A/N: Forgot the title above the first chapter. That's fixed now.
Chapter 2: The deserted corridor
'You felt like it?' Harry asked, 'You felt like kissing me? The guy, you always said you hated? And you were going out with Pansy, I thought.' He pushed Draco away from him, but he kept standing against the wall
'I broke up with her, okay!' Draco answered, sounding like a cornered animal, 'And no, I'm not a faggot like you, idiot. Probably just. . . bisexual.' With these last words he had found his usual arrogant tone back again.
'Yeah, sure. And you kissed me to try out if you 'possibly could like guys too'. I don't believe you. Just admit you hit on me.'
'I don't hit on you!'
'You do! No one ever kissed me so passionately!'
'Who else have you kissed?' Draco asked fast. He seemed. . . frightened, or jealous?
'Just one guy', Harry answered. He blushed, Draco would probably think he was a greenhorn on the domain of sexuality. He was, that one kiss had been the only thing close to 'something' in his whole life.
'Who?'
'. . . You, a minute ago'
O Merlin, Draco thought, he really is a sissy. Not even able to find someone to share his gayness with. 'You're not telling anyone about this kiss. Or about this. . .'
The tall, handsome, blond guy took one step in Harry's direction, and gave him a slight kiss on his forehead. 'Can you be here tonight again at 9pm? He whispered in the shorter boy's ear.
'Sure', Harry answered back, also whispering.
'Fine, see you then' And Draco hurried away.
Harry didn't move for the next few seconds. Did that just really happen? He was so confused. Draco couldn't possibly like him? That guy really didn't act as usual.
The first classes of that day couldn't distract him. Ron acted still coolly towards him, he was probably still angry about that morning. Hermione acted almost normal, but there was something about her. First he thought it was because she was angry too, about not showing the note he had received at breakfast. But after the History of Magic class he thought her 'weirdness' had more to do with Ron. She looked at him when she was not taking notes in a strange way. . . It couldn't be she was in love with him?
Help me out! Harry thought, everyone around me is dating someone, and I'm very busy falling in love with my biggest rival!
The worst thing about the Thursday was that they had double Potions with the Slytherins. He should see Malfoy again. It made him happy at first, but then. . . He would probably ignore him. Draco had told him he couldn't tell anyone, so that meant he wouldn't tell anyone either, right? But if all of it was just a joke? What if Malfoy had set up a trap, and everyone would know this day, he, Harry was gay and hit on the most favourite Slytherin? He had never been as nervous for a Potion class as he was this day.
When Harry entered the classroom he saw everything was just like every other Thursday. Snape was sitting behind his desk, reading a book. The Slytherins already sat there, talking and quarrelling with eachother. The Gryffindors were the last to arrive, because it took such a long time to get from Trelawny's tower to the dungeons. Every Thursday he cursed the one who made the timetables. Whoever came upon the idea to put Potions after Divination had been sick in his mind!
Snape was really distracted this lesson. He just told them to finish the potion they had started the day before. The thing they were brewing would be used in Transfiguration, because it would turn back any small object to it's original form. It wasn't a very hard Potion, about every ten minutes you had to put something in, so there was time enough to chat, and, in Harry's case, to throw secret looks at Malfoy.
Ron and Hermione were talking about what Binns had told during History of Magic. Harry didn't involve in their conversation, as he had observed his fellow students during that class, thinking about what they would say, when they discovered he had a 'date' with a Slytherin that evening.
'Yeah, I guess it can very dangerous', he heard Hermione say.
'But it was supposed to be gone!' Ron said.
'You heard what Binns told us, it probably isn't gone, because that god was murdered by a whore after he had sex with her, and she had probably taken it over.'
When the word sex was mentioned, Harry was, like every healthy, immediately interested.
'He had no sex with her. He had 'intercourse' with her', Ron corrected her.
'Yeah, whatever. It could be wandering around at Hogwarts!'
'What makes you think that?'
