The Locker Room
Harry looked up and over towards the place where the intoxicating voice had come from. His vision was blurred by the water in his eyes that had stayed there from keeping them closed. He blinked a couple of times and squinted through the dim bits of light. The image of perfection stepped into a beam of light that shone in his silky skin: Draco Malfoy.
"Hey," Harry half gasped as he swallowed a lump in his throat. Butterflies filled his stomach and fluttered madly inside of him. He chewed on his tongue without noticing it and he let his eyes run down Draco's body to quickly be returned back to his eyes. He stood as Draco came across the room and he walked to meet him.
Harry brought his right hand up to Draco's cheek and leaned in to kiss him hello. Draco, however, seized his arm tightly and turned it outwards and down while pulling Harry closer to him, starring him in the eye. "Don't touch me, Potter!" And with that he pushed him to the floor.
"D-Draco?" Harry said feebly. He shook his head in disbelief and made motions with his mouth like he was about to say something, but couldn't decide what, exactly, it was that he wanted to.
"There's no use now." Draco didn't sound at all pleased to have Harry in his presence like he did just seconds before. He actually sounded quite annoyed. Slightly sticking out his bottom lip as he pursed them together while shaking his head slowly with stigmatization and furrowed brows, he looked at Harry where he sat on the ground.
Wearily, he got up again and took a step closer to Draco. "What?" Harry said very confused and shaken. "What do you mean 'no use now?'"
"I mean they know, Harry. They know!" Draco turned away from him and walked to the wall. His elbow rose to it and his wrist balanced him evenly as he rested his head on his forearm. He looked down at the dingy ground painfully.
"What? Who? How the Hell –"
"Your guess is as good as mine is, Potter!" he spat. Harry loved the way he accented his name: 'Potter.' It made him quiver.
"Draco, what the Hell are you talking about?" Harry shouted.
"If you don't shut up *everyone* is going to know! God, scream it for everyone to hear us in here." Harry looked down, slightly repentant but still almost angry. Quickly he looked back up at Draco who was looking down upon him. After a brief pause Draco questioned Harry again with another confusing question. "You told her didn't you? Granger."
"Told her WHAT?" Harry took a step closer to Draco. His silky blueish-white shirt glowed in his eyes. Draco always looked his best. There was no day that he didn't, but this shirt glowed more radiant than his skin. Harry was in awe in the middle of an argument he was clearly losing from lack of knowledge of the topic.
"About *us,* Potter, US! I knew you would. Why not? She *is* someone you're *close* to."
"Oh, stop it!" Harry hissed as he rolled his eyes. "You know I didn't." He finally understood a fragment of what Draco was talking about.
"How does she know then?" Draco said, becoming a tiny bit calmer.
There was a pause. "Wait a minute, how do *you* know she knows?" This was all so confusing to Harry. The funneling gray starting to run to the front of his thoughts from the very back of his mind as he took another step closer to Draco.
"I found out last night – good work by the way on making it look like we hate each other." He smiled at Harry adorably. "At least *Weasley's* too stupid to catch on."
"Hey! Ron is my friend."
"Crabbe and Goyle are mine. Why do I have to be nice to *him* if you aren't decent to them?" Draco said simperingly.
Harry thought for a second. "They're just stupid," he said flat out. Draco couldn't argue. "So how did you know. How did you find out about Hermione knowing about us?"
"Last night." A grin spread across his face. "I was...walking around and I heard her screaming about you being gay in the hospital wing. Sounded pretty pissed off to me." Malfoy paused again. "At least Crabbe and Goyle weren't with me."
"What were you doing without them?" Harry asked raising his eyebrow, but not smugly; it was like a puppy tilting in head sweetly, making you want to hug it. "She *was* pissed off at me for *something* last night. Guess that's it." Harry looked down at his shoes. He looked up again. "She looked like she was going to kill me, Draco." His voice lost all form of anger that it currently held. "Honest. I've never seen her so...resentful before. I don't think she likes the idea very much." Draco made reassuring noises as an excuse to ignore the question of why he was out 'walking,' and looked Harry dead in the eye; Harry looked aside.
