A Malfoy By Any Other Name
Chapter Ten
"And where two raging fires meet together, they do consume the thing that feeds their fury."
― William Shakespeare, Taming Of The Shrew
Despite being October, the next morning dawned sunny, even if it was a rather wintry sun, and Harry rose in excellent spirits. Ron did not mention his change in temperament but tried poorly to disguise his surprise.
As Harry hung back in the dormitory to fetch socks from the debris covered bottom of his trunk, Ron went ahead to breakfast. When Harry descended the staircase some five minutes later, he found his way blocked by a determined-looking Hermione.
"Hi Hermione." Harry said brightly, trying to slip past her.
"Harry." she said firmly, and his heart sank a little.
"What?" he asked nonchantly.
"You know what," she hissed, surreptitiously looking round to check no one could hear.
"Where were you after English yesterday? Hm? And don't tell me you were reading lines-" she added when Harry opened his mouth. "-With Malfoy, of all people, because you and I both know that's not true."
Harry swallowed; to tell the truth or not to tell the truth? That was the question.
"We got to talking..." he began quietly. Hermione's eyebrows shot up but she looked smug. Harry changed his mind at the speed of light. "-About the war, and Snape, Y'know 'cause they were so close... And it turns out Malfoy's a decent human being." Harry lied, only able to say the last part with conviction.
Hermione, however, seemed satisfied with the answer.
"And why, may I ask, did you refrain from telling Ron this?" she asked, folding her arms.
Harry shrugged. "He hates Malfoy, I don't want to fall out with him over it."
Hermione sighed. "You know he would probably understand if you explained that Malfoy had changed."
Harry hoped that the deep meaning behind those words was just his imagination; he hastened to correct Hermione.
"There's nothing to understand, Malfoy and I aren't friends or anything - this is why I didn't tell either of you. I don't want it to be a big deal."
Hermione nodded, and launched into a tirade about how much work Harry had to do but was shirking, which she kept up all the way to breakfast where thankfully Ron could intervene.
Malfoy as usual wasn't present at breakfast, but nonetheless Harry carried the memory of last night's meeting on the Astronomy tower with him like a glowing talisman. He even consented to entering into a conversation with Ginny, much to her undisguised delight.
Harry ate little; he was far too excited for the morning's English lesson, and as a result time seemed to drag slower than ever. Finally it seemed as if Ron had at last eaten his full and they sloped off to English.
Harry entered the classroom with a beating heart and his eyes immediately fixed on the seat next to him, disappointingly empty. Feeling Hermione's eyes on him, Harry did not betray any feelings and walked as usual to his seat, listening to Ron talk eagerly about the upcoming Quidditch match.
"Yeah, that's right." Harry said distractedly, watching as the door opened and the person he'd been hoping to see walk in.
Malfoy showed no sign that he had noticed Harry. He walked to his seat at the back of the class room and collapsed gracefully into it. Harry watched him patiently, waiting for Malfoy to acknowledge him - surely he wouldn't do the whole ignoring-him thing all over again?
But he was left disappointed as Professor Daley hurried in and the pale boy to his left was silent, and remained so throughout the lesson.
Harry was distracted and irritable all lesson as a result; here he was, forced to read line after line on stage with Ron and Seamus acting as Mercutio and Benvolio, when he could be sat in the back near Malfoy, like Hermione.
When at long, long, last the bell rang, Harry practically sprinted from the stage to the back of the class to retrieve his bag.
Making subtle gestures to Hermione to carry ahead without him, knowing she would understand and sweep Ron along with her, he caught Malfoy on the arm as he rose to leave.
"Malfoy, wait." he said.
Malfoy said nothing, but slug his bag onto his shoulder.
"You've been ignoring me all lesson." Harry said steadily, feeling simultaneously foolish and vulnerable. This was really pathetic of him, he told himself firmly.
"Is that so?" Malfoy murmured, busying himself with adjusting the strap on his bag, not looking at Harry.
"Yes," said Harry irritably. "You're doing it now."
"How interesting." Malfoy said softly, as if disinterested in the topic. Harry watched his slender fingers finally withdraw from the bag strap, with mounting irritation.
