"Sirius?" Called Harry as he came into the Shrieking shack. "Sirius!?" He
called again. After practise he had almost considered skipping dinner, he
hadn't exactly felt like eating. He had caught Draco's glance twice during
dinner and each time both had looked away just as quickly. A few of Harry's
friends had commented that he was extremely quiet at dinner but he had
merely nodded and looked back at his food. As he left the hall he saw
Blaise looking very smug indeed at Harry and then raising an eyebrow and
turning back to Draco. Draco had avoided looking at Harry until he was sure
Harry wouldn't see. Even then he had been caught two out of eight times.
"Harry?" Said Sirius, catching his very distressed looking godson before he got to the bedroom where Remus was now changing. Sirius smiled happily at the thought before returning his gaze and attention to Harry. "What is it?" He asked.
"Uh, well, I wanted to talk to you, and you told me to come anyway, and I wanted to tell you that, uh, the house looks good. Well, from the outside." He smiled sheepishly, carefully avoiding Sirius' penetrating stare.
"And something else I see." Sirius said. Harry looked up shocked. 'What had he seen?' Harry thought to himself. Sirius smiled and took Harry by the shoulders, steering him around and down the stairs into what appeared to be a lounge room. He sat Harry down in a chair and took the chair next to Harry's.
"How do you take your tea?" Asked Sirius. Harry gave him a thankful smile. Trust Sirius to be calm in all situations. It was a pity he hadn't offered cake, Sirius was actually quite a good cook.
"White, one sugar." Harry told him. Sirius nodded and waved his wand. On the table in front of them appeared a tray with tea and biscuits on it. Sirius leaned forward and grabbed both cups of tea, handing one of them to Harry and taking the other for himself. There was another cup of tea which Harry assumed was for Remus, where ever he was.
"So Harry." Said Sirius, taking a sip of his tea. "What is it you really wanted to tell me?" He asked. Harry looked down at the ground, considering what to say. What could he tell him anyway? He couldn't explain why what had happened with Draco had happened. It just did. He couldn't even remember the feelings and emotions. He couldn't tell Sirius why he had, had…
"I kissed Draco Malfoy." He said. Sirius almost dropped his tea.
"What!?" He said. "Harry, are you thinking alright, did you hurt yourself?" Harry shook his head. Sirius took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Right, sorry Harry, it's just, well, I thought you hated Draco." Harry was surprised to hear Sirius call Malfoy by his first name but quickly nodded.
"I do!" He said. "I do hate him, well not hate, but extreme dislike. And I don't know what happened. I just, well, kissed him." Sirius nodded his head. Harry continued. "And he kissed me at the same time. I don't think he knew why either. Then we just sort of, well, left." He explained all this while looking down to the rug on the floor, now he returned his gaze to Sirius'. Sirius set his mug down on the table and moved over to hug Harry. Harry also replaced his barely touched tea and accepted the hug gratefully. Sirius only rose when Remus entered the room.
"Are you going to tell him?" Sirius whispered in Harry's ear. Harry nodded and looked up at Remus. His teacher and friend smiled at him, Harry's attempted smile faltered and returned again. He knew Remus was more than a friend and teacher. He was like a family member. Sirius and Remus had gratefully stepped in to take care of Harry in his parents' absence. Harry knew that Sirius would have preferred to raise Harry from the start, but was more than willing to step in half way through. Harry loved them both dearly and considered Sirius to be much like a father figure.
Harry told Remus what had happened and with both of them there encouraging him, he was able to give more of an account of what had happened. When it was quite late, Sirius and Remus accompanied him back to the castle and said goodnight.
Meanwhile, in the Slytherin common room;
"Shit!" Said Blaise. "You're serious? I thought you wanted Seamus." He smiled at Draco's glare and then calmed down. "Sorry Draco it's just, well, amusing. Mind you, though I'm straight, I do consider Harry to be quite cute!" He said in a quiet voice. There were a few scattered Slytherin's left in the dungeon and though it was quite late, they showed no sign of tiring any time soon.
"I don't though. I have an extreme dislike toward him and for some reason tonight I kissed him, even though I would never consider it any other time. What is wrong with me? I may be gay but Harry is just out of the question." He finished. He seemed not to notice that he had used Harry's first name, but Blaise did.
"Harry now is it?" He said playfully. "What happened to Potter? Now I'm starting to get the full picture. You really do like him. You probably love him, though I doubt you're willing to admit it. C'mon Draco, go talk to him again. You might be rewarded with another making out session. From the sounds of things that's what you want."
Blaise dodged the back of Draco's hand as it went flying towards his face.
"You're not very helpful you know." Said Draco. "I almost took your last advice. And I was beginning the process of explaining the dreams to Potter when–"
"You guys started acting it out instead." Finished Blaise with an evil smile. Draco glared and stood up.
"Thank you for that little piece of input Blaise. I think I'll go and send an owl to my father now. Goodbye." He turned toward the door and left Blaise sitting, laughing silently at Draco's retreating back.
"You wont last five minutes without him." Whispered Blaise.
Harry sat in the common room for a while. He knew he wouldn't be able to sleep if he didn't get these thoughts about Draco out of his mind. He couldn't stop recalling the image of Draco, standing before him. The feel of his tongue was so silky and smooth, his hands on Harry's shoulders were…
"No!" Harry told himself. "I'm going to see Hedwig." He sighed and stood up, grabbing his invisibility cloak and heading out the portrait hole.
"Who's there?" Asked the fat lady. Harry ignored her and kept walking.
Draco sat down with his parchment and quill. He didn't know what to write. Actually he had never really wanted to send a letter to his father, he just wanted to think. He sat in the owlery, staring up at the many shelves and perches, each with twenty or more owls on them. Draco had his own owl, though he didn't like it. It was a huge Eagle owl. He had begged his father for a Snowy but he had refused, saying 'Eagle owls are much faster.' Trust Har, Potter to get a Snowy owl. Draco put the quill and parchment down on the seat beside him and gazed up into the many owls. He wanted to fly but since it was dark, and they were meant to be in their dorms, Draco had considered it rather risky. He was about to pick up his parchment when the door opened. Draco stared at it but there was no one there. Then, slowly and carefully, it closed again. Draco narrowed his eyes and looked around the room. He noticed some of the straw crunching flat in some places on the floor. Draco stood up.
"Who's the…" He trailed off as he saw a cloak being removed and Harry Potter standing there.
Harry looked at Draco, scared for a moment, then just wishing he had not come. He had the cloak half off when Draco had spoken. Harry now had the silvery cloak held tight in his hand and was staring incredulously at Draco. What was he doing here? Harry quickly moved the cloak behind him, though it was quite obviously too late. Draco was staring wide eyed at Harry.
"What the hell is that?" He asked, pointing at Harry's cloak.
"It was my Dad's." Harry replied, avoiding the question.
"I didn't ask for a family history Potter, what is it?" Draco derided. Harry glared.
"A cloak." He said simply.
"Quite clearly not just any cloak." Draco said annoyed. Harry was plainly not going to explain anything so Draco decided to drop it. "I came here for peace Potter. Trust you to come and ruin it." He said.
"Well I came here because I couldn't get the thoughts out of my mind about…" He trailed off. "Maybe it's good I came." He said, regaining his courage. "What was that about on the Quidditch pitch today." He said.
"I could ask you the same thing, why did you kiss me Potter?" Draco retorted.
"I distinctly remember you kissing me as well, not to mention your, your…"
"My what, Potter?"
"Your tongue!" Spat Harry. He couldn't believe he was even having this conversation with Draco. Why was he having it? Draco advanced on him.
"So what are you doing here Potter?" Draco asked malevolently.
"I came to see my owl." Harry replied. "Hedwig."
"Head wig?" Asked Draco. "What kind of a name is that?"
