YES! I finally have the next chapter out. Sorry it took so long but my AOL
system at home broke. Yes, it just stopped working people. I've been cut
off from the rest of the world for the past month, but now I'm back in
action. I hope you enjoy. (
Disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter so stop rubbing it in.
Warnings: Yes people this is slash of the Draco/Harry variety, and it is rated R.so you make the connections because I can't believe were being forced to state the obvious.
6th year, post OOTP
Chapter 3- Hogwarts
By the time the Hogwarts express reached the school the sun had long made it's descent below the horizon and the atmosphere hummed with everyone's excitement, and anticipation. Harry stepped off the train and gazed at the giant castle perched across the lake. The sight of it was comforting. Now that the wizarding world knew about the return of Voldemort and his deatheaters were in Azkaban, held captive by some very powerful charms of Dumbledores, Harry expected this to be a very quiet year indeed.
Ron and Hermione stepped out of the train after him.
"Well if this school isn't a sight for sore eyes, I'm telling ya, if I had to go one more week of not doing any magic I would have exploded. The person who made that rule must have been out of his mind." Ron said as he led the way to an empty carriage. After last year's fiasco all three of them could see the hideous creatures that pulled the vehicles, and made sure to steer clear of its teeth in case it decided to look upon them as edible.
"I agree with you Ron" Hermione said, "Just think on how far along we would be in our studies already if we were able to practice over the summer." A dreamy look entered her eyes.
Ron looked at her incredulously. "Hermione, we've known each other for what? Five years? Now did you really think I was talking about schoolwork?" he asked. Hermione sent him a scathing look and opened her mouth to retort but Harry, who had already jumped into the carriage, changed the subject.
"Hey, did any of you know that Malfoy was part veela before the train ride today?" he asked, voicing a thought that's been in his head for awhile now. Ron and Hermione settled themselves into the spacious carriage and the door closed behind them. Immediately they were off and the beautiful landscape was rolling beside them.
Ron was the first to answer. "Of course not. But now we know what's behind the good looks and Malfoy charm. Nothing but good breeding. At least now he has some competition for Hogwarts most eligible bachelor, eh Harry?"
Harry snorted at this and looked over at Hermione for her answer. Blushing furiously she looked out her window.
"Well no, not exactly. I mean, I had some thoughts on - or I had an idea but-"
"Hold on a sec" Harry interrupted. "You suspected Malfoy of being part veela and didn't clue us in?"
"Well no, you see, the reason why I thought it was-, he sometimes made me feel-, well veelas sometimes effect people in a-, well the birds and the bees imply -" Hermione stammered.
"Hold on a sec" It was Ron's turn to interrupt. "Your not saying that you were sometimes actually sexually attracted to DRACO MALFOY, Are you?"
Hermione's face went even redder.
Harry cut in. "Hermione, that's gross."
Hermione looked indignant. "No more gross than you and that STUPID girl Cho Chang. And Ron, do you remember how you slobbered all over that veela girl in fourth year?" the two boys looked back at her scandalized.
"Ok Hermione that was LOW. And Cho Chang was just one huge ball of a complete and utter mistake." Harry said. "Besides Malfoy is evil. So this is totally different."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Whatever. Anyway, now that we know about him definitely being part veela, who do you think it is?" she asked eagerly.
Ron and Harry looked at each other, then looked backed at her apparently clueless of exactly what this "who" was.
Hermione made an impatient sound in her throat. "You know! His heartmate! Anyone with any veela blood in them has one. Who do you think Draco's is?" She looked at them expectantly.
"Er, I don't know, Pansy Parkinson should be a shoe in" Ron answered.
Hermione scoffed at this. "Please, that pug faced cow isn't anyone's heartmate." She leaned in really closely as if she was about to let out the greatest secret in the world. "Besides, I get the feeling that Malfoy doesn't exactly swing that way." She added giving them meaningful looks.
"What are you saying- do you mean that Malfoy likes boys?!!" Harry asked. Ron's face looked as if he just swallowed a peanut but then realized it was a cockroach cluster.
" Well, I'm just saying that I have a feeling." Hermione shrugged, "We wont know for sure until we find out who his heartmate is. He wont be able to keep THAT quiet for long."
