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Author: Black Heart
Title: Perplexed Alliance
Rating: PG 13+ - low level swearing
Author's Note: H/D slash, beware, muahahaaaaaaa!!!! Uh.yeah.R/R!! ^-^;;
Disclaimer: Characters, names, places, etc belong to JK Rowling. Plotline belongs to ME.
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CHAPTER 5
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Draco was released from the hospital a couple of days after. And so, after a quick conversation at the gargoyle-sink in the Potions dungeon, Harry and Draco decided to make their friendship official to the 'public'. And so, with many whispered questions following them wherever they went, Harry and Draco were rarely seen without the other, walking the corridors and chatting like nothing had ever happened.
Of course, Ron was jealous. Hermione thought it hysterical to see them friends at last and burst out laughing every time Draco came into view, walking alongside Harry.
But old habits die hard, and the Slytherin couldn't bring himself to enjoy the company of Harry's other friends. In fact, he found it rather annoying whenever they were around.
"But Harry, you gotta understand me, I despise them both whether you like it or not. Ron's still a broke Weasley and that Granger still a Mudbl - "
"Don't you even finish that sentence," Harry grumbled, tossing a golfball form hand to hand as they sat on their brooms in midair, practicing their Seeker skills together. They had decided to have a break when Harry brought up the problem of Draco's absence whenever Ron or Hermione appeared.
"Ahh, sorry mate but I just can't do it. Just the way you can't like Crabbe or Goyle," Draco sighed.
"Yeah, but you don't like 'em either." Harry glared.
"Yeah, true," Draco admitted, and laughed. He brought his broom around and flew off beside Harry, clapping the boy on the shoulder as he passed.
Harry sighed and turned his broom around as well, and watched the Slytherin fly off around the pitch, practising his diving. The silvery-blonde hair flew behind Draco as he soared towards the grass, and Harry knew the experience of a super-fast dive. He could see the thrill in Draco's face; almost feel the adrenaline himself as he saw Draco flattened out on the oak handle, his legs wrapped around his broom and his hand outstretched, pretending he could see the snitch. With a blur, Draco swerved up quickly, a jerk of his hips and wrists, and brought the broom level, an inch off the floor.
Breathlessly, Harry nodded as Draco asked if it had been a satisfactory dive, trying to hide the excitement in his eyes. For the past few days, his heart wouldn't let him ignore his feelings, and now accepted the blind rushing of blood to his cheeks, or the thrill and electricity that surged through him whenever they touched, whether it was a bump of the elbows or a mock fight, which usually ended with Harry sitting on top of Draco, panting with the effort but managing to keep the boy held down.
Any contact was enough to send Harry spiralling through an emotional tornado. It was really quite new to him, to say he never had a girlfriend (or boyfriend) in his life. No first kiss, no...midnight fun. He was a newbie to the love scene, but he knew that these feelings for Draco were...special...somehow. And what excited him even more was how he could see the tsunami of energy and feelings reflected in Draco's eyes. Something told Harry that he wasn't alone in this: he knew Draco felt the same way.
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Harry sat down at the table, next to Ron, who then childishly scowled. Harry thumped him on the shoulder, made amends with a blink of an eye and seconds later, both were roaring with laughter at a stupid joke made by Seamus.
It was then that Hermione entered the Hall, red eyes and dry tears streaked down her face. Harry stood up quickly, and, right there in the double doors, the Head Girl burst into tears, sobbing loudly. Harry ran up to her, Ron on his tail, and took her into his arms as the school watched in shocked silence.
"Hermione!! What's wrong?!" he cried, as the girl's hold on him became amazingly tight.
"I - I - I...Robert - he just - dumped me - in the library - when I said..." she hiccupped, but she couldn't complete her sentence, instead finishing it with a soft wail, fresh tears spilling onto Harry's robes. He pushed her away very gently to look at her; she let go and just stood there, Harry's hands on her shoulders while she sobbed, her hands clutched together in front of her chest. Harry turned to Ron but stared in amazement as Ron's face went from astonishment to a sort of dreamy expression as he watched Hermione weeping.
And then the thought blasted into his mind, wrenching the cogs into motion as he understood just how Ron had felt when Robert had asked Hermione out. Ron was in love with her!
"Oh god, Ron," was all Harry could say amidst his laughter, and grabbed hold of Hermione and shoved her into Ron's arms. Ron stumbled, stunned and awkwardly hugged her as the girl buried her face into Ron's chest. He relaxed a few seconds after and started stroking her hair, until Hermione threw her arms around his neck, sobbing into his shoulder. Ron took her out of the Hall to stop the whistling and cheering that was flying at them.
