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The Games of Life
Zabini turned around and Harry saw Draco standing right in front of them with his mouth completely agape, thousand of emotion stirring behind those cold grey eyes.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING??" he screamed, his cool composure all gone and an unfamiliar look in his eyes burning with a black fire.
Zabini just stood there, calculating his next move. He wasn't expecting to get caught and this apparently left him unprepared.
Harry lowered his head between his legs wiping his face quickly, fearing that Draco might see his burning face.
But Draco saw it and he chose to ignore it.
"Well?? I want a fucking explanation!!"
"Nothing happened, really Draco, its not what it seems" Zabini said almost apologetically.
"Oh! then you weren't groping, humping and kissing Potter all at the same time about two minutes ago??" he said venomously.
"I...We..."Zabini was lost for words and that's all Draco needed.
"You ugly son of a bitch!! You can do whatever you want in your own smelly dorm and I could care less!!! But when you fucking do it in public and on our practice time and to a Gryffindor there will be fucking consequences! And I will be the one to blame! So fucking learn to hold your dick in your pants! You make me sick! I never want to see your dirty face again and I swear when word gets out no one will want to see it either!!!! Get lost! Now or I'll fucking curse your ass!"
"But Draco please" Zabini pleaded, his eyes full of panic, "you cant do this to me"
"I'm tired covering your ass all the time!" Draco raised his wand threatingly, his figure seemed to grow taller. "LEAVE!" he shouted disgustingly.
Harry was confused. What did he mean by covering him all the time?
Draco was obviously pissed off and Zabini who knew him pretty well knew that this was not a good time for negotiating so refusing to look at Draco as if it might be too painful, he left hurriedly toward the castle, his pace seemed to grow faster with every step he took until finally he was just another visible spot at the distance.
Draco averted his gaze from the disappearing figure and walked over to the pile on the ground.
Draco picked up Harry's pants and wand and handed them to a very shaking Harry.
"Here" he said quietly, understanding the severity of the situation.
Harry took his pants and got up weakly. He put his pants rather quickly and stuffed his wand in his pocket, his eyes never once leaving the dirty ground and in some sense that's where he felt he should be.
"Umm" Draco mumbled, this might be the very first time he was lost for words. "Are you okay?" he finally said trying to add a comforting note to his voice something that was rather hard for him to do.
"Yeah" he lied.
"You can stop being my Slave now, it's okay our bet is off"
"No, its not"
"What?" asked Draco surprisingly.
"Enough people know about it by now and I will not be the one breaking the promise or the bet—"
"But—"
"If you expect me to cry about it or even sit by myself pondering into the night you're wrong, you don't know me and I don't want to know you so lets just leave it as it is, I'll keep to my word and you keep to yours, I want this day to be over as much as you do" he said almost maliciously. "I'll see you at lunch" he added leaving Draco in a position he didn't think he'd be.
Draco watched Harry walk toward the castle almost mesmerized. He still didn't get completely what went on but he knew he wanted and needed to help Harry, maybe Harry didn't ask for it but he clearly needed it.
What hurt him even more was that Harry didn't even look at him now, not even once and if there was some kind of a bridge between them it just fell apart, all thanks to Zabini. He swore Zabini will pay, he'll make him go through the hell he put Harry.
"That bastard" he said coldly.
**************
Intense. This how you could have described lunch at the great hall. People seemed quieter than ever. After the shocking loss of the Gryffindors it seemed that some faith was lost along with the usual cheerful spirits of most of the houses.
Zabini was missing. This came as no surprise for Draco.
Harry was sitting at the other side of the great hall. He eyes never once left his food. He didn't even seem to converse with his housemates.
Draco couldn't eat. A pang of some sort blocked his hunger. He on the other hand couldn't leave his eyes off Harry. Something that worried him even more since he clearly didn't want to worry about his arch nemesis.
Draco couldn't take it anymore; he got up and left the great hall. Harry raised his head to look at the blond leave. His green eyes took a darker shade. He then returned to his lunch with a gloomy look about his face.
Hermione knew something was wrong. Ron knew it too. But they decided to let it go since Harry seemed to need some time to himself.
********************
When Harry got back to his dorm after shaking himself off Ron and Hermione he found a note attached to his pillow.
