Warnings/Notes: Same as previous chapters; we finally have slash content, yay! I'm so sorry that this took so long, my internet connection died and it took me a long time to get to a different computer! Forgive me!
An Amazing Discovery
Part 5
Dear Hermione,
You still haven't figured out who I like yet? Well, now I really feel sorry for you. I'll tell you who it is, but not in this note (too risky). Meet me near the Gryffindor bleachers on the Quidditch field tonight, around midnight and I'll make sure you know who it is then.
Your friend,
Harry
As with the first note, this one also produced much hand rubbing and smirking. Gleeful laughter echoed throughout the room as a plan formed inside a very handsome blond head.
This was the perfect opportunity! He would bust up this little rendezvous between his Harry and Hermione. He would then snag Harry and whisk him away to some secluded spot and proceed to make love to him until the sun rose.
He had to time it right though. He was positive that Hermione would try to keep Harry all to herself. Draco would not allow this. Harry was his. He really did not have to worry though; Hermione was not much of a competitor. He was so much better than she was: smarter, braver, richer and sexier. He had no doubts that he would be able to kept Harry's affections. But that brainy witch might try something sneaky, like give Harry a love potion. That was a horrible thought…he would not lose Harry.
So, he was going to rush in there and grab Harry right out from underneath Hermione's nose. Oh, how she was going to suffer (as well as every other girl in Hogwarts) when she saw just who Harry was in love with. Hehehe…this was going to be so much fun.
Mmm…he still had about five hours until the midnight meeting, which should give him just enough time to get ready. First thing on his 'to do' list…bathing. This was very important; he had to be squeaky clean and smelling fresh if he wanted to get some action tonight. So, he spent at least an hour washing, while ignoring all the comments about him behaving like a girl (would he call off his date because he had to dry his hair? Was it taking him so long to wash because he was shaving his legs and armpits?) What did he care about what they thought or said. He had to look his best for Harry. So, he washed his hair at least five times (he lost count after the first two times). He scrubbed every inch of his body until he was pink. And to top it all off, he used his very special vanilla body wash to make sure he smelled great.
OK, next…shave? Nope, doing pretty good there.
His hair. This was another hour-long project. At least twenty minutes of that hour was spent agonizing over how he should style it. Slicked back like normal? Parted in the middle, on the left or right? Dried straight or dried naturally so there was a slight wave? Or messy, seductive look? So many choices! It was so very nerve-wracking, trying to decide. His normal style would not do, had to be something different for this special occasion. Draco finally decided upon parting his hair down the middle and drying it straight. However, by the time this decision was made, his hair was almost completely dry. So, he had to get it wet but instead ended up washing it again in the sink (just in case it had gotten dirty while he was trying to decide how to style it).
Finally his hair was done. Blowing himself a kiss in the mirror (looking incredibly sexy as always), Draco went to complete his next task on his list. What to wear. This was the hardest part of his preparations. He tried on more outfits than he could comfortably count, trying this shirt with those pants, the same shirt with different pants, that sweater with those slacks. And so on. By the end of yet another hour Crabbe and Goyle walked in to find a boxer clad Draco standing in a mound of clothing. There was not a single item of clothing left in his closet, dressers or numerous trunks. Confronted with a very angry and upset Draco, his friends wisely ran out of the room.
Another hour found the room miraculously restored to its previous state of orderliness, with Draco standing in front of a full-length mirror. Giving himself many appraising looks, Draco finally decided that he looked devilishly handsome. Wearing black slacks, a black skintight shirt and a blue long sleeved, button down shirt, it was a simple outfit; yet, he made it look damn good!
One hour left and only a few things to do still. First, brush teeth. This brought back pleasant memories of when, just a few days ago, Draco had figured out that Harry liked him. These memories renewed his anticipation and excitement for what would be happening in less than an hour. This prompted Draco to quickly finish with his teeth, put on his cologne and various accessories, and then rush out of his dormitory.
