Chapter 14 Now what?
P.s I don't own any part of the Harry Potter kingdom…Don't rub it in.
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It was cool inside the great hall, but Harry could tell it was hot out. What a terrible day for herbology, Harry thought to himself. He glanced over at Hermione and gave her a goofy smile. She smiled back almost giggling and then shifted uncomfortably. Last night obviously replaying itself. He knew it was not because of him, but the potions master and shifted as well. Snape was missing, what a baby, harry mused, its not like he was the one sopping wet having his teacher see basically all of his manjunk. Harry groaned oh god, why have I been exposed so many times this year? I'm buying a chastity belt.
Hermione and Harry were now enjoying their breakfast with a nice slice of awkward pie. Although Snape was not screaming profanities and tearing off Gryffindorr points like it's his noble duty, the confusion over the whole IthinkImightbeinlovewithmyworstenemybutIaccidentlybrokeitoffsowhatdoIdonow jazz still lingered. The only bright spot was Ron who was, as always, stuffing his face merrily.
"You seem to be looking better." Hermione pointed out, not wanting to get into the "Snape Bath" situation. Ugh, it sounded so much better then it actually was. Gods, I'm so screwed up.
In response, Ron smiled but said nothing as he continued his breakfast binge. Harry wanted to press, to take his mind off of anything but Snape, the Slytherin table, and it's absentee leader. But as the fates would have it, there was yet someone else that needed to discuss something with that was not in the least comfortable to discuss.
"So I guess I missed my chance hmm?"
Harry turned slightly to his right only to be face to face with Wood. His eyes were concentrated on Harry's lips and he was edging ever so slightly closer. This of course caused Harry's cheeks to turn a nice rosy color, and to back away so fast that he all but smacked his head on the floor.
Oliver laughed and helped him back up, this simple touch a little too much for Harry at the moment. "Sorry I snuck up on you like that." He said as he dusted him off.
"Huh? Oh. I'm fine."
"Oliver!" Ron bellowed as he rose to his feet, and bounced around the table to give his old friend a big hug. " I haven't seen you in ages! Oi! Did you know? I'm Head boy!" He then proceeded to tilt his head sideways, smile, and slowly queen wave to the people. Oliver punched his arm and said, " You're sucha wanker Ron." This was followed by a very manly, or very gay, show. And Eventually Oliver asked if he could talk to Harry alone.
"Oh, uh sure."
"We have Herbology first Harry, so make sure you make it on time or you'll have to mop and dust by hand again!" Hermione yelled after them. Harry waved his hand to show that he had heard her but Oliver was rushing them out quickly so that no one else would want to chat.
As soon as they had made it back to the Gryffindorr commons, and then up to his room, He shifted uncomfortably while Oliver all but sprawled on his bed. Harry thought that he looked like a cat in the sun.
"So…I assume this is about last night? Hmm?" Harry asked nervously. His legs would not stop moving, he found himself walking around the room and picking up things to look at. Anything to avoid eye contact.
"haha, well yes, and I guess there is something else…" he said trailing off.
"Something else…?!" Harry squeaked as he realized that Oliver had risen and was advancing on him.
All he saw was a small grin.
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This is ridiculous.
Draco had not even made an attempt to get out of his bead this morning. Although his boiling, magma, rage had subsided a bit, other feelings were gnawing at his thoughts. Such as, why didn't he punch Harry square in the throat? Why didn't he throw down his wand and beat him the old fashion way? Certainly he deserves it for being so thickheaded, and certainly he had enough strength to bring him down. But for all that he felt, and all the blood that burned inside him when he said it wouldn't work out, he just couldn't bring himself to direct anything more then a verbal assault. If this was growing up, he didn't like it.
Second of all, why did he get all nervous the second Oliver entered the scene? And why was he looking at Harry like that? What the fuck were they to eachother? Was he Harry's first? Did they kiss? Draco realized he was just about ripping his downy sheets and then let go slowly. If he ever found out that the Woods boy had touched Harry in any way, he would find out just how the crucio spell worked. Oliver wood. Humph. Just because he's got that cute Scottish accent, and experience, and confidence and… That's around the time that Draco realized how jealous he was of him. What did they do? Is he the reason Harry couldn't be with a man?
Draco flung the sheets back and took the quickest, but definitely the most agonizing shower he had ever taken, with all of the intense scrubbing that left him with basically a new set of skin. Considering, by this time physical pain had become a myth with his mind so concentrated on getting dressed into something a little more stimulating then his normal wear. He wouldn't have to wear his thick robes in herbology he remembered. They were going on a fieldtrip into town to see some of the exotic flowers that naturally inhabited the area. For once that inconsequential class will come in handy…
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Harry had no idea what to do. He had gone over this exact scene over and over in his head, and all the positions he might be in, but when it came down to it he just really was too nervous.
