A/N: Hey look, I wrote more! Be pleased, I was up from about 2-8am writing this. I tell you about those plot bunnies. I'm beginning to understand them now. This chapter is again Harry's POV. I seem to be switching back and forth. Enjoy!
Wow. Sorry to anyone who read this original post before I came back to edit it. It was riddled with errors. Forgive. It should be better now.
Waking Up 3
Harry peered nervously around the corner. He didn't want to use the Marauders' Map out in public, but he was this close to getting out his invisibility cloak. He wasn't exactly hiding, but he was doing his damndest to avoid the Slytherin Dragon. This evasion had been going on for almost a week now, ever since Harry had high-tailed it out of Draco's room in the Slytherin dorms. That had been awkward. As. Hell.
Harry let his mind wander back to that disastrous event…`
After Harry made the startling discovery that he had somehow ended in the Slytherin's private rooms, he had felt a large amount of embarrassment welling up inside of him. It seemed a bit backward feeling embarrassed now after all he had done to and with Malfoy, but there was something uncomfortable about not knowing how he'd gotten there.
The Slytherin didn't make the situation any better. After Harry's proclamation and Malfoy's less than helpful response, the Slytherin merely continued to lay back and seemed to stare off into space. The couple minutes' silence was nothing short of awkward for Harry. Shouldn't Malfoy have something else to say for all this? The silence was driving him mad and he found himself fidgeting slightly.
"Um…" he said, to break the tension.
Malfoy seemed not to have heard him or else chose to ignore him as silence was the only response he received.
Harry couldn't take it anymore! He shot out of the bed. This seemed to have woken the Slytherin from whatever reverie he was in, as Harry found a pair of gray eyes on him when he looked back. What was worse, amusement flashed in those gray depths and a small smirk appeared on Malfoy's face, and his eyes slowly started to caress Harry.
It was then the Gryffindor remembered that he was naked. Bloody hell! He sprung into action, scrambling around in search of his clothes. They seemed to have found their way all across Malfoy's room as they were scattered everywhere. What the hell had they done last night? Harry was afraid to ask the Slytherin. Afraid that Malfoy didn't know, either. Afraid that Malfoy did know.
Hell , Harry was afraid to even look at the other boy at this point. But then again, Harry couldn't not look, either. He decided to try to sneak and do it, and so he peeked when he bent over to retrieve his sock and caught Malfoy appearing to admire his rear end appreciatively. Harry shot up like a light. He didn't dare turn to face the Slytherin, but thanks to a full length mirror in a corner, he saw the smirk on Malfoy's face turn into a full out grin. Some part of Harry's brain paused to dwell on this. Had he ever seen an actual grin on Malfoy's face that was purely amusement, and not at someone else's (mainly his) expense? Harry pondered, until he noted that the amusement was also reflected in his eyes. The flash from earlier had been turned into an all out gleam and Harry didn't like it one bit.
He pulled his eyes from the mirror and put all his energy into redressing (God, how had his jumper ended up there?!) so he could escape this dungeon (literally) as quickly as possible. Harry only moved faster when he heard Draco snickering behind him. The git. How did he find this situation remotely funny? It was probably the fact that Harry was so flustered that allowed the dragon to be so cool about it all.
When he was done dressing (did he have everything? Where was his wand?!), Harry looked frantically around. He had to escape. Now. There were too many bloody doors. How the heck was he supposed to get away? Malfoy just snickered harder and pointed to a door on the farthest right. Harry eyed him suspiciously. With his luck, the dragon would stuff him in a closet. Or worse, lead him down the path to the common room. Just what he'd need, arriving in a room full of Slytherins in yesterday's clothes undoubtedly still smelling of Draco. Ugh. Wouldn't that put a cap on his day? And it had barely started!
His emotions must have shown clearly on his face (when didn't they ever?) because Malfoy rolled his eyes and most of the amusement dropped from his face. He spoke.
"Do you really think I'd lead you to the common room, Potter? You forget, I'd be the one having to explain that. Wouldn't that be a nightmare." This last in an undertone. "That door leads to a corridor entrance.
