Chapter Nine:
Yours
A/N: Read, Review, and Enjoy! I apologize about the chapter mix-up! It seems as though I wasn't paying attention, it's all fixed up now though so I hope it doesn't completely confuse everybody! Sorry! =(
A wonderful thanks to PeruvianDarkness for being a great Beta.
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Harry stood nervously in front of the full-length mirror in the dormitory, he tugged at his cloak flastening and bit his lower lip as he observed himself from all angles. Every couple of minutes Ron would look up from his bed and snort with amusement, he couldn't believe what length Harry was going to just to impress Malfoy.
After Draco's little scene in the Entrance Hall the other day, Ron had told Harry he accepted whatever it was that was going on between the two of them. But that still didn't mean he would like the Slytherin Prince, because he doubted anything in the world could cause that miracle to occur.
A lot of whispers and rumors were spreading like wildfire through the school, each one of them crazier and less possible than the last. Hermione was thankfully too wrapped up in NEWT studies to even notice the friendly terms the two were on.
"Harry mate, can I have a word?" Seamus appeared in the doorway, Harry jumped and sighed before nodding.
"I'll see you downstairs then, Harry," Ron said, grabbing his own cloak off his trunk and taking his leave.
Seamus slowly walked over to stand just a few inches behind Harry with a smirk, "So, have a date with a snake do we?" he drawled.
Harry immediately blushed, "We're just going to finish our Charms assignment, and I refused to miss another Hogsmeade weekend for the prat," he mumbled, but the colour of his face definitely gave it away.
"Speaking of Charms, funny thing I saw in class the other day," Seamus said suggestively, Harry blanched, "So are you and Malfoy dating now, or does he always go around stroking his rivals legs?"
"Seamus, I-I'd really appreciate it if you didn't tell anybody you'd seen that. I mean, well, it's okay if people think we're friends and...we're not dating or anything of that sort just...it's so complicated, and I don't think he wants a lot of people...I don't want a lot of..."
"Woah, slow down there Harry, I won't tell a soul. I'm just letting you know that maybe you two should be a little more careful," Seamus smiled comfortingly, clapping him on the shoulder, "Now you look great, so get out there before your date shrivels up!"
Harry chuckled nervously before deciding it was best to leave now, Malfoy should be waiting at the Hogwarts gates for him and he had taken a little longer than usual to get ready.
"It's not like you to do homework in Hogsmeade, Harry," Hermione commented curiously as the Trio walked down to the Entrance gates together. It had now been explained to numerous people that he intended on shopping around, all the while attempting to complete his Charms assignment.
Harry shrugged, "I don't want Malfoy to take up anymore of my free time," he lied easily, ignoring Ron's roll of the eyes as he held his girlfriend's hand.
"I think Professor Flitwick gave us just the right amount of time to complete the assignment and still be able to be free to-"
"Love, if Harry wants to finish his assignment today with Malfoy, is there honestly an issue?" Ron interupted her gently.
She frowned, "No, I guess not. But don't you go wandering off anywhere with him, stay in the crowds where you can always be seen," she added in quickly.
"Why?"
"I don't trust him. He's still Malfoy and even though the War is over, there are still Death Eater's out there that want to see you dead," Hermione sighed.
They had reached the gates now and Malfoy's bleached head was in sight, he was conversing with Blaise and Pansy whose arms were linked. Harry took a glimpse in their direction and immediately Draco's eyes fell on him, he smiled ever so softly. Turning towards Hermione, Harry glared icily at her, "Malfoy is not his Father," he hissed before turning on his heel and stalking towards the Slytherin's.
"Well look who it is..."
"Save it, Zabini," Harry cut him off, he was still seething from Hermione's total distrust and poor judgement of Draco. He didn't want his friends to think that of his...'My what, exactly? My boyfriend? The-guy-I-like-who-everybody-thinks-I've-hated-for-the-past-seven-years-friend?' he pushed the thought from his head.
"Somebody wake up on the wrong side of the bed, Potty?" Draco drawled, his arms crossed with an amused smirk on his face.
"C'mon Pans, lets leave these two to their date," Blaise sneered and took the girl who was still linked with his arm away towards the carriages.
Harry gaped at their retreating backs, "Does he know?"
"Who, Zabini? Of course. Though Pansy is as thick as a post," Draco snorted and began to saunter towards the carriages as well. They hoped into one with a few nameless Huffelpuff's and some Sixth Year Ravenclaw students.
Harry sat down across from Draco, trying hard to avoid his eye contact and so intently stared at his feet. He looked up every once and awhile at the Thestral's that pulled the carriages, he had come to appreciate the creatures. "Can you see them too?" he asked softly.
"The Thestral's?" Draco returned, Harry nodded, "I always knew they were there, but I could never see them up until last year, after the Battle. I never realized just how terrifying they were," he admitted, peering over the top of the carriage at the grotesque creatures.
"Nearly half the students in our year can see them now," Harry's face contorted slightly, his hands balled into fists, "Fucking War," he spat before loosening up again.