Grinning at his matchmaking talent, Harry sat down next to Seamus.
"We wondered when those two would get together," Dean said simply, grabbing another sandwich.
"Mm. No doubt who Ron's gonna sit next to at dinner," Seamus joined in.
"'Bout time something happened," Neville joined in.
Harry laughed. He finished off his lunch but was in no mood to go to the common room, knowing Ron would need some time alone with Hermione to sort out his feelings, so he put his hands to the back of his head, put his feet on the bench beside him and leaned against a still-eating Neville. He watched the ceiling, the cerulean sky winking down at him, the sun a bright globe of gold; the clean, woolly clouds floated along gently as he remembered the results of his final N.E.W.T.s were coming out. His stomach clenched queasily, but he knew he'd be all right, as long as Snape didn't take it out on him and decide to be rather evil by failing him. He relaxed and continued watching the sky above him, a cloud coming along that looked remarkably like a massive dog...
"Sirius," Harry mumbled, and decided he'd write him a letter.
"Whatcha say, 'Arry?" Neville said through his food.
"Say it, don't spray it," Lavender said haughtily.
"Nothing, Neville. Lavender, leave the guy alone," Harry said, suddenly watching Draco making his way delicately through a piece of cake, brushing away crumbs off his chin every second, and had to laugh at how feminine he looked. He then stood up, brushed the mud off the bench (that had come from the Quidditch boots he preferred to wear instead of trainers), and made his way up to the Owlery. He wrote a quick note, telling Sirius of how his test results were about to come in and how Hogwarts was relatively normal. And of his friendship with Draco. He left out the romantic thoughts that constantly invaded his head, instead saying how the boy had definitely changed.
It only took a few minutes to write the letter and he sent Hedwig on her way. Looking out at the afternoon sun, deciding to watch the sunset, Harry jogged through the castle, pushed open the double doors and walked down to the lake. He sat on the grass, drew his knees to underneath his chin and was glad that there were no classes for the seventh years that day. Teachers were busy finalizing the students' results.
The sun glinted at him, still just above the Forbidden Forest, the sky now bordering a colour between blue and peach-pink. The clouds were thinning out, the breeze soft and Harry closed his eyes, resting his forehead on his knees.
"Hey Harry," a soft voice said from behind him. Harry didn't startle. He had almost sensed Draco coming up from behind.
"Hey. Wassup?"
"Saw you out here, thought I'd join you. Everyone else is either in class or is in the hall with that new Duelling Club."
"Thought I was the only person in the school to turn it down," Harry said, confused.
"Yeah. But I just don't feel like going after...the Mark, and all."
"Aah." Harry grinned, trying to forget the Mark.
"And anyway - it's not like you need the practice, eh, Holy Boy?" Draco joked.
Harry snarled and leapt onto the Slytherin, causing yet another mock wrestle between them. Within two minutes, Harry had Draco pinned to the ground, panting but victorious.
"Wahey, lookie here, a Slytherin on the floor," Harry smiled.
"Underneath a Gryffindor," Draco said softly, and Harry heard the meaning behind Draco's words. Draco's eyes betrayed this as well, the grey orbs flickering from Harry's eyes and then down towards Harry's lips. Knowing everyone was inside and couldn't see them for the greenhouses, and still not caring if they were seen, Harry stroked his fingers through Draco's platinum hair, looking into his eyes. He shifted his weight so their crotches were against one another. Both boys felt the warmth, felt the rushing adrenaline pouring through their bodies. His heart thumping fast, Harry leant down slowly, his emerald eyes glittering behind his slender frames. Draco put an arm around Harry's neck, and leant upwards. Their lips brushed -
Angry voices boomed across the grounds, and the two broke apart immediately, the connection of hearts breaking. Harry leapt off Draco, who sat up and the two guiltily sat next to one another, praying they didn't look too close, sitting at the edge of the lake. Trembling, Harry looked out across the grounds, silently cursing whoever had interrupted their fragile moment. But as they listened, it was obviously Snape and Dumbledore in a heated argument.
"15 ministry wizards, Dumbledore? What madness is this? A student needs not these precautions!" Snape hissed angrily, striding alongside Dumbledore as they came into view. His robes were flowing behind him in the soft wind, his greasy hair coming away from his pale face.
"Two students, Severus. And need I remind you that outside these walls rages a war darker than these students can imagine?! Voldemort will make his move, you have predicted so yourself. He needs young Malfoy. What his plans are exactly, I cannot say, but I do know that - "
Dumbledore stopped speaking as the two students they had been discussing came to his eyes, sitting together at the lake. ((They truly have established a bond...)) he thought to himself.
