AN: At last! The long awaited arrival of Tom Gadden and Farrell Stillwell!
If y'all don't remember that SPECIAL DISCLAIMER from a few chapters ago,
Tom Gadden is MY ORIGINAL CHARACTER, and if you want to borrow him, ASK ME
FIRST. And Farrell Stillwell is Ariadne Black's. I am borrowing him and
Ariadne. So, ask her for those two.
P.S. I love bananas.
Chapter 7
Harry and Draco awoke on time, just as they had done for two months, and they crept off in opposite directions, just as they had done for two months, and they snuck into their respective Common Room's, just as they had done for two months, and they fell asleep wanting each other, just as they had done for two months.
When Harry woke up the next morning, he thought he remembered something different about last night's lovemaking than before. It had been Draco's turn to take Harry in, and Harry had enjoyed it. 'I love him,' Harry had realized last night. "And I still do."
"What was that, Harry?" Ron asked groggily, as he rolled over and looked at his roommate.
"Nothing, Ron."
"Oh, OK." Ron paused to rub his eyes. "Where were you last night?" He sat up and yawned. "Me and Hermione missed you. We did all the homework. But you can copy. Just don't tell Hermione."
"OK, thanks," commented Harry, who quickly dodged the question with a mumbled reply, and darted out of the room.
"Where are you going?" Yelled Ron out the door.
"For a walk! I'll be back later, Ron, ok?" Harry didn't wait for a reply. Instead, he ran out of the Gryffindor Common Room. He needed time and silence to try and remember just what he had said and done to Draco last night to make it so different.
*~*Time Jump*~*
Harry had been walking aimlessly around the castle for about an hour before it struck him. It came in the form of an ink pellet from Peeves.
Harry was struck from behind, totally surprised. As he turned around, his hand to the back of his head, he yelled at Peeves, "PEEVES! Get away from me! I am NOT IN THE MOOD!!!"
"Tsk, tsk, Potter! Yelling so loud so early! You'll wake the whole castle!"
"Peeves, sometimes I hate you!"
"Nonsense, Harry Potter! You love me! Everyone loves me!" And Peeves floated off. But Harry remained where he was, frozen in place. Peeves voice echoed in his head. 'Love me...love me...love me...love me...' Slowly, it changed into his words, and his voice. 'Love you...I love you...I love you...I love you...' He moaned in horror, and collapsed upon the cold, hard stone floor.
*~*Time Jump*~*
"Harry, Harry wake up. C'mon Harry, wake up!" This was a soft voice, calm, quiet, and soothing. Like smooth silk, rubbing along his skin.
"Hurry up and wake him! If Madam Pomfrey catches us, she'll have our heads!" This was another voice, deeper, but just as smooth.
Harry recognized the two voices as those of Tom Gadden and Farrell Stillwell. They were both Ravenclaws, and very friendly with each other. Ever since his relationship with Draco, Harry had wondered about that relationship. They were reputed to disappear at night, and not reappear until morning, looking scruffy and out of breath. Harry wondered if he and Draco had been the only one using that room.
"I'm hurrying!" Tom chuckled, a low, deep rumbling in his chest. "Remember that bed, Farrell? OH, what a good time-"
"Yes, yes, of COURSE I remember that bed! I remember all of them! But right now, you need to wake up Harry in THIS bed!"
"It's alright, boys, I'm awake." Tom and Farrell jumped. "And just what do you two remember about that bed? I seem to remember that Farrell pretended to be sick to stay here overnight."
Farrell and Tom looked anxiously at one another, and blushed.
"Are you two...?"
"No time for us, Harry," Tom cut in. "Farrell and I found you in the hallway. We need to know what you were doing there. You were on the third floor, you know. Near a certain room..."
"Really? Wow. I must have been going-"
"No time!" Farrell exclaimed, his voice a bit higher due to stress. "We've got to go, quick! Talk to us later, in Herbology!" Farrell grabbed Tom's hand, and the two ran to the window. Farrell climbed out, and Tom put one leg over the ledge.
"Bye, Harry!" He waved, and disappeared from view.
