Hey guys. I'm sure you all hate me because I SUCK at updating and I didn't let you guys know that I wasn't able to. So if you hate me...well I can understand! Basically I've had a shit year and just wasn't motivated to do anything...and I mean anything. Anywho. So it's my Summer holidays now and I vowed to myself to get off my ass and do something. So I'm starting with continuing with this story!! I hope you forgive my crappiness and enjoy this chapter =D.
I want to give special recognition to PottersLittleSister who gave me the main outline to this next chapter =). I wouldn't have this chapter without her! So thank you!
Disclaimer: look back to chapter one for this
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Third Person
Harry and Draco apparated back to Draco's house, just outside the wards; they landed clumsily.
"Harry, maybe you should-
"Come on! I need a drink, what kind of drinks do you have?" Harry interrupted him as they half stormed, half tripped into the doorway of the house.
Diddy appeared at the doorway. "Welcome back Master Malfoy and Master Harry. May I-
"Bring me a large firewhiskey.....in the largest glass you have." Harry said thoughtfully striding right past Diddy and leaving an alarmed Draco behind.
"Diddy please make some dinner as well, just the usual." Draco said softly, gaining his composure back and swiftly making after Harry. Diddy obediently nodded and disappeared with a pop.
Draco headed towards Harry's suite.
"Potter!!" He yelled loudly, banging on the door. No sound.
"Potter! Might I remind you this is my house and if I want to come in, I will."
Still no sound.
"Fine! I'm coming in!". He waved his wand over the door and it clicked open. As soon as he walked in, he wished he hadn't.
Harry was lying on the bed, shirtless, his glasses flung carelessly aside, wand at the bottom of the bed and a tortured expression on his face.
He looked absolutely delicious.
"Potter?" Draco said cautiously, yet sternly.
"So now it's back to Potter is it?" Harry replied tonelessly.
"Well yes, when you're looking like a deadbeat alcoholic". Draco said, although secretly he thought something else.
Harry sat up and glared at Draco.
"Where's the FireWhiskey?" he demanded.
"Polite as always." Draco said slightly bitterly. "Diddy?" he said loudly. A puff of smoke; and Diddy appeared juggling two tumblers, a large bottle of Firewhiskey, two plates of steak and mashed potatoes and cutlery.
Draco hid the amused smile threatening to burst forth on his mouth. Instead he flicked his wand and the dishes and cutlery floated elegantly to a table in the corner. "Thank You Diddy, please don't disturb us unless there is an emergency". Draco said kindly, but firmly. Diddy bowed and disappeared with another puff of smoke.
Before Draco could even take a step towards the table, Harry had already started pouring the drinks into the tumbler and swallowed his in one go before offering one to Draco.
"TRY not to intoxicate yourself too much. I'm sure Kinsley would not appreciate you bumbling around the arena getting hit by every offensive spell known to wizard kind." Draco said with a monotone voice whilst downing his drink.
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TWO HOURS LATER
"I'm sloooo happyyyyy! SLOOO HAPPYYY!" Harry drunkenly said falling onto the King size bed with a near empty Firewhiskey bottle in his hand.
"Gimmmeee that!" Draco mumbled, reaching for the bottle but failing as he tripped over his own feet and fell face-first sprawled on the expensive Persian carpet.
"HAHAHAHAH you're such a foooool Drraco." Harry slurred; rolling over the bed and falling next to Draco with a grunt.
Draco rolled over to look at Harry. "Jesus Harry, you should get riidd of those glasses of...of yours." He stumbled through the sentence.
"Why should I doo that Draco? Huh?" Harry mumbled in return, eyes slightly fluttering shut.
"Cos your eyes looks puurrtyy. Their so..greeeeEEn." Draco said, giggling as he said green.
"Ohhh really?" Harry said, giggling in return. "Well I'll take them off then! Shall I?" He continued whilst clumsily reaching for them and flinging them across the side of the room with abandon. "Betterrr?" Harry purred whilst inelegantly crawling his way closer to Draco.
Draco seemed to have sobered up a huge notch as he saw Harry's face so close to his own.
He swallowed.
"Um yehhh..yehh Harry. That's betterrr." The alcohol however, didn't stop him from slightly slurring as he attempted to sit up. "Maybe....maybe we should call it a night, ya know? I think we're both pretty off." He said softly.
"Awwww but Drayyy!" Harry giggled. "Drayyyyyyy. We were just talking about how nice my eyes were!" He followed Draco in sitting up.
He abruptly threw himself into Draco's unexpected grasp. "You weren't LYING now where you? Mmm?" he mumbled, staring into his face.
