"Malfoy. You just kissed me."
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Stop you from hexing me."
"You could have punched me!"
"But you wouldn't have enjoyed that."
Harry sputtered. "I didn't enjoy that either!"
Malfoy laughed. "You're a terrible liar, Potter. Besides, you don't need
to tell me your opinion, it's already poking me in the bum."
Harry blushed but luckily for him was saved by Madame Pompfrey, who was
rushing him and Malfoy off the Pitch, and down to the infirmary.
~*
"Well, boys, I can't find anything physically wrong with you, besides
some minor bruising. But I'd still like to keep you both overnight just
incase any internal injuries appear."
Both Harry and Draco were lead to their beds.
"Madame Pompfrey, I had detention tonight with Snape. In fact, I should
be there now."
"Oh, me too," added Draco.
"I'll make sure to inform him that he will have to reschedule. You two
both need to rest." And with that, she hurried off to do so. After she
was gone, Malfoy turned to Harry. "Well, Potter, at least something good
came out of this. No potion's detention tonight. And thank Merlin, I'm
dead tired. G'night, I suppose," he said as he slipped into his bed.
"Whatever," Harry replied, crawling into his own bed.
~*
It was 3am, and Harry was still awake. Why? He couldn't say. Was Malfoy
snoring? No, of course not. He's a fucking Malfoy. Was his body aching?
No. Pompfrey healed all his wounds. Then what was it?
The kiss, of course. The kiss and it's affects on his traitorous body.
A whimper from a couple feet away dragged Harry's mind from his current
thoughts. Malfoy was obviously having a nightmare. Harry got up, put on
his glasses, and walked over to Draco's bed. He was sprawled on his back,
one leg arched up, hair stickig to his sweaty face, and a fearful, yet
defiant, look twisted on is face.
"Father, I can't...I won't...NO! I won't! I won't! I won't!"
Draco was screaming by now. Harry reached down and squeezed his hand.
Leaning down, he whispered in his ear,"God, it's alright, Draco. It's
over.."
"Over?" Still asleep.
"Yes. All over."
"I don't want to do it again. Don't leave me alone.."
"I won't."
Harry spent the rest of the night in a chair, pulled up to Draco's
bedside, his head rested on the mattress, holding tightly onto his hand.
Letting him know he was still there. Morning came, and Harry realized
that he was still curled up in the chair by Draco's bed.
"Potter, why are you holding my hand?"
"You had a nightmare last night. You stopped screaming when I held your
hand, so I figured I'd better not let go, for fear you would start up
again."
"...oh..well, thank you. It was very..Gryffindor of you."
Just then Madame Pompfrey strode in the room. Both boys blushed madly and
immediately let go of each other's hands.
"Well, it's good to see you two up so early. You're both free to go now."
They both left the room and took off in opposite directions, not even
othering to sy goodbye.
~*
"He's still staring at you, Harry."
"I know, Ron. I see him."
"Why?"
"Do I look like Professor Trelawney? I have no idea. Ask your tea leaves
or something."
But Harry noticed that Malfoy wasn't glaring at him, or even smirking. In
fact, he almost looked sad. When he noticed Harry and that fucking Weasel
staring back and whispering to one another, he quickly looked down and
busied himself with rearranging his food on his plate.
~*
2:45am. 2:45 fucking am, and Harry was staring at the ceiling. He slipped
out of bed and pulled out his Invisibility Cloak. Once fully-shrouded by
it he headed up to the Astronomy Tower.
He never fully got used to being invisible. It was positively eerie to
walk through those hallways, hearing his own footsteps echo in the
emptiness, but not being able to see the feet that made them.
He stepped into the Astronomy Tower. He wasn't alone. Sitting on the
window sill, hair ruffled, wearing crumpled silk pyjamas, was Draco
Malfoy.
"Can't sleep?"
Malfoy looked startled and jumped to his feet.
"Who said that?"
"Oh, sorry," said Harry, lifting off his Invisibility Cloak. "Forgot
about that."
"Merlin, Potter, you scared the shit out of me."
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to."
"What are you doing up here this late anyways?"
"I could ask you the same thing...I couldn't sleep. I've had terrible
insomnia since, well, I suppose you know. Cedric.." Harry sighed deeply.
"So why're you here?"
Malfoy sat back on the window sill, and looked out over the school
grounds. "More nightmares."
"You ok?"
