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at all . . .
This is my second chapter! I really liked this one! It developed pretty well!! Enjoy!!
Summary: things start developing on their own accord, but both boys are still in denial but not for long . . . *evil grin*
The Games of Life
Chapter 2
The rest of the day went by very slow for Harry. He gave up on trying to listen in classes and gave his full attention on staying awake. When they were finally dismissed from Charms, the last class of the day all Harry could think of was going back to Gryffindor Tower and collapsing on his bed. But then he remembered that he only had about thirty minutes before his detention with Snape. Angry, tired and irritated he walked to dinner with Ron and Hermione, who were having a heated discussion whether or not they should go to the party at the end of this week that Dumbeldore arranged for them all as a welcoming present back to Hogwarts.
"I mean, a party when school just started? No one will be able to finish his homework assignments on time!" said Hermione.
"God, Hermione, everyone will be there! It's going to be a lot of fun! We need this! All you ever think about is homework this and homework that! Are you sure that's not you're middle name?"
Harry chuckled.
Hermione looked furious, "I do not think only about homework! And for your information I will attend that party! So huh!" she gave Ron and Harry a cold look and hurried past them to the table and sat next to Neville.
"Blimey, those women, I just don't get them," said Ron.
They sat themselves in front of Hermione and Neville.
"So are you going to that party this weekend?" asked Neville.
"Sure am!" said Ron.
"How about you, Harry? . . . Harry?"
Ron nudged Harry who was again drifting to sleep.
"I'm sorry, what was the question?"
"Harry, I think you need this" Hermione took out her wand and whispered something to his pumpkin juice, the water turned slightly pink. "It helps me whenever I feel I'm falling asleep"
"What is it?" asked Harry looking suspiciously at the bubbling potion in front of him.
"It kind of like coffee but just stronger, don't worry Harry, it will keep you pretty awake for the next two hours"
"Thanks, mione" he drank the potion with one gulp. Its taste was very bitter and it burned his throat slightly. Then suddenly he felt himself more energized, a lot more refreshed as if someone threw a bucket with icy water all over his face. He opened his eyes widely. "Wow Hermione! I don't feel tired at all!"
Hermione chuckled. "Well, it lasts for two hours and then you get back to your original state, you can only use it once every twenty four hours or else you can get some ugly side effects"
"And how would you know?" asked Ron slightly amused.
"I'm just stating facts! It's not like it happened to me!" she said very much annoyed.
Ron and Harry exchanged amused looks between themselves.
Harry parted with Ron, Hermione and Neville and headed out of the Great Hall. He entered the dark corridors lit only by few candles here and there. He walked as quickly as his legs let him, trying to remember the way to the dungeons. When he finally got to Snape's office, he stood before the door and knocked once.
"Come in" came the familiar voice of Snape.
Harry opened the door and walked in. inside Snape was sitting in front of his desk, parchment was all over it and he was scribbling something on one of them. He didn't even look at Harry when he came in.
Harry stood by the door, waiting, not knowing what to do.
Snape then dropped his quill and got out of his sit abruptly. "Follow me, Potter" he said and got out of his office.
Harry swallowed and followed Snape down the dungeons. Where were they going? He thought to himself.
Snape led him down the long dark corridors. Those corridors looked slightly familiar to Harry since he already walked these once with Ron being disguised as Crabbe and Goyle. He now knew that Snape was leading him to the Slytherin's dungeons. Harry had a bad feeling about this.
When they finally got there, Snape whispered something and a door opened. "Potter I want you clean this common room as best as you can! You better hurry though, you don't want people to see the famous Harry Potter cleaning, do you?" he smirked and walked away.
He knows that it's the house elves job to clean everything but he has to find a way to humiliate me somehow, doesn't he? He thought to himself.
