Physical
by Trephinia Cealyn
Author's Note: I was thinking about the title of this chapter "Oh, When you wear that sweet dress," and I don't know I thought, would Harry or Draco wear a dress? And I really didn't want to do one of those overdone betting things, and then I thought... well dress robes. And so I don't want to change the name of the chapter because that would be editing Trent Reznor's words which I just can't do, but maybe if I think of it in terms of 'dress robes' and if you do to... that would help... or I'm just over analyzing it.
Author's Thanks:
JLCollett - Thanks, I love your talkings to the characters. No Hermione is a big loser, but I still love her sometimes. ^.~
wildvictoria - I'll try and honor your requests, you guys have to keep me on track! I'm such a lazy writer! Argh! Thanks you!
A.Bicksler - Thank you, I know Harry and Draco ARE adorable aren't they?! ::cuddles with them::
Anon-Bystander - "It's not the most incredibly imaginitive fic ever, but it's just great!" Oh I know, I still love it though, I do reuse and recycle some stuff but I try to present it different! I'll try to be more imaginative in the future!
Sae Matsumoto - "...originality in characterization.... switched roles on Draco and Harry... Draco the seemingly more desperate one... still maintaining his Malfoy air to him." I must say thank you a billion times over, I didn't realize that I did this... Draco just seems to fit right into that role though! I think Harry just makes him come all unraveled... hmmm that's good... I might have to have him say that.
hypergurl20022 - Thanks for reviewing and sticking with it! Your first review made me laugh, I think if I had a boyfriend he would be mad that I write this stuff... hehe!
Thanks too all of the people unmentioned, and all of those silent reviewers--I'm one of you sadly.
Chapter 8 | Oh, When You Wear That Sweet Dress
Draco spotted his chance when Hermione and Ron walked away from Harry. He moved in for the kill. Harry didn't notice Draco's approach, but was staring off along the corridor watching his friends with an amused smile playing on his lips, a smile Draco wanted to kiss away at forever, a smile that made Draco's knees go weak, a smile that made jealousy rear it's ugly head, a smile that Draco wanted all for himself. He contented himself with watching for a few moments as Harry lost himself in thoughts and then shook his head, expelling his thoughts and the smile grew, and Draco lost himself in Harry's pretty eyes and just wanted to capture the moment forever but of course, with a trait that is bred in every Malfoy, he broke the enchantment of the moment.
"Hey goodlooking," Draco whispered, the tiny hairs on the back of Harry's neck stood up and it made Draco smirk to know what his voice did to the boy.
Harry turned around and looked as though he wanted to jump Draco right then and there and not care whether there were two billion people in the hallway or only one, "Hey, you startled me."
"Yeah," Draco said still staring at Harry's smiling lips, "but you look so cute when you are surprised." Draco licked his lips subconciously and had a overwhelming desire to hold Harry's hand. He surpressed the feeling, the very uncharacteristic feeling, and started to talk again, "Do you want to go out for a walk?"
Harry, who also liked to lose himself in his boyfriend's gaze, hadn't been listening, "Erm, what? Oh... no I think Ron and Hermione are out walking."
Draco sighed. Impatient with Harry for his need to make sure that everyone else was happy but not enjoy simple pleasures for himself, "Well what can we do then?"
"I guess we could go for a walk. We'll just avoid them." Harry smiled as if it was the most brilliant plan ever. Draco couldn't help but laugh at him. He felt slightly guilty when Harry gave him a hurt look.
"Oh come off it wonder boy, you know I'm only laughing with you."
"But, I'm not laughing!" Harry protested as Draco pushed him towards the exit.
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They laid there on the grass for a long while, listening to the waves on the lak and the rustling of the leaves. Enjoying the others company,
"Draco..."
"Yeah?"
"You know that dance coming up..."
"What about it?"
"Well, I want to go with you but..."
"Potter would you spit it out."
Harry had his head in Draco's lap and Draco had been enjoying the silence of thier moment, and he wasn't mad at Harry he just wished the boy would spit out whatever he was mumbling about and ask him whatever he needed to ask.
