Potter- A complication has occurred due to certain activities that transpired between us. A discussion is in order. Third Floor, the classroom in front of the statue of Uric the Oddball, 11 o'clock. This is serious.
Harry couldn't define what he felt after reading the note. Malfoy wanted to see him about That Thing That Happened. And if Malfoy had contacted him, when it was clear that he would rather eat boiled slugs than have anything to say to him, then it was obviously important for him to know. So when the rest of the Gryffindor boys were asleep, he took his father's cloak and went to meet with Malfoy. The classroom in question was abandoned and recently unlocked. Malfoy was waiting for him, sitting in a chair transfigured into an extra wide couch.
"What's happened?" Harry took off his cloak.
Draco smiled. And then Harry couldn't think of anything else but the desire to kiss Draco within an inch of his life. As he approached Draco, a small thought broke through the fog. Why? He didn't like Draco that way. And suddenly, all desire vanished. Draco frowned when Harry stopped walking.
"What are you waiting for? Come here."
"Malfoy, what are you doing?"
Draco was not expecting Harry to just hesitate like that. He sent out stronger pheromones this time, but Harry only took one step forward before stopping. A look of complete shock took his face.
"Oh Merlin. You are trying to get me to have sex with you, aren't you?"
Harry began backing toward the door. Draco stood up, and sent the full force of his pheromone cloud at Harry, twisting into a dance for good measure. Harry stopped again, but he managed to throw off Draco's influence.
"Why? You don't even like me! You despise me!"
Draco stopped dancing, stunned.
"How can you resist?"
Harry took a breath.
"Malfoy, why are you doing this?"
"You tell me how you are resisting first!"
Both stared at each other for some time.
"Okay. Remember Professor Moody?"
"Yes, of course."
"He put everybody under Imperious, remember? I was the only one to break it. I guess that means I can break you trying to get me to do something I don't want to do. Which is having sex with you. Again. So why do you want to?"
Draco sat back down on the couch and groaned.
"It figures that the great Harry Potter can resist Veela magic."
Harry was fairly sure Draco wouldn't try anything again, so he sat down on the other end of the couch.
"Potter, I do despise you. It's something I've always done."
Harry nodded.
"But right now, I want you."
"But… Uh…"
"Surprising, I know."
"Just because we did it?"
"In your plebeian words, yes."
Harry didn't know what to say. Now, he had experienced odd things in his life since coming to Hogwarts. Draco Malfoy admitting that he wanted to purposely have sex with him took odd to another level. Draco looked up.
"Why haven't you tried to hex me yet?"
"Oh. I forgot."
They sat silently for some more minutes. Odd things happened, and when they did, Harry forged onward to face them. Draco wanted to have sex with him. Odd. He didn't want to have sex with Draco. Not odd. They were having a fairly decent conversation. Odd. Two to one ratio. The Gryffindor did what he just had to do. Stick his nose in.
"Why do you want me?"
Draco shrugged.
"Because I had you already, how should I know why? I just needed to be touched and I figured it would be easier with you, you would've kept your mouth shut."
"Aren't there other guys?"
"No. No one else has as much to lose by telling. Or really up to my standards."
Harry snorted.
"Really. I do have standards. And you happened to be convenient and at least in the top three."
Draco sighed.
"But it didn't work. You've foiled me again, Potter. Congratulations."
"I'm sorry."
"Why?"
Harry shrugged.
"I don't know. You're just lonely, after all."
Draco closed his eyes and Harry could just feel him withdrawing into himself.
"Malfoy?"
"What?"
"Do you need to have sex?"
"If I said yes, would you?"
Harry just glared.
"Oh all right, it's true. I don't need to have sex with you or anybody. It's just an overwhelming appetite."
"Right. Er…"
"Out with it."
"What if I don't have sex with you, but keep you company?"
"Ha ha. I am not amused."
"Really. You could get in a lot of trouble if you go around spouting your Veela magic."
"Why do you care?"
Harry shrugged.
"I don't need your sodding sympathy, Potter."
"Like you don't need my body."
Draco sneered. Harry felt very vexed, but decided to just go ahead and gathered Draco into his arms. Draco struggled after about a second of surprise, but Harry held on.
"What are you doing?"
"Holding on to you."
"Why?"
"First of all, what you just tried to do was practically an Imperious. I won't let you do that to other people. Second of all, I've got the other half of our secret, so I think this is something I can do, since I did you."
