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so why the hell am I still doing this?
The Games of Life
Chapter 3
Harry exited the dungeons and disposed his trash bag, his mind contemplating the events that happened in the Slytherin common room.
What the hell just happened? I know we didn't have a civilized conversation, that's for sure, sneered Harry to himself, but something did happen. God what a stupid git that Malfoy is. Why did I feel sorry for him? I could have just left him there, that's probably what he would have done if I were the one wounded . . . hmmm . . . I know why, I'm better than him, yeah that's why . . .
"Mandrake Juice" yelled Harry as he reached the fat lady's portrait, she opened one eye, gave him a welcoming smile and swung open. Harry entered the common room to find it completely empty besides his two best friends. Ron already snoring on the couch, and Hermione spread over her parchments rolls with a book open in front of her face on the floor.
Hermione looked up. "Harry, you're back! That was a short detention, wasn't it?" she grinned.
"I guess," shrugged Harry.
"Harry you're bleeding!" yelped Hermione and sprung to her feet, grabbing his right arm.
"I'm not bleeding Hermione, It's just my sleeve" explained Harry, snatching his arm from her.
"You're sleeve? But why is it soaked with blood?" she asked, her face now full of worry.
"Its that idiot Malfoy, we got into a fight and"
"A fight? When? Why? Did Snape try and stop you? But-"
"Stop!" yelled Harry "I'll tell everything tomorrow, okay? I'm tired and I wish to go to sleep," he gave her a look that meant leave me the hell alone.
"But you're bleeding!" she yelled again.
"Who's bleeding?" Said Ron who finally woke up from all the shouting.
Harry rolled his eyes. "I'm not bleeding!" he shouted one last time and turned around, strolling off to the boy's dormitory leaving a confused Ron and a worried Hermione downstairs.
He collapsed on his bed. His head throbbing with pain, after being slammed right into the floor by none other than Malfoy. He was so tired. He felt like he was sinking. Probably that potion Hermione gave him was already losing its effect, Harry could feel his muscles turn into jelly, he felt tired, so tired . . . soon afterwards he was already in deep sleep, snoring loudly.
He woke up the next morning, refreshed and alive. He felt so good for some reason, must have been because this was the first night he didn't have that nightmare. He slept like he never slept before. Everything seemed so beautiful to him as the sun soaked everything in the dormitory with its rays of sunshine. Ron was still snoring next to him, drooling on his pillow.
Harry chuckled. He decided not to wake his best friend and head to the showers. What time was it anyways? He looked at the clock next to his bed, it was 6:30. Harry got up and grabbed some clothes from his wardrobe. He opened the door and walked down downstairs, past the common room to a side door at the back of their Gryffindor tower. He walked in and stripped off from all his clothes. He walked into one of the showers and opened the water. The water was cold and it gave Harry goose bumps all over him. Soon the water turned warmer and he washed himself with a smile on his face, whistling. After he was done, he dressed quickly, throwing his dirty clothes into a big basket at the side.
He walked out into the common room; it was still empty so he decided to go outside for a refreshing morning walk. He quickly left the common room, strolling past the great Hall and out into the fresh morning air. The wind hit his face and he closed his eyes enjoying himself. He walked some more until he got to a patch of green grass next to the lake and laid himself there, spread eagled on the grass, eyes closed, breathing in the lively air, listening to the bird's music.
Why can't life be as simple as this? He thought to himself.
Suddenly he felt some kind of pressure on his chest. He opened his eyes and saw Malfoy standing right above him elegantly with a sneering smile on his face.
"What the fuck are you doing Malfoy?" demanded Harry with an aggravated tone.
"Enjoying myself, that's what I'm doing" he said satisfied with himself.
Harry tried to get up, but Draco pushed him down again with his shoe on him.
Draco took out his wand and leaned closer, his foot still on Harry's chest. He pointed the wand at Harry's face.
"You shouldn't messed with me Potter!" he said, his voice threatening.
"I helped you Malfoy!" yelled Harry angrily.
"You're so innocent, Potter, makes me want to puke!" Draco said while grinding his shoe even dipper into Harry's chest.
"Hell I was right, I could get used to this" he chuckled to himself.
Harry couldn't take it anymore; the anger he felt inside took over him. He grabbed Malfoy's ankle violently and pushed the bastard from the ground. Malfoy lost his balance and fell on the ground with a thump; his wand fell out of his hand. Harry took that opportunity and jumped on top of Draco, who tried to grab Harry's neck, Harry caught Draco's wrists and brought them up above his head while pinning him with his weight to the grass. Draco tried to struggle but with no use, Harry's grip only tightened.
