CHAPTER 9 – BACK TO BASICS
First of all I'd like to say how absolutely sorry I am. I finished school two weeks ago and then was dragged onto a plane for a family holiday. I haven't updated in Merlin knows how long, I think about four or five weeks...more? The last three weeks of school I hate to stop writing because everything was so hectic. It was horrible.
Next, I have been spelling 'Zabini' 'Zambini' and when someone pointed it out to me I wanted to bury my head in a dark hole and shrivel up in my own despair, I felt really bad but now I'm spelling it right so that's a relief Thank you to the who pointed that out to me, I can't find the email so I can't give a name, sorry!
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So, finally, here is chapter nine to all of you wonderful patient people! It is my biggest chapter so far (30 pages) and I know, it's a very busy chapter, but I hope that you all enjoy it.
It had been a week since the sixth year's gathering…
…and Harry still wasn't speaking to Ron.
The other Gryffindors had gone into the common room however Ron, Hermione and Harry remained outside.
"I'm going inside," Hermione said with a purse of her lips. When Hermione pursed her lips everyone knew someone was in trouble and everyone else counted their lucky stars that it wasn't them. "I'll talk to you later." Hermione told Ron in a too calm voice.
Ron on his part was absolutely stunned.
"Can someone please explain to me what is going on?" He asked Harry as Hermione left through the portrait hole.
Harry wanted to keep calm, he really and truly did. But how could he when Ron had done that to him? He knew that he had to keep calm to explain things properly because Ron was clearly oblivious to the hurt and trouble he had caused Harry tonight. It was unfair for Harry to just burst out yelling instead of working it out properly. Unfortunately, Harry did just that.
"How could you do that?" Harry demanded loudly. Ron jumped back in surprise.
"What did I do?" he asked backing up a bit, slightly afraid, looking around frantically.
"You knew I had to tell the truth," Harry shouted "and you asked me who I was going out with in front of all those people! If I haven't told you or Hermione what makes you think I'd want to tell everyone else? I can't believe you did that!"
"Calm down!" Ron exclaimed "I didn't think it would bother you that much."
"You didn't think it would bother me that much?" Harry repeated incredulously his eyebrows rose harshly in question. "Well it did bother me. Actually it did more than bother me. You put me in a corner and I had no way out. I felt trapped, I felt sick because I was holding back the truth and I felt…betrayed by you." Harry said this in a disappointed and let down tone.
"I didn't know it was that big of a deal for you." Ron said defensively starting to look a little angry.
"I've gone to huge lengths to keep that a secret, of course it's a big deal. You don't understand." Harry shook his last comment off with his hand because he couldn't be bothered with it honestly.
"Then for Merlin's sake, help me to understand!" Ron implored angrily.
"You shouldn't have to understand," Harry told Ron shaking his head "you should just know."
"Know what?" Ron said frustrated throwing his hands up in the air.
"That I'm not ready to tell you!" Harry yelled. He raked a hand through his dark hair feeling annoyed and tired. "If you are really my friend you'll wait for me to be ready to tell you." Harry said evenly looking at Ron directly.
"I'm so fed up with this Harry," Ron spat shaking his head "why can't you just tell me?"
Harry let out a frustrated growl. Ron was impossible! He'd gone to ridiculous lengths all summer and their time back at Hogwarts to keep him and Draco a secret. Couldn't Ron see all the effort Harry was making? Why couldn't he understand that Harry couldn't say anything?
"Why don't you trust me?" Ron demanded.
Harry's temper boiled to the surface. Oh, Harry thought, he's going to pull that argument.
"Don't even think about pulling the guilt trip over me!" Harry shouted "That's absolute bullshit and you know it. You know that I trust you. This isn't about trust."
"Then what is it about?" Ron shouted back at Harry. It's about me being gay and I can't tell you that because I don't want to ruin our friendship, Harry thought. He was completely enraged – this was about Harry not Ron. Ron was making this about himself.
"It's .you!" Harry yelled punctuating each word as if it were italic. "It's everyone else as well. Everyone else doesn't know either. But I don't see them forcing me to tell by asking me under a truth charm do I?" Harry was so angry that his breaths were coming out in short burst as if he had just run a marathon. Under all of that though, Harry didn't want to lose Ron as a friend but he didn't want a friend that was going to act like this every time he didn't get his way. Ron didn't understand that Harry had no choice.
"You know what Harry?" Ron sighed "Just don't talk to me."
Ron's calm, defeated voice should have settled Harry. Unfortunately, it did the opposite – it pushed Harry right over the edge.
"So…what?" Harry demanded looking furious "This is it? You don't get to be let in on the secret so you're just going to end it and walk away because you haven't gotten your way? How old are you?"
"I'm not interested in your lying and hiding everything." Ron replied angrily.
"Yeah well I'm not interested in having a friend that's a forceful and immature arsehole." Harry retorted.
"A forceful and immature arsehole?" Ron repeated skeptically. He looked at Harry in shock. "You just crossed a line." He said with an air of conclusiveness.
"I just crossed a line?" Harry fumed "Do you still not realise what you did tonight? You crossed so far over the line that you might as well have vanished it!"
"Whatever Harry." Ron shook his head like there was no point and turned to walk through the portrait hole. Harry still could not comprehend how little of his feelings Ron had thought of tonight. Harry had almost given Draco and himself away. He didn't even want to imagine what that would have been like, so he pushed it to the back of his head and sealed that draw tightly shut. He needed some fresh air. Not caring whether he got caught or not he headed out for the lake…
…meanwhile Ron had gone to enter the common room but had successfully been stopped by Hermione.
"Oh no you don't Ronald Weasley," Hermione said directing him back outside into the corridor. Once they were both outside Hermione turned to Ron and hissed, "How could you do that to Harry? How could you ask him that question in front of all those other people?"
"I didn't know that it would upset him that much!" Ron said angrily, he was up to his head in all of this.
"He's been hiding it from everyone for Merlin knows how long," Hermione reminded him as her temper started to flare up "so obviously he wouldn't want to say."
"I hate it how he's hiding it from us," Ron said angrily "I just want to know." He looked evenly at Hermione and added, "And you want to know too."
"But it's none of our business Ron!" Hermione told him sharply. "You're his best friend, you're not supposed to be the one to make him feel pressured. With the way you're acting I wouldn't blame him if he didn't tell you."
"Yeah well maybe I don't want to be his friend." Ron snapped back.
"Ron I love you," Hermione sighed as she shook her head "but you need to get over yourself. You need to think about Harry and how hard it has been for him to keep this bottled up for however many months, not how hard it is for you to not know something."
"Then if it's so hard for him why doesn't he tell us?" Ron exploded.
"Because it's his choice and we need to respect it!" Hermione fired back. "Put yourself in his shoes," Hermione insisted "would you want to tell someone who is acting the way you are?"
"I'm going to bed," Ron said shortly. One of the things that maddened Hermione was that when Ron knew he was wrong he always walked away. She took three deep breaths and headed into the dorms to go to sleep, it had been a long night.
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Hermione wrapped a pale pink scarf around her neck and then pulled her beanie a little further down covering her ears. Ginny flitted down the stairs behind her dresses in a coat and a pair of jeans.
"You coming to Hogsmeade Harry?" Ginny asked pulling her gloves on.
"Sure am," Harry nodded getting up from the armchair in front of the fireplace.
"Alright well let's go now and then we can meet Hermione and grumpy guts over there later," Ginny said.