Draco winced.
"Third. If I let you touch me, won't it be enough?"
Draco's face took on a licentious look.
"Hugs are the maximum," Harry quickly amended.
"You drive a hard bargain, Potter."
"Well?"
"Fine. I agree. Hugs at the maximum."
Harry nodded and Draco relaxed into the hug.
"This may just demonstrate to me that you are an idiot, but since I know that fact already, what about the Dark Lord?"
"Oh. Um…"
"Don't worry. I don't intend to serve him."
"Why?"
"Potter, you idiot. He's male. A dominating, violent male."
Harry laughed at Draco's disgusted expression and allowed that answer to pass. Draco shifted and hooked his chin over Harry's shoulder, tightening the hug. It was warm. Harry was willing. He could make do with just hugs. He hoped.
Ron had made a promise to himself to be more responsible about Harry. He had to admit that he wasn't really much of a friend during the Triwizard Tournament and it was up to him to be there for Harry. So, when he woke up one night and saw Harry disappearing underneath his Cloak, his first response was to chalk it off as just Harry's wandering habit. Then the next thought was to wonder why Harry didn't tell him and then he got suspicious and then he resolved that he couldn't leave Harry alone to wander around, especially not now. He went over to Harry's trunk and rummaged around slowly so none of the other boys would wake up. Luckily, Harry didn't take the Marauders' Map with him. Ron watch in disbelief as Harry's dot appeared to head straight toward a room with Malfoy's dot inside. The whole situation screamed intervention needed. So Ron folded up the map and putting his robe over his pajamas, went to find Harry.
"How are you feeling today?"
Harry took off his pajama top and set it beside the cloak.
"Exasperated."
"Why?"
"Zabini's been showing off that hot Latin side of his family lately. I hate him. He's very distracting."
Harry rolled his eyes and laid face down on the couch. Both of them found that allowing Draco to give Harry massages was a far more productive thing to do, both intimate and yet safely chaste. Draco began working on Harry's shoulders.
"I wonder. Isn't there some way to get your senses to go down? Some potion or something?"
"You disgust me, Potter. Being part Veela wasn't supposed to be a problem to be cured. Like a werewolf."
"Well, I always thought you were a problem. Ow!"
"Any other remarks and I'll pinch with both my hands."
"Okay, okay! Touchy!"
Draco began a brisk scratching up and down Harry's back.
"The next stage of my Blossoming will be something, if I'm not done."
"What happens?"
"I get a beak and a pair of wings."
"Will it hurt?"
"With my lovely run of luck lately, I shouldn't wonder if it does."
Draco paused.
"Your hair bothers me. I'm going to brush it."
"Won't do any good."
"Humph. We'll see."
Ron stopped just outside of the room and carefully peered in. He was expecting Harry and Malfoy to be dueling at least. He was certainly not expecting Malfoy to be trying to get a brush through Harry's hair or Harry to be just sitting there and accepting it. And where was Harry's pajama top?
"Merlin, Potter. You can lose things in this mess."
Harry jabbed his elbow backwards and caught Draco in the ribs. Draco winced and smacked Harry's head with the brush.
"Jerk."
"Sod."
Ron waited for Harry to attack Malfoy. He didn't. Malfoy returned to brushing Harry's hair.
"Does your father know?"
"Of course not. You know what he would do with my powers. But I'm not a slave. I won't let him make me."
Ron frowned at the strange conversation. Just what was going on?
"Do you still like girls?"
"I notice if they are attractive. But there is no desire."
"So you're gay."
"Call it what you want."
Ron blinked. Weirder and weirder. When Harry lay down on his back and Malfoy began to work on Harry's chest, Ron began to wonder if he had eaten something wrong at dinner that night. This had to be a hallucination.
"You. Are one fine specimen of male," Draco muttered.
Ron gagged. How could Harry endure this? Ooooh. Nasty, dirty thoughts. Ew. Ew.
"Flattery gets you no where."
"Humph. Really, though. Get rid of your hideous glasses. You have a wholly beautiful face. Lovely shoulders… A great chest… Your abs are perfect…"
Harry caught Draco's hands when they trailed below his bellybutton and held them away.
"No."
"Can't blame me for trying, can you?"
Too much for his stomach. And his eyes. They were burning something awful. Ron ran.
TBC