Physical
By Trephinia Cealyn
A/N: Sorry it took so freakin' long! I've been going through some crazy stuff but when I reread my stories this was the one that I got lost in and forgot that I wrote it and tried to go on to Chapter 6 but realized there wasn't one. So now I am writing one mainly to fulfill my own desires but for you guys to, even though I don't expect you to read it. Well happy hunting, slash wise, and I hope you don't hate me too much for not posting sooner!
Disclaimer: Wish I owned it but I don't... I do have Draco in a cage and Harry feeds me grapes. But no, I do not own them. It's to a song by the Nine Inch Nails called Physical.
Chapter 6 | So Soft on My Bed
Harry sat in Trelawney's class daydreaming about the past few weeks' with Draco. He felt so alive with his enemy; he just couldn't get enough of it.He never wanted it to end, he wanted it to last forever, but he didn't think that Draco would be willing.
True, the boy was posessive, but going steady and still keeping it a secret would go against Harry's morals and Draco... well Draco didn't seem to care about anything.
Harry sighed and scribbled down, I love Draco, in his notebook. Realizing where he was, and what he wrote, he quickly scribbled it out.
Shit, he thought, do I really love Draco?
#
"Harry please tell me what's going on!" Hermione stood in front of the portrait hole holding on to Harry's arm and looking very, very concerned. "You've been so distant, and Ron says that you've been coming in at 2:00 in the morning some nights, and other nights you don't show up at all!"
"Hermione," Harry said pulling his arm away from her, "mind your own business."
Hermione sniffed and stomped her foot, "Harry you used to tell me and Ron everything! I promise you, whatever it is, you can tell me!" She looked at him very carefully and then took a deep breath, "Is it about Malfoy? I know you two snogged that one time. If you're seeing him... I just want to know Harry! Is that too much to ask! I'm you're, one of you're, best friends! You HAVE to tell me these things! I don't want to hear it from Ginny, or from Malfoy! I want to hear it from you!"
"Shut up!" Harry yelled and turned away from her. "I'm not seeing Malfoy," he spat, "we're fooling around."
"Oh Harry..." Hermione began, but Harry broke her off.
"I don't know what to do Hermione, I really like him but he, well I don't really know what he feels I know he likes our little rendevous but other than that I know nothing." Harry turned back around. "I just know that I like the feeling of being in his arms and kissing him. It's like nothing I've ever felt."
"Harry why didn't you tell me?" Hermione asked, "Don't you know that I just want you to be happy?"
"Because he's stubborn that's why."
"Ginny." Hermione hissed.
Ginny smiked, "Now, now before we start that again Hermione I want to have a chat with you. Let Harry run off to take care of business and let me explain things to you. Now that you've gotten his confession it doesn't really matter where the facts come from do they. And I think our Wonder Boy has a date he's late to."
Harry smiled at Ginny and left through the portrait hole.
"It all started one day when I found Harry about 5 minutes before lights out..."
#
"You are late Potter." Draco stated simply. He didn't move to greet him, and he didn't smile.
"Sorry," Harry sat next to him on the stone bench, "Hermione was being rather annoying asking question after question..."
"We need to talk." Draco interjected. "About us."
Hary gulped, "Yes?"
"We've been snogging for a couple months now Potter and neither one of us has said anything about making us official."
"Official?" Harry squeaked.
Draco nodded, "I don't know about you Potter, but I'm not quite ready for the school to know about us yet, I like the secrecy, and I don't think we'd get any privacy if we made our relationship public knowledge."
Harry nodded and stared at the floor. This didn't look good.
"I don't want anyone else to have you though." Draco said in a quiet voice. He half hoped Harry hadn't heard him and half hoped he had.
Harry wasn't sure he heard him right. His head snapped up and he noticed that Draco was staring at him. "Come again?" Harry whispered.
"I want you all to myself. I want to mark you as my own."
Harry almost fainted with relief, "I want you to mark me." Harry stammered and leaned foward to kiss Draco softly on the lips. He felt Draco smile and return the kiss but then pulled away.
"So... are we a couple?" Draco asked closing his eyes tightly and looking very nervous, and very unlike himself.
Harry's only response was to envelope Draco in a crushing hug. "I'll never let you get away from me Malfoy." He whispered into Draco's ear and then nibbled it teasingly. "You're mine now."
