Chapter Three – Happy Christmas Malfoy
Still in a bit of a shock, Harry filled up the bath and got in. As soon as he opened the egg under water a song emerged from it:
Come seek us where our voices sound,
We cannot sing above the ground,
And while you're searching, ponder this:
We've taken what you'll sorely miss,
An hour long you'll have to look,
And to recover what we took,
But past an hour - the prospect's black
Too late, it's gone, it won't come back.
Okay, that was relatively easy. If this task was going to be under water, it would have to be in the lake. They would have to retrieve something and bring it back up within the hour.
Great. Now all I have to do is figure out how I can hold my breath for a full hour.
Well, he had time. Next challenge was still weeks away.
He went to the library anyway to kill some time before dinner. He could finally focus again and worked through a huge load of books. He found nothing, but at least he felt good about himself for trying.
Malfoy didn't show up for dinner; he was probably eating in the Slytherin Common Room.
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Harry hesitated slightly when he stood in front of the Slytherin entrance.
Why should I hesitate? I could die in a few weeks. What's the worst that can happen?
"Murder." The entrance opened without a sound and he entered the Slytherin Common Room.
Malfoy was sprawled on the couch, already in his pajamas. He sat up enthusiastically when he saw Harry come in.
"And? Did you get it?"
Harry tossed him the piece of parchment on which he wrote the song down. Malfoy looked up at him after reading it.
"The lake," Harry explained. "We're going to have to be under water for an hour."
Malfoy snickered. "No problem. Just practice holding your breath, Potter."
Harry looked at him in astonishment, then realized Malfoy was joking. He shot him a 'ha, ha, very funny' look.
"Lighten up, Potter. You still have time to come up with a plan."
Malfoy tossed him a glass and poured him a drink.
"Should I even ask what's in it?" Harry asked, eyeing the drink warily.
"That, Potter, is Firewhiskey I snatched from the Prefect's personal stash."
Harry took a sip. It was good; it burned in his throat and warmed his skin. He and Malfoy spent the next hours getting more drunk and reminiscing about the past years.
"You know I've never forgiven you for calling Hermione a mudblood," Harry giggled.
"Pfft. I didn't mean a word of it. Granger should've taken it as a compliment. I'm quite jealous of her, with her infinite knowledge of spells."
Malfoy leaned back into the pillows and sighed. Then he started laughing.
"You know this is ridiculous, the both of us getting wasted together," he roared. "Wouldn't have believed me if I'd told you this last year."
Harry shook his head, grinning like mad. "Would've paralyzed you is more likely."
Malfoy looked at Harry, still shaking with laughter.
He looks even cuter when he's drunk.
Determinedly taking his mind off that subject, Harry remembered something important.
"I never got a chance to thank you for saving my life at the first challenge," he blurted out.
Malfoy's laughter subsided. "There's no need to thank me, Potter. You suck at summoning. What was it again? Merlin's beard, am I going to die a deep-fried dragon treat because I suck at that spell? Couldn't let the famous Harry Potter meet an end like that, could I?"
Harry threw a pillow at Malfoy. "Thanks, Draco. Guess you're less of a wanker than I thought."
His last words were smothered in pillows flying at him. Within moments, they were having themselves an all-out pillow war.
Due to his lack of ability to hold his drink and consequent dizziness, Harry ended up on his back with Malfoy on top of him, threateningly raising a pillow over his head. Instead of putting his arms up and trying to block the pillow, Harry stretched out his hand and fiercely said: "Protego!"
Normally, he would've sent Malfoy flying, but now all he achieved was that he dropped the pillow. Harry smirked up at him.
"So, Draco, when did you find out?"
Malfoy blinked. "Find out what?"
Harry let his gaze travel down towards Malfoy's bulging pajama trousers.
Malfoy looked down, realized, cursed and backed away from Harry. His cheeks flushed red with shame.
"Oh don't you dare," Harry growled. "Don't you dare be ashamed of it." He quickly made his way over to Malfoy, grabbed his head and kissed him passionately.
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Harry woke up with a start, immediately regretting returning to the land of the living. His head was killing him. He closed his eyes again, only to suddenly become very aware of the warm body lying next to him.
Malfoy shifted his weight and pulled Harry closer without even waking up. He continued snoring softly.
In heaven's name, what did we do last night?
They were both completely naked. Harry frantically searched his memory, only to find bits and pieces of the night before.
Lots of booze. Reminiscing. Pillow fight. And then? Malfoy straddling his waist, very much aroused. Harry felt a shiver run down his spine when he saw himself lunge at Malfoy, kissing him. Then there was nothing. He couldn't remember.
Stupid booze. He never felt this crappy before. Next to him, Malfoy was slowly waking up. He stretched his whole body, then yawned and grabbed the side of his head.
A stifled groan escaped his lips, before he reached for his wand and pointed it at his head.
"Should've done that before we fell asleep…" he muttered. "You awake, Harry?"
He never waited for Harry to answer, just performed the same spell at his head. Harry instantly felt better and sat up.
"Thanks," he said. "Draco… what the hell happened last night?"
"Heh," Malfoy grinned. "You happened last night. Damn it, Harry, I always thought you were a goody two-shoes, but there's a whole other side to you."
"Did we…?" Harry didn't have the nerve to ask out loud.
Malfoy shook his head. "Strictly hands and mouths, Potter. Your virginity's still intact."
Harry fell back into the pillows and slapped his hand against his forehead.
"What the hell am I doing?"
Malfoy's face hovered over his; obviously he was amused.
"You're not telling me you regret this, are you now, Harry? After all, it was you who told me not to be ashamed of it."
