Chapter Four: A Slytherin and Gryffindor Pair Up
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter characters, books, merchandise, copyrights, stock, or anything else in such a manner. I also do not own any of the Dragon Lance characters, books (unless you count that I bought copies of DLChronicles...), merchandise, copyrights, etc. I wish desperately that I did own Raistlin Majere, as he is only the coolest character ever, but unfortunately I don't... yet... but that could change... seriously anything is possible... I made an extra HP character that doesn't exist whom I do own... possibly more later on too. muahahaha You can't have everyone Rowling! Hmm.... anyway on with the story... All right, so the story just turned at least PG 13 in this chapter if not close to R. I think it will probably get a lot worse too. For those of you who are homophobic or just don't like reading about this sort of thing. too bad! I don't give a bloody damn! I am not homophobic and happen to like the idea of Harry and Draco together. You can just feel all that sexual tension waiting to be released. *grins evilly*
Harry and his classmates collapsed at their table. Across the large room, the fifth year Slytherin class echoed the motion. Defense against Dark Arts wasn't fun, like it had been with Professor Lupin, or even overly interesting like when the fake Mad-Eye Moody had been teaching it. It was simple exhausting. "What is next?" muttered Ron. "Potions with Slytherin?" "No," mused Hermione looking over the schedule. "Care of Magical Creatures.with Slytherin." She added. Ron moaned loudly, as did Thomas and Dean. Harry was strangely silent. He had been the only one to notice Draco's particularly odd behavior in Defense against Dark Arts, it seemed. His eyes rose to the Slytherin table across the room. A flash of silver- blonde hair told him exactly where Draco was. Must to his discomfort, Harry found his seemingly causal, emerald-eyed glance met head on by the hard, cold, clear stare of burning gray eyes. Try as he might he was unable to break the glance until Hermione shook his shoulder. "Harry, you haven't eaten anything. If you're not feeling well, I am sure Hagrid will understand. All we have left today is Care of Magical Creatures. Perhaps you should go get some rest?" Harry saw the concern mirrored in both his friends' faces. "No I am fine, seriously." He muttered as Sirrus and Remus joined their table. "Where's Krista?" Remus inquired, looking around the hall. "She stayed behind after Defense against Dark Arts class. Professor Majere wanted to talk to her about something." Ron said off-handedly, then got excited. "Have you seen his face? I mean it is the weirdest thing in the world! And his eyes!" Ron proceeded to fill Sirrus and Remus in about Professor Majere. Sirrus and Remus snickered to themselves. "Ron, we have met him prior to yesterday. Dumbledore had a meeting in which he told us what we would be doing and we met Majere there." Sirrus informed Ron with a grin. "Oh." Ron appeared downcast a moment, and then perked up. "But his eyes are wild!" Remus chuckled, and turned to ask Harry something. He never asked his question though. Harry's eyes had once again been caught in Draco's because of another quick, fugitive glance. Draco was staring hard at Harry, and he could do nothing by stare back into the richly gray colored irises. Remus said nothing about this, but shook Harry out of the death-lock gaze and indicated if anything was wrong without words. He didn't want to embarrass Harry by having his friends make a fuss about him. Harry shook his head, and Remus nodded. "What class do you have now, Harry?" He inquired. "Care of Magical Creatures with Slytherin." Harry muttered breathlessly. Something about Draco's flaring eyes brought a feverish feeling to Harry's skin. The Slytherins and Gryffindors walked out of the castle and across the large grassy yard toward Hagrid's hut. Strangely, Draco didn't make a single leering comment about Harry, Ron, Hermione, or Hagrid on the way over. Harry wondered at this unnatural quiet that had befallen Draco, and again the vision of his gray eyes consumed Harry's mind until it was all he could think about. When the two classes got to Hagrid's hut, the giant was waiting for them. "Alright now. I have a special treat for you today." The big man grinned beneath his beard. No comment from Draco about the last special treat we got from Hagrid in his class. What is wrong with him? Harry would have welcomed a snide remark. Something, anything to convince Harry that he still hated Draco, but nothing ever came. Hagrid