"Draco I really want to go to the dance with you."
"I thought we already were."
"Well, yes that was the plan, but I guess Ron asked some girl for me because he thought I was too chicken to ask anyone, this was before I told him of course."
"Well just cancel the plans. Just tell the little slut you already have a date."
"Draco I can't just do that."
"Look, Weasley doesn't have any right to ask someone out for you, that's something between you and the person. I don't remember Weasley setting us up. In fact I think your friend did this on purpose because he hates me."
"I think Ron was just trying to help me out. I don't think he was trying to hurt you with it since he didn't even know about us."
"Well he has bungled things up just a bit hasn't he. Just tell Weasley to tell that girl that it's over with, that he shouldn't have asked anyone for you and that you already have a date."
"I can't do that either. I can't make Ron go back on his word like that."
"Potter if you are trying to get me to break our plans or you are trying to break my plans for some little girl then you obviously don't know me. I will ruin this poor girl's life, then I'll go after your friend, and then I'll ruin you last."
"Draco I think you are being overly sensitive about the whole thing"
Draco stood up suddenly, looking very insulted. His hands shook and he glared at Harry with something Harry couldn't describe.
"I didn't risk my way of life for you so that you could go to some dumb ball with some dumb whore." Harry was slightly scared of Draco at this moment, "I already told you Potter, I'm not going to let you go, I'm not going to give you up for even a minute because your idiotic friend made plans for you without your permission."
"Draco you can't make me choose between you and Ron."
Draco closed his eyes and reathed in very deeply, "Harry, I'm going to say this once, and only once. You aren't going to the ball with Ron. You are going with some girl. Might I remind you that you are gay, won't you be hurting this little girl who is probably fawning all over you with her friends. It would be better for everyone's sake if you just told her that you are gay. I'll even go with you to prove it. I think she'll thank you in the long run."
"Draco... you don't understand."
"I don't want to understand! I don't want to understand what goes on in your friendship, why would he think it's okay to do something like this? He knows about us now! If he was a real friend he would break this off for you once he found out your true feelings."
Harry stood up and tried to restrain himself from punching Draco, "Ron is my friend Draco. You don't know what we've been through together. I can't let him down like this."
"Harry you are being completly ridiculous, and I want you to know that if you do go to the ball with this girl it will take you years to earn my forgiveness. I didn't work this hard to get you to let you go romp around for one night with some girl. I don't think so. In fact I think I'll go beat on your friend for a bit to relieve some of the tension, because if I don't hit something soon I might just ruin your perfet face and that would be a crime."
"Draco if you touch Ron..."
"Oh don't worry Potter, I won't be touching him I'm going to be hitting him. I'm going to make that boy bleed all of my pain onto the ground and then I'm going to drive that girl insane."
"Draco you are scaring me."
"Good maybe next time you won't ask me stupid questions. Now you did say that him and Hermione were on a walk."
"Draco please don't." Harry grabbed his arm and held onto it, "Please don't do this over some small thing like a dance."
Draco pushed Harry away with such force that Harry fell on the ground, "Don't call my feelings for you some 'small' thing. You are mine. I'm not sharing you with anyone else, not even if my life hung in the balance."
"Draco..."
"No I'm not going to talk this out, or even compromise. I don't think you understand Harry." Draco turned away and gulped, "I never thought I'd tell you this under these circumstances but if it will make you break it off with this girl then I guess I'll have to try." He lowered his gaze the the ground and closed his eyes, "Harry I think I love you."
"What..." Harry stopped breathing. He stared at the angel of perfection in front of him, "I'll talk to Ginny. Maybe she can work something out. She's real good at stuff like this."
Draco launched himself onto Harry, "Oh gods Harry I thought you were going to kill me for a second there." Draco started to kiss him frantically on the lips, "I think I'll give Ginny a very large present this year, and we aren't going to talk about what just happened anymore."
"I love you too." Harry said in between kisses, "I didn't think you returned my feelings, but you do... I think I'm the happiest guy at Hogwarts right now."
"Say it again love," Draco breathed into his neck.
