Author: Evita
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all characters belong to J.K. Rowling. I don't
make any money out of this and do it for fun. Don't sue
This story contains slash (Harry/Draco) or (Draco/Harry )Whatever
5th year, now AU because book five came out
I'm redoing the fic a bit, for I'm not happy with it.
If you want the archive my fic somewhere I'd be very honoured, just email me.
If you want to my beta I will you love forever.
If you email me, please do!
If you review you'll make my day.
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Chapter 5
"Madam Pomfrey would you kindly fetch master Malfoy for me I think he had his time with his mother."
"Of course Headmaster"
But there was no need for it cause Narcissa walked in on her own Draco suspiciously absent. "If you are looking for my son, he has left and felt no need to return to this.. hospital wing. It is my time to leave and I would like from you to tell my son that his father and I will talk to him soon. Good day." With that she swirled around and strode away.
"Well there you have the Malfoy attitude again." The Headmaster said
"So Harry you can't tell anything special?"
"No sir I don't know what happened, one minute I was there the next we passed out. I didn't notice the things flying around or that explosion. You said it was because there was a very strong magic in the air?"
"Yes Harry that's why those things happened. You're sure you don't remember? Not even how you felt?"
"No sir." And with that Harry Potter the true and noble Gryffindor lied to Albus Dumbledore, cause he for once wanted something of himself, a secret, a feeling something that he could discover on his own, no help from Ron or the ever so smart Hermione. No press. No, just him just him and Draco Malfoy although he didn't notice that last thought pass by.
"Well I think you can go then, if you're very very sure there is nothing you want to tell me." Harry knew that the Headmaster knew that he knew more (try and figure that one out!) He couldn't care less.
"Thank you Headmaster, Madame Pomfrey, Matt, see you in DADA Class."
With that he walked out of the hospital wing, and he kept on walking, following where his heart would take him
******* Somewhere else in Hogwarts castle on the roof to be more precisely, Draco Malfoy was seated. He always liked high places his attic for one and Quidditch of course. Gave him time to think not to be disturbed and to clear his mind which was something he desperately needed to do now.
Why had things changed so much it was only a dream. But it felt like his whole life had changed, his mind and his body.
The dream where had it come from? Was it just a product of his adolescent hormones? If it was why was everything different then? His feelings where changing too he was not disgusted with himself anymore no somewhere in his mind he knew he had accepted it,(those feelings) but dealing with it was a whole different case.
So there he sat Draco Malfoy on the roof of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry near the old West Tower which he had used to climb the roof.
The spot didn't help him think, he couldn't get his thoughts together, he needed to talk about it and he knew it, with his parents? He loved them to bits. But this was something he did not dare tell them. This was something he wanted to find out on his own, something he would keep for himself, it would be hard but he would try.
He sighed, his life would never be easy would it? No, it would not, but the most important thing was that he needed to be happy. And Harry where was his part in all of this? He just couldn't say: "Hey Harry I had a nice dream about you and would you like to be friends and maybe act it out?"
"Act it out ?" he questioned himself. Okay he could somewhere accept that he didn't want to be enemies with Potter anymore, that he wanted to be friends, but to be hugged by him, nuzzled? The thought brought a flush to his cheeks, and he quickly stopped that train. So friends it was, yes friends if they where friends maybe they could find out what happened on the train. Yes finding it out together and he could talk to him, tell him secrets take him to his attic.
If anyone would have seen Draco Malfoy right now they would have been shocked to an end cause there he sat a dreamy smile upon his face sighing now and then. That was not a common sight a common expression to see up the face of a Malfoy, they would have been even more shocked if they would know who caused his state of mind.
He sat there for quite some time thinking, waiting. Looking for something or someone Al tough he had no idea for what.
But the boy who was currently climbing the stairs of the West Tower knew exactly what he was looking for, an explanation but that being the only thing he knew.
***
"Hello? .... Malfoy?" The words echoed up the spiral staircase.
Said boy was jerked out of his thoughts by sounds of the creaking stairs and of course his name being called by Harry Potter. And somewhere in his mind it was registered that he was disappointed that he had been called Malfoy.