Harry angrily entered the Slytherin common room. To his great relief it was empty. Probably all of them are still in the Great Hall, he thought to himself. The common room was indeed very dirty, paper bags, tissues and popped balloons were everywhere. They probably had some kind of a party here, how typical of them, he thought. He grabbed a big bag lying on the floor and started picking up the trash around the common room as quickly as he could. He went to pick up some kind of a squashed cake behind the sofa when he noticed two jet-black shiny shoes stand right there in front of him. He swallowed. He raised himself slowly from the shoes to the pants to the shirt with the black cloak with the Slytherin symbol on it to finally meet a pair of cold shiny grey eyes staring evilly at him barely a couple of inches from him.
"Potter what the hell are you doing here?" Draco smirked, his right eyebrow raised as elegantly as always.
"It's none of your god damn business Malfoy" Sneered Harry.
"Oh but it is, you see this is my common room and you have no business here! So get lost Potter!"
"I would love to leave this disgusting place you call common room but if you forgot I have detention with Snape"
"Ha" chuckled Draco. "How silly of me to forget, you just go right ahead and keep cleaning" he chuckled again. He went to the nearest sofa and sat down, arms crossed in front of his chest, eyes staring at Harry, and a huge evil grin on his face, waiting.
Harry gave him an ugly look before continuing with his job. He tried to ignore that damn Slytherin but he could feel those eyes following him wherever he went. He picked up every popped balloon, every half eaten cake, and every used tissue from the floor with great speed while Draco was still following him with his gaze. After a great deal of cleaning he felt he was done. He headed towards the exit still ignoring Draco.
"You missed a spot, Potter!" called Draco after him.
Harry turned around. Draco pointed his finger at a small piece of tissue paper lying right next to his shoe.
"I'm not picking that up, Malfoy" Harry said slightly irritated.
"Oh yes you are! Or else I'll tell Snape you didn't do your job properly and then you'll get another detention, Potter!" he smirked evilly.
There is no way I'm picking that up! I know what he's trying to do! I'm not going to let him humiliate me! But then if I won't I know he'll tell Snape and then I'll get another detention. Great, that what I need, another detention.
Harry walked toward Draco. He stood above Draco, looked him in the eyes coldly. And slowly bent over to pick up that tissue paper.
"I could get used to it" Draco smirked, looking down upon Harry.
"THAT'S IT!" shouted Harry and launched himself at Draco.
He jumped on him grabbing his neck with his two hands, now pinning Draco to the sofa with his weight upon him. Draco smiled evilly while gasping for air.
"Say you're sorry, Malfoy or I swear I'll kill you!"
Draco only gave him another sly smile and his silvery cold eyes glinted, his lips already turning blue. Harry noticed that and let go of his neck. Draco gasped heavily as air filled his lungs.
"You stupid git!" Harry shouted.
Draco used this opportunity and kicked Harry off him to the floor. Harry fell with his back on the floor. Draco jumped on top of him now and grabbed his hair.
"You think you could fool with a Malfoy?" and he banged Harry's head against the floor. Harry felt like his head split in two.
Harry Grabbed Draco's Hair tightly as he could and yelled "let go of my hair you stupid git!"
"No! You let go first!" yelled Draco.
Both now pulling each other's hair, their faces contorted with pain.
Draco suddenly let go of Harry's hair and punched him in the face with his right fist. Harry gasped with pain. He then repeated this with his left fist. Harry was already bleeding, his lips bruised with cuts. Harry raised his right fist with all his might and punched Draco in the stomach and then with his left fist. Draco squirmed with pain and collapsed on top of Harry, holding his bruised stomach with his two hands. Harry closed his eyes, catching his breath, his face aching with blood trickling from his lips. He then realized that Draco was on top of him. His head nestled in Harry's neck weeping silently into it, his small short breathes upon his skin made his shiver.
"Are you okay Malfoy?" managed Harry to gasp.
Slowly Malfoy raised his head, his silvery cold eyes watery now.
Wow, Harry was astonished, he didn't know Malfoy could show any kind of emotions.
