Day Walker
Disclaimer: Not mine. Only Damien is my doing.
Summary: The 'first' date.
Warning: Boy-boy action...
~Chapter 6~
~ Dance With Me~
The night before Halloween Harry spent in his dormitory. He and Damien were trying to find out what Harry was going to wear to the ball. Draco and Harry had decided that they shouldn't meet that day because both of them were so nervous that they feared that if they got the chance to talk about it they'd back out, and they both wanted it so bad. They really couldn't risk it. So they stayed apart.
"Damien? Can you come out here for a second?" Harry was more or less standing on his head in his trunk. Damien was in the bathroom. He had just finished showering.
"What's the matter, Harry?"
"Which one looks the best? This one, or..." Harry lifted his head and saw Damien. He was wearing only a pair of tight-sitting, black muggle trousers. His hair was still wet and let small drops of water run down his pale muscular chest and down his abs until they were soaked by the fabric of his trousers.
"What were you saying, Harry?" said Damien with a smile.
"Erm...?" Harry forgot it for a split second. "Oh! Yes. I was just wondering which robes would look the best on me." He help up two black robes.
"I think I would go for the black one... No, wait. I've changed my mind. Take the black one instead." Damien laughed. "You're getting paranoid Harry. Draco won't care about what you wear. I actually think he'd like you the best if you wear nothing tomorrow night." He laughed again. "Calm down. It'll be fine. Just choose something you're comfortable wearing." Damien patted Harry's head as if he were a puppy.
"I guess you're right. I'll take the black robes then," he said and grinned, "and could you please do me a favour?"
"What?"
"Put a t-shirt or something on. You're distracing me..." Harry waved his hand in Damien's direction.
"Oh! I'm sorry." Damien blushed and rushed off to put something on. "I forgot it, Harry..." he yelled from the bathroom. "I usually walk around like that for a while after a shower." He came back out, wearing a black t- shirt. It was almost as revealing as if it wasn't there, but not showing as much skin.
"Thank you. It helped. A bit at least." Harry laughed as he passed Damien on his way to the bathroom.
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The Halloween Ball was a bit different that year. The prefects had asked Dumbledore if the fifth-, sixth- and seventh year students cuold have a dance after the Halloween feast. He liked the idea, so that year Hogwarts held it's first annual Halloween Dance. Dumbledore even volunteered to bewitch some carved pumpkins to form the band.
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A little spotted owl landed on Harry's shoulder when he was walking across the school grounds later that day. It carried a small envelope with Draco's handwriting on it. Harry smiled and opened it. It was more a short letter than a message.
"I know that we weren't supposed to have any contact before the Ball, but I have an idea. And I just had to..."
Harry stopped walking and just read when he nearly collided with a tree. 'Hmmm...' Harry thought when he had finished the letter, 'that was a good idea. Why not come out on the dance floor?' He sat down on the ground, took out a quill and some parchment and answered his boyfriend. The little owl was still perched patiently on his shoulder.
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Harry arrived the Great Hall with Damien, Hermione and a whole lot of nerves. His hands were shaking like autumn leaves in the wind. Or worse.
"I'm seriously going mental here. I mean profanely insane. Just look!" Harry held out his hands for them to see.
"Oh Harry," Hermione laughed, "you're not going, as you put it 'profanely insane'. You're just nervous. Just like you've been for days now."
"But not for long, my dear Potter," said Damien with a hint of laughter and Sherlock Holmes in his voice, "within two hours the worst part will be over. You can always handle the cruelty and teasing afterwards. Sticks and stones you know. It's the coming out part that's difficult, but you're strong, Harry. You'll manage." He stopped talking when the food appeared on the plates in front of them. "Enjoy the feast and look forward to being with him. From the looks of it, you're not the only one who's nervous." Damien nodded in the Slytherin table's general direction. Harry turned his head to see, and there, in the middle of his view, was Draco. He was even paler than usual. His eyes lit up when he noticed Harry looking at him and allowed himself a shy smile. Then he turned his attention back to his food. The four of them ate in silence.
When all the students had finished eating Professor Dumbledore got up and cleared his throat.