"Glad you ended it," Draco added in, sending Harry a soft, gentle smile. Harry blushed lightly and smiled in return before quickly averting his attention back to the ground.
"So...erm, I finished memorizing the lesson we have to teach,"
"Me as well,"
"All we have to do is practice the Charm itself and-"
"Potter, I do not wish to talk about homework," Draco clipped him off gently.
Harry raised an eyebrow at the blonde, unable to hide his grin, "But isn't that the reason why I'm stuck going to Hogsmeade with you?"
"Not at all. You're stuck going to Hogsmeade with me because you know you will enjoy yourself much more than you would with the Weasel and Granger," Draco smirked at the blush that crept all over the brunette's face and neck, he liked it being so easy to make Harry squirm.
The other students in the carriage were trying hard to concentrate on their own conversations, but were quite heavily distracted as this was Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy, of all people, admitting to preferring one another's company than their House mates.
Harry had no way to respond to that without flat out agreeing so he kept quiet and was glad his 'date' did as well until they reached the Wizarding village. They clambered off of the carriage and immediately began to walk slowly down the streets, their hands shoved into their cloak pockets. Draco had a Slytherin scarf tied snugly around his neck, for surely Winter was on its way now.
"I'm not quite fond of these shops. They get quite old after four years, don't you think so?"
Harry shrugged, "I guess so. But then again, I don't really come to Hogsmeade to shop. I just come to get away from Hogwarts. Not that I don't like Hogwarts, it's just that a change of scenery is always nice," he smiled.
"Is there anywhere you want to go, or can we just goto the Three Broomsticks for some Butterbeer? I am absolutely freezing," Draco whined lightly, the tips of his ears and his nose were already turning a slight pink from the cold wind.
Harry chuckled at him, "Maybe if you were a little thicker you wouldn't be as cold," he teased, nudging Draco's side with his elbow.
Draco turned to look down his nose and sneer at Harry before a mishevious smirk fell into place, "Potter, I can assure you that I am much, much more than just thick," he purred.
Immediately, Harry's mind took the sentence exactly how Draco wanted him too. He blushed and he found an arousal beginning to grow in his trousers as he swallowed heavily and averted his gaze to the street in front of them as they walked.
Despite the stares, whispers and rumors that followed the two boys the entire day, Harry soon quickly forgot himself and began to just enjoy Draco's company. It was a first for the both of them, spending so much time with one another without being stoned or being forced due to detention or class assignments. After warming themselves up with some Butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks, they did venture out to the shoppes despite being so uninterested in the products.
Harry learned a lot about Draco in those few afternoon hours. He learned that the blonde absolutely adored sweets, as he had bought half of Honeydukes, that he hated Fall and Winter the most out of all the seasons, that Ancient Runes was actually his favourite subject and not Potions despite his high grades, that France was his most visited and appreciated country next to England, and he quite enjoyed Muggle movies. It had been likewise for Draco, though there wasn't much about Harry he didn't already know.
"It just doesn't make sense! You can't have Free Will and a God at the sametime! That's why I think it's all rubbish, just some moral fairy tales taken to greater extents than they were meant to," Harry argued, their conversation having turned into a philosophical debate long ago now. He was glad he finally had found somebody with strong opinions and the ability to debate them about numerous subjects. Of course there was always Hermione, but all she would do was ramble off what books she had read said, she would never truly say what she felt and thought herself.
Draco, however, was extremely passionate and if he believed in something, he would argue it and stand by it till the bitter end. "Sure there can. God knows what we are to decide ahead of time, but he still allows us to make that decision free of any prejuidice,"
"But if he knew ahead of time, then he could change our path completely if he really is omnipotent, omniscient, and omnipresent! I just don't want to believe that there is some higher being up there dictating every aspect of my life!"
"Harry, I have to believe in a God because if I don't then there isn't a Heaven. If there isn't a Heaven, then none of this life was worth living because we're all reduced to ashes and nothing more. I want more soul to go somewhere when I die. I want the people I love to still be somewhere out there," Draco paused and took a deep breath, he closed his eyes as he continued being slightly led by Harry a little ways past the Hogsmeade village, "If you died, I would like to beileve that you could look down at me and watch over me from wherever it was you ended up. I would not be able to survive if you just disappeared,"
Harry's heart stopped, he had never had someone say something so simple yet so touching to him. It wasn't much, but at least it told him that Draco had feelings for him. Not just a crush, or the want to kiss The-Boy-Who-Lived, but real feelings. He didn't know what to say, and he was glad his cheeks were already burning red from the cold so he wouldn't have to make an excuse for the blush.
"Are we there yet? Or are you just going to off me in the woods?" Draco asked.
Harry chuckled, finding his breath again, "I actually wanted to get back to Hogwarts before everybody else did. I know a passage that goes under the Shrieking Shack if you don't mind walking it with me?"
"Under the Shrieking Shack? How exactly did you find said passage?" Draco raised an eyebrow curiously.