"You stupid fuck! I had surgery this summer and I think you just managed to open my cut!" he breathed heavily with pain.
He rolled of Harry onto his back.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know!" said Harry while sitting on his knees in front of Draco and wiping his blood with his sleeve.
Draco closed his eyes, still breathing very heavily holding his stomach.
Harry felt so sorry for Draco at that moment. Seeing him in pain, suffering, instead of feeling satisfaction Harry felt guilty, he wanted to help him.
"I'm so sorry" he said again. Now slightly scared.
Harry bent over Draco and took his hands in his and put them on either side of him. Draco had his eyes still shut. His chest going up and down, up and down. He then opened Draco's cloak slightly and pulled his shirt slightly up.
"What are you doing, Potter?" demanded Draco with gritted teeth; he raised his head to look at Harry.
"I'm trying to help you," Sneered Harry. "Now be quiet"
Draco let his head fall back to the floor.
Harry then raised Draco's shirt even more until his eyes came to see a very swollen cut filled with stitches right above Draco's navel, right under his very visible going up and down, up and down right lung. One of the stitches was bleeding painfully now and the blood trickled down Draco's stomach and to the side on the carpet. Harry gasped in shock. He knew only one spell that Hermione taught him not long ago and this was all he could think of right now.
"I'm going to cast a spell right now, it will stop the bleeding but you will still feel the pain" said Harry.
"Great" Draco gasped, his eyes now shut.
"I'm really trying, Malfoy, that's all I could remember from Hermione"
"I don't want any mudblood's help!" he sneered barely.
"Watch it, Malfoy!" warned Harry his wand pushing lightly at the aching stitch.
"Ahh" groaned Draco with pain "okay, okay, just get this over with!"
Harry whispered some kind of a spell and red glowing sparkles flew from the tip of his wand. Draco's stitch regrew itself and the bleeding stopped. Harry took his sleeve and wiped Draco's blood lightly from his stomach. Draco gasped. Was it pain or pleasure Harry couldn't tell.
Draco's stomach was very pale, sun wasn't his friend, thought Harry to himself. But if was very nice built indeed, Harry always thought Draco had a nice built body not in a homosexual way of course, of course, of course . . . of course!. And now it was kind of amusing seeing Draco relax under Harry's gentle touches, to see Draco's muscles twitch with the lightest of touches. Harry then realized that he already completely wiped all the blood from Draco's stomach. What the hell was he doing still? He quickly put the cloth away and pulled Draco's shirt back down.
"Its over, Malfoy, you can open your eyes now" Harry said not taking his eyes off Draco's face. "Malfoy?"
Draco didn't answer, he just laid there his eyes closed, mouth slightly open, breathing.
Well he's not dead, that's for sure, smirked Harry to himself.
Harry leaned forward his face now inches from Draco's. "Malfoy?" he asked again. His breath brushed Draco's cheek. Draco shivered. Harry noticed.
Draco slowly opened his eyes. Silver grey cold eyes but not so cold anymore, they were washed with something, something unfamiliar to Harry.
Harry's own beautiful green shining eyes looked with much concern into Draco's. "Are you okay, Malfoy?" he asked even though his own lip started bleeding again.
Draco seemed nervous. He couldn't look at the Gryffindor's eyes anymore for some reason. He shut his eyes.
"I'm fine!" he sneered. "Thanks for nothing, Potter! It still hurts!"
Harry rolled his eyes. He almost felt as something was happening but then Draco ruined it.
"Well I'm leaving then, goodbye Malfoy" he said and got up.
"Get out of here already!" shouted Draco breathing heavily again, eyes still shut.
Harry scrambled his things and his trash bag and hurriedly got up and left with one last glance at the lying Slytherin. He could have sworn he saw a small smile on his face and it wasn't even a sneering one . . .
A/N- Do you like it? Should I go on with my story or should I just give up now? Please review and tell me your honest opinion!!
