Thirdly, I know that Harry is a bit OOC. I've had a couple emails and reviews complaining (granted, some just mention it as a point, so I'm not talking toward you people) about this. I'm sorry you find it so annoying. I knew that he was when I started writing this. But my reasons are this.... I started this story for fun. I started it as a reprieve from my more serious stories. I wanted to make myself laugh, this is why I skipped right over the whole Voldemort issue. My second reason for this was that Harry had just gone through a war. How could anybody not change after a bloody war? Besides, we've already seen in book 5 that Harry has a lot of anger. I think this plays rather well into my story. Maybe it doesn't and I'm just delusional. Which is usually the case, so I wouldn't be surprised. If you want a story that isn't so blatantly ooc, please feel free to read my other H/D story, Let the Darkness Take You and its sequel Remember You. It has an actual plot as opposed to this and they are kept in-character. My rant is done for now. On with the story.
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Chapter Four - Inter-species Mating Season
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Once Harry had run up the stairs and into the entrance hall, a moonbeam fell across him, making it very easy for anybody who may be around to see his predicament, especially with the flashing green letters on his rear...
Meow
"Shit, shit, shit," Harry whispered to himself as Mrs. Norris stepped out in front of him. They stared each other down for a couple moments, and she meowed again, this time louder.
"What is it, my sweet?" came Filch's gravelly voice from behind a corner.
Harry wasted only a second before he took off up the marble staircase and around a corner. "Is there a student out of bed?" Harry heard Filch ask his cat. He only got meow in return which he must have taken as a yes, because in the next moment, hurried footsteps were coming up the stairs. Taking even longer and faster strides than before, Harry hurried through the hallways, up a flight of stairs, through a tapestry, up another two flights, through secret doors, and even more tapestries, then up another three flights of stairs. When he finally got to the hallway where the Head Girl and Boy chambers were, including the Gryffindor Common room, Harry finally slowed his pace, though not enough to be considered walking.
"Hippogriffs!" he yelled at his portrait when he was still ten feet away. The picture flung open and stayed ajar until he clambered through. Inside, the fire was flickering, though Harry never thought twice about it. He threw his wand onto a table, and leaned down with his hands on his knees.
"I'm gonna kill him," he mumbled as he wiped sweat from his brow. He looked down at his loin cloth and shook his head. "I'm gonna rip him limb from limb." Standing up straight, Harry began walking to his bedroom to put on some pyjamas. "That bastard is lucky nobody saw me," he fumed.
"Erm... Harry?"
Harry stopped dead in his tracks, his green eyes going wide in horror and surprise. Slowly turning around, he saw that Ron, Hermione, and Seamus were sitting on the couch and armchair, roasting marshmallows. Hermione had been the one who had spoken. The other two boys were two busy staring, open mouthed at Harry's outfit. Harry cleared his throat and began to shift uncomfortably, trying with little success to cover himself more.
"Tell me, Harry," Hermione began. "Why exactly, are you wearing a loin cloth?"
"Er - well, um... the thing is... Seamus? Your marshmallow is on fire, I wouldn't put that in my mouth if I were you." Seamus looked down at his flaming marshmallow that was still on his poker and flung it into the fire.
"Thanks. That would have hurt."
"Harry?" Hermione needled.
"Er - I'm going to go change into my pyjamas." With that, Harry ran into his bedroom backwards and slammed the door. Once inside, he leaned his back against the door and started to breathe slowly and deeply. "Come on. You can do this, Potter. You knew they'd find out one day. Change, then go out and explain what's going on. Even if they don't understand, they'll stick by me."
Nodding his head at his own pep talk, Harry ripped off the loin cloth, got some new boxers, pyjamas, and a dressing gown on before he steeled himself to go back out. "You can do this. You don't really like Dr... Malfoy in that way."
Opening the door cautiously, Harry stepped out fully clothed. Exuding more confidence than he felt, he walked to the couch, grabbed a poker, stuck a marshmallow on and began roasting it over the fire. "So... what have you guys been up to all night?" he asked casually, deliberately staring into the fire so that he wouldn't have to face them.
"I think the more pressing question is what were you doing all night, Harry?" asked Hermione calmly, sticking another marshmallow onto her poker.
"Well, I..." he started, finally looking up. He gave a start as he realised that Seamus was no longer there. "Where'd Seamus go? Wasn't he here?"
"Yes, but he um... left. Pressing matters to deal with."
"At one in the morning?"
