Title: Infatuation
Part: 2/?
Author: Veronica M. Veenstra
Email: tinks_pixie_dust2004@yahoo.com
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Genre: Slash
Summary: The initial meeting between Harry and Draco after their 7th year at Hogwarts
Author's Notes: Please post feedback. I will greatly appreciate it, if you do.
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Harry laid on the ground in shock. Not because Malfoy was standing above him, not because he was staring into the coldest eyes he had ever seen. Harry was in shock because of how Malfoy looked.
"Well, Potter, are you going to get up or just lay there on the floor like an idiot?" Malfoy walked over the couch in Harry's office and sat down, looking around. "Ugh, do you have any sort of taste?" Harry's office was how he liked it. Not exactly messy, but not "neat" by no means. It was, after all, Harry's office. "Well, I decorated it how I wanted to, seeing how the room is mine." Harry couldn't help the anger that starting rising inside of him. He straightened up the chair and turned to look at Malfoy. Malfoy looked different than Harry had remembered. He still had the same flawless, pale skin. The same white-blonde hair only cut differently and kept falling across his forehead and into his eyes. Malfoy looked...well, hot.
Harry's eyes widened in response. Surely he, The Boy Who Lived, wasn't gay...was he? He kept watching Malfoy, as he hadn't seen him in 3 years, since their 7th year at Hogwarts. "What in the bloody hell are you staring at, Scar Face?" Harry blinked quickly and realized he was thinking about Malfoy of all people. He pushed the thought out of his head. "Looks like I'm face to face with the ferret, all grown up." Harry said, not looking away from Malfoy. Malfoy's eye twitched when Harry called him the ferret and Harry was sure he was thinking about when Professor Moody, or the imposter Moody, turned Malfoy into a pure white ferret.
"You think you're so big and tough now that you work at the Ministry?" Malfoy stood up, and Harry stood up to face him. "No, I just know that I can handle little people like you." Harry said slowly. Malfoy was by no means little. He stood about 6'2", whereas Harry only stood about 5'10 1/2". They both had a hold of their wands tightly and were staring each other down when Hermione walked into the room.
"Oh will you two give it a rest already?! We're fully grown wizards to goodness sake!" She walked up to the pair and grabbed their wands. "Men...humph."
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Hermione resorted to seating them across the room from each other, but that didn't stop the insults and snide remarks being made. The three of them talked about the information that Malfoy was able to get. "They are going out of Britain to get more followers. So far, they've gone to Ireland, France, and Germany. Apparently there are more people that believe in what Voldemort stands for than we would like to think." Malfoy said, not looking at either Hermione or Harry. Just then walked in the room.
"Hey Harry! I heard Malfoy was getting here today. I can't wait to give that slimy..." His voice trailed off when he realized that Malfoy was sitting in the room. "If it isn't the Weasel. Look, it's a Hogwarts Class Reunion! We've got Potty, the Weasel, and the Mudblood. Now all we need is Dumbledore and class can start again." Malfoy rolled his eyes in disgust. "You know, Draco," Malfoy's eyes widened slightly at hearing Harry say his first name. "Dumbledore did you a favor by not expelling you in our 6th year. Lord knows what your father would have done, had he heard what you did." Harry said, with a look of satisfaction. Malfoy didn't look at anyone. No one said anything after that, either. In 6th year, Malfoy was caught in the Prefect's bathroom with another student, a 3rd year. It wouldn't have been so bad, had it not been a boy. From then on, everyone assumed Malfoy was gay. He tried playing it off by dating Pansy Parkinson, but it didn't last. Malfoy closed his eyes and sighed. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that."
Everyone's mouth dropped. Malfoy, apologizing? It was unheard of. Nonetheless their continued conversation was very civil. Almost too formal for Harry's liking.
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At the end of a very restless 4 hours, Harry decided it was time for lunch. The four got up at the same time, and as the approached the door, Ron tripped and fell against Hermione. She stumbled backwards into Harry, who stumbled into Malfoy, who, on instinct, grabbed Harry at the waist to steady him. There was a moment when Malfoy didn't let go and Harry didn't want him to.
They had several close calls throughout the day, but tried to stay out of the way of each other. Ever since Harry brought up what happened in 6th year, Malfoy didn't say a word to Harry, except 'excuse me'. Together they were in the office and Harry's brain wasn't quite working. He looked at Malfoy and asked, "Are you really into guys?" Harry looked just as shocked as Malfoy did at the question. Malfoy raised an eyebrow and eyed Harry carefully. "Why are you asking me this...?" Harry shrugged and said, "I don't know. Just curious I guess." Malfoy smiled. "Yes, I am. Why, are you interested in me and don't want to say anything?" Harry opened his mouth, and then closed it again. He thought about what Malfoy had just said. "I...I don't know what I am." He said, turning red from embarrassment. Malfoy smiled again and laughed.