"Yes I'm here on the roof." He did not know what to call Harry. O god that sounds weird he wanted to call him Harry yes Harry Harry Harry and Harry forever but he could not could he? I mean he called him Malfoy right? So he should call him Potter but that sounded so cold and he did want to make friends with him and that did not happen when he would call him Potter all the time right? If this could be so confusing only worrying about how to call the raven haired boy then what troubles where still waiting for him?
"What are you doing here on the roof you could fall or hurt your self." Did he just sound worried? Draco wondered.
"Why did you come here?"
"I want an explanation"
'For what?"
"Don't be stupid, what happened on the train why you said those things, why I felt so weird why.."
He was interrupted by Draco.
"Why do you think I can't change?"
"You're a Malfoy."
"You said that before and I still think that's not an answer."
"Well uhhh why would you change?"
That was a good question a good question indeed one that Draco Malfoy could not yet answer fully and truly cause he did not know it himself but he tried anyway.
"Maybe because I want to change."
"Why would you?"
"I want to Harry. I don't want to be a deatheater I don't want to be the ever so evil Slytherin I want friends too! I want . "and he stopped he couldn't say it. But he didn't have to, the shock on the Gryffindor's face was already quite clearly visible, for he was staring open mouthed at our Draco.
"I'm sorry- Draco added- I should not have yelled at you."
"The train accident." It was a statement that the raven haired boy made. A statement that he wanted to change the subject. Why couldn't he handle this?
"What about it" Draco answered absent mindly for he was staring at the view stretched before him.
"Did you feel it?"
That jerked Draco out of his thoughts,
"You mean you felt something too? A surge of power?"
"Yes! You know what it is?"
"No I don't nor do I know why it happened they say our magic was so strong the train stopped"
"Our magic?" Harry questioned
Draco actually flushed again, which was almost becoming a habit but Harry was stunned baffled and without word he had never seen Draco Malfoy with pink cheeks. Quite fetching he thought subconsciously good thing he was to busy staring at Draco to realise what he was thinking, or notice the tightening of his pants cause there would be a hell of a riot.
"Dumbledore said he didn't know anything either, and that he had never seen such power before with such young wizards as ourselves. What did you feel Harry? Cause I felt ...I felt like I was somewhere else I felt power running through my body I felt like flying." Draco decided to take the plunge:
"I felt you."
And quickly looked away cause the fading pink stain was rapidly returning to his cheeks.
"I..I I..I .. Guess I felt that too."
If Draco Malfoy would have had the courage to look at Harry then he would have soon him blushing but Draco was to busy berating himself. That Harry's words did not hit bay directly....
O god Harry thought
What did I do I.. Oh god I need to get out of here what was I thinking I'll find an other time to talk about this.
"Hey Draco I have to go I'm tired bye."
And with that Harry Potter rushed inside and almost rolled down the stairs. The thinking and rushing out may have seem to be hours to Harry but in truth in only took him 5 seconds after his reply to get his ass out of there. Quidditch reflexes.
Back on the roof Harry words had finally penetrated to Draco's brain.
WHAT! O my god! He said he felt it too, he agreed with me! He ran. He had called him Draco.
Draco was dazed so many things happened today, so many things to think about, he was to tired comprehend it all and decided to go back to his dorm.
****
After an hour long walk to his dorm (which in reality only was a few minutes) He crashed on his bed throwing his clothes of snuggling under the cover in his boxers, he was to tired to change.
He fell asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow.
*****
'Harry what are you doing here?'
"I came to talk to you ..Draco." He added, almost seductively. Said boy shivered, and blushed ."Ehh Harry you wanted to talk about what happened today? Cause I really honestly don't know what happened, I swear, I only remember how I felt."
"How did you feel?" The green eyed one asked moving closer to a very nervous Draco.
"I felt power and magic very powerful magic, like I was in an other world Did you feel that too?"
"Yes I did Draco, did you feel something else?" He was again moving closer to the blond boy their thighs where now touching.
"Well eh Harry could kind of well feel umm... :You."