"Potter, why do you care? You've spent the last five years making my life
living hell, and now you're suddenly concerned about my well-being? Ohhh,
but you HAVE to care! You're a goddamned Gryffindor! Fucking Saint
Potter! Oh, but a flaw. You're the reason I have nightmares. Oh, and
you're the reason I can't concentrate in Potions. You're the reason my
father disowned me. It's. All. Your. Fault!"
Malfoy slammed Harry against the wall, holding him down by his wrists.
For a moment, Harry thought he was going to hit him, but all thoughts of
that were extingushed when Malfoy practically leapt upon him, kissing him
violently. Harry struggled desperately, before finally succumbing to
Malfoy. He tasted blood, as Malfoy's teeth scraped his inner lips. He
backed up, breaking the kiss, and panting heavily. After a moment to
catch his breath, he pressed his body up against Harry's and began
nipping at his neck and earlobes. "God, Potter, I fucking hate you." All
Harry could do was moan. His hips bucked involuntarily against Malfoy's.
Suddenly, Harry remembered where and who he was, and what was happening.
He immediately shoved Malfoy back. He just glared at him, and wiped the
blood from his mouth.
"Problem, Potter?"
"Yes, there's a problem!"
"Well?"
"Well what?! This is obviously wrong. Firstly, well, we're both boys.
Secondly, you're a Slytherin and I'm a Gryffindor. Finally, you're Draco
Malfoy! And I'm Harry Potter! The pieces of the puzzle just don't fit
together! We hate each other. You just said so yourself."
Harry grabbed for his cloak, slipped it on, and headed towards the door.
"Harry, wait!"
Harry froze at the sound of his given name, removed his head, and just
stared at Malfoy.
"Why are you doing that, Potter? It's creepy. Either take that cloak off
or cover yourself completely. Your floating head is really giving me the
chills."
"Sorry," he said, and pulled off the cloak,"I was just a bit stunned by
you calling me Harry. You've never done that before..but anyways. Why
can't I leave?"
"I-I just w-wanted to say.."
"Yes?"
"I don't hate you."
Harry snorted. "Could have fooled me."
"I guess I was bit jealous-"
"Of me? Ha! If you'd like, I'm sure I could kill your parents, and in
fact, I'll do it in front of you, so you'll get the whole Cedric Diggory
experience in there too!"
"If you'd have let me finish, Potter, you'd hear that I am not jealous of
you. I'm jealous of that fucking Weasel and the Mudblood."
"Ron and Hermione?"
"Are you not fucking listening? Yes, Ron and Hermione."
"But..why?"
"Why not? Sure, Weasley doesn't have much money, but he has parent's who
care. They love him. He has siblings. He has a childhood! Friends,
Potter! Friends. And Hermione too. And they both have you. I tried to
befriend you, but you shunned me like some fucking wizarding Robin Hood.
Taking from the rich and giving to the poor."
"Draco.."
"Don't call me that like you care, Potter." Then he shoved past Harry,
and headed towards Slytherin Tower. Harry raced after him. He caught up
easily, as Malfoy was 'stalking' away, because obviously, Malfoys do NOT
run away.
Harry grabbed Malfoy's wrist, spun him around and pinned him to the wall
with his body.
"And what makes you think I don't care?"
"Oh come off it, St.Potter! Why should you?"
"Because we seem to have some things in common, things I never knew. I
have no parents, you have worse than no parents. We were both never
allowed to be a child. Always performing for everyone else. Hiding behind
what we're 'supposed to be', and not who we are."
There was something in Draco's eyes at that moment. A mixture of sadness,
fear, and vulnerablility. Whatever it was, Harry decided it was damn
sexy.
Without warning, Harry kissed him. It was much different from the earlier
kiss. Instead of violent and angry, Draco was much more submissive,
melting into Harry. Harry parted Draco's lips with his tongue, and he was
quickly granted access. The Boy Who Lived discovered that all he wanted
right then was to know everything about the boy squirming underneath him.
Anything and everything; all his cracks and crevasses. What else did he
and Draco have in common? What else did he hide under his disguise? Draco
broke the kiss, panting.
"Harry, you do realize his could never be or work or happen again?"
"Says who?"
"Everyone but you, probably. Your friends would never accept it. My so-
called friends wouldn't either. My father, oh lord, he would kill me,
then you!"
"What does he care? As far as he's concerned, you're not even his son
anymore."
Draco's eyes emptied again and he gained that farawawy look. His knees
buckled and Harry was the only thing supporting him now.
"Draco, oh god, I'm so sorry. What was I thinking? You're right, Draco.
This can't happen. I'll only hurt you like I've done everyone else."
He pushed his cloak on and took off down the hal towards Gryffindor
Tower.