"I'm the happiest guy at Hogwarts?"
"No stupid the part where you say I love you."
"Oh," Harry blushed, "I love you... ah Draco... that feels good."
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Ron wasn't very happy. He thought that this ball might change Harry and break him out of his little Draco fad but his sister had gotten in the way and set the girl up with some Ravenclaw and so she had to break it off with Harry. Now Harry kept telling Hermione about how he and Draco were in love, it made Ron sick just thinking of it.
"Harry you aren't going to the ball with him are you?"
Harry looked up at Ron puzzled, "Are you going with Hermione?"
"Yes."
"Well then there's your answer."
"Look Harry, if you go together everyone's going to know about it. Can't you just not go, tell him you're sick or something."
"Ron, if you're asking me to lie to Draco I won't do it. Would you want me to lie to you?"
"You were lying to me!"
"I know, and I already apologized to you and I've decided I'm not going to lie anymore. I'm most definetly going to the dance with Draco."
#
Draco wasn't all that sure about the dance. He loved Harry and all, and he knew how excited the boy was about the dance... but he was just a little frightened of his father and how things would turn out if the whole school found out.
In the plain and simple truth, Draco just didn't have the balls to go through with it. He decided to tell Harry that he wasn't up to dancing, or that he couldn't dance, and suggest something else instead.
"Harry," Draco prompted one night in the Astronomy tower.
Harry looked up at him with those adorable emerald eyes that Draco loved so very, very, much and Draco melted forgetting everything that he was going to say and only worrying about the moment, "Yes?" Harry said yawning slightly and curling himself up further into Draco's side.
Draco smiled and tightened his arm around Harry's waist, "Nothing."
#
Harry stood in front of the mirror attacking his hair with a comb, every styling product in the wizard world, and a few muggle ones as well, and nothing he could do would make it stay down. He had it to the point where only one solitary piece of hair was sticking up and he was sure if he had a paper clip or something it wold stay down so he ran to find the one person who might be able to help--Ginny.
"Harry what's wrong?" Ginny asked as Harry came tumbling into her room. Her friends looked very startled. Harry whispered something into her ear and she laughed and handed him a small black object. "That should fix it Harry. Now run along you don't want to keep him waiting."
"Ginny!" Harry yelled staring at the other girls who were now giggling. "Thanks..." he mumbled and left, blushing. He shoved the clip in his hair and smiled.
Draco stood, in a dark corner, watching the vaious couples enter the Great Hall. He was waiting for Harry, who was five minutes late.
"Sorry Draco." Harry said. Draco stared at him.
"Potter what did you do to your hair?" Draco asked looking at him with horror, "It looks gastly, please tell me you didn't let the Weasley girl do it. Is that--a clip? A hair clip?"
"You don't like it."
"I hate it!" Draco grabbed his hand and dragged him to the nearest bathroom. "Never ever try to tame your hair. I love it messy and unruly." He shuddered. He turned on the faucet, "Put your head under there, let's get that crap out of your hair."
Harry smiled as Draco washed his scalp. "I was just trying to look good for you Draco."
"Harry you're already perfect, trying to perfect perfection is a lost cause, believe me I fight that battle with myself constantly."
Harry laughed and got water up his nose. He started to cough. Draco pulled him out and turned the water off.
"Now you look much better. But your robes are all soaked."
"Draco, do you really want to go to the ball?" Harry asked drying his head off in his robes.
Draco paused and fiddled with his clasp, "Well... not particularly."
"Good," Harry said and lifted Draco's chin up, "I know something much more fun."
"Like what."
"Oh like, snogging, cuddling, and if you're really nice I'll dance for you." Harry winked.
Draco smiled, the caught himself but not quick enough, "Would you?"
Harry laughed and caught held him close, "Only if you're nice to me."
Draco buried his face in Harry's shoulder. Too happy for words. Very unMalfoyish, but he liked the feeling.
"We should do this more often Harry," he mumbled into the boy's shoulder.
"Yeah, you are really good at washing my hair."