"Well had it been an eagle or hawk I would have called it Ferio, howev–"
"Blast of wind hey?" He said. Draco was fluent in Latin and Ferio was one of his favourite words. He almost smiled, but remembering Harry's presence, and the events that afternoon, quickly stopped himself. Harry came a few steps closer and Draco would have stepped back but he saw nothing but loathing and distaste in his eyes.
"What?" Asked Draco. "Didn't know what it meant?"
"I did actually. I just didn't realise you spoke Latin."
"Well of course I do. And you? Or does your intellect not match up to that."
"Evidently not. I do not speak Latin, it just interests me."
"I see." Said Draco, fearing the rising emotions he was feeling.
"Indeed." Harry replied, dreading the overpowering feelings inside of him.
Draco stepped forward, Harry followed suit. Draco struggled to keep his hands at his side, but they slowly rose to meet Harry's face. Harry tried to bury his hands in his invisibility cloak, which soon dropped to the ground as Harry reached forward to hold Draco's waist. Both leaned forward, knowing well what was coming, unable to stop themselves from seeking what they desired so much. Their lips met and each of them promptly pulled the other towards them. Draco's tongue slid out and ran across Harry's lower lip. Harry opened his mouth and slipped out his tongue to meet Draco's. Draco's hands moved back from Harry's face down to his neck and around to link at the back. Both now had their eyes closed and bodies pressed together. The kiss deepened and Harry and Draco indulged in the simple perfection of it, neither ever having felt this way before with any other. This time the kiss lasted longer than the last. Draco stepped forward, moving Harry over to the wall and pushing him against it. Harry ran his hands down Draco's back and up again, moving them under Draco's shirt. Three minutes passed without a pause, then, both desperately needing air, they pulled apart, though just their faces, keeping their bodies together. Harry stared at the amazingly perfect person in front of him. Draco watched the innocent being he was holding. They stood for barely thirty seconds before returning to the kiss. Harry initiated it, Draco followed quickly. Draco's mouth eventually left Harry's, moving to his neck. Harry let his head fall back until it softly met the wall, running his hands through Draco's hair which was, for the first time Harry had ever seen, ungelled and hanging smoothly down around his face.
Then Draco stepped back, shaking his head and staring at Harry's neck.
"Oh God." He said. "I'm sorry." Both Harry and Draco seemed surprised to hear Draco say the word 'sorry' and stared at each other. Their gaze met and locked again. Draco approached Harry and then stopped himself. He pulled out his wand and Harry was afraid he was going to utter the killing curse before he said something else and a small flicker of golden light floated out of his wand. Harry watched it move towards him and gave Draco a confused stare.
"Curing spell." He said as the golden light made contact with Harry's neck. Harry felt an extremely relaxed feeling spread through him. He closed his eyes and opened them quickly when he felt Draco's lips on his own, just briefly, just once, then they were gone. Harry, still standing with his back on the wall, watched Draco turn to the door and run his fingers through his hair before opening the door and leaving.
Harry picked up his invisibility cloak and decided on a new plan. He took Draco's parchment and quill and began to write to the only person who would understand.
Harry woke early the next morning, as usual, though this time Seamus was awake. Harry and Seamus went down to the Great hall to have an early breakfast. It was about 6:00 when they got there because Seamus had spent a little while getting ready. The arrived to find Draco sitting at the Slytherin table with Blaise and two Ravenclaw 5th years were beside them, obsessing over them, though only Blaise was paying any attention.
"I think" said Seamus with his beautiful Irish accent, "that though I was going to add Blaise Zabini to my list, I will have to discount him. It looks as if he's, well, straight. Don't you think?" He turned to Harry who was paying close attention to his cereal, though still listening to Seamus.
"Ah, well, he could be Bi you know." Harry said supportively.
"Yeah but, well, he would be paying more attention to Draco, not those ugly girls."
Harry laughed. "You only call them ugly because you're not interested."
"Yeah" said Seamus, drifting off into dreams about Draco and Blaise.
Harry sat beside him, considering whether or not to tell him about Draco. He finally decided he would. "Seamus." He said. Seamus instantly turned his attention away from the Slytherin's and back to Harry.
"Yes?" He said, sensing Harry's disturbed tone.
"Well, the other night, after Quidditch practise, and I'm only telling you because I think you would understand. Well, Draco was flying and…" He trailed off.
Seamus took up the talking. "And you realised how incredibly sexy he is, right?"
Harry laughed, though not a true laugh. "That too." He said.
"Ah" Seamus sighed. "I knew you'd come around." He laughed and smiled. Harry was pleased to have Seamus' presence. He had a tone that said simply 'you can never really screw up', in an Irish accent of course. Harry continued.
"But the thing is, he landed, and came to talk to me, and we…"
"You did!" Said Seamus disbelievingly. "Oh God, did you?"
"What?" asked Harry, concerned that Seamus' mind might be jumping to unnecessary conclusions, not to mention disturbing.
"Did you kiss him?" Whispered Seamus. He glanced over at the Slytherin table, the girls had left Blaise and Draco to talk.
"How did you know?" Harry asked.
"Because it was me in disguise." Seamus joked. He sniggered when he saw Harry's horrified face. "Just joking." He said. "I've practically lived with you for six years Harry. I know you pretty well. Besides, if you were trying to tell me you had a fight with him, you wouldn't have had any trouble." Harry nodded. "Did he kiss you?" Seamus asked. Harry nodded again.
"But the thing is, I saw him in the owlery last night."
"And you made out?" Asked Seamus. Harry nodded, thinking to himself that Seamus was quite scary the way he was guessing all these things.
"And he said 'sorry' to me. Not about the kiss though, well, sort of." Harry told him. Seamus nodded. "I was sure he had a heart, just depends who he decides to give it to. It appears, Harry, he chose you." Harry stared at Seamus with a raised eyebrow. "Come now." Seamus said. "I want to go and find out if Blaise is straight or bi." He stood up dragging Harry with him. Harry didn't want to come but made no struggle, he didn't want to look stupid. They made their way over to the Slytherin table. Draco watched them angrily, though with a strange look of need and want in his eyes. Seamus sat down next to Blaise with a smile on his face. Blaise held out his hand and Seamus shook it. Seamus had no fear in any circumstances. He smiled and held out his hand for Draco to shake as well. Draco shook it and nodded without smiling. Harry shook Blaise's hand and then when he went to shake Draco's hand they both held the others hand for longer than they would have in normal circumstances.
"So" Said Seamus with a smile. "I was just thinking, that I haven't exactly spoken much to you, either of you. I realise there are obvious boundaries, but I am going to cross them to ask you some questions." Draco and Blaise looked fairly taken aback by the sudden outburst from the Irish boy.
"OK" said Blaise. "Ask then."
Seamus smiled and turned to Blaise. "Are you straight or Bi. I assumed you weren't gay since you were showing interest in those girls." Blaise raised an eyebrow.
"Bi actually." He said, smiling at the interested look Seamus gave him. Harry shook his head, a slight smile on his face. Seamus was about to cross another border though, a big one.
"Draco, straight, bi or gay?" He asked. Draco glared.
"What business is it of yours, Finnegan?" He asked.
"Gay then." Said Seamus with a smile. "Harry and I are both gay too, though not with each other. I am with Dean, he's bi." Harry dropped his head in his hands. He was considering leaving but he knew Seamus would get pissed at him.
"Gay Potter?" Draco asked with a wicked smile.
"And it appears so are you." Harry replied, his hands slightly muffling his voice.
"Yet for my part I have not yet admitted it. Therefore there could possibly be no truth in your accusations."
"Yet it seems there is." Harry said.
"Anyway!" Seamus butted in.
"I'm bi." Said Draco, surprising them all. Harry raised his head from his hands.
"You had me fooled." Blaise told him. "But I fooled you all too, not you Draco. I have a boyfriend." He said in dreamy voice. Draco half smiled then looked away. "He goes to Beaubateaux, he's an elf." Blaise finished.
