Warning: This is SLASH! If ya don't like, don't read.
AN: Sorry this took me so long to post but I was swamped by one-act competitions. And my muse decided to leave me stranded in the middle of this chapter. Hopefully it's worth the wait.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. Don't sue. I only have a low paying part time job anyway, so it wouldn't be worth it.
Draco slammed his dormitory door behind him and looked around. The beds were all empty. He was alone. He relaxed and dropped the mask of assurance that he erected to cover his disturbed countenance from fellow students. His bag dropped off his arm and spilled his parchments and books on the lush green carpet, but he took no notice. His mind was still in a jumble over what had happened with Harry. He had been so submerged in pleasure that he'd lost all knowledge of where he was and his carefully thought out plan. What was he going to do now?
His plan hadn't accounted for the chemistry he and Harry seemed to have. It was unfathomable. With just one kiss Harry had pushed him way past first base and well on his way to third, in a hallway, no less. How could he have let himself lose control like that? Being in control was the only thing that kept other people from walking all over you.
Maybe it would be better to turn his attention to someone else. Someone like the Weasel, would be a safer bet. His father hated him almost as much as he hated Harry and he was sure that the Weasel wouldn't inspire such overwhelming lust in him, like Harry had.
On the other hand, the kiss he'd shared with Harry was one of the most amazing things he'd ever experienced. Who knew the Boy Who Lived was such an accomplished kisser? All that and the whole wizarding world's idol. What more could you ask for in a guy? Not only that, but denying himself pleasure rubbed against the grain. Why should he give up someone who could lip lock like that? He sat there until he noticed the clock on his nightstand. Shit. He was late for his first class. He jumped out of bed and shoved his stuff back in his bag. He ran once again through the halls still uncertain of what to do. He'd have to save his decisions for when he saw Harry, in Care of Magical Creatures.
Harry sat in History of Magic trying to focus on the Goblin uprising of 917 that Professor Binns was droning on about, but his mind drifted to more recent events. He looked across the room at the dazed students, and for the first time in his life allowed himself to check out the guys in his class.
Seamus's sandy brown hair and bright blue eyes were rather attractive, but the drool oozing from his slack jaw and the bored-out-my-mind expression detracted from his pleasant features. Dean was also pleasantly put together, but neither of them, nor indeed any of the Gryffindors in the room had the same sleek appeal that Draco had. He thought back on all the arguments he'd had with Draco over the years, the smooth graceful way he had of walking, the cool poise with which he handled everything, the elegance that seemed to drip from his fingertips and soon was drooling in a Seamusesque fashion.
He wondered how long the part of him he refused to acknowledge had been lusting after Draco. Probably since he had begun lusting after people. Their relationship must have always had underlying currents of desire below the surface of hate. Harry had simply never been able to admit it to himself.
How would Draco act now? Would he acknowledge what had happened or be his usual arrogant sexy self.
Sexy. He had just called Draco sexy. He sent a mental growl to his subconscious. Why had it never informed him of his extremely powerful attraction to Draco? It would have been nice not to have been broadsided by it, like he had been this morning. He sighed and glanced at the clock. Exactly forty-two minutes until class was over. He forced his mind to heel and tried to focus on the terrific feats of Ugor the Ugly that Professor Binns was still talking about. After two minutes he gave up and relapsed in to his pleasant daydreams about Draco. By the end of class there was a rather large puddle of drool on his desk.
Draco walked to Care of Magical Creatures flanked by Crabbe and Goyle. As they approached Hagrid's hut Draco noticed groups of Slytherins and Gryffindors milling about, waiting for class to start. Draco immediately spotted Harry and his friends chatting with Hagrid.
He was suddenly struck by Harry eyes. They were a startling green that picked up every facet of sunlight beaming through the clouds. "Bugger," he groaned as the lust, which had suddenly awakened in him this morning roared through his body. He stared transfixed at the oblivious Gryffindor.
Harry's robes, which were too tight for him (he must have had a recent growth spurt), showed off his quiddich lean body slightly more than was acceptable. They hugged his hips and shoulders, displaying his lightly muscled form to perfection. His eyes traveled slowly down Harry's slim figure. He was right at lower back level when Harry rolled his shoulders and turned around. When he realized what Draco was staring at an amused, slightly relieved smile crossed his lips. Draco's eyes jerked up to Harry's face and he stood staring into Harry's entrancing eyes, a slightly rusty smile turning up his mouth.
