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A/N: Thanks to everyone who has reviewed so far, it means a lot to me. Also, thanks to Alice who helped me when I had writer's block. =3
Chapter Twelve - Close Encounters
"Potter?" Malfoy called out into the silence.
With an impatient sigh, Malfoy stomped out of the kitchen and called out again. No answer. Harry remained in the bathroom, slumped against the door.
"Potter, I know you're in there," Malfoy spat, glaring at the mahogany door. "Get your ass out, and get some tea!"
Silence ensued. Harry, who was very stubborn, made no effort to talk to Malfoy. He glared at his shoes, as if they were to blame. He heard Malfoy sigh deeply and lean against the door, causing it to creak slightly.
"Potter, I'm so sorry," Malfoy said quietly.
Harry heard Malfoy sit down at the opposite side of the door. Harry pressed his ear against the wood, desperate to hear if anything else was said.
"Why couldn't we have just stayed enemies?" Malfoy said, groaning. "This is a lot more difficult."
"What do you mean?" Harry enquired, stroking his finger across the patterns on the door.
"Liking you!" Malfoy exploded. "I... I really like you."
"Really?" Harry asked shyly.
"I guess. But don't ask me why - it's just a feeling. Maybe it will go away," Malfoy muttered.
"Do you want it to go away?" Harry asked nervously.
Harry couldn't hear what Malfoy had to say - there was a loud bang on the door and Harry heard Ron shouting. Malfoy whinged and Harry heard him shuffle to the door.
"Fuck off, Weasel!" Malfoy yelled.
"Let me in!" Ron shouted.
Harry, whose bum had started to numb considerably, jumped up and unlocked the bathroom door, shuffling up to Malfoy. Ron was thumping the door violently and swearing at Malfoy, and Harry could hear Hermione shriek indignantly.
"Fuck off!" Malfoy repeated.
"NO! We want to see Harry!" Hermione pleaded.
"Harry - let us in!" Ron sounded slightly confused. "Are you there, Harry?"
Malfoy looked amused as he turned to Harry, one eyebrow raised. He waited. Harry waited. Harry wasn't sure if he wanted his friends to come in or not.
"Yeah, I'm here," Harry said dejectedly. "Hang on."
Out of the corner of his eye, Harry could see Malfoy grimace as Harry unlocked the door from his side, sighing heavily. Ron bounded into the room, looking quite intimidating as he stood to his full height. Hermione looked less scary and, Harry thought suddenly, quite pretty. Malfoy seethed with fury and slammed himself down into a couch, looking enraged. Had it been Malfoy's way, they would have been told to sod off. Hermione kissed Harry on the cheek as she always did, causing Malfoy to pout sulkily. Ron wrinkled his nose up in disgust as he saw the decor, elbowing Hermione in the ribs and chuckling slightly.
"Like what you did with the place, Malfoy," Ron sniggered.
"Look, Weasel. See that dresser over there? It cost more than your house," Malfoy hissed, staring into the fire.
"OI!" Ron shouted, reddening a little.
"What are you doing here?" Malfoy demanded. "This is our experiment. We are supposed to be alone. Piss off," Malfoy said through gritted teeth.
"We only came to drop off these," Hermione said huffily, holding up the games that Dumbledore promised.
"Thank you, fuck off now," Malfoy said impatiently.
"Why do you want us to go so much?" Ron asked, glaring at the back of Malfoy's head. "Don't be so impertinent."
"Ooh, such a big word for a Weasel. How long did it take you to learn it? A month? 3 months?" Malfoy sneered. "Your family are the lowest of low, Weasel."
Ron darted towards Malfoy, but Harry grabbed his robes and pulled him back. Malfoy turned around and grinned even more, pleased at annoying Ron. Hermione stood at the sidelines, mouthing helplessly.
"Harry! Let - me - get - him!" Ron snarled. He struggled free of Harry's grip, his face burgundy red with anger.
"NO! Don't you dare hit Draco!" Harry shouted. Ron stopped moving, Hermione gasped and Malfoy's sneer faded.
"W-what?" Ron stuttered.
Harry panicked. He had said Malfoy's first name. The other three looked at him expectantly, awaiting an answer.
"Er... well..." Harry hung his head, unable to think of anything.
"What Harry means is that since we're supposed to be on friendly terms now, we shouldn't have our friends hate us too," Malfoy said slowly, his eyes upon Harry thoughtfully.
"Yeah," Harry nodded gratefully.
"Well I can't help you with that," Ron said darkly, heading for the door. "I'll NEVER like you, Malfoy. Ever. Maybe it's because you piss me off. Maybe it's the fact you insult me all the time. Maybe you're just a pompous git. To me, you're pond scum."
"Oh, fuck off," Malfoy growled, rolling his eyes. "You just can't live with being the wimpy sidekick, can you? Granger has the brains. Top of the year, I hate to add. Pott- Harry is The Boy Who Lived. Who are you? Aside from one of many Weasels, you're a nobody."