Draco moaned and put his arms around Harry's neck and lost his hands in Harry's messy hair.
#
Hermione was furious. Absolutly livid. It was uncalled for, unecessary, and just plain rude.
"Hermione please calm down."
Ron was quite frightened. Absolutly scared. She was acting ridiculous, irrational, and just plain crazy.
"I will not calm down."
Ron sighed. All he had done was ask Hermione to borrow a quill, and she turned the tables on him saying that he was 'sexually harrassing' her.
"Hermione, I only want to borrow a quill."
"Oh!" Hermione said in a high pitched strained voice, "That's it then! That's all I'm good for! Quills!" Her eyes seemed a bit watery and in seconds she went from absolutly livid, to slightly peeved, to horribly depressed. "That's all I'm ever good for. All anybody wants from Hermione Granger... quills, answers, and notes. Nobody wants to get to know me or borrow clothes or makeup. QUILLS!"
She collapsed crying and carrying on.
Madame Pomfrey rushed in with Professor McGonagle. "It'll be quite alright everyone. Remain calm."
"CALM!" Hermione screeched and caught a pillow on fire.
"Quick Poppy calm her down."
Minerva put the fire out with a wave of her wand and started to control the crowd. Ron looked very concerned.
"Is she going to be okay?" he asked McGonagle.
"She'll be fine, it's only her Witch Magic Cycle, it's like the muggle menstral cycle. We should have caught it sooner but we were too concerned with the outbreak of the Wizard Pox and we weren't paying attention to the 6th year girls..."
"Way too much information Professor." Ron said paling and he glanced at Hermione, "Is that going to happen once a month.
"Well, the WMS, Witch Magic Cycle, was attributed to great power and it only happens to certain girls, not all. It usually coincides with their period beginning when it ends and ending when it begins so it runs much longer. It's more of a power surge than anything else. Until the girl can control it she has to be put on powerful potions and put all of the extra magic running through her into the earth or else it will interfere with everything she tries to do."
"I think I'll just go now."
Hermione stopped raving long enough to drink the potion that McGonagle held out. After she swallowed she glanced at Ron looking very sheepish. "Here," she said shyly holding out a quill.
By Trephinia Cealyn
A/N: Sorry it took so freakin' long! I've been going through some crazy stuff but when I reread my stories this was the one that I got lost in and forgot that I wrote it and tried to go on to Chapter 6 but realized there wasn't one. So now I am writing one mainly to fulfill my own desires but for you guys to, even though I don't expect you to read it. Well happy hunting, slash wise, and I hope you don't hate me too much for not posting sooner!
Disclaimer: Wish I owned it but I don't... I do have Draco in a cage and Harry feeds me grapes. But no, I do not own them. It's to a song by the Nine Inch Nails called Physical.
Chapter 6 | So Soft on My Bed
Harry sat in Trelawney's class daydreaming about the past few weeks' with Draco. He felt so alive with his enemy; he just couldn't get enough of it.He never wanted it to end, he wanted it to last forever, but he didn't think that Draco would be willing.
True, the boy was posessive, but going steady and still keeping it a secret would go against Harry's morals and Draco... well Draco didn't seem to care about anything.
Harry sighed and scribbled down, I love Draco, in his notebook. Realizing where he was, and what he wrote, he quickly scribbled it out.
Shit, he thought, do I really love Draco?
#
"Harry please tell me what's going on!" Hermione stood in front of the portrait hole holding on to Harry's arm and looking very, very concerned. "You've been so distant, and Ron says that you've been coming in at 2:00 in the morning some nights, and other nights you don't show up at all!"
"Hermione," Harry said pulling his arm away from her, "mind your own business."
Hermione sniffed and stomped her foot, "Harry you used to tell me and Ron everything! I promise you, whatever it is, you can tell me!" She looked at him very carefully and then took a deep breath, "Is it about Malfoy? I know you two snogged that one time. If you're seeing him... I just want to know Harry! Is that too much to ask! I'm you're, one of you're, best friends! You HAVE to tell me these things! I don't want to hear it from Ginny, or from Malfoy! I want to hear it from you!"
"Shut up!" Harry yelled and turned away from her. "I'm not seeing Malfoy," he spat, "we're fooling around."
"Oh Harry..." Hermione began, but Harry broke her off.
