Chapter 12 Shock Therapy.
The next day was kind of a blur. Harry couldn't remember a lot, mostly because he was asleep for quite possibly every class. That's what happens when you contemplate a relationship that doesn't involve hatred between you and your mortal enemy.
"Harry are you alright? You've been in a coma today." The bushy-haired girl asked curiously as Harry was trying not fall asleep in his mashed patatoes. Had dinner come already?
"Yeah I'm alright I was just up late studying." Harry lied.
"Harry do I like stupid to you?" Hermione laughed and pushed a loose strand of hair out of his face.
Harry smiled genuinely; She's never acted so cheerful before, I like her so much this way. And it was true; she'd been laughing and being very attentive to Harry when they talked. Like a big sister.
"Alright I'll tell you the truth, not here though too many people."
Hermione was a little stunned. Harry, although one of her close friends never really spoke up about his problems. This made her even more happy so she giggled her response and spoke with fake shock. "Oh no, you're going through puberty!"
Harry actually laughed too, "Aha, no I think that talks a little late. But still involving the libido though.."
"Ha I see, currently I can help you with that problem." Hermione joked. "You can come up to my room around 10ish alright?"
Harry smiled and nodded. He was kind of excited, it's been so long that he's told anyone how he feels he was really happy about it. Maybe talking about it will get it out of my head. Harry took a quick glance over to check on Draco. Draco looked up from his meal and looked at Harry, gave him a halfhearted glare, then continued to pick at his food. Yeah…that's not going to happen anytime soon. He sighed and got up and left to maybe get a nap in before his talk.
Draco stared intently at Harry as he dragged him self out of the main hall. I can't believe I apologized and he won't even apologize for making fun of me! What a child! Ugh I'm going to go tell him his place, make him feel how shitty I feel! That's mature. ...No, not now. Finnnne. And with that Draco got up and followed the raven-locked boy.
One very intelligent girl noticed this and smiled slightly then shook her head. "Oh Harry can't anything be normal with you?"
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"Potter!"
"Ugh…Wha-a-at?" Harry moaned, he didn't have enough sleep to endure Draco right now.
"Don't give me that! I apologize to you and you mock me! And now you won't even apologize for your behavior?"
Harry stared at him through his messy locks, shook his head and then stood up straight and look Draco in the eye. "Well what the hell do you expect? You've been a lousy sod from the first day I met you! Then you were acting normal to me, and then, You apologize! So please forgive me for thinking this had to be some kind of fucked up joke!" Harry barked. He had 2 hours of sleep, he was getting very frustrated with school, and this was the breaking point.
Draco stared at him, an array of rage and sadness mixing in his silver eyes. "Well please excuse me if I thought that us being enemies was just plain ridiculous! I mean we were kids, kids are mean, we're adults now! And for some strange reason I thought that we could get along now, and PLEASE don't ask me why! God your intolerable!" Draco screamed into his face, silver piercing into emerald.
Harry stood there, still extremely pissed but…he was so close to him. He could smell him, he smelled like warm vanilla. Why did he smell so delicious, like ice cream…Harry's face had softened and closed his eyes and inhaled. God he was intoxicating.
"…Harry…what the bloody hell are you doing?!" Draco said, his heart pumping in his ears. He is so close…
Harry was inebriated by his scent, he wasn't thinking about anything but that smell. Harry opened his eyes and observed the source, then closed his eyes again and crushed his lips against the Slytherin, they felt like velvet, and tasted bliss. Without thinking he pushed Draco against a wall and continued his raid of his mouth.
Draco stared, heat rising on his cheeks, his pants seemingly getting tighter. This pressure, this glorious pressure. He soon was kissing him back his tongue swimming softly against the Gryffindorr. His head was spinning, Harry tasted like the richest chocolate with just a dash of strawberries.
Harry hands were around his waist and Draco's around his neck and head, pressing him into him farther. Dear Gods, all those wasted year without this taste. He thought as his lips place soft kisses against the pale skin down to his neck where his tongue graced the soft flesh.
Draco let a low moan escape his lips. And slowly opened his eyes just to check that this was Harry Potter, and that this was not a dream. But when he opened his eyes he saw something he wished he didn't. He saw Marcus Flint and Oliver Wood both staring very intently. Marcus staring out of disgust and Oliver…Smiling quite widely.
Draco froze with immense sadness and reluctance pushed Harry off of him. Harry stared and then saw Draco's face, then turned and froze as well.
"Oh please don't stop on our account!" Marcus spat.
Oliver looking like he was giving the two a once over spoke while smirking, "Please, don't."
That once over reminded Harry of a shower he could never forget. Heat instantly invaded his cheeks and he looked at his feet.
Draco looked quixotically at Harry but Marcus interrupted his thoughts.
"We were just visiting to come check on Hogwarts since we were sadly paired to do an entire history report on this school." Marcus walked up to Draco and was very close to him, but unlike Harry, this was unwanted and made him feel claustrophobic. "Even though I was older I looked up to you, you were the epitome of a Slytherin, strong, devious, intelligent. Your father would be ashamed." Marcus said acidly.
As you all are thinking, this didn't go so well with Blondie.
"Who the hell are you?! You're some lonely, bucktoothed Sod, who probably goes home and masturbates to women you will NEVER get. Or possibly men you homophobic Fuck! On the other hand I am going to become very successful and am snogging Harry Potter, who is delectable! How dare you make me feel ashamed for who I chose to date. I am Draco Fucking Malfoy, and don't you ever forget that!" Draco pushed Marcus away, grabbed Harry and kissed him again. "We're out of here."
"Nice seeing you again Harry! I know who I'm going to vote for." Oliver said excitedly, Harry looked over his shoulder and saw him wink and mouth Nice Choice before Harry and Draco turned the corner.
Harry still had rouge plastered to his face. Oliver….Oliver Wood?
A/N YEAH! MADD UPDATE. Haha wow I'm a bitch for not updating. I'm going to try to again I forgot how much I enjoyed writing. Reviews are appreciated; they fuel my hopes and dreams haha.