"More like Oscar the Grouch," Hermione said lowering her voice so that Ron wouldn't hear.
Harry laughed at Ginny's confused face. "Muggle character," he explained "alright then let's head off."
Harry picked up his charcoal coloured scarf and his jacket and walked out of the common room with Ginny.
"Having six older brothers, there's something that I've always admired about you Harry," Ginny said out of nowhere as they walked down the corridor.
"My resilience?" Harry guessed.
"You're sense of fashion." Ginny laughed.
"Really?" Harry asked surprised.
"You make sure you always dress immaculately." Ginny nodded.
"Oh," Harry said a bit taken aback. Ever since that night in the cabin with Draco Harry improved in the way he dressed. He almost laughed as he remembered Draco's response to Harry's choice of clothes 'Yes and it kills me'. Since then Harry made a note to always make sure he looked presentable. To tell the truth, Harry actually had a bit of fun with it and what was more, he liked looking attractive for Draco. "I just wear clothes that I like…is that a bad thing?"
"No," Ginny shook her head and then grinned a little "it's hot."
Harry laughed out loud and put his arm around Ginny, "Thanks Gin."
"Now seriously," she said hopping a few steps in front of Harry as she walked backwards so that she could see him "what's with you and Ron lately?"
Harry closed his eyes and groaned, he really didn't want to talk about it today. "I've told him to butt out of things that are none of his business and he won't let it go."
"Just ignore him that's what I do." Ginny offered. "He can be such a baby sometimes honestly. At times I wonder who the eldest out of us two is."
"We'll work it out somehow," Harry sighed.
"You always do," Ginny assured him giving his hand a squeeze and then pulled him into a sympathic hug.
"Get a room," Theodore Nott sneered as he Pansy, Blaise, Draco and Millicent walked passed them outside into the court yard.
"Why don't you rub some brain cells together and learn the difference between friendship and fucking." Ginny retorted. Harry's mouth dropped open. He turned to look at Ginny with wide eyes. The Slytherins looked at Ginny equally shocked. Not missing the opportunity Ginny pulled Harry by his arm and led him outside bypassing the Slytherin group.
"What," Harry said eventually "was that?"
"PMS," Ginny shrugged.
"Fair enough," Harry laughed.
"Three Broomsticks?"
"Lead the way," Harry gestured.
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"I was going to kill him myself," Draco told Harry. They were sitting on the edge of a cave, the same cave that Harry had once gone to see Sirius in fourth year to bring him food and to talk.
"That wouldn't have helped," Harry reminded Draco.
"And you're avoiding conflict!" Draco told Harry with exasperation.
"I am not avoiding conflict." Harry returned.
"Then why haven't you fixed it with him then?" Draco asked. "Though if you didn't want to ever talk to the git again I wouldn't have a problem that either." He offered.
"I do want to be friends with Ron again," Harry said confidently "but…"
"See, we in Slytherin," Draco began philosophically "don't give a shit–"
Harry laughed out loud.
"–about how everyone else feels," Draco continued "if something's wrong we'll tell you out straight and things are always resolved."
"Yes well we in Gryffindor are empathic and take into consideration how others feel." Harry smiled.
"And that is why you're all a bunch of dramatic princesses." Draco concluded.
"What time is it?" Harry asked.
"Two forty," Draco answered looking at his thin black dragon skin watch "why?"
"I said I'd meet back up with Ginny at three," Harry explained.
Draco stiffened. He averted his eyes downwards and his jaw squared. Harry frowned. "What's wrong?" he asked Draco.
"Nothing," Draco said curtly. Harry raised an eyebrow. And then –
–Harry did a double take. "You're not…jealous are you?"
Draco's head snapped up and his straightened his posture, "Don't be ridiculous Potter."
Harry couldn't help it; a grin slowly spread itself across Harry's face. He tried to pull his cheeks in to shrink his smile but that only made it worse.
"You are jealous," Harry smirked.
"Lose the grin Potter," Draco warned. He felt embarrassed by the emotion Harry had uncovered.
"There's nothing going on between me and Ginny, Draco." Harry promised.
Draco turned his head the other direction.
"You're so cute," Harry laughed and nudged Draco's arm playfully.
"I am not cute." Draco argued in a leave-me-alone-already voice.
Harry reached out and grabbed Draco's scarf and pulled him in. "I love it when you get possessive." Harry breathed into Draco's ear and then pressed his lips against the blonde's. Not missing the opportunity to take control Draco grabbed Harry's jaw and pulled them tighter together and then moved his hand around and placed it on Harry's back. Harry tilted his head to the side a little, deepening the kiss. The two boys lost track of time as kissed.
"So you think I like Ginny," Harry said breaking the kiss for a moment "maybe I need to show you just how much more I like you?" Harry kissed along Draco's jaw line and snaked a hand down to Draco's groin and palmed the area with a feather light touch.
Draco gave a cry of surprise. "Still unsure?" Harry asked his breathing heavy.
"One hundred percent reassured," Draco gasped.
"Good, because I've got to go." Harry said sadly.
Draco sighed, "Better get you back to the red head."
"Who is with Dean Thomas and whom I'm just friends with." Harry reminded Draco.
"Whatever," Draco rolled his eyes "she's robbing me of valuable time." Harry held Draco's hand in his until they both had to go their separate ways.
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"The things that are the most important," Snape drawled "are the things we tend to forget making them…?"
Hermione's hand shot into the air. Snape's eyes glided right over her as if she were invisible.
He sighed and then said unwillingly, "Miss Granger?"
"The things that are most basic." Hermione answered.
"Correct," he said emotionlessly "could someone please list a variety of basic things that witches and wizards often forget Mr. Thomas that gum does not belong on the underside of your desk."
Dean jumped three inches off his chair in shock.
"Mr. Weasley," Snape targeted, Ron gulped "can you please name such a thing."
"Umm," Ron mumbled desperately searching for an answer.
"Wand gestures," Hermione whispered under her breath.
"Wand gestures, Professor." Ron said to Snape.
"That is correct Miss Granger, five points from Gryffindor."
Harry glared at Snape.
"Miss Parkinson could you please name another?"
"The correct incantation," Pansy replied.
"Exceedingly simple yet some," Snape's eyes found Harry's and lingered on them for a moment and then ran over the rest of the class "fail to achieve this."
"Another?" Snape asked the class "Mr. Longbottom?"
Neville's eyes flashed over with fear. He avoided Snape's harsh gaze and looked down and his desk. "I…I…I'm not s-sure sir." He mumbled.
"Let me give you a clue Longbottom," Snape said bitterly "you're being unsuccessful at performing it at the moment."
Neville turned a whiter shade of pale.
"No?"
"No sir," Neville squeaked.
"Eye contact," Snape told the class in a quiet voice that seemed to magnify as if he had shouted it. "Correct wand gestures, incantations and eye contact."
Snape drawled on about the importance of preciseness and Draco's mind began to wander. His head rested in his hand with his elbow propped up on his desk. His hair fell into his face with a sort of perfection that many people only dreamed of possessing. His grey eyes unfocused as he handed himself into the clutches of daydreaming. Draco had never told anyone this but when he went to bed at night he let his mind run free. During the day his every thought was controlled, his thinking was always restrained. But when he let his body relax into his bed sheets and his head merge with his pillow his mind unlocked and he let thought run through him.