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Stop you from hexing me."
"You could have punched me!"
"But you wouldn't have enjoyed that."
Harry sputtered. "I didn't enjoy that either!"
Malfoy laughed. "You're a terrible liar, Potter. Besides, you don't need
to tell me your opinion, it's already poking me in the bum."
Harry blushed but luckily for him was saved by Madame Pompfrey, who was
rushing him and Malfoy off the Pitch, and down to the infirmary.
~*
"Well, boys, I can't find anything physically wrong with you, besides
some minor bruising. But I'd still like to keep you both overnight just
incase any internal injuries appear."
Both Harry and Draco were lead to their beds.
"Madame Pompfrey, I had detention tonight with Snape. In fact, I should
be there now."
"Oh, me too," added Draco.
"I'll make sure to inform him that he will have to reschedule. You two
both need to rest." And with that, she hurried off to do so. After she
was gone, Malfoy turned to Harry. "Well, Potter, at least something good
came out of this. No potion's detention tonight. And thank Merlin, I'm
dead tired. G'night, I suppose," he said as he slipped into his bed.
"Whatever," Harry replied, crawling into his own bed.
~*
It was 3am, and Harry was still awake. Why? He couldn't say. Was Malfoy
snoring? No, of course not. He's a fucking Malfoy. Was his body aching?
No. Pompfrey healed all his wounds. Then what was it?
The kiss, of course. The kiss and it's affects on his traitorous body.
A whimper from a couple feet away dragged Harry's mind from his current
thoughts. Malfoy was obviously having a nightmare. Harry got up, put on
his glasses, and walked over to Draco's bed. He was sprawled on his back,
one leg arched up, hair stickig to his sweaty face, and a fearful, yet
defiant, look twisted on is face.
"Father, I can't...I won't...NO! I won't! I won't! I won't!"
Draco was screaming by now. Harry reached down and squeezed his hand.
Leaning down, he whispered in his ear,"God, it's alright, Draco. It's
over.."
"Over?" Still asleep.
"Yes. All over."
"I don't want to do it again. Don't leave me alone.."
"I won't."
Harry spent the rest of the night in a chair, pulled up to Draco's
bedside, his head rested on the mattress, holding tightly onto his hand.
Letting him know he was still there. Morning came, and Harry realized
that he was still curled up in the chair by Draco's bed.
"Potter, why are you holding my hand?"
"You had a nightmare last night. You stopped screaming when I held your
hand, so I figured I'd better not let go, for fear you would start up
again."
"...oh..well, thank you. It was very..Gryffindor of you."
Just then Madame Pompfrey strode in the room. Both boys blushed madly and
immediately let go of each other's hands.
"Well, it's good to see you two up so early. You're both free to go now."
They both left the room and took off in opposite directions, not even
othering to sy goodbye.
~*
"He's still staring at you, Harry."
"I know, Ron. I see him."
"Why?"
"Do I look like Professor Trelawney? I have no idea. Ask your tea leaves
or something."
But Harry noticed that Malfoy wasn't glaring at him, or even smirking. In
fact, he almost looked sad. When he noticed Harry and that fucking Weasel
staring back and whispering to one another, he quickly looked down and
busied himself with rearranging his food on his plate.
~*
2:45am. 2:45 fucking am, and Harry was staring at the ceiling. He slipped
out of bed and pulled out his Invisibility Cloak. Once fully-shrouded by
it he headed up to the Astronomy Tower.
He never fully got used to being invisible. It was positively eerie to
walk through those hallways, hearing his own footsteps echo in the
emptiness, but not being able to see the feet that made them.
He stepped into the Astronomy Tower. He wasn't alone. Sitting on the
window sill, hair ruffled, wearing crumpled silk pyjamas, was Draco
Malfoy.
"Can't sleep?"
Malfoy looked startled and jumped to his feet.
"Who said that?"
"Oh, sorry," said Harry, lifting off his Invisibility Cloak. "Forgot
about that."
"Merlin, Potter, you scared the shit out of me."
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to."
"What are you doing up here this late anyways?"
"I could ask you the same thing...I couldn't sleep. I've had terrible
insomnia since, well, I suppose you know. Cedric.." Harry sighed deeply.
"So why're you here?"
Malfoy sat back on the window sill, and looked out over the school
grounds. "More nightmares."
"You ok?"