"Okay, fine," Hermione relented. "He went to tell the whole Gryffindor common room what you had flashing on your arse just now."
Harry choked on the marshmallow that he had just popped into his mouth and spit it back out. "What? He did what?"
"Harry!" Ron finally exploded, standing up in the process. "Please enlighten me. When did you discover this new brand of broomsticks?"
"Heh... broomsticks? What are you talking about Ron? I've had my Firebolt since third year, you should know that," he said, feigning dumbness.
"You know what I'm talking about!" Ron roared. "I fancy myself a broom expert. I know all new kinds of brooms, and I've never heard of a Draco Malfoy series. Is this some sort of new series that has just come out of the production board or what? Are you endorsing them? Please tell me that that is what it is. Please tell me that there really is a Draco Malfoy broom series! Though I can't say which theory would be better. Malfoy does not need an ego booster. Which is it, Harry?"
Harry popped the marshmallow back into his mouth, chewed as slowly as he could, swallowed, looked at Ron, swallowed the lump in his throat, and tried to speak. "I..." Harry sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "He doesn't have his own broom series, Ron, and I'm not endorsing any new type of broom. Well, except for the kind I ride."
"Agh!" Ron groaned as he sat back down with a thump. "Why, Harry? Why would you do this? I didn't know you're gay. Why do you have to be gay with Malfoy? Now I can't make his life miserable. Why? .... I can't believe you! How could you do this? He has done nothi..."
"Ron, shut up!" Harry yelled. "It's not what you think."
"Oh, yeah? Then what should I think, huh? When my best friend comes running in here, with a loin cloth on, with blinking green letters that say.... that say 'I ride the Draco Malfoy broom series,'" Ron choked on his words, swallowed and then looked painfully into Harry's eyes. "What am I supposed to think?"
"Yeah, Harry, it does seem kind of like the arrow is pointing in one direction here. Why didn't you ever tell us you're gay?"
"Look, I'm not gay! Dr... Malfoy and I are not together!"
"Then how come you almost just said his name?" Ron asked indignantly.
"Because I've had to call him by his first name the past couple weeks." Ron opened his mouth to speak but Hermione covered it with her hand and made him relax into the couch. "Just let me explain, will you?"
"Of course, Harry. Ron will shut up, and we'll listen to this."
"Thank you. Okay, do you remember the last time you two kicked me out of here so that you could snog? Well, I went for a walk that night like I usually did, but I ended up in the dungeons somehow. I was thinking so much I didn't even realise that that was where I was headed. Anyway, as I was rounding a corner, somebody yells out my name and grabs me, right? So, then they start kissing me, and I have no idea who this person is. So I push myself away, and it's Malfoy."
A muffled exclamation came from Ron but Hermione shushed him once again. Harry sent her a grateful look. This would be much easier if he could get it out in one go. "Malfoy started begging me to help him out, and he's telling Parkinson that Malfoy and I are in love. I kind of felt sorry for the bugger, I mean you two know what Parkinson is like. So, I helped him out, and told her that we were in love like he said. Well, to prove our point when she didn't believe us... I sort of had to kiss him again. She ran off blubbering and I thought that that was the end of that part of my life."
"Well, what happened?" Hermione prodded.
"Parkinson's howler. If Malfoy wouldn't have silenced it, it would have been out to everybody that I'm gay with Malfoy. So, he offered me money once again which I don't want because I'll feel like his whore. We got into a fight. We were punching each other on the floor because he tackled me, and then Snape, Crabbe, Goyle, and Parkinson came in just as I was telling Malfoy what I really wanted him to do instead of paying me. I only got out 'I want you' then they came in. So you can tell where that went."
"And tonight?"
"I was kidnapped by Zabini, Crabbe, and Goyle. Apparently Slytherins always try to make their house mates happy, and apparently I make Malfoy happy. Well, so they think. They basically took my clothes off, handcuffed me to Malfoy's bed, closed the curtains and waited for Malfoy to come back from wherever he was."
"He was by the lake," Ron said. "We saw him out there, remember, Hermione? He was sitting on that rock that we always sit on, and he groaned when we walked by." Ron smiled happily. "Come to think of it, he looked pretty miserable."
"You're terrible, Ron," Hermione admonished. "Harry, why did you come back in that loin cloth?"
Harry scowled and ran a hand through his hair. "They hid my clothes and hung that in the bathroom, making me think that they had hung my clothes up in there. Well, they didn't and I had to wear that all the way back here. Mrs. Norris is the only one who saw me. That stupid bastard wanted to make me suffer and didn't help me. I don't care what it takes, he will pay for that."
