TITLE::Expressions
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What were they thinking. They were suppose to be bitter rivals enemies. His parents followed Voldemort for crying out loud. But no, Potter just had to overlook that fact and decide to fall in love with him of all people. What happened to the Weaslette? He was sure that Harry would go with her, of all people. It's not like Draco had a choice in the matter. He could still stay here and Potter would leave back to Dumbeldore, but that would leave him alone again.

Draco slid out from the other boy's arm and walked across his room to his dresser, looking for a clean uniform to wear. He took out a pair of trousers for himself, because Harry decided to play in the tub and get his clothes wet.

"Draco…" Draco heard him mutter and through the mirror, he saw Harry abruptly sit up, frantically looking around the room. Draco smirked.

"Over here Potter." Draco murmured as he applied gel to his hair.
"I thought-"

"Well I didn't and wasn't. Unless you want me to?"
"No-no." Harry pouted as he saw Draco dressed. "Where are you going?"

"To class. Something you probably never had in your life." Draco saw the Gryffindor scowl at him.
"But I thought all classes were cancelled." Harry got off the bed and wrapped the sheet around his waist. Draco snorted at that. They spent at least two hours of wild sex or more and it was a bit too late for decency.
"Well, they're aren't."
"Then that means you're not coming to the first challenge, which is Quidditich, which means…" Potter trailed off as his face became white and Draco saw him clutch the sheet to him tighter. "You're not on the team." He flatly said.

"100 points to Gryffindor." Draco muttered. "I quit it because it reminded me of my father."
"Hey Draco?

" "What." Draco said, buttoning his shirt and straightening his tie.
"Why did you choose to come here?"

"Because I couldn't look at you." Draco answered truthfully. He tried not to blame Harry for their death, but whom could he blame?
"If it's about your-"

Draco cut him off with a finger to the lip. "It's not about my parents anymore Harry. Looking at the outcome after the battle, I think they're better off dead."
"Then why do you sound so reluctant to start a relationship with me.?" Harry quietly asked, searching Draco's face for the answer, making Draco turn the other way.

"I'm not reluctant, it's just that this came too fast and besides I didn't think I have a choice, seeing the way you pounced on me earlier."
Harry flushed and Draco thought he looked rather cute.
"I got to go Potter." Draco quickly said and left.

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Harry slowly got dressed, what was the use hurrying. He already missed breakfast and possibly lunch, come to think of it, the morning of passion proved that they shouldn't have fought all those years, when they should've been flirting.
Well it doesn't matter, Harry mused lightly. But Draco never said how he felt about him. He didn't even say 'I hate you Potter,' just 'What are you doing here?'

It'd be nice to know how Draco felt about him, even if he hated him, Harry would at least know Draco thought of him.
Harry took one glance at the room before he shut the door behind him.

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Hermione was mad. No she was angry as hell that she could practically see red when Malfoy passed her in the hall.
When Harry was gone all night, she worried and fretted. She also whined to Ron that something horrible must have happened to him. She yelled at anyone that knew Harry and asked about two thirds of the schools population of his whereabouts. She did not get to sleep a wink last night as she searched every nook and corner for the Savior of the World.

And when she finally saw him, he was sneaking into a room. His steps were very light, something that never happened and for the very first time he was smiling.
She contemplated in going after him in the room, that is until she heard moans emitting from the other side of the wall and you didn't need a genius to figure out what he was doing and it's safe to say that she was red with embarrassment.

Harry was at it again, but not just with anyone. He was with Draco Malfoy, she confirmed a few minutes ago when she passed him.
She decided to leave the two alone for a few hours, but the disgusting sounds kept playing over and over in her head.

Ever since he defeated Voldemort, Harry began to make bad choices. She was okay with that, if it made him happy.
But this thing with Malfoy has gone too far, even by his standards. She could not accept the fact that he had sex with Draco Malfoy for five straight hours, okay she was surprised that they could last that long. With Ron, she was lucky if their lovemaking lasted an hour.

When the door snapped shut and knocked her out of her reverie and Harry looked up, she slapped him and his eyes became a mixture of confusion and anger.
"What the hell was that for?" He snarled and absently rubbed his cheek that was now turning red.

