A/N: And I'm back from my long reprieve. It's not as long as some of the time periods between updates, but lately I've been having this awful writer's itch, where I start to feel lacking if I don't scratch another chapter or something. Is that addiction? I think it is. It doesn't matter either way to me, though. I'm happy with my addiction.
I'm hoping to wrap up DS rather soon, unfortunately for you readers who have been with me from the beginning. I've always known (since elongating it from it's original one-shot), that it would have to end when Draco and Harry came to complete terms with their feelings, and acknowledged themselves to world. Letting them think about their situation set the ball rolling, so it's only a matter of time now.
Anyways- that's at least a couple chapters in the future, so don't get too upset! : )
Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything about these lovely characters or the world they inhabit…..just the dirty thoughts and actions : )
Warnings: It's a surprise, people! But no worries, we will not be revisiting anything deep. Harry and Draco are now on a path towards something, and too much sexual deviation will make them (not to mention their flustered writer!) forget the plot. Must remember the plot. Must forget the sex and remember the plot. : )
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Harry was late to lunch. He had been distracted by Hedwig, who had been insistent on having him feed her treats, which off course were hidden away in a cupboard in the owlry. Instead of 5 minutes in the drafty tower, he had spent 30, trying to locate those damn treats.
Finally, he made it into the Great Hall. Although sad that his stomach was now back to normal size, Harry was glad that he had been able to run to the Great Hall.
"Hey, Harry?" Hermione said, a gleam in her eye. She motioned to a spot right beside her on the bench, and Harry sat down warily. Whenever Hermione got that look in her eye, it meant bad things.
It was her snooping face.
"So…" Hermione said, feigning nonchalance while Harry grabbed a sandwich. Harry ignored her and focused intently on the ham sandwich. He could see the elves were getting creative these days…the ham was in three neat little rolls, with mayonnaise and lettuce artfully arranged around it. Clever, these house elves.
"So," Hermione said louder. Abandoning his delightful sandwich, Harry finally fixed his gaze on her face. "Where've you been?"
Harry looked at her, confused. It wasn't like Hermione to be psycho mom. Sure, sometimes she did it to annoy the hell out of Ron, but never to Harry. Harry was allowed to do what he pleased.
"I was at the owlery…?" He looked at her, puzzled.
"Ahhh. The owlery." She gave him a knowing wink, and Harry had the deep feeling that he was missing some sort of subliminal message. Damn these girls. Why did they always have to have these double meanings tacked on to everything they said?
"Yeah. Hedwig wanted some treats." He looked at Hermione, and she blushed. Harry's eyebrows rose. Who knew owl treats were such a taboo subject.
"I'm sure you were very good at handing her her treats, Harry." Harry just looked on, his expression blank. Now he really had no idea what she was talking about. She started to giggle, and Harry just sighed and went back to his sandwich. If she was going to be this damn cryptic at 11 am, she could be his guest. No one said he had to pay her any attention, however.
An odd feeling arose at the back of his neck, and Harry looked around the room. Something wasn't right. Someone important wasn't here… Harry looked over at the Slytherin table, and felt his spirits deepen. Draco wasn't there.
He chewed on his lip slightly. Hermione gave out a 'hmmm' that apparently was supposed to mean something to him. God only knew what the woman was 'hmmm'ing about. Damn woman was growing daft.
"I see Malfoy isn't here today." Hermione said, her tone laced with forced obliviousness.
Harry gave her a sharp look, his attention now fixed on her face. "Why are you so interested?" Harry said, his voice more biting then it needed to be.
"Well, I was just commenting on the fact that he is obviously holed up with someone, and it's disgusting that he thinks he can flaunt it in public without the rest of us noticing." Hermione glanced over at Harry, expecting to see him blush.
But he didn't. His whole face crumpled, and Hermione could see that she'd been wrong. Harry really had been at the owlery, and Draco's absence had merely been a coincidence.
Damn.
Harry looked over at the Slytherin table, and met the eyes of Pansy. She smirked evilly at him, and Harry abruptly faced his plate again, frantically trying to reason with his brain.
Draco had never mentioned they were exclusive. In fact, he hadn't even called their …arrangement… to be anything more than fucking. But lately, Harry had thought that they had been more. And that little 'more' meant they were exclusive.
Right?
Harry worried his bottom lip again with his teeth. Draco hadn't ever made any comments about others. And he'd been positively medieval in his possessiveness over Harry—which was more than what a casual fuck buddy would have done.
So where was he?
Maybe he was sick, Harry reasoned. But deep down, Harry knew that something was not right. Hermione, who had been subtly picking at him during the whole meal, was silent now.
Pushing back from the table, he got up abruptly, startling those around him.
"Harry?" Hermione said worriedly as he left the Great Hall. "Where are you going?"
"I have to check something." He said emptily. Exiting the hall, he made his way to the dungeons.
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Draco Malfoy was furious with himself. Pacing angrily back and forth, he reviewed the events of the previous few weeks. How could he have let this happen?
He wasn't supposed to have fallen for Harry. Harry was a toy, for God's sake. Meant to be used and thrown away. But somehow—the idea of throwing Harry away, or of even letting Harry go, broke something inside Draco.
Pacing angrily in silence, Draco eventually stopped in the middle of the floor. He had made his decision.
No longer would Harry and himself play this game without either of them knowing where the other stood. It was time Harry knew that he, Draco Malfoy, actually cared for Harry.
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Theodore Nott was waiting in the Slytherin common room. Dumped callously by Draco after the events of the Slytherin bondage party a couple months ago, Theo was furious. Draco had been celibate (or apparently celibate) for two months.
Obviously, Draco was just too stubborn to come to his senses and ask Theo for another go. He knew Draco's style, and he knew that Draco liked to dominate. There was no one in the school who would let Draco do everything he wanted with them, except for Theo.
So Theo was waiting for Draco. He would show him what he was missing.
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A/N: And there we are. Some more plot development : ) I had wanted Theo to be introduced earlier, but he just didn't fit in anywhere.
So he's finally made an appearance. Now all you Harry fans, don't worry. Draco isn't an asshole anymore.
Review please, to find out what happens next!
Sincerely,
TLA
