Chapter Four.
Nothing.. and Everything.
Harry awoke, never knowing of what had happened outside his dormitory only a few hours ago. He woke up to another of Neville's daily fits, and Percy's pleas to shut him up. Harry sat near the window, and watched the day dawn. He looked at Hedwig, who was sitting diligently in her cage.
"I don't know anymore Hedwig.", he said. The owl just looked at Harry. "I didn't think you'd understand." Harry got up, and walked to his wardrobe. He put on his uniform and went to breakfeast. He wasn't the first one there. At the faculty table was Snape and McGonagall. Harry wanted to avoid them suddenly, and he lurked away from the dining hall. He was walking around Hogwarts, and not having a particular destination, he found himself outside Slytherin.
The door to Slytherin was bathed in darkness, unlike Gryffindors, which was rather bright. Harry thought this was quite fitting, seeing how the Slytherins are normally bathed in darkness themselves.
Through darkness shines light.
Draco was in the Slytherin bathroom, taking great care in his attire today, although he had nothing special planned.
"All dressed up, eh Draco? Where are you going?", asked Goyle.
"Shut it, Goyle.", Malfoy snapped. Goyle looked hurt. He walked away from Draco, muttering something unrecognizable. Draco realized his feelings were hurt, but he didn't really care.
It was nearly noon, and time for lunch. Draco grabbed his Defense Against The Dark Arts books, and scurried to lunch. He walked over to the Gryffindor table to where Harry was seated with Ron, Hermione, Neville, and Seamus.
"Har-POTTER! 4:00. Same place. Alright?"
Every Gryffindor looked awfully confused. Draco and Harry? Associating together? Everyone turned to look at Harry, who could feel the pressure on him. A bit skeptical of Draco's desires, Harry turned to Malfoy. Before Harry could ask about Malfoy's intentions he was interrupted.
"Well, Potter? I haven't got all day."
Harry narrowed his eyes at Draco's, which seemed to be saying Say yes, Potter, or you'll regret it. A very slight nod came from Harry. Draco grinned and waled away. Harry sighed.
I hope I won't regret this.
*** Four o'clock came, and Harry was the first on the Quidditch field this time. Standing where he and Draco shared the kiss, he waited, very impatiently for him. He heard the bells toll four times. Four o'clock. Draco walked up to Harry not a minute later.
"I knew you'd come, Potter, but we can't be here right now."
"Why not?"
"Hufflepuff's got Quidditch practice.", Malfoy told him. "Come with me."
Malfoy led Harry to the library. There they went inside and hung up their robes. It was too warm in there for them. Harry couldn't believe Draco had led him somewhere like this. There was even more people here than on the Hufflepuff Quidditch team.
"What gives Draco?", Harry asked.
"Follow me," he said, "We're not there yet."
Draco took Harry by the arm, which gave Harry a sharp, tingeling sensation where Draco's fingers were. Draco and Harry rushed past a group of Ravenclaw girls, Cho Chang being one of them, all of whom turned and looked at the recognized enemies as they past. He led him past a Gryffindor or two, and even three Slytherin girls: Millicent Bullstrode, Pansy Parkinson, and a friend. Draco stopped, and Harry almost ran into him.
"Draco, what'd you stop like that for-"
They were in the very back of the library. The restricted section. Draco hopped up onto a table top.
"Potter. Why'd you come?"
"You told me to, remember?"
"Of course I do, but why? Since when does The Boy Who Lived answer my every beck and call?"
"What are you playing at, Malfoy?"
"Didn't I tell you to call me Draco?"
"Don't change the subject, Draco. What do you want?"
Draco hesitated, tyring to ponder in his mind whether he should do it or not. He was looking down at his hands. He looked up at Harry, who looked annoyed and impatient, and figured he had better just say it.
"This."
Draco leapt off the table top and into Harry's surprisingly awaiting arms. Their lips locked together and the two enemies were kissing once more. Even more breath-taking than the first one, Harry felt his heart pounding and wondered if Draco could hear it. When Harry opened his eyes, they were met with the beautiful blue irises of Malfoy. Still held in Draco's arms, Harry shifted.
"We can't do this, Draco."
"Why not?", answered Draco, surprising the both of them. His voice held the sounds of desperation, longing, and even love. Harry's attempt to pull himself away from Draco had ceased and Harry for the first time, noticed how innocent Draco was. He wasn't the only one here who was nervous out of his mind. Draco was feeling the same things Harry was. Harry stared at Draco, trying to comtemplate some kind of answer when Draco leaned in to kiss him again. Losing all regard for anything at this point, Harry just tried to relax- and kissed Draco back.
