Hello! Putting up chapter now... whipee! No this got nothing to do with chocolate. Just like the title. Got a problem with my keyboard though... comma. quotation marks. shift button. ctrl button... Dont work. Good grief. Mom kill. Can anyone tell me how to solve this problem without the use of buying another keyboard? Its so hard to write without them! Uh please enjoy this chapter, a lot of Draco/Harry here! Thankies for the reviews so far!
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"YOU STUPID, CHEATING, FAT ASS!" A humongous bellow, which kept a ringing sound in his ear. Draco winced, and his grey eyes met with the boy he longed to kill.
Ron Weasley.
Ron's face was screwed up in all his fury, standing next to Harry. Hermione came over, though she was more refined, she shot an accusing glare at Draco. Draco smirked again,
"So now you're blaming Harry's flaw with me and cheating, eh? Well, just to tell you, Harry was diving down to who knows where, with a stupid plan up his ass, and I just spotted the Snitch."
Draco's POV:"Liar!" Both Ron and Harry exclaimed, simultaneously. I looked at them, a smirk still up on my face. We four were drenched from top to toe, and I noticed Harry's clothes were finely outlining his—
Back to topic. The small drizzle had evolved into pure, hard rain, and thus most of the people went inside already. And we happened to be the four idiots, bickering in the middle of the Quidditch field, in full aim of the upcoming storm. Why do I even put up with this?
Hermione raised a hand, just before Ron shouted immoral words.
"Look Malfoy." She said sternly, squarely glaring at me, "Almost everyone in the crowd saw the Snitch below… Harry saw it too, that's why he dived. But then, it happened to be an illusion, your dirty tricks no doubt."
Now I was confused. I did *not* create an illusion of a snitch, I merely thought Harry was faking it. Besides, why did he look at me before he dived in?
Well, maybe *I* was hallucinating as well.
/Well well well, who's bloomin' cracked again?/
My arrogance masked my confusion – what if I just play along?
"Alright." I said to them, snarling, "So I did cheat. They didn't see me, they didn't disqualify me. So I won fair and square."
Suddenly, something hit me on my left cheek. It stung hard, someone had punched me. I tasted blood immediately, and I winced, stumbling back a bit.
I felt another hit, it hurt. Where were Crabbe and Goyle when you need them?
I could hear screams, shouts… But I couldn't distinguish. There was also the distant "ssshhhh" sound of the rain, as droplets tickled upon my skin. Misty… It all was misty, getting blurry…
Normal POV:"Ron! No!!!" Harry cried, hurling himself unto Ron to stop him. Ron was raging furious, heated too much. But as Harry held him, sense came back.
"Oops." Ron said sheepishly, looking down at a dazed Malfoy.
Hermione had her mouth covered, stepping backwards. "That was…" She started, staring at Ron, "That is brutal!"
Ron grinned at her nervously, "Uh… More brutal than Wizard's chess?"
Hermione frowned, Harry couldn't help grin just a tiny bit. The redhead turned back to the blonde, soaked in rain and mud. He stuck out a hand, "Sorry Malfoy. Even if you're a damn fat blasted arse that wasn't very nice."
Draco glared, setting back composure. His cold grey eyes watched Ron, with intense hate. And Draco did what a ruthe, crude, uncultured person would do. He spat at Ron.
"WELL FU—"
"Fu- what, Weasley?" Came a nasty, low voice from behind them. Hermione, Harry and Ron whirled around. There, standing amidst the rain with his cloak draped down wet on his lean form, stood Severus Snape.
"Professor!" Ron started, but was cut off by a monotonous low and grim sound, "No Weasley, you cannot escape detention. I saw you clearly, you hit Malfoy not once, but twice."
A wicked grin.
"So, I would have allowed you to be happily moving on towards the detention hall right about now. But, this is excluding Malfoy. He was only the victim. All three of you were ganging u—"
"But-"
"No buts, Granger. Detention. Three of you. Potter, Malfoy, change in the dressing rooms first. You may have your free time afterwards, Malfoy. As for Potter…"
"Yes, yes." Harry said, sounding defeated, "Detention Hall."
Harry was utterly used to this injustice with the Dursleys and being the main target of this mean, old great pale stickman, he didn't resist it anymore. Ron and Hermione took one last depressed glance at him before they disappeared in the sheets of rain, with Snape.