"Where were you last night?" Hermione demanded, crossing her arms and impatiently tapped her fingers.
"Why should I tell you!" He snapped.

"So you don't deny that you were with Malfoy?"
"What I did and whom I did it with is none of your concern." Harry calmly replied, infuriating Hermione more.

. "You are a whore Harry, a male whore! Or should I be more specific, Draco's whore." She sneered. "This has to stop-"
Hermione stumbled back from the force of Harry's slap. She slowly touched the now swelling bruise on her left cheek. It was safe to say that she was in shock. He just slapped her and he didn't even apologize. The nerve of that boy!

"Now listen here, Hermione. Like I said, it's none of your business. Furthermore, what are you doing here? I don't recall telling you where I'll be." He sternly said as he backed her into the wall.
"You were gone all night! What do you think I was thinking?! So I followed you here and…." Hermione's turned red again, too ashamed to tell him that she spied on him.

"You were spying on me?" Harry didn't know whether to be shock or angry.
"Listen Harry, I was worried-" She started to cry.

"But that still doesn't give you the right to follow me!" He snapped.
"We have to win a competition, so get your head or dick out of yours or Draco's ass." Hermione began.

"I'm not the slut here, Hermione." Harry's face contorted in rage. "You're the one in a committed relationship and you still find the time to sleep around. And seeing that your life is failing, don't try to run mines."
That stung Hermione more than the slap. She opened and closed her mouth then took off down the hall, tears spilling from her eyes.

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"And Hogwarts win by ten points…." The commentor said after Harry caught the snitch. The Hogwarts team gracefully landed and headed straight for the lockers
"Rough game, wasn't it?" Blaise clapped Harry on the back. "I wish Draco was playing though…."

Harry tuned Blaise out, just in time to overhear two girls' conversation.
"He likes blue. So how do I look?"

"I don't think he'll care one way or the other when he kisses you." The darker blond commented to the petite girl.
'Wait a minute! Draco likes blue,' Harry thought.
"I mean you two are engaged after all."
'That two timing bastard!' Harry snarled. "But you know how Draco's picky." Replied the smaller girl.
Harry began to see red. Everything around him vanished and he didn't care. He needed to see only one thing in the form of the guy he thought he loved.

But he didn't get that far when Ron's fist connected with his face and made him sprawl backward onto the ground.
"Who do you think you are Potter." Ron spat and angrily clenched his fist. "You have no right to call my girlfriend a slut!"

Harry glanced at Hermione. He could see a blue bruise swelling on her face from their previous encounter and she was pale as a ghost. Her fingers deathly clutched onto Ron's shoulder.
"Because Harry Potter that was and is your job." Ron spat. Harry felt his heart break into dozens of pieces by his best friends, what had gotten into them? "Look at me when I'm talking to you! You bloody coward!" Ron kicked him. They now gather a crowd of onlookers and Harry suddenly felt angry, humiliated and ashamed all at once.

Harry stood up and dusted himself off and calmly but coldly said to Ron, "Check before you accuse me of anything Ron. Hermione did or fuck, as you put it, at least half of the school. It is written in her diary, their names, age, and address are written in her book. And if I remember correctly, she also screwed Snape." Harry menacingly glared at the two. "You also should be thanking me, no groveling and worshipping the ground I walk on for saving your worthless lives over and over again. So don't call me a coward, I like to see you face Voldemort eight times and live each one. But you rather prefer to hide in the dump that you call home, shaking in fear."
"You dare insult my home, when my mom took you in, treated you like her own son, you ungrateful orphan. After everything we did for you, this is how you repay us?" Ron ranted, Harry rolled his eyes and began to walk away. "Don't you dare turn your back on me!"

"I never asked you for anything in my whole life, "Harry shouted over his shoulder, "and I never asked for your friendship. I am also not the only one that makes degratory remarks about your home." Harry reached the door and stomped up the stairs to Draco's room.
He wasn't there so Harry opted to wait for him and give the blond a piece of his mind.

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AUTHORS NOTE:::: Look it's updated and nearly finished!!I kind of lost touch with my beta, well, okies here it is!!