He remembered his grandfather explaining to him as a boy that male's brains were like boxes; men opened a box during a conversation and only discussed what was in that box. When they finished they would close the box and file it back in their minds taking great care not to touch another box. However female's brains, his grandfather had told him, were like a big ball of wire; everything was connected to everything. They started by talking about one thing and then found a connection to another topic through the original one. Draco found that during the day he participated socially in a very box-like way. However during the night his mind raced like a ball of wire. He found himself thinking for hours into the night. He ran over his day in his mind and began to imagine. His imagination always consumed Draco during the night; he came up with scenarios, conversations, places, unrealistic things; things he would never be allowed to express at home with his family. This was why Draco always went to bed early, so that he would allow himself time to think and escape. Harry Potter was the only other thing that turned Draco into wire. Not only did Harry run electricity through Draco but with Harry, Draco became free. He became different. He wasn't controlled. He was given choices. He was given the chance to flourish. He was limitless.
Draco's eyes had unconsciously drifted to the Gryffindor sitting diagonally a row in front of him. He watched the Harry's finger traced small circles on his desk, he watched the way every now and again Harry would use his index finger to push up his glasses because they had fallen a millimeter forward on his nose or how when Harry was deep in thought his lips pouted ever so slightly.
He realised for the first time the impact that their secret relationship had on him. He could daydream as much as he liked but he could never show affection towards Harry whenever he liked. His imagination started to spark as he imagined himself with Harry. He imagined Harry sitting next to him at the Slytherin table for breakfast instead of them being separated at meals. He imagined them laughing in the library together, holding hands as they walked through Hogsmeade over to the three broom sticks. The scene built in Draco's mind as his thoughts branched off…
…He and Harry sat down at a table in the Three Broomsticks with their butterbeers in front of them. One of their feet touching underneath the table. They looked into each other's eyes, both smiling, no words spoken.
'What's the smile about?' He asked Harry applying pressure to Harry's foot beneath the table. Harry looked down at the table and then looked up at Draco through his eyelashes.
'This is perfect,' he replied and then he placed his hand over Draco's which was resting on the table. Draco couldn't have agreed more, it was perfect. 'We're perfect.' Harry added.
'Yes we are,' Draco said. His eyes searched Harry's face, taking in his features, darting up and down, adoring him like he had never seen such perfection before. For some reason the bar was empty except for them. A beautiful melody began to play over a speaker that Draco couldn't see anywhere.
Harry looked into his grey eyes, 'Dance with me?'
Draco looked around the bar. 'Here?' he asked.
Harry stood up from his seat and walked a few steps around to wear Draco was sitting. Harry extended a hand to him. 'Dance with me?' he asked again. Draco considered the hand and then looked up at Harry and smiled as he took it. Harry took Draco's other hand and placed it on his shoulder. Harry then put his own hand on Draco's waist and pulled him in closer. They stepped back, the side, forward and continued moving freely in time with the soft music. Harry took the liberty of spinning Draco in a twirl to which Draco laughed.
'Why don't we dance more often?' Draco asked Harry once they had stepped back into a pattern.
'We can dance whenever you'd like to,' Harry told Draco lovingly 'I'll always be here to dance with you.'
Draco wrapped both his hands around Harry's neck and Harry placed both him hands around Draco's waist and the two moved together.
'What if you're not?' Draco whispered 'What if you go away?'
'I'm not going anywhere,' Harry promised Draco. Harry leaned in, brushing noses slightly and then brought their lips together. Harry closed the gap between himself and Draco, bringing them closer so that their bodies pressed against one another. Their heads moved as they kissed. It was the kind of kiss that was profound, very private. Their tongues deep within each other's mouths. They interlocked, eyes closed, their faces touching. Draco could really feel it, like it was actually happening…he could feel the smooth, moist part on the inside of Harry's lip with his tongue, he could feel the feel of their bodies pressed tightly together, he could feel Harry's eyelashes brushing his cheek…
Draco's head snapped up and back into reality when he heard his name, "This is what we will be practicing in today's class. Listen for your partners. Finnigan and Longbottom, Brown and Zabini, Parkinson and Nott, Granger and Greengrass, Bulstrode and Crabbe, Patil and Thomas, Weasley and Goyle, Malfoy and Potter. At the end I will choose a pair to demonstrate. Begin."
The room filled with chatter as everyone paired up. Everything seemed to be in slow motion; like their first time with a wand. Everything was about cleaning up how they preformed, perfecting the little things that would have made the spell or hex more potent.
"Come on Brown," Zabini sighed impatiently "do your worst."
"I wouldn't be saying that too enthusiastically," Parvati warned Blaise.
"Stupefy!" Hermione cried flicking her wrist confidently and looking Daphne square in the eye. Daphne stepped forward and with her wand flicked the jet of light away from her with a crack. Hermione glared at her and then stood a little straighter.
"Bring it Granger," Daphne challenged.
Over in the corner of the room Pansy pulled her hair tie off her wrist and pulled her hair into a messy bun before twirling her wrist and taking Nott off guard with a stunning spell. Next to them were Millicent and Crabbe who both looked like they were looking at their wands for the first time in their lives. Ron passed Harry on his way over to Goyle but said nothing. Harry gave a small huff; Ron was still in his mood.
Draco's eyes lit up when they saw Harry.
"Potter," Draco said curtly.
"Malfoy," Harry nodded tersely.
"I'd say we're both fairly practiced in synchronized spell casting wouldn't you say?"
"I don't know Malfoy," they both pulled out their wands and faced each other "I'd have to say I'm probably a bit better."
"Please Potter," Draco rolled his eyes "don't give yourself a false sense of entitlement."
"No false senses here," Harry shrugged innocently "some people are just better at some things than others."
"Implying…?"
"That I don't suck as bad as you do."
Draco brought his wand higher and aimed at Harry. Harry mirrored Draco, ready to be on the defense or the attack.
"Furnunculus!" Draco shouted twirling his wrist in an S figure and then flicking it up right. Harry barely had time to think.
"Mirflectio!" Harry yelled. Draco's hex hit what seemed like a glass wall in front of Harry and it rebounded towards Draco.
"Motherfu–" Draco ducked as the hex flew past his head.
"Arrgh!" screamed a voice from behind Draco. Harry looked around to see who made the sound. Theodore not was covered in large mucus filed boils.
"Oh Salazar they're all over my face," Theodore complained.
"And Merlin knows where else," Blaise snickered.
Professor Snape rushed over. "What," he hissed "is going on here?"
"Malfoy doesn't know how to produce a simple shield charm Professor," Harry answered.
"How did I know you were doing to rebound the hex?" Draco said angrily.
"You didn't," Hermione cut in "that's the point."
"Go read a text book Granger," Draco glowered.
"Hey," Ron called out heatedly "why don't you piss off?"
"Silence," Snape snarled. He turned to Theodore and shook his head, he placed a hand over his eyes and sighed, "Take him to the hospital wing."
Theodore left the room and Snape returned to hawking over the class.
"Draco you git," Pansy said slapping Draco lightly on his shoulder "now I don't have a partner."
"Please," Draco snorted "you would have fried him anyway."
There was a loud thud as Dean Thomas fell to the ground, stiff as a board. Parvati twirled her wand and theatrically blew the tip as if there was smoke coming out of it.
"In my classes," Snape said annoyed "you work, you do not socialize."
Draco walked up to Harry and drew his wand, "Scared Potter?" Draco smirked.
Harry too drew his wand, "You wish."
"Rictumsempera!" Draco shouted slashing his wand forward in a slight spiral.
"Portego!" Harry shouted back almost immediately.
"Two minutes left," Snape called out to the class in a dull voice.