"An elf?" Said Harry dubiously. "An elf goes to beaubateaux." He was imagining a small person with spiked ears, like the elves that people thought helped Santa Clause at Christmas, though he had read part of a book, very famous, lord of the rings. In that book the elves had been as tall as humans but absolutely perfect beings.
"Yes." Blaise said, half offended. "An elf, as in J.R.R. Tolkien's elves." Harry now remembered and smiled at Blaise.
"I see." Harry said. Draco spoke quietly.
"Blaise deserves nothing less. We have fun during the school terms, but that's about it." He said. Harry shook his head roughly to rid his mind of the thoughts of Blaise and Draco 'having fun' and set his brain back to the conversation.
"You don't suppose I could join in your 'fun', do you?" Asked Seamus slowly. To his and Harry's surprise, Blaise leaned forward and kissed Seamus.
"No" He said sitting back. "You're taken. He's at your school so you have no excuse." He told him.
"Dean and I are casual. He get's with other people and I, well, not so often." His accent thickened as he said the last bit, as if hoping they wouldn't understand.
"Except Harry I assume." Asked Draco. The other three stared at him.
"Uh, Malfoy," Harry started.
"You just said," Seamus continued.
"Harry's first name." Blaise finished. Draco stared at them, hiding his surprise at his own actions. He shrugged.
"So do you Seamus?" He asked again.
"Uh, sometimes." Seamus muttered. "But you should try it." He said, hoping Draco would admit that he had.
"I'm sure it is wonderful." Draco said. He caught Harry's eye and their gaze locked. Harry blinked once as Draco stood up. Harry stood as well. Seamus and Blaise sat transfixed in their seats. They had some inkling of what was going on. They glanced at each other then back at their friends. Their mouths dropped open. Harry and Draco were wrapped in each other's arms, their mouths locked in a fierce kiss. Harry pulled away from Draco for a moment but Draco quickly pulled him back.
Draco didn't know why or how it had happened. He had caught Harry's gaze and it held. The next thing he knew he was kissing Harry with as much passion as the night before. His fingers ran through Harry's hair, his tongue slipped inside his mouth, his lips moved with Harry's, their bodies aligned perfectly. He heard Harry groan gently in his throat and he smiled. Harry was so perfect, so innocent, so, so…
Harry held Draco tightly and groaned again, this time slightly loader. He heard Draco whimper slightly. Harry was so happy when in Draco's arms. It was so pure. And the fact that it was Draco was so alluring. He was beautiful and, at the same time, strangely forbidden. Harry doubted that many people would understand he and Draco being together, if they ever got together. Though Harry supposed they were.
"Oh My God!" Harry and Draco pulled apart as soon as they heard the yell. They swung around to see Ron and Hermione standing near the Griffindor table. Hermione dropped into the nearest chair, her hand over her mouth. Ron had his hands clenched in fists at his sides. His face showed nothing but pure fury. Harry swallowed deeply before grabbing Seamus' wrist and running out of the hall. Once they were a few corridors away Harry stopped and let go of Seamus' arm.
"What was that for?" Seamus asked with a rather angry expression. "It's not like Ron's going to think it was his imagination, and I was having a nice little talk with Blaise while you and Draco were snogging."
"We were not snogging!" Harry said, still catching his breath. "We were kissing." He leant back against the wall and slid down to the ground, his head in his hands. What had he been thinking? In the middle of the Great hall? What if it had been a teacher that walked in? What if it had been Snape? Harry sighed. He couldn't believe what he had just done. What would Ron do?
"I'm sorry Harry." said Seamus, seeing Harry's anguished face. "I shouldn't have gotten so angry at you." He kissed Harry quickly on the forehead, a simple sign of affection from the young Irish boy. Harry nodded and looked up at Seamus who smiled down at Harry. "It's alright Harry, everything will be alright." Seamus never felt as if anything would not be alright. Harry was pleased to have his optimistic personality around. He stood up with Seamus and they walked back to the Griffindor common room to get their books for class.
Harry passed the next few days without confrontation with either Ron or Draco. Harry was not pleased to have Ron not talking to him but he was content with spending more time with Dean and Seamus, and was rewarded with some pleasurable times with Seamus who pitied Harry and since Dean was spending time with some girl, Seamus didn't want to spend much time with him anyway. Harry and Seamus had a lot of fun after Quidditch practise and the like.
One night Harry and Seamus stayed after the rest of the team had gone back to the Griffindor tower. Seamus was all over Harry as soon as the last person had left. He took him into the change rooms and pushed him up against the broom cupboard, kissing him feverishly. Harry smiled at Seamus' enthusiasm, but not at his kissing. Harry could tell it was just not the same as when Draco kissed him. He had wanted Draco so badly since their last episode in the Great hall. Harry was now constantly woken with dreams of Draco, though he didn't want to wake. Now they were not about Draco kissing him. Sometimes they went further than kissing, but the main ones were just images of Draco. Harry was constantly in awe of his beauty, his perfect figure and posture. He secretly stole glances of Draco most of their lessons together and always in the halls. Harry and Draco had not spoken, but had also not had one of their usual hallway brawls. Both of them knew the danger and neither of them wanted it to go further than Ron and Hermione.
Harry was awoken from his thoughts as Seamus started to undo Harry's pants. Harry laughed softly and kissed Seamus, before setting to work on his shirt. Seamus had not spent much time with Dean. Harry hoped they had not broken up, they were a cute couple. Harry removed Seamus' shirt and moved onto his own. Seamus had now successfully gotten Harry's pants off, though the task was difficult since he was doing it at the same time as kissing Harry. Harry unbuttoned his shirt and moved onto Seamus' pants. Seamus gasped as Harry pushed his hands underneath the waistband of his boxer shorts. Harry smiled and kissed him again. He and Seamus had moved into the showers now and were safely hidden from anyone who should perchance look into the change rooms, unless they were searching for something. Harry closed the door of the shower behind them and continued with Seamus.
"God, you're so fucking sexy." Said Seamus, his accent more thick than Harry had heard it in some time. He smiled.
"Yes well, I know." He said, running his hands through the Irish boys sandy hair. He loved it so much, short-cropped and spiky. Though he preferred Draco's, about jaw-length, silver blonde, and always gelled back, perfectly. Though more than his hair, Harry loved Draco's eyes. Silver in the moonlight, grey in the sun, eternal depths of perception, cold surfaces that glared automatically as though the owner had only ever been hurt. As though he had never loved, except when he looked at Harry. All the cool surface dripped away to reveal a deep longing as well as a hint of loathing that Harry had always known and expected.
"Um, Harry?" Harry heard a voice, the last voice he expected to hear in the change rooms at the moment. Then another appeared.
"What the fuck are you doing here Weasley?" Harry's eyes opened wide and he stared at Seamus who had stopped halfway down to his knees and was now resting his head on Harry's stomach and most of his weight, through his hands, on Harry's hips. His eyes had opened even wider as he heard the second voice and he was now shaking with fear and apprehension. He slowly stood up, not making a sound. He and Harry were dressed in nothing but boxer shorts, all their clothes being spread out over the rest of the change room. Harry reached for his wand, planning to summon his clothes to him, but realised it was in his trousers out near the lockers. He stood on the shower tap to see over the wall. Harry was deeply concerned because it seemed that this time, Seamus considered them to be in, well, deep shit. Harry peered over the shower wall and saw, just near the corner of the door, Draco standing staring at Ron who was further in and towards the showers. Draco glanced around at the floor.
"Messy you Griffindors aren't you?" He said glancing around at the clothes strewn all over the floor, and one shirt on the top of a locker. Harry held his breath as Ron looked suspiciously around at the clothes.
