I wasn't planning to carry this on, but then I thought, why not! I'm only writing three other stories at the same time!
Chapter Two
"Oh, hey Hermione, fancy seeing you here!" Ron grinned and ran over to where the bushy haired girl was staring, mouth wide open out of the window. "I know, the rain is getting really heavy, I couldn't help but stare at it earlier either!" Hermione didn't move. "Urm, I wonder if Harry got outside."
"He did." Her voice came out as a squeak, making Ron frown and peer out of the window.
Harry and Draco were stood outside the door, arms encasing one another, the rain cascading over their bodies like a shower, obscuring them mostly from view. But, however, not enough to make Ron doubt the fact that it was definitely Harry and Malfoy!
"Bloody hell!"
"Uhuh." Hermione nodded in agreement, not taking her eyes off the two boys for a second.
"How long have you been watching them for?"
"Since Harry threw Malfoy's wand over there, then Malfoy went to look for it and Harry started walking up to him before hugging him."
"What? Why would he do that?" Hermione shrugged.
"Oh my God, what's he doing now?!" She pressed her nose up against the window and watched as Harry snaked his arm into Draco's robes.
"Ahh man I do not want to know!" Ron covered his eyes until he heard a grunt of disapproval from Hermione. "What?"
"He just threw his wand behind him again." Ron looked back out of the window to see Malfoy remove himself from Harry's embrace and move over to where he threw the wand.
"You know what? I think this is private. We shouldn't watch." He grabbed the top of Hermione's arm and pulled her away from the window, ignoring the shouted words of protest.
"I am so telling Snape on you Potter." Draco whipped his head high in the air, causing rain to fly off his hair and into Harry's face, before strolling in the direction of his wand.
Harry rubbed some of the rain water out of his eye before taking a few more steps towards Malfoy. "How are you going to explain this then?"
"Explain wha-" Harry grabbed Draco's arm and, once again, pulled him against his chest. "I doubt he would be pleased with his precious Slytherins having great, big, red love bites on their necks."
"Potter, don't you D-ahh." Harry bent his head down and attached his mouth to the soft skin at the top of Draco's neck, underneath his jaw, and bit down, sucking at the skin around it to make it red.
When he was satisfied with the mark, he licked over it before standing back and admiring his work. There was already a dark, red mark starting to show.
"What will Snape say to that?" Draco's eyes widened and he brought his hand up to the mark.
"I cannot believe you did that." Harry smirked. "Some Gryffindor you are."
"Hey! I happen to think that was very brave." Draco frowned slightly.
"You know, you don't have to be brave if you're sly and cunning." He ran his hands around Harry's waist and pulled him towards him, so close you could barely fit a piece of paper between them. Harry could feel the heat radiating off Draco's skin through the soaking wet robes and raised his eyebrows.
"No?" Draco shook his head.
"Because we can manipulate people, get inside their heads, where as being brave means you just take chances and hope they turn out okay." Draco tilted his head upwards and brushed his lips against Harry's. "We Slytherins can cause pain even when we're not there." He suddenly pulled away from Harry completely, drawing and whimper from the brunettes lips. "Oh look, there's my wand." Draco bent down to pick it up, purposefully giving Potter a good view of his backside. "Goodbye Potter."
Harry stood and watched as Draco marched away and opened the door. "Oh, and if I were you Potter," He called back over his shoulder, "I would get back inside before Snape see's you."
And with that he disappeared through the door, leaving Harry stood in the middle of the courtyard, confused and more than just slightly aroused.
"Damn Potter." Draco rubbed furiously at the patch on his neck before sighing and pulling out his wand, which was still covered in mud. He cast a quick drying spell on himself and smiled, happy to be dry and no longer weighed down by uncomfortably wet robes.
"Drakie Baby!" Draco rolled his eyes before turning around to greet Pansy with, what he hoped was a convincing smile. "Did you miss- what the hell is that on your neck?"
Draco groaned and went back to scrubbing his neck.
"Is it a love bite? Ooh who is it? Is it Blaise? I didn't think he was gay… What?" Draco stood staring at her, his mouth wide open. "Urm, Draco?"
"You… but I thought… but… how did you know that I was..? I thought you liked me?" He managed to stutter out. Pansy laughed.
"Oh you sweet thing!" She pinched his cheek. "I do like you, but more like your fag hag then your girlfriend."
"My WHAT?!" His confused growl made several passing fist years leap with fright, before scurrying away to their relative destinations.
"Calm down dear, you don't need to draw any more attention to yourself with that huge thing on your neck, trust me. Here, look." She dug into her robes and pulled out a hand-held mirror, something that didn't surprise Draco in the slightest.
"I'm sure it's not that- ARGH!" He almost dropped the mirror when he saw the huge, bright red mark sitting comfortably and quite obviously underneath his jaw. "Oh Mother of Merlin!"
"Here, let me at it." Pansy pulled Draco towards a nearby tapestry as to draw as little attention to themselves as possible, before pulling a small bag out of her pocket. What else did she keep in those things?
"Pansy, is that your make-up bag?" Pansy just smirked and pulled out something which looked a lot like lip-stick. "Don't you dare! She-devil!" He started to back away, making the sign of the cross with his fingers until she pulled him towards her again.
"Calm down you idiot, and put your fingers down! It's concealer." He looked at her blankly. "Look," She took the lid off to reveal and stick of skin coloured substance, and wiped it on the back of her hand. "You just rub it in," She rubbed the 'concealer' into her skin until you couldn't tell it was there anymore. "And Voila! No-one will be able to tell!"
Draco groaned but lifted his chin up anyway, giving Pansy access to his neck. She grinned and started rubbing the make-up into his neck. "You know, you're very pale, I could put some foundation on you if you li-"
"No."
Ha! I can actually make a story out of this! What will Harry's reaction when he sees the 'concealed' mark be? Because a little birdie told me he can be pretty possessive.
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