"Hey Potter," Draco called out to Harry. Harry turned to face Draco and walked towards him.
"What do you want now, Malfoy?" Harry asked.
To dance with you, Draco thought. "What do you say we make this a little interesting?" Draco asked with a dangerous smile.
"You know what I've learned Malfoy?" Harry asked rolling his eyes.
"Not much?" Draco guessed.
Harry ignored him, "Not to trust a Slytherin."
"Whoever wins gets to top?"
"Deal," Harry said instantly causing Draco to laugh quietly.
"You're arse is mine Potter," Draco grinned.
"Bit cocky there," Harry commented and then blinked "shit we're supposed to be mortal enemies remember?"
"Oh right," Draco looked around "Merlin that's careless of us."
The class then assembled into a circle in the center of the room. Some pairs looking more confident than others. Harry watched as Snape selected Lavender and Blaise as the first pair to demonstrate how basic skills were used.
"Blaise is a genius at potions," Draco told Harry under his breath "but he can't wave a wand to save himself."
"Well Lavender…" Harry paused and then whispered "I'm not actually sure what she can do." Draco gave an involuntary snort but luckily no one noticed. Blaise began by sending a stunning spell towards Lavender who gave a loud squeal but still produced a sufficient shield charm. In turn she sent a bat-bogey hex straight at Blaise. Unfortunately for Blaise he ended up with a face full of bats and Merlin knows what else. With a wave of Snape's wand the hex was lifted off Blaise and the two joined the rest of their classmates in a circle.
"Any volunteers?" Snape asked as his eyes scanned the class. "No? Well then, perhaps…" Snape's black eyes found Harry's and sparked at the opportunity to target Harry "Ah yes Mr. Potter and your partner would be…?"
"Malfoy sir," Harry replied.
"Yes thank you Potter, I can answer for myself." Draco snapped and Harry glared at him. The two boys walked up to the platform at the front of the room which their classmates were all gathered around. They both raised their wands and waited tensely for the first move to be made.
"Three sickles on Harry," Pansy whispered to Blaise.
"Loyal friend you are," Blaise snorted "you're on."
"I'm in it to win it Zabini."
"You're both pathetic," Hermione whispered shaking her head.
"You need to loosen up Granger," Pansy noted.
"Maybe you need to tighten up," Hermione retorted.
"Oh trust me Granger," Blaise cut in "she's tight enough as it is."
"Ugh." Hermione huffed in disgust.
Harry made the first move.
"Expelliarmus!" he shouted.
With a flick of his wand Draco deflected the red light with a crack. "You're so predictable, Potter." Draco commented as he shook his head. Mere seconds had passed when Harry shouted out, "Aguamenti!" A strong jet of water blasted out from Harry's wand and shot Draco right in the chest. The gush of water hosed Draco down for a good five seconds before it subsided, leaving Draco soaked and in shock.
"Predictable am I?" Harry smirked.
Draco aimed at Harry's wand, "Evanesco!"
"Protego!" Harry exclaimed just in time.
"Stupefy!" Both boys shouted at the same time. A burst of purple light shot out of both their wands and joined when they hit in the center space between them. Harry's wand began to vibrate as they both fought for the win. Harry's hair rustled in the breeze the jet of purple was creating. Draco tensed his arms and used sheer willpower to keep the spell strong. Whoever held on the longest would win. Mutually, they remembered the bet that they had made. Excited whispers broke out among the class as Harry and Draco both held onto their wands in determination. It was a fine match; two competitive boys. The most competitive when put up against one another. That's why it came as a shock to the whole class when the synchronized decision to lower their wands came from both the Slytherin and the Gryffindor. The purple light began to dim and fade. Snape, who was not about to admit how entertained he had just been, looked at both boys and began to walk over.
Without warning Draco spun back around to face Harry, sending a few droplets of water flying and shouted, "Expelliarmus!" Harry's wand flew out of his hand and he was left standing there in shock.
"Sir, I think you should add 'not letting down your guard until the duel has officially finished' to your basics list." Draco suggested with a cocky smirk, despite his robes being soaked.
"I was under the impression that that wasn't basic but in fact common sense," Snape smiled horribly "but it seems that Mr. Potter here has proved us wrong. Ten points to Slytherin. Class dismissed."
The class gathered their books and headed for the door way.
"I won," Blaise smiled haughtily to Pansy "cough up Parkinson."
"You bet on Potter?" Draco demanded in amazement.
"Oi Potter!" Pansy called out "You owe me three sickles!"
"How?" Harry asked confusedly as he walked over to Pansy.
"Because you lost you idiot."
"Wait…you bet on me…over Draco?" Harry asked, a big smile spreading over his face "That's not worth three sickles Parkinson, that's priceless."
Draco stuck up his finger at Harry. Harry turned to leave when he felt a note being slipped into his robe pocket he collected his books and headed for the common room. On the way he opened the note which read:
Simply because I am better than you I unsurprisingly won today. Meet me in the Room of Requirement at 9:00pm. I think we should incorporate today's lesson in 'going back to basics'…
Love
D.
'Going back to basics', Harry didn't even know what Draco was implying by that but he could imagine the exact tone his boyfriend would have said that in and that was what turned him on beyond belief. Dinner was at 7:00 and it was now 3:30, five and a half hours and…chills ran down Harry's spine as he shuddered in pleasure. The best thing about planning these things was that you knew when it was going to happen, where it was going to happen and thinking about how it was going to happen. Harry walked closer to the portrait hole with sex being the only thing on his mind like an overly hormone driven teenager that had just discovered it.
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In Gryffindor common room the students were relieved that the week was over. Arm chairs were filled, the fireplace was surrounded by students, the tables supported board games and everyone was doing something.
In the corner a group of sixth years and Ginny sat and relaxed enjoying their Friday evening.
"What a week," yawed Seamus. The others grunted and made other sounds of agreement. "and it's only the start of October."
"How about that class with Snape today?" Parvati asked.
"It was horrible," grumbled Dean.
"Only because I body-binded your arse," Parvarti interjected to which Dean gave her a face.
"How were your classes today?" Dean asked Ginny.
"All the same," Ginny shrugged "every teacher finishes their sentences with 'and that is why you need to study for your OWLs'."
"I forgot you had your OWLs this year Ginny," Neville said looking up from his herbology book.
"One day they'll create a charm that does all your homework perfectly without you doing as much as waving your wand and saying a few words." Ginny sighed.
"You sound just like Ron," Hermione smiled shaking her head and then her smiled faded and she looked at Harry who had previously turned his head so he wouldn't catch her gaze.
"Quidditch is coming up," Harry mentioned.
"You're captain aren't you Harry?" Neville asked.
"Yeah," Harry sighed "I hope I can manage it, it's a big responsibility."
"Harry you're perfect for the role," Hermione told him "you'll be just fine."
"She's right," Ginny joined in as she rested her head against Dean's shoulder "with you as captain we're bound to have a decent team and a decent chance at the cup."
Harry smiled a little bashfully, "Thanks guys."
"So are you going to try out Seamus?" Dean asked. As the boys engrossed themselves in the many topic branches of Quidditch Hermione looked at Harry meaningfully and looked over at the stairs to the boys' dormitory.
She leaned over and whispered into Harry's ear, "Go and fix it Harry."
Harry knew she was right. Even though he was mad at Ron he couldn't stay mad forever.
"Please," she mouthed.