Next task-sneak out of Hogwarts. Piece of cake. As a Slytherin, he naturally knew all the secret passageways and exits out of the school. So, in no time at all he found himself outside the building.
Half an hour left. Draco's stomach fluttered. No! He was not nervous! He was just…well…very nervous! What if something went wrong? What if Harry wasn't there? What if Hermione stole Harry away from him before he got there? What if he had been wrong (like so many other times) and Harry actually liked someone else and not him? Oh, that was an unhappy thought!
He would go through with this! He was strong; he was brave; he could do it!
OK, so he felt like he was going to throw up he was so nervous!
Best not to think about it and just focus on the last task-pick some flowers for Harry. Merlin! He was glad that no one was around to see him picking flowers! But he had to give Harry something. He hadn't had time to buy him something (since he was too busy washing his hair) so flowers it would have to be. He just hoped that Harry would like them.
It was finally time.
Draco snuck over to the Gryffindor viewing area, determined not to be seen. If they did not know he was there, then he could ambush Harry and steal him away from Hermione.
Arriving at his destination, Draco listened for voices. There were none. Maybe he was early? That was not good, they might see him when they arrived.
No, wait. There was movement. Sliding closer, Draco's chest tightened in excitement from what he saw. There was Harry, looking oh so gorgeous, laying on his back, gazing up at the night sky. The moonlight was just strong enough to illuminate Harry-the messy hair (which, Draco had to admit, was rather sexy), the lovely lips (which he was determined to be kissing very soon), the lean body…mmm…he would be doing very wonderful things to that body very soon!
"Were you planning on staying there all night, Draco?"
Whoa! Draco jumped at least a foot in the air and nearly dropped Harry's flowers. How did Harry know he was here? He wasn't even facing him. Weird.
Stomach all aflutter, Draco moved towards Harry, who rose to meet him. The two stared at each other silently for several moments. Harry waiting for Draco to speak up and Draco too nervous to speak.
"What are you hiding behind your back, Draco?"
"Nothing!"
Damn! He wished he had never picked the stupid flowers. It was so silly and he was horribly embarrassed.
"You're blushing."
Not good!
"Come on, show me!"
No way he was going to get out of this one. So, Draco slowly, shyly (shy? Draco was never shy!) brought his hand out from behind his back and presented Harry the flowers.
The response was immediate and very gratifying. Harry's eyes lit up as he gave Draco a big smile, while grabbing the flowers and smelling them.
"Thank you, Draco. I really like them. Although, I'm surprised, I never expected you to be such a romantic."
"Yeah, well, you bring out the best and the worst in me."
"That's so true," Harry said, laughing.
Another rather awkward silence followed.
"I'm really glad you showed up," Harry finally said.
"Of course I showed up! I can't believe you thought I wouldn't. I…I. .Hey! Wait a minute! How could you have had any idea that I would show up?"
Much eye rolling and sighing followed this comment, which aggravated Draco greatly.
"Because, Draco, those notes were meant for you, not Hermione."
Draco could only gape at Harry, utterly speechless.
He was supposed to have found those notes? So that meant that Harry had wanted him to figure out that Harry liked him?
Why that little sneak! He could not believe that he had been tricked so badly. He was a fool. Him, a Slytherin, a master of deceit, had been tricked! This was very bad, he was sure Harry had been laughing at him the whole time.
Suddenly a horrible thought occurred to Draco. What if it had been all a joke to make a fool out of him? What if Harry didn't like him? What if all of the Gryffindors were hiding nearby and laughing at him? He was feeling rather faint. What would he do if Harry didn't like him! He would not cry! Not in front of Harry!
"Uh…hey, Draco! You all right?"
"I can't believe you tricked me! That's so low!"
"Oh, well, I'm sorry. But it's not like I could've just walked up to you and blurted out that I like you. I just thought that maybe you would've appreciated it, seeing as how it's a very Slytherin like thing to do. And that maybe it might make you like me just a little bit."