It read: "Debt paid in full".
He knew who it was from. Draco, and no doubt about it. He crumpled the note angrily. He thought he made himself clear. He didn't want any pity from anyone. He was the Boy-Who-Lived after all and he could take it.
"I guess I didn't make myself clear" he said quietly with so much venom that it would have scared Ron and Hermione.
He grabbed his invisibility cloak, wrapping it around himself and left quickly his dorm, down the stairs and out of the tower.
It was evening now and the castle was filled with that sweet sense of serenity. When all the boys and girls are warmly tucked in their houses playing games or reading books. Even the dark corridors seemed inviting and quiet was interrupted only by the sounds of the portraits shifting in their play.
Harry didn't really need his cloak, after all anyone could walk freely at this time. It was only about 7 pm and curfew time was only in about 3 more hours. But Harry lost all sense of security and this was the little that he had so he felt the need to have it with him.
He didn't meet anyone as he made his way to the Slytherin dungeons but he still scanned all his surrounding, looking constantly behind him in case he was followed. He reached the opening of the Slytherin house. Now all he had to do was wait for someone to open the door. He waited. And waited. 20 minutes have passed. He was getting impatient already and thought about better ways of getting into the dungeons when luckily some first year olds opened the door, heatedly in conversation. Harry took that opportunity and slipped right in before the door closed again.
The same familiar scenery welcomed Harry. It seemed the Slytherin preferred their house to be void of clean space and Harry was thankful he didn't have to clean after them this time. The whole house seemed to be present at the room and Harry had to be extremely careful in not stepping or bumping into anyone or else that would have raised definite suspicions.
He scanned the room carefully, avoiding just in time a piece of cake that flied pass him and hit the wall with a smack, followed by some idiotic laughter. He recognized that laughter. Crabbe and Goyle. He followed the trail of their laughter to the other side of the room until he clearly saw Crabbe, Goyle, Pansy and Draco sitting around a dark chocolate table. Crabbe and Goyle seemed to throw the remaining of the cake at whatever they could aim; unfortunately for them the only thing they could aim for were the walls.
Pansy seemed concentrated on Draco who in turn sat quietly deep in thought. How uncharacteristic of him, thought Harry.
He could either wait for everyone to clear out or he should take action now but he couldn't really do anything in the presence of all those idiots. For some lucky reason Draco got up, shaking himself from Pansy. He gave a lame excuse and marched out of the room and up the stairs. This was Harry's chance.
He followed Draco into the dorm room, careful not be noticed. Not yet anyways. He got in and thankfully no one was there. It was only him and Draco.
He took off his cloak. "Draco" he said coldly. Draco jumped off his bed.
"Are you crazy, Potter? Are you trying to give me a heart attack?? And what the hell are you doing in MY dorms?"
Harry seemed to ignore all the questions that were thrown at him. "I got your note," he said. His gaze fixed on Draco.
Draco walked toward Harry and stopped in front of him, waiting for Harry to continue.
"Who the hell do you think you are? Are you trying to be some noble piece of shit?"
"Mind the language Potter" Draco hissed. He wasn't expecting this reaction from Harry. "The bet is over"
"It's not over until I say its over"
"Well, you can say whatever you want but I'm done with this bet. I got what I needed from you"
"Oh really?" Harry raised his eyebrow. "And what exactly was that? My humiliation? My dignity? What Malfoy? Tell me"
"I got your word. That's all I needed." Draco said quietly.
"Don't give me this Hallmark crap, Malfoy, I know you too well"
"What's hallmark?" Draco said with a confused look,
"Never mind that, Malfoy" he said exasperated. "Just know that you were the one who broke the bet, not me! Just so we can get things clear"
"Sure" said Draco somewhat defeated.
Suddenly he didn't look that arrogant to Harry anymore. And his figure seemed to be smaller than usual. He seemed different.
"Is there something you're not telling me, Malfoy?" Harry asked, this time in his normal voice.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean I can feel something is wrong between us. Something isn't right. Things lately been too weird. I want an explanation and I have a feeling that you know something"
Draco turned his head away from Harry. Tiredness seemed to overtake him. He walked to the window, staring at the grounds. The sky wasn't visible from this point of the castle and it was one disadvantage in residing in the dungeons.