Draco was pretty sure there was a very large torch in his pants. And having Harry's top half of his body unintentionally pushing against it, did not; in the slightest, help.
"Of course not..." Draco replied softly, trying really hard to not do anything he might regret in the morning.
Harry giggled again before his eyes began to droop. His hands began to get limp and his upper body was placing more and more pressure on Draco's not-so-subtle erection.
"Harry!...Harry?" Draco said, any slurring of the words now gone.
"You got nice...nice skin Drraaco. So much nicer than that bint Ginny...sttupid Ginny." Harry mumbled.
"Harry, maybe you should lie-
Draco's sentence was cut short as Harry finally passed out, landing forward; lips pushing onto Draco's before slipping down...his head landing in between Draco's crossed legs.
There was a moment where time seemed to just stop.
Harry's face in Draco's lap. Draco's eyes; wide as saucers.
Then everything snapped back into reality again.
Draco quickly grabbed Harry's face, hoping he hadn't suffocated or something. He quickly whipped out his wand, levitated Harry onto the bed. With a slight flush on his face, he flicked his wrist elegantly and Harry's clothes were removed and replaced by one of Draco's personal silver robes. He walked over to where his glasses lay carelessly on the floor, picked them up and placed them softly on the bedside counter.
After he cleaned all the bottles, the stains on the Persian carpet and the now cold dinner plates, he took a moment to take in what had just actually transpired.
He'd kissed Harry. This wasn't right. He'd told himself he wouldn't give into such temptation when he was technically in a relationship with Ginerva. Then again, it wasn't like he returned the kiss. Harry sort of...fell on him. He cast tempus and realized it was actually very late and if he didn't sleep soon he'd have a headache AND a lecture from Kinsley for being late to attend to the Aurors. He sighed, glancing back at Harry and decided he'd have to deal with what happened later. Well...depending if Harry even remembers.
With another sigh, he exited the room and headed towards his Grande suite ready for; hopefully some good sleep.
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Harry felt like a sizzling frying pan had crashed over his head. His eyes were actually painful to open as he felt the sleep in his eye digging into his eyeballs. Reaching up, he rubbed his eyes and slowly got up. What the hell happened? Looking down he noticed he was wearing one of my Draco's robes. What the?....He grabbed his wand and cast tempus......SHIT!
Harry scrambled out of bed and dashed into the bathroom; brushing and showering as physically fast as possible. Tripping out of the bathroom he ran to Draco's Grade suite; banging on the door.
"DRACO! DRACO! WE'RE SO LATE!!". He was still trying to pull his belt through his pant loops when the door slowly swung open to reveal a somewhat smug Draco in a silver shirt and black suit pants.
"Calm down Harry. I firecalled Kinsley an hour ago and told him you were suffering from some intense stomach contraction and that I would attend to it as soon as possible. Honestly though, he seemed more interested that I was firecalling him and not Ginerva." Draco said whilst slowly leading Harry back to his own suite.
"Oh...right. Well um, thanks." Harry replied awkwardly whilst finally buckling his belt on.
"So how are you feeling?" Draco said whilst he watched with slight exasperation as Harry searched the room for his shirt.
"Um...alright. My head's banging a bit though." Harry mumbled as he still searched. Draco rolled his eyes.
"Oh please Harry, I know you don't want to get noticed in public because of who you are. But really, I think you do get noticed more from the disgusting potato sacks that you wear." Draco said whilst walking to the closet in the corner of the room.
Harry's head snapped up at Draco's insult; mouth hanging open like a goldfish. "I do not wear potato sacks thank you very much."
"Mmm....well maybe you should invest in a couple of mirrors, yes?" Draco said, but the insult was watered down by his mischievous smirk he sent Harry's way.
The very odd feeling in Harry's stomach re-appeared at Draco's devious smirk. He quickly shook it off; he was beginning to get some idea as to what it might be and he didn't like it. Not right now.
"Ok here, wear this. It's not too tight so you should be able to move around comfortably in arena training today...not to mention sitting down and doing all that paper work you didn't do yesterday, although I don't blame you." Draco said as he passed Harry some black slacks and a very dark green shirt.
"Draco, I'm already residing in your house, not to mention eating your food, making Diddy do more work than ordinary; I don't want to be taking your clothes to." Harry said softly, but still taking the clothes from Draco's hand.
Draco smiled.
"Oh shut up Potter....now hurry up and get dressed, that lie to Kinsley won't work forever." He said, whilst walking out of the suite.
