All Characters Belong To: J.K.Rowling
Rating: PG-13 to R
Character Pairing: SLASH! Harry/Draco; Ron/Hermione; and Sirius/Lupin
WARNING: Order of the Phoenix SPOILERS
Authors Note: Special thanks to Miss Lesley for some wonderful ideas. (Especially the suggestion of using the chamber of secrets as their top-secret base, along with the loyal instructor. Brilliant!) Tons of hugs to all of the faithful reviewers, you guys rock!
Chapter Five: Glad To See You
The train ride back to Hogwarts was half over before Draco or Harry began talking again. Never before had Harry felt so alive. The possibility of other people walking in on them had been trilling; a forbidden guilty pleasure. Yet, no one of great importance had walked in. (A first year girl had stumbled into their compartment; however, she didn't look like a gossiper.)
Silence had wrapped around the two boys like a deadly snake. Draco took this as an opportunity to fully take in Harry's altered appearance. The golden-boy looked smashing; however, Draco thought he had over done it for his first appearance. The boy knew nothing about small changes that would not perk the interest of the entire magical world. Luckily, only the clan of red-heads and a mud-blood had recognized Harry. Draco still had a chance to alter Harry so the boy could get past that old coot, Dumbledor.
Draco was the first to break the awkward silence. "I've got some news."
"You'd better not be pregnant." Harry said lazily.
"W-WHAT!" Sputtering, Draco fell off Harry's lap and landed on the floor with a painful thud.
"Merlin, Draco! Can't you even take a joke? Now, what did you want to tell me?"
Glaring, Draco pushed Harry's legs off the plush leather seat to make room for himself. "You're sick, you know that?"
Sitting up, Harry quickly lent over and bit Draco's ticklish ears. The blonde boy giggled then lashed out at Harry for reducing him to a school-girlish laugh. Harry tried to defend himself; however, he was socked non-to-gentle in the gut. Hissing in breath, Harry forced the pain to subside.
"Anyways, good news. After a long chat with Snape, he agreed to teach us dark magic." Announced Draco, looking quite proud of himself. After all, it had not been an easy task, convincing his god-father to tutor himself and Harry.
Harry groaned. "Why Snape? He hates me!"
"Well, you can't just walk up to any teacher and demand that they teach you dark arts. Besides, Snape is an interesting man of high intelligence. I do not see why you dislike him so much."
"Oh, he only made my life a living hell."
"I'm the drama queen, not you." Smirking, Draco rubbed Harry's stomach where his fist had hit. There was no bruise, yet. Already, Draco could spot the various bite marks and hickies that had turned purple. Harry was sporting two big bite marks on his neck and his chest was covered in small hickies; however, Draco already knew he was no better off.
"No, you're just a queen." Grinning, Harry pulled Draco closer. "Fine, Snape will do then…But you owe me. Now, what about all of my books. I don't want anyone stumbling upon them in my dorm."
"Shrinking spell. Hide the shrunken books in your trunk, no one will notice. The spell is easy and can quickly be reversed." Draco rummaged in the small pockets of his tight leather pants. He grasped a handful of shrunken goods and presented them to Harry. "See, I have potions, books and some interesting magical weapons."
Harry snorted at the tiny pieces of assorted goods in Draco's hands. "Looks like doll-house furniture. Where's your Barbie?"
"It does not look like doll furniture! ….And what's a 'Barbie'?"
"Erm, never mind."
Draco raised a thin eyebrow at Harry. "Well, anyways. About you appearance….you need to tone it down. If you go in dressed like that, you'll give the old coot headmaster a heart attack."
"Pity that. Oh well, he's going to die soon anyways."
"Stupid Scar-Head!" Hissed Draco as he punched Harry in the stomach. "Don't you understand anything yet? Going around in clothes that scream 'I'm a dark wizard' is not a good idea. Small changes to begin with. So…" Draco hummed thoughtfully as he glanced at the floor where most of Harry's clothes lay along with some of Dracos'.
Harry scooted away from Draco. Warm tendrils of pain danced over his stomach whenever he shifted weight, but already the sensations were growing dull. Draco rummaged around in the scattered clothes and pulled out Harry's slightly wrinkled shirt. As Harry began to get dressed, Draco removed all but one chain from Harry's pants before handing them back. Everything else, according to Draco, was ok; however, the make-up needed to go.
Harry glared miserably at Draco. The make-up had been bloody hard to apply and took several hard rubs to remove. His lip stung and his venomous green eyes watered.
"Hope your happy." Harry said darkly.
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The train jerked to a non-to-gentle stop. With all the excitement surrounding the two former enemies, they barely noticed when Ron opened the compartment door. Harry had just put on his robe and had been helping Draco with his when they were interrupted.