Harry pondered this. If Draco Malfoy really did like boys, then there will be a lot of heart-broken girls walking around. Some, maybe even vindictive enough to curse him into oblivion. The thought of Draco being pulverized by a bunch of girls filled Harry with glee. After all, Hell hast no fury like a woman scorned. But at the same time his body was filled with tension. It was as if there was something in which he should be putting together. This new piece of information was going to affect him in some way. He was sure of it.
~*~
After the sorting ceremony and the feast, everyone went to their common rooms for the night. Harry walked the dark corridors alone because Ron and Hermione had to go see McGonagall early for their prefect duties. Not that he minded overly much being alone. Sometimes Harry found being with friends to be utterly exhausting.
He paused in front of the portrait of Dingle the Disgusting, who was at that moment asking him to pull his finger. ' I should really be heading up to the common rooms myself' Harry thought . He turned around and saw the long shadows covering the stone walls and floor of the corridor. It was long past curfew, around midnight, and he didn't have his Invisibility cloak to hide under if he were to run into Mrs. Norris. Just then something collided into him from behind.
"What the?! Malfoy, is that you?" Harry asked in a whisper. He could see pale blond hair and silver eyes peering up into his.
"Yeah it's me Potter. Now would you stand aside and apologize for so rudely running into me." Malfoy sneered at him.
"Running into you? Malfoy, I was standing still." Harry answered quite indignantly.
"Yes, like a fucking statue in the middle of the hallway. Some people actually have things to do." Malfoy said looking up and down the hall.
"Things to do huh? More like running from your many admirers. What did the big bad Finnegan do now?" Harry teased.
"Wasn't that dog brained Finnegan I'm running from. It's that over-sexed Pansy Parkinson. My Inheritance isn't for another three hours and already she can hardly keep her hands off of me." Draco answered. He was starting to feel another heat wave coming on, and was beginning to panic. Maybe he could slip by when Harry wasn't paying attention.
"Wait a second Malfoy. Did you hear that?" Harry asked his eyes going wide.
Draco could feel sweat popping up on his forehead and his insides felt as if a fire was building. Draco knew these symptoms but he forced himself to concentrate on the task at hand. He could hear heavy footsteps coming from around the corner. They could only belong to one person.
"Filch." He muttered.
' This way.' Harry mouthed exaggeratedly and tiptoed down the corridor to a classroom, opened the door and went in. Draco followed as quietly as he could, but his stomach was cramping up again and he could barely stand straight the pain was so awful.
The room was one he'd been in before. He recognized it as the transfiguration classroom. Harry looked around and found a tiny broom closet in the corner.
"Come on." He said to Malfoy, and made his way for the closet.
"Wait." Draco interrupted, "You want us to go into that small closet over there- together?" he asked.
Harry stopped and looked over at Draco. He could see that he was trembling very hard. The coward slytherin was probably going to wet himself in fear. Harry thought to himself. "Malfoy, I really don't care what you do. You want to get caught? Stay right there." Harry opened the closet door and went in. It was empty, but it was very dusty and musky. There was only barely enough room for both him and Malfoy to share. How could this have happened? What were the odds that he would get stuck in a broom closet with Malfoy?
Draco followed Harry in but he could barely catch his breath. He felt sweat running down his neck from the heat, and his stomach felt like it was tearing itself apart. Draco groaned. How was he going to get through this? The room was so small that him and Harry were almost touching.
"Malfoy, do that locking charm you did earlier today on the Hogwarts Express." Harry said, "If were lucky, maybe Filch will think were a boggart or something." Draco did what he was bid and then, promptly, fell to the floor clutching his stomach.
"What are you doing? Were ok now. No need to faint." Harry said in a harsh whisper. He bent down to look closer. Draco's face was extremely red and blotchy. His whole body was trembling fiercely.
"I haven't fainted you nutter. My stomach feels as if it's digesting itself" he said and started moaning rather loudly.
"What are you talking about? Malfoy stop it. Filch will hear you" Harry said. He was getting veeeerry irritated with this particular blond.
"I can't help it for God's sake! I'm in agony here!" Malfoy hissed and resumed moaning. "OOOOOOOOO."
"Um, can't you just, uh, I don't know, deal with the pain quietly so Filch doesn't hear us?" Harry asked hopefully.