Suddenly his expression changed into a more practiced glare of contempt. Harry blinked, and looked around. Hermione and Ron had turned around and were casting questioning glances between Harry and Draco. Cold indifference quickly slammed across Harry's eyes, hiding the affectionate gaze from his friends.
He turned back around and began enthusiastically talking to Hagrid about the creatures they were studying, Barrel Vaulted Ragnooks. After a moment Hermione and Ron turned around too and other than a glance shared over Harry's shoulder, gave no indication that they had witnessed anything unusual.
Draco sat watching Harry try to contain a belligerent Ragnook and had to forcibly restrain his mouth from smiling. He had already smiled once today, and didn't want it to become a habit. He had hoped that his reaction to Harry would be something he could control, but it seemed to over power his reason. Damnit! Why did he have to be so attractive? He felt all hot and bothered just looking at him and it didn't seem like he would get over this any time soon. Every time he looked at Harry the urge to snog him senseless grew stronger.
Draco sighed. There was nothing for it. He would have to continue seducing Harry. A mischievous smirk crossed his face. As long as Harry was making him feel uncomfortable, he might as well return the favor. And really, Harry deserved it for making him feel something he couldn't control. He would wait patiently for the next time he could continue what they'd started this morning. Draco suddenly realized that Hagrid had dismissed them. After sending one last appreciative glance Harry's way, Draco walked back to the castle, a smile creeping over Draco's stubborn lips.
Harry walked into potions eager to see Draco again. He was still amused that he'd caught Draco checking him out, not to mention smiling. At least he knew that it wasn't simply a one-time thing. He had definitely looked interested. Right? Sitting down at a table with Ron, he was instantly aware that Draco wasn't in the room. Finally Draco sauntered in and took a seat on the Slytherin side of the room with out even glancing Harry's way.
"What was Draco up to now?" He thought, and frowned in curiosity.
BANG! Harry jumped. At the front of the room Snape had just slammed a heavy tome on his desk. He appeared to be extremely pissed off.
"Why," Harry sighed, "do I get the feeling that whatever crawled into Snape's coffee this morning is going to wind up with me having detention?"
Ron sent a sympathetic smile that did little to make Harry feel better. He slumped in his seat, waiting for the axe to fall.
"Today," Snape growled, his eyes flaming with malice, "we will be concocting a special potion that will involve slightly different partners then those you are currently enjoying." His brimstone gaze fell upon Harry and he had to force himself to meet the teacher's gimlet glare.
Harry knew who Snape was going to pair him up with and was torn between smug satisfaction that Snape's punishment wasn't nearly as heinous as he thought it was and a lingering uncertainty over Draco's motivations. Without even bothering to listen to the pairings Harry moved to Draco's table and sat down, trying to look as dejected as he could. Draco still refused to meet his gaze. Harry was getting slightly annoyed. Draco's mixed signals were poking holes in the happiness that he been riding on since Care of Magical Creatures. He shifted away from the body heat that was issuing from Draco and focused determinedly on Snape's instructions,.
Harry and Draco were mixing ingredients for the potion (mostly Harry, actually) when Harry suddenly felt something on his ankle. He turned his head to Draco but was met with an uncharacteristically innocent gaze. Harry's eyes narrowed. He shook his head and went back to pouring the correct amount of armadillo bile when the touch came again, this time on the pit of his knee. He jerked towards Draco, almost spilling the vial and after meeting the same angelic gaze, stepped on Draco's foot. Draco winced, and after flashing a benevolent smile of his own, Harry turned back to the potion and poured the bile in. Had Draco been trying to feel him up? Harry snorted and concentrated on the potion again. It was probably his imagination.
Draco did nothing but laconically chop some root of dragonsbane while Harry measured out the other ingredients. They had put everything in but the powdered hens teeth. The teeth were very powerful and were only to be used in small doses. Harry had just spooned a few incisors in, when he suddenly felt a hand…there. The shock of pleasure from Draco's hand was suddenly replaced by a shock of horror as a hissing sound started to issue from the cauldron. Harry gazed in horror at the empty bottle in his hand. Oh Shit. He had poured the whole bottle in. Wearing twin glances of alarm they watched the cauldron bubble, unable to look away from the reaction, like a splinching accident. Acrid smoke began spilling from the cauldron fogging up the surrounding air. With a triumphant smile Draco pulled Harry down under the desk.
Harry's shout of alarm was cut off by Draco's lips on his.
