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Unexpected
Part 12
"Okay. So, if we take this one-"
"No. We'll get seen. It goes past the grill - you know, the one at the front of the class."
"Ron, don't be an idiot. We are to take the invisibility cloak." Harry raised an eyebrow, smiling as Ron looked abashed and grinned, embarrassed.
"Okay, okay. So we go there." He pointed a long finger at the secret passage they were planning to take. He ran a finger backwards from the dungeons, to the corridors they would have to go down to get there, tracing the way they would go. "And we use the invisibility cloak to get from here to there?"
"Yeah, I think so. We'll have to go after dark - that's when they're likely to be together..." Harry trailed off, looking at their plan, and smiled. Not only would this work, it would likely be amusing and pretty exciting, too. They must be pretty weird to go out with Snape. Now that Hermione was out of the picture, Harry had no idea who Snape's partner was, and so was genuinely interested. He looked up to see Ron staring at him intently. He felt a blush rising to his cheeks when Ron didn't look away.
"You have a nice smile, you know that Harry?"
Argh. He was bringing this up again? Feeling distinctly uncomfortable, Harry stood. Or tried to. Ron grabbed his hand.
"Hey, I didn't mean that, y'know, sort of... But you do. I was just telling you." There was a sort of desperation in Ron's voice, and Harry bit his lip, then sat. He didn't want to loose Ron as a friend. He'd just have to get used to being looked at like that. He picked up the map and glanced over it again.
"Well," he said, well aware his voice sounded slightly strained. "We should do it this week. Friday?"
"That's usually when people meet their dates," Ron said, agreeing with a wistful note in his voice.
"Okay. At ten. We'll meet up downstairs." The atmosphere in the room was almost palpable. Ron was still looking at him intently, and Harry was starting to get more and more uncomfortable. "Uh, I need to go get the homework McGonagall set us done. You done it?"
"Nope. Bet Hermione has, though," Ron grinned, and Harry's unease slipped away. Ron was back, the scary but kind of attractive red head who fancied him was gone. That was the way he liked it. Standing, finding his bag and some parchment, they went downstairs. It wasn't a big surprise when Hermione wouldn't help them, but they managed to get it done since Harry had managed to take notes, since Draco wasn't in his Transfiguration class to distract him.
The next day went quickly enough. Nothing major happened, just a series of lessons with no Draco to make Harry pine for him. After last lesson, Harry nearly ran towards the Quidditch trophy room. When he got there, he saw that he was alone, and that the blanket and cushions were still there. Settling down to get comfortable, Harry nearly died when a voice spoke, almost in his ear.
"I see you have found somewhere you can be private?" Turning, Harry saw the headmaster, looking amused with a cup of cocoa in his hand. Not able to think of anything to say in reply to that, he just stared. "I don't blame you. I remember finding your mother and father up here so they could be alone. Perhaps it runs in the family."
His mother and father had used this place as well? A strange coincidence - but perhaps not. His father had loved Quidditch as much as either he or Draco did, which meant he was likely to find it. He didn't bother to mention to Dumbledore that it was Draco who had found this place, rather than he. Something important did come to mind, though. "I- We can still stay here, can't we?" This had quickly turned into Harry's mind as his and Draco's place. Where they could be truly alone together, where there were no looks of disgust or jealousy, where they could have noone but each other for company.
Dumbledore nodded. "Of course, of course. I wouldn't presume to take your private place from you. I merely wanted to talk to you for a moment."
Oh.
"I know about the relationship you are in with Draco Malfoy-" Harry was about to interrupt and defend him, but Dumbledore held up his hand. "No, no, I won't try to lecture you. I just wish to point out that Draco is neither as angelic as you see him, nor as demonic as much of the school sees him. I know who he is, but not nearly as well, I wager, as you. I know his father is likely not the easiest person to live with - and I care for the welfare of my students. I just thought I'd tell you that, Harry," he said, before nodding and walking off, singing to himself.
Looking after him, frowning, Harry wondered exactly what that had been about. Had Lupin gone and told him, even though Harry had asked otherwise? Shaking his head lightly, he didn't think so. If Lucius Malfoy had been to this school, Dumbledore must know him. harry remembered the few times he'd met him. They were enough that he had got the impression that he was completely, dangerously mad, and most certainly not someone to mess with if at all possible. He was worried about Draco, and it seemed Dumbledore was. He'd have to bring the question of whether he wanted to get away from his parents tonight. At least then he'd have a chance to get used to it before he had to go home again.