"You're sick, Malfoy!" said Harry angrily.
Draco only sneered.
"You're a sadistic bastard, you know that Malfoy?"
"You don't know half of it," he said mockingly.
"Can't you leave me the fuck alone?" he asked somewhat pleadingly.
Draco chuckled again.
"Is this a game to you?" Harry asked very much pissed now, still not letting go of Malfoy's wrists.
"Everything's a game to me, Potter," he said, "now let me go!"
"Are you nuts, Malfoy? You tried to kill me here for helping you yesterday and now you want me to let go of you so you could finish your job?"
"Its not a job"
"Oh whatever Malfoy"
"Let go of me"
"If you promise to get the fuck away from me"
"I could, you know, but I'll still get you some other time"
"What are you talking about?" Harry asked angrily.
Draco only chuckled.
"Potter, isn't that you're weasel friend there behind you"
Harry turned his head. "I don't see anyo-"
Before he could finish his sentence he was suddenly knocked down violently, he fell to the ground, Draco now jumped on top of him, and he did the same as Harry and grabbed his wrists above his head.
"You see, Potter, I get what I want whenever I want" he said with a cold glint in his eyes.
Draco leaned closer his face now only few inches apart from Harry's
"Why are you doing this to me?" asked Harry, his eyes round and questioning.
"Because I can" he said and leaned even closer, his breath brushed Harry's mouth. "I want to make sure that you don't make a fool of me anymore, especially not in my own common room, is that clear?"
They stayed there, Harry pinned to the ground by Draco, his wrists above his head, their faces now so close they could feel each other's breath on each other's lips. They both looked deeply troubled, not taking their eyes of each other. The leaned closer without knowing why, the silence enveloped them and the air seemed thicker, and then slowly brought their lips to touch.
It was everything and nothing they both imagined. It seemed so unreal being this close, feeling the weight of each other, the heat. Draco slid his tongue over Harry's lower lip and Harry parted them with a moan, their eyes closed as if trying to savor the moment. Draco's tongue slipped into the unfamiliar cavern of heat, Harry letting him, opening his mouth willingly to the invasion. Draco explored every inch, running his tongue over Harry's teeth, everywhere he could, almost as if memorizing the other's boy's mouth. Harry moaned into the kiss. Draco felt like he was melting, hearing the sweet sound from Harry's lips made him tremble with pleasure. Their tongues fighting as if to see who wins and Harry obviously was losing. He felt so weak and vulnerable lying there, letting Draco control his mouth. Draco now bit on Harry's lower lip gently which seemed to have an immense effect on Harry who gasped again, his lips still slightly swollen from yesterday's events.
They suddenly heard noises behind them. They stopped the kiss abruptly. Draco rolled off Harry and got to his feet quickly, snatching his lying wand. Harry opened his eyes, his mouth still slightly ajar. He saw students coming out from the entrance hall doors, he looked around for Draco and he saw his figure walking quickly already far away, his back disappearing slowly until he was gone.
Harry lied there breathing still dazed. His mind now more confused than ever.
Breakfast. He said to himself. Breakfast.
He quickly got to his feet and strode past the students who came out to breath the fresh air. He walked past the entrance door inside into the Great Hall to find it already completely full, he walked to the Gryffindor table, finding Ron and Hermione already sitting and eating. He came and sat across them.
"Harry where have you been?" asked Ron with his mouth full.
"I took a morning walk"
"Harry you're flushed, you sure you're okay?" Hermione asked worriedly.
"Yeah" he lied taking hold of some bacon and eggs. He gazed quickly to the Slytherin table, seeing Malfoy laughing and enjoying himself with his fellow Slytherins. As if nothing happened, Harry thought to himself
"How typical of him" he sneered loudly.
"Typical of who?" asked Hermione with a questioning look on her face.
"Never mind Hermione," he said.
"So Harry tell me what happened yesterday"
"Yeah what did happen, Harry" asked Ron still chewing.
"Nothing really, me and Draco" Hermione looked up from her plate, Ron choked on his food, their eyes upon him, with a confused look. "I meant Malfoy, Malfoy! Okay?" they still looked at him with disbelieving eyes.
"So," Harry continued as if nothing happened, "we basically got into a fight and he punched me and I punched him and that's about it"
"It still doesn't explain why you're sleeve was soaked with blood" said Hermione with an interrogating tone.
"Well, umm" he mumbled, he didn't how to tell them, how was he suppose to? Tell them he took care of Malfoy? "It wasn't blood, Hermione, that's what I tried to tell you! It was just juice, yeah, cranberry juice, it got spilled on me while me and Malfoy were fighting"
Hermione looked at him through suspicious eyes. Ron apparently didn't care much for the explanation and kept eating his breakfast.