'I wonder what that was about? Was I really near that room? It's possible I went instinctively. I was thinking about that night...but how did Tom and Farrell know about it? Well, I'm sure they'll tell me it all soon enough.' As Harry reached this conclusion, Madam Pomfrey bustled in.
"Now then, Harry, it seems you had a fall. Two Ravenclaws found you, and brought you to me. You have your first class in an hour. I want you to take it easy, and if you feel dizzy, or squeamish, or if your head hurts, or anything at all, come see me. I am afraid you have a concussion, but until evidence is presented, I can't treat you for it. OK?"
"Yes, Madam Pomfrey. Can I go now?"
"Yes. I believe breakfast will just be being served. Go on now. Just remember to come back if you feel sick in any way whatsoever!"
"Yes, Madam Pomfrey. Thanks!" Harry leapt up and ran out of the Hospital Wing, Madam Pomfrey yelling after him to slow down.
*~*Time Jump*~*
Harry arrived just in time for breakfast. He caught a seat next to Ron and Hermione, eating quickly. He bent low over his food, staring avidly at his lover. As he stared at Draco, Draco slowly turned his face and looked back at him. Harry stopped breathing, stopped eating, stopped everything he was doing, conscious or otherwise. Draco smiled at him, and turned away.
"Harry? Harry, I asked you a question. Could you at least pretend to e listening to me?" Hermione sighed. "You boys wonder why girls never talk to you, and then when we do, all you do is ignore us! Honestly!"
"Huh? Oh, sorry Hermione. What were you saying?"
"Nothing, it doesn't really concern you. What are you staring at so avidly anyways?"
"Nothing, nothing..."
"Mate, it looks to me like your staring at Malfoy," Ron piped in. "I hate him. He is so obnoxious, I just want to rip his head off of his-"
Ron was cut off by Harry's fingers around his throat. "Stop talking about him like that. There is no reason to."
"Ge...Geroff!" Ron threw Harry from his seat. "What's gotten into you, mate? You never seem to be yourself anymore! You've missed Quidditch practice! And you are always staring at that Malfoy. I hate him, but I don't stare at him!" Hermione kicked him under the table.
"Uh, Harry, Ron and I are going to the library before class. We'll see you there, OK?"
"OK, Hermione. I'll see you two later...and Ron? I'm sorry. I...I just didn't get a lot of sleep. I'm sorry..."
"That's ok, mate. We'll see you later." Ron and Hermione got up and left, glancing back at Harry over their shoulders, and waving.
Harry, as soon as he was sure they had left, jumped up and headed towards the greenhouses. As he left, Tom and Farrell, sitting at the Ravenclaw table, exchanged looks before getting up and following him.
And behind them, Draco stood, excusing himself from his followers, and walking out.
Harry made it to the greenhouse well enough. But as he got there, he broke into loud, racking sobs. Slumping down, resting against the wall of the greenhouse, he put his face in his hands.
'My own mates hate him! How can I live with that? How can I live with my own mates hating the one I love? He doesn't mean what he says. He told me so himself. He doesn't say those things because he means them; he says them because he has to. It isn't his fault.'
"It isn't his fault!" Harry exclaimed. He looked up, and saw Tom and Farrell walking towards him. When they saw his tearstained face, they sped up their pace. When they reached him, both took one side, sitting down and rubbing his shoulders.
"Shhh, Harry, it's OK. Everything will be OK." Tom said, putting his forehead to Harry's. "I'm sure it'll all work out. I know it will. Shhh." Harry grabbed Tom's shoulders and hugged him fiercely. Tom looked at Farrell for help, who just smiled and shrugged.
Above them, Draco stood. He watched Harry, his one true love, hug another boy. 'At least I thought he was my one true love. I guess I was wrong.' He turned and walked away, ignoring how Harry yelled his name.
Harry had spotted Draco above Tom's shoulders and released him, yelling for Draco. He stood and went to run after him, but Tom and Farrell caught him.
"Harry, we need to talk." Farrell stated it flatly, with very little inflection in his tone.
"Yeah, we know about you and Draco." Tom flipped his long, brown, curly bangs from his face. "We want you to tell us how you feel about him. Seriously."
