Title: Monogamy
Author: Irda Majere
Chapter: 1/16
Pairing: Draco/Harry mainly
Rating: PG for this chapter
Summary: Harry and Draco are having relationship problems.
Warning: This is SLASH! And don't you forget it. Oh, and to all the flamers: Please fuck off.
Harry was sitting at the breakfast table in the Great Hall, fuming with anger. His friends didn't dare say a word to the enraged boy. They'd tried earlier, and almost had their heads bitten off.
"Draco," Ron whispered to Hermione, a gloomy look on his face. She nodded.
"Isn't it always?" she replied sadly. They both glanced at Harry who was glaring in the direction of the Slytherin table. Draco was sitting there, eating his breakfast and chatting casually with his housemates. It was obvious that that the conflict between the couple was one-sided.
Suddenly, Harry stood up and stormed towards the doors leading out of the hall. He glanced meaningfully at his boyfriend, who rolled his eyes, sighed and got up from the table. He casually wandered out of the hall, appearing to be in no hurry.
He found the furious Gryffindor waiting for him at the top of the marble staircase. He ascended the stairs slowly, a slight smile on his thin lips. When he reached his boyfriend, he moved as if to kiss him but Harry pulled away. Draco pouted.
"Something wrong, sugar?" Harry glared at him.
"Where were you last night?!" he hissed. "You were supposed to meet me!" The blond boy grimaced.
"Ah. That. I'd forgotten."
"Forgotten you were supposed to meet me?!"
"No, that I hadn't showed up, and that you were most definitely mad at me for it."
"That's worse! Forgetting that you'd stood me up?!" Harry was almost sputtering with rage. "You fucking-"
"Language, Harry," Draco purred. He took one of Harry's hands and raised it to his lips, placing kisses on his boyfriend's knuckles. Harry said nothing and just stared at Draco for a second. 'Maybe he's going to drop it,' Draco hoped. Then Harry pulled his hand out of the blond's grasp. Draco sighed. 'No such luck.' He crossed his arms and awaited the lecture.
"You never take anything seriously, do you?" he said. "Where were you last night!" Draco looked away, crossing his arms. "Tell me, damnit!"
"Fine! I was with Ira. Happy?" Harry looked as if he'd been slapped with a trout. The sight almost made Draco laugh, but he quickly repressed it. Harry was mad at him enough already, and Draco had to get his things before class started. 'I so don't have time for this,' he thought, sighing inwardly.
"Ira Desjardin?! That Ravenclaw slut?!" Draco raised an eyebrow. He looked positively bored witht this argument.
"Yeah, him. Not that it's any of your business."
"None of my business?! I'm your boyfriend for crying out loud! Doesn't that mean anything to you?"
"Just because you're my 'boyfriend' doesn't mean you own me." Draco sneered slightly. "I don't have to answer to you, Potter. I'll do what I bloody well please."
The sneer only enraged Harry even more. How dare that git talk to him like that? He quelled his anger slightly and said in a voice as calm as he could muster: "So you're saying that if I wanted to sleep with someone else, I could just go ahead and do it?"
Draco laughed. "You'd never do that." The self-assurance and certainty in Draco's voice made Harry's cheeks redden, probably because he knew Draco was right. But he'd move into Moaning Myrtle's bathroom before he'd admit it.
"Oh? And why not?" Harry asked, crossing his arms, mirroring Draco's.
"Because you don't have it in you to be anything but monogamous."
Harry's eyes narrowed. "What would you do if I did cheat on you? Don't think you'd take it lying down, like you're expecting me to do!"
Draco thought it over. Then he replied, "Well, I'd probably poverize the guy you did it with." He gave Harry a stern look. "But you don't want to try and see."
Harry's face split into a grin. "Oh? And why not?"
Draco snuck closer to his boyfriend and wrapped his arms around his waist. This time, Harry didn't stop him, but he did not respond. He kept his arms crossed over his chest. "Because. The poor boy doesn't deserve it."
Harry's brow furrowed. "Who?"
Draco shrugged. "Whoever you would sleep with. I'd imagine it'd be that Dean Thomas. He's after you like a bitch in heat, that prat." A giggle escaped Harry's lips. He loved it when Draco was jealous. He quickly caught himself, though, remembering what his boyfriend had done the night before, and that he was still most definitely mad at him for it.
"I'm still mad at you, you know," he said. Draco groaned. "You'll be sleeping alone for at least a month."
"Now that is pure evil," Draco exclaimed.
One corner of Harry's lips rose slightly. He looked quite content with Draco's disapproval. "Well, hope that slut Desjardin was worth it."
Draco sighed heavily. "Fine. See you in potions." With that he planted a swift kiss on Harry's cheek (Harry wasn't quick enough to dodge it) before descending the staircase, heading for the door that lead to the Slytherin dungeons.