The Slytherin rose and stretched, clearly unabashed about his nudity. Harry found himself staring at the well-defined body before he caught himself, blushed, and turned away, but not before seeing the half-smirk, half-grin on Malfoy's face first. This was just cause enough for Harry to make his strides to the indicated door more purposeful.
Harry opened the door a crack and peeked out. He didn't trust Malfoy, despite his words of preserving his own self-interest. It looked safe enough. Before he could open the door more fully and disappear through, he heard Malfoy call out behind him, "Hey Potter, come back sometime. We can see what we missed last night." Harry heard Malfoy's laugh all the way until he hit the corridor and echo thereafter. If Harry saw or heard anyone call to him on the way back to Gryffindor Tower and his dorm room, he pretended he hadn't. He thought hiding away in bed was just the ticket for the rest of the weekend.
As it turned out, Harry's friends hadn't let him sulk for more than a few hours. They'd wanted to know where he'd wandered off to last night. It turned out that Snape had busted Neville, Seamus, and Dean down in the dungeons. Somehow they'd lost Ron on the way to their destination. The redhead had crashed in some empty classroom on the second floor. Neville, Seamus, and Dean all had lost 30 points for Gryffindor each for being out after curfew and for being in the Slytherins' territory. They'd each gotten a week's detention, as well, but they thought that was just for Snape being in a particularly bad mood at the time. Who knew what horrors the Potions' Master would find to punish them during the detentions. It currently didn't bear thinking about. Instead, they wanted to know what happened to Harry, who apparently was as scot free as Ron.
"Er…" Harry said, "I found an empty classroom, too." He was clearly NOT going to tell them he'd somehow found his way to Malfoy's room and woken up with a naked Malfoy in his arms. He wouldn't even currently think about what he'd done when he found himself so. He fought off the blush as he pushed the thoughts back. Either the other boys didn't see it or took it as something else. They let the issue go and Harry mentally sighed his relief. He cried off going to meals with them, first saying he wasn't hungry for breakfast, and then blaming his procrastination on homework to avoid lunch and dinner. In reality, he just wanted to avoid Malfoy, and his plan was working splendidly. He'd take private meals provided by Dobby over seeing the git's knowing smirk any day.
His plan worked splendidly until Hermione, anyway. She'd avoided him and Ron Saturday out of annoyance at their Friday night escapades. But by Sunday she was back to her usual nagging. This time it was about him not eating in the Great Hall at all yesterday. (Harry wondered if Hermione was influenced by Dumbledore at all.) Harry had tried to tell her he'd been busy doing homework (for which she'd given him a disbelieving look), before deciding to get a bit more creative and told her he was preparing for their N.E.W.T.s next year (for which Ron gave him an incredulous look). This last was the wrong thing to say. Besides cheering Hermione up, though he was glad to distract her, she'd got it into her head that they all should start studying now ("It's never too early to be prepared, Ron."). Harry groaned inwardly and made a mental note to recant the statement later and sent an apologetic look at Ron, who was silently shooting daggers at him as Hermione continued to outline a general study schedule for the three of them.
Harry sighed. That had all been several days ago now. Since then, Harry had pointedly ignored Malfoy's entire existence. He made sure to not notice him in the Great Hall at meals and not bat an eye his direction in classes they shared, not even when Malfoy tried to bait him. Harry could tell his actions first amused then annoyed the Slytherin, but he ignored both. There was no way he was facing what they'd done, whatever they'd done. And if anyone noticed the odd behavior displayed between the two, no one said anything to Harry. People could tell he was a ticking time bomb these days, despite his efforts to hide his discomfort. He'd never been very good at lying. But the Gryffindors all assumed it was Malfoy's fault, and thus treated Slytherins, and especially Malfoy himself, the worst for it.
And now it was Saturday again, the one week anniversary of what Harry was privately calling The Incident. He still skulked around corners now, but not as much as before. Malfoy had seemed to take the hint that Harry currently wanted nothing to do with him and had more or less kept his distance, though Harry could often feel the Slytherin's eyes glaring into him (why did this feeling seem so much more intimate now?). And so it was with this confidence in Draco's distance that Harry was walking about the castle freely. He'd fancied a walk outdoors and was making his way thus. Harry never expected a pair of long, pale arms to pull him into a nearby broomstick cupboard.