"Will you calm down Harry, just relax." Oliver had started massaging Harry's back a little harder now, Gods this boy was tense, there is no way he would be able to go through with the deed in his state.
"I can't….I can't do this…" Harry looked down, ashamed.
"Harry breathe. This is meant to help you, not hurt you."
Harry took a deep breathe and then closed his eyes.
"Now say it." Oliver hushed into Harry's ear.
Now maybe it was because this was the twentieth time he had tried this, or for the simple fact that Oliver's massage we're slowly getting more and more rough with each of his failures, but Harry finally got up the courage to get on with it.
"I Love you Draco Malfoy, and I don't care who knows it!" Harry all but yelled.
Oliver fell over and passed out. He mumbled something about "Took you long enough…"
Harry laid his blanket over his old crush and whispered a soft thank you, before rushing off excitedly to pursue his new crush.
Unfortunately Harry did not realize that this was a baby step, and was not ready for the real thing. And of course Mr. Wood wanted to stop him, honest he did! But you see, Harry's blankets are silk…and they smell like ice cream and sweat…which contrary to popular belief, is extremely intoxicating. So he nuzzled further under the blankets and left Mr. Potter to his own devices.
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"Dude this is so lame, we're flippin 16 year old, hormone driven, porn readin, boys. We should not have to be put through a full hour of non-stop flower talk. I'm getting gayer by the second…for real."
"…Seamus, when in the hell did you start talking like an idiot?" Harry asked.
"Psh, you're just upset because you're boyfriend's late."
Harry's eyes grew five times their normal size and managed to stutter out, "W-who, w-hat, are you talking about?"
"You know, Mr. Ronald McDonald."
Harry breathed out a relieved sigh. But now that he thought about it…where was Ron? Although it seems like he should be, Ron is not the skipping type. His mother would probably shatter his psyche and devour his soul. Not only that but Ron was head boy now, it was a big responsibility that required a certain grade point average to keep up.
"Huh…that's weird…"
"He's probably snogging that new Italian exchange student. I still can't believe Ron and her are actually dating! It's not only mind-blowing, it's mind-crucifying! How can women turn down this accent? And this face!" He then proceeded to turn to Harry, Dean, and Neville, push out his lips with his finger and bat his eyelashes.
Dean got him in a headlock, "Maybe that's because you have negative physical strength."
They we're all laughing watching Seamus struggling to get out of Dean's grasp. Oh and failing miserably. Everyone except Harry, who was trying to look for an exit route that would not be obvious, he could get to immediately and that would not stir a commotion. Because you see Harry's eyes we're stuck, scratch that, superglued to Mr. Draco Lucious Malfoy.
It wouldn't be so bad if he we're wearing anything but what he was wearing now. Such as a tight navy blue button up shirt that was unbuttoned for the first four buttons, which is one more then Harry could possibly stand after staying up all night fantasizing about tearing off robes and topping, and biting….and handcuffs…Fuck. FuckFuckFuck. He had to get out of this bloody forest without people noticing. Of course he's going to notice. Him and his Ugh…Is he seriously wearing those jeans? How did he even get into them? The jeans in question were a pair of black skinny jeans and around the waist there was a black studded belt. Only Merlin knows why he would need a belt considering every step forward show just how tightly the fabric stuck to it's master. The song my humps came to mind, and suddenly all that Gryffindorr courage seemed to evaporate through every pour of his body.
Harry had never cried in front of anyone but Hermione and Ron, but he was so close to just falling down and throwing a tantrum he could almost feel himself toppling over.
"Aye…You alright Harry?" Dean looked at his sweating friend. And followed his eyes. "Oh!"
Harry stared at Dean, but was to busy freaking out to argue what was so clearly written on both their faces.
Especially after Draco stretched his arms in the air, one bent to give the other support. Harry supposed he was trying to look lazy, as if this was an act that he would do any other day. But he was after all Harry Potter, and he was not an idiot. Mainly because when he did this " Stretch" His shirt when up his torso and the bottom of his abs…including his cut…we're all extremely visible.
He could have whimpered, could have jumped him, could have ran as fast as he could. He could have until Draco looked over at him and gave him a wide-eyed innocent look. As if to say Why are you staring at me like that? I certainly didn't do anything of interest.
Almost as soon as he saw those eyes, he turned bright red and decided that the Summer lilies that helped with joint pain and athletes foot, we're just too interesting and could not devote any of his time to looking at anyone else. Anything…Dammit.
Draco just smiled and took as many notes as possible. After all this was a day he did not want to forget anytime soon.
(A/N Draco dresses kinda skaterish? Yes. Because I'm pretty sure that side of Draco makes Harry much more…twitchy. Well a Merry Christmas and a Happy Slashy year. Because we all know that when the new movie comes in July, where Draco is definitely more in it, Slash fans around the world will be crying and screaming with joy. And of course I will be that weird chick in the corner of the theatre whispering Touch…Touch… ^_^)