"Yes." He said slowly. "Some of us are." Harry ducked down as Ron glanced over at the showers. He slipped on one of the taps he had his foot on and Seamus caught him before he crashed on the floor. Seamus, with a strained look on his face, lowered Harry to the ground and silently crept toward the door. Harry shook his head, though he didn't dare make a sound. He watched in horror as Seamus slipped the bolt open and looked out. He quickly retracted his head and closed the door again, without making a sound. Harry moved over to the door. Seamus looked on with silent disapproval and crouched at the back of the shower, narrowly missing a tap. Harry managed to slide the bolt open silently and looked out. He pulled his head in just as Seamus heard a voice from outside.
"Harry? What are you doing in there?" Ron asked. Harry swore inwardly.
"Uh, taking a shower." He said. "Look, uh, can you pass me my clothes?" He asked.
"Which ones are they?" He heard Malfoy ask.
"All of them." He said.
Evidently Draco had gone to pick up some clothes for Harry because the next thing he heard was Ron saying. "Fuck off Malfoy, he's my friend, I'll help him." Harry cringed as he heard Ron insult Draco. He knew he loved Draco, but whether or not the feeling was mutual between them, Harry didn't know. Draco laughed.
"I don't see you being particularly friendly to each other." He said. Harry sighed.
"Here you are Harry." Said Ron, handing the clothes to him. Harry pushed the door shut as soon as he got the clothes.
"Thanks." He said. He threw Seamus his clothes and quickly put his own on. He gave Seamus a look that said 'stay put' and then left the shower.
"Hi Ron, Malfoy." He said, using Draco's last name because of Ron's presence. "What do you both want to talk about? Or are you just here because you like the change rooms?" Harry asked. He felt that his words had been harsh, but not undeserved in Ron's case.
"I wanted to apologize." Ron said, looking down at the ground, then up at Harry who nodded. Ron continued. "I was pretty mean to you." He said. "About the, uh, you and, um, well…" He trailed off and Draco finished for him.
"About me and Harry kissing?" He suggested. Harry would have smiled had Ron not been there. Ron glared at Draco.
"Yes." He said before turning back to Harry. "That." He told him. Harry nodded and sat down on the bench. He was finding it hard to stand up since one minute he was making out with Seamus in the shower, and the next he was hearing apologies from his former best friend at the same time as being in the same room, again, as the most beautiful being Harry knew. He smiled inwardly and looked up at Ron.
"Apology accepted." He said. "I am sorry you had to see it." He said, purposely avoiding apologising for it happening, because he certainly didn't feel sorry.
"Thanks." Said Ron. "Uh, I'll see you back at the common room." He smiled weakly and glanced at Draco briefly before turning and leaving.
Once he was gone Harry decided it was safe for Seamus to come out..
"Seamus." He said.
"Yes?" Asked the Irish boy weakly, making his way out of the shower. Harry smiled as he sat down beside him, now fully dressed.
"Um, I hope I'm not interrupting something." Said Draco, dryly. He sent them both angry looks and then moved over to the seat, though not sitting down.
"What did you want to talk about?" Asked Harry.
"This." Said Draco, simply. He held out a letter, in Harry's handwriting. Harry had completely forgotten about the letter he had written the night Draco had left him alone in the owlery. He was pulled painfully into realisation and reached out to take the letter. Draco pulled it away from Harry's outstretched hand.
"I think I will keep it actually." He said. "But as for the contents." He said. Harry sincerely hoped he would not read it aloud. Draco's tone suddenly turned soft. "Is it true?" He asked. Harry looked down at the ground and nodded. Seamus placed a hand on Harry's back and rubbed it comfortingly. Harry looked back at Draco who was now eyeing him thoughtfully.
"It is exactly what I feel." Harry said.
"It is exactly how I feel." Draco said. For a moment Harry thought Draco was correcting him, but he soon realised that he was explaining that he felt the same thing. Harry saw a slight figure near the door. The lowering sun was behind them so it was a mere silhouette. The person moved silently into the room and, if Harry couldn't feel Seamus' hand on his back, he would have sworn it were Seamus. The person moved into the beam of artificial light coming from the bulb above them. To Harry's surprise he saw Blaise standing before him. Blaise moved silently over to Draco and wrapped his arms around Draco's waist. Draco started slightly before falling carelessly back into Blaise's arms. Blaise rested his chin on Draco's shoulder and stared at Harry and Seamus. Seamus looked up at Blaise, taking in every inch of his well designed and well kept body. His black hair was short and spiked, like Seamus', and his pale face was only just less pointed than Draco's. Harry noticed Seamus staring at Blaise with a whole new light in his eyes. Harry thought for a moment about the two of them, but the thought soon passed. Harry looked back up at Draco who now had his head rested back on Blaise's shoulder, his eyes closed. Harry thought they looked quite peaceful together. Then Draco brought his head back up to face Harry.
"I just wanted to know." He said, removing himself from Blaise's arms. Blaise moved quietly over and sat beside Seamus who had not stopped staring at him. Harry stood up and walked over to Draco who stood still as he always had, posture perfect, and unmoving. Harry stopped a few paces from Draco and looked him up and down. He now noticed that Draco was wearing his leather pants again, under his robes this time. Harry smiled inwardly at the thought of how they had felt the night in the owlery. He snapped his mind back to the present and looked at Draco, flinching slightly at Draco's steady gaze.
"Is that all you wanted to say?" Harry asked. Draco nodded slightly.
"Yeah, and also, I…" He trailed off and looked down at the ground. Harry held his breath and waited for Draco to continue. He did; "I, I think I…" He stopped again, though this time, holding Harry's stare. Harry felt nothing inside of himself other than a well-known need and desire to have Draco back in his arms. He knew he wouldn't be able to tell anyone, other than those he knew. But Harry some how felt that all he wanted and needed lay somewhere in Draco Malfoy. The boy, the man, who everyone believed Harry to hate, was the only one he loved.
Draco tried to read Harry's expression. He didn't know what to make of it, there was nothing except love in Harry's eyes. Although Draco felt the same love for Harry, he had not expected it to show so strongly in the other's eyes. He took a deep breath and looked Harry up and down. He was actually quite a specimen. Draco looked again into Harry's eyes.
"Draco…" said Harry, his voice quiet and relatively insignificant. Draco, on hearing his name, took a step closer to Harry. They stood, with a few steps between them, staring into each other's eyes. Draco felt his hands rise from his sides. He forced them back down, then he lifted his hands from his sides. He put them on Harry's cheeks and he leant forward.
Harry lifted his arms and placed his hands on Draco's waist and moved himself into the kiss Draco had bestowed upon him. Before now, both of them had had their bodies moved, as if by a puppeteer. Now they were in control and they moved their bodies. Draco willed the 'puppeteer' away and moved his body closer to Harry's. Harry did the same and they were, in moments, locked in a passionate kiss.
Blaise and Seamus each raised an eyebrow then turned to each other, a smile on their faces. They had both been well aware that Draco and Harry were completely madly in love, but now they had each lost their temporary partners. Blaise stood up and offered his hand to Seamus. Seamus took it with a small grin and they left the change rooms, and Draco and Harry, silently.
A moment later, Harry pulled away from Draco, who gave him a slightly sad look and waited patiently for his return. Harry looked confusedly at Draco.
"Draco," He said. "What were you trying to say before?" He asked. Draco smiled.
"I was trying to say," He told Harry. "That I love you." Harry smiled.
"I love you too." He said, pulling Draco back towards him.
It was now nighttime and outside the change rooms the full moon lit everything up. A wolf and a dog made their way around the grounds, headed for the Quidditch pitch. They sat lay down next to each other on the grass and leant their furry bodies against each other. The dog lifted its head slightly and licked the wolf behind the ear. The wolf, making a small sound in his throat, rolled over so his head was under that of the dog, licking his nose in return.