"Ah... We're gathered here once again. To our first years; Welcome to your first Halloween Ball." The first years, who had been so nervous and quiet earlier that year, all cheered. Dumbledore's eyes twinkled as he smiled at the young students. He continued. "Since our oldest students are having a dance tonight Professor McGonagall and myself have cooked together a little surprise for the younger ones. We have cast a warming spell on almost all of the schools grounds and are throwing a beachparty by the lake." The stundents applauded. "Swimming will be possible. To you who are a bit scared of the giant squid, I can tell you that he is sleeping tonight after Professor Snape gave him a large dose of sleeping potion disguised as a large fish." Dumbledore laughed again and everyone, even Snape, laughed with him. He snapped his fingers and all the food and left-overs vanished. "Now that we've all finished our meal, the first to fourth years may go to their dormitories to change into swimsuits or something a bit lighter before joining most of the faculty outside. The rest of you just stay here. The band will be on in a minute." He and the rest of the teachers got up from their seats and down off the podium. When they were all off it, Dumbledore turned around and levitated the chairs and tables to the wall so that the podium could act as a stage for the night. Then the most of the teachers left the Great Hall, but Professor Snape, Professor Flitwick and Madame Hooch stayed as chaperones.
Harry turned his head to look at Draco again and grinned quickly at him as the pumpkin band entered the stage. The band started up with a fast song. Draco caught Harry's attention and shook his head. They silently agreed to wait until the band played a slow song. Their eye contact was broken when Ginny came and asked Harry to dance. He said yes and went onto the dance floor with her.
The pumpkins just kept on playing one fast song after the other. Harry began to think that they were torturing him, but after four dances with Ginny, one with Hermione and a little breake the music changed. Harry looked around and located Draco, who was standing alone at the end of the Slytherin table. Harry walked over to him. The few seconds it took Harry to cross the floor seemed like forever to him, but at last he had reached his goal. His own green gaze fused together with Draco's grey.
"Dance with me." Harry reached out his hand for Draco to take.
"Yes." Draco nodded and took the hand that was offered him. Then they walked out onto the dancefloor together. None of them even noticed the stares they got from the other students. They stopped in the middle of the floor and faced each other. Draco put his arms around Harry's waist and Harry placed his arms gently around the blonde's neck. Their bodies started swaying to the music. Draco pulled his boyfriend closer and kissed him on the side of the neck. They danced closely while most of the other students stared at them with shock written all over their faces.
"When the song ends we'll just leave... I'll kiss you and then we'll leave," Draco whispered in Harry's ear.
"Ok," Harry replied, "I want to be alone with you."
They both closed their eyes and just enjoyed the others presence for about a minute before the music stopped. Harry opened his eyes and saw Draco lean towards him. His eyes were still closed and his lips slightly parted. Harry tilted his head a tiny inch to the left the moment before their lips met. They gripped each other tighter as the kiss grew deeper and more passionate. Harry drew unwillingly away.
"Come on. Let's get out of here." He let go of Draco and looked around. For the first time since he took Draco's hand five minutes ago, he noticed the rest of the students. Some looked shocked, some looked disgusted and some even looked happy. Harry couldn't stand being in the centre of everone's attention like that. He grabbed the slender boy's hand again and started to move. "I got to get out of here."
"Me too." Draco looked at Harry and whispered; "Let's go up to one of the towers. No one's up there now." They both started to run.
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Only ten minutes later the two boys were lying side by side on the floor in the highest room of the north tower. They were both crooked from laughing.
"Did you see Pansy's face? I was sure she was going to faint." Draco screwed his face up to a look of total shock and disbelief.
"I know," said Harry between the giggle attacks, "but did you see Ginny? She looked seriously heartbroken."
"I saw her. I felt really sorry for her. I understand her. She has had a major crush on you for years now." Draco shifted onto his back. "I know how I would have felt if a guy I had a crush on turned out to be gay. No wait! I would have liked that! Well, you know what I mean."
"Yeah, I know, D." Harry was on his side supporting the weight of his upper body on one elbow. "I don't know how it feels to be let down in that way, but I bloody well know how it feels when it goes my way." He leaned down and kissed Drao's pale forehead.
"Is that all I get?" said Draco with a hurt, yet tempting look on his face. He even pouted a bit to get the wanted effect. Harry didn't answer. He just leaned down again, close enough to lick the other boy's lips to wet them and kissed him softly. Draco put his arms around the dark haired boy and pulled him down so that Harry was lying on top of him. Their hands were all over the other's body. Draco opened Harry's robes, removed the t-shirt he wore underneath it and began to caress his bare skin.