As well as- For the second time in the space of ten minutes, Harry was scared nearly witless - though this time by a kiss on the cheek. Draco smiled dangerously at him, and sat in one graceful movement onto the cushions next to him. Before Harry could say or do anything, he pulled him into a deep kiss that left Harry breathless and unable to think for a few moments.
"I missed you," Draco said, running a finger down Harry's face. "Every lesson, I wanted so badly to be with you..." He sighed. "But we're together now. I have the next couple of hours with you." There was something in his eyes that Harry couldn't quite put his finger on.
"Are you okay?" He asked, worried.
"Ah, yeah." He leaned back, putting his arms behind his head. "I just won't be able to see you this weekend. I'm off home. Got a letter in the post this morning."
Harry stared. "But - how-"
Draco looked at him with clear eyes, devoid of all but passion. "My father's an important man, harry. What he wants, he gets." His voice was lustful, and a seductive smile curved his lips. The smile turned to an equally seductive grin, and he swung his leg over Harry's to straddle him. "It's a Malfoy family trait," he muttered as he leaned forward, lips brushing Harry's face, feather-light over eyes, cheeks, lips. The kiss slowly got more passionate, completely at Draco's pace. Harry's attempts at making it deeper were useless - Draco was completely in control. Eventually, Harry was gasping at how good Draco was making him feel. Kisses, caresses, words all combining to make him completely forget anything else. Draco undid his shirt, slipped it off. Harry shivered in the cold air, but just watched intently what Draco was doing. Lips joined hands in the caresses, teeth scraping lightly against flesh, tongue warm and wet against his sensitive nipples, making him moan.
"Oh, Harry," Draco said, voice deep and rich. He kissed him again, nails scraping down his back, then embraced him tightly. Harry got his breath and sanity back as they sat there, hugging each other, and closed his eyes.
"That was amazing, Draco," he said, barely more than a whisper. The other boy didn't look up. "You make me feel so good - better than anything else. Better than anyone ever could."
"You're mine, aren't you Harry?" The question came as a surprise. Harry blinked a few times.
"Of course. You know I am."
"And... and it doesn't matter about who I am? You don't want anyone else?"
Harry shook his head slowly. "I don't want anyone else," he said, then frowned. "But I don't understand. What do you mean, who you are?"
Draco's smile became dangerous. "Son of an insane Death Eater. The ideal Slytherin. Don't argue that Harry - you know I am." Harry had been about to argue with him, but shut his mouth.
"Alright then. So what if you are? We'll need people like you to defeat Voldemort." He ignored Draco's wince at his use of the name.
"What if I don't want to?" Draco was looking away, and Harry could only see his profile, emotionless and cold. Staring at him, frown deepening, Harry pulled away.
"What do you mean?"
"What if I don't want to defeat the Dark Lord? I-"
"That's your father talking, Draco, not you." With that, Draco turned on Harry, eyes blazing.
"How dare you say that? You don't know me. No-one knows me! Noone understands how I feel, what I have to live with, what I have to do..." He trailed off, and shook his head, looking bitter. "Nobody understands me, and I don't want them to. Especially you, Harry."
Still not understanding, Harry took Draco's hand. "Why? i want to understand you. Let me, Draco. Let me know you."
Draco's hand was shaking under his, and he looked paler even than normal. His eyes were wide and he looked almost terrified. "You can't. I don't want you to. You'd be... tainted. Tainted by what I am, what I have to be-"
"Draco, you're scaring me. What are you talking about?" But no matter how much Harry pushed, Draco wouldn't tell him. They spent the next fifteen minutes just holding one another, Draco almost desperately. Without warning, Draco disentangled himself from the embrace and stood, looking away.
"Harry... I'm going home tomorrow night. My dad's arranged it so I can have Friday off. I need to get my stuff sorted, and..." he trailed off. Harry stood, and wrapped his arms around Draco's waist.
"You don't have to go," he whispered gently in his ear. Draco placed his hands on Harry's, intertwined their fingers.
"I do. I'll see you in Potions on Monday, Harry." With that, Draco pulled away from him, and Harry just watched him go, feeling abandoned and scared for Draco.