Day Walker
Disclaimer: I have no rights to any of the characters, except Damien. (There! I've said it again)
Warning: Some boy-boy fondling and kissing. Flame me, and I'll hunt you down with a blowtorch and flame you back! Don't think I'll do that? Hehe! Try me.
Summary: Two relationships evolving.
~Chapter 4~
~ Fangs~
Already two days later Harry was pulled out of his dreams by Hedwig. She was sitting on his stomach and sort of poking him with one of her talons. When he opened his eyes and looked at her she stuck out her leg so that Harry could remove the little note that was tied to it. With much curiosity and anticipation he unfolded it quickly. The note said:
' Meet me out by the lake tonight about an hour after dinner. I know you want to. I've seen the looks you've been giving me. ~Draco
Harry felt his face turn red. He gave Hedwig a little hug and she flew out of an open window. The he sat up in his four poster and put the note on the pillow. Harry took off his pyjamas and got dressed where he was. Then he folded the note carefully together, tucked it inside his robes and went down for breakfast.
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Harry was the first person in the Great Hall that morning. Not even the teachers had got there yet. He sat down at the far end of the Gryffindor table. He needed to get as far away from the aisle as possible, because he was afraid that if Draco came closer to him than five feet he'd blush, or worse, giggle.
'Oh God! I can't let that happen,' Harry thought and moved another inch further away from the aisle. 'Great!' He looked down and found out that if he moved just a centimetre to the right he'd fall off the bench.
"Not so great," he said to himself and moved back.
"Good morning there, Harry. Up early today?" It was Albus Dumbledore.
"Good morning to you too, sir. Yes, I am. Hedwig woke me up." Harry put his hand inside his robes and let his fingers play with Draco's note.
"Oh. I see. Well, enjoy your breakfast. Here's one of your fellow Gryffindors as well. So long, Harry."
"Bye, Professor," said Harry as Dumbledore left. Harry took the note out and just looked at the neatly folded piece of parchment and put it back into the pocket of his robes.
The sound of footsteps pulled Harry's attention to the end of the table. It was Dean Thomas.
"Hi Harry," Dean said and sat down across the table from Harry.
"Hi."
"I heard some rumours about you and Malfoy from some of the other guys here." Dean took one look at Harry's face and stopped talking.
"Yes Dean... The rumours are true. No need in keeping it from you. Dean?"
"Yes..."
"Can you promise me one thing?"
"Yes," Dean said again.
"Don't tell anyone, not even your friends, what I've told you. We, Draco and I that is, will let everyone know soon enough. I want people to get the confirmation from me or him, not by second-hand information."
"I see what you mean and I respect that. I won't tell anyone. I know what I would have wanted if I were in your shoes." Dean made a zipper movement over his lips and smiled at Harry. "By the way," Dean said, "Damien told me to tell you and Hermione that he's not feeling well and won't be going to classes today. He's already let the teachers know, so don't worry about that."
"OK. Thanks Dean."
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Everyone of Harry's classes that day went by quickly. Hermione pointed out during Herbology that Harry was so happy.
"What is it? I mean, you're almost floating. I would not be surprised if I suddenly saw pink fluffy clouds around you."
"Relax 'Mione. I won't fly away quite yet." Harry made flapping movements with his arms and whistled like a bird.
"Oh stop it!" Hermione laughed. Harry stopped and grinned at her. "Thanks. Just five more minutes now, and we're off to Potions."
Harry's face went pale. 'Oh no! Totally forgot about Potions. I don't think I'll handle being in the same room as HIM for two whole hours!' Harry nearly panicked, but on the outside he tried to stay calm.
"Oh... I'd actually forgotten about that. Shall we try to be early today? I want to sit in the back of the classroom."
"Of course we can. Any reason in particular?"
"Ehh... Well, I might as well tell you now. I'm going to meet Draco out by the lake tonight and until then I would like to not bump into. I think that I'd giggle."