Harry picked up his broom, not even bothering to look at Malfoy. He automatically stomped his way across, towards the dressing rooms. As he walked beneath some trees, he heard Malfoy,
"Ey Potter. We need to talk. I've got a question."
"Spit it out then."
"Stop walking you imbecile."
Harry halted, but dared not to face the handsome Slytherin boy. A soft crunching sound, made by the grass below them as Draco walked behind Harry.
"I personally think that Weasley's not good for you, Potter."
There was a taint of jealousy in those words. Harry didn't notice, being too struck with what he had said. But Harry didn't ask how Draco knew, instead he set up his cold emotionless tone,
"Why would you care? And how would you know he isn't, Malfoy?"
More footsteps in the rain. Suddenly, he felt a chin rest on his shoulder. In a sultry voice, Draco muttered,
"I know someone better, you know."
Harry's heart stopped beating. There they were, two rivals, alone, in the rain and under the tree… Malfoy's head resting up sensually on Harry's shoulder… Harry tore away, to face him.
"Stop taunting me, Malfoy." Harry warned nervously, backing up a bit. Draco smirked sexily, walking cat-like to the prone Harry.
"Do you think I'm simply taunting you, Potter?"
Harry's mind screamed 'yes!' but his mouth didn't obey. Although they were fairly drenched, Harry's mouth went dry. He had nothing to say. His back met with a hard, cold tree trunk. Trapped.
"I seem to have an attraction for you." Draco announced confidently, "And I usually get what I want."
Harry glared, muttering 'spoiled brat' under his breath. Harry looked a bit pale, but still cool, however in reality he just wanted to run, like a deer being hunted by a lion, even if it was he who was a Gryffindor.
A step closer. Draco Malfoy put a hand on Harry's chin, cupping it gently, his eyes wandering about Harry's features. Harry Potter's heartbeat went even faster, when Malfoy leaned over and let his lips hover on Harry's ear, tickling, whispering hoarsely, "You're mine, Harry."
Draco's conscience : /*waves a Draco banner* that's the spirit my man! Keep the confidence!/
And so he did. Draco's other hand pinned Harry's shoulder, he slithered out, "And Ron won't be able to get you. Cause you're rightfully mine."
Breathing rather shallow, Harry whispered on Draco's neck, which sent the blonde shivering,
"How come…Why only now…?"
Harry could practically *feel* the smirk on Draco's lips, as the Slytherin boy's body inched closer, "Remember this morning?"
A small nod. Draco retreated a bit, so as his face now inches away from Harry's own. Draco let go of Harry's shoulder, gently wiping away the soaked hair on Harry's forehead with his fingers. Beholding to the world the scar.
Grey eyes looked almost too gentle, "You fell, I caught you. I got f***ing scared back there, Potter. And I only came to realize now that I…"
Harry couldn't even mutter a slight 'oh' for he was too distracted by the pale face in front of his, the slick golden hair wet in the rain, clothes clutching body…
Slowly, Malfoy slid away, turning around, grabbed Harry's broom which laid forgotten in the grass, tossed it to the stammering boy and picked up his own broom.
They didn't utter a word as they marched off to the dressing room.
---Two Days Later---Harry's POV:
Yesterday and the day before that were the most tiring days for my heart. I wouldn't be too surprised if I had gotten a heart attack. Just yesterday Malfoy flirted with me out on the corridors, with *people* watching; he smirked when he teased, mildly insulting… I wonder if Hermione got the point. She most probably did, being the astounding genius that she is.
And Ron? Of course he noticed, if I remember correctly Dean Thomas and I had to hold him back before he could attack Malfoy, who just sauntered off after talking to me.
It was only two days ago, before the Quidditch match, when I had gone to practice. When it all had started. It was a surprise to see Draco Malfoy, my sworn nemesis and one of my secret crushes, swishing up to me riding his broom.
We had had a weird chase around the Quidditch field, obviously trying to kick each other off. Draco by chance hit me off guard, and below I fell, thinking I was going to splat on the ground or something. Apparently didn't, and I didn't even know Malfoy saved me until a while later…
Ron had said he loved me. That was purely insane. And the most ridiculous part is that I have the same feelings for him too! It couldn't be helped, he was handsome… Grown in the past years since I've known him. His wide, wonderful grin, and his fiery passion, his eyes… A caring blue shade…
But I'm torn.