"Wait Draco! Do you um...happen to remember anything that happened yesterday? I don't really recall much." Harry said after him.
Draco froze.
"Get dressed Harry, you don't want to get in trouble." He replied, walking slightly faster over to his Grande suite.
Harry eyebrows furrowed in slight frustration. Draco was hiding something from him; he had no choice however but to let it go...for now.
His still felt a bit woozy whilst getting dressed. Luckily some of that dissipated as Diddy brought in a full English Breakfast. He scarfed is down, grabbed his wand and headed down the grand staircase to find Draco somewhat impatiently waiting on a couch near the door. He stood up as Harry walked up to him with a sheepish smile.
"Sorry...was really hungry." Harry said at the questioning look from Draco.
"That's ok, you are looking...mm... a little thin." He replied with a smirk.
"What? I'm not th-
"Come on!" Draco interrupted him, grabbed his hand and pulled him out the door.
He half pulled-half dragged Harry to the apparition point and with double pop's the alleyway was left empty with only the remnants of cloudy smoke to be seen.
"UGHFJDLSAJFSIDJ."
"Eloquent as ever Harry." Draco said as he pulled Harry to his feet. Harry brushed all the ash and soot of himself as he said "I hate floo."
"Harry!!"
They both looked up as Ron came fast-walking down the hallway.
"Are you alright? Apparently you had some stomach thing?" Ron said as he eyed Draco suspiciously.
"Yeh...uhh I'm ok now. I think I just didn't feel well after yesterday, you know?" Harry said, pulling out the "Ginny" card to stop Ron's suspicious.
"Ah k...well as long as you're feeling ok Kinsley wants us back in the arena in about 10." He said slowly looking at Draco as though wondering what he's still doing here.
"I'll see you soon Harry...Weasley. Gonna go check in with Kinsley." Draco said as he walked off with a small smile.
Harry and Ron watched him go.
"He seems cheerful." Ron said. "What happened?" he continued.
Harry snorted.
"He's a good guy Ron. Come on, you know that." Harry said as he led the way down the hallway.
"Yeh...doesn't mean I like it." Ron mumbled as they entered the arena.
"Ah Harry! There you are. How are you feeling?" Kinsley said as they shook off their heavy wizard robes.
"Yeh I'm feeling better...just not feeling good this morning." Harry said, not quite looking him in the eye.
"That's alright. Although umm...living with Healer Malfoy?" Kinsley said in a slightly hushed tone.
"It's a long story." Harry sighed.
"Right ok, as long as you're alive." He replied; walking off laughing at his own joke.
Ron and Harry looked at each other with raised eyebrows before heading over to Professor Flitwick.
"Ah Weasley, Potter. Hope you're feeling better Potter. Ok I decided the arena is an old building. Came across a lot of them in my time and they can be more difficult than you expect." He mumbled the last sentence.
They nodded to each other and headed straight in.
20 MINUTES LATER
Harry was panting so hard and his mouth was so dry he couldn't swallow properly. He was sporting a large gash on his right leg, a throbbing migraine, a broken arm and his chest was covered with slashes-leaving Draco's shirt almost non-existent.
He was hiding behind an old broken down pillar hoping no-one would spot him.
"INCARCEROUS!"
Harry ducked, but his luck was out as he felt the ropes tighten over his body. He began to see small dots in the corner of his eyes. He could feel the ropes pressing against his chest wounds and against the huge gash on his right leg. He could tell this was cast from a relatively powerful wizard...Ron or something.
He tried to sit up but fell down face first.
He knew no more.
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"He looked really tired this morning when he came in....Malfoy what did you do?"
"I didn't DO anything. Shut it Weasley, I'm trying to heal."
"Harry doesn't usually perform like this, he must be very ill. Have you checked him for anything serious Malfoy?"
"Malfoy! Stop prodding him!"
"I'm not-
"Guys! Shut up, you're giving me an even larger migraine than I already have." Harry said. He opened his eyes and saw the frustrated and concerned faces of Ron, Draco and Kinsley.
"What happened?" Harry said as he carefully tried to sit up.
Draco softly pushed him back down again.
"You passed out when you were hit by incarcerous. You wouldn't wake up even after enervate." Draco applied elegantly waving his wand over Harry's chest.
"Potter you've never performed so poorly. If you were really ill you shouldn't have come. I mean, you know the rules. If you're too ill don't turn up because you could hurt more than necessary. We had to stop the whole simulation we got so worried." Kinsley said softly, but firmly.
