Title: Harry Potter and the Falling Stars
Part: 2/?
Author: Marie
a.k.a. Lovesbitch
E-mail: Lovesbitch84@yahoo.com
Rating: R (Not right
away, but in a few parts you'll see why)
Summary: Hermione, Ron, Harry and
Draco have all entered a small wizards college in London. Ron deals with his
growing feelings for Hermione, Harry discovers his sexuality, Hermione trys to
deal with a deadly problem on her own and Draco is forced to make a decision
where his loyalties lie.
Contents: violence, slash, Harry/Draco,
Hermione/Ron
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, I have no money so
there's no point suing.
Distribution: If you want to put this on your site
then just send me a e-mail with the link
Feedback: Listening to the voices
in your head and send feedback like a good reader
Authors Note: This is my
first time writing a Harry Potter fanfic and a m/m slash piece so any and all
thoughts/opinions are this fanfic are greatly wanted and needed :)
Harry Potter couldn't help but think his best friend was suffering from the worst case of denial he'd ever seen.
"We're late," Ron Weasley said, as he ran up the stairs in the Leaky Caldron. Harry followed behind him, at a slower pace, as their bags slowly floated up behind them.
"You're just scared your girlfriend's gonna be pissed!" Harry called, after him causing Ron to falter in his step.
"She's not my girlfriend!" he yelled back, over his should.
Yeap, Harry thought, denial all the way.
Harry couldn't understand why his friend refused to see the light. Everyone knew how Ron and Hermione felt about each other, it was a shock the two weren't together already.
"Harry, hurry up!" Ron yelled, from the top of the stairs.
"I'm coming!" Harry said, slowing his pace just enough to infuriate Ron.
"Could you go slower?" Ron demanded, turning his back and walking to their room.
"I could be going backwards!" Harry yelled, with a laugh.
"Don't you want to see Hermione?' Ron asked, as Harry reached the stop of the stairs.
"Not as much as you. But that's because you're the one that wants to get into her pants," Harry said, unlocking the door and entering the small, double-bed room they were to stay overnight in.
"I do not want to get into her pants," Ron defended, causing Harry to laugh even harder.
"Sure, whatever you say," Harry said, falling back onto one of the bed.
"I don't," Ron said, softly.
"Go visit her," Harry said, looking out the window.
"Aren't you coming?" Ron asked, walking back towards the door as the luggage fell to the floor.
"I'll be there in a few minutes, you two need some private time," Harry said, with a smirk.
"Whatever, don't be to long. We still have to make a trip into town tonight," Ron said, leaving the room and shutting the door behind him.
Harry closed his eyes and sighed. He didn't have to be in the room to know what was happening between Hermione and Ron. They had been friends since they were kids and he could see the love between the two.
Even if they couldn't.
Ron was probably standing outsider her door, debating the 'coolest' way to knock. He'd probably still be thinking of the different rythems and volume when Hermione would open the door. The two were already 15 minutes late, she would go looking for them soon.
The two would smile at each other, not needing to verbally say hello. Hermione would back out of the doorway, allowing Ron to enter the room. He would walk into the middle of it, look around the room and then the endless small talk.
They would both be nervous and excited at the same time. He could hear the shy laughter and feel the eye connection that would only last a few seconds but feel like a lifetime.
"They're fools," Harry whispered, standing up.
They had a chance to have true love but both of them seemed to afraid to go for it.
Harry would give anything to have a small percentage of what those two held in their hearts. He was alone in this world with no family, no love.
He had his friends, and he loved them more than life, but he was a man now and he needed a lover to call his own.
Harry had grown out of his soft crush on Cho and waited patiently for his next ground-breaking love to come along. He had seen his classmates fall in love, heard whispers of engagements the last few weeks of school and read the articles in the papers about his happily married friends during the hot summer days.
And he was still loveless.
He had dated several witches the last two or three years of school, like his friends but none of them made him swoon or lay awake at night wonderng what that feeling in his heart really meant.
He hadn't fallen in love with any of them.
"Maybe there's something wrong with me," Harry thought, walking towards the window. It didn't have much a view, just the brick wall leading to Diagon Alley.
He didn't understand why the girls he had been serious with, many of which had been popular and beautiful, had never made his stomach flip flop and the Heaven's sing.
Any boy would have been happy to feel their lips pressed against their own and hear them moan just loud enough to hear.
But he had always felt cold as ice when the girls drapped themselves over him, whispering promises into their ears and beckoning him to their rooms.
