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Chapter six: Toil and Trouble
"Oh.. brother!" Harry mentally gave Draco a kick. "You had to complicate things don't you?" He watched numbly as Draco yelled something about dying and his father as Hagrid, the Hogwarts gamekeeper, along with some Slytherin fussed over him, Hagrid being the only one who looked concerned and panicked.
The Gryffindors, however, looked slightly disgusted and amused, well except for a raven haired teen who frowned in dismay at his screaming-like-a-moron *boyfriend*. They were in their Care of Magical Creatures class and Hagrid had just asked who wanted to come up close with a Hippogriff and since, all of them were at least 20 feet away or more and everyone, except Hermione probably had a very scared look about their face, Harry decided to step up. After all, like Professor Trelawney had said, he was going to die.
So he shrugged, gathered all his courage and volunteer.
"I'm dying!" Draco yelled as the class panicked. "I'm dying, look at me! It's killed me!" (from PoA)
Harry couldn't help but snort as the blond was lifted up by Hagrid and taken up to the castle. He'd wandered his eyes lazily and he gazed at a gash on Draco's arm, couldn't help but feel pained too, and cast Draco a sympathetic look in which the Slytherin frowned back at him.
As they left, Hagrid with Draco, the Slytherins were on a frantic mantra.
"It's all Hagrid's fault!" "Hagrid's fault!" "They should fire him
right away!" Said Pansy Parkinson on the verge of tears.
Harry let the sounds of the outside world fade as he focused on one specific thing. He watched as Buckbeak stretched its legs, looking anything but perturbed. If that Hippogriff had *really* hurt his dragon, then let it be *massacre*! He sighed, frown deepening. But then again, Draco always *liked* to exaggerate. If he was then, it should be him to be ready for an early death.
"Damn that Malfoy!" Ron said in an undertone more like a curse. "I wish
he would just die already."
Harry shot him a withering look. Frankly, no. He shrugged. "Come
on, Ron, let's go." He tugged at Ron's sleeve and they went.
"Do you-" Hermione's voice was a whisper. "Do you think he'll be fine?"
"He will," Harry assured her as they climbed up the stairs to the portrait hole.
"Hagrid, I mean." Hermione said. "After this comes out, I'm not sure if he'll be fine."
Harry shrugged sheepishly as Hermione stared strangely at hi,/
"Oh, he will!" Ron said haughtily. "If Malfoy screws Hagrid's life, heh, I'm going to murder him, real bad!"
Hermione paused, again. "D'you think he'll be all right?" said Hermione nervously. (from PoA)
"'Course he will. Madam Pomfrey can mend cuts in a second." said Harry.
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They'd visited Hagrid that night, after which, Harry had snuck out of his dormitory to visit *someone* else *under* the invisibility cloak his deceased father offered as a family heirloom. Ron and Hermione did not know of course, for if they did, then Harry' life would go down the drain.
He opened the door of the Infirmary, muttered "Lumos," and the dark room brightened almost instantly from the offered light coming from Harry's wand.
Harry's gaze softened from its tensed expression as he laid eyes at the peacefully sleeping Draco on one of the beds, his arm bandaged and laid next to him stiffly. Harry's green eyes hinted of warmth as he cast his cloak aside and walked over to Draco, grazing his fingers against the bruise on his cheek.
He sighed in defeat. It was strange to be feeling *affection* towards the other boy. He usually was a stuck-up, arrogant, aloof, annoying, sophisticated brat hiding behind his father's shadow and Harry had once thought he'd like to see the day Draco Malfoy would go down, but at that moment he couldn't think of anything but how Draco looked so pretty sleeping.
He smiled. "I'm screwed, all right."
"Wake up beautiful." He murmured softly. Draco moaned and mumbled.
"Go away."
"It's me Harry."
"Whatever, Pansy. Get lost or I'll hex you."
Annoyed, "Wake up Draco!"
Groggily, "Shut up."
"WAKE UP!"
"Go sod off, Pansy."
"I came to visit and this is all you give me?!? For the love of Christ, Draco, wake up!!"
Dreamily, with a boyish smirk, "Hmm.. Harry.....You're so cuuuuuteeeeeeee......Weasley get off of him!! He's mine.. HA! I already snogged him so that puts me in a higher rank than you!! Oh and the mudblood too!! Harry's MINE!! "
Harry blushed. "Hey, come on!" He nudged him on the cheek with his fist. Draco leaned into his touch and hugged his hand with his free arm. "Harry....."
Harry leaned down and kissed his forehead, lightly blowing on his skin, tickling the blond boy. "Draco.."
Draco's eyes opened a crack and Harry brought his wand at the bedside table, its tip still lighted. "Harry..!" His voice sounded delighted and he groaned when he realized his arm was bandaged. "..Damn.." he croaked as he struggled to sit up. He looked up at the other boy and sighed.