"Now that's interesting isn't it Draco you say you could feel me I could feel you too I could see what you saw I hear what you where thinking. And I must say the latter was quite interesting." Draco flushed
"You should know I can't resist you when you're blushing like that." He whispered. And with that Harry Potter pressed his lips on Draco Malfoy's moving ever so slowly against them his hand rubbing the smaller boy's back. Draco was lost in his heaven.
Until his cruel mind decided that he should be awakened. He bolted upright, oh yes it seemed that his mind had created a version of his own how that afternoon's meeting with Harry on the roof should have gone.
He sat up panting, o god not again. That had been one sappy encounter, he was sure he couldn't hear what Harry was thinking or see through his eyes but the rest had been fairly true. And to make it worse he was in the same position as the "other time".
I think I'm going to take a shower, don't fancy sleeping this. He grabbed a towel and some clean underwear blatantly ignoring the state of his boxers or more the organ contained there. I will not I will not do it I refuse too!!!!!!! It was almost a mantra by the time he reached the shower. A shower would help right? He slid down his boxers trying to ignore the delicious friction as the silk slid over his cock.
He turned the tab and stepped under the nice and warm water, grabbing the soap and started washing himself, and again he could not resist the temptation. So he started the second exploration.
He cleaned himself and the shower quickly and returned to bed he was still in post orgasmic bliss to care too much about what he had just done.
That was nice he thought slipping under the cover. Hmmm apparently he hadn't dried himself good enough he his arms where still wet. Must have forgotten those, he started to dry his right then his left and when he reached his wrist.
Hey, a Birth mark, birth mark? Malfoy's aren't supposed to have them.
Hmmm I ask mother for a cure or something. Later.
And with that He fell back in to dreamland.
*****
Author Note's Harry made friends With Matt too. I know this isn't such a great chapter but I tried my best. And still hope you like it. (Took me a really long time to write and I decided to stop editing t and just post it.)
Evita.
Thank you for your reviews:
Asaroth69
Kimmy
Fleur101
Frizzy
Tenku-no- Sora
Madhatter -You're right about my writhing format but I think that the fictionnet makes you're format really weird when you upload. And I'm still new to posting here but I will try and improve it!
LadyVader
Mak
This story contains slash (Harry/Draco) or (Draco/Harry )Whatever
5th year, now AU because book five came out
I'm redoing the fic a bit, for I'm not happy with it.
If you want the archive my fic somewhere I'd be very honoured, just email me.
If you want to my beta I will you love forever.
If you email me, please do!
If you review you'll make my day.
****
Chapter 5
"Madam Pomfrey would you kindly fetch master Malfoy for me I think he had his time with his mother."
"Of course Headmaster"
But there was no need for it cause Narcissa walked in on her own Draco suspiciously absent. "If you are looking for my son, he has left and felt no need to return to this.. hospital wing. It is my time to leave and I would like from you to tell my son that his father and I will talk to him soon. Good day." With that she swirled around and strode away.
"Well there you have the Malfoy attitude again." The Headmaster said
"So Harry you can't tell anything special?"
"No sir I don't know what happened, one minute I was there the next we passed out. I didn't notice the things flying around or that explosion. You said it was because there was a very strong magic in the air?"
"Yes Harry that's why those things happened. You're sure you don't remember? Not even how you felt?"
"No sir." And with that Harry Potter the true and noble Gryffindor lied to Albus Dumbledore, cause he for once wanted something of himself, a secret, a feeling something that he could discover on his own, no help from Ron or the ever so smart Hermione. No press. No, just him just him and Draco Malfoy although he didn't notice that last thought pass by.
"Well I think you can go then, if you're very very sure there is nothing you want to tell me." Harry knew that the Headmaster knew that he knew more (try and figure that one out!) He couldn't care less.
"Thank you Headmaster, Madame Pomfrey, Matt, see you in DADA Class."
With that he walked out of the hospital wing, and he kept on walking, following where his heart would take him
******* Somewhere else in Hogwarts castle on the roof to be more precisely, Draco Malfoy was seated. He always liked high places his attic for one and Quidditch of course. Gave him time to think not to be disturbed and to clear his mind which was something he desperately needed to do now.