'Well, we have so many ambitious people, and sometimes people are suddenly acting so strange. And besides that, there always is a lot of kissing and cuddling at a school with people of our age, so it can pass on quickly'
'What is wandering around Hogwarts?' Harry asked curiously.
'Oh! Haven't you paid attention to what the professor told us? Ages ago one of the four gods let out The Gift. A sort of spirit that hides inside people, and makes them ambitious to get power over others. Someone with It would do everything to make people their slaves, and let them do anything they whished. A long time it was said it was just a legend or something, but when someone invented the Imperius curse, people thought of that story again. It could be coincidence of course, but that man died a horrible death soon afterwards. And so it was with others of whom people later said they had possessed the Gift. It doesn't affect everyone, though. There are cases in which it was proven. . .'
'Not really proven, Hermione, they just did some stupid test, just like the tests they did with supposed witches' Ron said.
'. . . but when there were no real changes in de character of that person', she finished.
'If I understand you correctly, you're telling me there's maybe some evil thing at Hogwarts, and, as far as I know, Dumbledore didn't do anything to do anything against it', Harry concluded.
'Yes'
'Sorry, don't believe you', Harry looked at his watch, 'And I believe it's time to put some of the bottle with turtle-blood into out potion. Three drops would do it, I guess'
The rest of the time of the lesson they spend cutting white leaves of snowdrops.
The evening passed by as slow as never before. The clock in the Gryffindor common room kept ticking, but slow, so slow, it seemed like it never would be a quarter to nine. He had taken a shower, not unusual, he always showered in the evenings, and he had put on some nice clothes, but not so special people would notice.
Finally it was time to go to the forbidden corridor. No one really noticed, everyone was doing their homework. Some had even gone to bed already, people were always exhausted when the Christmas Holidays were coming.
He arrived at the deserted corridor at nine exactly. Draco Malfoy was already waiting for him, with his schoolbag over his shoulder.
'Come here', he said, pointing at a little niche Harry had never seen before. 'We can sit there'
After they sat down opposite of each other, Harry asked: 'Are you going to tell me why you wanted to see me again? Why you sent that note this morning in the first place?'
Draco took two cans out of his bag. 'Want one too?'
'Where did you get that? It's muggle-beer!'
'My dad has his connections. He likes it over the wizards butterbeer, and I agree with him'
Harry took one of the cans, opened it, and took a gulp. He almost chocked.
'It's so bitter!'
Draco grinned: 'You have to learn to drink it. I thought it was disgusting the first time I tasted real beer, but now I think it's a very good drink to quench your thirst'
Harry took a nip: 'are you going to tell me why I had to come, or what?'
'I want to make one thing clear. I'm not gay, I just like guys a little sometimes. And I'm curious. Why I asked you to see me was that I wanted to ask or you still have those magazines', he blushed, 'And if I could borrow some. I don't know why I kissed you. It just happened. But I must compliment you, you're an excellent kisser.'
Harry smiled, Draco just wanted to ask a favour. 'You too, you too. And sure you can lend some of me, just return them without white stains, if you know what I mean. And something else, I want another kiss, for every magazine you borrow from me'
Draco seemed to consider this for a moment, but then he answered: 'Of course. Do you want your first payment now? Or shall I wait till I actually have it?'
'Now would be fine', Harry said, while standing up.
Draco stood up to.
'Okay', he answered, eyes already closed.
Suddenly they were kissing again. Their tongues discovering every inch of the one of the other. Draco grabbed Harry's hair, pulling him close against him, smelling his exciting scent, feeling something getting hard against his thigh. He didn't matter, because he felt something from himself harden too.
They parted. 'Will you join me to get the jack-off material?' Harry asked.
'Yeah', Draco answered, 'I think I will borrow more than one', he added grinning.
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A/N: Did you like this chapter too? I feel like I'm changing Draco's character too much. Don't worry, I'll make him more 'evil' in later chapters. He's just confused at the moment.