"Well we better head to transfiguration or were going to be late," he said changing the subject quickly.
They finished their breakfast and headed to transfiguration. Harry sat in class, his mind stuck at the events that happened this morning. He noticed from the corner of his eye, that one particular blond boy stared at him constantly. He forced himself to ignore him of fear of finding something he didn't want to in the other boy's gaze. What did he fear of? He didn't know himself.
"Class dismissed," said Minerva. Everyone got hurriedly to their feet gathering their stuff.
"Harry, I want to talk to you," she said with a concerned look on her face.
Harry walked to her desk. She waited until everyone left the class and spoke.
"Harry, I've been sensing that something is bothering you" she said, her eyes fixed on Harry.
"I don't know what you mean" lied Harry, his eyes fixed upon a spot behind the professor.
"Well Harry, I just wanted you to know that I'm always here if you want to talk, and professor Dumbeldore is here for you too" she said with a concerned tone.
"Thanks" he said awkwardly.
She nodded her head. Harry gave her a smile and left the classroom walking to his next class of the day.
As if he really was going to tell her everything that happened with him. He thought to himself. Even Ron and Hermione didn't know.
He was suddenly pushed against the wall roughly, his head hitting the wall violently, the rough wall cold against his warm cheeks. Someone behind him grabbed his two hands while holding them tightly behind his back. He couldn't see who that person was since the corridor was pretty dark. That person leaned closer pushing Harry's chest against the cold wall and tightening his grip on Harry's wrists. He pulled Harry again and pushed him hard against the wall for the second time now. Harry groaned with pain, he felt like his lungs just shattered, he gasped for air while he felt that the person behind him pushed himself against Harry making the boy feel crushed between the wall and the other human body.
"Please" gasped Harry with pain "please stop" he said pleadingly again.
He felt a heat of breathe brush his cheek. He closed his eyes. He didn't want to know who it was for fear it might panic him even more. . .
A/N - Well folks, I must leave it here because after all we need SOME drama in here!! Right?? So just wait for the next chapter . . . I'm still thinking if I should make that stranger to be the obvious person we all know its going to be or twist it even more and make it someone else . . . hmm . . . what do you think?
The Games of Life
Chapter 3
Harry exited the dungeons and disposed his trash bag, his mind contemplating the events that happened in the Slytherin common room.
What the hell just happened? I know we didn't have a civilized conversation, that's for sure, sneered Harry to himself, but something did happen. God what a stupid git that Malfoy is. Why did I feel sorry for him? I could have just left him there, that's probably what he would have done if I were the one wounded . . . hmmm . . . I know why, I'm better than him, yeah that's why . . .
"Mandrake Juice" yelled Harry as he reached the fat lady's portrait, she opened one eye, gave him a welcoming smile and swung open. Harry entered the common room to find it completely empty besides his two best friends. Ron already snoring on the couch, and Hermione spread over her parchments rolls with a book open in front of her face on the floor.
Hermione looked up. "Harry, you're back! That was a short detention, wasn't it?" she grinned.
"I guess," shrugged Harry.
"Harry you're bleeding!" yelped Hermione and sprung to her feet, grabbing his right arm.
"I'm not bleeding Hermione, It's just my sleeve" explained Harry, snatching his arm from her.
"You're sleeve? But why is it soaked with blood?" she asked, her face now full of worry.
"Its that idiot Malfoy, we got into a fight and"
"A fight? When? Why? Did Snape try and stop you? But-"
"Stop!" yelled Harry "I'll tell everything tomorrow, okay? I'm tired and I wish to go to sleep," he gave her a look that meant leave me the hell alone.
"But you're bleeding!" she yelled again.
"Who's bleeding?" Said Ron who finally woke up from all the shouting.
Harry rolled his eyes. "I'm not bleeding!" he shouted one last time and turned around, strolling off to the boy's dormitory leaving a confused Ron and a worried Hermione downstairs.
He collapsed on his bed. His head throbbing with pain, after being slammed right into the floor by none other than Malfoy. He was so tired. He felt like he was sinking. Probably that potion Hermione gave him was already losing its effect, Harry could feel his muscles turn into jelly, he felt tired, so tired . . . soon afterwards he was already in deep sleep, snoring loudly.
He woke up the next morning, refreshed and alive. He felt so good for some reason, must have been because this was the first night he didn't have that nightmare. He slept like he never slept before. Everything seemed so beautiful to him as the sun soaked everything in the dormitory with its rays of sunshine. Ron was still snoring next to him, drooling on his pillow.
