Hello all. This is chapter 8, only 2 left. gotta warn you, a bit of Ginny bashing in this one. sorry, can't help it.Thanks to
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When Harry opened his armwoire the next morning, the Provocative Pumper™ had spit out two pieces of paper. The first said, in Harry's block printing, I want you to kiss me where others can see. with a big green VOID on it. Harry tilted his head for a second, before remembering that he had kissed Draco in the muggle studies room, and the dare had already been done.
The other said, GEORGE WEASLEY SAYS USE CHOCOLATE IN SOME FORM.
The heart split apart, and one went soaring away, only to be stopped by the door. Harry walked over, opened the door, and let it out.
He looked over his meger amount of clothes, and decided he would just stick with wearing underwear, socks, and a robe. After all, if Draco did come to his detention, Harry wanted more kisses then just arms and ankles.
It seemed to take forever for it to be dinner. He rushed down all his food, then ran to Filch.
"Why, I remember in my day, if a student got out of line-"
"On with it." Harry said impatiently.
"You did not just say that to me, Potter."
"So what if I did? What would you do?"
"You have another detention for being so snarky."
"Sounds about right." Harry smiled.
"Potter. Detention on Friday too."
Harry wanted to keep bothering Filch, so he could keep getting detention, but what would happen if Draco didn't show up one day? Then he would be totally miserable. Besides, if Filch realised he liked detention, he would start taking points off Gryffindor instead.
"I'm sorry sir."
"Damn right you are. Now give me your wand, and off to the room with you."
Harry went to the room beside the one he had cleaned the night before, and sure enough, Draco was there 10 minutes later.
"Scorigufy."
"So," Harry said bravely, "the room is clean, what do you want to do now?"
"Oh, I have a few ideas." he answered.
They kissed for the longest time, (not that Harry was counting the minutes) then Draco pushed him on the floor again. They kissed for quite awhile longer, before Draco abruptly stood up and said, "I can tell you're getting bored."
"Gah?" Harry cleared his throat and said more understandably, "I mean, what? Bored, are you out of your mind? I love kissing you."
"Well, if you want to go on kissing, you don't get to try my new idea." Draco smirked.
"God, I'm So Bored." Harry said, barely holding his smile.
"Well, I have a way to fix that!" Draco said, smiling broadly. He fished through his pockets, and pulled out a chunk of chocolate.
"Chocolate? George?"
"Yeah, well, I didn't want the damned thing to follow me around and bite my leg anymore."
"You could have gotten the yelling half."
"Yeah, well I didn't want a half of a heart floating around and yelling Harry's body drenched in chocolate syrup. Do you have any idea what Timothy would have said to that?"
"True enough. So, what are we doing with this chocolate?"
"That's for me to know, and you to experience."
"You got the saying wrong."
"What saying?"
"Never mind."
Draco went to sit on the floor, back resting against the wall. "Come here, I can't drag you, my left arm is still messed up."
Harry scrambled over to Draco, and sat at a 45 degree angle, so his head was resting on Draco's right shoulder.
Draco suddenly jerked, so Harry's head fell off his shoulder. He rested his head on the shoulder again, and Draco jerked again. He sat up properly. "What?" he whined. Harry wanted to snuggle, and Draco wasn't letting him.
"We can't kiss if my neck can't turn at that direction and angle."
"Fine." Harry scooted his butt further away from Draco, then laid down on his back, with his head resting on Draco's thigh. "This good enough for you? I like it."
He ruffled the black hair with his slender fingers. "This is something I thought I wouldn't be saying 3 weeks ago. Not only are your strands of hair lifted by angels in transfiguration, they're also lifted when you lie in my lap while we snuggle."
Harry turned a bit, so his face was buried in Draco's hip and pelvis, his chin almost, but not quite touching his groin. He reached up his arms, wrapped them around Draco, and kissed his pelvis.
"Can you feel that through your robes?" he asked, after he was done.
"Not quite. I guess I better take them off, shouldn't I?"
But instead of taking his off, he stripped Harry of his, to leave him in his boxers. Draco peppered kisses all over Harry's body, before whispering, "Kiss me." and he stuck the piece of chocolate in his mouth.
Harry arched his body up, and Draco leaned down, and they kissed, swirling tongues, and the chocolate revolved in their mouths, and it slowly started to melt, and they were both breathing through their nose to not choke, and only when the last bits of the Honeydukes chocolate was finished did they separate.
Finally, they had to leave, but as Harry slipped his robe back on, he said, "I purposely pissed Filch off. I'll be down here tomorrow night too."
"Good to know."
Harry had to suffer through most of Friday listening to Ron and Hermione fight, and Seamus talk about his various conquests, and all the regular general Gryffindor things that didn't used to annoy him, but because he had to wait until 8 to see Draco, now they got on his nerves horribly.
And what was even more annoying then that was the fact Seamus didn't even get mad when he was describing Belinda's kisses at lunch, and Harry told him to shut up because he was being a git.