"Well, McGonagall knows too," Draco said quickly, "and Madame Pompfrey and anyone else that was near as well." Harry took a few seconds to take in those last words.
"McGonagall didn't seem to care that Hermione wanted to kill me," said Harry still very confused. "Do you think she knew before Hermione? What if lots more people know? Oh, Draco, but Hermione *did* tell her about my Firebolt when I got it," Harry said indicated it by pointing to the spot where his broomstick lay on the bench. "What if she knew and told McGonagall earlier that day – I didn't see her anymore that day when she was calm, since lunch. She seems damn close to her, Mcgonagall – swear it's a cat thing." Harry shook his head in frustration and confusion then looked down and to the side. A small ray of light seeped through the dim and touched his face.
"What's that?" Draco said mustering up every amount of mollycoddle he could. "If she laid on filthy, mudblood finger on you, I'll kill her!" He had obviously not been talking about the scar on his forehead that marked him as the boy who lived, but instead about the tiny scratch that he got from a rock the night before.
"No, Draco. I – fell." Harry looked down a little embarrassed. Again, someone he cared about wanted to kill another person he cared about. In the time it took him to look up again, Draco had pushed him against one the cold walls of the locker room.
"Healer Draco is here. Have no fear. I'll kiss it and make it all better." Harry grinned and bit his lower lip. Draco's hand was firmly pinning him to the wall and his legs were interlocked with his. He could go no where even if he wanted to. Every inch of Draco's body that touched Harry was making him tingle. His senses were all flurried and the spinning angry clouds had vanished from his thoughts.
"Yes, it *is* my turn isn't it?" Harry said looking Draco steadfastly in his beautiful eyes. "Made me do all the work last week, didn't you?" He let out a short, booming laugh. "You are now in my debt, Malfoy!"
"*Debt,* Potter? I am in no one's *debt,*" Draco said shortly. He grabbed a bunch of Harry's navy blue sweater in his fist and pulled himself closer to him so they were both flattened against one another. Harry couldn't say a word; he could only grin insanely.
So once again, Harry brought his hand up to Draco's cheek to give him his late hello kiss, and again Malfoy pushed it away. "I said, don't touch me, Potter." He looked at him seriously. "Am I not the one that owes you something?" He watched as Harry's face eased and almost melted from joy spread through him again.
Draco ran his hands along Harry's body smoothly, taunting and teasing him as he looked him in the eye. He brought a soft hand to Harry's face where the scratch had been and stroked it gently with the back of his forefingers. A moment later he leaned in towards him and kissed the spot on his face while bringing him in tighter, pulling him closer. Harry fluttered his eyes with enjoyment without knowing and Draco smiled. He loved to tantalize Harry.
For the third time, Harry tried to kiss Draco, but he pulled back. A hand grabbed a fistful of Harry's sweater, spun him around, and threw him to the ground as hard as he could. Harry's face was a funny sight to see. It was full of shock and surprise. Longingly, he looked back up at Draco, moaned objectively, and moved to a more comfortable position than the one he had landed in.
"Practice, Potter – practice." They hadn't come simply to enjoy each other's company, but rather to rehearse hiding it.
"Draaaco," Harry whined, "why?" He stuck out his bottom lip and pouted looking up at him. A beam of light, now slightly brighter as the sun had risen a little more in the time they were in the locker room, bounced off of Draco's angelic shirt. It reminded Harry of the candle light, just as his Draco's eyes did.
"WHY? Why do we have to?" he shot angrily, "Granger knows, McGonagall knows, and Madame Pompfrey knows along with anyone else who heard Mudblood screaming. That's why, Potter. If my father finds out about...us, then I'm dead."
Again, the topic of death came into play. Harry hated it. The sound of the word was like saying "Voldemort" to a person it scares. He couldn't' bare to look at Draco any longer so he tore his eyes away, closed them, and turned his head downwards.