had gathered up some small fire-loving worms. The class spent the whole class watching the worms crawl across the burning logs and learning what the uses of the worms were. Draco didn't say a word all class. After class, the two respective houses split up. Slytherins going down to the dungeons and Gryffindors going up to their own dorm room. "Hermione, I'll be along. I need to look something up in the library." Harry muttered. "Well why don't me and Ron come? I am sure we could help you find whatever you need." She administered sternly. "No, Herm. You two go on ahead. I won't be long." Ron and Hermione cast each other worried glances as they climbed the stairs to the dorm room. Harry wandered slowly in the direction of the library. He wasn't too eager to get there because then he would have to turn around and go back to the dorm. He really didn't have anything to look up; he just wanted to be left alone to think for a little while. Suddenly two strong, pale hands grabbed his shoulders and dragged him bodily into an empty classroom. "What?" "Shhh, don't ruin it." A voice hissed into his ear as he was pressed against the cold stone wall. It was too dark in the room to see who had accosted him, but he knew it was a boy about his own age from the voice. However, the voice was husky, as if he was trying to disguise it, and unfortunately for Harry, the owner of the voice was very good at hiding who he was. Harry was pinned to the wall by the other boy's body. He couldn't move, but his sight was beginning to grow accustomed to the negligence of light. Hot, soft lips closed over his before he could make out who it was that had him pinned to the wall. To his shock, Harry found himself returning the passionate kiss, even though he knew this was a boy. The two were locked in the heated fire of the simple kiss for many long moments. When the boys' lips finally separated, Harry could dimly see the dark room around them. He could see well enough to at least make out whom he had just kissed. His eyes widened alarmingly. "Draco?" He whispered in disbelief, but any further comments were blocked off by a second arduous kiss. This one more impassioned and less soft than the first. The thrill of the kiss and seductive caresses of Draco's thin fingers made Harry relinquish all sense and reason. Against all better judgement, he wanted Draco. He couldn't explain it, and certainly wouldn't have guessed he would have felt this way, but he did. His hand moved to rest upon the back of Draco's neck; each of the two boys pulling the other closer to him. Suddenly Draco pulled away. Harry started after him, but forced himself to remain against the wall; he wouldn't be the one to chase after Draco. "I bet you enjoyed that, Potter." Draco spat. Harry narrowed his eyes. "You're the one that kissed me first, Malfoy." His voice was husky after the passion of the two kisses and searching fingers' touch. Draco sneered, but was secretly thankful of the dark, thankful that Harry couldn't see the flush of passion that had risen up in his cheeks. "Yeah, but you enjoyed it. I was just teaching you a lesson." "Oh and what lesson would that have been?" "That I can take whatever I want." Draco smirked as he turned and left Harry in the dark. Harry stayed in the dark room for several long minutes. When he was finally sure that the flush had left his cheeks and he was again composed, he left the room behind and went up to his dormitory. Draco hurried down the corridor. He shied away from everyone that he passed, not wanting to be touched again. Although he never would have admitted it, he wanted the burning sensation Harry's touch had left on his skin. It filled him with such passion and lust, as he had never known before. Other than to throw the occasional punch, this was the first time the two had actually touched before, and Draco wanted more. Reaching the Slytherin dormitory, Draco rushed inside, never stopping for a moment or saying a word, he hurried to his room. Throwing himself on his bed, he pulled out a thick leather bound journal, a quill, and a bottle of black ink. Slowly, Draco began to write. He wrote all that had passed through his mind today. He wrote about the incident in Defense against Dark Arts class, all his thoughts during Care of Magical Creatures, and finally of what had just happened between himself and Harry in the empty classroom. He wrote all of his turbulent mix of emotions. Finally with a gaping yawn, Draco penned in one last sentence. ~Writing is the balm that soothes my troubled mind and soul.~ With this final sentence, Draco shoved the book beneath his pillow and fell into a fitful sleep.