Chapter Five Or Else…

"Olive… Oliver, honey… Umm…" The poor Ron Weasley tried to open his eyes. He was dreaming about his last encounter with Olive, um, Oliver Wood that is. He was expecting to get a good morning kiss from his sweet Olive, too bad for him, what came next really surprised him.

"Good morning, Ron, darling."

"Olive, how come your voice became different?" He opened his eyes and yawned widely.

"Ron Weasley, open your eyes, please. And who the hell is Olive anyway? This is me, Sea…"

"Oh, for Merlin's sake! Why the hell am I sleeping in Harry's bed? More over with you!" The bewildered red head made him even redder due to his panic. "Oh, shit! The last thing I remember was that I was with Olive then I came to tell Harry about it. Oh, damn!" Dreadfully he searched for his clothes.

"Calm down, sweetheart. Last night was so good. And you said you love me, don't you know that?" Seamus gave him a playful smile. "Want some more? We could do it in your bed if you want. Then we won't bother Harry even a bit."

"Damn you! You seduce me!" He tried to get up, but the fact that Seamus was entangled with him made his effort useless. "Get off me!"

"Nu-uh. You were the one who came to me and said you love me. No way, I'm letting you go. After all these years I've been chasing after you, but you never responded me. On the contrary, you kept chasing after every girl and boy in Hogwarts, except me! You even went over that slimmy Slytherin brat, Draco Malfoy, instead of me! Of course he didn't give a single damn about you. Or were you just going to add him to the list of your victims? You bad playboy. Well, the past is the past. Now it's a new beginning, with me, Ronniekins. I'm not gonna let you go. You're mine, Ron Weasley."

'Damn. I had a lot of lovers, but it was only for fun. Just when I really liked someone, this nightmare came. I did everything to get Olive, at last he reciprocated my feelings. I was so happy for it. And now, look what happened? How could this happen?'

"Ronniekins, do you want me to tell Harry that we slept in his bed?" A mischievous smile formed on his face.

"No way! He'll 'Avada Kedavra' me if you tell him." He started to panic again. He knew how much Seamus loves to spread scandals.

"Fine, I won't tell anything about this, if…" His smile became wider.

"If what? I'll do anything. Don't tell Harry. Don't tell Olive, please. I'll do anything."

"If…"

"If what, you git? Tell me, what the hell you want."

"If you would be my boyfriend."

"…" His jaw hanging opened.

"Silence? Ah, I'll take that as a yes." He pulled Ron closer to him.

'Damn.'

"So, my new boyfriend, I'm demanding for a give now."

'Shit.'

"Kiss me, Ron. You always do it to your other boyfriends or girlfriends, right? So it won't be difficult to do it with me now. Anyway, after what happened last night… Do you want me to remind you about it?"

"Shut up."

"Last night you came to me, then you hugged me and told me how much you love me. Then you…"

"Cut it out! Don't tell anyone and you get what you want." He pushed Seamus till the other boy was beneath him. He forcefully kissed Seamus with such anger.

***

"Harry, what are you looking at?" Ron glanced at his best friend who sat beside him. Then he looked towards the direction where Harry was staring. Surprisingly, Harry was gazing towards the person sitting in front of him. Or was it far, far away in front of him towards a particular gray-eyed person? "Oh, come on, Harry, you said you weren't into my sister, so why the hell are you staring at Ginny?" His comment made a young redhead with pinky cheeks turn red.

"Ginny? But, I wasn't… I was staring on Dray- Ouch… Why did you step on my foot, Ronniekins?" Harry glared at his friend.

"Idiot." He whispered beneath his breath. Ron smirked at him, which made him remember his object of affection. But, his smirk was sure more stunning than Ron's. "Pass me the pepper, please, Hermione." He said in a loud voice to distract the other people from the name that Harry almost mentioned.

"Can you two please behave? At least try not to ruin our appetites. Anyway, what are you guys fussing about in the middle of a meal? Don't you know that your actions are making other people lose their appetite? So, please behave."

"What do you mean fussing about? We didn't do anything. I was just talking to Harry, if it wasn't for you sticking your nose in other people's business. Anyway for your information, this is guys talk, no girls allowed."

"Oh, is it so. Well, have a nice chit chat then, guys. I won't interrupt. I don't even want to hear what you are up to." Then she turned her head away from Ron and started to talk to Ginny.

"Ron, Herm, don't fight anymore, we're friends, right? When will you guys get along well? Every time you meet both of you always end up with a fight."