"Malfoy." Harry said, struggling to keep his voice steady.
Malfoy finally looked up at him, his grey eyes staring into Harry's with a staggering intensity, his pointed features contorted in pain. His cool, detached demeanour had disappeared.
"You're making a mistake, Potter. We're not meant to talk to each other. Or like each other. Or anything else. I'm an ex Death Eater, remember? I'm a Malfoy and you're a Potter. We're meant to hate each other. So keep away from me."
He turned on his heel and stalked from the room. Harry stood frozen for a few seconds before his anger kicked in and he stormed out the room after him.
"Malfoy!" He bellowed after the retreating white blonde head down the corridor. It stopped and turned.
"What, Potter?" he sneered, and suddenly they were back. It wasn't eighth year anymore, it was third or fourth year and they were no more than hate fueled rivals.
"You're not going to weasel your way out of this, you ferret!" Harry said angrily. Students stopped in the corridor to watch with open mouths and excited expressions. Potter and Malfoy fights were always good. Harry ignored them.
Malfoy flushed pink at the word ferret, and his eyes flashed in spite. "What's wrong Scarhead, feeling a bit desperate? Resorting to Slytherins now? Sorry but I'm not available, even for the Chosen One." he said maliciously, knowing he'd hit the spot.
"That's not what you were saying last night." Harry shot back, and earned a few titters from the surrounding crowd. Little did they know that this was almost true.
All the blood drained from Draco Malfoy's face, and he went even paler than usual, accentuating his arrogant, chiselled cheek bones. Harry tried not to look to closely, but an angry Malfoy was an admittedly attractive one.
"Oh, of course Potter, that's why I've been picking fights with you and made you my enemy. Because I fancy you so much - oh, be still my beating heart!" Malfoy half shouted, half sneered, well and truly rubbing salt in the wound. Although Harry did not know it, every word he spoke was true.
Harry felt sick; this was the boy he inexplicably wanted, more than he'd ever wanted Ginny or Cho, and the boy was screaming at him from down a Hogwarts corridor in anger.
"So why did you do it?" Harry asked, his voice shaking. "On Daddy's orders? Well he's dead now, isn't he, so I guess that's why you haven't picked any fights with me. It was all Daddy all along, not little Draco." He had no idea what had made him say it, but he knew instantly he'd gone too far.
Malfoy stared at him, shaking visibly with anger, before drawing his wand and pointing at Harry. Before he could say anything, however, Professor McGonagall came running round the corner, apparently having heard the shouting.
"Potter! Malfoy!" she exclaimed with flaring nostrils. "Follow me! Now! The rest of you get to your classes!"
Harry remained with his eyes fixed on Malfoy's furious stormy ones as the crowd quickly melted away, but after a sharp cough from Professor McGonagall he and Malfoy reluctantly pulled their eyes away and followed her sullenly.
"See this is what I meant, Potter. We're a Potter and a Malfoy. We'd never work together. We're both too...damaged. We have too much history." Malfoy muttered, too quiet for McGonagall to hear.
"Actually," Harry contradicted in an almost inaudible whisper. "I think that would make us all the more stronger. Because despite that history and that damage, despite all we've been through, we still make an excellent duo." Malfoy looked at him silently with wide eyes and an unreadable face.
"Even if you are an angry bastard." Harry added softly, and Malfoy's mouth twitched.
"We'd end up killing each other." Malfoy whispered warningly as they followed in Professor McGonagall's wake.
"We are both very passionate," Harry agreed softly.
"We just need to find a better outlet than fighting," Malfoy murmured, with a smirk. "A better way of letting out... Pent up feelings."
"I can think of a few ways?" Harry whispered, unusually tentative.
"As can I." Malfoy murmured in reply, his expression unusually open and gentle, and just for a second his hand brushed against the back of Harry's whilst they walked.
.-.
"I wonder where Harry is?" Ron asked, a few hours later.
Hermione, who had his head in his lap, spoke without lifting her gaze from the common room fire.
"He's in double detention with Malfoy and Professor McGonagall."
"Double?" Ron frowned. "What's he done now?"
