Title: Emotion Sickness
Author: Miss T
Spoilers: Takes place after The Chamber of Secrets book - kind of my own interpretation of their 3rd year at Hogwarts. Or how I would like it to be.
Rating: PG13, so far
Main characters: Draco, Harry
Pairings: DM/HP to come later, so if you don't like slash, don't read it
Notes: ok, I *did* change the angst genre bit to action/adventure as I feel the story is taking on a new level… hope you enjoy
Disclaimer: Ms Rowling owns the characters and everything… not me :( However I am responsible for the plot. Oh, and JK - kudos for the excellent world of HP.
Dedicated to: slash fans everywhere! *giant Mexican wave*
Emotion Sickness
Chapter 8 – Trial and Tribulation
Harry woke up feeling the left side of his face damp and unpleasantly warm. The air was thick around him, and he struggled to breathe. Opening his eyes immediately, he noticed he was not in The Dark Forest anymore.
Sitting up and rubbing his head, he looked at the blossoming surroundings with awe. He could hear the distant chirpings of birds high in the trees, which were lush, tall and vividly colourful.
"Malfoy?" He whispered, looking at the pale blonde lying in a heap next to him.
Reaching out and grasping Draco's shoulder, he shook it vigorously, making him stir and open his eyes.
It was as if someone was shining a spotlight in Draco's face as he woke, the sun was so bright in his eyes.
"Arrrrrghh!" He moaned and sat up. Shaking his head and widening his eyes as he looked around, he turned to face Harry who had a similar expression on his face.
"Where in God's name are we?" He retorted and screwed his nose up as he felt the intense heat of the air slide over his body like a glove.
Pulling off his cloak and slowly standing up, Harry turned round in a full circle and stopped to look at the large clearing behind them, and the sight of a colossal yet spectacular waterfall made his jaw drop.
"Am I dead?" Draco said dumbly, rubbing his head as he stood up and looked at the sight Harry was gawping at.
"Errrr… I don't think so" Harry said, looking the pale boy up and down.
"Bloody hell – where the hell are we? And why is it so bloody hot!" Draco ripped his robe off, and then his jumper after feeling dissatisfied with the amount of air it brought to his skin.
Harry couldn't help but glance shyly at the pale boy's slender form – not a trace of hair was to be found on Draco's abdomen or chest – it was as smooth as porcelain.
"Well, aren't –you- hot?" Draco said, raising his eyebrows at Harry's staring.
Harry went a bright shade of pink and immediately tore his jumper off over his head, and was relieved to feel that the air around him cooled him down and made his face less red.
He tied the arms of his jumper around his waist and giggled slightly as he witnessed Draco mirror his idea.
"What the hell are we going to do now?" Draco looked around again, completely flabbergasted as to how the pair had ended up in a tropical rainforest.
"I don't even have my wand with me." Harry muttered as he thought about his wand, sitting on his dresser table in the tower.
"Maybe… maybe we should start walking?" Draco pointed to the waterfall, where a small path led up the side of it and into the distance. "Maybe there's life out there." He chuckled, looking at Harry's unnerved expression.
"Missing?" Professor McGonagall breathed, and leapt from her seat.
"I told them they should be back at the tower by 4! They are nowhere to be seen…" Snape paced around the room, racking his brain.
"We have to tell Dumbledore at once!" McGonagall said shrilly.
Walking out of her office, they reached Dumbledore's quarters and told him exactly what had happened.
"Well, Albus – what should we do?" McGonagall replied to the distant look in Dumbledore's eyes.
"Professor Snape," He said eventually, "Contact Lucius. We need to send out a search party."
The path by the waterfall was longer and steeper than it seemed, and by the time the boys had reached the top they were sweating and panting heavily.
"Thank… god… for… that!" Harry breathed, and pressed the palms of his hands to his knees as he took a breather.
As Harry leaned down Draco noticed how strong the short boy's torso actually looked. His back was slender but slightly muscular, and he had a nice even honey coloured tan… Draco cursed himself for staring. And even thinking about Harry in that way. *Must be the tropical air* He thought to himself, waving the thought away.
Scanning across the surface of land they had just reached, it looked beautifully serene. A long curvaceous stream ran through a green and spectacular valley, and mountains could be seen on the horizon. But there was something not quite right with the place. *After all, we did fall through a well to get here* Draco smirked at his thought, causing Harry to look up from his resting.
"What?" Harry grinned, and Draco watched as the raven haired boy's draw dropped at the beauty of the scenery.
"Pretty, isn't it?" Draco said truthfully, not believing his mouth. He didn't even think he had used the word 'pretty' in his entire life.
"Now what?" Harry said, continuing to gawp at the site.
"I guess we continue walking, Potter. We're bound to end up somewhere if we do." Draco shrugged, and began walking.