Harry chuckled. He decided not to wake his best friend and head to the showers. What time was it anyways? He looked at the clock next to his bed, it was 6:30. Harry got up and grabbed some clothes from his wardrobe. He opened the door and walked down downstairs, past the common room to a side door at the back of their Gryffindor tower. He walked in and stripped off from all his clothes. He walked into one of the showers and opened the water. The water was cold and it gave Harry goose bumps all over him. Soon the water turned warmer and he washed himself with a smile on his face, whistling. After he was done, he dressed quickly, throwing his dirty clothes into a big basket at the side.
He walked out into the common room; it was still empty so he decided to go outside for a refreshing morning walk. He quickly left the common room, strolling past the great Hall and out into the fresh morning air. The wind hit his face and he closed his eyes enjoying himself. He walked some more until he got to a patch of green grass next to the lake and laid himself there, spread eagled on the grass, eyes closed, breathing in the lively air, listening to the bird's music.
Why can't life be as simple as this? He thought to himself.
Suddenly he felt some kind of pressure on his chest. He opened his eyes and saw Malfoy standing right above him elegantly with a sneering smile on his face.
"What the fuck are you doing Malfoy?" demanded Harry with an aggravated tone.
"Enjoying myself, that's what I'm doing" he said satisfied with himself.
Harry tried to get up, but Draco pushed him down again with his shoe on him.
Draco took out his wand and leaned closer, his foot still on Harry's chest. He pointed the wand at Harry's face.
"You shouldn't messed with me Potter!" he said, his voice threatening.
"I helped you Malfoy!" yelled Harry angrily.
"You're so innocent, Potter, makes me want to puke!" Draco said while grinding his shoe even dipper into Harry's chest.
"Hell I was right, I could get used to this" he chuckled to himself.
Harry couldn't take it anymore; the anger he felt inside took over him. He grabbed Malfoy's ankle violently and pushed the bastard from the ground. Malfoy lost his balance and fell on the ground with a thump; his wand fell out of his hand. Harry took that opportunity and jumped on top of Draco, who tried to grab Harry's neck, Harry caught Draco's wrists and brought them up above his head while pinning him with his weight to the grass. Draco tried to struggle but with no use, Harry's grip only tightened.
"You're sick, Malfoy!" said Harry angrily.
Draco only sneered.
"You're a sadistic bastard, you know that Malfoy?"
"You don't know half of it," he said mockingly.
"Can't you leave me the fuck alone?" he asked somewhat pleadingly.
Draco chuckled again.
"Is this a game to you?" Harry asked very much pissed now, still not letting go of Malfoy's wrists.
"Everything's a game to me, Potter," he said, "now let me go!"
"Are you nuts, Malfoy? You tried to kill me here for helping you yesterday and now you want me to let go of you so you could finish your job?"
"Its not a job"
"Oh whatever Malfoy"
"Let go of me"
"If you promise to get the fuck away from me"
"I could, you know, but I'll still get you some other time"
"What are you talking about?" Harry asked angrily.
Draco only chuckled.
"Potter, isn't that you're weasel friend there behind you"
Harry turned his head. "I don't see anyo-"
Before he could finish his sentence he was suddenly knocked down violently, he fell to the ground, Draco now jumped on top of him, and he did the same as Harry and grabbed his wrists above his head.
"You see, Potter, I get what I want whenever I want" he said with a cold glint in his eyes.
Draco leaned closer his face now only few inches apart from Harry's
"Why are you doing this to me?" asked Harry, his eyes round and questioning.
"Because I can" he said and leaned even closer, his breath brushed Harry's mouth. "I want to make sure that you don't make a fool of me anymore, especially not in my own common room, is that clear?"
They stayed there, Harry pinned to the ground by Draco, his wrists above his head, their faces now so close they could feel each other's breath on each other's lips. They both looked deeply troubled, not taking their eyes of each other. The leaned closer without knowing why, the silence enveloped them and the air seemed thicker, and then slowly brought their lips to touch.
It was everything and nothing they both imagined. It seemed so unreal being this close, feeling the weight of each other, the heat. Draco slid his tongue over Harry's lower lip and Harry parted them with a moan, their eyes closed as if trying to savor the moment. Draco's tongue slipped into the unfamiliar cavern of heat, Harry letting him, opening his mouth willingly to the invasion. Draco explored every inch, running his tongue over Harry's teeth, everywhere he could, almost as if memorizing the other's boy's mouth. Harry moaned into the kiss. Draco felt like he was melting, hearing the sweet sound from Harry's lips made him tremble with pleasure. Their tongues fighting as if to see who wins and Harry obviously was losing. He felt so weak and vulnerable lying there, letting Draco control his mouth. Draco now bit on Harry's lower lip gently which seemed to have an immense effect on Harry who gasped again, his lips still slightly swollen from yesterday's events.