This is my second chapter! I really liked this one! It developed pretty well!! Enjoy!!
Summary: things start developing on their own accord, but both boys are still in denial but not for long . . . *evil grin*
The Games of Life
Chapter 2
The rest of the day went by very slow for Harry. He gave up on trying to listen in classes and gave his full attention on staying awake. When they were finally dismissed from Charms, the last class of the day all Harry could think of was going back to Gryffindor Tower and collapsing on his bed. But then he remembered that he only had about thirty minutes before his detention with Snape. Angry, tired and irritated he walked to dinner with Ron and Hermione, who were having a heated discussion whether or not they should go to the party at the end of this week that Dumbeldore arranged for them all as a welcoming present back to Hogwarts.
"I mean, a party when school just started? No one will be able to finish his homework assignments on time!" said Hermione.
"God, Hermione, everyone will be there! It's going to be a lot of fun! We need this! All you ever think about is homework this and homework that! Are you sure that's not you're middle name?"
Harry chuckled.
Hermione looked furious, "I do not think only about homework! And for your information I will attend that party! So huh!" she gave Ron and Harry a cold look and hurried past them to the table and sat next to Neville.
"Blimey, those women, I just don't get them," said Ron.
They sat themselves in front of Hermione and Neville.
"So are you going to that party this weekend?" asked Neville.
"Sure am!" said Ron.
"How about you, Harry? . . . Harry?"
Ron nudged Harry who was again drifting to sleep.
"I'm sorry, what was the question?"
"Harry, I think you need this" Hermione took out her wand and whispered something to his pumpkin juice, the water turned slightly pink. "It helps me whenever I feel I'm falling asleep"
"What is it?" asked Harry looking suspiciously at the bubbling potion in front of him.
"It kind of like coffee but just stronger, don't worry Harry, it will keep you pretty awake for the next two hours"
"Thanks, mione" he drank the potion with one gulp. Its taste was very bitter and it burned his throat slightly. Then suddenly he felt himself more energized, a lot more refreshed as if someone threw a bucket with icy water all over his face. He opened his eyes widely. "Wow Hermione! I don't feel tired at all!"
Hermione chuckled. "Well, it lasts for two hours and then you get back to your original state, you can only use it once every twenty four hours or else you can get some ugly side effects"
"And how would you know?" asked Ron slightly amused.
"I'm just stating facts! It's not like it happened to me!" she said very much annoyed.
Ron and Harry exchanged amused looks between themselves.
Harry parted with Ron, Hermione and Neville and headed out of the Great Hall. He entered the dark corridors lit only by few candles here and there. He walked as quickly as his legs let him, trying to remember the way to the dungeons. When he finally got to Snape's office, he stood before the door and knocked once.
"Come in" came the familiar voice of Snape.
Harry opened the door and walked in. inside Snape was sitting in front of his desk, parchment was all over it and he was scribbling something on one of them. He didn't even look at Harry when he came in.
Harry stood by the door, waiting, not knowing what to do.
Snape then dropped his quill and got out of his sit abruptly. "Follow me, Potter" he said and got out of his office.
Harry swallowed and followed Snape down the dungeons. Where were they going? He thought to himself.
Snape led him down the long dark corridors. Those corridors looked slightly familiar to Harry since he already walked these once with Ron being disguised as Crabbe and Goyle. He now knew that Snape was leading him to the Slytherin's dungeons. Harry had a bad feeling about this.
When they finally got there, Snape whispered something and a door opened. "Potter I want you clean this common room as best as you can! You better hurry though, you don't want people to see the famous Harry Potter cleaning, do you?" he smirked and walked away.
He knows that it's the house elves job to clean everything but he has to find a way to humiliate me somehow, doesn't he? He thought to himself.
