A Valentine Rhyme (part 4)
Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, the famous child who destroyed He Who Must Not Be Named, twice, in fact, didn't know what to do. Before the fateful valentine, he hadn't even considered the fact he might like another boy. He realized that he hadn't had many crushes, first being isolated from the children at his old school, then being introduced to his own group of people like him. Even this year, he had finally noticed someone else, a slight crush on Cho Chang, who played on the Ravenclaw team. Looking back, he decided, the crush was on her superbly graceful and speedy flying skills. She was wonderful to watch, but the thought of actually dating her or, he thought not a little uncomfortably, doing anything with her, didn't inspire any feelings. For the first time, Harry thought about the fact he might be, dare he think it? Gay.
After that, he was certain that he had to talk to Draco Malfoy, once more, at least to apologize. Maybe more. But Draco wouldn't talk to him, wouldn't look at him. The boy who had once jeeringly mocked him seemed to be unaware of his presence and that made him very confused. So, Draco was mad. But he had tried to apologize! Many times, actually.
Draco, on the other hand, didn't have to come to terms with being gay, didn't have to think about his crush on a guy, didn't have to worry about how to apologize. Or that's what he thought. He just was angry. After already spending months agonizing- even over summer break! - he was troubled. More than troubled, totally despairing of life. Suicide didn't cross his mind, however. No! A Malfoy never lost his honor. And he wallowed through classes, disappointing teachers and friends alike. Not that he had friends, really. He even shrugged off Ginny Weasley, who he thought nice for forgoing her own seniority as crusher, and letting him try.
"Hermione?" Harry asked innocently a few days later.
"Yes, Harry."
"D'we have any more…poly juice potion left?"
"Well, yes. I've got some." Hermione eyed her best friend.
"I should dispose of it." Harry said, deciding before she could react.
"O-ok, let me get it." She left, and returned with a small carton. "Just a little left."
Harry nodded and took it to the bathroom. This was risky, he knew, but he thought it might work. He never thought about how desperate he was getting. Adding a hair from Goyle, again, and turned into the large boy. He knew Goyle would be asleep this late at night, content and snoring. At least, Harry figured he snored. He thought Goyle would be the snoring type. In any case, Harry decided to enact his plan right then, to save himself from doubt. He wasn't even sure what his full plan was.
Sneaking into the common room was not hard, after he had stood in front of the door and waited for another late Slytherin to come, announcing he had forgot the password. Goyle was stupid, everyone knew that.
He lumbered in, scouting the common room. Not seeing Draco, he went into the next rooms, to the bedrooms. He figured that he must be sleeping. Tiptoeing in as quietly as possible, he looked at the sleeping faces of the boys. Everyone was supposed to be in now, so he assumed everyone would be there.
There were Crabbe and Goyle, sleeping in beds just a little too small for them, and after them came Draco, totally knocked out.
He was gorgeous, Harry thought. His blonde hair spread over the pillow, eyes peacefully closed. Without his smirk, he was a lot nicer looking. Harry sat on the side of his bed, just looking at him, unsure of what to do next, now that he was here. He hadn't thought this far ahead. He wasn't sure how long he sat, but he remembered the time limit as Draco stirred a little, smacked his lips in a little cute sleepy motion, and settled down again. His lips were parted oh-so-sweetly, and Harry couldn't help but lean over, unaware of what he was doing, and closed his eyes.
Draco opened his eyes, sensing another presence, as light sleepers do sometimes. He saw Goyle leaning towards him. He was alarmed and got up on his arms, leaning back. What was Goyle doing? Was he trying to kiss him? Was he sleepwalking? As he watched, Goyle morphed, sickeningly, into Harry Potter, looking positively frightened as he leaned in, still with his eyes closed.
"What the—? I must be dreaming…" He murmured, to himself.
The Goyle-Harry opened his eyes, and gasped, seeing Draco inches away from his nose, awake and mystified.
"I-I," he scrabbled around for words, "Sorry." He finally simply said.
"What? Goyle?"
Harry looked down, "No, I changed back, I'm Harry. Harry Potter?"
"No, you're Goyle…I just saw you." He told the thing on his bed, "Excuse me, I don't like this dream!" He called to someone above him.
"Nono! Shhhh! Everyone will wake up!" Fortunately, no one stirred, and Harry was able to turn his attention back to the other boy. "I used…magic…to get in here are see you!" He said desperately.
"Oh?" Draco raised an eyebrow, albeit still not sure what was going on.
"I just want to apologize…for being such an ass and all…and I really do like you!" He said, breathing hard.
"Oh." Draco said quietly. "I see."
"I though that…you know…we…"
"We what?" Draco was suddenly very awake, to Harry's further discomposure.
"Well, I…" Harry stumbled, looking around.
"I'm being hard on you; I get some revenge too yanno," Draco whispered, and leaned up to chastely kiss Harry's nose. Harry reeled back, astonished, then gratefully relaxed and slumped down onto Draco's bed.
"Oh…I thought…"
"This is really hard for you, huh?" Draco whispered again, sincerely sounding sweet this time, and Harry nodded, feeling a little stupid. "Ok, here we go," and he kissed him again, on the mouth, tasting Harry's lips, feeling like he had something he shouldn't. Draco cast that feeling aside. Harry was his, and his family couldn't stop that. He tasted salt, and opened his eyes to see Harry shed a tear. "Oh" He spoke, feeling the black-haired boy's lips over his own.
"'M ok" Harry smiled, and deepened the kiss, feeling like he finally had someone who didn't care about his past or the heir. Draco closed his eyes again, and they kissed for a long time, tasting each other and hungrily exploring each other's mouths. Harry was shy, not sure about how to proceed, but Draco was smooth, relaxed. At least on the outside.
"You know," Harry remarked, "That was my first kiss."
Draco looked away. "Pansy Parkinson. What a—I don't like her. I'm really sorry."
Harry nodded, "She clings to you. It's ok."
"I know! My parents think we're gonna marry or something." Draco spoke with feeling, making fists, grasping the sheets.
"I have to go." He didn't have a watch, but looked at Draco's bedside, and saw it was really late. Or rather, really early. "I have to go." He repeated, a little helplessly.
"'S ok," said Draco, the same way. He got up, rearranged his clothing, and walked Harry outside to the common room. "I'll walk with you."
"No, don't!" Harry whispered.
"You don't want to tell people?" Draco was hurt.
"No, I don't you want to caught. People will think we…you know. I'll tell everyone tomorrow, at breakfast." Harry promised, and turned to leave.
"Harry…" Harry looked at him, inspecting him. "Love you," he said, trying to make it offhand.
Harry smiled, "Love you." He kissed Draco's forehead, and left for his own common room.