"And we can't allow that to happen now, can we?" She smiled, and said: "I understand. We'll just have to try to keep you from 'bumping into' him then!" Harry just smiled and started to pack his things. "Next stop; Potions."
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Harry and Hermione were both surprised over how well Potions went. Except the fact that Snape took about fifty points from Gryffindor because Harry didn't pay attention. They arrived outside the dungeon first and got good seats in the far corner of the room. When Draco came through the door Harry met his eyes for a brief moment before he sat down at the front row with his back towards Harry. After class Harry left before Draco and they didn't see each other again until dinner.
Damien showed up at dinner. He looked even more pale than usual.
"Hey Damien. Are you feeling better now?" Damien sat down next to Harry. Hermione was sitting further down the table, talking to Ginny.
"Yeah. A bit better at least. I've got my appetite back!" He smiled. "I was so dizzy this morning and quite sick as well, so I decided to stay in bed. Have I missed anything important?"
"Actually, I don't know. My mind's been wandering elsewhere all day."
Damien lent closer to Harry and whispered: "Oh... It's that Malfoy-kid, right?" Harry's face turned completely red.
"H-h-h-how do you know? It's the rumours, isn't it?"
"Forget about the rumours, Harry. Yes, I heard them, but I didn't believe them. Until I saw how you two look at each other."
"Oh, you noticed? Well, obviously. Then you're the second one to know what's happening tonight." Then Harry told him about both the kissing episodes and the note. By some reason he felt he could trust Damien.
"I'd hand it to you, Harry... You're brave. I figured out that you were gay quite early. It was like I could smell it. Probably because I'm gay myself."
"Yeah.. The famous gay-dar. But why do you think I'm brave?"
"Since you're obviously dating Malfoy - What's his first name?"
"Draco."
"Thanks! Since you're obviously dating Draco now, official or not, I guess you're planning on coming out of the closet in a while?"
"I haven't thought of that actually, but I don't think I'll handle the hiding and secrecy for very long. So I guess I just have to come out then!" Harry smiled.
"As I was saying, you are brave!" Damien smiled back and this time Harry caught a glimpse of his teeth. 'What?' Harry thought. 'Fangs? No, I got to be wrong.' When the two boys talked on about everything and nothing Harry tried to get another look, but he couldn't. After about ten minutes Damien said: "Ehh Harry? I think we've forgotten something." He pointed to their plates who both had dinner on them. Cold dinner.
Damien cast a warming spell on their food and they both hurried to finish it, and then Harry went up to the Gryffindor tower. He changed into a green pair of robes that he knew brought out his eyes. Ginny had told him that once. 'Now the hair.' Harry was standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom. First he tried to flatten it. A complete failure, so then he used a hair- gel-spell and just messed it up. 'Damn! It looks like it's supposed to be like that! Cool!' Harry looked at himself in the mirror and actually liked what he saw. 'Hmmm... That's a first!' He grinned at his own reflection. He walked out of the bathroom and over to the window by his bed. At first he saw nothing and no one, but then he saw a shape with silvery hair move towards the lake. In a split second Harry had turned around and ran down the stairs. He managed to control himself and walked through the common room, but as soon as he was out of the portrait hole, he couldn't keep from running. He just kept on running until he got outside.
"Relax now, Harry," he said to himself, "there's no need to go completely off the hook here." He took a deep breath and walked on in a normal pace, and then he saw Draco through the dusky mist over the lake. He was sitting on the ground by a big tree. Draco turned his head and spotted Harry.
"You came! I was starting to worry." He got to his feet and slowly moved in Harry's direction.
"Of course I came. You really thought I'd not? If I hadn't been able to come I would have let you know." By that time the two boys were very close. Harry put his hands on Draco's hips and pulled him even closer. "I wouldn't have stood you up without any reason or without telling you. That's cruel."
"I know that you wouldn't be that mean, but I worried a little anyway."