"What's the matter, Potter?" Draco said cruelly. "Still don't like the word 'mudblood?'" He smirked as he watched Harry's eyes brows furrow slightly as he tried to hide his displeasure of such an distasteful word. Even closed, Harry's emerald eyes sparkled. A moment passed and Draco walked over to where he was on the ground and kneeled down to him. He outstretched his hand to bring Harry's face up so he could look at him properly.
Harry had no other choice than to open his eyes. They looked up slowly, almost unwillingly at Draco who now looked emotionless. Harry smiled weakly at Draco and he punched him as hard as he could in the nose, sending him falling, once again, backwards. He hit his head on the cold, concrete floor and didn't get up.
Harry licked his lips as a drop of blood began to run from his nose slowly. The warmth from it eased the throbbing that was now in his head and nose. He had also bitten his lip but appeared to be in no pain at all. He took his glasses off and tossed them to the side, into a dark corner so he wouldn't have to fix them again and so Draco couldn't ram them into his eyes. He was going to do as little as possible this time, but he wished it were a little...nicer. Draco wasn't going to love on him like he'd done the last time they met here secretly. No, he was going to beat the living Hell out of him and enjoy it, or try to.
Meeting in the Ravenclaw locker room wasn't the best place to be, but at least no one would expect it. Harry being in Gryffindor, and Draco in Slytherin, made it almost too easy to find them if anyone went looking for them if they were to meet in one of those. Choosing Ravenclaw was the next best thing to their own houses. They were the only real competition between the top two, Gryffindor and Slytherin. If they messed up their locker room then they could use that to their advantage.
"This is for you, Harry!" Draco said looking as if he were about to cry. "We can't look like we like each other! We'll have to do this so we don't turn too 'friendly' at school!" Draco shouted at him as he jerked Harry up by his arm to slam him against the wall. It looked like it caused Draco more pain to hurt Harry, than Harry looked like he was in. At least they were doing it the Muggle way. It didn't hurt as badly.
"For me?" Harry said very sarcastically, "Oh, Draco, you shouldn't have. Really, you do too much." Harry turned his head back as far as he could to try to look at Draco.
"Shut up," Draco said coldly. He forced Harry into the wall harder, smashing him against concrete. Harry didn't say anything; he just laughed. Draco stood there for a moment keeping him pinned to the wall without saying a word.
"What's wong Dwaco?" he said talking like a baby "tant fink of what to do next now the Crabby and Goyle aren't here?"
"Shut it, Potter!"
"Aww poor wittle Dwaco needs them to do it for him." Harry started to laugh and he lost his baby voice. "Don't they always do this type of thing for you? Man, you didn't even hit me hard enough to make my nose bleed for more than a second." His nose had stopped bleeding. Draco pushed him harder into the wall and squinted his eyes. "You know, if you move your hand down a little farther, you could be helping me with my stiff back," Harry said smiling broadly.
"Oh, you are enjoying this too much. That's not the point, Harry."
"Practice doesn't have to be this painful you know?"
"HA! So I *did* hurt you!" Draco said looking very proud of himself.
"No. Actually, there is just a rock in my shoe, that I am standing on," Harry lied. Now Draco was irritable and Harry loved it.
"Rrraah!" Draco grunted as he kicked Harry's feet out from under him making him fall to the ground for the second time. Unfortunately for Draco, he had fallen to the floor with Harry, but Harry had slightly broken his fall. Harry was lying on his back, and Draco was as well, but he had half fallen on Harry. Draco rolled over as quickly as possible and straddled him, and locked him, to the ground.
He smiled childishly and said, "ha ha pinned you!" He had no tone of anger or aggression in his voice, but instead he looked happy and playful.
"Are you sure about that?" Harry questioned as he rolled over on his side, knocking Draco off of him and making him fall on his elbows. Draco's was shocked and the expression on his face matched perfectly. Harry snickered and ran to the back of the locker room, looking back to see if Draco would follow. Of course, he did. He was a Malfoy. He wasn't going to let someone get the better of him.