"Oh, I see, you got some of that I'm-really-pissed-off-because-I-have-a-date-with-Saniya-in-two-days-and-I-can't-wait-that-long-and-everyone-around-me-is-too-happy-when-I'm-miserable attitude."
"No I don't. Now shut up."
Seamus looked at the rest of the 7th years sitting at that end of the table, nodded his head, pointed at Harry, and mouthed 'he's got that attitude'.
"Seamus, I can see you do that."
"See me doing what?" he asked innocently.
"Seamus, you're still pointing to me! At least fake not doing anything after you've taken your hand down." Harry didn't know weather to laugh or get angry.
He had to suffer through 4 more classes after lunch, then a bit of time in Gryffindor, then dinner before he had his wonderful perfect detention.
From Filch's office he sprinted to the room he was supposed to go to. What seemed like hours later, Draco walked through the door.
Without pausing to say hello, or even to do the cleaning spell, Draco threw his arms around Harry, and being the stronger of the two, picked him up and spun him a bit.
"Well, hello to you too."
"Sorry, I'm just in a good mood. I got a good mark on my Potions essay." with that, he kissed Harry, and tipped him back so he fell onto the floor in a heap.
He pulled off his robe. He was wearing black jeans and a light grey cotton shirt that buttoned at the wrists that would have been quite sophisticated if not for the fact it couldn't go beyond his elbow on his left arm.
"Does your arm still hurt?" Harry asked.
"Yeah. However, it doesn't stop me from doing this." Draco said, before sitting on the floor with Harry, and covering his face with kisses. He went a bit lower onto Harry's neck, and kissed it, before biting it lightly. Harry couldn't help himself, he moaned in pleasure.
He began to nibble on Harry's ear. When he pulled away, he smiled and said, "It tastes as good as I thought it would."
Harry tilted his head, and moved Draco's hair so he could try his ear. Draco tasted of bananas, and since he smelled that way too, Harry decided that must be the flavour of soap he used.
He got out his wand, said scorigufy, and said a new spell Harry didn't know. "Exuo Induviae."
Harry was stunned as what was like invisible hands ripped his robe off. Draco looked at Harry's small but muscled from Quidditch body and smiled. "I see I don't have to say it again."
"Yeah, well, when you kissed me all over, I was hoping you would do it again, and I wanted you to have a bit more of my body to work with."
"What I could do with the empty canvas of your body Harry, you have no idea. I stay awake some nights, envisioning things I could do. I think I might love you. Do you know what dillettante means?"
"Yeah, Hermione explained when you called yourself it in a letter 3 weeks ago. An admirer of the fine arts, but you like one branch best."
"Exactly. You are my artwork, you have been since I met you in Madame Malkins, and I saw the way your hair lie against your forehead. I didn't know who you were, but I knew you were beautiful, and I hoped you would be in Slytherin, so I could study you for the next 7 years. Then I saw you again on the train, and I knew I had to be close to you, but you refused. So I got angry, and treated you badly. Then I noticed you had a certain angelic way of getting angry, that I had to see it again and again. You are gorgeous in many different ways, but your anger is righteous and perfect, and if I didn't get to have you in other ways, at least I owned your anger. Now I get your beauty as you kiss me, your glamour as you talk a muggle bus driver into giving us a free ride, your grace as you fall to the floor in my embrace." he leaned in and kissed Harry, but when he pulled away, he had Harry's lip in his teeth.
"What are you doing!" screamed a voice from the opposite side of the room, they both whirled their heads to see who had shouted.
Both Ginny and a girl Harry had never seen before were standing in the doorway. Draco obviously knew who she was though, for he said, "Katy, you jealous git, go away."
"She's not jealous!" Ginny said hotly. "She's one of the few students that recognises what a bad idea you two being together are."
"Ginny, what are you talking about?" Harry asked.
"He's turning you into another Seamus Finnigan. It's only been 3 weeks, and he's already got you naked."
"Ginny, I'm not naked, I'm in boxers, and I'm certainly not Seamus Finnigan, I'm still a virgin, unlike some people." he said, staring at her.
"You are?" Draco said. "That's so sweet!"
"that's besides the point." Katy said blatently.
"Exactly. The point is, you shouldn't be together." Ginny explained.
"Both of you stop, and go away. Me and Harry are together, we care about each other, and we don't need you two to harass us."
"Oh, it's not like we're the only ones to think that you shouldn't be together. Colin wanted Harry, and Pascal wanted Draco-"
"Oh gods, Pascal." Draco said, rolling his eyes.
"But then they decided it was hopeless, and they fell in love with each other instead. Ah, boys, so fickle."
"Yeah, because it's not hopeless at all. We have ways of making you drift apart. And once you do, I'll have Draco, and Ginny'll have Harry.
"Oh no she won't!" Draco said possessively, before swooping onto Harry's mouth and kissing him hard, sticking his tongue in his mouth, and biting on his bottom lip. Harry was rather disappointed he just did it to show off, as it was a wonderful kiss, and he hoped for a repeat performance. Maybe he should provoke draco in the halls sometime?