"I was worried too, you know," said Harry in a low voice, "I was standing in the window waiting for you to go out here. But who cares what we did before we came here. We are here now, together, and I want to get know you better. And I want a kiss," said Harry and stared at a spot just above Draco's head. Draco cradled Harry's face in his hands and gave him a long kiss. Harry felt his knees weaken and a tingly feeling spread in his body. Harry closed his eyes and just enjoyed the kiss. He opened them again when he felt that Draco's lips retreated.
"There! One wish granted, luv. Not a bad wish either, I must add." He laughed. "Now let's sit down." Draco sent Harry a large grin and sat down by the tree again. He patted the ground next to him. "Come on. Don't be shy."
"I'm not shy. I just need to make my feet work again after you paralysed me with that kiss." They both laughed and Harry sat down.
"So. What do you want to know?" Draco's eyes met Harry's.
"I don't know actually. What it's like to be you, I guess. What you think of when you lay awake at night. Your favourite school subject. Stuff like that. Just get to know you. The real you."
"The real me?"
"Yeah. I refuse to believe that the loudmouthed, insulting, cocky and arrogant Slytherin boy we all know is the real Draco Malfoy. Am I right?"
"Well," Draco let out a little laughter, "maybe you're right and maybe you're wrong. You'll get to know when I want you to, but I won't tell you everything at once. Remember that I want to know stuff about you as well, Mr. Potter."
"I think you've already answered my question."
"Huh? When?"
"When you called me 'luv' instead of my given name." Harry put his index finger gently on Draco's nose. "Not exactly evil, was it?"
"I break down and confess." Draco shifted his position so that he was on his knees in front of Harry. "I'm not how I appear to be. It's just a mask. But I don't want to be that person around you. I want to be myself. I am myself around you."
"I know, Draco. I know." Harry lifted his hand and softly caressed Draco's pale chin. Pale grey eyes met fiery green. This time it was Harry's turn to take initiative. He lent into the kneeling boy and kissed first the corner of his eye, then his delicate cheekbone, moved further down his face to his jawbone and at last he reached his lips. Harry let the tip of his tongue touch the other boy's lower lip. Harry separated them with his tongue and let it explore the soft insides of Draco's mouth. Harry got his knees under him and got up on them and pulled Draco into the same position. He felt gently hands stroking and softly scratching his back. The same tingly feeling as he had felt every time Draco touched him was there this time too. Harry put his arms around the blonde and started to stroke him back. He was almost startled when Draco put his hands on his ass and started to massage him slowly.
"Oh please don't stop," he panted when he interrupted the kiss to breathe.
"Don't worry. I won't unless you tell me to," Draco replied before he caught Harry's red and swollen lips in another kiss. Harry didn't hesitate to put his arms around Draco. He felt the blonde's eager hands on his back and shoulder. They travelled to his chest and down his stomach. Harry froze for a split second when he felt a hand on his crotch, but it didn't feel wrong. It felt good. Harry put his hands on Draco's ass and stroked and massaged it softly. As he was doing that the hand on his crotch went down his trousers and fondled him directly. Skin meeting skin. Harry sank into Draco's embrace and moaned against his lips.
The two boys stayed out there until the night had covered the school grounds in a velvet-like bluish black darkness.
"We have to get inside before someone misses us. I remember something about Hermione and a search party the last time we met."
"She knows where I am, and so do Damien, and they are the only ones who could possibly miss me at this hour."
"So you've told them?"
"Yes. Damien had already guessed that I'm gay AND that we like eachother so no need in not telling him. I think he's a great guy as well so."
"You do, do you?" Draco stared at Harry with a jealous look in his eyes.
"Not like that! I think he's handsome, but he can't compare to you, D."
"D? How cute..." All the jealousy had dissappeared. Then Draco did something Harry had thought he'd never do. He blushed.
"I think it suits you. Let's get going. It's getting late." He got up and reached out a hand to help Draco up. They didn't let go of each other's hands until they reached the stairs inside.
"Good night, luv." Draco gave Harry a quick kiss.
"Good night, D. See you at breakfast." They smiled and walked away from each other. Harry, up to the tower, and Draco, down to the dungeons.