"We have been hearing a few rumors about him."
"What...what have you heard?" Harry sniffled in the way of a reply.
"Nothing major," Tom replied. "Just stuff like...oh, I don't know..."
"That he's been sleeping around." Farrell cut off Tom, who glared at him. "We've heard he has been sneaking around with at least one person from each House."
"Oh yeah? And who was spreading these...rumors?" Harry spat the last word as if it were poison. Tom and Farrell glanced at each other, then at their shoes. "Well?"
"Uh...well...to tell you the truth...Draco was. He was...kinda bragging about it." Tom felt like he had just had all of his teeth pulled by a particularly sadistic dentist. "We're sorry..."
"Really, Harry, Tom is right. We are sorry. I mean, we may dabble here or there, but we stick to us. Draco, though, has been playing you."
"Wait a second, are you to...?"
"No time, Harry. Professor Sprout needs us for a bit. We'll see you later." Tom grabbed Farrell's arm and sped off.
Harry jumped up and chased after Draco.
Draco was walking towards his dormitory when Harry caught up to him.
"Malfoy! I want a word with you!"
"Too bad, Potter. I'm not in the mood for you. Nor will I ever be again."
"Malfoy, the way I hear it, I'm the one that should be ignoring you!"
Malfoy stopped and turned. "What?"
"That's right. I heard that you were bragging about sleeping with someone from every House in Hogwarts."
"Harry, you know I would never do that to you! And, besides...let's go somewhere more private to finish this discussion." The two walked into an empty classroom and locked the door. "Harry, I love you."
"I thought I loved you, too. But apparently you're just using me to have bragging rights. How could I have bought that crap about not meaning what you say about my friends? You mean every word."
"Harry, I don't..."
"Stop lying to me, Draco. I loved you. And you betrayed me. Goodbye."
Harry turned around and left.
*~*End Chapter 7*~*
AN: Wow. I like it. But no reviews. So, until I get more, no more story. That's right. I am holding future chapters of my story hostage for reviews. I am THAT desperate. So REVIEW!!!
AN 2: I like it. Just wait and see where it goes. And I think Tom and Farrell are out of the story now. *Hands Farrell back to Ariadne*
P.S. I love bananas.
Chapter 7
Harry and Draco awoke on time, just as they had done for two months, and they crept off in opposite directions, just as they had done for two months, and they snuck into their respective Common Room's, just as they had done for two months, and they fell asleep wanting each other, just as they had done for two months.
When Harry woke up the next morning, he thought he remembered something different about last night's lovemaking than before. It had been Draco's turn to take Harry in, and Harry had enjoyed it. 'I love him,' Harry had realized last night. "And I still do."
"What was that, Harry?" Ron asked groggily, as he rolled over and looked at his roommate.
"Nothing, Ron."
"Oh, OK." Ron paused to rub his eyes. "Where were you last night?" He sat up and yawned. "Me and Hermione missed you. We did all the homework. But you can copy. Just don't tell Hermione."
"OK, thanks," commented Harry, who quickly dodged the question with a mumbled reply, and darted out of the room.
"Where are you going?" Yelled Ron out the door.
"For a walk! I'll be back later, Ron, ok?" Harry didn't wait for a reply. Instead, he ran out of the Gryffindor Common Room. He needed time and silence to try and remember just what he had said and done to Draco last night to make it so different.
*~*Time Jump*~*
Harry had been walking aimlessly around the castle for about an hour before it struck him. It came in the form of an ink pellet from Peeves.
Harry was struck from behind, totally surprised. As he turned around, his hand to the back of his head, he yelled at Peeves, "PEEVES! Get away from me! I am NOT IN THE MOOD!!!"
"Tsk, tsk, Potter! Yelling so loud so early! You'll wake the whole castle!"
"Peeves, sometimes I hate you!"
"Nonsense, Harry Potter! You love me! Everyone loves me!" And Peeves floated off. But Harry remained where he was, frozen in place. Peeves voice echoed in his head. 'Love me...love me...love me...love me...' Slowly, it changed into his words, and his voice. 'Love you...I love you...I love you...I love you...' He moaned in horror, and collapsed upon the cold, hard stone floor.