"So, tell your snobby redhead friend to stop picking on me." Hermione smirked. Harry got confused, why was everyone smirking today? Has it become a trend? It made him remember what happened the night before. Was it only a dream? But it was so real. The things that involved a sexy gray eyed Slytherin dancing in such sexy outfit. The thoughts made him turn red.

"No, I wasn't, it was you who-" Ron who was his lifetime companion realized that the boy was blushing. Simply the attention stirred to him. And that ended the fight on that beautiful morning. "Harry?"

"What's up with you, Harry? You've been acting strange. Staring at Ginny-" That made the redhead blush again. "not paying attention, and now blushing without any reason? What are you guys up to? Ron, tell me this instance. I would like to know every single detail." Both of the boys could only return each other's glances. Not coming up with an answer.

"I-" Before he could answer a cold sexy voice, at least in his opinion interrupted. As usual the Ice Prince was followed by both of his comrades.

"My, my, I guess the three musketeers are in a brawl right now. Such a pity, friendship doesn't remain forever, does it?" Then he smirked. "Trying to make some sensation, Potter?"

"What do you want, Malfoy?" His heart beat twice faster since the Ice Prince came to their table. "I think no one invited you here."

"Well, I guess I'll have to invite myself, Potter." Both of them kept gazing deeply into each other's eyes. "I still have some business unsettled. With you, Potter."

"Pity for you, I don't remember getting involved with you." At the time, Draco gave another smirk and that made his heart beat faster.

The taller boy moved toward Harry and nearly leaned on his shoulders as Draco bent down. "So, you want everyone to know exactly what happened between us?" It affected a tingling feeling through Harry's spine as the Slytherin whispered in his ear.

"…" Harry gave him a look that meant an approval; of course no one besides both of them realized it. "Jerk."

"Let's go, Greg, Vince. It's getting boring here. So, there were no sensation at all, it's just a couple of pathetic people. How boring." The Ice Prince left the great hall, followed by Crabbe and Goyle.

***

"Harry, I want to talk to you."

"Sorry, Ron, I'm in a hurry. Later, okay?" Ron held his shoulder, not letting him to leave.

"Where were you last night?"

"I was… Ah, I'll tell you later, Ron. I really gotta go now." He turned around and took off to find Draco.

But, after a few steps he paused. "Er, Ronnie?"

"Yeah?"

"Good luck with your sweetheart, Olive, okay? Don't lose him, he's a great catch." Harry grinned.

"Thanks, buddy." Ron smiled weakly, remembering what happened with Seamus.

***

 "What do you want, Malfoy?" A raven-haired boy glared at him.

"Slow down your voice, you want to let everyone know I'm with you now?" Draco pulled Harry's hand and dragged him towards a secret gate that led them to a magical garden. Then he sat on the bench under the pine tree covered with snow. "So, why won't you sit down now? Or you want to make an exhibition for me? I'd be pleased to watch." The garden was an isolated one, not many people knew about it, only Albus Dumbledore himself. But, he too rarely comes to the spot. Draco found it on their first year and used it as his private place. "Don't worry, no one knows about this place. Well, except the owner, Dumbledie."

"…" Harry sat down without replying.

"Come on, I won't do anything to you. I just wanted to talk."

"Jerk."

"Wh-what? After what happened last night, you still call me that?"

"I don't care if you want to talk to me cause I don't want to get involved with you, jerk! I won't let you keep picking on my friends and me. So just shoot and let's finish our business quickly."

"Hmm, too bad. I was trying to be friendly and this is what I got." He placed his hand over Harry's. "Your so different from last night. What happened? You forgot about it? Don't tell me you didn't enjoy it."

"Don't touch me! I don't want you." Draco smirked.

"So, I see. You said you don't want me. Are you sure?" A playful grin formed on his lips.

"Jerk. Who needs a playboy like you?"

"Playboy? Who said so? Why don't you look at that red head friend of yours? He's the playboy around. Flirting with everyone, no matter boy or girl. He even flirted with me. Can you believe that? I'm not a bit like him. I never play around with people. Well, sure many people wants me, of course I'm such a beauty. (Ugh, narciss…) But, I don't let people have me except I really want them. And you're the lucky guy, Potte- um, Harry."

"Who would believe such a slimmy git like you? Anyway just go straight to the point, I don't have all day to listen to your blather."