Ron's eyes immediately lit up. "Can I help?"
"I want in too."
"Er - Hermione?" Harry asked cautiously. "Are you all right?"
"Yes. He's a nasty person and should get what's coming to him. I want in."
"Okay. What are we going to do?"
Hermione smirked, and Harry thought it to be very out of character for her. Though even her wanting in on planning revenge was probably out of character. "What I'm thinking is something in Care of Magical Creatures. It has to be something virtually undetectable, so that we aren't caught."
"That's perfect!" Ron exclaimed. "I've noticed ever since he was attacked by Buckbeak, he's never liked many animals the same way anymore. We can set one on him."
"Well, not quite, Ron. Just something that will bring Gryffindor's score up to one. I don't want to sink to the Slytherin's level, so, here's what I'm thinking..."
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Draco was having a miserable week, and that was definitely saying something as he had been having a miserable week since the whole fiasco with Potter had begun nearly a month ago. But this week, Draco thought with a small self-pitying groan, was worse than ever.
Sure, it had started good with the whole loin cloth incident, but it had quickly gone downhill the day after.
Draco had walked into the Great Hall for breakfast, proudly escorted by his Slytherin acquaintances, Vince, Greg, and Blaise. The blond Slytherin had proceeded to smirk over at the Gryffindor table where Potter was sitting in-between his two friends. Potter caught his eye and immediately blushed. The odd thing was that the Mudblood girl had elbowed him in the side and whispered a harsh admonishment. Potter looked contrite and after a few moments indecision, ran the tip of his tongue over his upper lip in a rather, and Draco was ashamed to admit it, but a rather arousing manner. Draco had only proceeded to his seat when Blaise had pushed him forward, and in doing so, knocking him from his semi-aroused stupor.
It had not stopped their either. Oh, no. Draco could never be so lucky.
A mere half hour ago, Blaise had caught up with Draco as he made his way to the Great Hall for lunch.
"Draco! Wait up!"
Draco did not stop walking, but he slowed his pace to await his friend. "Yes?"
"I have something to discuss with you."
"Really? Anything important? I'm rather hungry and some Hufflepuff told me yesterday that I looked like I was losing weight." Which, of course, was another reason why Draco's week was going so poorly. A Malfoy after all, could not have the sickly pallor of a malnourished person.
Blaise coughed. "Sorry to hear that. Erm - anyway, Potter came to me last night."
Draco felt the stirrings of something in his stomach, but he ignored it as hunger. "Is that so? What did he want? A quick romp in the sack?"
"Well to be quite honest, he was rather touchy with me... Are you two fighting? You haven't been together a lot lately."
"Of course not. We were just shagging yesterday during lunch."
".... But I sat with you at lunch yesterday."
"Oh. I meant after lunch. We had a quick go in a closet."
"But you hate closets."
Draco cleared his throat as his fingers twitched toward his wand. "I made an exception," he replied tightly. "Now, what did Harry want with you?"
"Well, he wanted help in getting you to bed... He said something about not getting enough of your broom series because it was just such a great ride. I think his exact words were, 'I really miss the way the broom handles. It's nothing like my Firebolt which is smooth. Draco's is a rough ride and much more pleasurable... and not to mention, thicker."
Draco tripped, but continued walking as if nothing had happened after regaining his balance.
"I'm kidding, actually," Blaise said with a small grin. "He only said that he likes how your broom handles. I just made the last part up."
"Get to the point already."
"I already told you, he wants to shag you senseless and he needs my help."
"Why would he? He has his own bloody chambers."
Blaise stopped walking for a moment to think this over. "I never thought of that..."
Both boys stopped their conversation when they heard fierce whispering coming from behind the corner ahead of them. The Slytherins exchanged glances before continuing toward the voices. Before they got there however, Potter came around the corner as if he had been pushed. The Gryffindor looked a little uneasy at seeing Draco and Blaise coming toward him.
"Oh... Draco, I was... looking for you."
Draco raised an eyebrow. "Really.... why is that?"
"Well, I ah..." Potter stopped and glanced to his right and gave something an angry look. "I've just well... missed you. We haven't had the chance to be alone together in a while."
A loud whisper came from around the corner but Draco missed what was said because Blaise had started to talk. "But Draco said that you shagged yesterday after lunch."
"We did?" Potter asked. At Draco's look, Potter quickly nodded his head. "Oh, of course! How stupid of me. But that wasn't really satisfactory since we were in the bushes outside."