Draco elbowed him, Harry laughed and kissed him on the neck.
by Trephinia Cealyn
Author's Note: I was thinking about the title of this chapter "Oh, When you wear that sweet dress," and I don't know I thought, would Harry or Draco wear a dress? And I really didn't want to do one of those overdone betting things, and then I thought... well dress robes. And so I don't want to change the name of the chapter because that would be editing Trent Reznor's words which I just can't do, but maybe if I think of it in terms of 'dress robes' and if you do to... that would help... or I'm just over analyzing it.
Author's Thanks:
JLCollett - Thanks, I love your talkings to the characters. No Hermione is a big loser, but I still love her sometimes. ^.~
wildvictoria - I'll try and honor your requests, you guys have to keep me on track! I'm such a lazy writer! Argh! Thanks you!
A.Bicksler - Thank you, I know Harry and Draco ARE adorable aren't they?! ::cuddles with them::
Anon-Bystander - "It's not the most incredibly imaginitive fic ever, but it's just great!" Oh I know, I still love it though, I do reuse and recycle some stuff but I try to present it different! I'll try to be more imaginative in the future!
Sae Matsumoto - "...originality in characterization.... switched roles on Draco and Harry... Draco the seemingly more desperate one... still maintaining his Malfoy air to him." I must say thank you a billion times over, I didn't realize that I did this... Draco just seems to fit right into that role though! I think Harry just makes him come all unraveled... hmmm that's good... I might have to have him say that.
hypergurl20022 - Thanks for reviewing and sticking with it! Your first review made me laugh, I think if I had a boyfriend he would be mad that I write this stuff... hehe!
Thanks too all of the people unmentioned, and all of those silent reviewers--I'm one of you sadly.
Chapter 8 | Oh, When You Wear That Sweet Dress
Draco spotted his chance when Hermione and Ron walked away from Harry. He moved in for the kill. Harry didn't notice Draco's approach, but was staring off along the corridor watching his friends with an amused smile playing on his lips, a smile Draco wanted to kiss away at forever, a smile that made Draco's knees go weak, a smile that made jealousy rear it's ugly head, a smile that Draco wanted all for himself. He contented himself with watching for a few moments as Harry lost himself in thoughts and then shook his head, expelling his thoughts and the smile grew, and Draco lost himself in Harry's pretty eyes and just wanted to capture the moment forever but of course, with a trait that is bred in every Malfoy, he broke the enchantment of the moment.
"Hey goodlooking," Draco whispered, the tiny hairs on the back of Harry's neck stood up and it made Draco smirk to know what his voice did to the boy.
Harry turned around and looked as though he wanted to jump Draco right then and there and not care whether there were two billion people in the hallway or only one, "Hey, you startled me."
"Yeah," Draco said still staring at Harry's smiling lips, "but you look so cute when you are surprised." Draco licked his lips subconciously and had a overwhelming desire to hold Harry's hand. He surpressed the feeling, the very uncharacteristic feeling, and started to talk again, "Do you want to go out for a walk?"
Harry, who also liked to lose himself in his boyfriend's gaze, hadn't been listening, "Erm, what? Oh... no I think Ron and Hermione are out walking."
Draco sighed. Impatient with Harry for his need to make sure that everyone else was happy but not enjoy simple pleasures for himself, "Well what can we do then?"
"I guess we could go for a walk. We'll just avoid them." Harry smiled as if it was the most brilliant plan ever. Draco couldn't help but laugh at him. He felt slightly guilty when Harry gave him a hurt look.
"Oh come off it wonder boy, you know I'm only laughing with you."
"But, I'm not laughing!" Harry protested as Draco pushed him towards the exit.
#
They laid there on the grass for a long while, listening to the waves on the lak and the rustling of the leaves. Enjoying the others company,
"Draco..."
"Yeah?"
"You know that dance coming up..."
"What about it?"
"Well, I want to go with you but..."
"Potter would you spit it out."
Harry had his head in Draco's lap and Draco had been enjoying the silence of thier moment, and he wasn't mad at Harry he just wished the boy would spit out whatever he was mumbling about and ask him whatever he needed to ask.