"Remember that night that I apologized for attacking you?"
Harry shuttered. "Yeah" he said his voice barely audible.
"Well, It wasn't me"
"WHAT? What do you mean it wasn't you? You said—"
"Shut up for one moment!" Draco seemed to regain his self once again. "It wasn't me. I didn't want someone else to get in trouble. I saw what happened that day, I was the reason he stopped and there is a history that you don't know of and I had to defend him. I took the blame"
Harry was speechless. His eyes seemed to swell.
"What game are you playing at, Malfoy?" panic sounded in his voice.
"I think you know who it was. I think you knew all along."
Harry took a few steps back until he back came with the wall.
Draco turned around from the window, looking sadly at Harry.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything"
Harry was looking for the doorknob, his eyes transfixed on Draco.
"I promise you it will never happen again. I made sure it wont"
"I don't want this!" Harry said angrily. "Who the hell do you think you are? Trying to be all noble and save me from the unknown? I've defeated Voldemort!" Draco twitched at the name. "I've defeated him so many times and you're going to make sure that I'm safe?? Who the hell do you think you are?"
"I knew that's how you're going to react and that's why I didn't want to go on with this bet, that's why I never told you"
"I hate you Malfoy" Harry said maliciously.
Draco just looked at him and came closer. Harry just stood in his place. His hand no longer looking for the doorknob.
Draco paced across the room and stepped in front of Harry. His soft breathing the only sound in the room.
Their eyes locked. The electrical charge that seemed to fill the space between them was unbearable. Draco leaned closer. Harry's breathing was louder now.
Draco leaned in closing the space between them. Their bodies came in contact from shoulders to legs and Draco leaned toward Harry's right ear.
"Harry" he whispered.
Harry shuddered involuntarily, the mention of his name coming from those lips and the hot breath upon his ear made his shiver.
Draco then shifted his head so now he was a few centimeters from Harry's lips. His intense gaze bore into Harry's. "I hate you too" he said and leaned in. Their lips came in a kiss.
The Games of Life
Zabini turned around and Harry saw Draco standing right in front of them with his mouth completely agape, thousand of emotion stirring behind those cold grey eyes.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING??" he screamed, his cool composure all gone and an unfamiliar look in his eyes burning with a black fire.
Zabini just stood there, calculating his next move. He wasn't expecting to get caught and this apparently left him unprepared.
Harry lowered his head between his legs wiping his face quickly, fearing that Draco might see his burning face.
But Draco saw it and he chose to ignore it.
"Well?? I want a fucking explanation!!"
"Nothing happened, really Draco, its not what it seems" Zabini said almost apologetically.
"Oh! then you weren't groping, humping and kissing Potter all at the same time about two minutes ago??" he said venomously.
"I...We..."Zabini was lost for words and that's all Draco needed.
"You ugly son of a bitch!! You can do whatever you want in your own smelly dorm and I could care less!!! But when you fucking do it in public and on our practice time and to a Gryffindor there will be fucking consequences! And I will be the one to blame! So fucking learn to hold your dick in your pants! You make me sick! I never want to see your dirty face again and I swear when word gets out no one will want to see it either!!!! Get lost! Now or I'll fucking curse your ass!"
"But Draco please" Zabini pleaded, his eyes full of panic, "you cant do this to me"
"I'm tired covering your ass all the time!" Draco raised his wand threatingly, his figure seemed to grow taller. "LEAVE!" he shouted disgustingly.
Harry was confused. What did he mean by covering him all the time?
Draco was obviously pissed off and Zabini who knew him pretty well knew that this was not a good time for negotiating so refusing to look at Draco as if it might be too painful, he left hurriedly toward the castle, his pace seemed to grow faster with every step he took until finally he was just another visible spot at the distance.
Draco averted his gaze from the disappearing figure and walked over to the pile on the ground.
Draco picked up Harry's pants and wand and handed them to a very shaking Harry.
"Here" he said quietly, understanding the severity of the situation.
Harry took his pants and got up weakly. He put his pants rather quickly and stuffed his wand in his pocket, his eyes never once leaving the dirty ground and in some sense that's where he felt he should be.