Disclaimer: I have no rights to any of the characters, except Damien. (There! I've said it again)
Warning: Some boy-boy fondling and kissing. Flame me, and I'll hunt you down with a blowtorch and flame you back! Don't think I'll do that? Hehe! Try me.
Summary: Two relationships evolving.
~Chapter 4~
~ Fangs~
Already two days later Harry was pulled out of his dreams by Hedwig. She was sitting on his stomach and sort of poking him with one of her talons. When he opened his eyes and looked at her she stuck out her leg so that Harry could remove the little note that was tied to it. With much curiosity and anticipation he unfolded it quickly. The note said:
' Meet me out by the lake tonight about an hour after dinner. I know you want to. I've seen the looks you've been giving me. ~Draco
Harry felt his face turn red. He gave Hedwig a little hug and she flew out of an open window. The he sat up in his four poster and put the note on the pillow. Harry took off his pyjamas and got dressed where he was. Then he folded the note carefully together, tucked it inside his robes and went down for breakfast.
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Harry was the first person in the Great Hall that morning. Not even the teachers had got there yet. He sat down at the far end of the Gryffindor table. He needed to get as far away from the aisle as possible, because he was afraid that if Draco came closer to him than five feet he'd blush, or worse, giggle.
'Oh God! I can't let that happen,' Harry thought and moved another inch further away from the aisle. 'Great!' He looked down and found out that if he moved just a centimetre to the right he'd fall off the bench.
"Not so great," he said to himself and moved back.
"Good morning there, Harry. Up early today?" It was Albus Dumbledore.
"Good morning to you too, sir. Yes, I am. Hedwig woke me up." Harry put his hand inside his robes and let his fingers play with Draco's note.
"Oh. I see. Well, enjoy your breakfast. Here's one of your fellow Gryffindors as well. So long, Harry."
"Bye, Professor," said Harry as Dumbledore left. Harry took the note out and just looked at the neatly folded piece of parchment and put it back into the pocket of his robes.
The sound of footsteps pulled Harry's attention to the end of the table. It was Dean Thomas.
"Hi Harry," Dean said and sat down across the table from Harry.
"Hi."
"I heard some rumours about you and Malfoy from some of the other guys here." Dean took one look at Harry's face and stopped talking.
"Yes Dean... The rumours are true. No need in keeping it from you. Dean?"
"Yes..."
"Can you promise me one thing?"
"Yes," Dean said again.
"Don't tell anyone, not even your friends, what I've told you. We, Draco and I that is, will let everyone know soon enough. I want people to get the confirmation from me or him, not by second-hand information."
"I see what you mean and I respect that. I won't tell anyone. I know what I would have wanted if I were in your shoes." Dean made a zipper movement over his lips and smiled at Harry. "By the way," Dean said, "Damien told me to tell you and Hermione that he's not feeling well and won't be going to classes today. He's already let the teachers know, so don't worry about that."
"OK. Thanks Dean."
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Everyone of Harry's classes that day went by quickly. Hermione pointed out during Herbology that Harry was so happy.
"What is it? I mean, you're almost floating. I would not be surprised if I suddenly saw pink fluffy clouds around you."
"Relax 'Mione. I won't fly away quite yet." Harry made flapping movements with his arms and whistled like a bird.
"Oh stop it!" Hermione laughed. Harry stopped and grinned at her. "Thanks. Just five more minutes now, and we're off to Potions."
Harry's face went pale. 'Oh no! Totally forgot about Potions. I don't think I'll handle being in the same room as HIM for two whole hours!' Harry nearly panicked, but on the outside he tried to stay calm.
"Oh... I'd actually forgotten about that. Shall we try to be early today? I want to sit in the back of the classroom."
"Of course we can. Any reason in particular?"
"Ehh... Well, I might as well tell you now. I'm going to meet Draco out by the lake tonight and until then I would like to not bump into. I think that I'd giggle."