Harry sighed. "Okay," he mouthed back. Hermione gave him a small smile as he got up off the floor and headed to the stair case. He walked up the stairs and thought about how their previous argument had gone. Both boys had been angry and Harry was determined to resolve this before he and Draco met up, he wanted to be at peace with himself and Ron. He walked through the door and saw Ron lying on his bed reading a Chudley Cannons magazine. Ron looked over the booklet and saw Harry. Harry went to sit over on the edge of his bed. Harry wanted to get this over with, he was sick of not having Ron as a friend.
"I came to apologise," he began looking over at Ron who had put down his magazine and heaved himself up into a sitting position "about what happened after the party. I started shouting at you even though I knew that you didn't know how I felt about what you did. I felt really angry and fearful and hurt but that isn't an excuse. I'm seventeen and I should know better. It was my job to tell you how I felt about what you did and how your choices affected me and I went about it the wrong way. I'm sorry."
Ron averted his eyes to the ground and then swung his legs onto the floor so that he was sitting on the edge of the bed like Harry.
"I'm sorry to," Ron finally said "at the time I didn't know that what I said would have hurt you Harry, I honestly didn't. I guess I was given an opportunity to ask you where you would have had to answer back like you've been avoiding all summer. I really felt like you didn't trust me because you didn't tell me. I know now that it isn't about that. It took me a while to imagine myself in your place when I asked you that question under the truth charm. It took me a while to realise that I what I did was really, really wrong. I acted like a git –"
"You did,"
"–and I'm sorry." Ron looked up at Harry and extended a hand. "Are we good?" he asked.
Harry considered Ron's hand. Instead of shaking it he stood up and embraced Ron, which took him off guard completely. Nevertheless Ron who was still bemused hugged Harry in return and then Harry said, "Yeah, we're good."
Ron smiled at him gratefully.
"Come on," Harry said and he walked towards the door "let's go downstairs." The two boys walked down and joined the rest of the group in the corner. Hermione beamed at them as they sat down next to her. To avoid awkwardness no one brought up the fact that Ron and Harry had solved their dispute. Ron looked over at a small group of first years playing a Quidditch board game.
"I've forgotten what that was like," he mused "to be that young, to not have to worry about anything except your assignments."
"I can't remember a time where I worried about normal things a person my age worried about." Harry thought out aloud.
"There are times where I think that we all just need to let it all go," Hermione said wisely "all the hardships, the entire adult world, all the complications and just be students who go to school." She closed her book and brought rested Ron's head in her lap.
"If only that were possible…" Harry sighed. He closed his eyes and said, "Do you even just not want to do it anymore? All the hard stuff? Sometimes I just want to do things that don't have a consequence. I don't mean breaking rules, I mean doing things for you."
In knowing that you think I'd find a person that would give me as little complication as possible, Harry thought.
"All the time mate," Ron said exhaling loudly "all the time. It's just this war, you know? It's messing everyone up. Everyone's on edge, waiting for something to happen, waiting for something to go wrong instead of enjoying the time that they have."
"We're being forced to grow up before we're ready," Hermione said quietly and she brushed her fingers through Ron's hair "I pick up a book and sometimes I can't even concentrate because my mind just branches off into things that aren't my job to worry about but I find myself worrying about them anyway because…" she trailed off exhaling in frustration.
Harry had almost forgotten about Ginny, Dean, Seamus and Neville when Ginny said, "It makes it so much more real when we start off by talking about average school work and we end up talking about a war." Everyone nodded in thoughtful agreement.
"I worry about my family," Neville admitted "because I know I won't join his side because it's the easy option and that that they might get hurt because of my choices."
"Me too," Seamus agreed.
"My mum's a muggle," Dean said "I know what could happen to her. I don't think about it because facing it is hard but I know I can't ignore it forever. I worry about Ginny too–"
Ginny raised her eyebrows, "Why?"
"When the time comes for everyone to choose a side publicly, they'll hurt anyone who's close to those people."
"Dean's right," Harry said quietly.
"I am perfectly capable of kicking someone's arse to save my own," Ginny told him sternly.
"I know," Dean smiled.
An hour later, Harry got up from the floor and turned to his friends, "I'll see you guys tomorrow."
"Harry it's past curfew!" Hermione reprimanded him.
"And?" Ginny snorted knowing full well that that wouldn't stop Harry.
"Sorry Hermione, we planned to meet up and I'm not going to stand them up." Harry explained.
Hermione rolled her eyes and then with a pained expression she said, "Fine." She pursed her lips and then, in a very Mrs. Weasley-ish way she added, "What time will you be getting back?"
"Do you want to tuck him in too, mother?" Ron laughed.
Harry rolled his eyes. "I don't know what time we'll..." he paused and then added awkwardly "…finish."
"He said 'I'll see you tomorrow'," Ron reminded Hermione "meaning he won't be coming back tonight."
"I'd hurry and leave before she whips out the contraception lecture," Ginny grinned.
Harry's eyes widened and he blushed. "Okay thank you everyone you can all stop discussing my events for tonight," Harry said quickly as his blush deepened.
"Now Harry," Seamus said imitating a teacher's voice "always remember, that when in a state of–"
"Okay I'm going now," Harry said loudly trying to drown out the rest of Seamus' sentence. He hurried over to the portrait hole. He was glad that he had worked out things with Ron. Harry headed for the seventh floor.
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In the Slytherin Common room the lounge area wasn't exactly deserted but it wasn't exactly full either. The dormitories were filled with groups of students their own age. Draco's dorm mates were Blaise and Nott. Their dorm was the smallest compared to the other Slytherin's but Draco didn't mind. Draco had transfigured their beds into couches. Blaise lounged across his black leather couch while Pansy sat on the floor and leaned against it. It always made Draco laugh how Pansy would just waltz into their dorm and place herself on Blaise's bed. She's on it often enough, Draco thought a tad sourly. He and Nott had become friends rather than acquaintances this year due to the many they had had to share a couch in the common room because Pansy and Blaise had magically locked the dorm door. Sometimes Draco worried whether they kept their activities to just Blaise's bed…
"I need a rape alarm because all this homework is screwing me over," Pansy complained.
"Thank Salazar Snape didn't give us any homework. I got enough from Flitwick." Blaise ran a hand through his hair. "Where's Nott?" Blaise asked.
"Still in the hospital wing," Draco answered a little guiltily.
"Would you stop looking at your watch," Pansy said shaking her head "you're making me nervous."
"Sorry," Draco apologized and was once again consumed by thought.
"You did Potter's arse hard today," Blaise smirked.
Draco blinked and his head snapped up. "What?"
"You kicked Potter's arse today in defense," Blaise repeated.
"Oh," Draco said a little relieved "yes well, I don't know what he's boasting about, he doesn't possess one ounce of advanced skill."
"He can be such a cocky bastard," Pansy said with a mean edge to her voice.
"I agree with Draco," Blaise said "Potter's nothing special."
"He thinks that scar on his head makes him superior," Draco spat "I think it makes me sick."
"What do you think he'd be like," Pansy wondered out loud "if he didn't have anything. His scar, his title, he little fan club, if he had parents?"
Draco gave a humorless laugh, "He'd still be an arrogant prick."
"I'm sick of fucking waiting for them to get their act together," Pansy hissed the sudden change of topic shocking the two boys momentarily, they both reprimanded themselves for not being used to Pansy's sudden mood swings by now "why doesn't this bloody war just start already?"
"It has," Blaise told her "it started years ago, it's just in remission."
"You make it sound like an illness," Pansy said in an accusing sort of way.