Draco's hands were around Harry's neck, and Harry wrapped himself around Draco, and pulled him closer, into an even deeper kiss. Draco ran his fingers through Harry's jet black hair, and pushed his head into his. Harry and Draco's tongues were wrestling feriousiously, and hands were scurrying over each other's bodys.
Their lips seperated for a brief moment, only so Harry could whisper "Dissendium."
Draco immediately felt more open with Harry. He hadn't heard him whisper the spell to reveal secret things.
"So, Harry-" Draco managed to get out between moans, "Do you like this?" Draco's voice sounded like a child's, Harry thought as he nodded. Still kissing Draco, he pushed him against the table that he was sitting on only a few minutes before. Draco felt his legs give out and he found himself laying on the table, with Harry atop him. Harry slid his leg between Draco's for more leverage. He grabbed Malfoy's hands and pressedthem hard against the table, next to his head.
Malfoy whispered "Expelliarmus" and disarmed Harry of his shirt.
"Oh, is that how you want to play?" Harry said playfully. He took off Malfoy's cardigan and button down shirt, and undid his tie, kinkily dropping it to the floor. Malfoy grinned and unzipped his pants.
"This, Potter, is how I play." And he grabbed Harry by his black hair and thrust his mouth on his erection, making Harry give him head.
Oh god, this is GREAT. I can't remember when giving Draco Malfoy head wasn't on the top of my agenda!
Meanwhile, Draco was moaning and making unrecognizable sounds, and whispering Harry's name. Harry liked hearing his name, and became more passionate in his doings. Draco was screaming inside, he wanted to scream now, and he didn't care if he was heard all the way in the Dark Forest. He didn't care who heard, or who found out that he was in the back of the library with Harry Potter.
Malfoy never got off like this with a girl, and he had been with plenty, the most recent being revolting Pansy Parkinson. He took the Slytherin girl to the Yule Ball, they shared a kiss, but it was nothing to Malfoy. Nothing able to be compared to what he was doing right this second with Harry fucking Potter.
"Harry.." Draco moaned. Draco came and Harry lapped it up like a cat with milk. "Harry, I want to be with you.", he managed to spit out. Harry's eyes immediately went from looking into space with delight to dead serious and gazing into Malfoy's.
"Really?"
"Yes."
"Draco, I-"
"Oh forget it, Potter. After that you don't even want to.." Draco was near tears.
"You didn't let me finish Draco.", he said. "I'd love to be with you."
Draco's eyes lit up and Harry and him were rolling around, playfully kissing and touching again, when there was a bright white flash, and a loud bang, like a crash of thunder. When the light faded, Harry was gone.
"Harry?" Draco yelled. He put his clothes on and ran throught the library looking for him.
*** A voice was heard all over Hogwarts.
"Students and teachers, report to your dormitories immediately!" It was Dumbledore.
This must be serious.
Draco didn't want to leave though, he had to find Harry! He ran through the corridors, shouting his name. No answer, every time. He turned the corner, no Harry. He turned another corner, still no Harry. He turned a third corner, and came face to face with Professor Snape.
"Mr. Malfoy, I believe you should be back at Slytherin right now.", he said.
"I can't, I've lost something." Draco turned to walk past Snape.
"Locomotor mortis."
Damnit!
Snape had put the leg-locker curse on him! But why?
"You won't be finding Mr. Potter, Draco. Especially not in your condition.", Snape laughed maniacally.
That's what you think!
"Quietos!", Draco whispered, as he was lifted up by Snape. He was being carried back to Slytherin. "Tarantalegra!" Snape began doing a quick step and dropped Draco. "What do you think you're doing, Mr. Malfoy?" Draco performed the counter curse for the leg-locker, withdrew his wand and shouted, "Petrificus totalus!" He froze Snape, and began to run away. He turned around to look at Snape. "If something's happened to Harry, I'll come back and use Aveda Kevadra on you!", Draco said harshly. Draco ran down the corridors, checking in every classroom as he passed them. Harry wasn't to be found. Draco nearly gave up hope.
Dumbledore.
Draco set off to find the Head Master. He ran through the halls calling out his name.
"Dumbledore! Dumbledore? PROFESSOR DUMBLEDORE!!!" But he recieved no response. Draco stood in the corridor. Where was everyone? Draco looked infront of him. He was staring at the door to the Great Hall. The giant wooden doors were shut, and there was the same white glowing light, oozing through the cracks.
Draco didn't know whether or not it was safe to open the door, or whether he'd get in trouble if it wasn't what he was looking for, whatever it is. He didn't care whether he would get hurt. He only knew one thing at this time.
I have to find Harry.
Draco put his hand on the door knobs, and pushed the doors open.