Harry quickly catched up with the blonde, and walked by his side.
"I wonder what Snape is doing about us" Harry muttered as he reached out and casually ripped a leaf from it's branches as he walked past.
"He's probably trying to find us. After all, he DOES love me. Ha." Draco sniggered and ran a hand through his hair.
"You really are that arrogant, aren't you?" Harry asked, smiling.
"What?" Draco stopped in his tracks.
"I said you were arrogant, Draco. Oh come on, don't deny it – you think the whole world revolves around you. Your positively narcissistic." Harry scoffed.
Draco felt heat run to his head as he heard these words spill from Harry's mouth. *Did he not listen to me at ALL the other day? Did my words go right through that thick skull of his?*
"Narcissistic?!" Draco roared, causing a few birds nearby to fly out of their trees.
"Self absorbed. Vain. Loves oneself. Holier Than Thou…"
"I KNOW WHAT NARCISSISTIC IS, POTTER!!" Draco yelled, even louder than before.
Harry's eyebrows shot up and he took a step backwards. In all honesty, he really didn't know why he was saying these things… they just, slipped out. And before he knew it, Draco had shoved Harry with his left hand, directly in the middle of his chest.
"Ow!!" Harry screeched, rubbing his chest, and pushed Draco back twice as hard. Draco snarled and jolted for Harry, tackling him like one would in a game of rugby. Harry grabbed onto the back of the blonde boy's hair and tugged hard, pushing him away.
As they continued to fight, they were completely unaware that the valley had taken a drastic change in weather. Rain was now pelting down, making their hair stick to their faces and mud splash against their shins.
With one final push, Harry wrestled Draco to the ground and lay on top of him, sobbing hysterically and holding his wrists down by his sides.
It was hard to tell whether Draco's face was soaked with tears, sweat or rain – or a combination of them all. Thunder sounded above them and the ground felt like it was shaking.
They lay there, glaring at each other for one long minute before Harry collapsed and relaxed his muscles against Draco's body.
"Why?" Draco whispered, sobbing.
"I… I don't know what got over me!" Harry cried and searched Draco's face for forgiveness.
"For one moment there, I thought you were someone else… I thought I was someone else… it didn't seem real at all – like I was watching from a distance." Harry let go of Draco's wrists but stayed on top of him.
Sobbing and panting heavily, Draco looked up to Harry's face which now sported a bloody nose and a new cut on his forehead where Draco had punched him.
Without thinking, Draco reached up and ran his fingers ever so lightly against Harry's cheek, feeling small sparks of energy tingle between their flesh.
Trembling and being silently submissive to Draco's touch, Harry continued to look into the stormy grey of Draco's eyes. There was so much pain in those eyes, so much angst and self loathing – if only Harry could reach down and spoon out the sorrow.
The storm around them seemed to get worse, and shards of lightening filled the sky every 20 seconds.
"We need to get out of here" Draco cried, clutching onto Harry's arms and standing the pair of them up.
Squinting and looking into the distance, Draco could have sworn he had seen a small cluster of houses behind the valley.
"Come on," He breathed, clutching onto Harry's hand. "We need to get help."
They had both pulled their soaking jumpers over their heads, as the storm began to settle down, and the air began to get clear again.
Harry had no idea what made him verbally attack Draco like that. It had just been… instinct. Like someone put a voice over on him.
"I'm sorry," he muttered, an hour after they had started walking.
Draco still had Harry's hand encased in his, he didn't want to lose him. He replied by giving it a gentle squeeze.
"I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have got so mad at you. After all, you were right." He looked at the ground.
"No, Draco – I wasn't. And I have no idea what made me say those things but you have to believe me, I didn't mean any of them, I swear." Harry was now standing in front of Draco, searching his face for acceptance.
"I believe you," Draco whispered, and gingerly placed his hand on the side of Harry's face.
Feeling that charge of fizzy energy again, Draco's head felt warm and light, and his eyes filled up with tears.
"What's wrong?" Harry croaked, feeling his own emotions go into overdrive.
"I don't know – there is something seriously up with this place." He could feel Harry's skin tremble against his touch and quickly moved his hand away, embarrassed.
Harry was shocked and secretly hurt to feel Draco's touch disappear, and walked in closer to the blonde.
"Don't stop" He whispered, and placed his own hand on the pale skin of Draco's neck.
Draco could feel warmth rising up from the pit of his stomach, and it was unlike any sensation he had ever felt before. Closing his eyes, he suddenly felt a melting warmth press against his mouth and before he knew what was happening, he felt the very light but pleasing vibrations of a groan from Harry's mouth.
This was their first ever kiss – their first ever kiss with anyone, and their first kiss together. The first of which they both desired had more to follow.