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Harry looked up and over towards the place where the intoxicating voice had come from. His vision was blurred by the water in his eyes that had stayed there from keeping them closed. He blinked a couple of times and squinted through the dim bits of light. The image of perfection stepped into a beam of light that shone in his silky skin: Draco Malfoy.
"Hey," Harry half gasped as he swallowed a lump in his throat. Butterflies filled his stomach and fluttered madly inside of him. He chewed on his tongue without noticing it and he let his eyes run down Draco's body to quickly be returned back to his eyes. He stood as Draco came across the room and he walked to meet him.
Harry brought his right hand up to Draco's cheek and leaned in to kiss him hello. Draco, however, seized his arm tightly and turned it outwards and down while pulling Harry closer to him, starring him in the eye. "Don't touch me, Potter!" And with that he pushed him to the floor.
"D-Draco?" Harry said feebly. He shook his head in disbelief and made motions with his mouth like he was about to say something, but couldn't decide what, exactly, it was that he wanted to.
"There's no use now." Draco didn't sound at all pleased to have Harry in his presence like he did just seconds before. He actually sounded quite annoyed. Slightly sticking out his bottom lip as he pursed them together while shaking his head slowly with stigmatization and furrowed brows, he looked at Harry where he sat on the ground.
Wearily, he got up again and took a step closer to Draco. "What?" Harry said very confused and shaken. "What do you mean 'no use now?'"
"I mean they know, Harry. They know!" Draco turned away from him and walked to the wall. His elbow rose to it and his wrist balanced him evenly as he rested his head on his forearm. He looked down at the dingy ground painfully.
"What? Who? How the Hell –"
"Your guess is as good as mine is, Potter!" he spat. Harry loved the way he accented his name: 'Potter.' It made him quiver.
"Draco, what the Hell are you talking about?" Harry shouted.
"If you don't shut up *everyone* is going to know! God, scream it for everyone to hear us in here." Harry looked down, slightly repentant but still almost angry. Quickly he looked back up at Draco who was looking down upon him. After a brief pause Draco questioned Harry again with another confusing question. "You told her didn't you? Granger."
"Told her WHAT?" Harry took a step closer to Draco. His silky blueish-white shirt glowed in his eyes. Draco always looked his best. There was no day that he didn't, but this shirt glowed more radiant than his skin. Harry was in awe in the middle of an argument he was clearly losing from lack of knowledge of the topic.
"About *us,* Potter, US! I knew you would. Why not? She *is* someone you're *close* to."
"Oh, stop it!" Harry hissed as he rolled his eyes. "You know I didn't." He finally understood a fragment of what Draco was talking about.
"How does she know then?" Draco said, becoming a tiny bit calmer.
There was a pause. "Wait a minute, how do *you* know she knows?" This was all so confusing to Harry. The funneling gray starting to run to the front of his thoughts from the very back of his mind as he took another step closer to Draco.
"I found out last night – good work by the way on making it look like we hate each other." He smiled at Harry adorably. "At least *Weasley's* too stupid to catch on."
"Hey! Ron is my friend."
"Crabbe and Goyle are mine. Why do I have to be nice to *him* if you aren't decent to them?" Draco said simperingly.
Harry thought for a second. "They're just stupid," he said flat out. Draco couldn't argue. "So how did you know. How did you find out about Hermione knowing about us?"
"Last night." A grin spread across his face. "I was...walking around and I heard her screaming about you being gay in the hospital wing. Sounded pretty pissed off to me." Malfoy paused again. "At least Crabbe and Goyle weren't with me."
"What were you doing without them?" Harry asked raising his eyebrow, but not smugly; it was like a puppy tilting in head sweetly, making you want to hug it. "She *was* pissed off at me for *something* last night. Guess that's it." Harry looked down at his shoes. He looked up again. "She looked like she was going to kill me, Draco." His voice lost all form of anger that it currently held. "Honest. I've never seen her so...resentful before. I don't think she likes the idea very much." Draco made reassuring noises as an excuse to ignore the question of why he was out 'walking,' and looked Harry dead in the eye; Harry looked aside.