"He was caught fighting with Malfoy earlier today, so Professor McGonagall doubled their existing detention." Hermione's brow furrowed. Fighting with Malfoy didn't agree with the theory she had about them.
"Can't blame Harry." Ron sighed and resumed his stroking of Hermione's hair.
"Bet he's having a horrible time right now."
.-.
Harry was thrown back against the wall, and he emitted a moan as the frantic mouth against his own moved in a way that delighted his senses, the slick tongue writhing in his mouth around his own which invoked certain reactions in other parts of his body-
Malfoy rubbed his body against Harry's and Harry felt his body respond of its own volition as Malfoy started up a wonderful friction and there was so much pleasure to consider - the mind numbing feelings the long leg placed between his own was creating, or the soft lips running and sliding between his.
Not to mention the beautifully slender fingers which combed through his hair, sending shivers down his spine as they brushed against his scalp. They were so long and skilled Harry's brain nearly exploded at the thought of what else they could do to him.
Harry caught Malfoy's lip between his teeth and tugged at it, enjoying the feeling that he had a part of him between his lips - his mind running riot at what else could go between his lips- and Malfoy didn't seem to mind at all, no he even speeded up the grinding of his body and moaned enthusiastically.
When Harry released his lip, Malfoy wasted no time in taking his turn to claim a part of the other boy, his mouth roamed from Harry's lips, glided down his jawline - he painted a wet stripe down it - before nuzzling against his sweet, fragrant neck.
Harry was shocked by the daring of Malfoy when a second later he felt lips fasten on to his neck and begin to suck gently, like a baby.
Malfoy slowly licked the salty taste of sweat of Harry's neck and enjoyed it, enjoyed how kinky it was, before returning his lips to the pale expanse of skin and set about marking his territory. Harry gripped Malfoy's shoulders to steady himself, his mind having deserted him after being confronted with so many feelings at once, and now he was just floating in pleasure, not exactly sure what Malfoy and his mouth was doing but thoroughly enjoying it anyway.
.-.
"I know." Hermione agreed. "He must be having a horrible time. Our night must be going ten times better than his."
.-.
This time it was Harry's turn to take control. He seized Draco's shoulders and whipped him around, pinning him against the stone wall and kissing him ferociously. He hadn't spoken in a long time, so when they separated to draw breath, it came out rather faintly.
"I prefer this to fighting any day." he croaked.
"I have wanted to kiss you so badly all day-" Draco said hoarsely before he quickly reattached his lips to Harry's, both boys unable to be apart for too long.
Draco was thankful that he was taller than Harry, it was much more preferable to lower his head slightly and kiss the other boy, he could take control so much better-
His hands were wandering down Harry's body, they wrapped round his waist and brought him closer, if that were physically possible, filling any millimeters that had been left open, until all he could see, think and smell was Harry-
His pale hands then fell to Harry's bottom and gripped it tightly, pulling his waist and other areas into his own and he impatiently bucked his hips into them, desperate to quell the painful ache that had arisen. Harry groaned erotically in his mouth which did little to help matters.
Draco needed to be closer but he didn't see how that could be possible, they were wrapped so tightly in each other's arms he could not get any closer to Harry Potter if he tried. He impulsively swung his legs up and wrapped both his legs around Harry's waist and clung to him, his arms wrapped similarly around his back, kissing with a passion he didn't know he had.
He had never felt so strongly about anyone or anything as he had in this moment - not in his fear for the Dark Lord, love for his parents or terror in the war.
Not even in the love he'd carried for Harry for eight years, because now that love had all combined and multiplied because now the Boy Who Lived was entangled in his limbs and was kissing him fiercely, and was trapped between Draco's legs which were wrapped around his waist and it didn't compare to anything because he knew that all this boy wanted and needed was him, and it felt so wonderful to be that to someone, to be their completion-
The feelings truly overcame them both and they just let the feelings take them as they hoarsely whimpered their pleasure and they collapsed in a sweaty pile in each other's robed arms, continuously stealing kisses, the green trimmings resting alongside the scarlet.
Six days between chapters, ooft, I'm sorry again, I've just had lots of schoolwork to do - but let me know what you think of this new chapter - or in fact any chapter you want.:)
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