"Sorry about awhile ago." He patted next to him and Harry climbed into the covers, a slight giddy look on his face. "You were kind of out of it, I noticed, so I decided to avert your attention. And you were staring at the mudblood and, well, I heard some nasty rumours that she fancies you. Pansy Parkinson said a little while ago that, Professor Trelawney said you'd gotten the grim and stuff-"
Harry snorted. "Trelawney's a crackpot. She's rubbish!" he idly held Draco's pale hand in his. "Don't believe in what you hear, Draco. I like you allot, sometimes I think I love you already.."
"You think?"
Harry shrugged as he leaned his chin on Draco's shoulder blade. "I'm too young to know what love is, really. Maybe this *thing* whatever it is, is *that* strong that later on when we're legal to really, really date then.. I can proudly say that I love you.."
Draco let out a wistful sigh. "Do you think we're too young for this?"
"Nope!" He grinned as the boy pouted and huddled closer to him. "I reckon when things like these come, they come for a reason.."
Draco yawned. "I really was hurt at Care of Magical Creatures," he inhaled Harry's lovely scent as the boy kissed his cheek and wrapped his foot around his legs. "I saw in your expression that you weren't bothered at all."
Harry rolled his eyes. "It looks like you were faking it." He sounded annoyed and stifled a yawn. "You're getting Hagrid into allot of trouble, you know? Look, Draco, you know there's always you. And only you."
"I'm flattered, Potter." Draco drawled. "Your hands are going places I do not permit them to even come to, so if you please-? Hands off. Thank you."
Harry frowned. "I thought that there's an *us* already?"
"Oh, there is, is there?"
"Yes-?"
"Hmm..."
"What?!"
"I can smell a girl's cologne on your shirt."
Harry blushed. "Hermione's probably. I hugged her because she was so worried of Hagrid-which brings me to my point. What the hell was that show for?!?!?!!! I got so worried, I barely touched dinner!"
"Hmm. That should teach you."
Harry bit his exposed shoulder blade.
"Ow!" Draco glared at him. "First it was your roaming hands now you've resolved into biting-?"
Harry stuck out his tongue.
Draco sighed miserably. "I'm hopelessly drawn to you, Potter." He admitted, flushing. "I was struck with a sudden fear that Trelawney's predictions might come true. I didn't want to lose you this early, or if at all."
Harry smiled warmly, drying the wet patch at Draco's cheeks. "I'll take care of myself, sir!" He saluted.
"Don't call me 'sir'."
"Okay, fine, 'ma'am'!"
"Idiot."
Harry chuckled. "Hey, want to get out on a romp with me, tonight?"
"I'm bloody tired, Harry. And my head hurts-"
The first kiss of the night. It was short, but sweet.
"Stop bribing me with kisses. My arm's bandaged, it hurts and I'm sleepy.."
"Does it hurt that bad?"
"Idiot. What do you think?"
"I think you're faking it."
"Hmph!" He leaned closer to Harry and hugged him with his free arm, like a little child to a doll. "Whatever, I'm sleeping.Goodnight, Mr. Potter."
"You asked me what I thought!"
"Whatever. Goodnight~!"
15 minutes later they were walking around Hogwarts for no particular reason at all. Harry gripped at Draco's fingers as a slight breeze chilled him to the bone. "God it's so cold at this hour."
Draco snorted. "Well it *was* your idea, anyway. It's not like I dragged you here and threatened you to come or else I'd never *visit* you."
Harry rolled his eyes. "Don't spoil the romantic, vibe."
"Romantic vibe? Is there at all? It's below 10 degrees out here!" he gestured with his other arm. "And good God, Harry you're shaking!"
"You know, you look pretty in the moonlight."
Draco blushed. "No one's ever told me that."
Harry closed the gap between them and leaned his lips to hover above the Slytherin's. "And you know what else is pretty?"
Draco shook his head, his heart skipping a beat. "What?" he whispered breathlessly.
"The sight of you flushing when I tell you that."
He wrapped his arms around the boy's shoulders and pushed him forward for a long, affectionate kiss.
"Oliver.. God, Oliver.. hit that *spot*.. God.." (*lol* I'm sorry! I just had to insert myself, hahahahaha! )
"Oh, not again!" Harry mumbled as Draco hugged him saying something like 'horny faggots' .
A series of gaspy moans and thuds ensued and Harry swore he had slammed his head on the wall if Draco had not been there, snickering.
"Harry, where are we again?"
Harry checked his surroundings. "The Astronomy Tower." he said pointedly.
"PERVERT!" Draco bellowed, slapping his arm. "YOU BROUGHT ME TO A MAKE-OUT PLACE?!?!! WE'RE NOT EVEN OLD ENOUGH TO DO SUCH THINGS AND YOU DARED TO-"
He stopped, eyes watering with tears. Gee, never thought a Malfoy could get so *emotional*.
He was panting in rage, Harry's brow quirked. "I didn't bring you here because of that. I thought we'd see the stars."
He shrugged. "But since-"
He stopped when the most annoying sound reverberated from one of the rooms around.
"What the hell's that?"
Oliver and Percy.
Harry had his arms around Draco. Shit. Percy. Percy was Ron's brother. Oliver was Marcus' boyfriend. What the hell was he doing with *Percy*?
"Harry.." Draco buried his hand mournfully in his boyfriend's chest. "We're so in trouble."
tbc...
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