"Harry," a soft voice said, and Harry turned to see Hermione standing in the doorway. Ron was several feet behind her, staring at her with a far off look in his eyes.
"Hermione," Harry said, smiling as she ran into his arms.
"I missed you!" she said, backing away from him.
"I missed you, too. How are you doing?" Harry asked, placing his hand on her side, with concern.
"I'm doing great," she answered, quickly backing away from Harry.
"You sure?" Harry asked, noticing how she refused to meet her eyes.
"I said I was fine. I mean, what's with you and Ron anyways? You worry about me to much, I can take care of myself," Hermione defended, as her hand fluttered to her side, where Harry's hand had just rested.
"We care about you, Hermione, you know that," Ron said, walking up behind her.
"It's just, I'm not a baby. I got a lot of shit from my parents before I left and...," Hermione said, falling to the bed. Harry could tell she was trying to hold back tears.
In the past four years they hadn't seen cry, she tried so hard to strong for them.
And Harry knew something was wrong, she was different somehow.
"I'm sorry," Harry said, softly. Several more minutes passed before Hermione turned back to face them.
"Why don't we go into Diagon Alley. I have a ton of books I need to pick up," Hermione said, changing the subject.
"Good idea," Ron said, quickly at her side, helping her up
"Yeah, let's go,' Harry said, and the three exited the room.
"How's Genny doing?" Hermione asked, as they walked down the stairs.
"She's doing good, she was all bubbles and rainbows about her last year at Hogwarts," Ron answered.
"I wish I could feel that way about college," Harry said, taking several steps infront of his friends.
"Oh, you know you're going to love it. All the sexy co-ed's at the hand's of Harry Potter's charm?" Ron joked, causing Hermione to shoot him a look.
"Very funny," Harry snorted.
"You know, he has a point. You do have a way with the women," Hermione smiled. "Maybe this year you can date a girl for more than two weeks?"
"I can't believe I'm gettng love advice from the two of you," Harry laughed, as they emerged into the Leaky Caldron.
Silence swept the noise of clinking glasses, gossip and loud, drunk laughter into oblivion. Every eye in the room seemed to focus on the three as they drifted across the room.
"They're all looking at us," Hermione whispered, nervously looking at the ground.
"Heads up, keep walking," Harry whispered, leading the way across the room.
"Why do they have to look at us like that?" Ron asked, under his breath. Harry knew what he meant. He could see the unspoken looks in the corner of his eye. Each one was filled with sorrow, pain, regret and sympothy.
Harry forced himself to breath, the air around him growing thick and stale. The alcohol in the air burned his throat and he held back a cough.
"God, I hate that," Harry said, as they emerged into the small alley behind the Leaky Caldron.
"Those eyes," Hermione whispered, stepping up to the wall.
"Could they look more sorry?" Ron asked, as Hermione began to tap the bricks slowly. His words caused her to pause and turn to face him.
"They know, don't they? I mean, they know more than we give them credit for, right?" Hermione asked, barely above a whisper.
"Yeah," Harry answered, looking away. He knew they were dancing around the topic, not wanting to say what they all knew. Once people had stared at him because he had been the boy who lived.
Now they stared and whispered about him because he was the boy that was to die.
Hermione and Ron too.
"So, where are we off to first?" Ron asked, as Hermione opened the gate..
"Well, I have all my supplies except for several books. I picked up some classes about a week ago, I was going to wait until next year but...," Hermione started, pulling out a list.
"That's our Hermione, always trying to do to much at once," Ron said, with a smile on his face.
"So, Flourish and Blotts first?" Harry asked, as the trio started down the road.
"Lead the way, our over-achieving princess," Ron said, motioning towards Hermione.
"You are such a dork," Hermione laughed.
"You got that right," a voice smirked.
Harry didn't need to turn around to know who it belonged too.
"Malfoy," Hermione said, as the three turned to face him.
The past few years had been good to Draco. His face had grown extremely attractive, his white blond locks reflected the sunlight and his years of quidditch had paid off leaving him physically fit.
"Granger, Weasley, Potter," Draco Malfoy said, stepping towards them.
"What do you want?" Ron snapped, stepping in front of Hermione.
"For the love of Merlin, I'm not going to attack her Weasley," Draco laughed.
"What do you want?" Harry asked, causing Draco to lock eyes with him.
"He already asked that, Potter," Draco said, motioning towards Weasley.
"And you still haven't answered," Harry said, trying to make his voice sound cold.