Draco gave him a disgusted look and began moaning even louder then before. "OOOOOOOOOO."
"Ok, Ok. Jeez Malfoy. I don't know what to do. If maybe I knew how to transfigure a broomstick into a bottle of aspirin then-"
"ASPERINE?! ASPERINE?!! I'm dying over here Potter and all you can do is make up words?! Do something Damn it!" Draco yelled.
"Stop yelling! Filch will be by here any second and- he'll- hear- you!" Harry said through gritted teeth. "God you are so spoiled it's disgusting."
"OOOOOOOOO." Draco began moaning again.
"Stop it ok? Just- just wait a second. When my cousin Dudley was sick my aunt Petunia would stay with him and wipe his face with a cool cloth-"
"Potter. Listen to me carefully. I - DON'T - CAAARE-" Draco rudely interrupted.
Harry looked at him with utter loathing etched on his face and then shook his head as if to plainly say "it's not worth it". He then reached into a hidden pocket in his robes and pulled out a handkerchief. Draco watched warily as he unfolded it, muttering a spell to make a fountain of water gush all over the plain white piece of cloth. After that, he bent over Draco and made to press the cool compress against his skin.
"Potter, don't you dare touch my face with that ratty old thing." Draco snarled. Harry was leaning in too close to him, and Harry being close was never a good idea.
Harry snorted. "Shut up, Malfoy." He said and pressed the wet cloth against the other boy's neck.
"I mean it Potter I- ohhhhh, that does feel nice." Draco acquiesced as he felt Harry touch his skin. With this Draco's horrible cramps vanished leaving only the all encompassing heat that seemed to increase with Harry's ministrations.
"Does that feel better?" Harry asked, amusement was laced in these words but Draco didn't care. He was so close to Harry that he could smell him. He smelled of erotic spices and Harryness. Yes, he had his own unique smell and it was driving Draco wild.
"Mmmmmmm." Draco answered. Their breaths intermingled, and right then Draco would have given anything to alleviate the ache in his lips upon the raven haired boy's. He watched Harry through slitted lids and saw the boy's face screwed up in concentration as he leaned in closer to wipe Draco's face. With this movement one of Harry's thighs brushed against the inside of his own. Draco couldn't help but close his eyes and moan in pleasure.
Harry frowned at him. "What? It's not too cold is it?" he asked.
Draco looked into the totally oblivious boy's startling green eyes. "NO, it's perfect." He answered.
Harry, satisfied with this answer, continued wiping Draco's cheek with the cool cloth. Harry's thigh was so near Draco's crotch that it was driving him mad. Teasing him badly, but Draco didn't want to scare the other boy off by rubbing himself against it. He had to find a way to get Harry to lean in closer without him realizing what he was doing.
"My forehead." Draco said.
Harry looked at him in confusion. "What?" he asked.
"I want you to wipe my forehead you imbecile."
"Oh." Harry said. He moved in closer and leaned forward to reach Draco's forehead. Now Harry's thigh was definitely pressed against Draco's crotch. He purred appreciatively.
"Malfoy?"
"What Potter?" Draco snarled, irritated that Harry was ruining the moment.
"You just purred." He stated plainly, still wiping Draco's forehead.
"No Potter, you heard wrong. Malfoys don't purr."
This time a frown knitted Harry's brows, but he remained quiet. Draco once again went into a dreamy state. Totally content at having his Harry so near. Wait a sec - since when has Harry been HIS Harry?
"Mmm, this Handkerchief smells like you Harry." Draco murmured.
"What?" Hary asked looking down at him in confusion.
"What?" Draco answered, the sensation of fear crawling up his spine. He hadn't meant for that to come out.
"You just said something." Harry answered.
"No I didn't." Draco responded.
Harry leaned back. Damn it! Why is it he's always ruining everything?
"Yes you did." Harry insisted, "you said something about my handkerchief smelling."
"I did not. There must be a a garden snake in here or something, hissing things at you." Draco said nervously, looking up at him.
"Oh." Harry said and got up. He folded his handkerchief up and made to put it into his pocket but he somehow missed it and it fell unnoticeably unto the floor.
'Where the Hell is HE going?' Draco thought. "Where - where are you going?" he asked, quite successfully keeping the disappointment out of his voice.