"Cut it out, Draco." Harry gasped, pulling away, "This is hardly the time to be snogging."
"On the contrary," Draco grinned, "this is exactly the time."
He once again captured Harry's lips with his own. Harry tried to resist and deal with the eminent catastrophe that was brewing above them but was suddenly distracted by Draco's feather light hand, which was making circles up Harry's leg. He felt his mind fuzz and kissed Draco, forgetting entirely that he had just set off a reaction that could possibly destroy the whole potions room.
Draco's tongue skimmed over Harry's teeth as his hand skimmed over Harry's inner thigh. Harry could do little more than clutch at Draco's back and moan into his warm, giving mouth. Draco's hand passed Harry's upper thigh and lightly cupped Harry. Harry drew a deep breath into his lungs, and suddenly began coughing, trying to expel the smoke that had filled his lungs. He opened his eyes and gazed at the shrouded classroom. Shifting away, he tried to regain his composure.
A loud explosion filled the room. Harry ducked and heard the shards of the cauldron rain on the stone floor. After a moment, he lifted his head cautiously and gazed into Draco's eyes, which were still bright with lust. He didn't even seem embarrassed, just disappointed that their snog session had been so rudely interrupted. He flashed a roguish smile and crawled out from under the desk. Harry followed and they looked at the hazy room. Students were peeking frightened eyes over the tops of desks and slowly standing up. Snape had managed to contain the potion and was now casting air-clearing charms to dispel the fumes that choked the room.
The room was slowly brought into focus. All eyes turned towards a very red Harry and an equally amused Draco. Harry sighed. This was all Draco's fault and Snape would probably place the blame entirely on Harry. He was going to have detention for the next month, making Snape's potion collection shine. He scowled at Draco, who didn't even look sorry. He wasn't even blushing! Harry put a hand against his reddened cheeks.
Why couldn't he have Draco's unflappable poise? He couldn't ever remember Draco being embarrassed by something. Even the ferret incident forth year hadn't really affected him. What, Harry wondered, would mortify him? He seemed to brush off all normal humiliation with a wave of his aristocratic hand. Harry looked again at Draco's collected appearance, (for god's sake his robes weren't even wrinkled!) and was determined to find someway to find some way to ruffle his feathers, some way to make his pale cheeks turn fiery red.
AN: Sorry this took me so long to post but I was swamped by one-act competitions. And my muse decided to leave me stranded in the middle of this chapter. Hopefully it's worth the wait.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. Don't sue. I only have a low paying part time job anyway, so it wouldn't be worth it.
Draco slammed his dormitory door behind him and looked around. The beds were all empty. He was alone. He relaxed and dropped the mask of assurance that he erected to cover his disturbed countenance from fellow students. His bag dropped off his arm and spilled his parchments and books on the lush green carpet, but he took no notice. His mind was still in a jumble over what had happened with Harry. He had been so submerged in pleasure that he'd lost all knowledge of where he was and his carefully thought out plan. What was he going to do now?
His plan hadn't accounted for the chemistry he and Harry seemed to have. It was unfathomable. With just one kiss Harry had pushed him way past first base and well on his way to third, in a hallway, no less. How could he have let himself lose control like that? Being in control was the only thing that kept other people from walking all over you.
Maybe it would be better to turn his attention to someone else. Someone like the Weasel, would be a safer bet. His father hated him almost as much as he hated Harry and he was sure that the Weasel wouldn't inspire such overwhelming lust in him, like Harry had.
On the other hand, the kiss he'd shared with Harry was one of the most amazing things he'd ever experienced. Who knew the Boy Who Lived was such an accomplished kisser? All that and the whole wizarding world's idol. What more could you ask for in a guy? Not only that, but denying himself pleasure rubbed against the grain. Why should he give up someone who could lip lock like that? He sat there until he noticed the clock on his nightstand. Shit. He was late for his first class. He jumped out of bed and shoved his stuff back in his bag. He ran once again through the halls still uncertain of what to do. He'd have to save his decisions for when he saw Harry, in Care of Magical Creatures.
Harry sat in History of Magic trying to focus on the Goblin uprising of 917 that Professor Binns was droning on about, but his mind drifted to more recent events. He looked across the room at the dazed students, and for the first time in his life allowed himself to check out the guys in his class.