"I know Kinsley, I'm sorry I didn't think I was THAT ill." Harry mumbled, slightly flushed from lying. He was never great at it.
"Harry if Malfoy did anyt-
"Ron, DRACO didn't do anything. Relax. I told you...I was just...not feeling well you know?" Harry interrupted Ron, giving him a knowing look.
"Ok no need to ruin this talk, but Harry needs to rest. His body has been weakened even more from the fight and from what I can see he still has a bit of a migraine. It'll take him some time to get healed up." Draco said professionally.
"Too right Malfoy. Weasley, come with me. I'll give you about 10 minutes and then back to arena." Kinsley said as he led Ron out of the Healing room. Ron clapped Harry on the shoulder, nodded and headed out.
As the door closed shut Harry looked over at Draco.
"I didn't think they'd believe it so easily." He said guiltily.
"Harry, stop feeling so guilty, you needed to cut loose for one night. Everyone can understand that." Draco said as he waved his wand over his stomach one last time before sitting down on the chair beside Harry's bed.
"Yeh true..." Harry mumbled. "So um... listen, I know it might have been a little rude of me to demand to drink when we came back to your place. I'm sorry about that."
"It's fine Harry, it's not like I didn't want to join you." Draco said. "Besides, it was funny to watch you all boozed up." Draco continued with a small laugh.
"What? I thought you said you couldn't remember anything?" Harry said slowly, eyes narrowing in suspicion.
Draco froze. He almost never slips like that.
"Ok, so maybe I remember a bit. It isn't much. You were mumbling a lot and you know...falling over and stuff." Draco said quickly.
"Draco, you said you know me well. Well I've worked with you just as long as you've worked with me. And I know you're hiding something." Harry said, now sitting completely up.
"Harry it was nothing, you were just acting really funny. Slipping and everything." Draco said, sitting up a little straighter.
"Did I say anything, do anything?" Harry inquired.
Draco smiled a bit at that.
"Oh come on, tell me!" Harry said, laughing a bit. "Did I trip over my own feet or something?"
"Well you just sorta passed out in my lap, that's all." Draco said softly, trying to look casual about it.
"Oh...oh really?" Harry said a little awkwardly.
"Yeah, Yeah it was pretty amusing." Draco finished.
The awkwardness seemed to make time slow down.
Draco quickly stood up to break the tension. "Ok let me just take one last look, all you're wounds seemed to have healed. Do you still have a migraine?"
"Not really, just a light throbbing." Harry replied looking at Draco hovering over him. The funny feeling in his stomach had returned and he couldn't seem to get rid of it.
"Ok, here's a potion for it, after an hour or two it should dissipate." Draco said, leaning over Harry to place the bottle on the table next to his bed.
When Draco leaned over Harry's breathe hitched. His face was so close and he could smell Draco's vanilla...was it vanilla? cologne.
"Nice cologne." Harry blurted out, his face very slightly flushed.
Draco halted on his way back to standing straight. Looking down at Harry he smiled a bit.
"Thanks. Glad you like it." Draco said standing straight again.
Harry didn't seem to understand why the situation was just so awkward. They'd been friends for years now. Yet, that stupid feeling was still in his stomach, Draco was staring at him weirdly and he had just complimented Draco's cologne after going a little breathless when he was close.
"Ok I'll let you rest up Harry." Draco said finally before turning and leaving.
For some reason, Harry began panicking.
"Wait Draco!" He quickly said.
Draco turned around.
"Yes? You alright?" Draco knew he sounded strained.
"Are you SURE nothing else happened? Like anything?" Harry said; he felt there was something that Draco just wasn't telling him and it was really frustrating him.
"You really wanna know Harry?" Draco said, turning around to face him.
"...Did I curse you or something? Merlin, did I hurt you? You sound really wary." Harry said worriedly, trying to sit up straighter but only wincing in pain.
Draco strided over to the bed and softly pushed him down with his shoulder. "Lie down, you're weaker than usual."
"Draco, what happened? Stop acting all mysterious!" Harry said, beginning to sound desperate.
Draco hesitated for a second.
The next thing Harry knew, Draco's lips pressed were against his, the palms of his hands were resting on the pillow on either side of his head and his eyelashes were fluttering against his face.
And then it was over. Draco was standing up straight again. A light red flush across his cheeks and his fists clenched.
Harry was certain he looked like a gaping goldfish.
"That's what happened." Draco said. "Get some rest Harry." He continued, but this time turning around and very swiftly exited the room; leaving Harry dumbfounded and confused.
There you go =). I hope you like it and once again I hope you don't hate me for being a crap author!
