The Halls of the Blind
Chapter Seven
Unexpected Admissions
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind;
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
-Shakespeare (A Midsummer Night's Dream)
A/N: Okay, there's Drarry in this... Those of you who love Snarry, don't get your knickers in a bunch. I said it'll wind up Snarry and it will, but I'm throwing this pairing in here because it works. It's good for Harry, trust me. And guess who's actually in this. Mudblood!Draco *and* Bisexual!Draco. *claps* I always wanted to make him that way.
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Harry scowled and swatted at the quill he knew was flying across the paper. He felt his hand connect with it and heard it hit the floor. He knew he had just probably ruin an hours worth of work, but damn it all. He was frustrated and depressed and spiraling lower everyday.
It took twice as long to read a chapter than it used to. It was three times as tedious doing essays. He always had to go back and do the Hearing Charm on it, numerous times through the whole writing process. He was getting tired of it all, and he just knew he was going to fall behind.
He stilled as he heard someone put their bag down on the other side of the table and walk around to where his quill had more than likely dropped.
"I think you'll need this, Potter."
Harry's scowl deepened. "Bugger off, Malfoy."
"And leave you to kill your quill and destroy all your hard work?"
"Fine, I'm not going to destroy it. Happy? Now are you going to leave?"
Draco rolled his eyes. He didn't blame Harry for acting this way, he really didn't. Sometimes, though, he wondered how long it would take to get through to him. "Actually, I planned on staying and going through the homework. I noticed you've already managed to complete Snape's essay. I'll help you with McGonagall's."
"You're going to help me study? Malfoy, you've gone insane."
"So I keep getting told. Do you really want to do it all alone?"
Harry's scowl softened as he answered. "We're doing your's first," he said, moving his parchment and Transfiguration book over.
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And so they developed a routine. They met in the library to do their homework. Harry helped Draco with Potions and DADA, while Draco helped Harry with Transfiguration and Charms.
Three weeks after the first study session, something changed.
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"Want to do Charms next?"
"I'd rather do you," Draco muttered.
Harry's head snapped toward Draco. "What?"
Draco blushed. "If you want to."
Harry smirked. "Do Charms or do me?"
Draco's blush deepened as Harry laughed.
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"Draco, where are we going?"
"Just come on."
"Draco." Harry whined.
"Harry." Mimicked Draco. "Just come on. Or do I have to pick you up and carry your arse down to the pitch."
Harry stopped, frowning slightly. "Why are we going to the pitch?"
"I told you, it's a surprise."
Harry didn't move. Draco turned to him and brushed his lips over Harry's. "Come on, please?"
Harry sighed and Draco took that as his cue to pull Harry along again.
Down at the pitch, Draco turned to Harry once again. Getting on his broom, he pulls Harry over and says. "Get on behind me."
"Draco..."
"Harry, get on."
Draco guided Harry's hands to the broom, and waited till Harry's arms were around him, before going up in the air. He felt Harry's grip tighten around him as their feet left the ground.
He never thought he'd be on a broom again. And here he was, arms wrapped around Draco, as they flew around the pitch. Draco told him before he made any turns, allowing him to adjust to flying once again.
Once Harry's feet were back on terra firma, he smiled, and pulled Draco to him, his fingers tracing Draco's face. He kissed Draco. "Thank you."
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But at night, his dreams hadn't changed.
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Fingers brushed over a nipple as a tongue ran over it's twin. His name was murmured, as both hand and tongue took a decidedly downward journey. Suddenly, lips were on his, hands and fingers spreading him open, preparing him for what was to come next.
Harry woke up, Severus's name dying on his lips. He groaned, dropping his head into his hands. Maybe it was time to tell Draco that things weren't going to work together. They really were better off as friends.
"Great," Harry grumbled, "another thing added to my things to do list."
He got off the couch and headed toward the bathroom, planning to take a cold shower.
He needed it.
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"Come on, Harry. It's the first quidditch match of the season, Slytherin versus Gryffindor."
"Hermione, I just don't want to go."
Hermione bit her lip. She had been trying to get Harry to go to the match since this morning when he's told Blaise that he wasn't going. She tried a different tactic, guessing at the source of this change. "Is this about the fight you and Draco had last week?"
He turned toward her, his eyebrow arched. He had stopped wearing his glasses out of habit about a month ago, and the changes it wrought were dangerous. "What fight?"
"The fight after DADA. Justin Finch-Fletchley told me that you to had gotten into a shouting match."
"No, Hermione, this isn't about the fight we had, not really."
"Then what is it about? You love quidditch."
"I loved playing quidditch, 'Mione. I loved being in the air. I loved catching the damned golden snitch. I loved the thrill it gave me. And now I can't play and I don't care about quidditch." He turned and headed toward his room.
"Harry James Potter, you stop right there. Did I just hear you right? Did you just give up? Or did you give up a long time ago? Do you know that Draco's expecting to see you there? You promised him, you know? I don't know what's going on between you two, but you know, and I know, that he'll be hurt if you don't show up."
"And he'll get over it."
"You made a promise, Harry."
He sighed. "Fine. I'll go. But the commentary doesn't do the game justice. Let me just get my robes." He walked to his bedroom door, and stopped. "Hermione, there's nothing between me and Draco, not anymore."
"What? Why? You guys were good together."
"We're better as friends. I dream of someone else when I sleep, and he thinks of someone else when he holds me."
"Oh, Harry, I'm sorry."
"Why? I'm not." He reached out and his fingers brushed his robes. Pulling them off the chair, he puts them on and walks to the center of the room. "Let's go."
A/N: Eh-heh, this seemed to be the only way to write this. See, Ryu and Shi had done the last part for me and the first part. I had to do everything else. Stupid muses. Newho, hope you guys liked this chapter. It's about half a page longer than the last chapter. I think most of the chapters will be about this length. I know, I ghost over a lot, but, yeah, I'm not going to do every mundane day. Yes, this is important b/c now, Harry and Draco's friendship will actually be made stronger (it's gunna be needed). Yes, Sev still goes to Harry's room at night to talk, answer any of Harry's new questions about Potions, and hold him when he breaks down. Though that's not really mentioned in this chapter. Shouldn't be too long before their relationship starts, just a heads up. And Remus should be appearing in the next chapter. Anything you guys want me to put Harry through?