**hope you liked! New chapter up shortly.**
Author: Miss T
Spoilers: Takes place after The Chamber of Secrets book - kind of my own interpretation of their 3rd year at Hogwarts. Or how I would like it to be.
Rating: PG13, so far
Main characters: Draco, Harry
Pairings: DM/HP to come later, so if you don't like slash, don't read it
Notes: ok, I *did* change the angst genre bit to action/adventure as I feel the story is taking on a new level… hope you enjoy
Disclaimer: Ms Rowling owns the characters and everything… not me :( However I am responsible for the plot. Oh, and JK - kudos for the excellent world of HP.
Dedicated to: slash fans everywhere! *giant Mexican wave*
Emotion Sickness
Chapter 8 – Trial and Tribulation
Harry woke up feeling the left side of his face damp and unpleasantly warm. The air was thick around him, and he struggled to breathe. Opening his eyes immediately, he noticed he was not in The Dark Forest anymore.
Sitting up and rubbing his head, he looked at the blossoming surroundings with awe. He could hear the distant chirpings of birds high in the trees, which were lush, tall and vividly colourful.
"Malfoy?" He whispered, looking at the pale blonde lying in a heap next to him.
Reaching out and grasping Draco's shoulder, he shook it vigorously, making him stir and open his eyes.
It was as if someone was shining a spotlight in Draco's face as he woke, the sun was so bright in his eyes.
"Arrrrrghh!" He moaned and sat up. Shaking his head and widening his eyes as he looked around, he turned to face Harry who had a similar expression on his face.
"Where in God's name are we?" He retorted and screwed his nose up as he felt the intense heat of the air slide over his body like a glove.
Pulling off his cloak and slowly standing up, Harry turned round in a full circle and stopped to look at the large clearing behind them, and the sight of a colossal yet spectacular waterfall made his jaw drop.
"Am I dead?" Draco said dumbly, rubbing his head as he stood up and looked at the sight Harry was gawping at.
"Errrr… I don't think so" Harry said, looking the pale boy up and down.
"Bloody hell – where the hell are we? And why is it so bloody hot!" Draco ripped his robe off, and then his jumper after feeling dissatisfied with the amount of air it brought to his skin.
Harry couldn't help but glance shyly at the pale boy's slender form – not a trace of hair was to be found on Draco's abdomen or chest – it was as smooth as porcelain.
"Well, aren't –you- hot?" Draco said, raising his eyebrows at Harry's staring.
Harry went a bright shade of pink and immediately tore his jumper off over his head, and was relieved to feel that the air around him cooled him down and made his face less red.
He tied the arms of his jumper around his waist and giggled slightly as he witnessed Draco mirror his idea.
"What the hell are we going to do now?" Draco looked around again, completely flabbergasted as to how the pair had ended up in a tropical rainforest.
"I don't even have my wand with me." Harry muttered as he thought about his wand, sitting on his dresser table in the tower.
"Maybe… maybe we should start walking?" Draco pointed to the waterfall, where a small path led up the side of it and into the distance. "Maybe there's life out there." He chuckled, looking at Harry's unnerved expression.
"Missing?" Professor McGonagall breathed, and leapt from her seat.
"I told them they should be back at the tower by 4! They are nowhere to be seen…" Snape paced around the room, racking his brain.
"We have to tell Dumbledore at once!" McGonagall said shrilly.
Walking out of her office, they reached Dumbledore's quarters and told him exactly what had happened.
"Well, Albus – what should we do?" McGonagall replied to the distant look in Dumbledore's eyes.
"Professor Snape," He said eventually, "Contact Lucius. We need to send out a search party."
The path by the waterfall was longer and steeper than it seemed, and by the time the boys had reached the top they were sweating and panting heavily.
"Thank… god… for… that!" Harry breathed, and pressed the palms of his hands to his knees as he took a breather.
As Harry leaned down Draco noticed how strong the short boy's torso actually looked. His back was slender but slightly muscular, and he had a nice even honey coloured tan… Draco cursed himself for staring. And even thinking about Harry in that way. *Must be the tropical air* He thought to himself, waving the thought away.
Scanning across the surface of land they had just reached, it looked beautifully serene. A long curvaceous stream ran through a green and spectacular valley, and mountains could be seen on the horizon. But there was something not quite right with the place. *After all, we did fall through a well to get here* Draco smirked at his thought, causing Harry to look up from his resting.
"What?" Harry grinned, and Draco watched as the raven haired boy's draw dropped at the beauty of the scenery.
"Pretty, isn't it?" Draco said truthfully, not believing his mouth. He didn't even think he had used the word 'pretty' in his entire life.
"Now what?" Harry said, continuing to gawp at the site.
"I guess we continue walking, Potter. We're bound to end up somewhere if we do." Draco shrugged, and began walking.
