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Slytherin Prince, Part 3: New House Classification...
Harry and Draco actually avoided each other as much as they possible could over the next week. It was a pleasant relief to their friends, but deep inside, for both of the boys it seemed, turmoil and strife followed them every moment that their mind had time to wonder back to what had happened. They were both utterly confused.
Draco knew that he was bisexual, but he knew that he couldn't be with a Gryffindor, or he would face the wrath of the Malfoy's and the Slytherins...
Harry had no idea if he was bisexual or not, or if it was just Malfseuxal (if you get what that means! () and it wasn't going to affect him, he had this great fear of waking up and thinking that he wanted to sleep with Ron, which thankfully, hadn't happened as of yet.
The point was, that both boys knew that they needed to so something to solve this problem, and they both knew that it was probably going to involve talking to one another. Such and opportunity arose at dinner the next night.
"Attention students, Attention. Due to recent events, I feel that there should be something slightly different this year." Dumbledore's voice interrupted their dinner, everyone looked towards the voice, the man who was talking standing in the front of the room.
When silence had replaced the soft talking that often took place during the dinner meal, Dumbledore continued. "Up until now, there and have Prefects, and Headboys and girls... But due to recent events (Everyone knew that he was talking about Lord Voldemorts return) I have decided that there should be eight new classifications." Everyone who hadn't been interested suddenly was. "I feel that our houses rivalries have went on long enough, so, as of now, there will be a boy and a girl out of every house that will share a common area with another boy or girl from a separate house. There is no age restriction to this, therefore, anyone could be with anyone. For example: Ginny Weasley, (Ron's eyes lighted on his sister) Your new living area will be with..." His eyes scanned the list... "Valmore Dragon..." Ron glared at the Ravenclaw table, where a rather perplexed looking seventh year was looking at the fifth year Ginny with some interest, while Ginny paled, then hid her face. "You will leave directly for you dormitories..." They stood, and he gave them directions and they left.
He listed off other people. Cho Chang of Ravenclaw and Michael Benton of Hufflepuff, Susan Bones and a sixth year girl from Slytherin glared daggers into each other as they left the room. Soon there was only two boys from Gryffindor and Slytherin left. Harry's heart pumped furiously as he glanced in Draco's direction, and saw that the pale boy was looking back at him as well. They both shifted their gazes and looked again at their Headmaster.
"And for the last match, I feel that this is one that will be the most difficult, yet above all most valuable relationship of friendship that we can possibly obtain in this new program. Draco Malfoy..." He beckoned for Draco to rise, "and..." Harry and Ron both waited with bated breath, both praying for completely different results... "Harry Potter." Harry's eyes opened and he stared around, his mouth suddenly dry as he stood and made his way to the front of the room, not having to fake horror as to the fact that his heart had just dropped violently into his stomach in a rollercoaster of emotion and doubts, and that it was working on a new loop or hill with everystep he took towards the platform where Draco stood waiting
. Dumbledore looked at the two of them and said softly for their ears only. "Though I cant tell you why, your relationship is going to play an important part in the future, though I doubt that it will be a very pressing matter to develop it..." He looked at them over his glasses and Harry's face burned from the fact that he knew that Dumbledore knew...
Draco nodded once, and then Dumbledore gave them directions to the room.
Once the exited the hall, they didn't look at each other as they trudged towards the rooms, after being informed that their things were already moved there, to be organized at their own discretion.
Finally, Harry's resolve to keep his mouth shut until Draco said something broke... "How did he know?"
"He's Dumbledore, he knows everything that goes on around here." And for some odd reason, respect was in his voice when he talked about Dumbledore. Draco saw the question in Harry's eyes. "You don't understand, I've never hated him, though I have acted like it... its..." he stopped and shook his head. "To complicated of a relationship to begin to explain." Harry didn't press the matter for the moment, though her knew that he was going to have to get an explanation out of him soon, or die of curiosity one. They were finally in front of the portrait (One with a little squat witch on it who looked rather stern).
"Slythrrendor." Draco said easily and they entered into the room. It was, by far, a magnificent room. Harry threw off his cloak onto one of the many couches by the large fire and went to look around. A door with a lion on it contained his room, large and spacious, bigger than the dormitory, with a balcony that had another just like it beside it, which Draco exited to a few minutes after Harry. Harry hurried inside and went to look at the bathroom. It was enormous, the bathtub more of a swimming pool with faucets than anything. There were large shower heads in the corner of the room that poured from the cealing. He gazed around and grinned as he lowered his hand slowly into the water that already filled the tub. He was contemplating sliding completely into the hot liquid when Draco entered into the room.