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter characters, books, merchandise, copyrights, stock, or anything else in such a manner. I also do not own any of the Dragon Lance characters, books (unless you count that I bought copies of DLChronicles...), merchandise, copyrights, etc. I wish desperately that I did own Raistlin Majere, as he is only the coolest character ever, but unfortunately I don't... yet... but that could change... seriously anything is possible... I made an extra HP character that doesn't exist whom I do own... possibly more later on too. muahahaha You can't have everyone Rowling! Hmm.... anyway on with the story... All right, so the story just turned at least PG 13 in this chapter if not close to R. I think it will probably get a lot worse too. For those of you who are homophobic or just don't like reading about this sort of thing. too bad! I don't give a bloody damn! I am not homophobic and happen to like the idea of Harry and Draco together. You can just feel all that sexual tension waiting to be released. *grins evilly*
Harry and his classmates collapsed at their table. Across the large room, the fifth year Slytherin class echoed the motion. Defense against Dark Arts wasn't fun, like it had been with Professor Lupin, or even overly interesting like when the fake Mad-Eye Moody had been teaching it. It was simple exhausting. "What is next?" muttered Ron. "Potions with Slytherin?" "No," mused Hermione looking over the schedule. "Care of Magical Creatures.with Slytherin." She added. Ron moaned loudly, as did Thomas and Dean. Harry was strangely silent. He had been the only one to notice Draco's particularly odd behavior in Defense against Dark Arts, it seemed. His eyes rose to the Slytherin table across the room. A flash of silver- blonde hair told him exactly where Draco was. Must to his discomfort, Harry found his seemingly causal, emerald-eyed glance met head on by the hard, cold, clear stare of burning gray eyes. Try as he might he was unable to break the glance until Hermione shook his shoulder. "Harry, you haven't eaten anything. If you're not feeling well, I am sure Hagrid will understand. All we have left today is Care of Magical Creatures. Perhaps you should go get some rest?" Harry saw the concern mirrored in both his friends' faces. "No I am fine, seriously." He muttered as Sirrus and Remus joined their table. "Where's Krista?" Remus inquired, looking around the hall. "She stayed behind after Defense against Dark Arts class. Professor Majere wanted to talk to her about something." Ron said off-handedly, then got excited. "Have you seen his face? I mean it is the weirdest thing in the world! And his eyes!" Ron proceeded to fill Sirrus and Remus in about Professor Majere. Sirrus and Remus snickered to themselves. "Ron, we have met him prior to yesterday. Dumbledore had a meeting in which he told us what we would be doing and we met Majere there." Sirrus informed Ron with a grin. "Oh." Ron appeared downcast a moment, and then perked up. "But his eyes are wild!" Remus chuckled, and turned to ask Harry something. He never asked his question though. Harry's eyes had once again been caught in Draco's because of another quick, fugitive glance. Draco was staring hard at Harry, and he could do nothing by stare back into the richly gray colored irises. Remus said nothing about this, but shook Harry out of the death-lock gaze and indicated if anything was wrong without words. He didn't want to embarrass Harry by having his friends make a fuss about him. Harry shook his head, and Remus nodded. "What class do you have now, Harry?" He inquired. "Care of Magical Creatures with Slytherin." Harry muttered breathlessly. Something about Draco's flaring eyes brought a feverish feeling to Harry's skin. The Slytherins and Gryffindors walked out of the castle and across the large grassy yard toward Hagrid's hut. Strangely, Draco didn't make a single leering comment about Harry, Ron, Hermione, or Hagrid on the way over. Harry wondered at this unnatural quiet that had befallen Draco, and again the vision of his gray eyes consumed Harry's mind until it was all he could think about. When the two classes got to Hagrid's hut, the giant was waiting for them. "Alright now. I have a special treat for you today." The big man grinned beneath his beard. No comment from Draco about the last special treat we got from Hagrid in his class. What is wrong with him? Harry would have welcomed a snide remark. Something, anything to convince Harry that he still hated Draco, but nothing ever came. Hagrid had gathered up some small