"Draco I really want to go to the dance with you."
"I thought we already were."
"Well, yes that was the plan, but I guess Ron asked some girl for me because he thought I was too chicken to ask anyone, this was before I told him of course."
"Well just cancel the plans. Just tell the little slut you already have a date."
"Draco I can't just do that."
"Look, Weasley doesn't have any right to ask someone out for you, that's something between you and the person. I don't remember Weasley setting us up. In fact I think your friend did this on purpose because he hates me."
"I think Ron was just trying to help me out. I don't think he was trying to hurt you with it since he didn't even know about us."
"Well he has bungled things up just a bit hasn't he. Just tell Weasley to tell that girl that it's over with, that he shouldn't have asked anyone for you and that you already have a date."
"I can't do that either. I can't make Ron go back on his word like that."
"Potter if you are trying to get me to break our plans or you are trying to break my plans for some little girl then you obviously don't know me. I will ruin this poor girl's life, then I'll go after your friend, and then I'll ruin you last."
"Draco I think you are being overly sensitive about the whole thing"
Draco stood up suddenly, looking very insulted. His hands shook and he glared at Harry with something Harry couldn't describe.
"I didn't risk my way of life for you so that you could go to some dumb ball with some dumb whore." Harry was slightly scared of Draco at this moment, "I already told you Potter, I'm not going to let you go, I'm not going to give you up for even a minute because your idiotic friend made plans for you without your permission."
"Draco you can't make me choose between you and Ron."
Draco closed his eyes and reathed in very deeply, "Harry, I'm going to say this once, and only once. You aren't going to the ball with Ron. You are going with some girl. Might I remind you that you are gay, won't you be hurting this little girl who is probably fawning all over you with her friends. It would be better for everyone's sake if you just told her that you are gay. I'll even go with you to prove it. I think she'll thank you in the long run."
"Draco... you don't understand."
"I don't want to understand! I don't want to understand what goes on in your friendship, why would he think it's okay to do something like this? He knows about us now! If he was a real friend he would break this off for you once he found out your true feelings."
Harry stood up and tried to restrain himself from punching Draco, "Ron is my friend Draco. You don't know what we've been through together. I can't let him down like this."
"Harry you are being completly ridiculous, and I want you to know that if you do go to the ball with this girl it will take you years to earn my forgiveness. I didn't work this hard to get you to let you go romp around for one night with some girl. I don't think so. In fact I think I'll go beat on your friend for a bit to relieve some of the tension, because if I don't hit something soon I might just ruin your perfet face and that would be a crime."
"Draco if you touch Ron..."
"Oh don't worry Potter, I won't be touching him I'm going to be hitting him. I'm going to make that boy bleed all of my pain onto the ground and then I'm going to drive that girl insane."
"Draco you are scaring me."
"Good maybe next time you won't ask me stupid questions. Now you did say that him and Hermione were on a walk."
"Draco please don't." Harry grabbed his arm and held onto it, "Please don't do this over some small thing like a dance."
Draco pushed Harry away with such force that Harry fell on the ground, "Don't call my feelings for you some 'small' thing. You are mine. I'm not sharing you with anyone else, not even if my life hung in the balance."
"Draco..."
"No I'm not going to talk this out, or even compromise. I don't think you understand Harry." Draco turned away and gulped, "I never thought I'd tell you this under these circumstances but if it will make you break it off with this girl then I guess I'll have to try." He lowered his gaze the the ground and closed his eyes, "Harry I think I love you."
"What..." Harry stopped breathing. He stared at the angel of perfection in front of him, "I'll talk to Ginny. Maybe she can work something out. She's real good at stuff like this."
Draco launched himself onto Harry, "Oh gods Harry I thought you were going to kill me for a second there." Draco started to kiss him frantically on the lips, "I think I'll give Ginny a very large present this year, and we aren't going to talk about what just happened anymore."
"I love you too." Harry said in between kisses, "I didn't think you returned my feelings, but you do... I think I'm the happiest guy at Hogwarts right now."
"Say it again love," Draco breathed into his neck.