Oh, Draco hadn't thought of it that way but now that he did, it made him rather proud that Harry had thought of such a thing. It was only appropriate that the person he should date would be as smart and as devious as himself.
Draco suddenly gave Harry a huge smile as a rather pleasant thought popped into his head.
"So, then, you really do like me? This isn't some sick joke to make a fool out of me?"
Harry rolled his eyes (Draco had been seeing this a lot lately).
"You really amaze me sometimes, Draco. I gave you the most obvious hints in the world and flirted with you outrageously; yet, not only did it take you forever to figure out that I like you but even once you did, you still doubted it. If I didn't like you so much I'd be tempted to say that you're pretty dense."
"Hey! You did just say it! And I am not dense, I was just…preoccupied with other things."
"All those important things you were always doing?"
"Nah. That was always me trying to figure out who you liked. But you always interrupted me, distracted me. Even when you weren't around you distracted me and made me unable to think properly."
Harry gave Draco a very smug grin while saying, "I had no idea that I had so much power and influence over you. This could be interesting."
"You're the only person who has been able to affect me this way, Harry."
"And it's going to stay that way."
"Hey! I'm supposed to be the possessive one here!"
"Don't be too sure about that, Draco," Harry said as he stepped closer to Draco, grabbed him and held him tightly. "Now that I have you, I'm never letting you go again."
Draco was truly shocked, to say the least. He was supposed to be the one in control, he was supposed to be the one who would never let Harry go. He was supposed to sweep Harry off his feet and then make love to him in some romantic spot. All his plans were falling apart! This was not good.
Although, it was rather nice being held so tightly by Harry. It became even nicer when Draco wrapped his arms around the boy and buried his head into Harry's shoulder. Yes, he could definitely get used to this.
"I'm not going to let you go either, Harry. I like this too much, I like you too much to not be with you."
"Oh, Draco, you don't know how good it is to hear you say that. Sometimes I was absolutely certain that you liked me, for why else would you bother me so much or go out of your way to run into me? If you really hated me, you wouldn't want to be always be near me. Yet, a lot of times I would worry that you really disliked me and would hate me when you figured out how much I liked you."
"Well, to tell you the truth, I was convinced that I hated you. But I was so wrong, so stupid. Mmm…that's the only time you'll ever hear me say that, so you better enjoy it while you can."
"Oh, I am," Harry said with a laugh.
"Anyway, once you started sending me those notes and started flirting with me, I began having these really weird thoughts; well, at the time I thought they were strange but not any more."
"What thoughts?"
"Oh…like how warm and soft you felt when on top of me or how pretty your eyes are."
Laughing, Harry said, "I can only imagine how shocked you must have been."
"You have no idea. I thought I was going to short circuit. I swear, it was like you were trying to kill me by shocking me to death-sending me those notes and causing me to think all those things. You're lucky I'm still alive!"
"Very lucky."
"So, when you almost kissed me the other day, I realized that I wanted you to kiss me, which, of course, forced me to admit to myself that I liked you. You know, I'm really glad you sent me those notes. If you hadn't, then I might never have figured out that I could be truly happy with you."
"Wow, Draco, you're being really romantic and mushy again. I'm shocked."
"Yeah, well, just don't tell anyone, it'll ruin my image."
"And dating Harry Potter won't?"
"No way! Everyone is going to be so damn jealous of me. I'm so looking forward to it."
"Ah, I get it. I'm going to make you happy by enabling you to brag about dating the Boy Who Lived?"
"Hey! You know that's not all it is, I could spend the rest of the night holding you and snuggling like this."
"I'd like to do that too, Draco, but I can think of better things that we could do for the rest of the night."