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Part: 2/?
Author: Veronica M. Veenstra
Email: tinks_pixie_dust2004@yahoo.com
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Genre: Slash
Summary: The initial meeting between Harry and Draco after their 7th year at Hogwarts
Author's Notes: Please post feedback. I will greatly appreciate it, if you do.
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Harry laid on the ground in shock. Not because Malfoy was standing above him, not because he was staring into the coldest eyes he had ever seen. Harry was in shock because of how Malfoy looked.
"Well, Potter, are you going to get up or just lay there on the floor like an idiot?" Malfoy walked over the couch in Harry's office and sat down, looking around. "Ugh, do you have any sort of taste?" Harry's office was how he liked it. Not exactly messy, but not "neat" by no means. It was, after all, Harry's office. "Well, I decorated it how I wanted to, seeing how the room is mine." Harry couldn't help the anger that starting rising inside of him. He straightened up the chair and turned to look at Malfoy. Malfoy looked different than Harry had remembered. He still had the same flawless, pale skin. The same white-blonde hair only cut differently and kept falling across his forehead and into his eyes. Malfoy looked...well, hot.
Harry's eyes widened in response. Surely he, The Boy Who Lived, wasn't gay...was he? He kept watching Malfoy, as he hadn't seen him in 3 years, since their 7th year at Hogwarts. "What in the bloody hell are you staring at, Scar Face?" Harry blinked quickly and realized he was thinking about Malfoy of all people. He pushed the thought out of his head. "Looks like I'm face to face with the ferret, all grown up." Harry said, not looking away from Malfoy. Malfoy's eye twitched when Harry called him the ferret and Harry was sure he was thinking about when Professor Moody, or the imposter Moody, turned Malfoy into a pure white ferret.
"You think you're so big and tough now that you work at the Ministry?" Malfoy stood up, and Harry stood up to face him. "No, I just know that I can handle little people like you." Harry said slowly. Malfoy was by no means little. He stood about 6'2", whereas Harry only stood about 5'10 1/2". They both had a hold of their wands tightly and were staring each other down when Hermione walked into the room.
"Oh will you two give it a rest already?! We're fully grown wizards to goodness sake!" She walked up to the pair and grabbed their wands. "Men...humph."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Hermione resorted to seating them across the room from each other, but that didn't stop the insults and snide remarks being made. The three of them talked about the information that Malfoy was able to get. "They are going out of Britain to get more followers. So far, they've gone to Ireland, France, and Germany. Apparently there are more people that believe in what Voldemort stands for than we would like to think." Malfoy said, not looking at either Hermione or Harry. Just then walked in the room.
"Hey Harry! I heard Malfoy was getting here today. I can't wait to give that slimy..." His voice trailed off when he realized that Malfoy was sitting in the room. "If it isn't the Weasel. Look, it's a Hogwarts Class Reunion! We've got Potty, the Weasel, and the Mudblood. Now all we need is Dumbledore and class can start again." Malfoy rolled his eyes in disgust. "You know, Draco," Malfoy's eyes widened slightly at hearing Harry say his first name. "Dumbledore did you a favor by not expelling you in our 6th year. Lord knows what your father would have done, had he heard what you did." Harry said, with a look of satisfaction. Malfoy didn't look at anyone. No one said anything after that, either. In 6th year, Malfoy was caught in the Prefect's bathroom with another student, a 3rd year. It wouldn't have been so bad, had it not been a boy. From then on, everyone assumed Malfoy was gay. He tried playing it off by dating Pansy Parkinson, but it didn't last. Malfoy closed his eyes and sighed. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that."
Everyone's mouth dropped. Malfoy, apologizing? It was unheard of. Nonetheless their continued conversation was very civil. Almost too formal for Harry's liking.
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At the end of a very restless 4 hours, Harry decided it was time for lunch. The four got up at the same time, and as the approached the door, Ron tripped and fell against Hermione. She stumbled backwards into Harry, who stumbled into Malfoy, who, on instinct, grabbed Harry at the waist to steady him. There was a moment when Malfoy didn't let go and Harry didn't want him to.
They had several close calls throughout the day, but tried to stay out of the way of each other. Ever since Harry brought up what happened in 6th year, Malfoy didn't say a word to Harry, except 'excuse me'. Together they were in the office and Harry's brain wasn't quite working. He looked at Malfoy and asked, "Are you really into guys?" Harry looked just as shocked as Malfoy did at the question. Malfoy raised an eyebrow and eyed Harry carefully. "Why are you asking me this...?" Harry shrugged and said, "I don't know. Just curious I guess." Malfoy smiled. "Yes, I am. Why, are you interested in me and don't want to say anything?" Harry opened his mouth, and then closed it again. He thought about what Malfoy had just said. "I...I don't know what I am." He said, turning red from embarrassment. Malfoy smiled again and laughed.
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