"Draco said you were in a closet."
"Oh, we were? Maybe we were... I don't know, yesterday was a bit of a blur to me. I think Seamus might have stuck something into my orange juice.... Anyway..." Inexplicably, Potter started to blush. "Is it hot in here, or is it just me?" he asked, fanning himself. "Or maybe it's just Draco..." Another desperate look to his right before he reluctantly walked to Draco. Draco stiffened as he felt Harry's body heat mixing with his own and his breath on his ear. "You just..." Harry whispered into Draco's ear, "make me..." a shuddering exhale of breath, "make me so hot."
The Slytherin's eyes went impossibly wide at Potter's words and a small gasp emitted from his mouth. Just what was the boy playing at here? Potter brought his face up to look directly into Draco's eyes, showing his lust-filled green eyes. Again, Draco gasped. Potter brought his face teasingly close to Draco's before pulling away as Draco moved closer. The Gryffindor tried this three more times until Draco growled, so he relented and captured the Slytherin's mouth with his. It was a fiery, hard, lust-filled kiss. Potter pressed their bodies together in an enticingly erotic way as their tongues duelled brutally together. Faintly, Draco could feel a liquid pouring into his mouth that was not saliva, but he was too distracted because Potter's hands were travelling down Draco's back and then to his butt. He grabbed it forcefully and lifted Draco's body from the ground. Draco willingly wrapped his legs around Potter's waist and let out a long guttural moan.
As soon as he stopped moaning, Potter pulled from their kiss and gave Draco a triumphant smirk, his green eyes glittering with suppressed glee.
Draco swallowed. "You bloody bastard," he whispered as Potter dropped him back to the floor.
The bell rang, signalling the end of lunch. "Care of Magical Creatures next," Potter said brightly. "See you there." With a wink to both Slytherins, he turned and ran back around the corner.
"Okay...." Blaise said slowly. "What was that about?"
"Don't ask. Don't even bloody ask," Draco replied bitterly. "Don't ask because I don't know what has gotten into him."
"Well, you seemed to know when you called him a bastard."
"Just shut up. I'm going to class."
Draco made his way quickly to class so that he could watch Potter in the hopes that he would give something away. When he arrived at Hagrid's hut, it was to find that there was a newly erected pen with a dozen goats inside. Draco furrowed his brow, wondering what in the world goats had to do with Care of Magical Creatures. When he looked to the Gryffindors, it was to find that Potter was speaking in low, worried tones to Granger. Draco moved closer in the hopes he could hear something.
"Goats weren't what we were supposed to be doing today," Granger said fretfully. "I made this plan all according to what Hagrid had told me we were supposed to be doing!"
"Did you find Ron?"
"No! I don't know what will happen if it works now!"
"He won't get hurt, will he?"
"Well, I certainly hope not. But maybe Ron won't be able to do it correctly. That spell wasn't made for goats. Who knows what it will make them do."
Draco raised an interested eyebrow, ready to find out what it was that the Gryffindor Trio were planning.
"'Ello, all!" Hagrid greeted cheerfully. "We're doin' somethin' a bit diff'rent today. Madam Pomfrey needs bezoars from the stomach of goats."
"But doesn't that require that we kill them?" Lavender asked with disgust.
"Used ta," Hagrid grunted. "But there is a spell for it now."
"Why do we have to do it?" Draco drawled. "This is servant's work."
"Professor Dumbledore reckons it's good practice for yeh, Malfoy," Hagrid growled. "In case yeh need them in the future --"
"I'll buy them from a store," Draco interrupted and received a few loud guffaws from the Slytherins.
"Sometimes, yeh'll find yerself in a situation where yeh won't be able ter find a store that carries them."
"Oh, and you think that if we're on the other side of London from Diagon Alley and for some reason, need a bezoar, but can't get there, we'll be able to look behind a garbage bin and conveniently find a goat? Yeah, because that's plausible," Draco snorted derisively. Hagrid continued, despite comments made every once in a while from Draco. The half-giant taught them the spell and how to do it, though he didn't demonstrate as he wasn't allowed to. The class practised a few times with the movement as they would with any spell before actually casting it. When they were all fairly confident of their abilities to cast the spell, they each chose a goat. Draco cautiously moved towards one that was chewing some food in a rather unbecoming manner. The animal sniffed at his hand before letting out a rather alarming noise that made Draco jump back in alarm. Muggle animals always had the ability to frighten him somewhat and this goat was not doing anything to alleviate those fears. Goats were positively frightening.
