A/N: My apologies for not writing. It's been difficult to find my motivation and inspiration. I had also got stuck on a part before I realized just yesterday I don't need a follow up on that part. So, without further ado I present the Seventh Chapter! Hope you like it! Input is very much appreciated! P.S. I haven't read through this yet... bear with me. Thought I'd at least get it up since I finally wrote something!
Throwing Down The Gauntlet, Taking Up The Ax
By Miss Eliza Azraelian
Chapter Seven
Sighing as he woke to yet another day. The young man got out of bed, daring a glance at the other bed with the dark green curtains drawn, and headed out to the lawn. It was cold outside. The sun shone through the clouds, the layer of blinding whiteness up above.
His body went through the motions. Like a dance, with grace. He didn't care to keep it a secret any longer. Everything was changing, even when nothing was. Dumbledore was watching him even closer since being resorted, an event only having been heard of in the early 1300's when a young Hufflepuff was resorted into Gryffindor. Not such a dramatic change.
It had been back in the founder's time that they each taught the pupils until the age of 13 and then would pick which students would continue learning under them. It depended on talent and what they had desired to learn, not so much about personality. But the idea of the sorting hat was bound to have flaws. It seemed ideal to help children cope by putting them with other's their age similar to them.
Sweat beaded on his skin as he pushed himself further into his martial arts routine. Holding a one sided match against himself, it was as if he were fighting an invisible opponent. In a way he was. Being thrown into a dorm with Draco Malfoy had seemed wonderful, he was shocked by the outrage the blonde had held. It had been at least a week that the blonde protested to the Head of Slytherin House. Two detentions and the loss of fifty points had not gotten through to the young aristocrat. It wasn't until he'd been threatened most severely, which his friends amusedly believed to be something drastic done to his head of hair.
Harry was relentlessly annoyed. For what ever reason, it seemed the usually calm and well mannered blonde had been flying off the handle. He'd find something demeaning and menacing in an innocent phrase. It had started with only what Harry ever said, but soon broadened to include what any one said. It hadn't helped that Draco's friends that had known him his entire life couldn't tell what was wrong.
Every time Draco would begin to start something with him he'd simply walk away. When had this all started? Did the young man need his privacy badly? No wait, Harry paused in his motions and brought his arms down to his sides as stared at the scenery far off. The day he'd been resorted... Harry had walked out, had wanted to do something exciting instead of watching Draco do his homework. He ended up futile attempting to read in the library which sorely proved his point. What was he'd done?
Oh. The raven shook his head a small smile slipped onto his lips.
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Walking back into the dorm he immediately headed to the shower. It was relaxing to bask in the water, and let it run across his skin almost like ghosting fingers. He felt a twinge below at that impending thought, but delved no deeper into his hormonal fantasies. Turning the handle closed he grabbed a towel wrapping it around his waist.
Stepping out of the bathroom he halted staring into a pair of grey eyes. He stared for a second before closing his eyes, wondering what ruthless comment may come this morning. Instead shivers traced down his back as he felt himself being inspected. It was semi-expected, proving his earlier theory he'd had while working out this morning. It was also entirely thrilling and he felt his blood rushing through his veins and his stomach do a little twist.
Neither spoke and the silence seemed endless. They could stand there forever in that one moment. Nothing else would matter.
Harry listened despearately heartbroken to hear bare feet walk past him and into the bathroom followed by the slamming of the door. He'd never fault this vulnerable since he was a tiny runt not yet understanding why he couldn't call Aunt Petunia Mommie. It was with a hollow emptiness that he dressed and gathered his supplies for his classes that day.
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Draco woke to the door opening, as he head every morning since Harry moved into his room. He didn't know where the young man went, but supposed that he was excercising since once he managed a glimpse of the boy to see him shining in sweat At least, that was the part of him that shot down and tried to dispel the belief that Harry was doing some form of other activities.
He laid in bed, wallowing in his self-pity, feeling that he could never be towards his friend what he wished. With a sigh he dredged himself up and walked towards the door counting the seconds for Harry to be leaving the bathroom. He always spent the same amount of time in there, except for a fair few. This time however, he had not accounted Harry to have not dressed in the bathroom as he had the following days for the past week and a half.
Staring into green eyes just as shocked as his own he couldn't help the quiver passing through him. Involuntarily he swept his gaze over Harry's well-toned body. The effect was added to with the water droplets on his skin and Draco watched as water dripped from the dark hair and slid over the man's chest, passing by a nipple taut by the nippy air. Self anger he walked around the former Gryffindor and slammed the door behind him. Leaning against the door staring up imploringly at the ceiling he decided he definitely needed a cold shower this morning.