"And we can't allow that to happen now, can we?" She smiled, and said: "I understand. We'll just have to try to keep you from 'bumping into' him then!" Harry just smiled and started to pack his things. "Next stop; Potions."
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Harry and Hermione were both surprised over how well Potions went. Except the fact that Snape took about fifty points from Gryffindor because Harry didn't pay attention. They arrived outside the dungeon first and got good seats in the far corner of the room. When Draco came through the door Harry met his eyes for a brief moment before he sat down at the front row with his back towards Harry. After class Harry left before Draco and they didn't see each other again until dinner.
Damien showed up at dinner. He looked even more pale than usual.
"Hey Damien. Are you feeling better now?" Damien sat down next to Harry. Hermione was sitting further down the table, talking to Ginny.
"Yeah. A bit better at least. I've got my appetite back!" He smiled. "I was so dizzy this morning and quite sick as well, so I decided to stay in bed. Have I missed anything important?"
"Actually, I don't know. My mind's been wandering elsewhere all day."
Damien lent closer to Harry and whispered: "Oh... It's that Malfoy-kid, right?" Harry's face turned completely red.
"H-h-h-how do you know? It's the rumours, isn't it?"
"Forget about the rumours, Harry. Yes, I heard them, but I didn't believe them. Until I saw how you two look at each other."
"Oh, you noticed? Well, obviously. Then you're the second one to know what's happening tonight." Then Harry told him about both the kissing episodes and the note. By some reason he felt he could trust Damien.
"I'd hand it to you, Harry... You're brave. I figured out that you were gay quite early. It was like I could smell it. Probably because I'm gay myself."
"Yeah.. The famous gay-dar. But why do you think I'm brave?"
"Since you're obviously dating Malfoy - What's his first name?"
"Draco."
"Thanks! Since you're obviously dating Draco now, official or not, I guess you're planning on coming out of the closet in a while?"
"I haven't thought of that actually, but I don't think I'll handle the hiding and secrecy for very long. So I guess I just have to come out then!" Harry smiled.
"As I was saying, you are brave!" Damien smiled back and this time Harry caught a glimpse of his teeth. 'What?' Harry thought. 'Fangs? No, I got to be wrong.' When the two boys talked on about everything and nothing Harry tried to get another look, but he couldn't. After about ten minutes Damien said: "Ehh Harry? I think we've forgotten something." He pointed to their plates who both had dinner on them. Cold dinner.
Damien cast a warming spell on their food and they both hurried to finish it, and then Harry went up to the Gryffindor tower. He changed into a green pair of robes that he knew brought out his eyes. Ginny had told him that once. 'Now the hair.' Harry was standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom. First he tried to flatten it. A complete failure, so then he used a hair- gel-spell and just messed it up. 'Damn! It looks like it's supposed to be like that! Cool!' Harry looked at himself in the mirror and actually liked what he saw. 'Hmmm... That's a first!' He grinned at his own reflection. He walked out of the bathroom and over to the window by his bed. At first he saw nothing and no one, but then he saw a shape with silvery hair move towards the lake. In a split second Harry had turned around and ran down the stairs. He managed to control himself and walked through the common room, but as soon as he was out of the portrait hole, he couldn't keep from running. He just kept on running until he got outside.
"Relax now, Harry," he said to himself, "there's no need to go completely off the hook here." He took a deep breath and walked on in a normal pace, and then he saw Draco through the dusky mist over the lake. He was sitting on the ground by a big tree. Draco turned his head and spotted Harry.
"You came! I was starting to worry." He got to his feet and slowly moved in Harry's direction.
"Of course I came. You really thought I'd not? If I hadn't been able to come I would have let you know." By that time the two boys were very close. Harry put his hands on Draco's hips and pulled him even closer. "I wouldn't have stood you up without any reason or without telling you. That's cruel."
"I know that you wouldn't be that mean, but I worried a little anyway."