"I was wondering how our Lady Granger was doing," Draco said, looking at Hermione.
"She's doing fine," Ron said, his voice dripping with anger.
"Doesn't the girl have a bloody tongue? Or do you two do all the talking for her?" he answered, and Harry saw Ron turning red.
"I'm fine," Hermione said, looking at the ground.
"Why do you care about Hermione?" Ron demanded.
"I've heard talk about the three of you. The nice little trap you three got yourself caught in last week," Draco said. "Heard the pretty one got herself cut up pretty bad."
"Well, she's fine now! So you can leave!" Ron said. Hermione appeared to be shrinking as a group began to form around the group.
"Oh, go screw your mudblood," Draco snapped, and Ron lunged at him. Harry caught him around the waist.
"Let me go!" Ron yelled, and it took all of Harry's strength to hold him back.
"Both of you stop it!" Harry yelled, causing both of them to freeze.
"Temper temper Weasley," Draco said, with a sly smile on his lips.
"Fuck off," Ron said, breaking away from Harry.
"Hermione, why don't you and Ron go ahead," Harry suggested, resting his hand on Ron's shoulder.
"No way, we're finishing this here," Ron said, standing face to face with Draco.
"My, my. Your boy has quite a temper here," Draco said, obviously unafraid.
"Ron, go," Harry urged again.
"Harry?" Ron said, shocked.
"Just go with Hermione, I'll catch up with you," Harry said again and with a huff Ron stormed off with Hermione running behind him.
"Ahh, you've destroyed everyone's fun," Draco said, motioning to the bystanders who were going back to their day of shopping.
"God, Draco, don't you ever get tired of yourself?" Harry demanded.
"Ahh, did I hurt your feelings?" Draco asked, as he began to walk away.
"Don't you dare walk away from me!" Harry yelled after him.
"Or what? You're to much of an angel to do anything to me," Draco smirked. Harry grabbed him and pulled him harshly into a small alley between two shops. He didn't want anymore attention drawn to himself. He had had enough for one day.
"You don't know the things I've done," Harry said, coldly.
"Oh I know. You know the connections my father has," Draco said, walking towards him.
Harry held his breath as Draco came within an inch of his body. He leaned over, his lips brushing his ear.
"I know all about you're little adventures. I was shocked at first, after all you're such a goody goody," he whispered, his breath causing Harry to shiver. "Maybe there's more to you than meets the eye."
"Get away from me," Harry said, pushing him away.
"What's the matter pet? Too close for comfort?" Draco said, running his hand threw his hair.
"The only way I would be comfortable around you is if you were dead," Harry snapped.
"Now, that's something I never thought I'd hear Harry Potter, the boy who lived, say," Draco laughed.
"I'm filled with surprised," Harry said.
"I bet you are," Draco said, tracing his body with his eyes.
"Will you stop that?" Harry demanded, feeling himself becoming uncomfortable.
"Alright sugar. I was just wondering what you would taste like," Draco said, licking his lips. Harry's eye's followed his tongue as they wetted his soft red lips.
"You're twisted," Harry said, turning around to follow his friends.
"Yeah, bet I could make you scream," Draco said, walking up behind Harry. He could feel Draco's hand tracing his spine.
"Draco," Harry urged, as Draco pressed his body against Harry's back. Harry felt his body to respond to Draco's touch.
"You know you would love every second of it," he whispered, into Harry's ear before nipping at it.
"Stay away from me and my friends or I swear to God I'll....we have enough Death Eater's fucking up our lives!" Harry said, pulling himself away from Draco.
"I am not a bloody death eater!" Draco snapped, causing Harry to pause.
"Oh yeah, I'll believe that?" Harry said, turning to face him.
"I'm not," he insisted, and Harry could see how much Draco needed for him to believe it.
"What about your father?" Harry asked.
"I am not my father," Draco said, coldly.
"Whatever," Harry said, walking out of the alley.
His head was spinning and he needed to find Hermione and Ron.
He didn't know why he was letting Draco's words and actions get to him. All he was doing was screwing around with him.
"But then why do I feel this way," Harry asked himself, as he walked down the crowded road. Draco Malfoy's touch had turned something on inside of him. Malfoy had always been his enemy, the one he had fought against.
He wasn't supposed to be thinking about how his lips looked full and soft, how his touch had set a fire off inside of him and how part of him wanted to run back into the alley and take Malfoy.
"This is wrong," Harry mumbled, to himself. "I'm not going to let myself fall for Draco Malfoy."
TBC