"A magician never gives away his secrets," Harry chortled, and winked over at the blonde who laughed beneath his breath in response. Harry loved Draco's laugh, it sent shivers down his spine each and every time. Same with his breath-taking smile, the one that only was shown to the brunette.
The boys walked into the Shrieking Shack, Draco wearily darting his eyes this way and that with his hand on his wand in his cloak pocket. He trusted Harry, but he was still unnerved about being inside of a supposedly haunted house. Ghouls could be rather vicious.
Harry quickly led them to the cellar door where the path was, inside of its dugout he lit his wand and Draco did the same to light their way. There wasn't much room in the narrow passage, but they still walked side-by-side, Draco's shoulder brushing up against Harry's every couple of steps sending an exciting jolt to the both of them.
After a few minutes of silence and adjusting to the darkness, Draco decided that it would be now or never. It was the perfect place, there was nobody around to disturb or question them. He quickly darted in front of Harry, causing the brunette to slam full force into his front. Draco grabbed him by the shoulders gently to steady them both and he smiled down at Harry who looked up with confused, emerald eyes.
"Harry, I just wanted to say that I had a really great time today. It was nice to go out with you, to spend sometime with somebody who can actually keep up a decent conversation," Draco said, bearing down at the blushing boy. 'Gods, he is so beautiful. Does he have any idea just how breath-taking he is?'
"I-I had a good time too," Harry stuttered nervously, shifting the weight on his feet and feeling the need to fidgit rise in him. He didn't know what to do in such close vacinity with the blonde, even though he knew fully well what he wanted to do. 'Merlin, I love when Draco smiles like that. And he only smiles like that to me. How'd I get so lucky, just to have Draco smile at me? Gods, and he's so white. So pure. So untouched, he looks just like an-' "You look like an angel," Harry whispered aloud, not realizing he had done so until he heard Draco chuckle so softly, he blushed heavily.
Draco still had his hands on Harry's shoulders, but he slid one down to the boy's wrist now and held it gently in his slightly cold hand. His other hand trailed up Harry's exposed neck and to his fringe, pushing it aside so that there were no more strands of raven hair in front of his blazing, emerald eyes.
"I think the Weasel might have a heart attack if he had heard you say that," Draco drawled, his smile broadening as he leaned down, bring their faces closer together as they were nose-to-nose, his breath ghosted on Harry's lips.
Harry shivered in reaction, he felt Draco's hand slip lower from his wrist and rest gently in the palm of his hand. He immediately clasped the slender digits in between his own, pressing their hands together tightly. Draco completed the distance between them and brought their lips together, he kissed Harry as hard as he could before softening up and opening his wet, pink lips.
Closing his eyes at the comforting kiss, Harry dropped his wand in his other hand and wrapped his arm around Draco's waist to tentatively pull them closer together so that they were pressed chest-to-chest, heart-to-heavily-beating-heart, their lips never parting. Harry flicked out his tongue into Draco's wet mouth and swirled it around the others tongue, he felt the electricity arouse himself as he became lost in the kiss.
Draco smiled against Harry's lips as he felt heat gathering in his groin, his hand lightly grabbed a handful of Harry's messy hair and tilted his head to the right to give him better access into his mouth. He heavily kissed him now, bruising his lips and needily wanting a more heated response from Harry.
He got what he was asking for as Harry groaned in the depths of his throat and clutched the back of Draco's cloak in his fist, pressing his body closer to his. How Draco was so gentle and talented at kissing was beyond Harry, but that didn't matter as the blonde's mouth moved from his and began pecking his cheek, jaw-line, and then the shell of his ear. His eyes snapped open in shock as he felt Draco's tongue trail from his earlobe down to his collar bone, his nerves tingled.
Ghosting his lips, tongue, and teeth across Harry's neck until he found the perfect spot, Draco then began to nip harder. He bent down now to fully suckle on the brunette's sensitive nape of the neck, Harry threw his head back without thinking and grasped Draco's hand tighter and body closer to his own, moaning. His arousal pushed up against Draco's and he found his mind completely blank as his body was set into waves of absolute pleasure at every, small touch that Draco was giving him.
Suddenly it stopped and Draco pulled back with a soft smile, Harry looked up at him almost needily in a cute way that the blonde laughed and stroked his cheek with his thumb. "Harry, I would like to ask you a question," he spoke softly.
"Anything," Harry croaked huskily, his eyes half-lidded as he ignored his flushed cheeks.
"I want you all to myself. I want you to be my boyfriend," Draco said firmly, still stroking Harry's jawline.
Harry paused only slightly as he looked up into those liquid silver eyes. A thousand things came to him at once, a thousand warnings and reprocusions, but then they all slipped away as he felt his heart thudding against Draco's own racing one, and their hands still clutched together. Then all Harry could think and feel was that whatever this was, it was right.
"I'm yours. All yours," he whispered breathily, closed his eyes and leaned up to capture Draco's lips in his own once more.