He looked at Harry and his mouth went dry. He wanted nothing more at the moment than to see the boy in the tub... but... if wishes had only came true... Instead, he gained part of his Draco attitude and glanced at him. "I don't expect that your going to want me in your room, so don't come into mine." Harry glanced at him for a few moments before he smirked and walked over to Draco, then with one rough movement, pushed him into the tub, where Draco rose, spluttering, his blond hair dripping down in his eyes.
He looked at Harry's playful expression for a moment, his mouth turned down in rather flustered frown, though he wasn't angry really. Draco hadn't seen Harry smile truly for a long while.
"Now that you've drenched me, at east help me out." He finally said, sliding down the sides, and ignoring the steps behind him. Harry stuck out his hand, and Draco couldn't help but think, TRUSTING FOOL as a little minical laughter sounded in his head... Before laughing evilly and jerking Harry into the water, and incidentally (Or maybe not so incidentally) right on top of himself, dragging the both down into the water.
When they surfaced, they were both streaming water, and looking at each other, the sudden closeness an overwhelming sensation to both of their senses. Draco moved without thinking and brushed his lips against Harry's and Harry responded without so much as a blink. They stood there, the water coming up to their shoulders and kissed with every ounce of pain that they had felt over the week that they had been apart. There was a heat to it that made them both shiver when Draco finally pulled back, despite the heat of the water. Harry's ragged breath prompted him to put his mouth over the other boys once more, gentler this time, and after a moment when he could no longer bear it, it slid his tongue slowly past Draco's lips, tasting his mouth and eagerly accepting as Draco returned the favor... Finally Draco pulled back, gasping, and stared at Harry for a few moments before wading out of the tub, then helping Harry out.
Harry and Draco didn't say a word, they just looked at each other before finally they muttered something about wet clothes, and dashed to their rooms, trying to sort through feeling neither had felt before...
Author: And then they all died... the ends.... HAHA... no really, its just bed time, and I cant think of anything else to write? You like it, you hate it? Comments, questions, suggestions? Feel free to do any of it!
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Slytherin Prince, Part 3: New House Classification...
Harry and Draco actually avoided each other as much as they possible could over the next week. It was a pleasant relief to their friends, but deep inside, for both of the boys it seemed, turmoil and strife followed them every moment that their mind had time to wonder back to what had happened. They were both utterly confused.
Draco knew that he was bisexual, but he knew that he couldn't be with a Gryffindor, or he would face the wrath of the Malfoy's and the Slytherins...
Harry had no idea if he was bisexual or not, or if it was just Malfseuxal (if you get what that means! () and it wasn't going to affect him, he had this great fear of waking up and thinking that he wanted to sleep with Ron, which thankfully, hadn't happened as of yet.
The point was, that both boys knew that they needed to so something to solve this problem, and they both knew that it was probably going to involve talking to one another. Such and opportunity arose at dinner the next night.
"Attention students, Attention. Due to recent events, I feel that there should be something slightly different this year." Dumbledore's voice interrupted their dinner, everyone looked towards the voice, the man who was talking standing in the front of the room.
When silence had replaced the soft talking that often took place during the dinner meal, Dumbledore continued. "Up until now, there and have Prefects, and Headboys and girls... But due to recent events (Everyone knew that he was talking about Lord Voldemorts return) I have decided that there should be eight new classifications." Everyone who hadn't been interested suddenly was. "I feel that our houses rivalries have went on long enough, so, as of now, there will be a boy and a girl out of every house that will share a common area with another boy or girl from a separate house. There is no age restriction to this, therefore, anyone could be with anyone. For example: Ginny Weasley, (Ron's eyes lighted on his sister) Your new living area will be with..." His eyes scanned the list... "Valmore Dragon..." Ron glared at the Ravenclaw table, where a rather perplexed looking seventh year was looking at the fifth year Ginny with some interest, while Ginny paled, then hid her face. "You will leave directly for you dormitories..." They stood, and he gave them directions and they left.
He listed off other people. Cho Chang of Ravenclaw and Michael Benton of Hufflepuff, Susan Bones and a sixth year girl from Slytherin glared daggers into each other as they left the room. Soon there was only two boys from Gryffindor and Slytherin left. Harry's heart pumped furiously as he glanced in Draco's direction, and saw that the pale boy was looking back at him as well. They both shifted their gazes and looked again at their Headmaster.