"Well, McGonagall knows too," Draco said quickly, "and Madame Pompfrey and anyone else that was near as well." Harry took a few seconds to take in those last words.
"McGonagall didn't seem to care that Hermione wanted to kill me," said Harry still very confused. "Do you think she knew before Hermione? What if lots more people know? Oh, Draco, but Hermione *did* tell her about my Firebolt when I got it," Harry said indicated it by pointing to the spot where his broomstick lay on the bench. "What if she knew and told McGonagall earlier that day – I didn't see her anymore that day when she was calm, since lunch. She seems damn close to her, Mcgonagall – swear it's a cat thing." Harry shook his head in frustration and confusion then looked down and to the side. A small ray of light seeped through the dim and touched his face.
"What's that?" Draco said mustering up every amount of mollycoddle he could. "If she laid on filthy, mudblood finger on you, I'll kill her!" He had obviously not been talking about the scar on his forehead that marked him as the boy who lived, but instead about the tiny scratch that he got from a rock the night before.
"No, Draco. I – fell." Harry looked down a little embarrassed. Again, someone he cared about wanted to kill another person he cared about. In the time it took him to look up again, Draco had pushed him against one the cold walls of the locker room.
"Healer Draco is here. Have no fear. I'll kiss it and make it all better." Harry grinned and bit his lower lip. Draco's hand was firmly pinning him to the wall and his legs were interlocked with his. He could go no where even if he wanted to. Every inch of Draco's body that touched Harry was making him tingle. His senses were all flurried and the spinning angry clouds had vanished from his thoughts.
"Yes, it *is* my turn isn't it?" Harry said looking Draco steadfastly in his beautiful eyes. "Made me do all the work last week, didn't you?" He let out a short, booming laugh. "You are now in my debt, Malfoy!"
"*Debt,* Potter? I am in no one's *debt,*" Draco said shortly. He grabbed a bunch of Harry's navy blue sweater in his fist and pulled himself closer to him so they were both flattened against one another. Harry couldn't say a word; he could only grin insanely.
So once again, Harry brought his hand up to Draco's cheek to give him his late hello kiss, and again Malfoy pushed it away. "I said, don't touch me, Potter." He looked at him seriously. "Am I not the one that owes you something?" He watched as Harry's face eased and almost melted from joy spread through him again.
Draco ran his hands along Harry's body smoothly, taunting and teasing him as he looked him in the eye. He brought a soft hand to Harry's face where the scratch had been and stroked it gently with the back of his forefingers. A moment later he leaned in towards him and kissed the spot on his face while bringing him in tighter, pulling him closer. Harry fluttered his eyes with enjoyment without knowing and Draco smiled. He loved to tantalize Harry.
For the third time, Harry tried to kiss Draco, but he pulled back. A hand grabbed a fistful of Harry's sweater, spun him around, and threw him to the ground as hard as he could. Harry's face was a funny sight to see. It was full of shock and surprise. Longingly, he looked back up at Draco, moaned objectively, and moved to a more comfortable position than the one he had landed in.
"Practice, Potter – practice." They hadn't come simply to enjoy each other's company, but rather to rehearse hiding it.
"Draaaco," Harry whined, "why?" He stuck out his bottom lip and pouted looking up at him. A beam of light, now slightly brighter as the sun had risen a little more in the time they were in the locker room, bounced off of Draco's angelic shirt. It reminded Harry of the candle light, just as his Draco's eyes did.
"WHY? Why do we have to?" he shot angrily, "Granger knows, McGonagall knows, and Madame Pompfrey knows along with anyone else who heard Mudblood screaming. That's why, Potter. If my father finds out about...us, then I'm dead."
Again, the topic of death came into play. Harry hated it. The sound of the word was like saying "Voldemort" to a person it scares. He couldn't' bare to look at Draco any longer so he tore his eyes away, closed them, and turned his head downwards.