"Umm" Draco mumbled, this might be the very first time he was lost for words. "Are you okay?" he finally said trying to add a comforting note to his voice something that was rather hard for him to do.
"Yeah" he lied.
"You can stop being my Slave now, it's okay our bet is off"
"No, its not"
"What?" asked Draco surprisingly.
"Enough people know about it by now and I will not be the one breaking the promise or the bet—"
"But—"
"If you expect me to cry about it or even sit by myself pondering into the night you're wrong, you don't know me and I don't want to know you so lets just leave it as it is, I'll keep to my word and you keep to yours, I want this day to be over as much as you do" he said almost maliciously. "I'll see you at lunch" he added leaving Draco in a position he didn't think he'd be.
Draco watched Harry walk toward the castle almost mesmerized. He still didn't get completely what went on but he knew he wanted and needed to help Harry, maybe Harry didn't ask for it but he clearly needed it.
What hurt him even more was that Harry didn't even look at him now, not even once and if there was some kind of a bridge between them it just fell apart, all thanks to Zabini. He swore Zabini will pay, he'll make him go through the hell he put Harry.
"That bastard" he said coldly.
**************
Intense. This how you could have described lunch at the great hall. People seemed quieter than ever. After the shocking loss of the Gryffindors it seemed that some faith was lost along with the usual cheerful spirits of most of the houses.
Zabini was missing. This came as no surprise for Draco.
Harry was sitting at the other side of the great hall. He eyes never once left his food. He didn't even seem to converse with his housemates.
Draco couldn't eat. A pang of some sort blocked his hunger. He on the other hand couldn't leave his eyes off Harry. Something that worried him even more since he clearly didn't want to worry about his arch nemesis.
Draco couldn't take it anymore; he got up and left the great hall. Harry raised his head to look at the blond leave. His green eyes took a darker shade. He then returned to his lunch with a gloomy look about his face.
Hermione knew something was wrong. Ron knew it too. But they decided to let it go since Harry seemed to need some time to himself.
********************
When Harry got back to his dorm after shaking himself off Ron and Hermione he found a note attached to his pillow.
It read: "Debt paid in full".
He knew who it was from. Draco, and no doubt about it. He crumpled the note angrily. He thought he made himself clear. He didn't want any pity from anyone. He was the Boy-Who-Lived after all and he could take it.
"I guess I didn't make myself clear" he said quietly with so much venom that it would have scared Ron and Hermione.
He grabbed his invisibility cloak, wrapping it around himself and left quickly his dorm, down the stairs and out of the tower.
It was evening now and the castle was filled with that sweet sense of serenity. When all the boys and girls are warmly tucked in their houses playing games or reading books. Even the dark corridors seemed inviting and quiet was interrupted only by the sounds of the portraits shifting in their play.
Harry didn't really need his cloak, after all anyone could walk freely at this time. It was only about 7 pm and curfew time was only in about 3 more hours. But Harry lost all sense of security and this was the little that he had so he felt the need to have it with him.
He didn't meet anyone as he made his way to the Slytherin dungeons but he still scanned all his surrounding, looking constantly behind him in case he was followed. He reached the opening of the Slytherin house. Now all he had to do was wait for someone to open the door. He waited. And waited. 20 minutes have passed. He was getting impatient already and thought about better ways of getting into the dungeons when luckily some first year olds opened the door, heatedly in conversation. Harry took that opportunity and slipped right in before the door closed again.
The same familiar scenery welcomed Harry. It seemed the Slytherin preferred their house to be void of clean space and Harry was thankful he didn't have to clean after them this time. The whole house seemed to be present at the room and Harry had to be extremely careful in not stepping or bumping into anyone or else that would have raised definite suspicions.
He scanned the room carefully, avoiding just in time a piece of cake that flied pass him and hit the wall with a smack, followed by some idiotic laughter. He recognized that laughter. Crabbe and Goyle. He followed the trail of their laughter to the other side of the room until he clearly saw Crabbe, Goyle, Pansy and Draco sitting around a dark chocolate table. Crabbe and Goyle seemed to throw the remaining of the cake at whatever they could aim; unfortunately for them the only thing they could aim for were the walls.