Upon hearing a small sound nearby, they both shot up, facing the Griffindor change rooms. There was a light glowing inside, flickering like a fire. Both wolf and dog made their way over to the door. Looking in they saw a sight, which pleased them and embarrassed them at the same time. Turning their tails they headed off across the fields. The night before them, nothing to break them apart, ever again.
"Harry?" Said Sirius, catching his very distressed looking godson before he got to the bedroom where Remus was now changing. Sirius smiled happily at the thought before returning his gaze and attention to Harry. "What is it?" He asked.
"Uh, well, I wanted to talk to you, and you told me to come anyway, and I wanted to tell you that, uh, the house looks good. Well, from the outside." He smiled sheepishly, carefully avoiding Sirius' penetrating stare.
"And something else I see." Sirius said. Harry looked up shocked. 'What had he seen?' Harry thought to himself. Sirius smiled and took Harry by the shoulders, steering him around and down the stairs into what appeared to be a lounge room. He sat Harry down in a chair and took the chair next to Harry's.
"How do you take your tea?" Asked Sirius. Harry gave him a thankful smile. Trust Sirius to be calm in all situations. It was a pity he hadn't offered cake, Sirius was actually quite a good cook.
"White, one sugar." Harry told him. Sirius nodded and waved his wand. On the table in front of them appeared a tray with tea and biscuits on it. Sirius leaned forward and grabbed both cups of tea, handing one of them to Harry and taking the other for himself. There was another cup of tea which Harry assumed was for Remus, where ever he was.
"So Harry." Said Sirius, taking a sip of his tea. "What is it you really wanted to tell me?" He asked. Harry looked down at the ground, considering what to say. What could he tell him anyway? He couldn't explain why what had happened with Draco had happened. It just did. He couldn't even remember the feelings and emotions. He couldn't tell Sirius why he had, had…
"I kissed Draco Malfoy." He said. Sirius almost dropped his tea.
"What!?" He said. "Harry, are you thinking alright, did you hurt yourself?" Harry shook his head. Sirius took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Right, sorry Harry, it's just, well, I thought you hated Draco." Harry was surprised to hear Sirius call Malfoy by his first name but quickly nodded.
"I do!" He said. "I do hate him, well not hate, but extreme dislike. And I don't know what happened. I just, well, kissed him." Sirius nodded his head. Harry continued. "And he kissed me at the same time. I don't think he knew why either. Then we just sort of, well, left." He explained all this while looking down to the rug on the floor, now he returned his gaze to Sirius'. Sirius set his mug down on the table and moved over to hug Harry. Harry also replaced his barely touched tea and accepted the hug gratefully. Sirius only rose when Remus entered the room.
"Are you going to tell him?" Sirius whispered in Harry's ear. Harry nodded and looked up at Remus. His teacher and friend smiled at him, Harry's attempted smile faltered and returned again. He knew Remus was more than a friend and teacher. He was like a family member. Sirius and Remus had gratefully stepped in to take care of Harry in his parents' absence. Harry knew that Sirius would have preferred to raise Harry from the start, but was more than willing to step in half way through. Harry loved them both dearly and considered Sirius to be much like a father figure.
Harry told Remus what had happened and with both of them there encouraging him, he was able to give more of an account of what had happened. When it was quite late, Sirius and Remus accompanied him back to the castle and said goodnight.
Meanwhile, in the Slytherin common room;
"Shit!" Said Blaise. "You're serious? I thought you wanted Seamus." He smiled at Draco's glare and then calmed down. "Sorry Draco it's just, well, amusing. Mind you, though I'm straight, I do consider Harry to be quite cute!" He said in a quiet voice. There were a few scattered Slytherin's left in the dungeon and though it was quite late, they showed no sign of tiring any time soon.
"I don't though. I have an extreme dislike toward him and for some reason tonight I kissed him, even though I would never consider it any other time. What is wrong with me? I may be gay but Harry is just out of the question." He finished. He seemed not to notice that he had used Harry's first name, but Blaise did.
"Harry now is it?" He said playfully. "What happened to Potter? Now I'm starting to get the full picture. You really do like him. You probably love him, though I doubt you're willing to admit it. C'mon Draco, go talk to him again. You might be rewarded with another making out session. From the sounds of things that's what you want."
Blaise dodged the back of Draco's hand as it went flying towards his face.
"You're not very helpful you know." Said Draco. "I almost took your last advice. And I was beginning the process of explaining the dreams to Potter when–"
"You guys started acting it out instead." Finished Blaise with an evil smile. Draco glared and stood up.
"Thank you for that little piece of input Blaise. I think I'll go and send an owl to my father now. Goodbye." He turned toward the door and left Blaise sitting, laughing silently at Draco's retreating back.
"You wont last five minutes without him." Whispered Blaise.
Harry sat in the common room for a while. He knew he wouldn't be able to sleep if he didn't get these thoughts about Draco out of his mind. He couldn't stop recalling the image of Draco, standing before him. The feel of his tongue was so silky and smooth, his hands on Harry's shoulders were…
"No!" Harry told himself. "I'm going to see Hedwig." He sighed and stood up, grabbing his invisibility cloak and heading out the portrait hole.
"Who's there?" Asked the fat lady. Harry ignored her and kept walking.
Draco sat down with his parchment and quill. He didn't know what to write. Actually he had never really wanted to send a letter to his father, he just wanted to think. He sat in the owlery, staring up at the many shelves and perches, each with twenty or more owls on them. Draco had his own owl, though he didn't like it. It was a huge Eagle owl. He had begged his father for a Snowy but he had refused, saying 'Eagle owls are much faster.' Trust Har, Potter to get a Snowy owl. Draco put the quill and parchment down on the seat beside him and gazed up into the many owls. He wanted to fly but since it was dark, and they were meant to be in their dorms, Draco had considered it rather risky. He was about to pick up his parchment when the door opened. Draco stared at it but there was no one there. Then, slowly and carefully, it closed again. Draco narrowed his eyes and looked around the room. He noticed some of the straw crunching flat in some places on the floor. Draco stood up.
"Who's the…" He trailed off as he saw a cloak being removed and Harry Potter standing there.
Harry looked at Draco, scared for a moment, then just wishing he had not come. He had the cloak half off when Draco had spoken. Harry now had the silvery cloak held tight in his hand and was staring incredulously at Draco. What was he doing here? Harry quickly moved the cloak behind him, though it was quite obviously too late. Draco was staring wide eyed at Harry.
"What the hell is that?" He asked, pointing at Harry's cloak.
"It was my Dad's." Harry replied, avoiding the question.
"I didn't ask for a family history Potter, what is it?" Draco derided. Harry glared.
"A cloak." He said simply.
"Quite clearly not just any cloak." Draco said annoyed. Harry was plainly not going to explain anything so Draco decided to drop it. "I came here for peace Potter. Trust you to come and ruin it." He said.
"Well I came here because I couldn't get the thoughts out of my mind about…" He trailed off. "Maybe it's good I came." He said, regaining his courage. "What was that about on the Quidditch pitch today." He said.
"I could ask you the same thing, why did you kiss me Potter?" Draco retorted.
"I distinctly remember you kissing me as well, not to mention your, your…"
"My what, Potter?"
"Your tongue!" Spat Harry. He couldn't believe he was even having this conversation with Draco. Why was he having it? Draco advanced on him.
"So what are you doing here Potter?" Draco asked malevolently.
"I came to see my owl." Harry replied. "Hedwig."
"Head wig?" Asked Draco. "What kind of a name is that?"
"Well had it been an eagle or hawk I would have called it Ferio, howev–"
"Blast of wind hey?" He said. Draco was fluent in Latin and Ferio was one of his favourite words. He almost smiled, but remembering Harry's presence, and the events that afternoon, quickly stopped himself. Harry came a few steps closer and Draco would have stepped back but he saw nothing but loathing and distaste in his eyes.