'I can't believe he's actually doing this,' Harry thought, 'I've been wanting to for ages.' He gave in to the desire to undress Draco and within a couple of minutes they were both naked. Harry stroked his hands over his boyfriend's hair while his back was being rubbed and scratched by slender hands. When Draco's exploring hands reached his butt and massaged and pinched it gently, Harry thrust against his stomach.
"Mmmm... Don't stop, D," panted Harry and slid himself a little higher up the other boy's body. Draco smiled and kissed his boyfriend on the neck. Harry moaned and thrust down again. The Slytherin boy shifted a bit under his lover to let him know how hard he was and that he wanted him. The evidence of Harry's own lust was already throbbing between them.
"I need you, Harry," Draco moaned as he let one finger glide into Harry, who let out a tiny, choked howl.
"Oh... Oh D!" Harry clasped the other boy tightly, Draco's finger still in him.
"I can make it so much better, luv," said Draco in a low, seductive voice, "but you'll have to let me go." He withdrew his finger carefully before his boyfriend let go and got off him. They never let completly go of each other. The blonde got up on his knees and took a hold around his lover's shoulders and kissed him again. Hard, but at the same time soft.
"On all four, Harry. In front of me." Harry got an unsure look on his face, but Draco soothed him. "I promise you it won't hurt, luv. You just have to relax." He planted a kiss on Harry's forehead.
"I trust you, D," Harry said when he turned around and got down on all four.
"Relax now, luv," said the pale boy from behind. Harry relaxed all his muscles. "There you go. Nice..." Draco pushed his cock against Harry's ass for a second before he let it slide all the way in.
Harry let out another little howl. From pleasure, not pain. Draco began to move in him.
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An hour later, the bodies of two teenage wizards were tangled together, covered in sweat. The room smelled of released desire. The blond Slytherin had his head on the dark haired Gryffindor's chest. They were so different, yet so much alike. They belonged together. They loved each other. Both knew, but none dared to say.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Only Damien is my doing.
Summary: The 'first' date.
Warning: Boy-boy action...
~Chapter 6~
~ Dance With Me~
The night before Halloween Harry spent in his dormitory. He and Damien were trying to find out what Harry was going to wear to the ball. Draco and Harry had decided that they shouldn't meet that day because both of them were so nervous that they feared that if they got the chance to talk about it they'd back out, and they both wanted it so bad. They really couldn't risk it. So they stayed apart.
"Damien? Can you come out here for a second?" Harry was more or less standing on his head in his trunk. Damien was in the bathroom. He had just finished showering.
"What's the matter, Harry?"
"Which one looks the best? This one, or..." Harry lifted his head and saw Damien. He was wearing only a pair of tight-sitting, black muggle trousers. His hair was still wet and let small drops of water run down his pale muscular chest and down his abs until they were soaked by the fabric of his trousers.
"What were you saying, Harry?" said Damien with a smile.
"Erm...?" Harry forgot it for a split second. "Oh! Yes. I was just wondering which robes would look the best on me." He help up two black robes.
"I think I would go for the black one... No, wait. I've changed my mind. Take the black one instead." Damien laughed. "You're getting paranoid Harry. Draco won't care about what you wear. I actually think he'd like you the best if you wear nothing tomorrow night." He laughed again. "Calm down. It'll be fine. Just choose something you're comfortable wearing." Damien patted Harry's head as if he were a puppy.
"I guess you're right. I'll take the black robes then," he said and grinned, "and could you please do me a favour?"
"What?"
"Put a t-shirt or something on. You're distracing me..." Harry waved his hand in Damien's direction.
"Oh! I'm sorry." Damien blushed and rushed off to put something on. "I forgot it, Harry..." he yelled from the bathroom. "I usually walk around like that for a while after a shower." He came back out, wearing a black t- shirt. It was almost as revealing as if it wasn't there, but not showing as much skin.
"Thank you. It helped. A bit at least." Harry laughed as he passed Damien on his way to the bathroom.