"Back to my common room. Filch should have passed this room by now." Harry answered. He looked back at Malfoy on the floor. The boy did look considerably better then he did awhile ago, so Harry felt no guilt about leaving the slytherin there.
"Good luck with the whole veela thing Malfoy." Harry said and performed alohomora on the stubborn door. Without looking back once, Harry left the transfiguration classroom and made his way to his dorm.
~*~
When Draco heard Harry close the door to the outer classroom he was immediately filled with a deep - what? A deep disappointment? A deep depression? Both? He didn't know. Draco rolled over and pushed himself up with his elbows. The feelings inside of him were struggling to reach the surface, but all they were accomplishing was giving him a great deal of confusion and indigestion. But somehow they were all pointing to the same thing.
Harry Potter was his heartmate.
Draco moaned again. The heat wave and stomach cramps were coming back with a vengeance. But this time - this time it was different. Instead of just feeling them now he WAS them. He WAS the heat traveling through his body, he WAS the pain in his gut. And then, he seemed to be ABOVE them. He felt elated. There was a bubble of power building in his chest, and his soul felt as if it were floating. Gingerly Draco got up and picked up the handkerchief Harry left behind. He searched the floor and transfigured a tiny pebble he found into a fluffy pillow for him to sit on. Which he did. Draco was feeling higher and higher as each second passed. He pressed the piece of cloth to his face. It had both the smell of him and Harry mixed together.
Perfect.
Quite suddenly, he reached the highest pier, and the bubble building in his chest burst. Leaving Draco spiraling back into reality face first, shivering on his pillow.
Of all the millions of times Draco had imagined where he would be at this exact moment it was never in a musky, dusty broom closet, in an empty transfiguration classroom, longing - longing for Harry Potter. And thus so, Draconis Lucius Malfoy received his Inheritance.
In a dusty and musky broom closet.
In an empty transfiguration classroom.
Alone.
And Longing for Harry Potter.
~*~
A/N: Whew! Now that was tiring. there's your chapter 3. I hope you all enjoyed it. Now that I have access 24/7 to a working computer, the next chapter should be out much faster than this one. And if its not, I give you all full permission to email me and basically kick my butt until it is. Read and review pwease!!!
Byeness. ;)
Disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter so stop rubbing it in.
Warnings: Yes people this is slash of the Draco/Harry variety, and it is rated R.so you make the connections because I can't believe were being forced to state the obvious.
6th year, post OOTP
Chapter 3- Hogwarts
By the time the Hogwarts express reached the school the sun had long made it's descent below the horizon and the atmosphere hummed with everyone's excitement, and anticipation. Harry stepped off the train and gazed at the giant castle perched across the lake. The sight of it was comforting. Now that the wizarding world knew about the return of Voldemort and his deatheaters were in Azkaban, held captive by some very powerful charms of Dumbledores, Harry expected this to be a very quiet year indeed.
Ron and Hermione stepped out of the train after him.
"Well if this school isn't a sight for sore eyes, I'm telling ya, if I had to go one more week of not doing any magic I would have exploded. The person who made that rule must have been out of his mind." Ron said as he led the way to an empty carriage. After last year's fiasco all three of them could see the hideous creatures that pulled the vehicles, and made sure to steer clear of its teeth in case it decided to look upon them as edible.
"I agree with you Ron" Hermione said, "Just think on how far along we would be in our studies already if we were able to practice over the summer." A dreamy look entered her eyes.
Ron looked at her incredulously. "Hermione, we've known each other for what? Five years? Now did you really think I was talking about schoolwork?" he asked. Hermione sent him a scathing look and opened her mouth to retort but Harry, who had already jumped into the carriage, changed the subject.
"Hey, did any of you know that Malfoy was part veela before the train ride today?" he asked, voicing a thought that's been in his head for awhile now. Ron and Hermione settled themselves into the spacious carriage and the door closed behind them. Immediately they were off and the beautiful landscape was rolling beside them.
Ron was the first to answer. "Of course not. But now we know what's behind the good looks and Malfoy charm. Nothing but good breeding. At least now he has some competition for Hogwarts most eligible bachelor, eh Harry?"
Harry snorted at this and looked over at Hermione for her answer. Blushing furiously she looked out her window.