"Potter, why do you care? You've spent the last five years making my life
living hell, and now you're suddenly concerned about my well-being? Ohhh,
but you HAVE to care! You're a goddamned Gryffindor! Fucking Saint
Potter! Oh, but a flaw. You're the reason I have nightmares. Oh, and
you're the reason I can't concentrate in Potions. You're the reason my
father disowned me. It's. All. Your. Fault!"
Malfoy slammed Harry against the wall, holding him down by his wrists.
For a moment, Harry thought he was going to hit him, but all thoughts of
that were extingushed when Malfoy practically leapt upon him, kissing him
violently. Harry struggled desperately, before finally succumbing to
Malfoy. He tasted blood, as Malfoy's teeth scraped his inner lips. He
backed up, breaking the kiss, and panting heavily. After a moment to
catch his breath, he pressed his body up against Harry's and began
nipping at his neck and earlobes. "God, Potter, I fucking hate you." All
Harry could do was moan. His hips bucked involuntarily against Malfoy's.
Suddenly, Harry remembered where and who he was, and what was happening.
He immediately shoved Malfoy back. He just glared at him, and wiped the
blood from his mouth.
"Problem, Potter?"
"Yes, there's a problem!"
"Well?"
"Well what?! This is obviously wrong. Firstly, well, we're both boys.
Secondly, you're a Slytherin and I'm a Gryffindor. Finally, you're Draco
Malfoy! And I'm Harry Potter! The pieces of the puzzle just don't fit
together! We hate each other. You just said so yourself."
Harry grabbed for his cloak, slipped it on, and headed towards the door.
"Harry, wait!"
Harry froze at the sound of his given name, removed his head, and just
stared at Malfoy.
"Why are you doing that, Potter? It's creepy. Either take that cloak off
or cover yourself completely. Your floating head is really giving me the
chills."
"Sorry," he said, and pulled off the cloak,"I was just a bit stunned by
you calling me Harry. You've never done that before..but anyways. Why
can't I leave?"
"I-I just w-wanted to say.."
"Yes?"
"I don't hate you."
Harry snorted. "Could have fooled me."
"I guess I was bit jealous-"
"Of me? Ha! If you'd like, I'm sure I could kill your parents, and in
fact, I'll do it in front of you, so you'll get the whole Cedric Diggory
experience in there too!"
"If you'd have let me finish, Potter, you'd hear that I am not jealous of
you. I'm jealous of that fucking Weasel and the Mudblood."
"Ron and Hermione?"
"Are you not fucking listening? Yes, Ron and Hermione."
"But..why?"
"Why not? Sure, Weasley doesn't have much money, but he has parent's who
care. They love him. He has siblings. He has a childhood! Friends,
Potter! Friends. And Hermione too. And they both have you. I tried to
befriend you, but you shunned me like some fucking wizarding Robin Hood.
Taking from the rich and giving to the poor."
"Draco.."
"Don't call me that like you care, Potter." Then he shoved past Harry,
and headed towards Slytherin Tower. Harry raced after him. He caught up
easily, as Malfoy was 'stalking' away, because obviously, Malfoys do NOT
run away.
Harry grabbed Malfoy's wrist, spun him around and pinned him to the wall
with his body.
"And what makes you think I don't care?"
"Oh come off it, St.Potter! Why should you?"
"Because we seem to have some things in common, things I never knew. I
have no parents, you have worse than no parents. We were both never
allowed to be a child. Always performing for everyone else. Hiding behind
what we're 'supposed to be', and not who we are."
There was something in Draco's eyes at that moment. A mixture of sadness,
fear, and vulnerablility. Whatever it was, Harry decided it was damn
sexy.
Without warning, Harry kissed him. It was much different from the earlier
kiss. Instead of violent and angry, Draco was much more submissive,
melting into Harry. Harry parted Draco's lips with his tongue, and he was
quickly granted access. The Boy Who Lived discovered that all he wanted
right then was to know everything about the boy squirming underneath him.
Anything and everything; all his cracks and crevasses. What else did he
and Draco have in common? What else did he hide under his disguise? Draco
broke the kiss, panting.
"Harry, you do realize his could never be or work or happen again?"
"Says who?"
"Everyone but you, probably. Your friends would never accept it. My so-
called friends wouldn't either. My father, oh lord, he would kill me,
then you!"
"What does he care? As far as he's concerned, you're not even his son
anymore."
Draco's eyes emptied again and he gained that farawawy look. His knees
buckled and Harry was the only thing supporting him now.
"Draco, oh god, I'm so sorry. What was I thinking? You're right, Draco.
This can't happen. I'll only hurt you like I've done everyone else."
He pushed his cloak on and took off down the hal towards Gryffindor
Tower.