"Harry… Why don't you stop denying me? Well, maybe I'll just have to make you remember what happened last night, don't I?" He touched Harry's lips. Placing feathery kisses on him. The smaller boy tried to struggle, but Draco held him firmly so that he couldn't let go. Draco nibbled on his lower lips and finally the boy gave in. The boys struggled for dominance, but sure Draco was much bigger than Harry so his effort was aimless. The boy ended with Draco on top of him. (Wonder who put that bench there? Maybe Dumbledie for some 'interesting' use? *grin*)

"I hate you, Malfoy."

The Slytherin smirked. "Well, sorry for that. Then I'll just have to make it up to you." Draco caught his lips once again. "Is this enough for an apology?"

"You slimmy git, I hate you." The raven haired boy glared at the blonde. "I hate you too much till I can't get my eyes off you."

"My, my, isn't that such a lovely praise? Well, thank you. I'm so flattered, Harry." He smirked again. He pulled Harry closer to him. "So, if you can't get your eyes off me, just don't. Cause I can't stop looking at you, too. You're just too beautiful, Harry." Both of them gazed deeply in each other's eyes.

"Oh, shut up already. You really talk too much, Malfoy." Harry circled his arm around Draco's slender waist.

"Call me Draco. Just like last night." An evil glint formed in his eyes just as he remembered their last encounter.

"I hate you so much, Draco Malfoy." He smirked.

"Well, is that another way to say 'I love you'? You know there's a frail line between love and hate."

The other boy chuckled.

"So, I'll take that as a yes." He raised one of his eyebrows. "How wonderful, the famous Harry Potter just said that he loves me." A teasing grin formed on his lips.

"You're too proud of yourself. When did I say 'I love you'?"

"There you did. You just said it. You said 'I love you', didn't you?" His lips formed an alluring smirk.

"You malicious git, you know what? I love it when you do that. I think I'm getting addicted to it."

"Well, don't I look sexy with this smirk?" He raised an eyebrow. The other boy formed a lopsided smile.

"But, I still hate you." He glared with his emerald eyes.

"Don't you know you have such beautiful eyes?" The Then he looked to the emerald pools, but still the boy refused to look at him. Instead he looked at other direction. He was still denying, but who can resist the Malfoy charm? Not him, for sure. Then he looked at the garden that was filled with gray roses. Gray, silver gray, almost ice blue, like Draco's eyes.

"Silver roses??" How in the world could there be silver roses? He suddenly got up and made Draco fell over to the ground.

"Ouch… Don't just get up like that." He rubbed his painful head. Well, lucky for him the garden was full of grass so the landing wasn't too hard. But, still the grass was shimmering like crystal, everything there was like ice, the ice kingdom of the Ice Prince.

"Didn't I tell you this is a magical garden, Harry? You can grow anything here, silver rose, black rose, blue, whatever you want. You can even make it shimmer. Interesting isn't it?"

"How did you find this place? Everything is like ice here. It's like winter, but it's still summer now. How could it be? This place isn't even marked in the Marauder's Map." He looked around with excitement. How didn't he realize it before? Maybe he was too occupied with his Ice Prince.

"What map?"

"Ah…" He clamped his mouth close like a five year old that unintentionally told a secret to a stranger.

"Oh, whatever. I know you have more secrets than anyone our age, if you don't want to tell me it's okay." He laid on the ground, facing Harry. "Come here, Harry." He patted the seat beside him. Then the raven-haired boy sat beside him.

"Everything here shimmers. It seems so icy cold. Icy blue. Just like your eyes. It's beautiful."

"My eyes? You said my eyes are beautiful?" He shifted closer to Harry and leaned on Harry's shoulder.

A smile formed on Harry's lips. "You are beautiful." He touched Draco's silvery strands. "Everything of you." Draco entwined their hands together. " Too bad sometimes you act like a jerk. I wish you're like this every time."

"When? I never acted like a jerk."

"You always insult people, you always try to initiate fight with me, you always…" His words were caught up cause Draco placed his lips on that exact spot.

"Why don't stop thinking about that now. If you keep on going we're just going to argue about this. You're going to ruin the atmosphere here. Anyway, I disgust mudbloods and I can't help it. I've been raised as a child to detest mudbloods. I'm a pure blood. That's the praise of the family. That's what I am. I can't change it." Harry looked sad about it. He never understands why the pure bloods think that they are superior from the others. "Don't look at me like that. Everyone can have their own opinions, right? You can't change mine, and I can't change yours. And about being like this, I won't do it for anyone else. It's only for you." Harry felt as if he found another part of the blonde, a part that he was hiding behind his cold and conceited looks. Harry felt a certain urge to lock those lips with his own, and he did.