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The Halloween Ball was a bit different that year. The prefects had asked Dumbledore if the fifth-, sixth- and seventh year students cuold have a dance after the Halloween feast. He liked the idea, so that year Hogwarts held it's first annual Halloween Dance. Dumbledore even volunteered to bewitch some carved pumpkins to form the band.
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A little spotted owl landed on Harry's shoulder when he was walking across the school grounds later that day. It carried a small envelope with Draco's handwriting on it. Harry smiled and opened it. It was more a short letter than a message.
"I know that we weren't supposed to have any contact before the Ball, but I have an idea. And I just had to..."
Harry stopped walking and just read when he nearly collided with a tree. 'Hmmm...' Harry thought when he had finished the letter, 'that was a good idea. Why not come out on the dance floor?' He sat down on the ground, took out a quill and some parchment and answered his boyfriend. The little owl was still perched patiently on his shoulder.
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Harry arrived the Great Hall with Damien, Hermione and a whole lot of nerves. His hands were shaking like autumn leaves in the wind. Or worse.
"I'm seriously going mental here. I mean profanely insane. Just look!" Harry held out his hands for them to see.
"Oh Harry," Hermione laughed, "you're not going, as you put it 'profanely insane'. You're just nervous. Just like you've been for days now."
"But not for long, my dear Potter," said Damien with a hint of laughter and Sherlock Holmes in his voice, "within two hours the worst part will be over. You can always handle the cruelty and teasing afterwards. Sticks and stones you know. It's the coming out part that's difficult, but you're strong, Harry. You'll manage." He stopped talking when the food appeared on the plates in front of them. "Enjoy the feast and look forward to being with him. From the looks of it, you're not the only one who's nervous." Damien nodded in the Slytherin table's general direction. Harry turned his head to see, and there, in the middle of his view, was Draco. He was even paler than usual. His eyes lit up when he noticed Harry looking at him and allowed himself a shy smile. Then he turned his attention back to his food. The four of them ate in silence.
When all the students had finished eating Professor Dumbledore got up and cleared his throat.
"Ah... We're gathered here once again. To our first years; Welcome to your first Halloween Ball." The first years, who had been so nervous and quiet earlier that year, all cheered. Dumbledore's eyes twinkled as he smiled at the young students. He continued. "Since our oldest students are having a dance tonight Professor McGonagall and myself have cooked together a little surprise for the younger ones. We have cast a warming spell on almost all of the schools grounds and are throwing a beachparty by the lake." The stundents applauded. "Swimming will be possible. To you who are a bit scared of the giant squid, I can tell you that he is sleeping tonight after Professor Snape gave him a large dose of sleeping potion disguised as a large fish." Dumbledore laughed again and everyone, even Snape, laughed with him. He snapped his fingers and all the food and left-overs vanished. "Now that we've all finished our meal, the first to fourth years may go to their dormitories to change into swimsuits or something a bit lighter before joining most of the faculty outside. The rest of you just stay here. The band will be on in a minute." He and the rest of the teachers got up from their seats and down off the podium. When they were all off it, Dumbledore turned around and levitated the chairs and tables to the wall so that the podium could act as a stage for the night. Then the most of the teachers left the Great Hall, but Professor Snape, Professor Flitwick and Madame Hooch stayed as chaperones.
Harry turned his head to look at Draco again and grinned quickly at him as the pumpkin band entered the stage. The band started up with a fast song. Draco caught Harry's attention and shook his head. They silently agreed to wait until the band played a slow song. Their eye contact was broken when Ginny came and asked Harry to dance. He said yes and went onto the dance floor with her.
The pumpkins just kept on playing one fast song after the other. Harry began to think that they were torturing him, but after four dances with Ginny, one with Hermione and a little breake the music changed. Harry looked around and located Draco, who was standing alone at the end of the Slytherin table. Harry walked over to him. The few seconds it took Harry to cross the floor seemed like forever to him, but at last he had reached his goal. His own green gaze fused together with Draco's grey.
"Dance with me." Harry reached out his hand for Draco to take.
"Yes." Draco nodded and took the hand that was offered him. Then they walked out onto the dancefloor together. None of them even noticed the stares they got from the other students. They stopped in the middle of the floor and faced each other. Draco put his arms around Harry's waist and Harry placed his arms gently around the blonde's neck. Their bodies started swaying to the music. Draco pulled his boyfriend closer and kissed him on the side of the neck. They danced closely while most of the other students stared at them with shock written all over their faces.
