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Chapter 8- Even Blonds Have Their Moments
Harry woke up to the same thoughts of Draco's cold skin, and Hermione's warmth. He could no longer take this anymore. Everything in his life was being turned upside down. He needed to make a decision; choose between the two: which sex he preferred. Would he give into the lust of Draco? After all, he was only 15 and still too young to think of a serious relationship since he would soon have to defeat the Dark Lord. He knew Draco and he would make good lovers, after all, they said hate brought out the lustfulness in others. Harry wasn't in love with Draco, he was in lust with him. Though, Harry was not sure if Draco and he were on the same grounds. Draco had seemed rather possessive of him, and he wondered if Draco was starting to love him as though he were afraid he'd lose him. Wait. Harry blinked rapidly, staring up at the ceiling. I'm not his to lose.
He got up and threw off his clothes, and entered the bathroom. Ron and the rest of his dorm mates were still sleeping so Harry decided to take a long hot shower to get his mind off of everything. But when Harry stepped into the shower, the encounter with the blond boy resurfaced into his thoughts, and he suppressed a moan, remembering Draco's mouth all over his body. God that felt like heaven and Harry leaned back against the wall of the shower, and shut his eyes tightly, wanting to see the encounter again. He saw it through his mind's eye, and quickly had to turn on the cold water. Maybe he wasn't supposed to fall in love. Well…he was already in love, but it wasn't as if Hermione was going to return the favour. She had Ron, and for that, Harry was grateful. Somewhat grateful.
He hit his head on the wall; he couldn't believe he was being so selfish! Choosing between his best friend and his enemy. It was one of those sick jokes god liked to play on him. Except this time, Harry wasn't going to be the toy. He would beat Malfoy at his own sick game, and somehow, get over the fact that Hermione and Ron were going to be a couple soon. The Yule Ball was tonight, and Harry had a plan. It wasn't that complicated, he was just going to make sure Hermione was always in Ron's arms. Though, there was going to be fast music before the opening slow dance. Somehow, Malfoy had come up with that idea at one of the prefects meeting. Probably thinking he had a better chance of getting Hermione out of the great hall when a fast song was on. He and Ron would just have to take as much precaution as possible.
He stepped out of the shower, grabbed a towel, and dried himself off. The cold water hadn't done anything because he kept seeing Hermione and Draco naked in his bed having sex. It was one of those images that were just sick enough to turn you on. He wrapped the towel around his waist, and stepped outside. Steam poured out of the bathroom, and as he stepped out of the doorway, he walked into a strong body. Harry froze; assuming the worse, but soon realizes it was Ron for his red hair was somewhat distinguishable through the steam.
"Harry." Ron chuckled softly. Harry assumed the rest must have still been asleep. "Calm down." He felt the red head's strong grip on him as he pulled him out of the steam. Ron's eyes widened when he felt Harry's bare skin. They looked at each other, very embarrassed. They didn't feel anything, but it was awkward because they were best friends.
"Ready for tonight?" Harry asked, changing the mood. Ron nodded and pointed to his bed where his dress robes sat.
"Thanks again for the money Harry. Fred and George told me anyway." Ron smiled, and Harry was surprised he hadn't been angry when he had found out. Ron was so touchy about his family and their lack of money.
Harry smiled as Ron entered the bathroom and shut the door. He got dressed quickly, and left the dorm room and went down stairs. He knew Ron would have a fast shower as always and dress just as quickly. He'd be down anytime now. He took the stairs at a leisurely pace, staring down at the floor. He reached the bottom and walked over to the chair by the fire. He thought he had been the only one in the room, but he was wrong. Someone else was there as well.
"Oh Harry…" Harry's head snapped up from the floor to look at the couch. Hermione laid there, her robes on the floor, her skirt bunched up, almost revealing her knickers. Harry could see the thin black strap of them. He shouldn't have been looking, but she was sleeping! And she moaned his name! Maybe his life was better than he had thought. He carefully got up and walked over to the couch and kneeled down in front of her. The top three buttons of her shirt were open and Harry had to hold onto all his willpower to not gaze down her shirt. He was jerken awake from his trance-like stature by the arching of her back, and her cry.
"Oh Harry! Oh Ron! Ooohhh harder Harry! Mmmm Ron that feels so good…" Harry's eyes widened so much that they began to water. She was having a…a….a sex dream!!! Of him!! AND Ron! A thousand images ran through his head of him, the red head, and the beautiful girl in front of him. He had to exercise a lot of self control to keep his breath even and his eyes from hazing over at his thoughts. He pictured the three of them in bed, all gratifying each other. Then the blond boy suddenly appeared, and was on top of him, while Ron was behind him, and Hermione beside Harry. Harry shook himself violently. What the FUCK was up with his mind! He never thought himself to be a sick person. He shuddered out of repulsion and pleasure. God must really hate him. Turning the boy who lived into a bisexual was NOT a funny joke. He moaned out loud when another button of hers came undone because of her erratic breathing and the rising and falling over her chest. He shut his eyes and only pictured her without any clothes. He was so hard he was gasping loudly for air. Then the world came crashing back down on him as he heard a quiet chuckle near him. His eyes shot opened and his mouth dropped open when he saw Hermione looking up at him with the biggest grin on her face.