Harry angrily entered the Slytherin common room. To his great relief it was empty. Probably all of them are still in the Great Hall, he thought to himself. The common room was indeed very dirty, paper bags, tissues and popped balloons were everywhere. They probably had some kind of a party here, how typical of them, he thought. He grabbed a big bag lying on the floor and started picking up the trash around the common room as quickly as he could. He went to pick up some kind of a squashed cake behind the sofa when he noticed two jet-black shiny shoes stand right there in front of him. He swallowed. He raised himself slowly from the shoes to the pants to the shirt with the black cloak with the Slytherin symbol on it to finally meet a pair of cold shiny grey eyes staring evilly at him barely a couple of inches from him.
"Potter what the hell are you doing here?" Draco smirked, his right eyebrow raised as elegantly as always.
"It's none of your god damn business Malfoy" Sneered Harry.
"Oh but it is, you see this is my common room and you have no business here! So get lost Potter!"
"I would love to leave this disgusting place you call common room but if you forgot I have detention with Snape"
"Ha" chuckled Draco. "How silly of me to forget, you just go right ahead and keep cleaning" he chuckled again. He went to the nearest sofa and sat down, arms crossed in front of his chest, eyes staring at Harry, and a huge evil grin on his face, waiting.
Harry gave him an ugly look before continuing with his job. He tried to ignore that damn Slytherin but he could feel those eyes following him wherever he went. He picked up every popped balloon, every half eaten cake, and every used tissue from the floor with great speed while Draco was still following him with his gaze. After a great deal of cleaning he felt he was done. He headed towards the exit still ignoring Draco.
"You missed a spot, Potter!" called Draco after him.
Harry turned around. Draco pointed his finger at a small piece of tissue paper lying right next to his shoe.
"I'm not picking that up, Malfoy" Harry said slightly irritated.
"Oh yes you are! Or else I'll tell Snape you didn't do your job properly and then you'll get another detention, Potter!" he smirked evilly.
There is no way I'm picking that up! I know what he's trying to do! I'm not going to let him humiliate me! But then if I won't I know he'll tell Snape and then I'll get another detention. Great, that what I need, another detention.
Harry walked toward Draco. He stood above Draco, looked him in the eyes coldly. And slowly bent over to pick up that tissue paper.
"I could get used to it" Draco smirked, looking down upon Harry.
"THAT'S IT!" shouted Harry and launched himself at Draco.
He jumped on him grabbing his neck with his two hands, now pinning Draco to the sofa with his weight upon him. Draco smiled evilly while gasping for air.
"Say you're sorry, Malfoy or I swear I'll kill you!"
Draco only gave him another sly smile and his silvery cold eyes glinted, his lips already turning blue. Harry noticed that and let go of his neck. Draco gasped heavily as air filled his lungs.
"You stupid git!" Harry shouted.
Draco used this opportunity and kicked Harry off him to the floor. Harry fell with his back on the floor. Draco jumped on top of him now and grabbed his hair.
"You think you could fool with a Malfoy?" and he banged Harry's head against the floor. Harry felt like his head split in two.
Harry Grabbed Draco's Hair tightly as he could and yelled "let go of my hair you stupid git!"
"No! You let go first!" yelled Draco.
Both now pulling each other's hair, their faces contorted with pain.
Draco suddenly let go of Harry's hair and punched him in the face with his right fist. Harry gasped with pain. He then repeated this with his left fist. Harry was already bleeding, his lips bruised with cuts. Harry raised his right fist with all his might and punched Draco in the stomach and then with his left fist. Draco squirmed with pain and collapsed on top of Harry, holding his bruised stomach with his two hands. Harry closed his eyes, catching his breath, his face aching with blood trickling from his lips. He then realized that Draco was on top of him. His head nestled in Harry's neck weeping silently into it, his small short breathes upon his skin made his shiver.
"Are you okay Malfoy?" managed Harry to gasp.
Slowly Malfoy raised his head, his silvery cold eyes watery now.
Wow, Harry was astonished, he didn't know Malfoy could show any kind of emotions.