Now Harry was a bit wary of cupboards, having spent ten years in one and in no hurry to go back, and so it was with a slight panic that was born of more than his abduction by an unknown attacker that had him whirling and drawing his wand.
He found himself pointing his wand between the twin gray eyes of Draco Malfoy, who had one pale eyebrow raised in reaction to the wand in his face. Harry relaxed his stance, but only just.
Malfoy's eyebrow remained raised, and he lifted his arms to go with it, his hands ascending in supplication. Harry understood that he was trying to tell him without words that he was no threat (a thought which would never be true, whether he intended physical harm or not).
Draco spoke. "As much as I appreciate the quick reflexes, though to see them on a Gryffindor is surprising, the wand is unnecessary; I just want to talk."
After they stood there for a few moments, neither moving another muscle, Draco slowly lowered his arms, one hand touching Harry's own arm, wand in tow, to bring it down to an non-threatening level.
"Talk?" Harry repeated.
Harry saw a flash of annoyance in the blond's eyes before he answered, "Yes, talk. It's what you do when you open your mouth and intelligible words come out. I know you have not yet mastered the art of thinking, but please tell me you were taught how to talk by those muggle relatives of yours."
Now it was Harry's turn to be annoyed. He could tell the blond was trying to bait him again. Refraining from rising to the challenge was getting more and more difficult. Backing down from any challenge did not coincide with his Gryffindor courage the Slytherin was always blathering on about. Harry guessed the cold dragon in front of him knew all this and was doing it to test his limits. Harry tried to decided how far he would go.
He was interrupted before he came to any conclusion. "Look, I can see you're trying to forget the whole…thing last Saturday, though I don't know why you would, I rather enjoyed it myself, could you stop acting so differently?" Harry was openly gaping at the blond by this point, but the boy continued. "Your Gryffindor fan club had decided your behavior is my fault and is taking it out on the whole of Slytherin House. I don't mind the threats your posse aim at me, I am only too happy to hex any of you at the drop of a Sickle, but I am sick of the interrogation from my own House. What the hell am I supposed to tell them I did to you?"
Harry really didn't know what to say to this. His ignoring Malfoy had branched out to his ignoring all Slytherins (really, sans Malfoy, which ones were even worth paying attention to?), so he really had taken no notice to how the Slytherins were being treated by the Gryffindors. Was it really so different than normal? And all because of him?
He looked at Malfoy after a moment. He said slowly, "Well, my behavior change really is your fault."
The annoyance was back in the Slytherin's eyes. Harry could almost pretend to see a dragon's flare in the gray orbs.
"Be that as it may, Potter," the blond started, "you had better adjust how you handle it. I will not continue being the subject of inner-House cross-examinations. Either you fix it, or I let slip the truth. I'm sure the school would love to know I had a naked Harry Potter in my bed."
Harry's eyes narrowed dangerously. "You wouldn't," he said.
"Oh, wouldn't I?" was Draco's reply, "because I don't see you as the one who's the subject of constant nagging."
"Then you haven't seen Hermione," was Harry's absentminded answer to that thought.
"Look, I don't care what you have to do, but do it now," was the start of the yelling.
Draco yelled. Harry yelled back. It got a bit out of hand. But somewhere in the midst of igniting tempers, something must have likewise ignited Draco's passions because next thing Harry knew, he once again had a hungry Slytherin tongue being shoved into his mouth.
Harry didn't know what to do. Shock froze him for a moment, but pleasure soon began to leak through as the same wonderful tastes he'd experienced the first time he remembered kissing Draco exploded on his tongue again. And again he began to lose the meanings of time and space and there was something about a name…
With what few working brain cells he currently had left (and they were rapidly depleting with the way Malfoy was using that –Mmm!—that tongue of his!), Harry briefly considered putting up a token protest. It would have been just for the sake of protesting, just to say he had. But he dismissed the idea, he was already too deep under. He couldn't surface enough to even dredge up the effort.