"It's going to kill a lot of people," Blaise explained truthfully.
"Not the good ones," Draco said quietly but he might as well have used a sonorus charm. In that context the harshness of Draco's words stunned the other two for a moment, Draco that that's what they were thinking, he was just brave enough to say it out loud. "Think about it," he said "we choose the right side, we play by the rules and we don't get hurt. And then we watch as the world around us is purified. We're Slytherins, I think we can manage it."
"He's all that stands in the way," Draco said not realizing that he had unintentionally brought the conversation back to Harry as he had done so many times throughout the years.
"Do you think the Dark Lord can do it?" Blaise asked "Do you think he can actually kill Potter this time?"
"Like you said before," Draco shrugged "Potter's nothing special."
"The Dark Lord though," Pansy said in an almost purring sort of tone "he's powerful. He could have anything he wants…anyone he wants."
Blaise looked at her disbelievingly, "Are you serious?"
"No, I don't mean me!" Pansy's face screwed up in revolution and then she looked at Draco and grinned "But that aunty of yours…"
Draco rolled his eyes, "I know." He was very much aware that Bellatrix's husband was merely a display model; Draco couldn't even use the word 'toy' because he knew that Rodolphus wasn't even used for that. Voldemort was the one who Bellatrix's heart belonged to. He pitied her in a way because even he knew that the Dark Lord was incapable of love.
"She looks as deprived as I do on the week I have my period," Pansy grinned.
I don't understand what she sees in that evil son of a bitch, Draco thought. However this wasn't allowed to be his answer. "I've never asked but I'm sure it's hard for her," he thought out aloud "to be in a marriage where she is unhappy."
Harry's response would have been, you should ask her. However the response he got was, "Yeah, I guess." He looked at his watch again and how the hands moved painfully slow. All he wanted to do was be with Harry, feel Harry's lips on his, entwine his fingers into Harry's…
"Hey lover boy," Pansy called out "snap out of it!" she turned to Blaise and asked, "Who is he going to see?"
"How should I know?" Blaise said defensively.
"Because you're his best friend!"
"I don't know! He's bloody discreet about it, he doesn't talk in his sleep and even when he's awake he doesn't talk about it!"
"Draco bloody hell!"
"What did I do now?" Draco exclaimed.
"That's the problem!" Pansy exclaimed back "You're doing someone and I don't know who!"
"Good," Draco said crisply as he found a more comfortable sitting position on the couch.
"No it's not," Pansy grumbled.
"How do you sleep with her, she's so whiny?" Draco asked Blaise in amazement.
"I do things that make her shut up," Blaise grinned mischievously.
"Bullshit," Draco laughed "I'm kicked out onto the couch and it's not that far from the dorm and ask Nott if you don't believe me, Pansy doesn't shut up. In fact she gets louder."
"There's nothing wrong with being an expressive person who is in touch with her emotions," Pansy said. There was a moments silence…and then Draco and Blaise erupted into laughter. Blaise nearly rolled off his couch and Draco clutched his for support. Pansy crossed her arms and gave them both a stern look, "It's not funny…I'm serious!" This only made them laugh even harder. It took a while for both boys to exit their hysterical state before they sat up normally and faced Pansy's glare.
"Sorry Pans," Draco said as he wiped his eyes.
"That was hilarious," Blaise sighed in a happy tone.
An hour and a half later, Draco looked at his watch for what seemed the thousandth time that night.
"…and that bitch from Ravenclaw," Pansy exclaimed "you know what she needs? A decent slap."
"She's not as bad as guy from Hufflepuff that looks like he's got a wand shoved up his arse…what's his name?" Blaise asked.
"Kelksy?"
"Kelksy, that's it! He sits next to me in ancient ruins and under Salazar's restraint I'm sure, I didn't hex him somehow."
"I can't stand annoying people," Pansy shook her head in exasperation "I don't have time for people whose heads are with the hippogriffs. Like bloody Gryffindors."
"Don't even get me bloody started on Gryffindors," Blaise warned.
"Oh I'm so over them," Pansy half hissed "they're so fucking arrogant. I swear to Merlin sometimes I expect a horse to run past so that they can hop on and charge into battle. They think they're better than everyone and it pisses me off. Potter leads the lot of them. 'The Chosen One'…yes well, I choose for him to take a long walk off a short pier."
Draco quickly ran a hand through his hair and ruffled his fringe slightly. He picked up his wand and loosened his tie a little more. Then he got up off the couch and transfigured it back into his bed.
"I'm going," he told them "I'll see you tomorrow morning."
"Don't get caught!" Blaise called out to him.
"Get in there," Pansy winked.
Draco shut the door and walked out, "More like get on there." Then he stopped and realised the bet that he had won. "Oh," he smiled naughtily to himself "I am getting in there." Draco headed for the seventh floor.
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Harry stood in front of the wall in the seventh floor corridor. He closed his eyes and willed the door to appear. He opened his eyes and walked towards the door handles. Harry looked around making sure no one was watching before he slipped inside of the Room of Requirement, shutting the door silently behind him. He turned around and to his surprise saw no bed. However as he lowered his eyes he saw a wooden floor with a think, satin blanket in the center. On the blanket sat Draco, leaning back on his hands with one knee up and one leg out straight, Harry saw nothing else but him.
"Good evening," Draco said giving Harry a nod.
Harry walked over and sat down next to Draco giving him a peck on his lips, "Hey."
Shifting around Draco lay back on the blanket and Harry lay down beside him.
Draco rolled onto his side so that he could see Harry more clearly. Harry turned his head toward Draco as the Slytherin moved his hands gently through the Gryffindor's hair. Harry closed his eyes.
"How was your night?" Draco asked softly.
Harry let out a content sigh, "I decided that not to avoid conflict anymore."
"Is that so?"
"I worked everything out with Ron," Harry explained "he apologized and so did I. I'm glad that that's all over and we're friends again."
"You apologized?" Draco asked "For what?"
"For getting angry so quickly," Harry replied but he opened his eyes and saw Draco's dissatisfied face and added "and for yelling."
"You're such a noble bloody Gryffindor," Draco said shaking his head.
"Yes but I'm your noble bloody Gryffindor," Harry teased.
Draco smiled, "Yes you are." He brought his face lower to meet Harry's and gave his Gryffindor a long and slow kiss.
Harry tilted his head up slightly, changing the angle of the kiss and deepening it. He opened his mouth allowing Draco's tongue to trace his bottom lip and then delve into his mouth. Draco took control of the situation and broke the kiss momentarily allowing him to swing his leg over Harry's body so that he was standing up on his knees that were either side of Harry's waist. Harry sat up, using his arms to prop him, and met Draco into an eager kiss.
"When you say going back to basics," Harry said as they broke away for air "I hope you mean you'll basically be thrusting into me the whole time."
Draco laughed and shook his head in amazement. "I top once and I've already got you begging."
"I'm not begging," Harry told him with a frown.
"But I could make you beg…" Draco replied huskily.
Harry knew without a doubt that the Slytherin could have him begging in seconds, "No you couldn't."
Draco, who was on his knees, lowered himself so that he sat straddling Harry. He ground his hips against Harry's groin. Once…twice…three times…
Harry bit his lip and moaned.
"Still sure I couldn't make you beg?" Draco smirked.
"You want my arse?" Harry asked breathlessly. Something gleamed in Draco's grey eyes. "Don't tease me." Because I'll cum in a heartbeat, Harry finished the sentence in his head.