Why had things changed so much it was only a dream. But it felt like his whole life had changed, his mind and his body.
The dream where had it come from? Was it just a product of his adolescent hormones? If it was why was everything different then? His feelings where changing too he was not disgusted with himself anymore no somewhere in his mind he knew he had accepted it,(those feelings) but dealing with it was a whole different case.
So there he sat Draco Malfoy on the roof of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry near the old West Tower which he had used to climb the roof.
The spot didn't help him think, he couldn't get his thoughts together, he needed to talk about it and he knew it, with his parents? He loved them to bits. But this was something he did not dare tell them. This was something he wanted to find out on his own, something he would keep for himself, it would be hard but he would try.
He sighed, his life would never be easy would it? No, it would not, but the most important thing was that he needed to be happy. And Harry where was his part in all of this? He just couldn't say: "Hey Harry I had a nice dream about you and would you like to be friends and maybe act it out?"
"Act it out ?" he questioned himself. Okay he could somewhere accept that he didn't want to be enemies with Potter anymore, that he wanted to be friends, but to be hugged by him, nuzzled? The thought brought a flush to his cheeks, and he quickly stopped that train. So friends it was, yes friends if they where friends maybe they could find out what happened on the train. Yes finding it out together and he could talk to him, tell him secrets take him to his attic.
If anyone would have seen Draco Malfoy right now they would have been shocked to an end cause there he sat a dreamy smile upon his face sighing now and then. That was not a common sight a common expression to see up the face of a Malfoy, they would have been even more shocked if they would know who caused his state of mind.
He sat there for quite some time thinking, waiting. Looking for something or someone Al tough he had no idea for what.
But the boy who was currently climbing the stairs of the West Tower knew exactly what he was looking for, an explanation but that being the only thing he knew.
***
"Hello? .... Malfoy?" The words echoed up the spiral staircase.
Said boy was jerked out of his thoughts by sounds of the creaking stairs and of course his name being called by Harry Potter. And somewhere in his mind it was registered that he was disappointed that he had been called Malfoy.
"Yes I'm here on the roof." He did not know what to call Harry. O god that sounds weird he wanted to call him Harry yes Harry Harry Harry and Harry forever but he could not could he? I mean he called him Malfoy right? So he should call him Potter but that sounded so cold and he did want to make friends with him and that did not happen when he would call him Potter all the time right? If this could be so confusing only worrying about how to call the raven haired boy then what troubles where still waiting for him?
"What are you doing here on the roof you could fall or hurt your self." Did he just sound worried? Draco wondered.
"Why did you come here?"
"I want an explanation"
'For what?"
"Don't be stupid, what happened on the train why you said those things, why I felt so weird why.."
He was interrupted by Draco.
"Why do you think I can't change?"
"You're a Malfoy."
"You said that before and I still think that's not an answer."
"Well uhhh why would you change?"
That was a good question a good question indeed one that Draco Malfoy could not yet answer fully and truly cause he did not know it himself but he tried anyway.
"Maybe because I want to change."
"Why would you?"
"I want to Harry. I don't want to be a deatheater I don't want to be the ever so evil Slytherin I want friends too! I want . "and he stopped he couldn't say it. But he didn't have to, the shock on the Gryffindor's face was already quite clearly visible, for he was staring open mouthed at our Draco.
"I'm sorry- Draco added- I should not have yelled at you."
"The train accident." It was a statement that the raven haired boy made. A statement that he wanted to change the subject. Why couldn't he handle this?
"What about it" Draco answered absent mindly for he was staring at the view stretched before him.
"Did you feel it?"
That jerked Draco out of his thoughts,
"You mean you felt something too? A surge of power?"
"Yes! You know what it is?"
"No I don't nor do I know why it happened they say our magic was so strong the train stopped"
"Our magic?" Harry questioned
Draco actually flushed again, which was almost becoming a habit but Harry was stunned baffled and without word he had never seen Draco Malfoy with pink cheeks. Quite fetching he thought subconsciously good thing he was to busy staring at Draco to realise what he was thinking, or notice the tightening of his pants cause there would be a hell of a riot.