Harry awoke, never knowing of what had happened outside his dormitory only a few hours ago. He woke up to another of Neville's daily fits, and Percy's pleas to shut him up. Harry sat near the window, and watched the day dawn. He looked at Hedwig, who was sitting diligently in her cage.
"I don't know anymore Hedwig.", he said. The owl just looked at Harry. "I didn't think you'd understand." Harry got up, and walked to his wardrobe. He put on his uniform and went to breakfeast. He wasn't the first one there. At the faculty table was Snape and McGonagall. Harry wanted to avoid them suddenly, and he lurked away from the dining hall. He was walking around Hogwarts, and not having a particular destination, he found himself outside Slytherin.
The door to Slytherin was bathed in darkness, unlike Gryffindors, which was rather bright. Harry thought this was quite fitting, seeing how the Slytherins are normally bathed in darkness themselves.
Through darkness shines light.
Draco was in the Slytherin bathroom, taking great care in his attire today, although he had nothing special planned.
"All dressed up, eh Draco? Where are you going?", asked Goyle.
"Shut it, Goyle.", Malfoy snapped. Goyle looked hurt. He walked away from Draco, muttering something unrecognizable. Draco realized his feelings were hurt, but he didn't really care.
It was nearly noon, and time for lunch. Draco grabbed his Defense Against The Dark Arts books, and scurried to lunch. He walked over to the Gryffindor table to where Harry was seated with Ron, Hermione, Neville, and Seamus.
"Har-POTTER! 4:00. Same place. Alright?"
Every Gryffindor looked awfully confused. Draco and Harry? Associating together? Everyone turned to look at Harry, who could feel the pressure on him. A bit skeptical of Draco's desires, Harry turned to Malfoy. Before Harry could ask about Malfoy's intentions he was interrupted.
"Well, Potter? I haven't got all day."
Harry narrowed his eyes at Draco's, which seemed to be saying Say yes, Potter, or you'll regret it. A very slight nod came from Harry. Draco grinned and waled away. Harry sighed.
I hope I won't regret this.
*** Four o'clock came, and Harry was the first on the Quidditch field this time. Standing where he and Draco shared the kiss, he waited, very impatiently for him. He heard the bells toll four times. Four o'clock. Draco walked up to Harry not a minute later.
"I knew you'd come, Potter, but we can't be here right now."
"Why not?"
"Hufflepuff's got Quidditch practice.", Malfoy told him. "Come with me."
Malfoy led Harry to the library. There they went inside and hung up their robes. It was too warm in there for them. Harry couldn't believe Draco had led him somewhere like this. There was even more people here than on the Hufflepuff Quidditch team.
"What gives Draco?", Harry asked.
"Follow me," he said, "We're not there yet."
Draco took Harry by the arm, which gave Harry a sharp, tingeling sensation where Draco's fingers were. Draco and Harry rushed past a group of Ravenclaw girls, Cho Chang being one of them, all of whom turned and looked at the recognized enemies as they past. He led him past a Gryffindor or two, and even three Slytherin girls: Millicent Bullstrode, Pansy Parkinson, and a friend. Draco stopped, and Harry almost ran into him.
"Draco, what'd you stop like that for-"
They were in the very back of the library. The restricted section. Draco hopped up onto a table top.
"Potter. Why'd you come?"
"You told me to, remember?"
"Of course I do, but why? Since when does The Boy Who Lived answer my every beck and call?"
"What are you playing at, Malfoy?"
"Didn't I tell you to call me Draco?"
"Don't change the subject, Draco. What do you want?"
Draco hesitated, tyring to ponder in his mind whether he should do it or not. He was looking down at his hands. He looked up at Harry, who looked annoyed and impatient, and figured he had better just say it.
"This."
Draco leapt off the table top and into Harry's surprisingly awaiting arms. Their lips locked together and the two enemies were kissing once more. Even more breath-taking than the first one, Harry felt his heart pounding and wondered if Draco could hear it. When Harry opened his eyes, they were met with the beautiful blue irises of Malfoy. Still held in Draco's arms, Harry shifted.
"We can't do this, Draco."
"Why not?", answered Draco, surprising the both of them. His voice held the sounds of desperation, longing, and even love. Harry's attempt to pull himself away from Draco had ceased and Harry for the first time, noticed how innocent Draco was. He wasn't the only one here who was nervous out of his mind. Draco was feeling the same things Harry was. Harry stared at Draco, trying to comtemplate some kind of answer when Draco leaned in to kiss him again. Losing all regard for anything at this point, Harry just tried to relax- and kissed Draco back.