They suddenly heard noises behind them. They stopped the kiss abruptly. Draco rolled off Harry and got to his feet quickly, snatching his lying wand. Harry opened his eyes, his mouth still slightly ajar. He saw students coming out from the entrance hall doors, he looked around for Draco and he saw his figure walking quickly already far away, his back disappearing slowly until he was gone.
Harry lied there breathing still dazed. His mind now more confused than ever.
Breakfast. He said to himself. Breakfast.
He quickly got to his feet and strode past the students who came out to breath the fresh air. He walked past the entrance door inside into the Great Hall to find it already completely full, he walked to the Gryffindor table, finding Ron and Hermione already sitting and eating. He came and sat across them.
"Harry where have you been?" asked Ron with his mouth full.
"I took a morning walk"
"Harry you're flushed, you sure you're okay?" Hermione asked worriedly.
"Yeah" he lied taking hold of some bacon and eggs. He gazed quickly to the Slytherin table, seeing Malfoy laughing and enjoying himself with his fellow Slytherins. As if nothing happened, Harry thought to himself
"How typical of him" he sneered loudly.
"Typical of who?" asked Hermione with a questioning look on her face.
"Never mind Hermione," he said.
"So Harry tell me what happened yesterday"
"Yeah what did happen, Harry" asked Ron still chewing.
"Nothing really, me and Draco" Hermione looked up from her plate, Ron choked on his food, their eyes upon him, with a confused look. "I meant Malfoy, Malfoy! Okay?" they still looked at him with disbelieving eyes.
"So," Harry continued as if nothing happened, "we basically got into a fight and he punched me and I punched him and that's about it"
"It still doesn't explain why you're sleeve was soaked with blood" said Hermione with an interrogating tone.
"Well, umm" he mumbled, he didn't how to tell them, how was he suppose to? Tell them he took care of Malfoy? "It wasn't blood, Hermione, that's what I tried to tell you! It was just juice, yeah, cranberry juice, it got spilled on me while me and Malfoy were fighting"
Hermione looked at him through suspicious eyes. Ron apparently didn't care much for the explanation and kept eating his breakfast.
"Well we better head to transfiguration or were going to be late," he said changing the subject quickly.
They finished their breakfast and headed to transfiguration. Harry sat in class, his mind stuck at the events that happened this morning. He noticed from the corner of his eye, that one particular blond boy stared at him constantly. He forced himself to ignore him of fear of finding something he didn't want to in the other boy's gaze. What did he fear of? He didn't know himself.
"Class dismissed," said Minerva. Everyone got hurriedly to their feet gathering their stuff.
"Harry, I want to talk to you," she said with a concerned look on her face.
Harry walked to her desk. She waited until everyone left the class and spoke.
"Harry, I've been sensing that something is bothering you" she said, her eyes fixed on Harry.
"I don't know what you mean" lied Harry, his eyes fixed upon a spot behind the professor.
"Well Harry, I just wanted you to know that I'm always here if you want to talk, and professor Dumbeldore is here for you too" she said with a concerned tone.
"Thanks" he said awkwardly.
She nodded her head. Harry gave her a smile and left the classroom walking to his next class of the day.
As if he really was going to tell her everything that happened with him. He thought to himself. Even Ron and Hermione didn't know.
He was suddenly pushed against the wall roughly, his head hitting the wall violently, the rough wall cold against his warm cheeks. Someone behind him grabbed his two hands while holding them tightly behind his back. He couldn't see who that person was since the corridor was pretty dark. That person leaned closer pushing Harry's chest against the cold wall and tightening his grip on Harry's wrists. He pulled Harry again and pushed him hard against the wall for the second time now. Harry groaned with pain, he felt like his lungs just shattered, he gasped for air while he felt that the person behind him pushed himself against Harry making the boy feel crushed between the wall and the other human body.
"Please" gasped Harry with pain "please stop" he said pleadingly again.
He felt a heat of breathe brush his cheek. He closed his eyes. He didn't want to know who it was for fear it might panic him even more. . .
A/N - Well folks, I must leave it here because after all we need SOME drama in here!! Right?? So just wait for the next chapter . . . I'm still thinking if I should make that stranger to be the obvious person we all know its going to be or twist it even more and make it someone else . . . hmm . . . what do you think?