Ron's face bleached, but he just lowered his eyes and waited for the boys to finish. He cleared his throat a few times before quietly asking if he could have a word with Harry. Smirking, Draco slapped Harry on the ass before departing the compartment.
"Ah…Harry….about before…" Ron started, but his anger was already beginning to show through. His face was tinged red and his firsts were clenched tightly. "Listen, if your going to screw Draco, fine. I don't give a damn, but could you…" Ron made a horrible sound and punched the train compartment wall. "See, I don't care who'd your taking to bed, but I'm still your friend. Just wanted you to know that. I'm sorry about the summer, but you know I couldn't do anything. Dumbledor said-"
"Ron, stop, enough. I know you won't disobey Dumbledor, but I'm…" Harry paused, searching for words. Although he was greatly upset with being ignored, he still had feelings for Ron and Hermione. Nothing could change that. "I'm just….I don't know anymore. Don't worry, I'm not trying to kill our friendship, but I am still pissed. Very pissed about this summer."
A nervous smile crossed Ron's features. "Totally understandable….but why turn to Malfoy? I mean, if your into guys, why not Dean? Why not Fred or George?" Ron shuddered as he said his brothers names. The thought of his best friend and the twins unnerved him, but they were from Gryffindor house. Ron was a stick believer in the old philosophy of sticking to ones house.
"The twins, huh? Sorry mate, but I like blondes. So, your fine with the gay thing?" Harry smiled and grabbed the handle of his single trunk. (Everything else was in Harry's pocket.)
"Of course. I mean, Fred and George are and their still the same brothers I always knew. So I accept you." Ron patted Harry on the back. Hermione, who was waiting at the end of the train for Ron, smiled warmly.
"Thanks Ron. Mind you, I'm still mad about this summer."
"I know. I'm still mad that your with Malfoy. Your not going me force me to like him, are you?" Ron wrapped a arm around Hermione as they got off the train and headed towards the carriages.
"Hell, I don't even really like him, why should you?" Harry jumped down onto the stone platform, his boots making a loud clanking sound. The group laughed briefly then continued with their stroll towards the carriages that were lead by teams of Thestrals. Harry could already see Draco's lean outline in the dim light cast from magical lanterns. Even Draco's outline looked impatient, his foot tapping rapidly against the stone, his hands clasping and unclasping at his sides.
"Oh Harry! Your lip!" Gasped Hermione, suddenly appearing right in front of her friends face. Ron also bent in close to Harry's face, examining the tiny silver ring.
"Merlin, Harry. I always knew you'd follow Bill's example."
"Must have been painful." Shuddered Hermione.
Harry's eyes glowed with evil glee. "Hurt a lot. I did it myself." Harry quickened his pace towards the carriages.
Draco hated waiting and the only thing he hated more than waiting was waiting for the golden-trio. When the bushy-haired mud-blood and annoying Weasel approached with Harry, Draco glared daggers at them. Harry was suppose to belong to him now. Once someone had Draco to spend time with, they shouldn't need anyone else. (Ah, only child syndrome.) When Harry was in arms reach, Draco grabbed the boys hand and pulled him close. A smooth mask of indifference graced Draco's features, but inside, Draco was fuming.
"Took you long enough, Potter." Draco spat out Harry's last name for good measure.
Ron made a low grunting noise in the back of his throat, but he managed to retain his comments. Hermione looked from Harry to Draco to Ron, unsure of what to do. Draco didn't want to waste a greeting on this riffraff and turned his back to board the carriage. Sighing, Harry followed…rather, was pulled forcefully in also. Ron and Hermione glanced at each other and got in after their friend.
"So, Malfoy. You and Harry…huh." Stated Hermione, dumbly.
"Got a problem with that mud-OWWW! SON-OF-A-" Shrieked Draco as Harry pinched his inner thigh before he could finished his insult. "What was that for?!" Draco slapped Harry hard across the cheek.
Stunned and slightly embarrassed by being backslapped by a Malfoy, Harry lowered his eyes and mumbled a sorry. Draco immediately felt guilty for hitting Harry, but it was his fault! A long nervous silence followed.
"Bastard." Muttered Draco before quickly leaning over and planting a kiss on Harry's cheek.
"Stupid git." Smirked Harry before kissing Draco's perfect red lips.
"Oh eww!" Gagged Ron.
And so the carriage ride began. The four students remained deathly silent, save for the quick kiss sounds and the occasional insult coming from Harry and Draco. It was going to be a long….LONG year.
Authors Note: I'M SORRY! I've been really really busy. Stupid holidays and getting sick. *dies* Anyways, should be another chapter by the end of the week. Love to all!!
Please review. *puppy eyes*
Nest Chapter: Meeting with Snape and Lupin appears at Hogwarts with a special message for Harry. *dramatic music*