As they went on with their kiss, Ginny screamed out "Reverbero!"
And again there seemed to be invisible hands in the room, though this time they worked against the boys. They were dragged at least 10 feet apart from each other.
Then Katy pointed her wand and said, "Perculsus murus."
Harry got up and tried to walk over to Draco, but 4 feet away from the boy, it felt like he had walked right into a wall. He tried to push through it, and he got an electric shock. He backed up a step. "Ginny, what did you do?"
"oh, I've only begun to do." she said. She raised her wand hand again. "Poena!"
"what does that mean?" Harry yelled, as Draco started to writhe on the ground.
"Ginny, why would you do that? I know you want Harry, but don't hurt my Draco to do it. I wouldn't hurt Harry to get to Draco!" Katy said. She turned to Harry. "It's a darker type of spell, sort of like crucio, but it's legal. Well, barely. It's less of a hammer smashing his leg bones to pieces and more of a stubbing your toe type of pain. You can be crucioed to death, but you can't be poenaed to death."
"Well, stop her! Filch has my wand, I can't do it."
"I can't." she said, quite calmly. "The spell only works if she's doing it in passion. I'm too relaxed to have enough passion to counteract it."
Harry sprinted out of the room. It seemed like hours, but it was probably only a few minutes before he got to the hospital wing.
Luckily she was there, and when she found out a student had been hurt because he was brave enough to be in a gay relationship, she was incensed.
Harry escorted Draco and Madame Pomphrey to the hospital wing, and Katy made sure Ginny didn't do anything else.
"He's going to be sleeping in the wing tonight Harry, its for the best."
"Why?"
"Well, he refuses to have any chocolate to make himself feel better, and that spell hurt him. He has to stay here for the night."
"Ok. Can I stay with him?"
"Yes." she turned to leave. "Oh, and Harry?"
"Yeah?"
"The next time you want to do something that not everyone would approve of, try to remember to do it in one of the rooms behind Dermot's portrait, ok?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, you were obviously doing something with Mr Malfoy. You're not wearing a robe, or a shirt, or pants. If you do whatever you boys like doing together in one of those rooms, not only can house elfs bring you anything you might need, there won't be a chance of unfriendly people walking in on you."
Harry nodded his head, and she left. Katy came in a few minutes later, and undid the shocking spell.
"Aren't you going to remove the barrier?"
"I don't know how. Ginny found the spells, I just said the one she told me to. I'm pretty sure it's one of those time released ones though. I'm sorry she went batty, but I still think I'm right. I love Draco, and I don't think you should be together, I just wouldn't hurt you to get you apart." she twirled and left the room, robes swirling around her feet.
Harry wanted to scream. What was wrong with everyone? What was the huge problem with liking someone? Seamus had flings with everyone, no one cared. Dean was dating Parvarti, and no one hexed them.
He rested his head against the barrier Ginny had created, and tried to fall asleep. The last thing he saw before he nodded off was Draco's face, and he had dreams about the boy. Brilliant wonderful white lit dreams, with the bulbs so strong their faces were bleached. Draco was almost gone, his pale skin blending in with the white, and he took his shirt off, and that skin got lighter and lighter, his entire body was getting whiter, and Harry, skin whiter but hair still a rich black ran towards him, just as they went to kiss, Draco turned completely white, and Harry fell through him like he was a ghost. The whiteness had no floor, so he just kept falling. At the same moment, his head fell, and hit Draco in the stomach. Draco screamed from shock of being hit in the stomach, and Harry screamed from being scared that his dream was coming true, and he was falling. Then they both stopped screaming, and Draco wrapped his arms around Harry, who was still shuddering. "Are you alright, my love?"
"I just had a dream, that's all. Are you ok? I can't believe Ginny put a spell on you."
"well, I've told you for how long now her and Colin are crazy about you? doesn't surprise me, and Katy and Pascal don't surprise me either."
"I just didn't think she was the kind of person to do that."
"Harry, you're a great person, but a bad judge of character. You happen to remember pppppppoor stuttering professor Quirrel?
"That was 5 years ago!"
"Do you really want me to write you a list of all the stupid things you've done? I love you, but you're dense." to soften the verbal blow, he kissed harry's forehead.
"are you going to stay here for the night, or are you going to go back to Gryffindor?"
"do you want me to stay here?"
"of course, but it's not up to me."
Harry stopped leaning on Draco's chest, and stood up. He saw Draco wince, and he knew he thought he didn't want to be with him, but that wasn't true. He rounded the bed to the other side, and crawled in under the blanket. Somehow, Harry was the one in boxers and nothing else, but Draco was still the colder one. He lay on his right side, to favour his left arm, and Harry lay behind him, his left arm wrapped around Draco's stomach. They said nothing, and drifted off to sleep again, comfortable with each other.
When they woke up Saturday morning, it was after 12. They knew Madame Pomphrey must have been in the room at least once, because she had left a glass of orange juice and a potion he was supposed to have. They were both startled that she hadn't stopped them from sleeping together, but they weren't complaining.