"Ha-Harry?" The sudden contact surprised the blonde, but he didn't let the chance to get lose. He pulled the other boy into his embrace.

"Umm…" Harry rolled over so that he is the one over Draco this time. "Well, you haven't answered my question, yet. How did you find this place?"

"I found it on our first year. And it's all because of you."

"Because of me? What do you mean?"

"I can have me secrets, too right?" He formed a half smile half smirk.

Harry chuckled.

"What's so funny?" He raised one of his eyebrows.

"You. You look cute when you smile like that."

"Cute? Me?" He wasn't pleased with the pose so he pushed the smaller boy and ended being on top. "So, did you tell anyone about last night? The other 'musketeers'?"

"No. Hermione would blow her head up if she knows. And Ron, he will announce it all over the school. How bout you?"

"Well, since Greg and Vince are the only friends I have and they actually caught us on the act, so I don't have anyone else who needs to know. You don't have to worry about them. They won't even remember what happened." Then he recalled the scene last night.

***

The night before…

"Oh… Great Merlin…" Two big shaped dunderheads stood still with their jaws opened.

"Greg, Vince? What the hell are you doing here?" The panicked Draco Malfoy tried to hide Harry from their view, but it was too late since they already saw the scene.

"We should be the one asking. What the hell is Potter doing in your room?" *hiccup* Crabbe felt a bit dizzy due to too much drinking. "Draco and…" *hiccup* "Potter?" *hiccup*

"Yeah, and why are you wearing those pinky unddies?" *hiccup* "You look like some frickin teenage psyco, ya know?" *hiccup* Crabbe's hiccups are echoed with his fellow's.

"Vince, what happened? Are you guys drunk?" He grabbed some clothes and put them on.

"Drunk?" *hiccup* "Nooo…" Crabbe couldn't stand up straight and he held on to an unstable Goyle. Which didn't bring too much worth.

"Your mum sent us some package, well it was actually for you. But, when we got home we got thirsty and…" His sentence was completed by Crabbe.

"And we found that gift for you. It was that muggle drink, whatdyacallit??"

"Ah, while? Twain? What was it? Ah, I remember, it's whine." Then Goyle began to lose his consciousness. He felt on Crabbe who at that time stumbled on Draco's pile of clothes. And knocked Draco, who was trying to catch both of them, down. Which resulted a stack of Slytherins on the floor, Goyle on top of Crabbe and Draco beneath both of them. Poor Draco.

"Oh, Merlin. Harry, don't just stand there. Help me get these guys off me. Damn, I think I've crush my ribs." Then he and Harry lifted the two boys to their room with the 'Wingardium Leviosa' spell. (Um, is that right? I'm too lazy to open the book.)

"Drinking one whole bottle of wine. Such idiots…"

***

"Damn, they saw me in those unddies. So, embarrassing."

"Well, Draco. You know what?"

"What?"

"You sure look cute in those outfits." He smirked. "Bother to do another show for me?"

"Harry…" He glared at the teasing little brat. "Stop teasing or I'll…"

"You'll what? Dance Macarena for me this time?" He grinned.

"Or I'll…" Draco pulled the other guy closer. "I'll kiss you."

***

The two boys kept enjoying their selves without realizing someone was watching them from the castle. The person saw everything, from the very first moment.

"Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy…. Not being careful at all." He shrugged. "Teenage passion…."

"Sure it is, Sir."

"Severus, please keep an eye on them. Don't forget to warn them about this. If it is noticed by the other Professors it would be quite a spectacle." The headmaster played with his beard. "Ah, one more thing, Severus. Have you settled your business with Lucius?"

"…" The other man only looked down to the floor.

"Not yet, I guess. Well, like I told you, I only wish the best for all of you. You may leave now, Severus."

***

"So, Draco." Fingers entwined in Draco's silver locks.

"What again? You talk too much, really." Continuing his way down Harry making trails of kisses.

"What do you think Dumbledore will do if he knows we made up in his secret garden?"

"Well, cause you're his favorite scholar he'll say 'congratulations, Harry, you're so lucky you won Draco's heart' That is what he's gonna say."

"Don't be too proud of yourself. Who said I'm lucky to have you?"

"Oh, now you say you don't want me? Denial here we come. Oh, I hate that word. I think I have to punish you for saying you don't want me." An evil smirk formed on his delicate face. His hands snaked down on Harry.

"So, what will you exactly do? You won't dare to. You won't do-umm… Dray… don't…"

TBC

PS: Well, well, what do you think Draco did to him? Guess for yourself, you're clever enough, right? *Evil grin*