"Well no, not exactly. I mean, I had some thoughts on - or I had an idea but-"
"Hold on a sec" Harry interrupted. "You suspected Malfoy of being part veela and didn't clue us in?"
"Well no, you see, the reason why I thought it was-, he sometimes made me feel-, well veelas sometimes effect people in a-, well the birds and the bees imply -" Hermione stammered.
"Hold on a sec" It was Ron's turn to interrupt. "Your not saying that you were sometimes actually sexually attracted to DRACO MALFOY, Are you?"
Hermione's face went even redder.
Harry cut in. "Hermione, that's gross."
Hermione looked indignant. "No more gross than you and that STUPID girl Cho Chang. And Ron, do you remember how you slobbered all over that veela girl in fourth year?" the two boys looked back at her scandalized.
"Ok Hermione that was LOW. And Cho Chang was just one huge ball of a complete and utter mistake." Harry said. "Besides Malfoy is evil. So this is totally different."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Whatever. Anyway, now that we know about him definitely being part veela, who do you think it is?" she asked eagerly.
Ron and Harry looked at each other, then looked backed at her apparently clueless of exactly what this "who" was.
Hermione made an impatient sound in her throat. "You know! His heartmate! Anyone with any veela blood in them has one. Who do you think Draco's is?" She looked at them expectantly.
"Er, I don't know, Pansy Parkinson should be a shoe in" Ron answered.
Hermione scoffed at this. "Please, that pug faced cow isn't anyone's heartmate." She leaned in really closely as if she was about to let out the greatest secret in the world. "Besides, I get the feeling that Malfoy doesn't exactly swing that way." She added giving them meaningful looks.
"What are you saying- do you mean that Malfoy likes boys?!!" Harry asked. Ron's face looked as if he just swallowed a peanut but then realized it was a cockroach cluster.
" Well, I'm just saying that I have a feeling." Hermione shrugged, "We wont know for sure until we find out who his heartmate is. He wont be able to keep THAT quiet for long."
Harry pondered this. If Draco Malfoy really did like boys, then there will be a lot of heart-broken girls walking around. Some, maybe even vindictive enough to curse him into oblivion. The thought of Draco being pulverized by a bunch of girls filled Harry with glee. After all, Hell hast no fury like a woman scorned. But at the same time his body was filled with tension. It was as if there was something in which he should be putting together. This new piece of information was going to affect him in some way. He was sure of it.
~*~
After the sorting ceremony and the feast, everyone went to their common rooms for the night. Harry walked the dark corridors alone because Ron and Hermione had to go see McGonagall early for their prefect duties. Not that he minded overly much being alone. Sometimes Harry found being with friends to be utterly exhausting.
He paused in front of the portrait of Dingle the Disgusting, who was at that moment asking him to pull his finger. ' I should really be heading up to the common rooms myself' Harry thought . He turned around and saw the long shadows covering the stone walls and floor of the corridor. It was long past curfew, around midnight, and he didn't have his Invisibility cloak to hide under if he were to run into Mrs. Norris. Just then something collided into him from behind.
"What the?! Malfoy, is that you?" Harry asked in a whisper. He could see pale blond hair and silver eyes peering up into his.
"Yeah it's me Potter. Now would you stand aside and apologize for so rudely running into me." Malfoy sneered at him.
"Running into you? Malfoy, I was standing still." Harry answered quite indignantly.
"Yes, like a fucking statue in the middle of the hallway. Some people actually have things to do." Malfoy said looking up and down the hall.
"Things to do huh? More like running from your many admirers. What did the big bad Finnegan do now?" Harry teased.
"Wasn't that dog brained Finnegan I'm running from. It's that over-sexed Pansy Parkinson. My Inheritance isn't for another three hours and already she can hardly keep her hands off of me." Draco answered. He was starting to feel another heat wave coming on, and was beginning to panic. Maybe he could slip by when Harry wasn't paying attention.
"Wait a second Malfoy. Did you hear that?" Harry asked his eyes going wide.
Draco could feel sweat popping up on his forehead and his insides felt as if a fire was building. Draco knew these symptoms but he forced himself to concentrate on the task at hand. He could hear heavy footsteps coming from around the corner. They could only belong to one person.
"Filch." He muttered.