"What?" Asked Draco. "Didn't know what it meant?"
"I did actually. I just didn't realise you spoke Latin."
"Well of course I do. And you? Or does your intellect not match up to that."
"Evidently not. I do not speak Latin, it just interests me."
"I see." Said Draco, fearing the rising emotions he was feeling.
"Indeed." Harry replied, dreading the overpowering feelings inside of him.
Draco stepped forward, Harry followed suit. Draco struggled to keep his hands at his side, but they slowly rose to meet Harry's face. Harry tried to bury his hands in his invisibility cloak, which soon dropped to the ground as Harry reached forward to hold Draco's waist. Both leaned forward, knowing well what was coming, unable to stop themselves from seeking what they desired so much. Their lips met and each of them promptly pulled the other towards them. Draco's tongue slid out and ran across Harry's lower lip. Harry opened his mouth and slipped out his tongue to meet Draco's. Draco's hands moved back from Harry's face down to his neck and around to link at the back. Both now had their eyes closed and bodies pressed together. The kiss deepened and Harry and Draco indulged in the simple perfection of it, neither ever having felt this way before with any other. This time the kiss lasted longer than the last. Draco stepped forward, moving Harry over to the wall and pushing him against it. Harry ran his hands down Draco's back and up again, moving them under Draco's shirt. Three minutes passed without a pause, then, both desperately needing air, they pulled apart, though just their faces, keeping their bodies together. Harry stared at the amazingly perfect person in front of him. Draco watched the innocent being he was holding. They stood for barely thirty seconds before returning to the kiss. Harry initiated it, Draco followed quickly. Draco's mouth eventually left Harry's, moving to his neck. Harry let his head fall back until it softly met the wall, running his hands through Draco's hair which was, for the first time Harry had ever seen, ungelled and hanging smoothly down around his face.
Then Draco stepped back, shaking his head and staring at Harry's neck.
"Oh God." He said. "I'm sorry." Both Harry and Draco seemed surprised to hear Draco say the word 'sorry' and stared at each other. Their gaze met and locked again. Draco approached Harry and then stopped himself. He pulled out his wand and Harry was afraid he was going to utter the killing curse before he said something else and a small flicker of golden light floated out of his wand. Harry watched it move towards him and gave Draco a confused stare.
"Curing spell." He said as the golden light made contact with Harry's neck. Harry felt an extremely relaxed feeling spread through him. He closed his eyes and opened them quickly when he felt Draco's lips on his own, just briefly, just once, then they were gone. Harry, still standing with his back on the wall, watched Draco turn to the door and run his fingers through his hair before opening the door and leaving.
Harry picked up his invisibility cloak and decided on a new plan. He took Draco's parchment and quill and began to write to the only person who would understand.
Harry woke early the next morning, as usual, though this time Seamus was awake. Harry and Seamus went down to the Great hall to have an early breakfast. It was about 6:00 when they got there because Seamus had spent a little while getting ready. The arrived to find Draco sitting at the Slytherin table with Blaise and two Ravenclaw 5th years were beside them, obsessing over them, though only Blaise was paying any attention.
"I think" said Seamus with his beautiful Irish accent, "that though I was going to add Blaise Zabini to my list, I will have to discount him. It looks as if he's, well, straight. Don't you think?" He turned to Harry who was paying close attention to his cereal, though still listening to Seamus.
"Ah, well, he could be Bi you know." Harry said supportively.
"Yeah but, well, he would be paying more attention to Draco, not those ugly girls."
Harry laughed. "You only call them ugly because you're not interested."
"Yeah" said Seamus, drifting off into dreams about Draco and Blaise.
Harry sat beside him, considering whether or not to tell him about Draco. He finally decided he would. "Seamus." He said. Seamus instantly turned his attention away from the Slytherin's and back to Harry.
"Yes?" He said, sensing Harry's disturbed tone.
"Well, the other night, after Quidditch practise, and I'm only telling you because I think you would understand. Well, Draco was flying and…" He trailed off.
Seamus took up the talking. "And you realised how incredibly sexy he is, right?"
Harry laughed, though not a true laugh. "That too." He said.
"Ah" Seamus sighed. "I knew you'd come around." He laughed and smiled. Harry was pleased to have Seamus' presence. He had a tone that said simply 'you can never really screw up', in an Irish accent of course. Harry continued.
"But the thing is, he landed, and came to talk to me, and we…"
"You did!" Said Seamus disbelievingly. "Oh God, did you?"
"What?" asked Harry, concerned that Seamus' mind might be jumping to unnecessary conclusions, not to mention disturbing.
"Did you kiss him?" Whispered Seamus. He glanced over at the Slytherin table, the girls had left Blaise and Draco to talk.
"How did you know?" Harry asked.
"Because it was me in disguise." Seamus joked. He sniggered when he saw Harry's horrified face. "Just joking." He said. "I've practically lived with you for six years Harry. I know you pretty well. Besides, if you were trying to tell me you had a fight with him, you wouldn't have had any trouble." Harry nodded. "Did he kiss you?" Seamus asked. Harry nodded again.
"But the thing is, I saw him in the owlery last night."
"And you made out?" Asked Seamus. Harry nodded, thinking to himself that Seamus was quite scary the way he was guessing all these things.
"And he said 'sorry' to me. Not about the kiss though, well, sort of." Harry told him. Seamus nodded. "I was sure he had a heart, just depends who he decides to give it to. It appears, Harry, he chose you." Harry stared at Seamus with a raised eyebrow. "Come now." Seamus said. "I want to go and find out if Blaise is straight or bi." He stood up dragging Harry with him. Harry didn't want to come but made no struggle, he didn't want to look stupid. They made their way over to the Slytherin table. Draco watched them angrily, though with a strange look of need and want in his eyes. Seamus sat down next to Blaise with a smile on his face. Blaise held out his hand and Seamus shook it. Seamus had no fear in any circumstances. He smiled and held out his hand for Draco to shake as well. Draco shook it and nodded without smiling. Harry shook Blaise's hand and then when he went to shake Draco's hand they both held the others hand for longer than they would have in normal circumstances.
"So" Said Seamus with a smile. "I was just thinking, that I haven't exactly spoken much to you, either of you. I realise there are obvious boundaries, but I am going to cross them to ask you some questions." Draco and Blaise looked fairly taken aback by the sudden outburst from the Irish boy.
"OK" said Blaise. "Ask then."
Seamus smiled and turned to Blaise. "Are you straight or Bi. I assumed you weren't gay since you were showing interest in those girls." Blaise raised an eyebrow.
"Bi actually." He said, smiling at the interested look Seamus gave him. Harry shook his head, a slight smile on his face. Seamus was about to cross another border though, a big one.
"Draco, straight, bi or gay?" He asked. Draco glared.
"What business is it of yours, Finnegan?" He asked.
"Gay then." Said Seamus with a smile. "Harry and I are both gay too, though not with each other. I am with Dean, he's bi." Harry dropped his head in his hands. He was considering leaving but he knew Seamus would get pissed at him.
"Gay Potter?" Draco asked with a wicked smile.
"And it appears so are you." Harry replied, his hands slightly muffling his voice.
"Yet for my part I have not yet admitted it. Therefore there could possibly be no truth in your accusations."
"Yet it seems there is." Harry said.
"Anyway!" Seamus butted in.
"I'm bi." Said Draco, surprising them all. Harry raised his head from his hands.
"You had me fooled." Blaise told him. "But I fooled you all too, not you Draco. I have a boyfriend." He said in dreamy voice. Draco half smiled then looked away. "He goes to Beaubateaux, he's an elf." Blaise finished.
"An elf?" Said Harry dubiously. "An elf goes to beaubateaux." He was imagining a small person with spiked ears, like the elves that people thought helped Santa Clause at Christmas, though he had read part of a book, very famous, lord of the rings. In that book the elves had been as tall as humans but absolutely perfect beings.