"I don't know what to do Hermione, I really like him but he, well I don't really know what he feels I know he likes our little rendevous but other than that I know nothing." Harry turned back around. "I just know that I like the feeling of being in his arms and kissing him. It's like nothing I've ever felt."
"Harry why didn't you tell me?" Hermione asked, "Don't you know that I just want you to be happy?"
"Because he's stubborn that's why."
"Ginny." Hermione hissed.
Ginny smiked, "Now, now before we start that again Hermione I want to have a chat with you. Let Harry run off to take care of business and let me explain things to you. Now that you've gotten his confession it doesn't really matter where the facts come from do they. And I think our Wonder Boy has a date he's late to."
Harry smiled at Ginny and left through the portrait hole.
"It all started one day when I found Harry about 5 minutes before lights out..."
#
"You are late Potter." Draco stated simply. He didn't move to greet him, and he didn't smile.
"Sorry," Harry sat next to him on the stone bench, "Hermione was being rather annoying asking question after question..."
"We need to talk." Draco interjected. "About us."
Hary gulped, "Yes?"
"We've been snogging for a couple months now Potter and neither one of us has said anything about making us official."
"Official?" Harry squeaked.
Draco nodded, "I don't know about you Potter, but I'm not quite ready for the school to know about us yet, I like the secrecy, and I don't think we'd get any privacy if we made our relationship public knowledge."
Harry nodded and stared at the floor. This didn't look good.
"I don't want anyone else to have you though." Draco said in a quiet voice. He half hoped Harry hadn't heard him and half hoped he had.
Harry wasn't sure he heard him right. His head snapped up and he noticed that Draco was staring at him. "Come again?" Harry whispered.
"I want you all to myself. I want to mark you as my own."
Harry almost fainted with relief, "I want you to mark me." Harry stammered and leaned foward to kiss Draco softly on the lips. He felt Draco smile and return the kiss but then pulled away.
"So... are we a couple?" Draco asked closing his eyes tightly and looking very nervous, and very unlike himself.
Harry's only response was to envelope Draco in a crushing hug. "I'll never let you get away from me Malfoy." He whispered into Draco's ear and then nibbled it teasingly. "You're mine now."
Draco moaned and put his arms around Harry's neck and lost his hands in Harry's messy hair.
#
Hermione was furious. Absolutly livid. It was uncalled for, unecessary, and just plain rude.
"Hermione please calm down."
Ron was quite frightened. Absolutly scared. She was acting ridiculous, irrational, and just plain crazy.
"I will not calm down."
Ron sighed. All he had done was ask Hermione to borrow a quill, and she turned the tables on him saying that he was 'sexually harrassing' her.
"Hermione, I only want to borrow a quill."
"Oh!" Hermione said in a high pitched strained voice, "That's it then! That's all I'm good for! Quills!" Her eyes seemed a bit watery and in seconds she went from absolutly livid, to slightly peeved, to horribly depressed. "That's all I'm ever good for. All anybody wants from Hermione Granger... quills, answers, and notes. Nobody wants to get to know me or borrow clothes or makeup. QUILLS!"
She collapsed crying and carrying on.
Madame Pomfrey rushed in with Professor McGonagle. "It'll be quite alright everyone. Remain calm."
"CALM!" Hermione screeched and caught a pillow on fire.
"Quick Poppy calm her down."
Minerva put the fire out with a wave of her wand and started to control the crowd. Ron looked very concerned.
"Is she going to be okay?" he asked McGonagle.
"She'll be fine, it's only her Witch Magic Cycle, it's like the muggle menstral cycle. We should have caught it sooner but we were too concerned with the outbreak of the Wizard Pox and we weren't paying attention to the 6th year girls..."
"Way too much information Professor." Ron said paling and he glanced at Hermione, "Is that going to happen once a month.
"Well, the WMS, Witch Magic Cycle, was attributed to great power and it only happens to certain girls, not all. It usually coincides with their period beginning when it ends and ending when it begins so it runs much longer. It's more of a power surge than anything else. Until the girl can control it she has to be put on powerful potions and put all of the extra magic running through her into the earth or else it will interfere with everything she tries to do."
"I think I'll just go now."
Hermione stopped raving long enough to drink the potion that McGonagle held out. After she swallowed she glanced at Ron looking very sheepish. "Here," she said shyly holding out a quill.