Harry shot a death glare at Malfoy from under his hand. "I was dead drunk last night, Malfoy."
Malfoy shrugged. "You weren't that drunk."
"I can't even remember…" Harry paused mid-sentence. Suddenly, very clear images were entering his mind. He did remember. Oh goodness did he remember.
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He completely took Malfoy by surprise. It wasn't hard to get him upstairs, out of his clothes and onto the nearest bed they could find. For the next few minutes, he was all over him, kissing, licking and sucking every inch of that beautiful body.
Malfoy moaned helplessly into his ear when he attacked his neck and shoulder. Harry peeled off Malfoy's hands and pinned them over his head.
"Confringo," he whispered, making sure Malfoy's hand were tied down tightly. He saw a brief flash of fear in his capture's eyes, but it vanished as soon as Harry's hands lingered down his body. Malfoy moaned as Harry jerked him off, starting agonizingly slow, then increasing the pace. He grinned wolfishly when Malfoy's body contracted into an orgasm.
"Reducto."
He wasn't prepared for Malfoy's swift reaction. As soon as his hands were free, he grabbed Harry and pushed him down onto the bed violently. A wicked grin curled around his lips.
"Devil's Snare."
Harry gasped when he felt the killer plant circle around his wrists and ankles.
"You'd better not move around too much," Malfoy whispered.
Harry looked at him furiously. He could've known Malfoy would turn this into some sort of test. He then briefly closed his eyes and tried to relax, knowing the Devil's Snare would only become tighter if he fought it.
Malfoy took his time exploring Harry's body, and every touch became more frustrating. Harry's breathing became irregular when he felt Malfoy's tongue on the inside of his thigh. He couldn't control himself and twitched. He immediately regretted his move as the Devil's Snare became uncomfortably tight around his limbs.
He wouldn't…
Oh yes he would. Malfoy's mouth closed around Harry's arousal. Harry grit his teeth not to cry out. Incoherent sounds were emanating from his throat.
When Malfoy sucked harder, tears of exhilaration ran down the side of his head. The pleasure was only increased by the fact that he wasn't allowed to move. He was completely at Malfoy's mercy.
"Draco…" he moaned.
Then, suddenly, it stopped. Harry slowly looked up at Malfoy. He still had that wicked grin on his face. He looked at Harry challengingly.
"Don't stop," Harry wheezed.
Malfoy remained motionless.
"PLEASE don't stop," Harry said hoarsely.
Malfoy smiled arrogantly and then continued sucking with doubled effort. Harry gave up trying to remain still and felt the Devil's Snare dig into his flesh. He was screaming in pain and pleasure when he came. The last thing he saw before he passed out was Malfoy's smiling face.
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Harry felt a shiver run up and down his spine.
"Pervert," he muttered.
"Oh I didn't hear you complain, Harry." Malfoy flashed him his trademark arrogant smile. There was something about Malfoy that Harry found completely irresistible.
"Just admit it, Potter," Malfoy hissed, grabbing his wrists and pinning them down on the mattress, "being restrained turns you on."
Harry inhaled sharply, never taking his eyes off of Malfoy's provocative features.
"I guess that makes two of us, then," he hissed in reply, twisting one of Malfoy's arms and wrestling free. He immediately closed one hand around Malfoy's neck.
He stared into these bright grey eyes for what seemed an endless moment. Then he kissed Malfoy again, only to be stopped by a searing pain in his scar. He grabbed his forehead and stumbled out of bed.
The flash of green light… His mother screaming…
He crippled to the floor, keeping pressure on his scar. It felt like it was going to explode.
He backed away to the door. The pain diminished a little.
"Harry? What the hell is happening to you?" Malfoy's words, though he was nearly screaming in panic, were no more than a whisper.
"You… stay away from me…" Harry groaned.
Malfoy got out of bed and made his way to Harry. Then, time froze. Next to Malfoy a shadow appeared and Harry heard that voice he had grown to hate.
"That's it, Draco… You did so well trying to gain his trust… He'll be at our mercy soon…"
His scar was pulsing with pure agony now. He nearly passed out when the shadow went through him and vanished into thin air.
Then it was over. The pain was gone and time continued its natural course.
"I should've known," Harry choked out, breathing heavily. "You were just a pawn to Voldemort this whole time. What was the big plan, Malfoy? To kill me in my sleep?"
"WHAT?" Malfoy shouted. "What are you on about?"
"Oh don't pretend you don't know. This was all an act to get into my pants and gain my trust. You sick, perverted RAT!"
Malfoy's facial expression changed from shocked to hurt to furious.
"I… am not… a Death Eater," he said in a dangerously low tone.
"Just stay the hell away from me," Harry said, quickly summoning his clothes and running back to his own dorm.
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He never felt so used in his entire life.
I should have known, I should never let him get to me like that… He hates me and always will hate me. He'll do anything to bring me down.
He spent the rest of the holidays searching for a solution to the next challenge and avoiding Malfoy. He was relieved when the other students returned to the castle. Ron and Hermione were sitting right beside him at dinner. Malfoy wasn't there. Harry could relax a little and enjoy their stories about the holidays.
"How was your Christmas, Harry?" Hermione asked him.
"Boring," he answered determined. "Though I did find out what the next challenge will be about. I'll tell you later."
"What, are you crazy?" Ron whispered. "Tell us now!"
Harry lowered his voice to a whisper as well when he informed Ron and Hermione about the fact that he would have to be under water for an hour.
"I've been through the library at least three times," Harry concluded, "but so far I've found nothing that can help me become a fish."
Ron snickered.
Bloody hell, I've missed them, Harry realized. It's good to have them back.