"Yes." Blaise said, half offended. "An elf, as in J.R.R. Tolkien's elves." Harry now remembered and smiled at Blaise.
"I see." Harry said. Draco spoke quietly.
"Blaise deserves nothing less. We have fun during the school terms, but that's about it." He said. Harry shook his head roughly to rid his mind of the thoughts of Blaise and Draco 'having fun' and set his brain back to the conversation.
"You don't suppose I could join in your 'fun', do you?" Asked Seamus slowly. To his and Harry's surprise, Blaise leaned forward and kissed Seamus.
"No" He said sitting back. "You're taken. He's at your school so you have no excuse." He told him.
"Dean and I are casual. He get's with other people and I, well, not so often." His accent thickened as he said the last bit, as if hoping they wouldn't understand.
"Except Harry I assume." Asked Draco. The other three stared at him.
"Uh, Malfoy," Harry started.
"You just said," Seamus continued.
"Harry's first name." Blaise finished. Draco stared at them, hiding his surprise at his own actions. He shrugged.
"So do you Seamus?" He asked again.
"Uh, sometimes." Seamus muttered. "But you should try it." He said, hoping Draco would admit that he had.
"I'm sure it is wonderful." Draco said. He caught Harry's eye and their gaze locked. Harry blinked once as Draco stood up. Harry stood as well. Seamus and Blaise sat transfixed in their seats. They had some inkling of what was going on. They glanced at each other then back at their friends. Their mouths dropped open. Harry and Draco were wrapped in each other's arms, their mouths locked in a fierce kiss. Harry pulled away from Draco for a moment but Draco quickly pulled him back.
Draco didn't know why or how it had happened. He had caught Harry's gaze and it held. The next thing he knew he was kissing Harry with as much passion as the night before. His fingers ran through Harry's hair, his tongue slipped inside his mouth, his lips moved with Harry's, their bodies aligned perfectly. He heard Harry groan gently in his throat and he smiled. Harry was so perfect, so innocent, so, so…
Harry held Draco tightly and groaned again, this time slightly loader. He heard Draco whimper slightly. Harry was so happy when in Draco's arms. It was so pure. And the fact that it was Draco was so alluring. He was beautiful and, at the same time, strangely forbidden. Harry doubted that many people would understand he and Draco being together, if they ever got together. Though Harry supposed they were.
"Oh My God!" Harry and Draco pulled apart as soon as they heard the yell. They swung around to see Ron and Hermione standing near the Griffindor table. Hermione dropped into the nearest chair, her hand over her mouth. Ron had his hands clenched in fists at his sides. His face showed nothing but pure fury. Harry swallowed deeply before grabbing Seamus' wrist and running out of the hall. Once they were a few corridors away Harry stopped and let go of Seamus' arm.
"What was that for?" Seamus asked with a rather angry expression. "It's not like Ron's going to think it was his imagination, and I was having a nice little talk with Blaise while you and Draco were snogging."
"We were not snogging!" Harry said, still catching his breath. "We were kissing." He leant back against the wall and slid down to the ground, his head in his hands. What had he been thinking? In the middle of the Great hall? What if it had been a teacher that walked in? What if it had been Snape? Harry sighed. He couldn't believe what he had just done. What would Ron do?
"I'm sorry Harry." said Seamus, seeing Harry's anguished face. "I shouldn't have gotten so angry at you." He kissed Harry quickly on the forehead, a simple sign of affection from the young Irish boy. Harry nodded and looked up at Seamus who smiled down at Harry. "It's alright Harry, everything will be alright." Seamus never felt as if anything would not be alright. Harry was pleased to have his optimistic personality around. He stood up with Seamus and they walked back to the Griffindor common room to get their books for class.
Harry passed the next few days without confrontation with either Ron or Draco. Harry was not pleased to have Ron not talking to him but he was content with spending more time with Dean and Seamus, and was rewarded with some pleasurable times with Seamus who pitied Harry and since Dean was spending time with some girl, Seamus didn't want to spend much time with him anyway. Harry and Seamus had a lot of fun after Quidditch practise and the like.
One night Harry and Seamus stayed after the rest of the team had gone back to the Griffindor tower. Seamus was all over Harry as soon as the last person had left. He took him into the change rooms and pushed him up against the broom cupboard, kissing him feverishly. Harry smiled at Seamus' enthusiasm, but not at his kissing. Harry could tell it was just not the same as when Draco kissed him. He had wanted Draco so badly since their last episode in the Great hall. Harry was now constantly woken with dreams of Draco, though he didn't want to wake. Now they were not about Draco kissing him. Sometimes they went further than kissing, but the main ones were just images of Draco. Harry was constantly in awe of his beauty, his perfect figure and posture. He secretly stole glances of Draco most of their lessons together and always in the halls. Harry and Draco had not spoken, but had also not had one of their usual hallway brawls. Both of them knew the danger and neither of them wanted it to go further than Ron and Hermione.
Harry was awoken from his thoughts as Seamus started to undo Harry's pants. Harry laughed softly and kissed Seamus, before setting to work on his shirt. Seamus had not spent much time with Dean. Harry hoped they had not broken up, they were a cute couple. Harry removed Seamus' shirt and moved onto his own. Seamus had now successfully gotten Harry's pants off, though the task was difficult since he was doing it at the same time as kissing Harry. Harry unbuttoned his shirt and moved onto Seamus' pants. Seamus gasped as Harry pushed his hands underneath the waistband of his boxer shorts. Harry smiled and kissed him again. He and Seamus had moved into the showers now and were safely hidden from anyone who should perchance look into the change rooms, unless they were searching for something. Harry closed the door of the shower behind them and continued with Seamus.
"God, you're so fucking sexy." Said Seamus, his accent more thick than Harry had heard it in some time. He smiled.
"Yes well, I know." He said, running his hands through the Irish boys sandy hair. He loved it so much, short-cropped and spiky. Though he preferred Draco's, about jaw-length, silver blonde, and always gelled back, perfectly. Though more than his hair, Harry loved Draco's eyes. Silver in the moonlight, grey in the sun, eternal depths of perception, cold surfaces that glared automatically as though the owner had only ever been hurt. As though he had never loved, except when he looked at Harry. All the cool surface dripped away to reveal a deep longing as well as a hint of loathing that Harry had always known and expected.
"Um, Harry?" Harry heard a voice, the last voice he expected to hear in the change rooms at the moment. Then another appeared.
"What the fuck are you doing here Weasley?" Harry's eyes opened wide and he stared at Seamus who had stopped halfway down to his knees and was now resting his head on Harry's stomach and most of his weight, through his hands, on Harry's hips. His eyes had opened even wider as he heard the second voice and he was now shaking with fear and apprehension. He slowly stood up, not making a sound. He and Harry were dressed in nothing but boxer shorts, all their clothes being spread out over the rest of the change room. Harry reached for his wand, planning to summon his clothes to him, but realised it was in his trousers out near the lockers. He stood on the shower tap to see over the wall. Harry was deeply concerned because it seemed that this time, Seamus considered them to be in, well, deep shit. Harry peered over the shower wall and saw, just near the corner of the door, Draco standing staring at Ron who was further in and towards the showers. Draco glanced around at the floor.
"Messy you Griffindors aren't you?" He said glancing around at the clothes strewn all over the floor, and one shirt on the top of a locker. Harry held his breath as Ron looked suspiciously around at the clothes.
"Yes." He said slowly. "Some of us are." Harry ducked down as Ron glanced over at the showers. He slipped on one of the taps he had his foot on and Seamus caught him before he crashed on the floor. Seamus, with a strained look on his face, lowered Harry to the ground and silently crept toward the door. Harry shook his head, though he didn't dare make a sound. He watched in horror as Seamus slipped the bolt open and looked out. He quickly retracted his head and closed the door again, without making a sound. Harry moved over to the door. Seamus looked on with silent disapproval and crouched at the back of the shower, narrowly missing a tap. Harry managed to slide the bolt open silently and looked out. He pulled his head in just as Seamus heard a voice from outside.