Just as Draco raised his wand, eager to get it over with, somebody came crashing through some foliage behind Draco and ran for the Gryffindors. All Draco saw was a flash of red as Weasley streaked toward his friends. "I did it!" Weasley exclaimed triumphantly, but then he looked around him and saw the goats. "But... you didn't say we were doing goats, Hermione."
"I know!" she hissed. "Hagrid had the plans changed so that we could remove bezoars. I don't know what'll happen now!"
Draco shook his head and turned back to his goat, which he was startled to find was slowly advancing on him. The Slytherin backed off a bit with a furrowed brow. "Get away from me," he said quietly. The goat sniffed at him some more and seemed to get a bit more riled up, kicking his hind legs into the ground. Draco backed up a few more steps, looking around with wide eyes. "Um... Somebody... help me. This thing has a manic glint in his eye. I'm afraid of what it'll do to me if he gets me alone. Oh... bloody hell," he whimpered as the goat advanced on him some more. The goat moved quickly forward and placed its nose in Draco's crotch, smelling it, which, Draco reflected, wasn't a good thing. He was still a little aroused from the treatment Harry had given him, and this touch to his groin made him moan in disgust. "Oh, great Merlin. Let's stick to our own species, yeah?"
The goat snorted, which Draco fretfully wondered if was even normal for the animal to do. It was then that Draco realised that he truly was in a predicament. The animal started to nibble at his trousers, as if trying to get them off. He licked at Draco's crotch, nibbled, and then licked some more. Draco felt his eyes go wide before he turned around and ran. It would not have been as bad if the goat had not started chasing after him, making an even more horrible noise than the first one... or if Draco had not started screaming like a maniac as he ran circles around the entire Care of Magical Creatures class, the randy goat hot on his tail. As he ran, he was dimly aware of everybody standing around their own goats, watching in morbid fascination as Draco was chased by a goat who wanted to molest him.
As Draco rounded the group for the third time, he began to tire. He tripped over his robe and fell flat onto his face and much to his horror, the goat was there within the next moment, standing over him. Draco glanced up over his shoulder and was quite frightened to see the underside of the goat's head and neck above him. He crawled to his hands and knees and began scurrying away. The goat, however, had different ideas. It hurried to Draco and much to the Slytherin's horror and dismay, lowered itself and began humping Draco's bottom furiously.
Draco let out a scream and began moving even faster on his hands and knees, but somehow, the goat kept up. "I just want to be friends!" he yelled out. "Didn't I suggest we stick to our own species? You can procreate that way! Get off me, you sick perverted goat!"
Finally, too tired to carry on, Draco dropped to his stomach and lay down to take the abuse he was taking. "What would my father say?" he moaned desperately, unable to think anything of importance as the goat had its way.
"Stupefy!"
The goat's movements stopped and it fell stiff onto its side beside Draco. The Slytherin relaxed as he felt the violation on his body cease and his mind went into a sort of numb shock. Somebody started to lift him to a sitting position. When he didn't respond to his name, the same person began slapping his face.
"Wake up, Malfoy! The bloody goat is stunned!" There was a few moments silence as Draco began to come to himself again. "Are you all right, Malfoy?"
Draco turned his head and found that it was Potter who had been slapping him, Potter who had stunned the over-excited goat. "All right? Am I all right? Of course I'm not all right, Potter!" Draco roared angrily. "I was just violated by a barnyard animal! How do you think I'm doing?"
Despite Draco's anger, despite the still aroused goat beside them, Potter was biting back a huge grin. "Well, he was a rather good looking goat, if I might say so."
"Well, by all means." Draco gestured grandly towards the animal behind him. He did a double take at the massive erection, but quickly averted his eyes. "Have at him if you find him so bloody attractive. Just be warned that he doesn't listen to a bloody thing you say. He's all about pleasuring himself, not his partner."
"From the way he was licking at your crotch before you ran, it looked as though he was ready to put your pleasure before his."
Despite himself, Draco laughed and then held out his hand, which he was surprised to see was shaking. If Potter saw it, he didn't mention it. Potter grasped his hand and pulled him to a standing position. Draco took a sharp intake of breath as he was accidentally pulled within centimetres of Harry's body. They continued to hold hands, and Potter licked his lips as their eyes remained locked together. They broke apart, however, when Pansy and Blaise came running over with worried expressions."