"You stupid fuck! I had surgery this summer and I think you just managed to open my cut!" he breathed heavily with pain.
He rolled of Harry onto his back.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know!" said Harry while sitting on his knees in front of Draco and wiping his blood with his sleeve.
Draco closed his eyes, still breathing very heavily holding his stomach.
Harry felt so sorry for Draco at that moment. Seeing him in pain, suffering, instead of feeling satisfaction Harry felt guilty, he wanted to help him.
"I'm so sorry" he said again. Now slightly scared.
Harry bent over Draco and took his hands in his and put them on either side of him. Draco had his eyes still shut. His chest going up and down, up and down. He then opened Draco's cloak slightly and pulled his shirt slightly up.
"What are you doing, Potter?" demanded Draco with gritted teeth; he raised his head to look at Harry.
"I'm trying to help you," Sneered Harry. "Now be quiet"
Draco let his head fall back to the floor.
Harry then raised Draco's shirt even more until his eyes came to see a very swollen cut filled with stitches right above Draco's navel, right under his very visible going up and down, up and down right lung. One of the stitches was bleeding painfully now and the blood trickled down Draco's stomach and to the side on the carpet. Harry gasped in shock. He knew only one spell that Hermione taught him not long ago and this was all he could think of right now.
"I'm going to cast a spell right now, it will stop the bleeding but you will still feel the pain" said Harry.
"Great" Draco gasped, his eyes now shut.
"I'm really trying, Malfoy, that's all I could remember from Hermione"
"I don't want any mudblood's help!" he sneered barely.
"Watch it, Malfoy!" warned Harry his wand pushing lightly at the aching stitch.
"Ahh" groaned Draco with pain "okay, okay, just get this over with!"
Harry whispered some kind of a spell and red glowing sparkles flew from the tip of his wand. Draco's stitch regrew itself and the bleeding stopped. Harry took his sleeve and wiped Draco's blood lightly from his stomach. Draco gasped. Was it pain or pleasure Harry couldn't tell.
Draco's stomach was very pale, sun wasn't his friend, thought Harry to himself. But if was very nice built indeed, Harry always thought Draco had a nice built body not in a homosexual way of course, of course, of course . . . of course!. And now it was kind of amusing seeing Draco relax under Harry's gentle touches, to see Draco's muscles twitch with the lightest of touches. Harry then realized that he already completely wiped all the blood from Draco's stomach. What the hell was he doing still? He quickly put the cloth away and pulled Draco's shirt back down.
"Its over, Malfoy, you can open your eyes now" Harry said not taking his eyes off Draco's face. "Malfoy?"
Draco didn't answer, he just laid there his eyes closed, mouth slightly open, breathing.
Well he's not dead, that's for sure, smirked Harry to himself.
Harry leaned forward his face now inches from Draco's. "Malfoy?" he asked again. His breath brushed Draco's cheek. Draco shivered. Harry noticed.
Draco slowly opened his eyes. Silver grey cold eyes but not so cold anymore, they were washed with something, something unfamiliar to Harry.
Harry's own beautiful green shining eyes looked with much concern into Draco's. "Are you okay, Malfoy?" he asked even though his own lip started bleeding again.
Draco seemed nervous. He couldn't look at the Gryffindor's eyes anymore for some reason. He shut his eyes.
"I'm fine!" he sneered. "Thanks for nothing, Potter! It still hurts!"
Harry rolled his eyes. He almost felt as something was happening but then Draco ruined it.
"Well I'm leaving then, goodbye Malfoy" he said and got up.
"Get out of here already!" shouted Draco breathing heavily again, eyes still shut.
Harry scrambled his things and his trash bag and hurriedly got up and left with one last glance at the lying Slytherin. He could have sworn he saw a small smile on his face and it wasn't even a sneering one . . .
A/N- Do you like it? Should I go on with my story or should I just give up now? Please review and tell me your honest opinion!!