"What's the matter, Potter?" Draco said cruelly. "Still don't like the word 'mudblood?'" He smirked as he watched Harry's eyes brows furrow slightly as he tried to hide his displeasure of such an distasteful word. Even closed, Harry's emerald eyes sparkled. A moment passed and Draco walked over to where he was on the ground and kneeled down to him. He outstretched his hand to bring Harry's face up so he could look at him properly.
Harry had no other choice than to open his eyes. They looked up slowly, almost unwillingly at Draco who now looked emotionless. Harry smiled weakly at Draco and he punched him as hard as he could in the nose, sending him falling, once again, backwards. He hit his head on the cold, concrete floor and didn't get up.
Harry licked his lips as a drop of blood began to run from his nose slowly. The warmth from it eased the throbbing that was now in his head and nose. He had also bitten his lip but appeared to be in no pain at all. He took his glasses off and tossed them to the side, into a dark corner so he wouldn't have to fix them again and so Draco couldn't ram them into his eyes. He was going to do as little as possible this time, but he wished it were a little...nicer. Draco wasn't going to love on him like he'd done the last time they met here secretly. No, he was going to beat the living Hell out of him and enjoy it, or try to.
Meeting in the Ravenclaw locker room wasn't the best place to be, but at least no one would expect it. Harry being in Gryffindor, and Draco in Slytherin, made it almost too easy to find them if anyone went looking for them if they were to meet in one of those. Choosing Ravenclaw was the next best thing to their own houses. They were the only real competition between the top two, Gryffindor and Slytherin. If they messed up their locker room then they could use that to their advantage.
"This is for you, Harry!" Draco said looking as if he were about to cry. "We can't look like we like each other! We'll have to do this so we don't turn too 'friendly' at school!" Draco shouted at him as he jerked Harry up by his arm to slam him against the wall. It looked like it caused Draco more pain to hurt Harry, than Harry looked like he was in. At least they were doing it the Muggle way. It didn't hurt as badly.
"For me?" Harry said very sarcastically, "Oh, Draco, you shouldn't have. Really, you do too much." Harry turned his head back as far as he could to try to look at Draco.
"Shut up," Draco said coldly. He forced Harry into the wall harder, smashing him against concrete. Harry didn't say anything; he just laughed. Draco stood there for a moment keeping him pinned to the wall without saying a word.
"What's wong Dwaco?" he said talking like a baby "tant fink of what to do next now the Crabby and Goyle aren't here?"
"Shut it, Potter!"
"Aww poor wittle Dwaco needs them to do it for him." Harry started to laugh and he lost his baby voice. "Don't they always do this type of thing for you? Man, you didn't even hit me hard enough to make my nose bleed for more than a second." His nose had stopped bleeding. Draco pushed him harder into the wall and squinted his eyes. "You know, if you move your hand down a little farther, you could be helping me with my stiff back," Harry said smiling broadly.
"Oh, you are enjoying this too much. That's not the point, Harry."
"Practice doesn't have to be this painful you know?"
"HA! So I *did* hurt you!" Draco said looking very proud of himself.
"No. Actually, there is just a rock in my shoe, that I am standing on," Harry lied. Now Draco was irritable and Harry loved it.
"Rrraah!" Draco grunted as he kicked Harry's feet out from under him making him fall to the ground for the second time. Unfortunately for Draco, he had fallen to the floor with Harry, but Harry had slightly broken his fall. Harry was lying on his back, and Draco was as well, but he had half fallen on Harry. Draco rolled over as quickly as possible and straddled him, and locked him, to the ground.
He smiled childishly and said, "ha ha pinned you!" He had no tone of anger or aggression in his voice, but instead he looked happy and playful.
"Are you sure about that?" Harry questioned as he rolled over on his side, knocking Draco off of him and making him fall on his elbows. Draco's was shocked and the expression on his face matched perfectly. Harry snickered and ran to the back of the locker room, looking back to see if Draco would follow. Of course, he did. He was a Malfoy. He wasn't going to let someone get the better of him.
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