"And for the last match, I feel that this is one that will be the most difficult, yet above all most valuable relationship of friendship that we can possibly obtain in this new program. Draco Malfoy..." He beckoned for Draco to rise, "and..." Harry and Ron both waited with bated breath, both praying for completely different results... "Harry Potter." Harry's eyes opened and he stared around, his mouth suddenly dry as he stood and made his way to the front of the room, not having to fake horror as to the fact that his heart had just dropped violently into his stomach in a rollercoaster of emotion and doubts, and that it was working on a new loop or hill with everystep he took towards the platform where Draco stood waiting
. Dumbledore looked at the two of them and said softly for their ears only. "Though I cant tell you why, your relationship is going to play an important part in the future, though I doubt that it will be a very pressing matter to develop it..." He looked at them over his glasses and Harry's face burned from the fact that he knew that Dumbledore knew...
Draco nodded once, and then Dumbledore gave them directions to the room.
Once the exited the hall, they didn't look at each other as they trudged towards the rooms, after being informed that their things were already moved there, to be organized at their own discretion.
Finally, Harry's resolve to keep his mouth shut until Draco said something broke... "How did he know?"
"He's Dumbledore, he knows everything that goes on around here." And for some odd reason, respect was in his voice when he talked about Dumbledore. Draco saw the question in Harry's eyes. "You don't understand, I've never hated him, though I have acted like it... its..." he stopped and shook his head. "To complicated of a relationship to begin to explain." Harry didn't press the matter for the moment, though her knew that he was going to have to get an explanation out of him soon, or die of curiosity one. They were finally in front of the portrait (One with a little squat witch on it who looked rather stern).
"Slythrrendor." Draco said easily and they entered into the room. It was, by far, a magnificent room. Harry threw off his cloak onto one of the many couches by the large fire and went to look around. A door with a lion on it contained his room, large and spacious, bigger than the dormitory, with a balcony that had another just like it beside it, which Draco exited to a few minutes after Harry. Harry hurried inside and went to look at the bathroom. It was enormous, the bathtub more of a swimming pool with faucets than anything. There were large shower heads in the corner of the room that poured from the cealing. He gazed around and grinned as he lowered his hand slowly into the water that already filled the tub. He was contemplating sliding completely into the hot liquid when Draco entered into the room.
He looked at Harry and his mouth went dry. He wanted nothing more at the moment than to see the boy in the tub... but... if wishes had only came true... Instead, he gained part of his Draco attitude and glanced at him. "I don't expect that your going to want me in your room, so don't come into mine." Harry glanced at him for a few moments before he smirked and walked over to Draco, then with one rough movement, pushed him into the tub, where Draco rose, spluttering, his blond hair dripping down in his eyes.
He looked at Harry's playful expression for a moment, his mouth turned down in rather flustered frown, though he wasn't angry really. Draco hadn't seen Harry smile truly for a long while.
"Now that you've drenched me, at east help me out." He finally said, sliding down the sides, and ignoring the steps behind him. Harry stuck out his hand, and Draco couldn't help but think, TRUSTING FOOL as a little minical laughter sounded in his head... Before laughing evilly and jerking Harry into the water, and incidentally (Or maybe not so incidentally) right on top of himself, dragging the both down into the water.
When they surfaced, they were both streaming water, and looking at each other, the sudden closeness an overwhelming sensation to both of their senses. Draco moved without thinking and brushed his lips against Harry's and Harry responded without so much as a blink. They stood there, the water coming up to their shoulders and kissed with every ounce of pain that they had felt over the week that they had been apart. There was a heat to it that made them both shiver when Draco finally pulled back, despite the heat of the water. Harry's ragged breath prompted him to put his mouth over the other boys once more, gentler this time, and after a moment when he could no longer bear it, it slid his tongue slowly past Draco's lips, tasting his mouth and eagerly accepting as Draco returned the favor... Finally Draco pulled back, gasping, and stared at Harry for a few moments before wading out of the tub, then helping Harry out.
Harry and Draco didn't say a word, they just looked at each other before finally they muttered something about wet clothes, and dashed to their rooms, trying to sort through feeling neither had felt before...
Author: And then they all died... the ends.... HAHA... no really, its just bed time, and I cant think of anything else to write? You like it, you hate it? Comments, questions, suggestions? Feel free to do any of it!
Thank you!!!