"Oh, Draccy!" Pansy simpered as she attached herself to Draco's arm. "Are you all right?"
"Pansy, get off. I already had one goat on me today, I don't need another."
"As oppose to Potter?" she replied scathingly. "I imagine that goat is better equipped than he is. You're probably better off with it."
"Actually Pansy, Potter is just as well equipped as that damned goat, if not better--"
"I told you!" Seamus Finnigan exclaimed triumphantly. "I told all of you that I wasn't lying. Harry and Malfoy are together!"
Potter groaned and dropped his head into his hands as half the Gryffindors gasped and the other half gaped at the two boys. "Boy, Draco," Pansy sneered. "Your boyfriend sure is happy to admit it. You really must be in love," she said sarcastically.
"We are!" Draco exclaimed indignantly as he turned to Harry with a look of pleading.. "Harry..."
Potter bit his lip as he looked around at his house mates. "Harry?" Draco said, placing a hand on the Gryffindor's elbow. Draco suddenly felt cold as Potter hesitated some more. "Well, you don't have to, I suppose," Draco said quietly so that only Potter could hear. "You could end it now."
The thought of having to bare with Pansy if Potter did decide to tell her the truth, made Draco feel slightly ill. But Draco didn't attribute his sudden illness to the fact that he would also miss snogging Potter. His thoughts must have shown in his eyes because Potter sighed deeply, took Draco's hand and said in a resigned voice, "we are, Parkinson, so deal with it."
"Sure took you long enough, Potter. Are you positive you're together, or are you just ashamed of it?" Pansy sneered. "So... we're waiting. Prove it."
Potter looked blank so, Draco moved closer to him. "May I?" he asked, looking around furtively at the assembled Slytherins and Gryffindors.
"Do what?" Potter asked.
Draco hesitated as his eyes landed on Weasley, who was looking nauseous, and Granger who was looking at the goat that Hagrid was now tending to, with a contemplative expression. "Kiss you?" he whispered, turning to look at Potter again.
"When have you ever asked before?"
"Well, now there are Gryffindors here."
"They know," Potter sighed tiredly. "Seamus just told them."
"Is that a yes, then?"
"I reckon it is," Potter replied with a gulp.
Draco smiled nervously and then leaned forward, taking Potter's mouth with his. As Draco thread his fingers through Potter's unruly, black hair, which he found to his surprise was soft and brushed through, he inwardly sighed as his insides became a jumbled mess. Butterflies were floating around in his stomach and something was twisting his heart painfully, but it felt so good at the same time that it made him sigh out loud. Potter was encircling Draco's waist with his arms and pulling the boy even closer to him as they kissed slowly and so softly that the touch of Potter's lips and tongue on his was tickling his flesh.
Potter pulled back from the soft kiss and began laying gentle kisses along Draco's cheeks and brushing his nose along in Eskimo kisses. Draco's knees began to give out and he eaned nearly all of his weight onto the Gryffindor. "I love you, Draco," Potter said into his ear.
Pansy shrieked beside them and would have fallen to the ground in a faint if Blaise had not caught her just in time, but Draco was too stunned to notice.
"What?" he choked out.
Potter pulled back and looked at Draco strangely. "I said.... I. Love. You."
Draco's mouth fell open and his brows furrowed. Potter leant down and kissed just below Draco's earlobe. "I'm playing along rather well, aren't I?" he whispered. "But you need to say it back if anybody is to believe it."
Realisation slowly dawned on Draco and he wanted to hit himself over the head with the goat's huge erection.... or maybe something a little less daunting. Draco had lied before... Potter really wasn't that well equipped. Draco probably would have been running in the opposite direction the previous week when he had seen for himself just how big Potter was.
"Oh," Draco said as he pulled back, forcing a smile onto his face. "I love you too, Harry."
Potter kissed him sweetly one last time as the bell rang inside the castle, signalling the end of the lesson. "I have Transfiguration. I'll see you later, Draco."
Draco nodded his head numbly as Potter motioned for his two friends to follow him to the castle. As the Gryffindors walked away, Draco slowly licked his lips, tasting Potter on him and oddly wanting more. "It's not love... but it's something," Draco whispered to himself, feeling an odd sensation of anticipation and fear mixed together at the thought.
Just then, the goat gave its terrifying noise as it started to wake up. Draco gave a small 'eep' before running back to the castle.
A/N: I don't know when the next chapter will be up. I haven't started it yet and my ideas have run away from me, never to be seen again. So, I have to start with something new for the next chapter.