Obviously the both of them were in a hurry, so Dumbledore nodded and smiled quickly to Harry and Draco, but Snape gave a double take. He had noticed the occasional conversations between the Slytherin and Gryffindor, and had accepted it as a truce, but...the both of them being all...chummy... The thought made him nauseous. Draco was the finest Slytherin and he had great pride in the boy, whether his family were part of the Dark Arts or not. But befriending a Gryffindor so profusely might as well be a crime of highest treason. It was disgusting. Glaring at the two, he was about to step towards them.
"Severus! Come! We must head for Hogsmeade!" Dumbledore called impatiently, and the two members of staff were soon gone, disappearing behind the side of the forbidden forest, heading for the main gates where a carriage was probably waiting for them to take them into the wizarding village.
"W-What was that all about?" Draco asked, his voice quavering.
"Dunno," Harry said, but read between the lines. He knew what was really bothering his...'friend'. "Look, don't let Snape get to you. He'll just have to accept our friendship," Harry said, his eyebrows furrowed, and desperately wished they could continue what had been interrupted.
"Yeah," Draco replied, but Harry knew he wasn't convinced. Draco stood up.
"Draco...what was that?" Harry asked, not being able to contain himself.
"That conversation? Same thing they were talking about when you came to me in the Hospital Wing," Malfoy said, running a hand through his hair.
"No, before that happened," Harry replied, his face bursting with colour.
"Y'know Harry, I really don't know. But...can't say I hated it. Rather looking forward to the next time, actually." Draco grinned cheekily.
Harry's head swayed with the realization he had just been the exact opposite of rejected - he had been accepted. But accepted for what?
"What are you -" Harry began.
"No Harry, don't think about it yet. It's too early to...jump in, agreed?" Draco replied, stepped up to Harry and embraced him, his lips brushing against Harry's tanned neck.
"I'm going for dinner," the Slytherin smiled, and jogged off. Harry swayed on his feet, overcome by desire and fell back onto the grass, watching the now-pink sky fade into an inky blue, feeling the pangs of hunger that had nothing to do with dinner.
------- Please review!! ^-^;;
Author: Black Heart
Title: Perplexed Alliance
Rating: PG 13+ - low level swearing
Author's Note: H/D slash, beware, muahahaaaaaaa!!!! Uh.yeah.R/R!! ^-^;;
Disclaimer: Characters, names, places, etc belong to JK Rowling. Plotline belongs to ME.
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CHAPTER 5
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Draco was released from the hospital a couple of days after. And so, after a quick conversation at the gargoyle-sink in the Potions dungeon, Harry and Draco decided to make their friendship official to the 'public'. And so, with many whispered questions following them wherever they went, Harry and Draco were rarely seen without the other, walking the corridors and chatting like nothing had ever happened.
Of course, Ron was jealous. Hermione thought it hysterical to see them friends at last and burst out laughing every time Draco came into view, walking alongside Harry.
But old habits die hard, and the Slytherin couldn't bring himself to enjoy the company of Harry's other friends. In fact, he found it rather annoying whenever they were around.
"But Harry, you gotta understand me, I despise them both whether you like it or not. Ron's still a broke Weasley and that Granger still a Mudbl - "
"Don't you even finish that sentence," Harry grumbled, tossing a golfball form hand to hand as they sat on their brooms in midair, practicing their Seeker skills together. They had decided to have a break when Harry brought up the problem of Draco's absence whenever Ron or Hermione appeared.
"Ahh, sorry mate but I just can't do it. Just the way you can't like Crabbe or Goyle," Draco sighed.
"Yeah, but you don't like 'em either." Harry glared.
"Yeah, true," Draco admitted, and laughed. He brought his broom around and flew off beside Harry, clapping the boy on the shoulder as he passed.
Harry sighed and turned his broom around as well, and watched the Slytherin fly off around the pitch, practising his diving. The silvery-blonde hair flew behind Draco as he soared towards the grass, and Harry knew the experience of a super-fast dive. He could see the thrill in Draco's face; almost feel the adrenaline himself as he saw Draco flattened out on the oak handle, his legs wrapped around his broom and his hand outstretched, pretending he could see the snitch. With a blur, Draco swerved up quickly, a jerk of his hips and wrists, and brought the broom level, an inch off the floor.