fire-loving worms. The class spent the whole class watching the worms crawl across the burning logs and learning what the uses of the worms were. Draco didn't say a word all class. After class, the two respective houses split up. Slytherins going down to the dungeons and Gryffindors going up to their own dorm room. "Hermione, I'll be along. I need to look something up in the library." Harry muttered. "Well why don't me and Ron come? I am sure we could help you find whatever you need." She administered sternly. "No, Herm. You two go on ahead. I won't be long." Ron and Hermione cast each other worried glances as they climbed the stairs to the dorm room. Harry wandered slowly in the direction of the library. He wasn't too eager to get there because then he would have to turn around and go back to the dorm. He really didn't have anything to look up; he just wanted to be left alone to think for a little while. Suddenly two strong, pale hands grabbed his shoulders and dragged him bodily into an empty classroom. "What?" "Shhh, don't ruin it." A voice hissed into his ear as he was pressed against the cold stone wall. It was too dark in the room to see who had accosted him, but he knew it was a boy about his own age from the voice. However, the voice was husky, as if he was trying to disguise it, and unfortunately for Harry, the owner of the voice was very good at hiding who he was. Harry was pinned to the wall by the other boy's body. He couldn't move, but his sight was beginning to grow accustomed to the negligence of light. Hot, soft lips closed over his before he could make out who it was that had him pinned to the wall. To his shock, Harry found himself returning the passionate kiss, even though he knew this was a boy. The two were locked in the heated fire of the simple kiss for many long moments. When the boys' lips finally separated, Harry could dimly see the dark room around them. He could see well enough to at least make out whom he had just kissed. His eyes widened alarmingly. "Draco?" He whispered in disbelief, but any further comments were blocked off by a second arduous kiss. This one more impassioned and less soft than the first. The thrill of the kiss and seductive caresses of Draco's thin fingers made Harry relinquish all sense and reason. Against all better judgement, he wanted Draco. He couldn't explain it, and certainly wouldn't have guessed he would have felt this way, but he did. His hand moved to rest upon the back of Draco's neck; each of the two boys pulling the other closer to him. Suddenly Draco pulled away. Harry started after him, but forced himself to remain against the wall; he wouldn't be the one to chase after Draco. "I bet you enjoyed that, Potter." Draco spat. Harry narrowed his eyes. "You're the one that kissed me first, Malfoy." His voice was husky after the passion of the two kisses and searching fingers' touch. Draco sneered, but was secretly thankful of the dark, thankful that Harry couldn't see the flush of passion that had risen up in his cheeks. "Yeah, but you enjoyed it. I was just teaching you a lesson." "Oh and what lesson would that have been?" "That I can take whatever I want." Draco smirked as he turned and left Harry in the dark. Harry stayed in the dark room for several long minutes. When he was finally sure that the flush had left his cheeks and he was again composed, he left the room behind and went up to his dormitory. Draco hurried down the corridor. He shied away from everyone that he passed, not wanting to be touched again. Although he never would have admitted it, he wanted the burning sensation Harry's touch had left on his skin. It filled him with such passion and lust, as he had never known before. Other than to throw the occasional punch, this was the first time the two had actually touched before, and Draco wanted more. Reaching the Slytherin dormitory, Draco rushed inside, never stopping for a moment or saying a word, he hurried to his room. Throwing himself on his bed, he pulled out a thick leather bound journal, a quill, and a bottle of black ink. Slowly, Draco began to write. He wrote all that had passed through his mind today. He wrote about the incident in Defense against Dark Arts class, all his thoughts during Care of Magical Creatures, and finally of what had just happened between himself and Harry in the empty classroom. He wrote all of his turbulent mix of emotions. Finally with a gaping yawn, Draco penned in one last sentence. ~Writing is the balm that soothes my troubled mind and soul.~ With this final sentence, Draco shoved the book beneath his pillow and fell into a fitful sleep.