Harry watched as Ron's face inflamed and, to Harry's horror, he blinked back tears. As Ron stood there, in slightly tattered robes and other hand-me-downs, Harry and Hermione stared at him. They had known this long ago, but hadn't even dared bring it up. Ron let out a strangled yell as neither friend stood up for him and stormed out of the room. Hermione looked lost, torn between two friends, but soon scampered off after Ron.
A few hours passed as the sun slowly began to set. Harry and Malfoy had remained in Malfoy's quarters, having eaten a few sandwiches that Malfoy had pulled together reluctantly. They had avoided the subject of Ron and Hermione for nearly six hours, preferring to talk about Quidditch and lessons and other things. It was when Harry glanced at the half open door again that he remembered the events from earlier on, and his mood faltered. Malfoy caught sight of Harry's visible exhaustion and sat down on a chair by the fire wearily.
"Sorry," Malfoy mumbled, "but I'll never like your friends, Potter."
"Oh, we're on last name terms again?" Harry spat angrily.
"HARRY!" Malfoy screamed. He began to massage his temples slowly, leaning forward in his seat. "Harry. They set me on edge all the bloody time. If you want to get along with me, don't ever invite them round again."
"What happened to 'I really like you'?" Harry said bitterly.
Malfoy pulled the other chair towards his and gestured for Harry to sit down. Harry obliged and stared into the fire once more, the familiar feeling of deja vu sweeping across him. Malfoy leaned in closer and placed a hand on Harry's thigh, smiling slightly.
"I do like you," Malfoy said gently. Harry tried to ignore the shivers zipping up and down his leg. "But I can't stand it when you're part of the triumphant trio. I prefer it when we're alone."
"Well, why did you break away from our hug?" Harry pointed out shakily.
"Because I knew we were confused. I knew that we didn't know why we were doing it, but we were. It's not a feeling I like, Harry," Malfoy glanced at Harry, who had been deep in thought.
"So... so you admit that you like boys 'in that way'?" Harry said tentatively.
"Well, yes and no. I mean, I still like Pansy's tits," Malfoy said, and Harry laughed. "I see that you like Hermione, too."
"Just as a friend. She's out with Viktor Krum," Harry explained. Malfoy's eyes grew wide with surprise.
"Krum?! THE Krum? God. That sort of explains why he picked her for the second task in the Triwizard Tournament, then. He must have fancied her," Malfoy added thoughtfully. "What about you... do you like boys too?"
"There's no point lying about it - yes," Harry shrugged. "But it's just a feeling; I haven't made it official or anything."
"I always knew you were different," Malfoy said smugly, leaning back and releasing his hand from Harry's thigh. "I mean... famous Harry Potter, doesn't even date a girl until 5th year and then it goes down the pan anyway!"
"Don't rub it in," Harry said, annoyed. He smiled suddenly. "Where are your girlfriends, Sir Smug?"
"I've had my fair share," Malfoy said sincerely. "But they bored me after a while. There was no foreplay or anything - they just spread their legs and got it over and done with. Pansy was a little bit different; she's into bondage. I didn't get bored of that, but her screechy voice always wore me out."
"I can't believe I'm swapping stories with you, Malfoy," Harry chuckled. "I wouldn't dream of telling Ron or Hermione how I felt."
"Why not?" Malfoy asked.
"Because... because it wouldn't go down well. Especially not with Ron," Harry said sadly.
"Homophobic git," Malfoy said calmly.
"It's not just that. I fancy the enemy, and that would probably set Ron's face on fire," Harry groaned.
"What?" Malfoy gasped. "Your enemy? You fancy you-know-who?"
"No, you idiot!" Harry snickered.
"Well then, who?!"
Harry stared at Malfoy pointedly, and was pleased to see him smile with appreciation. Before Harry knew it, Malfoy had progressed a few inches closer towards him, and could see his shimmering grey eyes staring hopefully into his. Harry brushed Malfoy's hair away from his face, gazing at his porcelain features. As the fire danced away, the flickering orange light bounced onto Malfoy's face, giving him a strange glow that made him seem even more perfect, something Harry thought to be impossible. He realised he was only inches away from Malfoy now, and that their noses were touching slightly.
"You look amazing," Harry said slowly, running his hand up Malfoy's arm.
"Shut up," Malfoy whispered, and brushed his lips against Harry's.
Harry's world faded around him, the room becoming a hazy blur of semi-darkness as he shut his eyes, lost in the moment. All he could think about was Malfoy, and how wonderful this was. They felt so right together, the kiss felt so deep that it seemed unreal. Malfoy slowly brought his hand up to cup Harry's cheek, and Harry responded by taking the kiss further, parting Malfoy's lips with his tongue and begun to explore him. Malfoy moaned quietly and briefly broke the kiss so he could get off his chair and straddle Harry. Harry groaned with anticipation and was glad when Malfoy leaned in once more.
