Chapter Four

Harry was jerked out of his daze by the sudden flurry of movement in his Potions classroom. Snape had finished his lecture and apparently, they were starting to make the potion now. Pfft. Potion. Bloody useless potions…what was it they were doing? He squinted at the board. A potion for invisibility. Hadn't he known it was useless? He slowly stood and spread all his supplies on the table. He had to get a few things from the store closet, though. He'd taken so long there was no longer a pushy crowd over there, so that was a plus.

He squinted in the semi-darkness of the closet, trying to find the ingredients he needed. He spotted the intended dusty jar on the floor, and bent over to reach it. But then he felt someone leaning in over him, brushing his ass with their groin. He tried to shift over a bit, but a hand pressed on his back, so that the person behind him could propel themselves higher, in order to lift something on a shelf. Harry began to stand up, holding the jar, and the hand on his back lifted. But when Harry turned around, the person was not, as he'd assumed, a friend of his. It was Draco Malfoy. Suddenly that touch on his ass seemed completely different, the hand on his back seemed different. His eyes widened for a moment, and Draco looked directly into them before exiting.

Harry stood still for a moment before remembering the other ingredients he needed.

His potion was so bad that Snape almost cracked a smile. Almost. But, he was very distracted, and disturbed. Why had Malfoy touched him like that? Was he such an ass that he would mock Harry after what he'd done when he was drunk? Well, yeah. It was Malfoy after all. As if Harry wasn't embarrassed enough already. Ugh, what a jerk. Or— no, nevermind.

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For the rest of the week Harry tried very hard to shove the incidents with Malfoy to the very back of his mind. He played quidditch, and he spent lots of time with Ginny, and with Ron and Hermione; he even did homework.

On Sunday, he woke up with the desire to write to Sirius. He didn't write about anything, just the weather, and his classes, and Hagrid. He recounted an anecdote reflecting upon Snape in an unflattering way, and asked how his Godfather was. He missed Sirius, when he was at Hogwarts. This was the only downside to coming to school.

When he went down to the common room, he was highly surprised to see Pansy Parkinson sitting somewhat nervously on the sofa by the fire, with a beaming Hermione and a shocked Ron. The Slytherin was attracting all sorts of looks from the rest of Gryffindor. Mostly the bad sort, though.

"Hey, Potter," Pansy said.

He gave her a brief nod, but after a glare from Hermione he smiled and told her to call him Harry. Both girls grinned, and Harry said he'd be back after he mailed his letter and had some breakfast.

So he strolled through the castle corridors, enjoying the lazy Sunday sort of feel, and the squares of light spread on the floor by the windows, when he actually reached a window. He climbed several flights of stairs to the owlery, where he certainly hoped Hedwig would be. When he arrived in the breezy, dropping-covered room, or, 'room', he saw that two people were already there. They both turned when they heard him, and Harry saw, to his immense displeasure, that one of them was Malfoy. The other was a girl he didn't know, she looked to be in one of the younger years. Harry searched for Hedwig and luckily found her fairly quickly. He murmured some loving words to her and stroked the top of her head. As he was tying his letter to her leg, the letter marked 'Snuffles', he felt someone standing very close beside him. He turned, although he knew who it would be. He suddenly found that the young girl had gone.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" he growled, continuing to secure the knot around Hedwig's leg.

"Nothing, Potter. I don't want anything."

"Then why are you here?"

Harry finished with his letter and carried Hedwig to the large open window. She took off.

"I was mailing a letter."

"Why are you still here?" Harry felt himself getting irritated; Draco could always get him to react, always make him feel hot.

"I was curious about something."

The way he was watching Harry made the brunette flush. He knew exactly what Draco was about to bring up.

"Malfoy, don…" He trailed off.

Draco took a few steps closer. They were close enough now so that Harry could see how flawless the other boy's skin was, and how bright his eyes were. Those eyes seemed to draw him in, every time. They held a surprising amount of brilliance; they were startlingly passionate, deeply intense.

Draco smirked. He was…really hot when he did that…

"Are you drunk, Harry?" intoned Draco in a quiet, breathy voice.

"Are you?" the boy replied faintly. Harry felt distinctly indistinct. It was as if he were drunk. There was less air in the room, and Malfoy was so close that he was the only thing Harry could see, and Harry felt no future.

The blonde licked his lips, and adjusted the crotch of his trousers. Harry looked, then, and something inside him snapped. It was sudden, it was reckless, it was utterly imperative.

He stepped forward and did three things. His left hand grasped the nape of Draco's neck, his mouth found the boy's neck, and his right hand rubbed over his rival's package.

Draco gasped. Harry had never heard him gasp before. Harry gently bit the creamy skin of his throat, and swept his tongue over the same spot. His lips made trails over their canvas, enjoying the odd vibration caused by Draco's voice. His head lolled back, and his hands had found their way to the back of Harry's head, and to the boy's side.

Harry's palm rolled circles over Draco's now erect cock. Harry removed his mouth from Draco, and rested his forehead on the boy's shoulder while he hastily unzipped his black trousers. He freed the blonde's erection from its tight enclosure in his boxers, and curled his fingers around it. Harry was breathing heavily now, and Draco whimpered at the naked contact. Harry slowly pulled his hand from the base to the tip a few times, and at Draco's urgent babbling he sped up, pumping the hot smooth cock for all it was worth. He kept going, creating more and more heat with friction until finally, Draco came with a small cry. The blonde then leaned forward and sloppily kissed the place just below Harry's ear. After a moment the two of them broke apart and Draco zipped himself up. Harry sat against a wall, and they stared at each other for a second. Literally a second, because Harry couldn't look Draco in the eye anymore after that. The Slytherin swallowed audibly and left the owlery without a word.

Harry was horribly aware that he was still erect, and, utterly disgusted with himself, he began to take care of it.

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After thoroughly washing his hands, Harry went down to the Great Hall for breakfast, despite his childish urge to hole up inside his bed and never leave again.

"Hi Harry!"

It was Ginny. Harry tried to smile.

"Hi Ginny."

"Are you okay? You look kind of grey."

Harry poured himself a glass of juice and took some toast.

"I'm fine, Ginny," he said. And, knowing he had to, he slowly leaned over. His dread grew each second he inched nearer, but he forced himself to kiss her. He was terrified that she would somehow know, as soon as they kissed. But she just smiled at him and tried to put a stray hair of his back into place. He felt his stomach turn over from the guilt, and the shame, and the awfulness of what he'd just done. How, and why, did he do such a thing? He didn't understand; he hadn't even understood when he was doing it. All he'd known was what he wanted.

Harry did not sleep that night.

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