Breathlessly, Harry nodded as Draco asked if it had been a satisfactory dive, trying to hide the excitement in his eyes. For the past few days, his heart wouldn't let him ignore his feelings, and now accepted the blind rushing of blood to his cheeks, or the thrill and electricity that surged through him whenever they touched, whether it was a bump of the elbows or a mock fight, which usually ended with Harry sitting on top of Draco, panting with the effort but managing to keep the boy held down.
Any contact was enough to send Harry spiralling through an emotional tornado. It was really quite new to him, to say he never had a girlfriend (or boyfriend) in his life. No first kiss, no...midnight fun. He was a newbie to the love scene, but he knew that these feelings for Draco were...special...somehow. And what excited him even more was how he could see the tsunami of energy and feelings reflected in Draco's eyes. Something told Harry that he wasn't alone in this: he knew Draco felt the same way.
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Harry sat down at the table, next to Ron, who then childishly scowled. Harry thumped him on the shoulder, made amends with a blink of an eye and seconds later, both were roaring with laughter at a stupid joke made by Seamus.
It was then that Hermione entered the Hall, red eyes and dry tears streaked down her face. Harry stood up quickly, and, right there in the double doors, the Head Girl burst into tears, sobbing loudly. Harry ran up to her, Ron on his tail, and took her into his arms as the school watched in shocked silence.
"Hermione!! What's wrong?!" he cried, as the girl's hold on him became amazingly tight.
"I - I - I...Robert - he just - dumped me - in the library - when I said..." she hiccupped, but she couldn't complete her sentence, instead finishing it with a soft wail, fresh tears spilling onto Harry's robes. He pushed her away very gently to look at her; she let go and just stood there, Harry's hands on her shoulders while she sobbed, her hands clutched together in front of her chest. Harry turned to Ron but stared in amazement as Ron's face went from astonishment to a sort of dreamy expression as he watched Hermione weeping.
And then the thought blasted into his mind, wrenching the cogs into motion as he understood just how Ron had felt when Robert had asked Hermione out. Ron was in love with her!
"Oh god, Ron," was all Harry could say amidst his laughter, and grabbed hold of Hermione and shoved her into Ron's arms. Ron stumbled, stunned and awkwardly hugged her as the girl buried her face into Ron's chest. He relaxed a few seconds after and started stroking her hair, until Hermione threw her arms around his neck, sobbing into his shoulder. Ron took her out of the Hall to stop the whistling and cheering that was flying at them.
Grinning at his matchmaking talent, Harry sat down next to Seamus.
"We wondered when those two would get together," Dean said simply, grabbing another sandwich.
"Mm. No doubt who Ron's gonna sit next to at dinner," Seamus joined in.
"'Bout time something happened," Neville joined in.
Harry laughed. He finished off his lunch but was in no mood to go to the common room, knowing Ron would need some time alone with Hermione to sort out his feelings, so he put his hands to the back of his head, put his feet on the bench beside him and leaned against a still-eating Neville. He watched the ceiling, the cerulean sky winking down at him, the sun a bright globe of gold; the clean, woolly clouds floated along gently as he remembered the results of his final N.E.W.T.s were coming out. His stomach clenched queasily, but he knew he'd be all right, as long as Snape didn't take it out on him and decide to be rather evil by failing him. He relaxed and continued watching the sky above him, a cloud coming along that looked remarkably like a massive dog...
"Sirius," Harry mumbled, and decided he'd write him a letter.
"Whatcha say, 'Arry?" Neville said through his food.
"Say it, don't spray it," Lavender said haughtily.
"Nothing, Neville. Lavender, leave the guy alone," Harry said, suddenly watching Draco making his way delicately through a piece of cake, brushing away crumbs off his chin every second, and had to laugh at how feminine he looked. He then stood up, brushed the mud off the bench (that had come from the Quidditch boots he preferred to wear instead of trainers), and made his way up to the Owlery. He wrote a quick note, telling Sirius of how his test results were about to come in and how Hogwarts was relatively normal. And of his friendship with Draco. He left out the romantic thoughts that constantly invaded his head, instead saying how the boy had definitely changed.
It only took a few minutes to write the letter and he sent Hedwig on her way. Looking out at the afternoon sun, deciding to watch the sunset, Harry jogged through the castle, pushed open the double doors and walked down to the lake. He sat on the grass, drew his knees to underneath his chin and was glad that there were no classes for the seventh years that day. Teachers were busy finalizing the students' results.
The sun glinted at him, still just above the Forbidden Forest, the sky now bordering a colour between blue and peach-pink. The clouds were thinning out, the breeze soft and Harry closed his eyes, resting his forehead on his knees.