Especially when Malfoy told me that he… no…When he claimed me… Well, rudely enough so. But it was so alluring, his dashing shrewdness, his smirk, his aristocratic voice, so smooth, velvety.
What *has* this world become?
Well, I'm glad that the wizarding world did allow this kind of 'love' in normal terms. I mean, if wizards could marry fairies and mermaids and trolls and hags, why wouldn't they be allowed? I got superbly worried at first when I had these feelings to Ron, since being attracted to another boy was not so right in the muggle world. But after living in *this* world, my home world, I have groomed some questions out straight. It was perfectly normal.
I quicken my pace downstairs. The first class that I'm late for. And the first class of the week. And it *had* to be Potions.
Hermione and Ron went ahead of me to classes, and why was I left behind? Maybe the simple fact that someone had stolen my homework. Right beneath my nose! I didn't notice (hardly anyone did) that during today's breakfast, when I was seated at my house table with my 4 paged, 12 inched parchment homework and reading Hermione's, someone had snatched it. Walked by and snatched it. Wonderful.
What a simply *superb* day I'm having. I'll be stuck in detention with Mister thin, pale and gruesome. And surprise surprise, Snape will milk out all the Gryffindor's points for all it's worth.
Normal POV:But what surprised Harry most? He didn't get what he expected.
"Late, Mr. Potter?" Came the nasty, acid drawl of Professor Severus Snape, as he eyed the panting Harry Potter, standing on the doorway, ruffled everywhere possible. From his hair (always like that) to his shirt, to the shuffled, worn out books he was carrying, to his lopsidedly-placed robe…
Draco gulped, his eyes weren't the only one getting excited with this. He looked away, not baring to see Potter doing panting like that, cheeks flushed. He glanced at Ron, who was staring up at Harry with an expression of pity, worry, concern…desire…?
The redhead looked away too, his quill shivering in his hand. Hermione bit her lip, and raised a hand, "Uhm, Sir… Let me expl-"
"Do NOT speak, Granger. I believe Potter has a mouth of his own and can speak words as clearly as you can. Lay low and-"
"Sir!" Harry said, in between gasps.
"Someone got-"
pant
"my-"
pant
"homework."
A long inhale. Breath.
"I lost it this morning, and searched for it."
By now Harry's heartbeat had subsided into an equal, moderate rhythm. Snape eyed him with hawk eyes, "You know this means-"
"Detention." Said Harry dully.
"Not quite." Replied Snape, an easy smirk inching upon
his face. Harry glanced up to stare at Snape, green eyes bewildered, "What?"
The rest of the class also looked up and gaped at their strict and biased
teacher; Snape looked at Harry sternly.
"I am feeling in a rather good
mood today and so I will allow you *only this once*." He made sure Harry heard
the rumble with the last phrase.
"Mr. Draco Malfoy," said Snape calmly, looking over at the blonde, "Go with Potter to look for his homework."
This was the most superbly, devastating, shocking, overwhelming, weird, abnormal thing Snape had ever said. The words 'help potter look for homework' put together seemed out of Snape's vocabulary *and* dictionary reach. Utterly gapable.
Draco sat their, quill in hand, emerald-colored ink almost dripping from the end, he sat blinking a few times before the words actually hit him. Snape looked at Harry again,
"And if," he looked menacing, "You make trouble for Draco, you will lose more house points than you have gained for the past 5 years."
Harry didn't doubt the truth beneath those words, and he glanced at Draco. Who smirked darkly. Harry resisted the urge to quiver.
Draco stood up wordlessly, setting his quill so as it's head lay above the inkwell and strolled over to Harry.
"It's most likely he'll get *himself* in trouble. Don't worry sir," the blonde glanced at Snape, "I'll take good care of him." A fake, sarcastic angel smile.
A few of the Slytherins laughed, and Gryffindors glared. Harry saw Ron's face turning red in anger, as he concentrated on writing his seatwork. Apparently, it only created more blotches.
