Salutations readers, I'm warning you now, for those of you who don't like slash, this chapter will BE slash. BUT, I did promise you that I would change the outcome, so this is only going to be a one way thing. Thanks to all of you people who don't like slash, the ending isn't going to be an ending…it's going to be like a ..... "makes you wonder" kinda endings. It's your fault. =( Hell, I might even make a continuation of it, and end it off MY way.
Chapter 5- Failed Seduction
Harry sat in the common, with his head in his hands. He had lost the bloody note that Malfoy had slipped him that day in the library almost one month ago. It had been a long month indeed. Malfoy's eyes followed him everywhere, and whenever he dared to meet his gaze, the blond's gaze would always switch to Hermione's figure. There was never a time in that month where Harry hadn't grabbed Hermione roughly and pulled her out of site of the ferret. Yah that's right, ferret! Rage boiled within Harry. He didn't know what he was feeling really; just an unbearable dread. For the Yule Ball which was to take place tomorrow…and that night…tonight.
Harry sighed loudly as he gazed into the fire and watched the embers glow brightly. Of course he hadn't forgotten what was on the note. In the beginning he had been slightly excited, but now…after spending an entire month with Hermione and Ron, he highly doubted that he had anything to worry about. It was Draco who was crazy, not him.
Tonight, Harry would carry out what the note said for him to do. He was to meet Draco at midnight outside the prefect's bathroom. Was Draco right, though? That's what Harry was trying to decide. He had pondered over it night and day, wondering if the ferret had a point…and if he was just hiding…
Harry shivered though there was no draft in the toasty common room. Everyone was in bed. Ron and Hermione had gone upstairs a while ago, casting glances at each other. Harry recalled the night Hermione had caught him lingering at the foot of the stairs. He was almost certain she had seen his face in the dim light…he had witnessed her widened eyes, and her parted lips. He had wanted to walk over to her, and kiss her, and tell her to choose him instead of Ron. But he had quickly disappeared from sight up the stairs and wondered how the hell he had gotten himself into this mess.
He looked at his watch that Hermione had bought for him on her trip to France in the summer. It was 10 minutes to 12. Harry got up, and grabbed his invisibility cloak, and slipped quietly out of the Common Room. He wandered down the halls for about 5 minutes, avoiding Filch's cat, Mrs. Norris, and finally reached the Prefects bathroom. Draco was not there, and even if he was, he wouldn't of seen Harry anyway because he was under the invisibility cloak.
Harry hesitantly opened the door and crept inside. It was dark, and it seemed like no one was in there, Harry turned around to wait outside, when an icy voice shot from out of the darkness and reached his ears.
"Potter." It hissed. Harry whipped around and instantly bumped into a body. A body which was now backing him against the wall. Harry's breath quickened. How the hell had Malfoy figured out it was him? It had been dark after all, so Malfoy couldn't of possibly known he was under the invisibility cloak. Harry calmed himself with this thought, and figured that he could easily make a break for it if Malfoy tried anything funny. He was now. Harry winched when he felt Malfoy thrust his hips roughly against him. This was not what Harry had expected at all. Malfoy was aroused?! That was just sick, if anything, Harry had figured that Malfoy wanted to duel him for Hermione. But…he was coming onto him? Harry bit his lip hard when he felt the blond boy's strong hands against his chest. He didn't understand what was going on. Then it instantly hit him….Malfoy was gay.
Harry smirked in spite of himself under the cloak and peered into the darkness where he thought Malfoy's face was level with his own. The perfect Draco Malfoy, prince of Slytherin, in lust with the boy who lived….this was just too funny for Harry. Harry chuckled softly, without wanting to, he didn't want Draco to lash out at him and hex him or anything. Stupid him, forget his damn wand. He couldn't fight back. For the first time in his life, Harry felt vulnerable…in front of Malfoy of all people.
Draco stiffened against Harry, and Harry heard a swish of robes, and Draco whispering "lumos." Light from Draco's wand illuminated Draco's stricken face. Harry held back a gasp when he saw Draco's silver eyes through the safety of his cloak. They were filled with desire, lust, and…annoyance? Ha. Harry had annoyed him by chuckling. Serves him right, Harry thought. Suddenly Harry didn't feel vulnerable anymore. Draco couldn't see him, and Harry saw the confusion flicker in his eyes, and with this, Harry decided to pull of his cloak. He let it slip from his body and fall to the floor. Now Draco had a very clear view of him. Now it was Draco's turn to gasp. He let out a small moan, and Harry's eyes widened, and tried to take a step back only to find himself even tighter against the wall. Draco composed himself and smirked. Harry almost rolled his eyes.