Seamus's sandy brown hair and bright blue eyes were rather attractive, but the drool oozing from his slack jaw and the bored-out-my-mind expression detracted from his pleasant features. Dean was also pleasantly put together, but neither of them, nor indeed any of the Gryffindors in the room had the same sleek appeal that Draco had. He thought back on all the arguments he'd had with Draco over the years, the smooth graceful way he had of walking, the cool poise with which he handled everything, the elegance that seemed to drip from his fingertips and soon was drooling in a Seamusesque fashion.
He wondered how long the part of him he refused to acknowledge had been lusting after Draco. Probably since he had begun lusting after people. Their relationship must have always had underlying currents of desire below the surface of hate. Harry had simply never been able to admit it to himself.
How would Draco act now? Would he acknowledge what had happened or be his usual arrogant sexy self.
Sexy. He had just called Draco sexy. He sent a mental growl to his subconscious. Why had it never informed him of his extremely powerful attraction to Draco? It would have been nice not to have been broadsided by it, like he had been this morning. He sighed and glanced at the clock. Exactly forty-two minutes until class was over. He forced his mind to heel and tried to focus on the terrific feats of Ugor the Ugly that Professor Binns was still talking about. After two minutes he gave up and relapsed in to his pleasant daydreams about Draco. By the end of class there was a rather large puddle of drool on his desk.
Draco walked to Care of Magical Creatures flanked by Crabbe and Goyle. As they approached Hagrid's hut Draco noticed groups of Slytherins and Gryffindors milling about, waiting for class to start. Draco immediately spotted Harry and his friends chatting with Hagrid.
He was suddenly struck by Harry eyes. They were a startling green that picked up every facet of sunlight beaming through the clouds. "Bugger," he groaned as the lust, which had suddenly awakened in him this morning roared through his body. He stared transfixed at the oblivious Gryffindor.
Harry's robes, which were too tight for him (he must have had a recent growth spurt), showed off his quiddich lean body slightly more than was acceptable. They hugged his hips and shoulders, displaying his lightly muscled form to perfection. His eyes traveled slowly down Harry's slim figure. He was right at lower back level when Harry rolled his shoulders and turned around. When he realized what Draco was staring at an amused, slightly relieved smile crossed his lips. Draco's eyes jerked up to Harry's face and he stood staring into Harry's entrancing eyes, a slightly rusty smile turning up his mouth.
Suddenly his expression changed into a more practiced glare of contempt. Harry blinked, and looked around. Hermione and Ron had turned around and were casting questioning glances between Harry and Draco. Cold indifference quickly slammed across Harry's eyes, hiding the affectionate gaze from his friends.
He turned back around and began enthusiastically talking to Hagrid about the creatures they were studying, Barrel Vaulted Ragnooks. After a moment Hermione and Ron turned around too and other than a glance shared over Harry's shoulder, gave no indication that they had witnessed anything unusual.
Draco sat watching Harry try to contain a belligerent Ragnook and had to forcibly restrain his mouth from smiling. He had already smiled once today, and didn't want it to become a habit. He had hoped that his reaction to Harry would be something he could control, but it seemed to over power his reason. Damnit! Why did he have to be so attractive? He felt all hot and bothered just looking at him and it didn't seem like he would get over this any time soon. Every time he looked at Harry the urge to snog him senseless grew stronger.
Draco sighed. There was nothing for it. He would have to continue seducing Harry. A mischievous smirk crossed his face. As long as Harry was making him feel uncomfortable, he might as well return the favor. And really, Harry deserved it for making him feel something he couldn't control. He would wait patiently for the next time he could continue what they'd started this morning. Draco suddenly realized that Hagrid had dismissed them. After sending one last appreciative glance Harry's way, Draco walked back to the castle, a smile creeping over Draco's stubborn lips.
Harry walked into potions eager to see Draco again. He was still amused that he'd caught Draco checking him out, not to mention smiling. At least he knew that it wasn't simply a one-time thing. He had definitely looked interested. Right? Sitting down at a table with Ron, he was instantly aware that Draco wasn't in the room. Finally Draco sauntered in and took a seat on the Slytherin side of the room with out even glancing Harry's way.
"What was Draco up to now?" He thought, and frowned in curiosity.
BANG! Harry jumped. At the front of the room Snape had just slammed a heavy tome on his desk. He appeared to be extremely pissed off.
"Why," Harry sighed, "do I get the feeling that whatever crawled into Snape's coffee this morning is going to wind up with me having detention?"
Ron sent a sympathetic smile that did little to make Harry feel better. He slumped in his seat, waiting for the axe to fall.