*~*Time Jump*~*
"Harry, Harry wake up. C'mon Harry, wake up!" This was a soft voice, calm, quiet, and soothing. Like smooth silk, rubbing along his skin.
"Hurry up and wake him! If Madam Pomfrey catches us, she'll have our heads!" This was another voice, deeper, but just as smooth.
Harry recognized the two voices as those of Tom Gadden and Farrell Stillwell. They were both Ravenclaws, and very friendly with each other. Ever since his relationship with Draco, Harry had wondered about that relationship. They were reputed to disappear at night, and not reappear until morning, looking scruffy and out of breath. Harry wondered if he and Draco had been the only one using that room.
"I'm hurrying!" Tom chuckled, a low, deep rumbling in his chest. "Remember that bed, Farrell? OH, what a good time-"
"Yes, yes, of COURSE I remember that bed! I remember all of them! But right now, you need to wake up Harry in THIS bed!"
"It's alright, boys, I'm awake." Tom and Farrell jumped. "And just what do you two remember about that bed? I seem to remember that Farrell pretended to be sick to stay here overnight."
Farrell and Tom looked anxiously at one another, and blushed.
"Are you two...?"
"No time for us, Harry," Tom cut in. "Farrell and I found you in the hallway. We need to know what you were doing there. You were on the third floor, you know. Near a certain room..."
"Really? Wow. I must have been going-"
"No time!" Farrell exclaimed, his voice a bit higher due to stress. "We've got to go, quick! Talk to us later, in Herbology!" Farrell grabbed Tom's hand, and the two ran to the window. Farrell climbed out, and Tom put one leg over the ledge.
"Bye, Harry!" He waved, and disappeared from view.
'I wonder what that was about? Was I really near that room? It's possible I went instinctively. I was thinking about that night...but how did Tom and Farrell know about it? Well, I'm sure they'll tell me it all soon enough.' As Harry reached this conclusion, Madam Pomfrey bustled in.
"Now then, Harry, it seems you had a fall. Two Ravenclaws found you, and brought you to me. You have your first class in an hour. I want you to take it easy, and if you feel dizzy, or squeamish, or if your head hurts, or anything at all, come see me. I am afraid you have a concussion, but until evidence is presented, I can't treat you for it. OK?"
"Yes, Madam Pomfrey. Can I go now?"
"Yes. I believe breakfast will just be being served. Go on now. Just remember to come back if you feel sick in any way whatsoever!"
"Yes, Madam Pomfrey. Thanks!" Harry leapt up and ran out of the Hospital Wing, Madam Pomfrey yelling after him to slow down.
*~*Time Jump*~*
Harry arrived just in time for breakfast. He caught a seat next to Ron and Hermione, eating quickly. He bent low over his food, staring avidly at his lover. As he stared at Draco, Draco slowly turned his face and looked back at him. Harry stopped breathing, stopped eating, stopped everything he was doing, conscious or otherwise. Draco smiled at him, and turned away.
"Harry? Harry, I asked you a question. Could you at least pretend to e listening to me?" Hermione sighed. "You boys wonder why girls never talk to you, and then when we do, all you do is ignore us! Honestly!"
"Huh? Oh, sorry Hermione. What were you saying?"
"Nothing, it doesn't really concern you. What are you staring at so avidly anyways?"
"Nothing, nothing..."
"Mate, it looks to me like your staring at Malfoy," Ron piped in. "I hate him. He is so obnoxious, I just want to rip his head off of his-"
Ron was cut off by Harry's fingers around his throat. "Stop talking about him like that. There is no reason to."
"Ge...Geroff!" Ron threw Harry from his seat. "What's gotten into you, mate? You never seem to be yourself anymore! You've missed Quidditch practice! And you are always staring at that Malfoy. I hate him, but I don't stare at him!" Hermione kicked him under the table.
"Uh, Harry, Ron and I are going to the library before class. We'll see you there, OK?"