' This way.' Harry mouthed exaggeratedly and tiptoed down the corridor to a classroom, opened the door and went in. Draco followed as quietly as he could, but his stomach was cramping up again and he could barely stand straight the pain was so awful.
The room was one he'd been in before. He recognized it as the transfiguration classroom. Harry looked around and found a tiny broom closet in the corner.
"Come on." He said to Malfoy, and made his way for the closet.
"Wait." Draco interrupted, "You want us to go into that small closet over there- together?" he asked.
Harry stopped and looked over at Draco. He could see that he was trembling very hard. The coward slytherin was probably going to wet himself in fear. Harry thought to himself. "Malfoy, I really don't care what you do. You want to get caught? Stay right there." Harry opened the closet door and went in. It was empty, but it was very dusty and musky. There was only barely enough room for both him and Malfoy to share. How could this have happened? What were the odds that he would get stuck in a broom closet with Malfoy?
Draco followed Harry in but he could barely catch his breath. He felt sweat running down his neck from the heat, and his stomach felt like it was tearing itself apart. Draco groaned. How was he going to get through this? The room was so small that him and Harry were almost touching.
"Malfoy, do that locking charm you did earlier today on the Hogwarts Express." Harry said, "If were lucky, maybe Filch will think were a boggart or something." Draco did what he was bid and then, promptly, fell to the floor clutching his stomach.
"What are you doing? Were ok now. No need to faint." Harry said in a harsh whisper. He bent down to look closer. Draco's face was extremely red and blotchy. His whole body was trembling fiercely.
"I haven't fainted you nutter. My stomach feels as if it's digesting itself" he said and started moaning rather loudly.
"What are you talking about? Malfoy stop it. Filch will hear you" Harry said. He was getting veeeerry irritated with this particular blond.
"I can't help it for God's sake! I'm in agony here!" Malfoy hissed and resumed moaning. "OOOOOOOOO."
"Um, can't you just, uh, I don't know, deal with the pain quietly so Filch doesn't hear us?" Harry asked hopefully.
Draco gave him a disgusted look and began moaning even louder then before. "OOOOOOOOOO."
"Ok, Ok. Jeez Malfoy. I don't know what to do. If maybe I knew how to transfigure a broomstick into a bottle of aspirin then-"
"ASPERINE?! ASPERINE?!! I'm dying over here Potter and all you can do is make up words?! Do something Damn it!" Draco yelled.
"Stop yelling! Filch will be by here any second and- he'll- hear- you!" Harry said through gritted teeth. "God you are so spoiled it's disgusting."
"OOOOOOOOO." Draco began moaning again.
"Stop it ok? Just- just wait a second. When my cousin Dudley was sick my aunt Petunia would stay with him and wipe his face with a cool cloth-"
"Potter. Listen to me carefully. I - DON'T - CAAARE-" Draco rudely interrupted.
Harry looked at him with utter loathing etched on his face and then shook his head as if to plainly say "it's not worth it". He then reached into a hidden pocket in his robes and pulled out a handkerchief. Draco watched warily as he unfolded it, muttering a spell to make a fountain of water gush all over the plain white piece of cloth. After that, he bent over Draco and made to press the cool compress against his skin.
"Potter, don't you dare touch my face with that ratty old thing." Draco snarled. Harry was leaning in too close to him, and Harry being close was never a good idea.
Harry snorted. "Shut up, Malfoy." He said and pressed the wet cloth against the other boy's neck.
"I mean it Potter I- ohhhhh, that does feel nice." Draco acquiesced as he felt Harry touch his skin. With this Draco's horrible cramps vanished leaving only the all encompassing heat that seemed to increase with Harry's ministrations.
"Does that feel better?" Harry asked, amusement was laced in these words but Draco didn't care. He was so close to Harry that he could smell him. He smelled of erotic spices and Harryness. Yes, he had his own unique smell and it was driving Draco wild.
"Mmmmmmm." Draco answered. Their breaths intermingled, and right then Draco would have given anything to alleviate the ache in his lips upon the raven haired boy's. He watched Harry through slitted lids and saw the boy's face screwed up in concentration as he leaned in closer to wipe Draco's face. With this movement one of Harry's thighs brushed against the inside of his own. Draco couldn't help but close his eyes and moan in pleasure.