Pansy seemed concentrated on Draco who in turn sat quietly deep in thought. How uncharacteristic of him, thought Harry.
He could either wait for everyone to clear out or he should take action now but he couldn't really do anything in the presence of all those idiots. For some lucky reason Draco got up, shaking himself from Pansy. He gave a lame excuse and marched out of the room and up the stairs. This was Harry's chance.
He followed Draco into the dorm room, careful not be noticed. Not yet anyways. He got in and thankfully no one was there. It was only him and Draco.
He took off his cloak. "Draco" he said coldly. Draco jumped off his bed.
"Are you crazy, Potter? Are you trying to give me a heart attack?? And what the hell are you doing in MY dorms?"
Harry seemed to ignore all the questions that were thrown at him. "I got your note," he said. His gaze fixed on Draco.
Draco walked toward Harry and stopped in front of him, waiting for Harry to continue.
"Who the hell do you think you are? Are you trying to be some noble piece of shit?"
"Mind the language Potter" Draco hissed. He wasn't expecting this reaction from Harry. "The bet is over"
"It's not over until I say its over"
"Well, you can say whatever you want but I'm done with this bet. I got what I needed from you"
"Oh really?" Harry raised his eyebrow. "And what exactly was that? My humiliation? My dignity? What Malfoy? Tell me"
"I got your word. That's all I needed." Draco said quietly.
"Don't give me this Hallmark crap, Malfoy, I know you too well"
"What's hallmark?" Draco said with a confused look,
"Never mind that, Malfoy" he said exasperated. "Just know that you were the one who broke the bet, not me! Just so we can get things clear"
"Sure" said Draco somewhat defeated.
Suddenly he didn't look that arrogant to Harry anymore. And his figure seemed to be smaller than usual. He seemed different.
"Is there something you're not telling me, Malfoy?" Harry asked, this time in his normal voice.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean I can feel something is wrong between us. Something isn't right. Things lately been too weird. I want an explanation and I have a feeling that you know something"
Draco turned his head away from Harry. Tiredness seemed to overtake him. He walked to the window, staring at the grounds. The sky wasn't visible from this point of the castle and it was one disadvantage in residing in the dungeons.
"Remember that night that I apologized for attacking you?"
Harry shuttered. "Yeah" he said his voice barely audible.
"Well, It wasn't me"
"WHAT? What do you mean it wasn't you? You said—"
"Shut up for one moment!" Draco seemed to regain his self once again. "It wasn't me. I didn't want someone else to get in trouble. I saw what happened that day, I was the reason he stopped and there is a history that you don't know of and I had to defend him. I took the blame"
Harry was speechless. His eyes seemed to swell.
"What game are you playing at, Malfoy?" panic sounded in his voice.
"I think you know who it was. I think you knew all along."
Harry took a few steps back until he back came with the wall.
Draco turned around from the window, looking sadly at Harry.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything"
Harry was looking for the doorknob, his eyes transfixed on Draco.
"I promise you it will never happen again. I made sure it wont"
"I don't want this!" Harry said angrily. "Who the hell do you think you are? Trying to be all noble and save me from the unknown? I've defeated Voldemort!" Draco twitched at the name. "I've defeated him so many times and you're going to make sure that I'm safe?? Who the hell do you think you are?"
"I knew that's how you're going to react and that's why I didn't want to go on with this bet, that's why I never told you"
"I hate you Malfoy" Harry said maliciously.
Draco just looked at him and came closer. Harry just stood in his place. His hand no longer looking for the doorknob.
Draco paced across the room and stepped in front of Harry. His soft breathing the only sound in the room.
Their eyes locked. The electrical charge that seemed to fill the space between them was unbearable. Draco leaned closer. Harry's breathing was louder now.
Draco leaned in closing the space between them. Their bodies came in contact from shoulders to legs and Draco leaned toward Harry's right ear.
"Harry" he whispered.
Harry shuddered involuntarily, the mention of his name coming from those lips and the hot breath upon his ear made his shiver.
Draco then shifted his head so now he was a few centimeters from Harry's lips. His intense gaze bore into Harry's. "I hate you too" he said and leaned in. Their lips came in a kiss.