"Harry? What are you doing in there?" Ron asked. Harry swore inwardly.
"Uh, taking a shower." He said. "Look, uh, can you pass me my clothes?" He asked.
"Which ones are they?" He heard Malfoy ask.
"All of them." He said.
Evidently Draco had gone to pick up some clothes for Harry because the next thing he heard was Ron saying. "Fuck off Malfoy, he's my friend, I'll help him." Harry cringed as he heard Ron insult Draco. He knew he loved Draco, but whether or not the feeling was mutual between them, Harry didn't know. Draco laughed.
"I don't see you being particularly friendly to each other." He said. Harry sighed.
"Here you are Harry." Said Ron, handing the clothes to him. Harry pushed the door shut as soon as he got the clothes.
"Thanks." He said. He threw Seamus his clothes and quickly put his own on. He gave Seamus a look that said 'stay put' and then left the shower.
"Hi Ron, Malfoy." He said, using Draco's last name because of Ron's presence. "What do you both want to talk about? Or are you just here because you like the change rooms?" Harry asked. He felt that his words had been harsh, but not undeserved in Ron's case.
"I wanted to apologize." Ron said, looking down at the ground, then up at Harry who nodded. Ron continued. "I was pretty mean to you." He said. "About the, uh, you and, um, well…" He trailed off and Draco finished for him.
"About me and Harry kissing?" He suggested. Harry would have smiled had Ron not been there. Ron glared at Draco.
"Yes." He said before turning back to Harry. "That." He told him. Harry nodded and sat down on the bench. He was finding it hard to stand up since one minute he was making out with Seamus in the shower, and the next he was hearing apologies from his former best friend at the same time as being in the same room, again, as the most beautiful being Harry knew. He smiled inwardly and looked up at Ron.
"Apology accepted." He said. "I am sorry you had to see it." He said, purposely avoiding apologising for it happening, because he certainly didn't feel sorry.
"Thanks." Said Ron. "Uh, I'll see you back at the common room." He smiled weakly and glanced at Draco briefly before turning and leaving.
Once he was gone Harry decided it was safe for Seamus to come out..
"Seamus." He said.
"Yes?" Asked the Irish boy weakly, making his way out of the shower. Harry smiled as he sat down beside him, now fully dressed.
"Um, I hope I'm not interrupting something." Said Draco, dryly. He sent them both angry looks and then moved over to the seat, though not sitting down.
"What did you want to talk about?" Asked Harry.
"This." Said Draco, simply. He held out a letter, in Harry's handwriting. Harry had completely forgotten about the letter he had written the night Draco had left him alone in the owlery. He was pulled painfully into realisation and reached out to take the letter. Draco pulled it away from Harry's outstretched hand.
"I think I will keep it actually." He said. "But as for the contents." He said. Harry sincerely hoped he would not read it aloud. Draco's tone suddenly turned soft. "Is it true?" He asked. Harry looked down at the ground and nodded. Seamus placed a hand on Harry's back and rubbed it comfortingly. Harry looked back at Draco who was now eyeing him thoughtfully.
"It is exactly what I feel." Harry said.
"It is exactly how I feel." Draco said. For a moment Harry thought Draco was correcting him, but he soon realised that he was explaining that he felt the same thing. Harry saw a slight figure near the door. The lowering sun was behind them so it was a mere silhouette. The person moved silently into the room and, if Harry couldn't feel Seamus' hand on his back, he would have sworn it were Seamus. The person moved into the beam of artificial light coming from the bulb above them. To Harry's surprise he saw Blaise standing before him. Blaise moved silently over to Draco and wrapped his arms around Draco's waist. Draco started slightly before falling carelessly back into Blaise's arms. Blaise rested his chin on Draco's shoulder and stared at Harry and Seamus. Seamus looked up at Blaise, taking in every inch of his well designed and well kept body. His black hair was short and spiked, like Seamus', and his pale face was only just less pointed than Draco's. Harry noticed Seamus staring at Blaise with a whole new light in his eyes. Harry thought for a moment about the two of them, but the thought soon passed. Harry looked back up at Draco who now had his head rested back on Blaise's shoulder, his eyes closed. Harry thought they looked quite peaceful together. Then Draco brought his head back up to face Harry.
"I just wanted to know." He said, removing himself from Blaise's arms. Blaise moved quietly over and sat beside Seamus who had not stopped staring at him. Harry stood up and walked over to Draco who stood still as he always had, posture perfect, and unmoving. Harry stopped a few paces from Draco and looked him up and down. He now noticed that Draco was wearing his leather pants again, under his robes this time. Harry smiled inwardly at the thought of how they had felt the night in the owlery. He snapped his mind back to the present and looked at Draco, flinching slightly at Draco's steady gaze.
"Is that all you wanted to say?" Harry asked. Draco nodded slightly.
"Yeah, and also, I…" He trailed off and looked down at the ground. Harry held his breath and waited for Draco to continue. He did; "I, I think I…" He stopped again, though this time, holding Harry's stare. Harry felt nothing inside of himself other than a well-known need and desire to have Draco back in his arms. He knew he wouldn't be able to tell anyone, other than those he knew. But Harry some how felt that all he wanted and needed lay somewhere in Draco Malfoy. The boy, the man, who everyone believed Harry to hate, was the only one he loved.
Draco tried to read Harry's expression. He didn't know what to make of it, there was nothing except love in Harry's eyes. Although Draco felt the same love for Harry, he had not expected it to show so strongly in the other's eyes. He took a deep breath and looked Harry up and down. He was actually quite a specimen. Draco looked again into Harry's eyes.
"Draco…" said Harry, his voice quiet and relatively insignificant. Draco, on hearing his name, took a step closer to Harry. They stood, with a few steps between them, staring into each other's eyes. Draco felt his hands rise from his sides. He forced them back down, then he lifted his hands from his sides. He put them on Harry's cheeks and he leant forward.
Harry lifted his arms and placed his hands on Draco's waist and moved himself into the kiss Draco had bestowed upon him. Before now, both of them had had their bodies moved, as if by a puppeteer. Now they were in control and they moved their bodies. Draco willed the 'puppeteer' away and moved his body closer to Harry's. Harry did the same and they were, in moments, locked in a passionate kiss.
Blaise and Seamus each raised an eyebrow then turned to each other, a smile on their faces. They had both been well aware that Draco and Harry were completely madly in love, but now they had each lost their temporary partners. Blaise stood up and offered his hand to Seamus. Seamus took it with a small grin and they left the change rooms, and Draco and Harry, silently.
A moment later, Harry pulled away from Draco, who gave him a slightly sad look and waited patiently for his return. Harry looked confusedly at Draco.
"Draco," He said. "What were you trying to say before?" He asked. Draco smiled.
"I was trying to say," He told Harry. "That I love you." Harry smiled.
"I love you too." He said, pulling Draco back towards him.
It was now nighttime and outside the change rooms the full moon lit everything up. A wolf and a dog made their way around the grounds, headed for the Quidditch pitch. They sat lay down next to each other on the grass and leant their furry bodies against each other. The dog lifted its head slightly and licked the wolf behind the ear. The wolf, making a small sound in his throat, rolled over so his head was under that of the dog, licking his nose in return.
Upon hearing a small sound nearby, they both shot up, facing the Griffindor change rooms. There was a light glowing inside, flickering like a fire. Both wolf and dog made their way over to the door. Looking in they saw a sight, which pleased them and embarrassed them at the same time. Turning their tails they headed off across the fields. The night before them, nothing to break them apart, ever again.