Harry frowned at him. "What? It's not too cold is it?" he asked.
Draco looked into the totally oblivious boy's startling green eyes. "NO, it's perfect." He answered.
Harry, satisfied with this answer, continued wiping Draco's cheek with the cool cloth. Harry's thigh was so near Draco's crotch that it was driving him mad. Teasing him badly, but Draco didn't want to scare the other boy off by rubbing himself against it. He had to find a way to get Harry to lean in closer without him realizing what he was doing.
"My forehead." Draco said.
Harry looked at him in confusion. "What?" he asked.
"I want you to wipe my forehead you imbecile."
"Oh." Harry said. He moved in closer and leaned forward to reach Draco's forehead. Now Harry's thigh was definitely pressed against Draco's crotch. He purred appreciatively.
"Malfoy?"
"What Potter?" Draco snarled, irritated that Harry was ruining the moment.
"You just purred." He stated plainly, still wiping Draco's forehead.
"No Potter, you heard wrong. Malfoys don't purr."
This time a frown knitted Harry's brows, but he remained quiet. Draco once again went into a dreamy state. Totally content at having his Harry so near. Wait a sec - since when has Harry been HIS Harry?
"Mmm, this Handkerchief smells like you Harry." Draco murmured.
"What?" Hary asked looking down at him in confusion.
"What?" Draco answered, the sensation of fear crawling up his spine. He hadn't meant for that to come out.
"You just said something." Harry answered.
"No I didn't." Draco responded.
Harry leaned back. Damn it! Why is it he's always ruining everything?
"Yes you did." Harry insisted, "you said something about my handkerchief smelling."
"I did not. There must be a a garden snake in here or something, hissing things at you." Draco said nervously, looking up at him.
"Oh." Harry said and got up. He folded his handkerchief up and made to put it into his pocket but he somehow missed it and it fell unnoticeably unto the floor.
'Where the Hell is HE going?' Draco thought. "Where - where are you going?" he asked, quite successfully keeping the disappointment out of his voice.
"Back to my common room. Filch should have passed this room by now." Harry answered. He looked back at Malfoy on the floor. The boy did look considerably better then he did awhile ago, so Harry felt no guilt about leaving the slytherin there.
"Good luck with the whole veela thing Malfoy." Harry said and performed alohomora on the stubborn door. Without looking back once, Harry left the transfiguration classroom and made his way to his dorm.
~*~
When Draco heard Harry close the door to the outer classroom he was immediately filled with a deep - what? A deep disappointment? A deep depression? Both? He didn't know. Draco rolled over and pushed himself up with his elbows. The feelings inside of him were struggling to reach the surface, but all they were accomplishing was giving him a great deal of confusion and indigestion. But somehow they were all pointing to the same thing.
Harry Potter was his heartmate.
Draco moaned again. The heat wave and stomach cramps were coming back with a vengeance. But this time - this time it was different. Instead of just feeling them now he WAS them. He WAS the heat traveling through his body, he WAS the pain in his gut. And then, he seemed to be ABOVE them. He felt elated. There was a bubble of power building in his chest, and his soul felt as if it were floating. Gingerly Draco got up and picked up the handkerchief Harry left behind. He searched the floor and transfigured a tiny pebble he found into a fluffy pillow for him to sit on. Which he did. Draco was feeling higher and higher as each second passed. He pressed the piece of cloth to his face. It had both the smell of him and Harry mixed together.
Perfect.
Quite suddenly, he reached the highest pier, and the bubble building in his chest burst. Leaving Draco spiraling back into reality face first, shivering on his pillow.
Of all the millions of times Draco had imagined where he would be at this exact moment it was never in a musky, dusty broom closet, in an empty transfiguration classroom, longing - longing for Harry Potter. And thus so, Draconis Lucius Malfoy received his Inheritance.
In a dusty and musky broom closet.
In an empty transfiguration classroom.
Alone.
And Longing for Harry Potter.
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A/N: Whew! Now that was tiring. there's your chapter 3. I hope you all enjoyed it. Now that I have access 24/7 to a working computer, the next chapter should be out much faster than this one. And if its not, I give you all full permission to email me and basically kick my butt until it is. Read and review pwease!!!
Byeness. ;)