"Hermione…?" He choked out, too startled for anything else to say. Hermione sat up slightly, letting him get a complete view of her cleavage. The only girl he ever wanted was almost half naked in front of him, and all he could was stare at her.
"Yes Harry?" She asked him breathlessly. He stared into her eyes and saw…desire? He was imagining things. He had to have been.
"You…look flushed." So was he after he asked when she bent her leg so that her knee was in the air, and her other leg remained of the couch. The skirt was midway up her thigh and he knew he was going to lose control any second.
"My dream." She gave no details for him to think she was suggesting anything, but it made him want to know more. She did not remove her gaze from his though. He thought she knew he had heard what she had been dreaming, and yet…she almost seemed pleased that he had. Perhaps there was hope for him yet with her. Maybe Ron and she weren't meant to be. But she had heard her say Ron's name too, but Hermione was being so…open with him. The last thing she was was a slut. She only ever flirted with Ron or him. But they were best friends, so it kind of never mattered. But now Ron and Harry both wanted her, and Harry had told Ron that he would step aside. Perhaps he would only have Draco. But…he didn't love Draco. Everything was so complicated. Harry cleared his throat.
"Was it a good dream?" Hermione's eyebrows raised and gave him a coy look. Harry blushed and looked away. Thankfully Ron came down just in time.
"Hey Harry! Ready to go to break-" Ron came around the couch and saw Hermione with her skirt bunched up and her shirt partway unbuttoned. He nearly choked and fell backwards. "Hermione what the HELL do you think you're doing?" Ron's face was so red; you could no longer see his freckles. Hermione seemed unfazed by him and she stood up, lifting her skirt slightly up revealing a black G string thong to straighten out the garment. Harry's face was right near her thighs, and he had to jump backwards so Ron wouldn't murder him for looking. Hermione walked over to Ron, swaying her hips, which let Harry take a nice long look at her ass. Harry felt so guilty.
"Ronald, you aren't jealous are you?" Hermione whispered seductively, pressing her body against his. Harry's eyes widened along with Ron's. What the hell was going on with Hermione? Not even her changed self could go this far without blushing. Then again, it was Hermione after all. You couldn't put anything past her. Harry wouldn't be surprised if she was taking altered personality pills. He chuckled inwardly. Anything to get Ron's attention.
Ron gulped and slid his hands around her waist. God it felt so good to touch her. He knew Harry was probably hurting really badly, but the boy had everything, why couldn't he get the girl for once? He whispered her name, and Hermione raised a knowing eyebrow at him. Ron felt his eyes closing slowly, he was leaning in to kiss her, and he was going to kiss her. He forgot about his grades, his family, hell he forgot Harry faster than all of that, all he thought about was Hermione in his arms, and that he was going to kiss her. His lips came down ontop of hers and it was the most heavenly thing he'd ever experience. Her lips were so amazingly soft and warm. He wanted more of her, but she had pushed away and winked at him. He hadn't offended her. He was so happy! The wink was a promise! He'd have her, and Harry wouldn't. She would be all of his. All of her. All his.
"Does that mean you like me?" Hermione smiled sweetly. The traces of the exotic girl had disappeared and were replaced by a smiling angel. He sucked in a breath and nodded.
"Yes Hermione. Oh god yes." Ron embraced her tightly and she hugged him back, although a warning bell had gone through her at the back of her mind. She shoved it off. She wouldn't bother with anything except Ron right now. She finally had the man she liked. At least…she thought she did.
"Ron I'll meet you in the great hall. I need to talk to Harry about our last prefects meeting." It was said so innocently, that Ron nodded a lot. He smiled at her, and she returned the smile, and then he ran out of the portrait, and Harry could hear him singing. He couldn't help it: he smiled. Hermione turned to him then, and he saw her face. The innocent girl had disappeared just as quickly as she had returned. What was going on? Something wasn't right. But Harry didn't mind, god he was enjoying this. He wondered what she realty wanted to speak to him about.
"Harry…" she began slowly, moving her body closer to his. He was standing up, and he felt himself moving backwards. He didn't know why he'd want to get away from Hermione. If anything he wanted to be as closer as possible, but something was different. What, he didn't know.
"Yes?" He asked quietly, looking at her expectantly. She cocked her head to the side and smiled, showing her small even white teeth. She was standing in front of him, her scent intoxicating him. She smelled so good, he had to be closer. He dared a step forward. Their bodies brushed together, and Harry felt shivers run up and down his spine. Something was seriously wrong with his hormones.