Author: Irda Majere
Chapter: 1/16
Pairing: Draco/Harry mainly
Rating: PG for this chapter
Summary: Harry and Draco are having relationship problems.
Warning: This is SLASH! And don't you forget it. Oh, and to all the flamers: Please fuck off.
Harry was sitting at the breakfast table in the Great Hall, fuming with anger. His friends didn't dare say a word to the enraged boy. They'd tried earlier, and almost had their heads bitten off.
"Draco," Ron whispered to Hermione, a gloomy look on his face. She nodded.
"Isn't it always?" she replied sadly. They both glanced at Harry who was glaring in the direction of the Slytherin table. Draco was sitting there, eating his breakfast and chatting casually with his housemates. It was obvious that that the conflict between the couple was one-sided.
Suddenly, Harry stood up and stormed towards the doors leading out of the hall. He glanced meaningfully at his boyfriend, who rolled his eyes, sighed and got up from the table. He casually wandered out of the hall, appearing to be in no hurry.
He found the furious Gryffindor waiting for him at the top of the marble staircase. He ascended the stairs slowly, a slight smile on his thin lips. When he reached his boyfriend, he moved as if to kiss him but Harry pulled away. Draco pouted.
"Something wrong, sugar?" Harry glared at him.
"Where were you last night?!" he hissed. "You were supposed to meet me!" The blond boy grimaced.
"Ah. That. I'd forgotten."
"Forgotten you were supposed to meet me?!"
"No, that I hadn't showed up, and that you were most definitely mad at me for it."
"That's worse! Forgetting that you'd stood me up?!" Harry was almost sputtering with rage. "You fucking-"
"Language, Harry," Draco purred. He took one of Harry's hands and raised it to his lips, placing kisses on his boyfriend's knuckles. Harry said nothing and just stared at Draco for a second. 'Maybe he's going to drop it,' Draco hoped. Then Harry pulled his hand out of the blond's grasp. Draco sighed. 'No such luck.' He crossed his arms and awaited the lecture.
"You never take anything seriously, do you?" he said. "Where were you last night!" Draco looked away, crossing his arms. "Tell me, damnit!"
"Fine! I was with Ira. Happy?" Harry looked as if he'd been slapped with a trout. The sight almost made Draco laugh, but he quickly repressed it. Harry was mad at him enough already, and Draco had to get his things before class started. 'I so don't have time for this,' he thought, sighing inwardly.
"Ira Desjardin?! That Ravenclaw slut?!" Draco raised an eyebrow. He looked positively bored witht this argument.
"Yeah, him. Not that it's any of your business."
"None of my business?! I'm your boyfriend for crying out loud! Doesn't that mean anything to you?"
"Just because you're my 'boyfriend' doesn't mean you own me." Draco sneered slightly. "I don't have to answer to you, Potter. I'll do what I bloody well please."
The sneer only enraged Harry even more. How dare that git talk to him like that? He quelled his anger slightly and said in a voice as calm as he could muster: "So you're saying that if I wanted to sleep with someone else, I could just go ahead and do it?"
Draco laughed. "You'd never do that." The self-assurance and certainty in Draco's voice made Harry's cheeks redden, probably because he knew Draco was right. But he'd move into Moaning Myrtle's bathroom before he'd admit it.
"Oh? And why not?" Harry asked, crossing his arms, mirroring Draco's.
"Because you don't have it in you to be anything but monogamous."
Harry's eyes narrowed. "What would you do if I did cheat on you? Don't think you'd take it lying down, like you're expecting me to do!"
Draco thought it over. Then he replied, "Well, I'd probably poverize the guy you did it with." He gave Harry a stern look. "But you don't want to try and see."
Harry's face split into a grin. "Oh? And why not?"
Draco snuck closer to his boyfriend and wrapped his arms around his waist. This time, Harry didn't stop him, but he did not respond. He kept his arms crossed over his chest. "Because. The poor boy doesn't deserve it."
Harry's brow furrowed. "Who?"
Draco shrugged. "Whoever you would sleep with. I'd imagine it'd be that Dean Thomas. He's after you like a bitch in heat, that prat." A giggle escaped Harry's lips. He loved it when Draco was jealous. He quickly caught himself, though, remembering what his boyfriend had done the night before, and that he was still most definitely mad at him for it.
"I'm still mad at you, you know," he said. Draco groaned. "You'll be sleeping alone for at least a month."
"Now that is pure evil," Draco exclaimed.
One corner of Harry's lips rose slightly. He looked quite content with Draco's disapproval. "Well, hope that slut Desjardin was worth it."
Draco sighed heavily. "Fine. See you in potions." With that he planted a swift kiss on Harry's cheek (Harry wasn't quick enough to dodge it) before descending the staircase, heading for the door that lead to the Slytherin dungeons.
