Chapter Six: Hidden Desires and Two New Students

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter anything, nor do I own Dragon Lance anything. I do however own the new transfer students. not like that. yeah the rating is getting pretty high up there now. Well this is for everyone who wanted chapter six, even after all that stuff in chapter five. hehe. Oh and I do own the Deatheater Raves.

Many students, guardians, and teachers alike were feeling a building tension in the air of Hogwarts everyday. It was only a few more days until the Halloween Feast, and everyone expected something to happen from within the school or from without. No sign had yet been seen or heard of Lord Voldemort's activities. It was as if he was trying to make people forget about him by doing absolutely nothing. No attacks on muggles, not even the occasional Deatheater Rave that even Albus Dumbledore had avidly attended until all the muggle killings really escalated. It was whispered that Dumbledore had indeed continued to attend them even after that point, but he would never admit to that. In fact, it had been at one of these Deatheater Raves that Voldemort had decided to kill James and Lily Potter. After Voldemort had very drunkenly hit on Lily, James punched Voldemort, knocking several teeth out for regrowth and braking his nose. The fight and deadly hangover the next morning, which he attributed to the Potters, caused Voldemort to go to their house for a "visit". Later, claiming to have been just going for a visit and to apologize for the fight, Voldemort insisted that James cast the same spell he did, only James missed. Then, when Lily saw what had happened, she too cast the curse and missed. Voldemort recalls hitting her with that particular curse by sheer accident. Finally, feeling very guilty, Voldemort insists that he made it look like he cast the curse on harry and it back fired. This story, however, is only believed by the most faithful Deatheaters. Needless to say, Voldemort never drank again. Draco was walking down the hall from his Care of Magical Creatures class with Gryffindor. He hated these days. He spent all day in the same class as him. Barely a moment had passed that the blonde fifth year was not thinking about his worst enemy. Although this was not unusual, in the past Draco had not thought of Potter with longing or lust, now that seemed the only way to think of him. The two boys were hiding their longing to again be in each other's arms by getting into fights and being more bitter than usual to each other. This, however, only made them want the other boy even more. Draco had tried to forget about Potter and that night at the beginning of school by screwing Pansy Parkinson, but she was one ugly git and had a disgusting thing for Goyle. Besides she hadn't been able to drive Potter from his mind either. He had an uncanny impression that his eyes were merely toying with him when he had sex with her. It was like his eyes made him see Pansy when everything else firmly told him it was Potter lying beneath him. Draco wondered what Harry was doing right now. He had to admit he wanted to know. Finally, deciding to "accidentally" run into Potter, he turned his footsteps toward the library. Potter, Granger, and Weasley seemed to spend most of their time in there. When the Slytherin got there, he saw Hermione and Ron leaving. They walked off toward the Gryffindor common room, leaving Harry all alone. Draco leaned desperately against a wall with his eyes closed as the most lustful and bizarre images slipped across his internal vision. Soon Harry got up to leave. His thoughts on staying behind when his friends had left had been that he might find Draco alone. Having no idea whether he would try to kill or rape the blonde Slytherin, Harry walked out of the library and was face to face with the center of his thoughts. Both boys just stared at each other in the empty hall for long moments. "Malfoy," Harry managed past a sudden constriction in his throat. "Potter, walk with me. We need to talk.alone." Harry's emerald eyes gapped at this mild announcement as he fell into step with Draco. The two walked in silence for a long while, and when they finally did hear people coming down the corridor toward the Great Hall, they scouted into an empty classroom. The knowledge that they would not be disturbed pushed the boys beyond enduring the months of hiding their passions. Draco's nightly dreams of Harry made him desire the emerald-eyed boy even more. "So what do we have to talk about, Malfoy?" He sounds so tired and weary, like I am. Draco thought compassionately, and stopped himself none-too-soon from bringing Harry's head to his chest. "Us." He whispered as he turned from his passion and wandered about the room. "What about us?" Harry sounded suspicious, but secretly prayed the Slytherin said what Harry had wanted to say all along. Draco kept his back turned toward the other boy and smiled. He had to trust to luck now. "You think about that lesson on the first day back every night, don't you?" Harry was stunned to silence. Draco sounded both remorseful and almost hopeful beneath the customary bitter edge of sarcasm. Harry walked over to where Draco stood, and put his arms around the other boy's shoulders. Draco closed his eyes and tilted his head back as ecstasy raced through his veins. "You think about it every night as well, Malfoy. You wish it hadn't been just a lesson." The Gryffindor let go of Draco and started to leave the room. He was breathing heavily with passion. He wanted Draco so much. As Harry walked away, Draco turned and grabbed his arm tightly. Harry looked up at the blonde Slytherin. "What is it, Malfoy?" "Stop calling me that!" Draco yelled. Harry's emerald eyes opened wide. "I hate being a Malfoy." Draco whispered, turning away. "It means I can't be what I want; can't be with those I want to be with those I want to be with. Can't you understand that, Harry?" The Gryffindor boy's mouth dropped. Draco had never called him Harry and had never shown that he too was just another scared and tired boy. Before either knew what was happening, Harry had brought Draco's head to his chest, where the boy was weeping. The emerald eyes closed as love for his fellow classmate overcame all the past years of hatred and jealousy. Harry gently kissed the blonde hair, and Draco raised his tear-streaked eyes to those of his old enemy. "Draco, I am sorry. I had no idea." Harry began. "You're right though, Harry." He whispered. "I do think about that lesson every night. I do wish it hadn't been just that." "It doesn't have to be, Draco." "Doesn't it? No one would approve of it. The magic world is as scared of homosexuals as the muggle world, and my father." Harry silenced the blonde boy with a gently kiss. "Who cares what anyone thinks?" The Slytherin felt such comfort in Harry's strong arms. As the nightly dreams came flooding back, the two boy's lips touched. Lust and desire bubbled through their blood like cheap wine as their clothes fell to the floor about them. As the two boys succumbed to their lusts and passions, only two rooms away, Raistlin and Krista lay in each other's arms as well, doing just about the same sensual activities. The few remaining days until Halloween passed quickly. Harry and Draco still put up the front of enemies. Although there weren't really anymore fistfights, and the blows of the day were soothed away with the caresses of the night. As the school gathered in the Great Hall for the feast, a tension seemed to exist between the boys. A tension that most took for hatred, but that was truly longing. Longing to be in the other's arms again tonight. As the student body sat down, Headmaster Dumbledore rose once again. "I have an announcement to make before we enjoy this delightful Halloween feast. I am pleased to announce that we have two new students with us. They are transfer students from the distant America. They have transferred from the America School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." Two girls walked out from the side door to the teacher's table. The taller of the two girls had dark brown hair and tan skin. She seemed to be almost subservient to the shorter one. This other girl had very, very long pale blonde hair and even paler skin. Though she was short, she seemed to hold herself with almost royal airs. "This is Raven Redwing. She is in Ravenclaw." He pointed to the tall brown haired girl. "And this is Rekka Doyle. She is in Gryffindor." He added, motioning to the blonde girl. "Due to the lack of room in the Ravenclaw classes, Ms. Redwing will be attending classes with the Gryffindors." With that the two girls joined their respective house tables. Fred and George were whispering to each other about something as they pointed to the new Gryffindor. Finally, the feast was at an end. The students, including the transfers, were returning to their dorms. Harry and Draco easily slipped out of the hustle of students. They made their way to the empty Defense against Dark Arts classroom. Soon the two boys were once again in each other's arms.