"Why the hell am I here?" Harry asked, avoiding Draco's eyes, not really wanting to know the answer. Draco didn't answer, but only began to lift Harry's shirt up. Harry shivered; Draco was so cold. Harry blinked rapidly, finally seeing Draco for the first time. He had only seen his face, but now Harry had noticed with growing horror that he was naked! His naked body was pressed up against Harry. The vulnerable feeling was back again. He thought Draco to be truly insane. Why the hell did he want Harry of all people? Draco must have thought that Harry felt the same way. Harry didn't want to admit though; he was slightly fascinated by it. He had never been this close to a male, and certainly not a male of Draco's standards. Draco's thumbs were brushing Harry's nipples, and Harry felt his knees grow weak. This was not supposed to be happening.
"Malfoy," Harry whispered pleadingly. Draco only responded by lowering his head and clamping down on his earlobe which made Harry cry out in pain.
"Say my name!" Draco hissed against Harry's skin and grasped his shoulder tightly, digging his nails into his skin. Harry winched and felt his back arch involuntarily into Draco's front. It had been a mistake for Harry could feel Draco's growing desire through his robes. Harry's head tilted backwards as Draco's mouth inched it's way downwards on his neck. Draco brushed his lips against his skin teasingly, gently suckling on the tender areas, and Harry, who could no longer hold back the pleasure he was experiencing, moaned very softly. Draco's head snapped up and stared into the emerald orbs which were burning back into the silver slits of ice.
Malfoy moved his hands to Harry's pants, and Harry gasped loudly when Malfoy's soft hands slipped beneath his boxers and began caressing his skin in light circles, teasingly. Harry's head snapped backwards and he heard his breath coming in small pants out of his mouth as Draco began slipping down his pants and boxers over his hips. Soon, Harry could feel Draco's naked shaft against his, and they both moaned loudly and Draco found Harry's mouth and crushed it with his own lips. It was a hungry passionate kiss that both of them had wanted then.
Harry didn't understand what he was doing, it felt good, but it didn't feel right, Harry moaned loudly as he felt Draco's hand on his swollen member as he stroked him roughly, bringing him closer to the edge. Harry's knees were giving way as he began to sink slowly to the floor with Draco following him. Harry's head was leaning against the wall, his eyes shut, biting down on bottom lip, as he began to taste blood within his mouth. Harry struggled beneath Draco, he couldn't do this, this wasn't right, it was wrong, yet Harry wanted it. It was forbidden and dangerous and that made it oh so inviting.
"I don't think so Harry." Malfoy stated hoarsely, his voice dripping with desire, as he grasped Harry's legs tightly and pinned them to the ground with his own weight. Harry whimpered very quietly in protest as he felt Draco's lips move down over his stomach, sucking on his skin, biting at him like he was some kind of forbidden fruit. And yet he was. Harry cried out loudly when Draco's reached his destination, as he covered Harry's member with his mouth completely. He sucked, licked, and bit Harry, as Harry writhed beneath him trying to get free, and yet at the same time, trying to get more.
"Say. My. Name." Draco stated loudly, blowing hot air against Harry's skin. Harry shuddered and his hands, which were placed on Draco's shoulders, dug into his skin roughly, silently refusing do comply with the blond boy's wishes.
"You will say it, Potter. I will make you scream my name once I posses you completely." With that, Draco flipped Harry onto his back, and prepared to enter him, and make Harry moan, writhe, and scream for more beneath him and his ministrations. Harry would not let Malfoy take control, he wouldn't. He didn't want this, he had realized it painfully when Draco's grip on his shoulders tightened so forcefully, that he could feel the blood drip down his skin. He needed to get out, away from the smell of sex, away from this lust…away from Draco.
Harry fought frantically, and he had succeeded in getting Malfoy off of him, but he had on managed to get flipped back onto his front. Draco's mouth found Harry's member again, and this time, Draco was a lot more forceful. His tongue stroked him gently, as he sucked softly on Harry's head.
