, that was going to come back to haunt him.
"Who is she?" Hermione whispered, to Lavender who was sat next to her. It was then Harry realised that all eyes, were on the Slytherin table. Harry looked, and saw the cause of disruption. The blonde girl he and Ron had seen this morning was sat next to Draco Malfoy, twirling some hair around her finger and every now and then nodding at something that Draco said. All in all, she looked very bored.
"I saw her this morning, just outside here" Harry shrugged, and took a sip out of his goblet. Eventually people got bored with watching the new Slytherin and fell back into the madness that was supper. Harry continued to watch her however, there was definitely something about her, Harry just had no idea what. Why would somebody start Hogwarts, nearly a month after the term had started? Even more unusual was the fact that she was quite obviously in the same year as Draco, and would be graduating very soon. Harry decided that he didn't like or trust her and that decision had nothing to do with the fact she had just kissed Draco's neck.
"Hah!" Harry turned to face his best friend who was smirking at him smugly. "I think our little Harry has a crush on a Slytherin" Harry was aghast,
"WHAT?" he shouted, loud enough for everybody to turn his or her attention to him. Looking down at his plate sheepishly he added, "that's just" he paused, shrugging, "I don't....I mean, why would I, I hate - "
"Harry, mate, relax. She's a cute piece of tail. Mind you, she's all over that slimy git Malfoy. She's probably best avoided" Ron looked away from the Slytherin's in disgust, and to his best friend who was mentally slapping himself.
"Right. Yeah. I guess she is." Harry was going through a string of obscenities in his head, all amounting to what an idiot he was. 'Of course they meant the girl, nobody here has any reason to think otherwise.' Harry relaxed, but was still a little startled to how he had reacted when he had thought it was Malfoy. It was the tapping of the glass that brought Harry out of his inner-turmoil. Everybody was now looking to the head table were Dumbledore was stood, looking very tired.
"Now we have all finished a wonderful supper" Dumbledore started, smiling gratefully at Dobby who was stood just out of sight by the main doors, "I would like to take a moment and introduce to you a new student." All eyes turned to the girl, who was in fact, glaring viciously at Dumbledore, she whispered something to Draco and he smirked. "Miss Ciara Denaphia" Dumbledore stopped and watched and she stood up, looking angrier by the second, she forced a fake-looking smile to her lips and then sat down. Draco was chuckling silently at her, but stopped when she slapped his arm. "I trust you will all make her feel welcome."
Harry and his friends didn't stay long after that speech. They all made their way up to the common room, Ciara pretty much forgotten in favour of homework and sleep. Harry waited in the common room for about an hour and then stood, Ron and Hermione looked at each other meaningfully but didn't say a word.
"Night" he said, softly, they both nodded their replies and with that Harry went upstairs. He entered his room and smiled at the fact it was empty, he slid his invisibility cloak around his shoulders and then, gently pulled it up over his head. He then went back down into the common room and waited for somebody to open the portrait hole. When they did he snuck out and headed to the charms classroom where he usually met Malfoy. Harry strained to keep the smile from his lips as he saw the blonde boy leaning against the wall, looking impatient. Harry dropped his invisibility cloak and folded it. He then left it behind the statue where he always did, he wasn't sure why he didn't want Malfoy to know he had it, he just didn't. He walked around the corner and nodded at Draco who nodded in return and came to stand in front of Harry.
"Potter" Draco drawled,
"Malfoy"
"Follow me" Draco walked downwards for a change, it was very rare they used an abandoned dungeon room but Harry followed without saying a word. He followed Draco through a door and before he could register anything, the door was closed and Draco's lips were on his neck. Harry shivered under Draco's touch. Draco's able fingers had Harry's clothes off in under a minute and were pressing Harry into the wall. Harry groaned as he felt Draco's hardness press into his own. He rolled his hips and realised Draco was still dressed. He rid Draco of his clothes and soon the two boys were skin to skin. In one swift movement Harry brought his legs up around Draco's hips and Draco pressed him further into the wall for support. He guided himself into Harry and in next to no time they were both panting heavily. Neither spoke a word as they fell to the floor. Neither spoke a word as they climaxed. Neither spoke a word as Draco pulled out of Harry. Neither spoke a word as Draco started getting dressed. Neither spoke a word, until Harry's curiosity got the better of him.
"Draco?"
"Yes?"
"Who's that girl?" ('That you were practically kissing at the table')
"Ciara?"
"Yeah...?"
"Jealous Potter?"
"Not at all" ('yes completely')
"She's a friend of the family"
"She was kissing you..." ('GREAT POTTER! Way to sound like a jealous idiot')
"She was. What's your point?" Draco turned to face Harry, looking directly at him,
"Just wondered. Wouldn't want to wait around all night to find you weren't coming because you're busy with your girlfriend..."
"She's not my - -" Draco stopped and smiled "miss me would you potter?"
"No." ('Yes.')
"I think you would." Draco smirked,
"Think what you want." ('FUCK!')
"Anymore questions, Potter? Or can I leave now?"
"Why did you wake me up for supper?"
"Because I knew, you were hungry. Your stomach was rumbling like it hadn't been fed in years,"
"You were watching me sleep?" ('Hah!')
"No" Draco's eyes fell to the ground and he started to resemble a dear caught in headlights,
"Well, well Malfoy. You learn something new everyday. Now you can go" and with a final smirk from Harry, Draco left. Leaving Harry feeling, very content with himself indeed.
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