Day Walker
Disclaimer: Only Damien is mine, but none of the others. *Sigh*
Warning: Some light boy-boy action. Again, you're warned so...
Summary: Harry and Draco got busted.
~Chapter 3~
~Bubble Silencio~
Draco arrived at breakfast shortly after Harry with his head bent, looking at the floor. Harry followed his with his eyes all the way from the entrance to the Great Hall over to the Slytherin table.
"Who's put the Submissive Spell on Malfoy?" Damien put his arm halfway around Harry's shoulders. Harry tried to force a little smile, but then Draco raised his head. Harry drew his breath quickly. Draco had a black eye! At that time Damien was too busy with cutting up his toast in equal sized pieces.
Harry looked over at Draco again and their eyes met. Harry almost saw sparks fly between them.
"Harry? Harry? Excuse me, but which planet are you on today?" Hermione waved one hand in front of his face. He tore his eyes away from the blond boy and looked at her.
"Sorry 'Mione. Just drifted away for a moment there." He smiled at her.
"How are you feeling, Harry?" She had a look of concern on her face.
"I'm actually feeling better. Of course I'm sad, I've just lost one of my best friends. But I did some thinking last night and found out that life is too short to dwell on what's in the past and embrace the presence and be honest with your friends. So Hermione, I have to tell you something."
"Ok." The concern had been replaced by anxiousness.
"I'm gay," Harry whispered to her, "I'm gay and I've got a huge crush on Draco Malfoy and he's given me the impression that he likes me too." Hermione took a deep breath.
"I can handle the gay-thing, but Malfoy? I can see why you like him. He is quite a hottie, but why, no offense Harry, why do you think he likes you?" Her voice was but a whisper.
"Because," Harry hesitated and lowered his voice even more, "he kissed me last night."
"Oh..."
"Yes. It surprised me too. He came to me a while after you left the dinner table and the Hall was empty. He apologized for everything he's done over the years and..." Harry told her the entire story. Quietly that was.
"Well," Hermione and ran her fingers throught her wild hair, "there's not much doubt then, is there?"
"No. Not really." Harry smiled. "Thank you for understanding, 'Mione." Harry took her hand under the table and squeezed it before he poured himself a goblet of pumpkin juice and got some eggs.
"Guys?," Damien had finished his symmetrical toast. "Have you seen the way Malfoy looks today?" He didn't wait for an answer. "He's got a nasty bruise on his left cheek. A little cut there as well, I think. Hope it wont scar. He is cute." A loud cough erupted from Hermione as she, like Harry, choked on her breakfast, but none of them commented.
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When Harry came out of the boys' bathroom around 5pm the same day, someone took a hold of his robes and pulled him into a deserted corridor. It was Draco.
"Bubbles Silencio!" Draco had cast a soundproof bubble around himself and Harry. "Finally! I've been following you around all day!"
"You have?" Harry smiled and blushed slightly.
"Yes... I want to talk to you, bu t you're never alone. What are they anyway? Your shadows?" He looked abit exhausted.
"You have a point there. Before you say anything I want to know a little something. What happened to your face?"
"That was exactly what I wanted to talk to you about. Someone obviously saw us last night and told Crabbe and Goyle. Of course then they came to me and told me that an untrue rumor about me is going around school. I tell them that they're wrong, that the rumor is true and then one of them punched me." Draco paused to breathe. "They said that they were going to tell my father so that he would punish me. But I know that he wont do that. He'll just exclude me from the family, and believe me, that is no punishment." He smiled shortly.
"I'm so sorry." Harry lifted his hand to Draco's face and gently traced the edges of the bruise with his fingertips.
"It's not your fault, luv. I kissed you, not the other way around."
"I know, but I just hate the fact that you got hurt because of me." Harry looked at his feet and kicked an imaginary pebble across the corridor.
"Harry... Don't feel any guilt or regret because of me. I wanted to kiss you, so I went for it. The question is, what do you want? Do you regret not pushing me away?" Suddenly Draco looked distant and maybe a bit sad. As though he was preparing himself or a let-down.
"I don't regret anything. I've been wanting to kiss you since the middle of last semester. And what I want? I want you..." Harry looked the other boy straight in the eye when he said it and was quite impressed by his own courage.
"You have? You do?" He was nearly stuttering. Now it was Draco's turn to blush. Harry grinned at him.
"Yes and yes. But I've got to go now. Told 'Mione that I would be right up so if I don't get back up to the tower she'll might send a search party out looking for me." Harry smiled at the thought. "She worries so easily these days."
"I understand." Draco looked around to see if anyone was coming, then he pushed Harry softly against the wall and gave him a short yet sensual kiss before he reversed the silence spell.
"I want to see more of you, Draco. Can I?" He kept his voice low now that everyone who might be around could hear him.
"Of course you can. I'll be in touch." Harry leant in and gave the silvery haired boy a small kiss on the forehead before they went their seperate ways to avoid attention.
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That night Harry couldn't sleep again. Like so many nights before Draco filled his head to the brim. He was processing the conversation they had had earlier. 'Draco called me 'luv',' he thought. He was happy, but someone was happier than him. A slender, pale haired boy were also laying awake in his bed that night, thinking about 'his Harry'.
Author's note:
Just want to say thank you to Katie, my beta and to wish my best friend Moondragon good luck with her new relationship to God (don't ask)!