"Goddamnit, say it Harry." Whispered Draco against Harry's skin, it sounded so desperate, Draco was pleading with him. Harry couldn't control himself as his orgasm seized him, and his body shook so violently, Draco had to hold him still. Harry cried out a name, but it was a name that Draco did not want to hear then, nor ever come out of Harry's mouth.
"HERMIONE!!!!!" The sound reverberated off the walls of the prefect washroom, and then a dreaded silence followed. Harry lay on the cold floor panting heavily, his eyes shut so tightly. He didn't want to open his eyes. He didn't want to look upon the face that had brought him to ecstasy. It was the wrong face, the wrong eyes…the wrong gender. Harry suppressed a sardonic laugh as he felt Draco stiffen against him. He had made him angry. Harry couldn't stay there any longer, Draco would surely kill him. Or Hermione, for that matter.
"You bastard." Draco hissed in a deadly whisper that made Harry shiver. Harry managed to get free of his clutches then. He stood up, and summoned his clothes without the use of his wand, remembering that he was indeed defenseless if Draco tried to attack him. Before Harry could bolt out the door, only clad in his robes, his clothes still in his hands, Draco grabbed him and pulled him back to the ground. Draco's wand still lay on the floor beside them, and it was still lit, yet it had faded slightly, but Harry could see the the anger, lust, and passion within his eyes. The fury that burned, and yet, those eyes were still rimmed with ice. Harry didn't think he would ever truly melt.
Harry lifted his head off the ground, and brought his face closer to Draco's. They stared hard at each other, until Draco's gaze began to slip lower as they came to rest upon his lips. Harry's eyes widened then, and he tried to sit up to run, but Draco grabbed his wrists, and pinned his arms over his Harry. Harry winced as he felt Draco's nails dig into his skin.
"You. Are. Mine." Draco spat angrily as his mouth caught Harry's again. Harry kissed him back, wanting to taste himself on Draco, and found it only turned him on more. They moaned into each other's mouths, before Harry pulled away abruptly, and glared into the Slytherin's cold, grey eyes, which were flickering with confusion.
"I am not yours." Harry stated simply, though his voice was raspy from lack of oxygen. Draco's eyes narrowed suspiciously.
"You want the mudblood." Harry's chin rose a notch, as he glared defiantly at Draco.
"Don't you EVER call her that again! She is cleaner than you, you worthless Death Eater." Harry had hit a nerve, for Draco's eye began to twitch with rage. Within an instant, Harry's robes were torn in two, and Draco's eyes feasted on the site that was known as Harry. Harry's head snapped backwards as Malfoy began running his tongue over his body again. Harry couldn't take this utter torture. He needed to get out of there, and fast. He thrusted his hips upwards, and managed to knock Malfoy off him, but unluckily felt Malfoy's manhood against his bare skin, and cringed as he felt his own manhood begin to grow hard again. This was terrible.
"If you won't give yourself to me freely, Harry, I'll have to find some other way." Malfoy stood up then, whispered a spell, and his clothes reappeared on him, and he bent down to grab his wand. Harry pressed himself against the wall, still naked, to move out of the way of Draco. Draco smirked and grabbed Harry rougly by the shoulders and pulled him against him, and kissed him passionately. Draco's tongue found Harry's, and he began to suck on it softly, and he manged to get a low moan from Harry as Draco's hips rocked back and forth against his own. Draco pushed Harry forcefully against the wall. Harry's eyes shot open, as he watched the Slytherin's smirk turn into an evil grin. But Harry wouldn't let him have the last gesture.
"You'll never have me, Malfoy. I love Hermione." The words were out of his mouth, he had only meant to say that he would never have him, and yet he knew he meant the last sentence as well. Harry smiled ruefully at Draco, as he watched the Blonde clench his hands into fists as he stormed out of the bathroom. Before he exited the bathroom completely, he called out,
"I'll get her before you, Potter. That will show you who you really belong to." Draco disappeared along with the light, and Harry was left in total darkness, along, with his thoughts. He got dressed quickly, not wanting to see Draco again incase he returned, and hurried back to the Gryffindor Common Room. He knew the only way to protect Hermione was to never let her out of his site. It wouldn't be too hard, after all, she was going to the ball with him. He climbed into the portrait hole, after getting a long lecture from the Fat Lady. He was about to race up the stairs when a familiar voice sprang out at him in the darkness.
"I know you went to see Malfoy, Harry." Harry gasped as Ron came out of the shadows.
Hoped you liked it! Next chapter is the Yule Ball! Please review!