"Dumbledore said he didn't know anything either, and that he had never seen such power before with such young wizards as ourselves. What did you feel Harry? Cause I felt ...I felt like I was somewhere else I felt power running through my body I felt like flying." Draco decided to take the plunge:
"I felt you."
And quickly looked away cause the fading pink stain was rapidly returning to his cheeks.
"I..I I..I .. Guess I felt that too."
If Draco Malfoy would have had the courage to look at Harry then he would have soon him blushing but Draco was to busy berating himself. That Harry's words did not hit bay directly....
O god Harry thought
What did I do I.. Oh god I need to get out of here what was I thinking I'll find an other time to talk about this.
"Hey Draco I have to go I'm tired bye."
And with that Harry Potter rushed inside and almost rolled down the stairs. The thinking and rushing out may have seem to be hours to Harry but in truth in only took him 5 seconds after his reply to get his ass out of there. Quidditch reflexes.
Back on the roof Harry words had finally penetrated to Draco's brain.
WHAT! O my god! He said he felt it too, he agreed with me! He ran. He had called him Draco.
Draco was dazed so many things happened today, so many things to think about, he was to tired comprehend it all and decided to go back to his dorm.
****
After an hour long walk to his dorm (which in reality only was a few minutes) He crashed on his bed throwing his clothes of snuggling under the cover in his boxers, he was to tired to change.
He fell asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow.
*****
'Harry what are you doing here?'
"I came to talk to you ..Draco." He added, almost seductively. Said boy shivered, and blushed ."Ehh Harry you wanted to talk about what happened today? Cause I really honestly don't know what happened, I swear, I only remember how I felt."
"How did you feel?" The green eyed one asked moving closer to a very nervous Draco.
"I felt power and magic very powerful magic, like I was in an other world Did you feel that too?"
"Yes I did Draco, did you feel something else?" He was again moving closer to the blond boy their thighs where now touching.
"Well eh Harry could kind of well feel umm... :You."
"Now that's interesting isn't it Draco you say you could feel me I could feel you too I could see what you saw I hear what you where thinking. And I must say the latter was quite interesting." Draco flushed
"You should know I can't resist you when you're blushing like that." He whispered. And with that Harry Potter pressed his lips on Draco Malfoy's moving ever so slowly against them his hand rubbing the smaller boy's back. Draco was lost in his heaven.
Until his cruel mind decided that he should be awakened. He bolted upright, oh yes it seemed that his mind had created a version of his own how that afternoon's meeting with Harry on the roof should have gone.
He sat up panting, o god not again. That had been one sappy encounter, he was sure he couldn't hear what Harry was thinking or see through his eyes but the rest had been fairly true. And to make it worse he was in the same position as the "other time".
I think I'm going to take a shower, don't fancy sleeping this. He grabbed a towel and some clean underwear blatantly ignoring the state of his boxers or more the organ contained there. I will not I will not do it I refuse too!!!!!!! It was almost a mantra by the time he reached the shower. A shower would help right? He slid down his boxers trying to ignore the delicious friction as the silk slid over his cock.
He turned the tab and stepped under the nice and warm water, grabbing the soap and started washing himself, and again he could not resist the temptation. So he started the second exploration.
He cleaned himself and the shower quickly and returned to bed he was still in post orgasmic bliss to care too much about what he had just done.
That was nice he thought slipping under the cover. Hmmm apparently he hadn't dried himself good enough he his arms where still wet. Must have forgotten those, he started to dry his right then his left and when he reached his wrist.
Hey, a Birth mark, birth mark? Malfoy's aren't supposed to have them.
Hmmm I ask mother for a cure or something. Later.
And with that He fell back in to dreamland.
*****
Author Note's Harry made friends With Matt too. I know this isn't such a great chapter but I tried my best. And still hope you like it. (Took me a really long time to write and I decided to stop editing t and just post it.)
Evita.
Thank you for your reviews:
Asaroth69
Kimmy
Fleur101
Frizzy
Tenku-no- Sora
Madhatter -You're right about my writhing format but I think that the fictionnet makes you're format really weird when you upload. And I'm still new to posting here but I will try and improve it!
LadyVader
Mak