Snape shot Draco a knowing look, before sweeping around and briskly striding over to the front of the classroom. Oh death and torture were in plan for Snape inside Ron's head, and another as well. Snape could actually feel the seething heat from the two. (1)
Draco hauled Harry out of the classroom, a large, prominent smirk appeared as the corridor they turned right to was deserted. Not because he had 'dirty' things on his mind, but because Harry acted so damn nervous! Here was the boy-who-lived, head bowed down, a bit red in the face, hands fisted and slightly too stiff, walking, or rather trailing behind Draco Malfoy uptight.
"So Potter, where'd you lose it?" He asked, as calmly as he could.
"uh… breakfast table. Worth looking…" Harry trotted behind Draco and the blonde rolled his eyes, swiftly turning around and came face to face with Harry, oh so very close.
Harry widened his eyes as Draco's back suddenly turned into Draco's front and he halted, not a moment to soon. Harry looked up uneasily, as Draco was a bit taller than him. They were barely an inch apart, neither wanting to move back.
Cold grey eyes melted, "What's wrong, Harry? Don't look so bloody nervous…" A hand reached out to caress Harry's cheek, Harry couldn't say anything. Draco had frozen him in place, with a spell far more complex than magic.
So softly did Draco touch him, with a finger, sliding down his chin, then cupping it once again. Draco lowered down his head, and their lips met.
Startlingly, this was a simple kiss. They fitted perfectly, softly, touched chastely. Harry's mind swirled.
Does Malfoy really kiss this… innocently? What the heck did Snape say back then? Isn't Malfoy arrogant? Why am I acting this way? Where is my homework? What would Ron think?
His mind went blank—
The kiss deepened slightly, but Harry pulled away. Enough to still remain apparently close. The Slytherin's eyes fluttered open. Open in query.
"M…m.. Mal—…Draco… Why…Why did…"
Okay, Harry lost the words, Draco quirked one side of his lips and let go of Harry's chin. Harry was able to continue, although slightly disappointed when Draco withdrew and took a few steps back.
"Malfoy…, back then at the Quidditch pitch you were so….uh… demanding…. What the hell did you do now?"
"Shocked at my change of attitude, Harry? You're pretty dense—"
/Hey, that's my line! :( / Draco ignored his conscience.
"—to think that Weasley changes his mood every five minutes."
Harry had to smile. Draco's droning voice held a humor to it, partnered with his speech.
"But that doesn't change anything." Draco continued, "I still want you. And I WILL get Weasleys filthy paws off you, and you're mine."
This drawled out slithery, Draco took both Harry's wrists and pushed Harry back to the left a little, pinned him unto the wall. A darker, more sinister smile.
Harry looked unfazed.
"Do you love me?" Harry asked quietly.
Silence for a while, then a small answer. "No… Maybe… Yes."
"You don't look so intimidating now."
That, wasn't the right words to say to Draco Malfoy at that moment. Suddenly grey eyes glittered, terrifically menacing, "Oh Potter, do you think I'm not a sadist? Not a Slytherin, am I?"
His left hand let go and jerked down unto Harry's neck firmly, slightly tight. "Don't test me, Potter."
::Oh, back in last names, are we?:: Harry asked Draco mentally, and he grit his teeth when he felt a cold hand wrapping around his neck. It tightened; Draco pressed his weight against Harry. It was nearly choking him, and Harry made coughing noises.
Unable to hold the control, Malfoy forced his mouth onto Harry's, in a rich and rough kiss. Draco's tongue plunged Harry's mouth, exploring with utter delight. Draco proved to be more dominating and aggressive than Ron, and this was the Malfoy Harry knew. The ruthless Slytherin boy he had know existed.
And he loved it.
Harry's hands made their way to Draco's shoulders; his eyes shut close. Draco's eyes were heavy-lidded, silver-grey orbs watching Harry with greatest interest.
Then, Draco pulled away. A ragged breath, "Is this how you want it, Potter? I'll remember that."
Just then they both heard a gasp from across the corridors, where they were at. Both turned to where the sounds had come from. With widened eyes, Draco mumbled,
"Holy shit."
"Ditto."
For what lay in their view, upside down, eyes popping wide, and a large O for a mouth, floated...Peeves the Poltergeist.
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1.) the other person has not been mentioned even once on the chapters. One day ill have the courage to actually foreshadow it...
Part 6: A Permit to Steal What does Peeves have in mind? Then suddenly, then next day… Harry gets food poisoned. Who poisoned it? Who's been trying to make Harry goof up? And there's a Ron and Draco confrontation.