"Today," Snape growled, his eyes flaming with malice, "we will be concocting a special potion that will involve slightly different partners then those you are currently enjoying." His brimstone gaze fell upon Harry and he had to force himself to meet the teacher's gimlet glare.
Harry knew who Snape was going to pair him up with and was torn between smug satisfaction that Snape's punishment wasn't nearly as heinous as he thought it was and a lingering uncertainty over Draco's motivations. Without even bothering to listen to the pairings Harry moved to Draco's table and sat down, trying to look as dejected as he could. Draco still refused to meet his gaze. Harry was getting slightly annoyed. Draco's mixed signals were poking holes in the happiness that he been riding on since Care of Magical Creatures. He shifted away from the body heat that was issuing from Draco and focused determinedly on Snape's instructions,.
Harry and Draco were mixing ingredients for the potion (mostly Harry, actually) when Harry suddenly felt something on his ankle. He turned his head to Draco but was met with an uncharacteristically innocent gaze. Harry's eyes narrowed. He shook his head and went back to pouring the correct amount of armadillo bile when the touch came again, this time on the pit of his knee. He jerked towards Draco, almost spilling the vial and after meeting the same angelic gaze, stepped on Draco's foot. Draco winced, and after flashing a benevolent smile of his own, Harry turned back to the potion and poured the bile in. Had Draco been trying to feel him up? Harry snorted and concentrated on the potion again. It was probably his imagination.
Draco did nothing but laconically chop some root of dragonsbane while Harry measured out the other ingredients. They had put everything in but the powdered hens teeth. The teeth were very powerful and were only to be used in small doses. Harry had just spooned a few incisors in, when he suddenly felt a hand…there. The shock of pleasure from Draco's hand was suddenly replaced by a shock of horror as a hissing sound started to issue from the cauldron. Harry gazed in horror at the empty bottle in his hand. Oh Shit. He had poured the whole bottle in. Wearing twin glances of alarm they watched the cauldron bubble, unable to look away from the reaction, like a splinching accident. Acrid smoke began spilling from the cauldron fogging up the surrounding air. With a triumphant smile Draco pulled Harry down under the desk.
Harry's shout of alarm was cut off by Draco's lips on his.
"Cut it out, Draco." Harry gasped, pulling away, "This is hardly the time to be snogging."
"On the contrary," Draco grinned, "this is exactly the time."
He once again captured Harry's lips with his own. Harry tried to resist and deal with the eminent catastrophe that was brewing above them but was suddenly distracted by Draco's feather light hand, which was making circles up Harry's leg. He felt his mind fuzz and kissed Draco, forgetting entirely that he had just set off a reaction that could possibly destroy the whole potions room.
Draco's tongue skimmed over Harry's teeth as his hand skimmed over Harry's inner thigh. Harry could do little more than clutch at Draco's back and moan into his warm, giving mouth. Draco's hand passed Harry's upper thigh and lightly cupped Harry. Harry drew a deep breath into his lungs, and suddenly began coughing, trying to expel the smoke that had filled his lungs. He opened his eyes and gazed at the shrouded classroom. Shifting away, he tried to regain his composure.
A loud explosion filled the room. Harry ducked and heard the shards of the cauldron rain on the stone floor. After a moment, he lifted his head cautiously and gazed into Draco's eyes, which were still bright with lust. He didn't even seem embarrassed, just disappointed that their snog session had been so rudely interrupted. He flashed a roguish smile and crawled out from under the desk. Harry followed and they looked at the hazy room. Students were peeking frightened eyes over the tops of desks and slowly standing up. Snape had managed to contain the potion and was now casting air-clearing charms to dispel the fumes that choked the room.
The room was slowly brought into focus. All eyes turned towards a very red Harry and an equally amused Draco. Harry sighed. This was all Draco's fault and Snape would probably place the blame entirely on Harry. He was going to have detention for the next month, making Snape's potion collection shine. He scowled at Draco, who didn't even look sorry. He wasn't even blushing! Harry put a hand against his reddened cheeks.
Why couldn't he have Draco's unflappable poise? He couldn't ever remember Draco being embarrassed by something. Even the ferret incident forth year hadn't really affected him. What, Harry wondered, would mortify him? He seemed to brush off all normal humiliation with a wave of his aristocratic hand. Harry looked again at Draco's collected appearance, (for god's sake his robes weren't even wrinkled!) and was determined to find someway to find some way to ruffle his feathers, some way to make his pale cheeks turn fiery red.