All right! Shag time, baby! Oh yeah, this was going to be good. But where to do it? On the bleachers? On the Quidditch field? Nah, that should wait until the night before the next game. Near the Forbidden Forest? The fear would definitely add a good spark to their love making. Find an empty classroom? Had potentials but if Filtch found them…won't even think about that! Sneak Harry into his room? No, he was not ready to die yet and he doubted that he could protect Harry from the wrath of his entire house. Or, he could sneak into Gryffindor and do it there. Yes! That was the place to do it. What a shock the Gryffindors would get when he came strutting out of Harry's room in the morning. They would probably all die of shock so he wouldn't need to fear their anger. This was going to be great; he couldn't wait to see their faces, especially Ron's and Hermione's. But how to convince Harry that it was a good place to shag?
"OK, well, I'm going to take your silence to mean that you don't have any ideas. I do though, so come on, let's go," Harry said while grabbing Draco's hand and leading him away from the school.
Wait a minute! This was all backwards. He was supposed to be leading Harry towards Hogwarts. And he had tons of ideas about what he wanted to do to Harry!
"Harry, wait…"
"No way, I've thought about this and planned for this for too long. We are going to do what I want to do."
"But, Harry, I want…"
"No buts! Just follow me, you'll like it, I promise."
"Ah, Harry, that's not…"
"Do you ever shut up, Draco?"
"No! Now tell me…"
Draco, however, found himself effectively silenced when Harry gave him a quick, yet sweet, kiss.
Wow…
Kiss. Nice. Soft. Warm. Can't think. More? Please?
"Well, that certainly shut you up! I'll have to try that more often. All right, now lets go."
Draco followed Harry obediently; he was too preoccupied with thinking about their first kiss to be concerned with anything. The only thing he really noticed was how nice it was having his fingers intertwined with Harry's.
Draco was abruptly brought out of his reverie when he collided into Harry's back. They seemed to enjoy crashing into each other for it was certainly happening a lot recently. However, it did give Draco an excuse to wrap his arms around Harry, so he could prevent Harry from falling.
"So, what do you think of this place?" Harry asked while leaning back against Draco.
Forcing attention away from Harry, Draco gaped in awe at his surroundings. Where were they? (He had been a little preoccupied so he hadn't noticed where Harry had led him.) They were standing on top of a small hill that ended in a pond sheltered by many trees. Draco had not even known such a place existed on Hogwarts' grounds.
"Where are we, Harry?"
"Behind the Quidditch fields, probably at the very edge of Hogwart's property. I found this place a few months ago and have been dreaming ever since about bringing you here. Romantic enough for our first date, don't you think?"
"And you thought I was the romantic one? I think you've out done me here, Harry," Draco said as he plopped down on the ground.
Laying down next to Draco, Harry said, "Who would've thought that we'd be such hopeless romantics. We'd better keep this a secret, it could seriously ruin our reputations if it ever got out that we are such saps."
Silence reigned, but not an awkward one, as the two boys enjoyed being together in the peaceful glade.
"Come on, Draco, lay down next to me, you can just see the stars through the treetops."
"I never knew you enjoyed stargazing so much," Draco said as he settled down next to Harry, purposely getting as close as possible while still next to Harry, so he could be reminded how warm and soft Harry was.
"I'm sure there are a lot of things you don't know about me."
"Well, I'm going to enjoy finding out everything you like. I want to know as much about you as possible, Harry."
"Same here."
"You want to know as much about yourself as well? I suppose that's an admirable thing, although…"
"Draco! You know that's not what I meant."
"I know," Draco said as he grabbed Harry's hand and held it against his chest.
Yes, he could most definitely get used to this. Although, this stargazing stuff was getting a bit boring; he'd have to change that.
Leaning up on his elbow, Draco interposed his face between Harry's and the sky while saying, "How about some Draco-gazing? You'll get much better views then you get from looking at the sky."
Laughing, Harry wrapped his arms around Draco and said, "But I won't be able to do much looking when I do what I really want to be doing right now."
"Huh?"