"Blackmail?" Draco asked, a grin spreading on his face and then noted "That's incredibly Slytherin of you." He slowly began unbuttoning Harry's shirt and ran his hands along Harry's smooth chest. "What if I did tease you?" Draco asked innocently
Harry caught onto Draco's mood immediately. "You'd have quite some nerve to do that," Harry began hooking his fingers in the belt-loops on Draco's jeans "if I'm not mistaken that would make you very Gryffindor."
"We can't have that now can we?"
"Not at all."
Draco ground into Harry again, making Harry lose his track of thought.
"I want you so bad," Harry moaned as he felt himself go hard under Draco's dry thrusts "I want you in me." These words went straight to Draco's cock which was now painfully hard and making his jeans very tight.
"Do you want to know what I'm doing to you tonight?" Draco asked Harry. Beneath him, Harry nodded. "Well usually we just prepare with charms," Draco began "but I want to do it without magic."
"You want to do it the muggle way?" Harry asked surprised as he knew that Draco thoroughly disliked muggles.
"I want to do it without magic, yes." Draco verified making emphasis in not referring to muggles.
"But you're still going to clean me with magic though?"
"Yes," Draco replied.
"Okay," Harry nodded "but before you start…" Harry pulled Draco down and placed his hand at the back of Draco's neck and kissed him. Draco entwined his fingers into Harry's dark hair. It then became a race against time as they removed each other's clothes. Harry's shirt was the first thing to go as well as Draco's.
Harry struggled to get Draco's black jeans off, "You and these blasted straight legs."
Draco pointed his toes to make it easier for the jeans to slide off. Harry looked a briefly at Draco but then did a double take. Draco was lying on the floor but propped up on his elbows and forearm. His black jeans contrasted with his white blonde hair and pale skin. Fuck, Draco was just so hot. Harry's cock throbbed.
"Yeah, but they look hot." Draco reasoned with a knowing smirk.
The rest of their clothes came at an alarming speed. As they lay there together, naked, Draco whispered, "Are you ready?" Harry nodded, never being more sure of himself.
Draco picked up his Hawthorn wand and waved it using a non-verbal spell. Harry shuddered pleasantly as the cleansing spell tingled inside him for a few seconds before subsiding. Draco waved his wand again and this time and conjured up a bottle of lubricant. He opened the bottle and coated two fingers and brought them slowly to Harry's entrance.
The feeling was still new to Harry and as much as he wanted to he couldn't yet shake of the feeling of intrusion. Draco carefully slid one finger slowly into Harry. Reflexively, Harry tensed.
Draco looked up at him. "Sorry," Harry swallowed. He took a deep breath and let himself relax. He trusted Draco.
Draco pulled his finger out. "I'm going to add another one in," he told Harry, silently asking for permission. Harry nodded and Draco put two fingers in him. Once Harry had learnt to hold back the impulses to tense it was so much easier to enjoy his boyfriend's finger inside him. Draco began scissoring him. He added a third finger inside Harry as he stretched the raven. Draco curled his fingers upwards, hitting Harry's prostate. To Draco's amazement Harry loosened considerably around his fingers.
"Shit Draco," Harry gasped.
"Well that worked," Draco chuckled to himself. He curled his finger up again causing Harry to grab handfuls of the blanket they were lying on. After another few minutes of this Draco pulled his fingers out and told Harry, "You're ready now."
"I'm yours," Harry said simply, looking into the blonde's grey eyes. Draco grabbed the bottle of lube and squeezed some into his hand. He covered the length of his cock with it and pumped his hand up and down a few times making sure it was evenly spread. He positioned himself at Harry's entrance and gradually entered Harry until he was fully immersed in the Gryffindor. Draco closed his eyes and moaned; Harry was so warm and tight.
"I understand you want to go back to basics," Harry panted "but this isn't the first time that we've had sex so can you please do something because I'm hard and throbbing here."
It was like a fire had ignited under Draco. He thrust his hips forward. It was amazing how every thrust brought more pleasure and Draco's body seemed to know this as it felt like his thrusts were becoming an uncontrolled action like breathing rather than a choice being made. Harry thrusted his hips too, meeting Draco.
"Yeah, yes, ugh…m-more, ahh, Dr-Drac-oohh…" Harry moaned incoherently.
"Merlin, I love the sounds that you make." Draco groaned. He lowered himself down to Harry and with his tongue traced over Harry's scar. Harry's eyelids shuddered as the different angle shot new feelings coursing through his body.
"Oh Godric shit yes, do that again." Harry cried out. Draco pounded into Harry's arse and at the same time brought his mouth over to Harry's, not even bothering with his lips Draco slid his tongue straight into Harry's mouth. Harry responded eagerly, moaning in Draco's mouth. Much to Harry's dislike, Draco broke away. He reached over for the bottle of lube and squeezed a generous amount into his palm and began to work Harry's cock in time to his own thrusts.
Harry had lost all sense. Only the feeling of where the Slytherin was touching his mattered.
"Harry you feel so good around my cock," Draco said, his voice shaking. He continued to pump his hand up and down Harry's cock and even began palming his balls. Their thrusting became desperate as each man drew closer to his release. The feeling began building up with in them, that warm, hot feeling that promised amazing ecstasy.
"Harry I'm not going to – ughh – last much l-longer," Draco warned.
"I'm almost there," Harry said as his head arched back in pleasure "I'm…so close. Oh shit yes."
Harry gripped Draco's hand which was working furiously on his cock and pumped his hand up and down with Draco.
"H-Harry!" Draco exclaimed. Harry opened his eyes and saw Draco's expression moments before he came. Draco bit his bottom lip – this sent Harry over the edge.
"FUCK!" Draco cried, his blonde hair falling into his eyes. He almost buckled under the feeling that was pulsating through him. He felt completely owned to his orgasm as it took over him. Harry spasmed around Draco's cock and shot cum over Draco's hand and chest. Whilst riding out his own blissful state Draco squeezed Harry's cock.
"D-Draco," Harry cried out.
"Come on baby," Draco crooned "I know there's one more in there for me."
Draco's tone unlocked some sort of hidden door with in Harry and before he knew what was happening he was cumming again. Load after load Harry shot. He thrusted into Draco's hand and let the sounds rip through him, taking control of him.
Draco collapsed on top of Harry.
"No…energy…" Draco panted. Harry ran his fingers through Draco's blonde hair.
"You made me cum twice," Harry sighed in blissful amazement.
"Of course I did," Draco said, as if he expected nothing less of his greatness "I'm a sex god."
"We need to do this again…and sooner rather than later."
When Draco didn't reply Harry gently whispered, "Draco? Draco?" Still no answer. Harry smiled affectionately at the Slytherin. "You're something totally different but that's why I love you. You're so amazing, I don't know how I got so lucky to have you in my life. I love having you in my arms." Harry whispered quietly.
"I love being in your arms." Draco replied sleepily.
Harry's face burned, "I thought you were asleep!"
"Yes well, you need to think like a Slytherin."
"Cunning little bastard," Harry smiled.
"I am amazing though," Draco noted and Harry snorted "You're not that lucky to have me. But I'm lucky to have you, very lucky. So many times you've almost died, or been hurt and every time you hold me I need to be thankful that you're here at all. Sometimes I think that I don't appreciate you enough. You're the one person that I can just be me with, the one person that won't judge me, the one person that understands me. But tell me, totally different how?"
Harry lay there speechless. He was completely stunned by Draco's emotion-baring statement that he rarely every got to see.