"I was worried too, you know," said Harry in a low voice, "I was standing in the window waiting for you to go out here. But who cares what we did before we came here. We are here now, together, and I want to get know you better. And I want a kiss," said Harry and stared at a spot just above Draco's head. Draco cradled Harry's face in his hands and gave him a long kiss. Harry felt his knees weaken and a tingly feeling spread in his body. Harry closed his eyes and just enjoyed the kiss. He opened them again when he felt that Draco's lips retreated.
"There! One wish granted, luv. Not a bad wish either, I must add." He laughed. "Now let's sit down." Draco sent Harry a large grin and sat down by the tree again. He patted the ground next to him. "Come on. Don't be shy."
"I'm not shy. I just need to make my feet work again after you paralysed me with that kiss." They both laughed and Harry sat down.
"So. What do you want to know?" Draco's eyes met Harry's.
"I don't know actually. What it's like to be you, I guess. What you think of when you lay awake at night. Your favourite school subject. Stuff like that. Just get to know you. The real you."
"The real me?"
"Yeah. I refuse to believe that the loudmouthed, insulting, cocky and arrogant Slytherin boy we all know is the real Draco Malfoy. Am I right?"
"Well," Draco let out a little laughter, "maybe you're right and maybe you're wrong. You'll get to know when I want you to, but I won't tell you everything at once. Remember that I want to know stuff about you as well, Mr. Potter."
"I think you've already answered my question."
"Huh? When?"
"When you called me 'luv' instead of my given name." Harry put his index finger gently on Draco's nose. "Not exactly evil, was it?"
"I break down and confess." Draco shifted his position so that he was on his knees in front of Harry. "I'm not how I appear to be. It's just a mask. But I don't want to be that person around you. I want to be myself. I am myself around you."
"I know, Draco. I know." Harry lifted his hand and softly caressed Draco's pale chin. Pale grey eyes met fiery green. This time it was Harry's turn to take initiative. He lent into the kneeling boy and kissed first the corner of his eye, then his delicate cheekbone, moved further down his face to his jawbone and at last he reached his lips. Harry let the tip of his tongue touch the other boy's lower lip. Harry separated them with his tongue and let it explore the soft insides of Draco's mouth. Harry got his knees under him and got up on them and pulled Draco into the same position. He felt gently hands stroking and softly scratching his back. The same tingly feeling as he had felt every time Draco touched him was there this time too. Harry put his arms around the blonde and started to stroke him back. He was almost startled when Draco put his hands on his ass and started to massage him slowly.
"Oh please don't stop," he panted when he interrupted the kiss to breathe.
"Don't worry. I won't unless you tell me to," Draco replied before he caught Harry's red and swollen lips in another kiss. Harry didn't hesitate to put his arms around Draco. He felt the blonde's eager hands on his back and shoulder. They travelled to his chest and down his stomach. Harry froze for a split second when he felt a hand on his crotch, but it didn't feel wrong. It felt good. Harry put his hands on Draco's ass and stroked and massaged it softly. As he was doing that the hand on his crotch went down his trousers and fondled him directly. Skin meeting skin. Harry sank into Draco's embrace and moaned against his lips.
The two boys stayed out there until the night had covered the school grounds in a velvet-like bluish black darkness.
"We have to get inside before someone misses us. I remember something about Hermione and a search party the last time we met."
"She knows where I am, and so do Damien, and they are the only ones who could possibly miss me at this hour."
"So you've told them?"
"Yes. Damien had already guessed that I'm gay AND that we like eachother so no need in not telling him. I think he's a great guy as well so."
"You do, do you?" Draco stared at Harry with a jealous look in his eyes.
"Not like that! I think he's handsome, but he can't compare to you, D."
"D? How cute..." All the jealousy had dissappeared. Then Draco did something Harry had thought he'd never do. He blushed.
"I think it suits you. Let's get going. It's getting late." He got up and reached out a hand to help Draco up. They didn't let go of each other's hands until they reached the stairs inside.
"Good night, luv." Draco gave Harry a quick kiss.
"Good night, D. See you at breakfast." They smiled and walked away from each other. Harry, up to the tower, and Draco, down to the dungeons.