Draco pulled back and licked his face. He licked him! First it was a quick flick, but then it was a long, slow swipe from jaw to temple. Harry moaned on this last lick. He couldn't help it. And some part of his brain noted this was only fair punishment for all that Harry had done last week. Harry told that part of his brain to shut up, and he was going to say something more when Draco licked the thought away with another pass of his tongue to Harry's other cheek.
Harry tried to focus back on Draco. Where were they again? Another thought gone with the flick of a tongue. When Draco took to nibbling at his ears, Harry felt his head fall back. Why hadn't he felt like this with any of his other lovers? It wasn't that he didn't like them. Maybe the problem had been that he did. With the others, there wasn't the constant animosity and boiling hostility there always was with Draco. (Well, almost always. Harry couldn't confess to feelings of anything remotely akin to animosity or hostility toward that talented tongue, those nibbling lips, those teasing teeth, or those wandering hands that had just found his backside.)
Point was, without those uneasy feelings, it took so much more for feelings of friendship, admiration, and simple lust to turn into white hot passion that was bloody well eating him alive!
Harry had had enough of the Slytherin's pace. He grabbed the back of Draco's neck to steady his head before slamming his mouth to Draco's. If the Slytherin was surprised, he caught on fast enough. He didn't even bat an eye when Harry ground his hips into the blond's, though he did utter a nice groan which was music to Harry's ears. He hated the cold Slytherin. This passion-filled potential lover (or had they already taken care of that part? Harry didn't know.) was much better. He discovered he was growing quite addicted to making Draco lose control. It fed his own high, so he ground their hips together again, eliciting another heartfelt groan from the blond.
Harry must have shown his pleasure at this somehow. Perhaps he smiled into the kiss? Either way, Draco growled into it next and cupped Harry harder on his arse. This was a win-win for Harry who took the opportunity to shimmy himself along the passionate dragon's body. Draco growled again. Loud. And pulled Harry closer still.
It occurred to Harry on some level that they were in a broomstick cupboard in a random corridor in a busy school on a Saturday. Anybody walking by could hear them. Hell, Harry would be surprised if people all the way in Gryffindor Tower or as low as the Slytherin dungeons hadn't already heard them. It was a miracle no one had already come barging in. It was a testament to the nice weather that few people seemed to be inside today.
Harry really couldn't bear the thought of stopping Draco to tell him any of this, so he tried something. Harry, Ron, and Hermione had been attempting wandless and wordless magics lately. They were sure such things would come in handy in the upcoming war. Any advantage over Voldemort helped. And Harry was getting pretty good at it, all things considered. Wandless magic was a bit easier than wordless magic for Harry, but he could do the basis for both. He combined the two now to use a Locking Charm on the door and a Silencing Spell on their surroundings.
And all the while, Draco was none the wiser, having been distracted by what his wandering hands and mouth were doing to Harry. Truth be told, these things distracted Harry for a moment, too, but he'd pooled all his remaining concentration when he cast. Hopefully it'd been enough to ward the room.
The blond seemed to have found himself a pattern, rubbing his hands slowly up and down Harry's sides and kissing different parts of Harry's skin in sequence while Harry just wiggled and whimpered in his grasp.
But then a thought occurred to Harry. What time was it? Shit! He'd been here too long. He'd told his friends he would just take a quick walk and meet back up with them in 30 minutes. He'd exceeded that now (wow, where did the time go when you go from fighting to snogging?). He had to go before they started looking for him. Merlin knows how terrible that'd be when they couldn't find him. Or worse, if they found him in the broomstick cupboard in the embrace of Malfoy! Harry roughly pushed his lips to the Slytherin's before removing himself from his grasp. "I have to go," he said, and promptly disappeared.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed this chapter. Also hope the bit of time jumping didn't throw anyone too much. You'll be happy to know I've already started on Draco's take for next chapter, but unlike in chapter 2, it won't just be a rehashing of Harry's POV from this chapter (apparently things take too long like this). It'll have a bit more happening, hopefully. I'm still working on it. Noted, if you catch mistakes in this story anywhere, feel free to tell me. I got excited and just posted this chapter without really reviewing it,and the same may happen again in future. It's mostly all for your benefit, you know. :p And you've likely caught my obsession with emphasizing things with italics. Personal quirk. ;)