Harry trembled with exhilaration as he began to undo the buttons on Malfoy's shirt. He opened his eyes lazily and saw more and more fair skin revealed, until the shirt finally slipped off. Harry closed his eyes once more; revelling in the sensation of Malfoy pressed against him. This felt like a dream, a dream Harry had dreamt in the summer long after his visit to the Manor. He never thought he would be able to touch Malfoy in this way - he thought it was a distant delusion, something he could never reach. All his past visions of Malfoy merged into the one vivid image in front of him now, the pale boy that sat before him smiling down on him. Harry desperately wanted to take his shirt off too, his back now slightly sticky with sweat. Harry gasped loudly as Malfoy began to rock slowly back and forth against his groin, whimpering incoherently as he did so.
Between stolen kisses they would glance at each other, checking to see if there was any hesitation. Malfoy began to speed up, going harder and harder and Harry couldn't help it; his hips lifted up, his erection pressed against Malfoy and Harry moaned Malfoy's name unintentionally.
Harry rested his hands on Malfoy's hips, urging him to go harder, while Malfoy expertly began to strip Harry, his pale fingers slipping in and out of Harry's shirt. Harry darted forward and began to suck gently on one of Malfoy's nipples, and Malfoy stopped what he was doing to grasp Harry's head and urge him forward to suck harder. Harry could feel Malfoy run his hands through Harry's raven coloured hair as he grinded against Harry frantically. Muffled moans and gasps echoed around the room and out the open door that Hermione had forgotten to close, but neither Harry nor Malfoy took notice as they were lost in their own little world.
Malfoy tore himself away from Harry's lips and began to slowly trail kisses down Harry's bare chest, slowing his pace to tease Harry as he reached Harry's trousers. With a touch of impatience, Malfoy unzipped and pulled down both trousers and boxers as Harry watched him open-mouthed. Malfoy didn't even bother to remove them all the way before taking Harry's cock into his mouth.
Harry cried out in surprise, bucking his hips involuntarily. The room became even more of a blur, but Malfoy stood out clearly, his blond hair loose around his face as he moved up and down on Harry's cock. Harry watched as his cock disappeared in Malfoy's mouth again and again, sending shudders of pleasure up and down Harry's spine when he did so. Malfoy's hands snaked their way up and down Harry's inner thighs and they tickled him slightly, sending him over the edge. Harry arched his back as he came, moaning Malfoy's name over and over as he trembled uncontrollably.
Malfoy sat back from Harry, grinning. Harry smiled back and sighed deeply. Malfoy blushed as he realised he was still very, very hard. Harry had no trouble noticing this too, and got up from the seat, stumbling over to the bed and looking over to where Malfoy was. He patted the space beside him, eager to return the favour so Malfoy could feel the same sensations he felt right now. Malfoy clambered onto the bed and Harry pushed him down, lightly nibbling at Malfoy's collarbone as his hands worked at Malfoy's trousers, clumsy with anxiety.
Harry licked his way up Malfoy's thighs, relishing at the bittersweet essence of Malfoy's skin. He stroked Malfoy's erection gently and saw Malfoy bite his lip, holding in his moans. That wouldn't do, Harry wanted to hear him. He gripped Malfoy tightly and began to lick and suck him, and Malfoy quivered, letting his whimpers escape. It didn't take long until Harry felt Malfoy jerk suddenly beneath him, and Harry swallowed as much cum as he could, all the while hearing Malfoy swear in shock.
"Harry..." Malfoy sounded impressed, beaming down at the boy between his legs.
"Don't mention it," Harry grinned, licking at the side of his lips tentatively as he cleaned away the spilled cum.
"Harry..." Malfoy trailed off, staring into space.
"What?" Harry asked, sitting up nervously.
"I didn't think this would happen," Malfoy whispered. "It was always a dream I had. That's how it felt."
"Well that makes two of us, then," Harry said, moving up next to Malfoy on the bed. "That was truly wonderful."
"Mmm," Malfoy grinned. "You can't expect less from a Malfoy."
Harry laughed and stroked Malfoy's cheek tenderly. Malfoy shut his eyes and wrapped his arms around Harry, resting his head on Harry's shoulder. Harry lazily ran his fingers through Malfoy's blonde hair, feeling very sleepy.
"What time is it?" Malfoy asked groggily.
"Er... nine o' clock," Harry mumbled.
"Oh. Well, goodnight, Harry," Malfoy muttered, and within minutes they were both fast asleep.
Neither one had heard the boy watching them from the doorway; an evil smile fixed on his face. Blaise turned around and walked away with a skip in his step.
He couldn't wait to tell the other Slytherins tomorrow.