"That's how you're different," Harry finally said regaining the ability of speech "you're so independent and strong and protective. You're smart and careful. You're always three steps ahead of people, you're constantly analyzing things. You're quietly confident. That's you on the outside. But on the inside, it's like discovering a whole new person. You have this ability to control your emotions, to control your thoughts, to control your actions, to control the things around you. That's something I've never been able to do. But you have this great insight, you can read people and because you're so observant you have that insight. You can be so bluntly truthful at times. I really love you. Everything about you, I love all of it."
There was a peaceful silence.
"You still awake?" Harry asked, concerned that Draco had fallen asleep during his revelation.
Draco kissed his chest, "Yeah I'm awake."
It was a lovely, serene feeling that Draco had in knowing that Harry knew him so well. Even more than his parents perhaps. However it was also a little scary…did Harry know him well enough to know that he was hiding something?
They fell asleep contently in each other's arms.
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Parting with each other as the sun came up was extremely hard. Especially since they could barely get a piece of clothing on as they kept stopping to kiss. At one point Draco had Harry up against the wall with Harry's leg hooked up and around Draco's.
"We've got to go," Harry said in between kisses.
"I don't want to," Draco moped a little.
"Neither do I," Harry said taking Draco's hand "but I'm starving."
"Eat me," Draco winked.
"As delectable as you are…I need some solid food." Harry said gravely.
"Babe I'm as solid as you're going to get," Draco said biting Harry's earlobe.
"I'm always up for sucking lollipops," Harry said in Draco's ear "but I'm just not going to have time to finish it before class."
"Harry," Draco whined, tugging at the waist line of Harry's jeans.
"Do you ever shut up? I think I need keep that mouth of yours busy."
"What were you thinking of putting in there?" Draco looked lustfully into Harry's eyes.
"Dear Godric you're unstoppable!" Harry pressed his mouth against Draco's. Their lips moved hungrily. They began using their teeth to nip each other's earlobes. Harry licked down Draco's neck. Draco sucked of Harry's bottom lip. They continued to snog each other as they pressed hard up against the wall.
Finally they found themselves in the midst of the Great Hall, everyone else completely unaware that something between two boys – a Gryffindor and a Slytherin – had happened last night.
"Sooooo," Pansy waggled her eyebrows as she sat down next to Draco "how was last night?"
"Pansy," Draco hissed "not here!"
"You're no fun," Pansy pouted and then poked him with her elbow.
"Last night was fine." Draco said shortly, hoping she's drop the subject.
"Just fine?" Pansy asked. Draco groaned and realised that Pansy wouldn't drop the subject unless she got what she was looking for.
"Fine. Last night was seriously amazing. And it was…really special too…" Draco trailed off but then added "now shut up."
"Awww!" Pansy quietly squealed. She grabbed his cheeks with her hand and squished them together.
"Ged da fuh offee ow." He hissed removing her hands.
"But you're so cute!"
Draco looked at her, appalled. "Malfoy's are not cute."
"They are now,"
Over the other side of the Great Hall Harry and Ron sat next to each other eating breakfast and Hermione sat across from them.
"Harry," Hermione sighed "the food isn't going to vanish; you don't have to inhale your food."
Harry swallowed. "Sorry," he said "I'm just trying to replenish my energy…I don't want to be falling asleep in transfiguration."
"What time did you go to bed?" Hermione asked seriously.
"I don't know," Harry said awkwardly "we di-, I mean I didn't keep track of the time."
"Sorry I'm late," Ginny said as she sat down next to Hermione. Ginny passed Harry a note over the table. It had Harry's name written on the front and Harry recognized Draco's hand writing immediately. Unaware that Ron was on looking Harry opened the note.
Best sex ever.
Harry barely had time to grin to himself before Ron exclaimed, "You had sex with my sister Harry? What the fuck?" Ron looked at him with bulging eyes. Ginny had passed him the note and therefore Ron assumed she wrote it. Bloody hell, Harry thought.
"What?" Ginny cried "Harry's never even touched me! Are you still seei– is this about Cho again?" Cho Chang who happened to be sitting adjacent to Harry on the Ravenclaw table turned around at hearing her name.
"Sorry?" She asked.
"Did you send Harry a note?" Ron asked.
"A note?" Cho asked confused "I've been studying for my NEWTs, I haven't spoken to Harry in months." She gave them an apologetic smile.
Luna Lovegood who had been sitting next to Cho turned around and said dreamily, "It looks like you've got some explaining to do Harry, good luck with that."
Harry buried his head in his hands.
"What did the note even say?" Ginny asked.
"It said 'Best sex ever'" Ron replied.
"Ron," Hermione shook her head and sighed "if Harry and Ginny really did…well if they did that, she wouldn't hand Harry that note where you could read it."
"I guess so," Ron said, not sure whether to be relieved Harry didn't have sex with his sister or grumpy that he didn't think of what Hermione said before.
"Who gave the note to you Ginny?" Hermione asked but then looked at Harry and reconsidered whether or not she should have asked.
"Hannah Abbot gave it to me," Ginny obviously didn't think that Hannah was the one who wrote it because she added "but I'm not sure who gave it to her." Ginny looked around at Harry, Hermione and Ron and said, "And I don't think it's a good idea that we go and find out."
"I agree," Hermione nodded.
"I completely agree," Harry muttered. They all looked at Ron.
"Yeah alright, alright…I agree." He mumbled to his eggs and bacon.
There was a bit of time where none of them spoke. However Ginny broke the silence.
"Best sex ever huh?" she asked Harry mischievously.
"Ginny!" Hermione and Ron both reprimanded.
"Sorry," Ginny rolled her eyes playfully.
Harry gave a small laugh; his friendship with Ginny was very different to that of Hermione and Ron's.
"Gin, you have no idea." Harry said biting him bottom lip slightly, recalling last night's events.
"Harry!" Hermione and Ron repeated.
"Sorry," Harry smiled ruefully.
Ginny lowered her voice a little to avoid Ron and Hermione's telling off, "How many?"
"Twice," Harry had to stop himself from moaning the heavenly word.
"Twice?" Ginny asked her mouth opening wide and then she grinned "are you serious? Twice in one go?"
"Gin, you have no idea." Harry repeated. He closed his eyes and then opened them just to prove his point. "Best sex ever."
"Guys!" Ron and Hermione protested.
"Sorry!" Ginny and Harry both winced slightly.
As breakfast ended with alarming speed so did the month. November seemed to fly past, taking the students of Hogwarts by surprise. No one knew what the future held except for fate. And he seemed to be looking at the future as the past, sometimes laughing at the cruel things that were to happen. Draco was unaware of the fact that every moment he spent with Harry would be treasured because as time went by Voldemort's task wouldn't fade away. Harry was unaware that many challenges would soon face him; some involving friends, some involving school and some involving his future. However still under the pressure of school work was the pressure of appearance. The secret lives of the Gryffindor and the Slytherin. The unfair timing of the question 'when would they tell?' loomed above them, never letting up. The weather started to become colder. As the lake froze over and the snowflakes fell, Harry wished he could hold hands with Draco and walk down into the snow, make snow angels. And Draco? Draco wanted to go someplace where neither of them would be known or questioned…Draco wanted to ask Harry to dance with him…
If I don't update before Christmas, I hope you all have a lovely Christmas filled with love, friendship, joy and compassion. Cherish and be thankful for all the wonderful people and things in your lives. Please all keep safe! Merry Christmas
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p.s What flashbacks would you like to see (moments before the series began)?