"I'm the happiest guy at Hogwarts?"
"No stupid the part where you say I love you."
"Oh," Harry blushed, "I love you... ah Draco... that feels good."
#
Ron wasn't very happy. He thought that this ball might change Harry and break him out of his little Draco fad but his sister had gotten in the way and set the girl up with some Ravenclaw and so she had to break it off with Harry. Now Harry kept telling Hermione about how he and Draco were in love, it made Ron sick just thinking of it.
"Harry you aren't going to the ball with him are you?"
Harry looked up at Ron puzzled, "Are you going with Hermione?"
"Yes."
"Well then there's your answer."
"Look Harry, if you go together everyone's going to know about it. Can't you just not go, tell him you're sick or something."
"Ron, if you're asking me to lie to Draco I won't do it. Would you want me to lie to you?"
"You were lying to me!"
"I know, and I already apologized to you and I've decided I'm not going to lie anymore. I'm most definetly going to the dance with Draco."
#
Draco wasn't all that sure about the dance. He loved Harry and all, and he knew how excited the boy was about the dance... but he was just a little frightened of his father and how things would turn out if the whole school found out.
In the plain and simple truth, Draco just didn't have the balls to go through with it. He decided to tell Harry that he wasn't up to dancing, or that he couldn't dance, and suggest something else instead.
"Harry," Draco prompted one night in the Astronomy tower.
Harry looked up at him with those adorable emerald eyes that Draco loved so very, very, much and Draco melted forgetting everything that he was going to say and only worrying about the moment, "Yes?" Harry said yawning slightly and curling himself up further into Draco's side.
Draco smiled and tightened his arm around Harry's waist, "Nothing."
#
Harry stood in front of the mirror attacking his hair with a comb, every styling product in the wizard world, and a few muggle ones as well, and nothing he could do would make it stay down. He had it to the point where only one solitary piece of hair was sticking up and he was sure if he had a paper clip or something it wold stay down so he ran to find the one person who might be able to help--Ginny.
"Harry what's wrong?" Ginny asked as Harry came tumbling into her room. Her friends looked very startled. Harry whispered something into her ear and she laughed and handed him a small black object. "That should fix it Harry. Now run along you don't want to keep him waiting."
"Ginny!" Harry yelled staring at the other girls who were now giggling. "Thanks..." he mumbled and left, blushing. He shoved the clip in his hair and smiled.
Draco stood, in a dark corner, watching the vaious couples enter the Great Hall. He was waiting for Harry, who was five minutes late.
"Sorry Draco." Harry said. Draco stared at him.
"Potter what did you do to your hair?" Draco asked looking at him with horror, "It looks gastly, please tell me you didn't let the Weasley girl do it. Is that--a clip? A hair clip?"
"You don't like it."
"I hate it!" Draco grabbed his hand and dragged him to the nearest bathroom. "Never ever try to tame your hair. I love it messy and unruly." He shuddered. He turned on the faucet, "Put your head under there, let's get that crap out of your hair."
Harry smiled as Draco washed his scalp. "I was just trying to look good for you Draco."
"Harry you're already perfect, trying to perfect perfection is a lost cause, believe me I fight that battle with myself constantly."
Harry laughed and got water up his nose. He started to cough. Draco pulled him out and turned the water off.
"Now you look much better. But your robes are all soaked."
"Draco, do you really want to go to the ball?" Harry asked drying his head off in his robes.
Draco paused and fiddled with his clasp, "Well... not particularly."
"Good," Harry said and lifted Draco's chin up, "I know something much more fun."
"Like what."
"Oh like, snogging, cuddling, and if you're really nice I'll dance for you." Harry winked.
Draco smiled, the caught himself but not quick enough, "Would you?"
Harry laughed and caught held him close, "Only if you're nice to me."
Draco buried his face in Harry's shoulder. Too happy for words. Very unMalfoyish, but he liked the feeling.
"We should do this more often Harry," he mumbled into the boy's shoulder.
"Yeah, you are really good at washing my hair."
Draco elbowed him, Harry laughed and kissed him on the neck.