"OK, Hermione. I'll see you two later...and Ron? I'm sorry. I...I just didn't get a lot of sleep. I'm sorry..."
"That's ok, mate. We'll see you later." Ron and Hermione got up and left, glancing back at Harry over their shoulders, and waving.
Harry, as soon as he was sure they had left, jumped up and headed towards the greenhouses. As he left, Tom and Farrell, sitting at the Ravenclaw table, exchanged looks before getting up and following him.
And behind them, Draco stood, excusing himself from his followers, and walking out.
Harry made it to the greenhouse well enough. But as he got there, he broke into loud, racking sobs. Slumping down, resting against the wall of the greenhouse, he put his face in his hands.
'My own mates hate him! How can I live with that? How can I live with my own mates hating the one I love? He doesn't mean what he says. He told me so himself. He doesn't say those things because he means them; he says them because he has to. It isn't his fault.'
"It isn't his fault!" Harry exclaimed. He looked up, and saw Tom and Farrell walking towards him. When they saw his tearstained face, they sped up their pace. When they reached him, both took one side, sitting down and rubbing his shoulders.
"Shhh, Harry, it's OK. Everything will be OK." Tom said, putting his forehead to Harry's. "I'm sure it'll all work out. I know it will. Shhh." Harry grabbed Tom's shoulders and hugged him fiercely. Tom looked at Farrell for help, who just smiled and shrugged.
Above them, Draco stood. He watched Harry, his one true love, hug another boy. 'At least I thought he was my one true love. I guess I was wrong.' He turned and walked away, ignoring how Harry yelled his name.
Harry had spotted Draco above Tom's shoulders and released him, yelling for Draco. He stood and went to run after him, but Tom and Farrell caught him.
"Harry, we need to talk." Farrell stated it flatly, with very little inflection in his tone.
"Yeah, we know about you and Draco." Tom flipped his long, brown, curly bangs from his face. "We want you to tell us how you feel about him. Seriously."
"We have been hearing a few rumors about him."
"What...what have you heard?" Harry sniffled in the way of a reply.
"Nothing major," Tom replied. "Just stuff like...oh, I don't know..."
"That he's been sleeping around." Farrell cut off Tom, who glared at him. "We've heard he has been sneaking around with at least one person from each House."
"Oh yeah? And who was spreading these...rumors?" Harry spat the last word as if it were poison. Tom and Farrell glanced at each other, then at their shoes. "Well?"
"Uh...well...to tell you the truth...Draco was. He was...kinda bragging about it." Tom felt like he had just had all of his teeth pulled by a particularly sadistic dentist. "We're sorry..."
"Really, Harry, Tom is right. We are sorry. I mean, we may dabble here or there, but we stick to us. Draco, though, has been playing you."
"Wait a second, are you to...?"
"No time, Harry. Professor Sprout needs us for a bit. We'll see you later." Tom grabbed Farrell's arm and sped off.
Harry jumped up and chased after Draco.
Draco was walking towards his dormitory when Harry caught up to him.
"Malfoy! I want a word with you!"
"Too bad, Potter. I'm not in the mood for you. Nor will I ever be again."
"Malfoy, the way I hear it, I'm the one that should be ignoring you!"
Malfoy stopped and turned. "What?"
"That's right. I heard that you were bragging about sleeping with someone from every House in Hogwarts."
"Harry, you know I would never do that to you! And, besides...let's go somewhere more private to finish this discussion." The two walked into an empty classroom and locked the door. "Harry, I love you."
"I thought I loved you, too. But apparently you're just using me to have bragging rights. How could I have bought that crap about not meaning what you say about my friends? You mean every word."
"Harry, I don't..."
"Stop lying to me, Draco. I loved you. And you betrayed me. Goodbye."
Harry turned around and left.
*~*End Chapter 7*~*
AN: Wow. I like it. But no reviews. So, until I get more, no more story. That's right. I am holding future chapters of my story hostage for reviews. I am THAT desperate. So REVIEW!!!
AN 2: I like it. Just wait and see where it goes. And I think Tom and Farrell are out of the story now. *Hands Farrell back to Ariadne*