"Hey Harry," a soft voice said from behind him. Harry didn't startle. He had almost sensed Draco coming up from behind.
"Hey. Wassup?"
"Saw you out here, thought I'd join you. Everyone else is either in class or is in the hall with that new Duelling Club."
"Thought I was the only person in the school to turn it down," Harry said, confused.
"Yeah. But I just don't feel like going after...the Mark, and all."
"Aah." Harry grinned, trying to forget the Mark.
"And anyway - it's not like you need the practice, eh, Holy Boy?" Draco joked.
Harry snarled and leapt onto the Slytherin, causing yet another mock wrestle between them. Within two minutes, Harry had Draco pinned to the ground, panting but victorious.
"Wahey, lookie here, a Slytherin on the floor," Harry smiled.
"Underneath a Gryffindor," Draco said softly, and Harry heard the meaning behind Draco's words. Draco's eyes betrayed this as well, the grey orbs flickering from Harry's eyes and then down towards Harry's lips. Knowing everyone was inside and couldn't see them for the greenhouses, and still not caring if they were seen, Harry stroked his fingers through Draco's platinum hair, looking into his eyes. He shifted his weight so their crotches were against one another. Both boys felt the warmth, felt the rushing adrenaline pouring through their bodies. His heart thumping fast, Harry leant down slowly, his emerald eyes glittering behind his slender frames. Draco put an arm around Harry's neck, and leant upwards. Their lips brushed -
Angry voices boomed across the grounds, and the two broke apart immediately, the connection of hearts breaking. Harry leapt off Draco, who sat up and the two guiltily sat next to one another, praying they didn't look too close, sitting at the edge of the lake. Trembling, Harry looked out across the grounds, silently cursing whoever had interrupted their fragile moment. But as they listened, it was obviously Snape and Dumbledore in a heated argument.
"15 ministry wizards, Dumbledore? What madness is this? A student needs not these precautions!" Snape hissed angrily, striding alongside Dumbledore as they came into view. His robes were flowing behind him in the soft wind, his greasy hair coming away from his pale face.
"Two students, Severus. And need I remind you that outside these walls rages a war darker than these students can imagine?! Voldemort will make his move, you have predicted so yourself. He needs young Malfoy. What his plans are exactly, I cannot say, but I do know that - "
Dumbledore stopped speaking as the two students they had been discussing came to his eyes, sitting together at the lake. ((They truly have established a bond...)) he thought to himself.
Obviously the both of them were in a hurry, so Dumbledore nodded and smiled quickly to Harry and Draco, but Snape gave a double take. He had noticed the occasional conversations between the Slytherin and Gryffindor, and had accepted it as a truce, but...the both of them being all...chummy... The thought made him nauseous. Draco was the finest Slytherin and he had great pride in the boy, whether his family were part of the Dark Arts or not. But befriending a Gryffindor so profusely might as well be a crime of highest treason. It was disgusting. Glaring at the two, he was about to step towards them.
"Severus! Come! We must head for Hogsmeade!" Dumbledore called impatiently, and the two members of staff were soon gone, disappearing behind the side of the forbidden forest, heading for the main gates where a carriage was probably waiting for them to take them into the wizarding village.
"W-What was that all about?" Draco asked, his voice quavering.
"Dunno," Harry said, but read between the lines. He knew what was really bothering his...'friend'. "Look, don't let Snape get to you. He'll just have to accept our friendship," Harry said, his eyebrows furrowed, and desperately wished they could continue what had been interrupted.
"Yeah," Draco replied, but Harry knew he wasn't convinced. Draco stood up.
"Draco...what was that?" Harry asked, not being able to contain himself.
"That conversation? Same thing they were talking about when you came to me in the Hospital Wing," Malfoy said, running a hand through his hair.
"No, before that happened," Harry replied, his face bursting with colour.
"Y'know Harry, I really don't know. But...can't say I hated it. Rather looking forward to the next time, actually." Draco grinned cheekily.
Harry's head swayed with the realization he had just been the exact opposite of rejected - he had been accepted. But accepted for what?
"What are you -" Harry began.
"No Harry, don't think about it yet. It's too early to...jump in, agreed?" Draco replied, stepped up to Harry and embraced him, his lips brushing against Harry's tanned neck.
"I'm going for dinner," the Slytherin smiled, and jogged off. Harry swayed on his feet, overcome by desire and fell back onto the grass, watching the now-pink sky fade into an inky blue, feeling the pangs of hunger that had nothing to do with dinner.
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