Chapter 2: The deserted corridor
'You felt like it?' Harry asked, 'You felt like kissing me? The guy, you always said you hated? And you were going out with Pansy, I thought.' He pushed Draco away from him, but he kept standing against the wall
'I broke up with her, okay!' Draco answered, sounding like a cornered animal, 'And no, I'm not a faggot like you, idiot. Probably just. . . bisexual.' With these last words he had found his usual arrogant tone back again.
'Yeah, sure. And you kissed me to try out if you 'possibly could like guys too'. I don't believe you. Just admit you hit on me.'
'I don't hit on you!'
'You do! No one ever kissed me so passionately!'
'Who else have you kissed?' Draco asked fast. He seemed. . . frightened, or jealous?
'Just one guy', Harry answered. He blushed, Draco would probably think he was a greenhorn on the domain of sexuality. He was, that one kiss had been the only thing close to 'something' in his whole life.
'Who?'
'. . . You, a minute ago'
O Merlin, Draco thought, he really is a sissy. Not even able to find someone to share his gayness with. 'You're not telling anyone about this kiss. Or about this. . .'
The tall, handsome, blond guy took one step in Harry's direction, and gave him a slight kiss on his forehead. 'Can you be here tonight again at 9pm? He whispered in the shorter boy's ear.
'Sure', Harry answered back, also whispering.
'Fine, see you then' And Draco hurried away.
Harry didn't move for the next few seconds. Did that just really happen? He was so confused. Draco couldn't possibly like him? That guy really didn't act as usual.
The first classes of that day couldn't distract him. Ron acted still coolly towards him, he was probably still angry about that morning. Hermione acted almost normal, but there was something about her. First he thought it was because she was angry too, about not showing the note he had received at breakfast. But after the History of Magic class he thought her 'weirdness' had more to do with Ron. She looked at him when she was not taking notes in a strange way. . . It couldn't be she was in love with him?
Help me out! Harry thought, everyone around me is dating someone, and I'm very busy falling in love with my biggest rival!
The worst thing about the Thursday was that they had double Potions with the Slytherins. He should see Malfoy again. It made him happy at first, but then. . . He would probably ignore him. Draco had told him he couldn't tell anyone, so that meant he wouldn't tell anyone either, right? But if all of it was just a joke? What if Malfoy had set up a trap, and everyone would know this day, he, Harry was gay and hit on the most favourite Slytherin? He had never been as nervous for a Potion class as he was this day.
When Harry entered the classroom he saw everything was just like every other Thursday. Snape was sitting behind his desk, reading a book. The Slytherins already sat there, talking and quarrelling with eachother. The Gryffindors were the last to arrive, because it took such a long time to get from Trelawny's tower to the dungeons. Every Thursday he cursed the one who made the timetables. Whoever came upon the idea to put Potions after Divination had been sick in his mind!
Snape was really distracted this lesson. He just told them to finish the potion they had started the day before. The thing they were brewing would be used in Transfiguration, because it would turn back any small object to it's original form. It wasn't a very hard Potion, about every ten minutes you had to put something in, so there was time enough to chat, and, in Harry's case, to throw secret looks at Malfoy.
Ron and Hermione were talking about what Binns had told during History of Magic. Harry didn't involve in their conversation, as he had observed his fellow students during that class, thinking about what they would say, when they discovered he had a 'date' with a Slytherin that evening.
'Yeah, I guess it can very dangerous', he heard Hermione say.
'But it was supposed to be gone!' Ron said.
'You heard what Binns told us, it probably isn't gone, because that god was murdered by a whore after he had sex with her, and she had probably taken it over.'
When the word sex was mentioned, Harry was, like every healthy, immediately interested.
'He had no sex with her. He had 'intercourse' with her', Ron corrected her.
'Yeah, whatever. It could be wandering around at Hogwarts!'
'What makes you think that?'