Harry quickly catched up with the blonde, and walked by his side.
"I wonder what Snape is doing about us" Harry muttered as he reached out and casually ripped a leaf from it's branches as he walked past.
"He's probably trying to find us. After all, he DOES love me. Ha." Draco sniggered and ran a hand through his hair.
"You really are that arrogant, aren't you?" Harry asked, smiling.
"What?" Draco stopped in his tracks.
"I said you were arrogant, Draco. Oh come on, don't deny it – you think the whole world revolves around you. Your positively narcissistic." Harry scoffed.
Draco felt heat run to his head as he heard these words spill from Harry's mouth. *Did he not listen to me at ALL the other day? Did my words go right through that thick skull of his?*
"Narcissistic?!" Draco roared, causing a few birds nearby to fly out of their trees.
"Self absorbed. Vain. Loves oneself. Holier Than Thou…"
"I KNOW WHAT NARCISSISTIC IS, POTTER!!" Draco yelled, even louder than before.
Harry's eyebrows shot up and he took a step backwards. In all honesty, he really didn't know why he was saying these things… they just, slipped out. And before he knew it, Draco had shoved Harry with his left hand, directly in the middle of his chest.
"Ow!!" Harry screeched, rubbing his chest, and pushed Draco back twice as hard. Draco snarled and jolted for Harry, tackling him like one would in a game of rugby. Harry grabbed onto the back of the blonde boy's hair and tugged hard, pushing him away.
As they continued to fight, they were completely unaware that the valley had taken a drastic change in weather. Rain was now pelting down, making their hair stick to their faces and mud splash against their shins.
With one final push, Harry wrestled Draco to the ground and lay on top of him, sobbing hysterically and holding his wrists down by his sides.
It was hard to tell whether Draco's face was soaked with tears, sweat or rain – or a combination of them all. Thunder sounded above them and the ground felt like it was shaking.
They lay there, glaring at each other for one long minute before Harry collapsed and relaxed his muscles against Draco's body.
"Why?" Draco whispered, sobbing.
"I… I don't know what got over me!" Harry cried and searched Draco's face for forgiveness.
"For one moment there, I thought you were someone else… I thought I was someone else… it didn't seem real at all – like I was watching from a distance." Harry let go of Draco's wrists but stayed on top of him.
Sobbing and panting heavily, Draco looked up to Harry's face which now sported a bloody nose and a new cut on his forehead where Draco had punched him.
Without thinking, Draco reached up and ran his fingers ever so lightly against Harry's cheek, feeling small sparks of energy tingle between their flesh.
Trembling and being silently submissive to Draco's touch, Harry continued to look into the stormy grey of Draco's eyes. There was so much pain in those eyes, so much angst and self loathing – if only Harry could reach down and spoon out the sorrow.
The storm around them seemed to get worse, and shards of lightening filled the sky every 20 seconds.
"We need to get out of here" Draco cried, clutching onto Harry's arms and standing the pair of them up.
Squinting and looking into the distance, Draco could have sworn he had seen a small cluster of houses behind the valley.
"Come on," He breathed, clutching onto Harry's hand. "We need to get help."
They had both pulled their soaking jumpers over their heads, as the storm began to settle down, and the air began to get clear again.
Harry had no idea what made him verbally attack Draco like that. It had just been… instinct. Like someone put a voice over on him.
"I'm sorry," he muttered, an hour after they had started walking.
Draco still had Harry's hand encased in his, he didn't want to lose him. He replied by giving it a gentle squeeze.
"I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have got so mad at you. After all, you were right." He looked at the ground.
"No, Draco – I wasn't. And I have no idea what made me say those things but you have to believe me, I didn't mean any of them, I swear." Harry was now standing in front of Draco, searching his face for acceptance.
"I believe you," Draco whispered, and gingerly placed his hand on the side of Harry's face.
Feeling that charge of fizzy energy again, Draco's head felt warm and light, and his eyes filled up with tears.
"What's wrong?" Harry croaked, feeling his own emotions go into overdrive.
"I don't know – there is something seriously up with this place." He could feel Harry's skin tremble against his touch and quickly moved his hand away, embarrassed.
Harry was shocked and secretly hurt to feel Draco's touch disappear, and walked in closer to the blonde.
"Don't stop" He whispered, and placed his own hand on the pale skin of Draco's neck.
Draco could feel warmth rising up from the pit of his stomach, and it was unlike any sensation he had ever felt before. Closing his eyes, he suddenly felt a melting warmth press against his mouth and before he knew what was happening, he felt the very light but pleasing vibrations of a groan from Harry's mouth.
This was their first ever kiss – their first ever kiss with anyone, and their first kiss together. The first of which they both desired had more to follow.
**hope you liked! New chapter up shortly.**