Yet, before Draco could comment further on Harry's confusing words, he found himself being silenced again. This time, however, the kiss lasted much longer. Draco was given plenty of time to get acquainted with Harry's mouth. This was definitely a delightful situation; Draco anticipated spending much time in the future kissing Harry.
Although, there was something that would make the situation much better. Draco slowly maneuvered himself so that he was laying on top of Harry. Much better. Now he could run his fingers through Harry's hair and enjoy his warm, soft body while kissing him.
Unfortunately for Draco, though, this situation did not last long for Draco quite suddenly found himself on his back and staring up at Harry.
"Hey! What did you do that for?"
"I want to be on top."
"That's not fair! I want…Mmph!" Draco was again silenced. It was starting to annoy him just a little bit.
Harry on top? No way! He was supposed to be on top and in control. This situation must be remedied. So, Harry was once again on his back with a very happy and very smug Draco on top of him. However, the smug look quickly vanished when Draco found himself staring up at Harry again. Growling, Draco quickly reversed their positions.
What followed was a very fierce wrestling match. Although, truth be told, it was not all that fierce for there was much laughter, tickling and kissing involved. The match continued for some time without either of the boys gaining the desired position. However, it came to an abrupt halt when a most unfortunate accident happened.
Splash.
"Harry, you idiot! You've ruined my clothes! And look at my hair! It took me an hour to get it looking so nice. Oh, you are so going to pay for this!"
"It wasn't my fault! You were the one who refused to be on the bottom."
"I'm supposed to be on top."
"Not if I can help it. And look, you've ruined all my romantic plans!"
"Yeah, well, you've ruined my plans! Certainly can't make love while soaking wet."
"Make lo…what? That's what you had planned for tonight?"
"Ha! You're blushing!"
"Am not!"
"Are to! I made Harry Potter blush. Oh this is too good. Don't say anything, I must savor this moment."
Harry didn't say anything. Instead, he stomped out of the pond, flopped down on the grass, crossed his arms and proceeded to look very ticked off.
This wasn't good. They were fighting on their first date. Although, Draco realized that the fighting part wasn't all that unusual. Still, it wasn't a very good way to start out their relationship. Draco was feeling a little guilty (only a very little though, wasn't all his fault-if only Harry had accepted that he should be on the bottom).
Draco walked over and sat down next to Harry. He then gave Harry a big hug and a loud smooch on the cheek while saying "I'm sorry, don't be mad at me."
Returning the hug, Harry said, "I'm not really mad. How can I be when you're being so nice and sweet? I was just pouting I guess. Just a bit upset that you wanted to have sex so quickly."
"Aw, come on, Harry, give me a break. You're a really sexy guy and I can't help it that I want you so badly!"
"Hn."
"But if you just want to snuggle and make out for the rest of the night, I'm perfectly happy with that!"
"Yes, that's what I had wanted to do."
"All right, then!" Draco said quite enthusiastically, as he laid back on the ground, dragging Harry with him.
They then proceeded to make out and snuggle until the sun rose.
Resting after a serious bout of kissing and groping, the two boys enjoyed a quiet moment together as they watched the sunrise. Harry was feeling extremely content, satisfied and smug. Everything had gone according to his plans; he had (finally) managed to capture Draco and have a romantic (for the most part) date with him.
Draco, on the other hand, was currently be amazed and shocked (like always). He was, of course, very happy (who wouldn't be after spending a whole night making out with the Boy Who Lived?). Yet, he had come to the horrible realization that nothing had gone right according to his plans. Ever since he got that first note from Harry, nothing had gone the way he had wanted it to go.
Wait, what the hell was he thinking? He was currently snuggling with Harry Potter! So even if everything had gone wrong for him, it had turned out right. He now had Harry Potter all to himself so he was happy.
The end!
-I can hear the screams now "Where's the lemon?!!" Well, it's not here! I didn't write one because Draco expected to get one and this fic was all about ruining all of Draco's expectations and assumptions. Maybe I'll write a lemony epilogue along with the side stories that I have planned.