"I know about Malfoy," she said softly. He almost fell over from the shock. She knew? God she must think he was seriously sick and she was probably going to tell him how disappointed she was in him. Hell, god did hate him.
"What do you mean Hermione?" Harry wasn't going to admit to this, not to her, to Ron yah, but not to her. He knew that Ron hadn't spoken to her since yesterday. Hermione knew…but she was smart, of course she knew. Harry sighed. Hermione only continued looking at him, waiting for him to speak again.
"Alright, so Malfoy apparently has the hots for me, and we had an- er- encounter last night in the prefects bathroom, but I didn't let him go all the way, because I thought he didn't give a damn about me, and besides...I'm in love with someone else." Hermione regarded him quietly.
"Harry, you could have told me. I figured you were bisexual," she said casually. "But screw the other girl. Malfoy is so much sexier." Harry stiffened. What was she getting at? He was looking into her eyes trying to see anything behind her words. He didn't need her lusting after Malfoy, then that would be the end of him. He'd kill Malfoy for it. Her hand was tracing down his stomach and it was getting dangerously low. He knew because he could feel himself react to her touch.
"Hermione…" he whispered hoarsely. "I can't…." He saw something flicker in her eyes; it wasn't an emotion, but a colour. Silver had flashed in her eyes and covered her brown chocolate one's completely for a brief moment. He shook his head and ignored it. She raised her chin slightly.
"Malfoy really likes you. You can tell. He's so possessive." She said the last word in a deadly hiss that sounded awfully familiar. Her eyes were completely glazed over with desire and lust. But it couldn't be. This wasn't Hermione.
"Come on," she said loudly. "Ron's waiting." She turned on her heel and headed out of the Common Room. Harry knew what he'd find when he reached the great hall. His mouth was set in a grim line, his fists clenched, and his eyes blazed angrily making his emerald green eyes even darker then they usually were. Hermione disappeared into the great hall, as the doors shut before he managed to catch up to her. He walked slowly. He was waiting for something to happen. And then something did happen, a pair of strong hands grabbed his arm and pulled him into a deserted corridor. He was thrusted against the hard wall as he felt a hard male body press against his. The boy's cologne gave him away. It was Draco.
"How the hell did you know?" The blond boy hissed at Harry before his lips were pressed roughly against Harry's. Harry did not kiss back although he wanted to. He wanted to fuck Draco senseless and then rip him to pieces. Abruptly, Harry shoved Malfoy backwards into the opposite wall and pressed himself forcefully against him. He was greeted by a sharp grasp from Draco, and Harry ground his teeth together to keep himself from biting on Draco's already swollen lips.
"Nice eyes Malfoy." Harry hissed back a reply. Draco's head tilted backwards against the wall, and his breathing was loud and irregular. Malfoy swore quietly.
"I meant what I said, Harry," stated Malfoy. "Every fucking word!" Harry cringed and took a large step backwards.
"You don't like me, you sick bastard. You're messing with my fucking head!" Harry shouted back angrily. He would indeed rip Draco apart before the day was through. Draco took a step towards him. He couldn't believe had somehow done an enchantment on Hermione, his best friend! He invaded her space, and his. The insufferable git was getting on his nerves. Why the hell would he do that anyway? And as though Draco heard his thoughts, he shouted:
"Listen you idiotic prat. I love you!" The words echoed off of every wall in Hogwarts. Harry could have sworn he no longer heard anyone at all in the great hall. It was as if all the sound had been turned off, and the only thing he heard was Draco's voice, and what he had said, vibrate through his mind, and pound through his chest. He was going to faint.
"You…what?" Harry asked so quietly, he could barely hear himself.
"I said, Harry. That I love you." Harry took in a shaky breath and carried what was left of his strength and ran to the doors of the great hall. It took him less than 5 seconds to get there. He threw open the doors like a wild animal breaking free of a cage. Everyone was indeed silent. But it hadn't been because of what Malfoy had said. Dumbledor was making an announcement, and they had all turned to look at him.
"Harry, wait!" Draco's voice sounded behind him, and Harry almost cried out in horror. And he had thought the blond to be smart after pulling off that stunt of taking over Hermione's body. The boy stopped immediately beside Harry, skidding to a stop. It was too late. Everyone was giving them suspicious looks. Ron and Hermione looked horrified. Draco and Harry's clothes were rumpled, their lips were swollen, and they still had the glazed look in their eyes. They were doomed. Harry tilted his head back slightly and turned his gaze to the ceiling looking up at the enchanted sky. He addressed god in a quiet whisper, but Draco caught it, and smirked as Harry said it.
"It's because I'm Bi, isn't it?"