"When the song ends we'll just leave... I'll kiss you and then we'll leave," Draco whispered in Harry's ear.
"Ok," Harry replied, "I want to be alone with you."
They both closed their eyes and just enjoyed the others presence for about a minute before the music stopped. Harry opened his eyes and saw Draco lean towards him. His eyes were still closed and his lips slightly parted. Harry tilted his head a tiny inch to the left the moment before their lips met. They gripped each other tighter as the kiss grew deeper and more passionate. Harry drew unwillingly away.
"Come on. Let's get out of here." He let go of Draco and looked around. For the first time since he took Draco's hand five minutes ago, he noticed the rest of the students. Some looked shocked, some looked disgusted and some even looked happy. Harry couldn't stand being in the centre of everone's attention like that. He grabbed the slender boy's hand again and started to move. "I got to get out of here."
"Me too." Draco looked at Harry and whispered; "Let's go up to one of the towers. No one's up there now." They both started to run.
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Only ten minutes later the two boys were lying side by side on the floor in the highest room of the north tower. They were both crooked from laughing.
"Did you see Pansy's face? I was sure she was going to faint." Draco screwed his face up to a look of total shock and disbelief.
"I know," said Harry between the giggle attacks, "but did you see Ginny? She looked seriously heartbroken."
"I saw her. I felt really sorry for her. I understand her. She has had a major crush on you for years now." Draco shifted onto his back. "I know how I would have felt if a guy I had a crush on turned out to be gay. No wait! I would have liked that! Well, you know what I mean."
"Yeah, I know, D." Harry was on his side supporting the weight of his upper body on one elbow. "I don't know how it feels to be let down in that way, but I bloody well know how it feels when it goes my way." He leaned down and kissed Drao's pale forehead.
"Is that all I get?" said Draco with a hurt, yet tempting look on his face. He even pouted a bit to get the wanted effect. Harry didn't answer. He just leaned down again, close enough to lick the other boy's lips to wet them and kissed him softly. Draco put his arms around the dark haired boy and pulled him down so that Harry was lying on top of him. Their hands were all over the other's body. Draco opened Harry's robes, removed the t-shirt he wore underneath it and began to caress his bare skin.
'I can't believe he's actually doing this,' Harry thought, 'I've been wanting to for ages.' He gave in to the desire to undress Draco and within a couple of minutes they were both naked. Harry stroked his hands over his boyfriend's hair while his back was being rubbed and scratched by slender hands. When Draco's exploring hands reached his butt and massaged and pinched it gently, Harry thrust against his stomach.
"Mmmm... Don't stop, D," panted Harry and slid himself a little higher up the other boy's body. Draco smiled and kissed his boyfriend on the neck. Harry moaned and thrust down again. The Slytherin boy shifted a bit under his lover to let him know how hard he was and that he wanted him. The evidence of Harry's own lust was already throbbing between them.
"I need you, Harry," Draco moaned as he let one finger glide into Harry, who let out a tiny, choked howl.
"Oh... Oh D!" Harry clasped the other boy tightly, Draco's finger still in him.
"I can make it so much better, luv," said Draco in a low, seductive voice, "but you'll have to let me go." He withdrew his finger carefully before his boyfriend let go and got off him. They never let completly go of each other. The blonde got up on his knees and took a hold around his lover's shoulders and kissed him again. Hard, but at the same time soft.
"On all four, Harry. In front of me." Harry got an unsure look on his face, but Draco soothed him. "I promise you it won't hurt, luv. You just have to relax." He planted a kiss on Harry's forehead.
"I trust you, D," Harry said when he turned around and got down on all four.
"Relax now, luv," said the pale boy from behind. Harry relaxed all his muscles. "There you go. Nice..." Draco pushed his cock against Harry's ass for a second before he let it slide all the way in.
Harry let out another little howl. From pleasure, not pain. Draco began to move in him.
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An hour later, the bodies of two teenage wizards were tangled together, covered in sweat. The room smelled of released desire. The blond Slytherin had his head on the dark haired Gryffindor's chest. They were so different, yet so much alike. They belonged together. They loved each other. Both knew, but none dared to say.