Disclaimer: Only Damien is mine, but none of the others. *Sigh*
Warning: Some light boy-boy action. Again, you're warned so...
Summary: Harry and Draco got busted.
~Chapter 3~
~Bubble Silencio~
Draco arrived at breakfast shortly after Harry with his head bent, looking at the floor. Harry followed his with his eyes all the way from the entrance to the Great Hall over to the Slytherin table.
"Who's put the Submissive Spell on Malfoy?" Damien put his arm halfway around Harry's shoulders. Harry tried to force a little smile, but then Draco raised his head. Harry drew his breath quickly. Draco had a black eye! At that time Damien was too busy with cutting up his toast in equal sized pieces.
Harry looked over at Draco again and their eyes met. Harry almost saw sparks fly between them.
"Harry? Harry? Excuse me, but which planet are you on today?" Hermione waved one hand in front of his face. He tore his eyes away from the blond boy and looked at her.
"Sorry 'Mione. Just drifted away for a moment there." He smiled at her.
"How are you feeling, Harry?" She had a look of concern on her face.
"I'm actually feeling better. Of course I'm sad, I've just lost one of my best friends. But I did some thinking last night and found out that life is too short to dwell on what's in the past and embrace the presence and be honest with your friends. So Hermione, I have to tell you something."
"Ok." The concern had been replaced by anxiousness.
"I'm gay," Harry whispered to her, "I'm gay and I've got a huge crush on Draco Malfoy and he's given me the impression that he likes me too." Hermione took a deep breath.
"I can handle the gay-thing, but Malfoy? I can see why you like him. He is quite a hottie, but why, no offense Harry, why do you think he likes you?" Her voice was but a whisper.
"Because," Harry hesitated and lowered his voice even more, "he kissed me last night."
"Oh..."
"Yes. It surprised me too. He came to me a while after you left the dinner table and the Hall was empty. He apologized for everything he's done over the years and..." Harry told her the entire story. Quietly that was.
"Well," Hermione and ran her fingers throught her wild hair, "there's not much doubt then, is there?"
"No. Not really." Harry smiled. "Thank you for understanding, 'Mione." Harry took her hand under the table and squeezed it before he poured himself a goblet of pumpkin juice and got some eggs.
"Guys?," Damien had finished his symmetrical toast. "Have you seen the way Malfoy looks today?" He didn't wait for an answer. "He's got a nasty bruise on his left cheek. A little cut there as well, I think. Hope it wont scar. He is cute." A loud cough erupted from Hermione as she, like Harry, choked on her breakfast, but none of them commented.
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When Harry came out of the boys' bathroom around 5pm the same day, someone took a hold of his robes and pulled him into a deserted corridor. It was Draco.
"Bubbles Silencio!" Draco had cast a soundproof bubble around himself and Harry. "Finally! I've been following you around all day!"
"You have?" Harry smiled and blushed slightly.
"Yes... I want to talk to you, bu t you're never alone. What are they anyway? Your shadows?" He looked abit exhausted.
"You have a point there. Before you say anything I want to know a little something. What happened to your face?"
"That was exactly what I wanted to talk to you about. Someone obviously saw us last night and told Crabbe and Goyle. Of course then they came to me and told me that an untrue rumor about me is going around school. I tell them that they're wrong, that the rumor is true and then one of them punched me." Draco paused to breathe. "They said that they were going to tell my father so that he would punish me. But I know that he wont do that. He'll just exclude me from the family, and believe me, that is no punishment." He smiled shortly.
"I'm so sorry." Harry lifted his hand to Draco's face and gently traced the edges of the bruise with his fingertips.
"It's not your fault, luv. I kissed you, not the other way around."
"I know, but I just hate the fact that you got hurt because of me." Harry looked at his feet and kicked an imaginary pebble across the corridor.
"Harry... Don't feel any guilt or regret because of me. I wanted to kiss you, so I went for it. The question is, what do you want? Do you regret not pushing me away?" Suddenly Draco looked distant and maybe a bit sad. As though he was preparing himself or a let-down.
"I don't regret anything. I've been wanting to kiss you since the middle of last semester. And what I want? I want you..." Harry looked the other boy straight in the eye when he said it and was quite impressed by his own courage.
"You have? You do?" He was nearly stuttering. Now it was Draco's turn to blush. Harry grinned at him.
"Yes and yes. But I've got to go now. Told 'Mione that I would be right up so if I don't get back up to the tower she'll might send a search party out looking for me." Harry smiled at the thought. "She worries so easily these days."
"I understand." Draco looked around to see if anyone was coming, then he pushed Harry softly against the wall and gave him a short yet sensual kiss before he reversed the silence spell.
"I want to see more of you, Draco. Can I?" He kept his voice low now that everyone who might be around could hear him.
"Of course you can. I'll be in touch." Harry leant in and gave the silvery haired boy a small kiss on the forehead before they went their seperate ways to avoid attention.
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That night Harry couldn't sleep again. Like so many nights before Draco filled his head to the brim. He was processing the conversation they had had earlier. 'Draco called me 'luv',' he thought. He was happy, but someone was happier than him. A slender, pale haired boy were also laying awake in his bed that night, thinking about 'his Harry'.
Author's note:
Just want to say thank you to Katie, my beta and to wish my best friend Moondragon good luck with her new relationship to God (don't ask)!