Draco's hands were around Harry's neck, and Harry wrapped himself around Draco, and pulled him closer, into an even deeper kiss. Draco ran his fingers through Harry's jet black hair, and pushed his head into his. Harry and Draco's tongues were wrestling feriousiously, and hands were scurrying over each other's bodys.
Their lips seperated for a brief moment, only so Harry could whisper "Dissendium."
Draco immediately felt more open with Harry. He hadn't heard him whisper the spell to reveal secret things.
"So, Harry-" Draco managed to get out between moans, "Do you like this?" Draco's voice sounded like a child's, Harry thought as he nodded. Still kissing Draco, he pushed him against the table that he was sitting on only a few minutes before. Draco felt his legs give out and he found himself laying on the table, with Harry atop him. Harry slid his leg between Draco's for more leverage. He grabbed Malfoy's hands and pressedthem hard against the table, next to his head.
Malfoy whispered "Expelliarmus" and disarmed Harry of his shirt.
"Oh, is that how you want to play?" Harry said playfully. He took off Malfoy's cardigan and button down shirt, and undid his tie, kinkily dropping it to the floor. Malfoy grinned and unzipped his pants.
"This, Potter, is how I play." And he grabbed Harry by his black hair and thrust his mouth on his erection, making Harry give him head.
Oh god, this is GREAT. I can't remember when giving Draco Malfoy head wasn't on the top of my agenda!
Meanwhile, Draco was moaning and making unrecognizable sounds, and whispering Harry's name. Harry liked hearing his name, and became more passionate in his doings. Draco was screaming inside, he wanted to scream now, and he didn't care if he was heard all the way in the Dark Forest. He didn't care who heard, or who found out that he was in the back of the library with Harry Potter.
Malfoy never got off like this with a girl, and he had been with plenty, the most recent being revolting Pansy Parkinson. He took the Slytherin girl to the Yule Ball, they shared a kiss, but it was nothing to Malfoy. Nothing able to be compared to what he was doing right this second with Harry fucking Potter.
"Harry.." Draco moaned. Draco came and Harry lapped it up like a cat with milk. "Harry, I want to be with you.", he managed to spit out. Harry's eyes immediately went from looking into space with delight to dead serious and gazing into Malfoy's.
"Really?"
"Yes."
"Draco, I-"
"Oh forget it, Potter. After that you don't even want to.." Draco was near tears.
"You didn't let me finish Draco.", he said. "I'd love to be with you."
Draco's eyes lit up and Harry and him were rolling around, playfully kissing and touching again, when there was a bright white flash, and a loud bang, like a crash of thunder. When the light faded, Harry was gone.
"Harry?" Draco yelled. He put his clothes on and ran throught the library looking for him.
*** A voice was heard all over Hogwarts.
"Students and teachers, report to your dormitories immediately!" It was Dumbledore.
This must be serious.
Draco didn't want to leave though, he had to find Harry! He ran through the corridors, shouting his name. No answer, every time. He turned the corner, no Harry. He turned another corner, still no Harry. He turned a third corner, and came face to face with Professor Snape.
"Mr. Malfoy, I believe you should be back at Slytherin right now.", he said.
"I can't, I've lost something." Draco turned to walk past Snape.
"Locomotor mortis."
Damnit!
Snape had put the leg-locker curse on him! But why?
"You won't be finding Mr. Potter, Draco. Especially not in your condition.", Snape laughed maniacally.
That's what you think!
"Quietos!", Draco whispered, as he was lifted up by Snape. He was being carried back to Slytherin. "Tarantalegra!" Snape began doing a quick step and dropped Draco. "What do you think you're doing, Mr. Malfoy?" Draco performed the counter curse for the leg-locker, withdrew his wand and shouted, "Petrificus totalus!" He froze Snape, and began to run away. He turned around to look at Snape. "If something's happened to Harry, I'll come back and use Aveda Kevadra on you!", Draco said harshly. Draco ran down the corridors, checking in every classroom as he passed them. Harry wasn't to be found. Draco nearly gave up hope.
Dumbledore.
Draco set off to find the Head Master. He ran through the halls calling out his name.
"Dumbledore! Dumbledore? PROFESSOR DUMBLEDORE!!!" But he recieved no response. Draco stood in the corridor. Where was everyone? Draco looked infront of him. He was staring at the door to the Great Hall. The giant wooden doors were shut, and there was the same white glowing light, oozing through the cracks.
Draco didn't know whether or not it was safe to open the door, or whether he'd get in trouble if it wasn't what he was looking for, whatever it is. He didn't care whether he would get hurt. He only knew one thing at this time.
I have to find Harry.
Draco put his hand on the door knobs, and pushed the doors open.