'Well, we have so many ambitious people, and sometimes people are suddenly acting so strange. And besides that, there always is a lot of kissing and cuddling at a school with people of our age, so it can pass on quickly'
'What is wandering around Hogwarts?' Harry asked curiously.
'Oh! Haven't you paid attention to what the professor told us? Ages ago one of the four gods let out The Gift. A sort of spirit that hides inside people, and makes them ambitious to get power over others. Someone with It would do everything to make people their slaves, and let them do anything they whished. A long time it was said it was just a legend or something, but when someone invented the Imperius curse, people thought of that story again. It could be coincidence of course, but that man died a horrible death soon afterwards. And so it was with others of whom people later said they had possessed the Gift. It doesn't affect everyone, though. There are cases in which it was proven. . .'
'Not really proven, Hermione, they just did some stupid test, just like the tests they did with supposed witches' Ron said.
'. . . but when there were no real changes in de character of that person', she finished.
'If I understand you correctly, you're telling me there's maybe some evil thing at Hogwarts, and, as far as I know, Dumbledore didn't do anything to do anything against it', Harry concluded.
'Yes'
'Sorry, don't believe you', Harry looked at his watch, 'And I believe it's time to put some of the bottle with turtle-blood into out potion. Three drops would do it, I guess'
The rest of the time of the lesson they spend cutting white leaves of snowdrops.
The evening passed by as slow as never before. The clock in the Gryffindor common room kept ticking, but slow, so slow, it seemed like it never would be a quarter to nine. He had taken a shower, not unusual, he always showered in the evenings, and he had put on some nice clothes, but not so special people would notice.
Finally it was time to go to the forbidden corridor. No one really noticed, everyone was doing their homework. Some had even gone to bed already, people were always exhausted when the Christmas Holidays were coming.
He arrived at the deserted corridor at nine exactly. Draco Malfoy was already waiting for him, with his schoolbag over his shoulder.
'Come here', he said, pointing at a little niche Harry had never seen before. 'We can sit there'
After they sat down opposite of each other, Harry asked: 'Are you going to tell me why you wanted to see me again? Why you sent that note this morning in the first place?'
Draco took two cans out of his bag. 'Want one too?'
'Where did you get that? It's muggle-beer!'
'My dad has his connections. He likes it over the wizards butterbeer, and I agree with him'
Harry took one of the cans, opened it, and took a gulp. He almost chocked.
'It's so bitter!'
Draco grinned: 'You have to learn to drink it. I thought it was disgusting the first time I tasted real beer, but now I think it's a very good drink to quench your thirst'
Harry took a nip: 'are you going to tell me why I had to come, or what?'
'I want to make one thing clear. I'm not gay, I just like guys a little sometimes. And I'm curious. Why I asked you to see me was that I wanted to ask or you still have those magazines', he blushed, 'And if I could borrow some. I don't know why I kissed you. It just happened. But I must compliment you, you're an excellent kisser.'
Harry smiled, Draco just wanted to ask a favour. 'You too, you too. And sure you can lend some of me, just return them without white stains, if you know what I mean. And something else, I want another kiss, for every magazine you borrow from me'
Draco seemed to consider this for a moment, but then he answered: 'Of course. Do you want your first payment now? Or shall I wait till I actually have it?'
'Now would be fine', Harry said, while standing up.
Draco stood up to.
'Okay', he answered, eyes already closed.
Suddenly they were kissing again. Their tongues discovering every inch of the one of the other. Draco grabbed Harry's hair, pulling him close against him, smelling his exciting scent, feeling something getting hard against his thigh. He didn't matter, because he felt something from himself harden too.
They parted. 'Will you join me to get the jack-off material?' Harry asked.
'Yeah', Draco answered, 'I think I will borrow more than one', he added grinning.
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A/N: Did you like this chapter too? I feel like I'm changing Draco's character too much. Don't worry, I'll make him more 'evil' in later chapters. He's just confused at the moment.