A/N: Yipee! Chapter 4 is here! Sorry it took so long! Anyway, enjoy this one for I'll probably be updating after 48 years. But I promise that I'll be continuing my fics, including The Parchment and the sequel for Who Do You Love. THANK YOU PAIGE AND BEA FOR THE HELP!! At least you did the tasks you agreed to do. Au Revoir!
*And to you JAYLYNN JEAN LEE: Thank you for that credit. * bows down * If you'd just credited me in the first place then this mess wouldn't have happened at all. Why do I deserve to die, I didn't plagiarize! But btw, you e-mailed me first! Now don't go tell me to try e-mailing you again! And before I forget, stop using that Bin Laden statement again because it's still grammatically incorrect! Hah! Don't go tell me you've mastered the basics of spelling and grammar and such…I don't care if your sister is the officer…as if. And you messed with me first! Anyway, case solved!
THE DARE
Chapter 4: Revelations, Confessions, and Surprises
Harry's heart skipped a beat as he was able to identify the silhouetted figure. Oh man, of all people to stumble upon, why it be Draco? He seemed to loose his cool a bit. His palms were getting sweaty…actually too sweaty that his broom slipped out of his hands and landed with a clank on the floor and rolling on its side. Though he was looking oddly stupid, he was still able to get back to reality. He did struggle a bit to get his composure back, appearing as if he was running after it 1000 miles away.
Now back to his right mind, he recalled all the words Malfoy had spat on him, turning his tension to anger.
"What now Malfoy? Trying to make me look more stupid?" Harry blurted out with a tone of irritation, still with a bit of tension. As if it wasn't enough, maybe you're not smart enough to know that I'm sick of it all! Just sod off if you please!
As Harry stared at Draco, it seemed as though he didn't care less. To all the options Malfoy had, he only gave Harry his usual smirk, puffing air out in reply. Though gaining more anger, Harry raised both his hands, completely fed up.
"Look Malfoy. Was that all you can do? Kiss me and give me the blame? You could've told them I stole something! You could've gotten me expelled! You could've told them I pee in my pants...you could've…"
"You do Potter?" asked Draco with a startled look on his face.
"Of course I don't!" Harry defended without hesitation.
"You know me Potter."
"Um..uh, then I dare you!" Harry suddenly blurted out, those words suddenly coming out of his mouth without thinking.
In reply, the blonde lad gave him a devious grin on his face. " If you say so, but this time, I won't put the blame on you." He had no thirst for power for clearly, written on his face, he had a lot of it…too much.
Wishing that he hadn't said that, Harry stood there frozen and stiff. He knew that he had gotten himself into danger for it seems that he had read what Malfoy's grin meant.
Draco pointed his finger towards the bleak, empty classroom. The two sneaked inside, carefully avoiding anyone to see them. The room was dark and a bit chilly, creating an even more tense atmosphere. It didn't look like their classroom at all, for the only light source was the moon's silver light. Harry went to lean his broom on the wall, feeling rather uneasy of the situation he'd gotten himself into.
His face suddenly flushed pale as he saw Draco approach him. His body turned stiff and rigid, unable to move a single inch of his muscle. Draco stood in front of him, too close to be exact. He could feel Draco's soft hands brush against his, and the warmth of Draco's breath upon his face.
"You know Harry," he started, gently stroking Harry's cheek with the back of his hand. "I didn't really want to put the blame on you. I just had to," he then confessed.
"Then why did you? Do you know how much humiliation you've caused me? My pride is now broken all because of that wretched dare!" Harry spatted.
"Fear. Simply fear. I am a Malfoy if you have forgotten, I have a reputation to live up to. You don't want your father disowning you, do you?"
As Draco's answer suddenly comprehended Harry's head, it began to clear things up in his clouded brain. He began to understand the reasons behind all of Draco's torments, pestering and harassing which made up the miserable part of his life at Hogwarts (besides the fact that Prof. Snape was picking on him). He hadn't really thought about it in this perspective, but one thing was that he was pleased to have things cleared up, each puzzle piece into place.
"Oh, I see. So why didn't you say so in the first place?" Harry spoke with a tone of compassion. Maybe it's really in his attitude, but it really sucks to be someone you are not.
"Why should I? I don't really despise you if you only knew. Bullying you is just part of the package. It really sucks to pretend to hate someone, you know… especially someone whom you really like."
Draco's words rang in the air between them. It was hard for him to confess to his beloved, but he still had the grace to blush. Harry wasn't really expecting this to happen, but it was so real to become a fantasy.
Draco gently pulled Harry by the neck, his face now closer to his."You know, I've always wondered what mysteries lie beneath these things," Draco uttered sweetly, his hand gently removing Harry's glasses. He placed them inside his robe's pocket. And yes, he saw Harry, but it seemed like he was looking deeper into him. To Draco, he wasn't the scrawny lad who he always had pleasure tormenting. Yes, I do love Harry. Nobody's ever gonna change that now.Draco suddenly leaned closer to Harry, planting a soft kiss on his red, full lips. Harry felt a bit appalled, finding Draco kissing him again. But as he gazed deep into the sparkling blue eyes in front of him, he began to be submissive to Draco. Harry began to recognize this feeling, which resulted to his outburst of emotion and passion. He was now pretty sure he was doing it not just because of a stupid dare, but because he liked it…he liked doing it with Draco.
Harry's eyes were twitching, feeling strange without the presence of his glasses. But he didn't care, he could still see clearly. He didn't need to have a 20/20 vision to be able to see Draco's beauty. Harry started to wrap his slender arms around the Slytherin's waist. And then it happened, the two started kissing intently, both missing the sensation as the last one had to end so soon. Their lascivious intent for each other growing even stronger.
Draco pinned Harry to the wall. He leaned toward Harry, and then gently bit the boy's lower lip. He then moved his lips to Harry's nape, which he started smothering with kisses. The two were enjoying this tingling sensation, making them crave for more.
Harry then located Draco's lips, and pried it open, the muscles of their tongue suddenly put into work. He was enjoying the moment better than the last, from the way Draco's delicate skin brushed against his, to the warmth of his breath.
Both were exhausted and were panting after their kiss. The moment was just too good to waste. So just after a few seconds, Draco gave Harry's robe a tug and the two were found snogging again. The jerk came with a force, the two almost sprawling to the floor.
And so they continued their thing for a few more minutes until they decided to part ways. Of course it was against their will, but all good things come to an end. Others might be looking for them right now, so they decided to end their magical moment. They ended their session with one last passionate kiss, and so they slowly exited the dark empty classroom.
Harry jogged to the Gryffindor common room, carrying his broom. He was feeling a lot different, a bit woozy. He tried to think what made him feel this way, but then concluded that it was probably because of the incident that occurred.
He stood outside the portrait, said the password, and was then inside the common room. The seventh year students were lying around in the couch, cracking jokes and telling stories. His presence suddenly gained him an audience, staring at him with weird looks.
Ron got out of the boys dormitory just in time to see Harry enter. He opened his mouth, his face seeming to have been worried sick about him. "Harry, Quidditch practice has ended a couple of minutes ago and we were looking for you. Your face is flushed red, you're panting and perspiring, we don't know where you've been…and…WHERE ARE YOUR GLASSES??"
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End of this chapter!! Yes, I know its too short…nyahahaha! I kind of changed the ending of the chapter, it was supposed to be a real cliffhanger!! Too bad I will most probably be posting the next chapter after 48 years…hehehe. Too much load of work to do!! Blame my teachers! And, oh…please do not forget to review! PLEASE REVIEW!!! I'm BEGGING YOU!!
