CHAPTER TWO
Although I know he loves me, tonight my heart is sad, his kiss was not so wonderful, as all the dreams I'd had.- Sara Teasdale
The next day everyone was talking about how Harry Potter had walked into Potions, holding Draco Malfoy in his arms. The reasons for this varied wildly. Some thought that they had dueled and Harry had rendered Malfoy unconscious, then lied about him fainting. I mean, Draco Malfoy, Fainting? It didn't seem very likely. This camp was composed almost entirely of Slytherins.
The rest of the school seemed to take Harry's word that Draco had fainted. The reason for this was a widely debated matter. Some thought that Harry had kissed him and Draco had fainted from shock. Harry had come out in fifth year, although none of the people he'd kissed had fainted. Those who believed this story all agreed that Harry had merely done it to annoy him. He couldn't possibly be attracted to him. This was Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy. The thought of Harry liking him was more unbelievable than Draco fainting from the shock of being kissed. Everyone else seemed to think that he'd been doing a lot of dark magic over the summer and was drained of energy. The truth never crossed people's minds.
At dinner, Seamus Finnigan asked him if he really had kissed Draco. Harry told him and those avidly listening, that he hadn't, Draco had really just fainted. But Harry did blush at the thought of kissing Draco. All this talk had him thinking about the Slytherin in a new and uncomfortable way.
Seamus noticed Harry blush, and frowned. Seamus and Harry had been seeing each other since last year, and had written to each other over the summer. Harry thought that Seamus was his boyfriend, he'd never had one before, so he wasn't sure. All he knew was that he wasn't seeing anyone else and neither had Seamus. Harry had never thought about seeing anyone else. Seamus was the only one he'd wanted to see. Not that he was thinking about it now. He certainly wasn't thinking about Malfoy. Malfoy hated him. Remembering his resolution the night before, he excused himself.
As he approached the hospital wing, he hesitated. What exactly was he going to say? Hey Malfoy, how are the ribs? By the way why do you utterly loathe and despise me? He sighed, laying his head against the hospital door. Summoning up all his Gryffindor courage, he pushed open the door, and ran straight into Draco. Harry stepped back, his resolve weakening when faced with reality.
"Potter. You are really starting to annoy me with this running into me shit."
Suddenly his resolve came rushing back. " Maybe you're the one running into me, Malfoy."
Draco rolled his eyes and went to pass him, but Harry stopped him with a hand on his arm.
Draco turned to him and said in a flat tone, "Potters take your hands off me. Now."
"Look Malfoy, I just want to ask you a question and then I promise to leave you alone."
"A question. You want to ask me a question? Of course you do." With a low chuckle he leaned back against the wall, crossing his arms. " Well my world does revolve around you, doesn't it? So ask me then."
Harry faltered a moment, surprised by Malfoy's easy acquiescence. He recovered shortly however, asking quickly, before he lost his nerve. "Malfoy what did you mean when you said, I'd be the death of you? And why do you hate me so much?"
Draco's face went blank and he straightened very slowly.
He stepped toward Harry, and Harry stepped back, until he had him pressed against the door.
"I hate you Potter," he said furiously, "because my father preformed crucio on me for the first time, when I was eleven, and I came home for Christmas break telling him how you'd refused my friendship. I hate you, because every time I lose a quidditch match to you, I'm in pain for a week afterward. I hate you, because you've ruined my life and been blissfully ignorant of the fact, living in your sunshine world where nobody but Harry bleeding Potter matters. As for what I meant when I said you'd be the death of me, I'd think that would be obvious. The human body can only take so much abuse. If I go home, I don't know how much longer I'll last. I'm sure that the story of you carrying me in your arms has reached him. I doubt he'll find it funny. And if I don't go home, to the Malfoy's I'll be dead, and my whole way of life will be over. I hope that satisfies your curiosity," he said through gritted teeth. "Now get out of my way."
Harry stepped aside and Draco brushed past him and out the door. He walked slowly back up to the tower, sinking into a chair near the fireplace. He sat gazing into the fire as thoughts whipped through his mind. Was he really that self centered? How had he never noticed that Malfoy had been in so much pain? There must have been signs. After every quidditch match...in pain for a week... crucio. Harry lay his head on his knees and tried to forget, to erase the words from his mind. He started as he felt a hand brush through his hair.
"Harry," said a soft voice filled with concern. " What's wrong?"
Harry looked down into startlingly blue eyes in a tan faced, framed by blondish brown hair. He looked into eyes that held no hate, no pain, just warmth and concern. He grasped the front of Seamus's robes, asking in a desperate voice, "How can you like me? How can you like someone so self centered? So completely wrapped up in his own pain, that he's blind to everyone else's. How?"
Seamus pulled him down from the chair and into his arms, stroking Harry's head as it rested on his broad shoulder. "Harry you're the most noble and kind person I know. If anything I'd say you care too much. Who put this rubbish into your head?"
Harry just shook his head, refusing to answer.
Seamus slowly pushed him pack, until they were face to face. He took Harry's face into his hands. "I could never like someone that self centered, and I like you. I really like you," he said kissing him softly on the lips.
Harry looked into his deep blue eyes, and he believed him. He just wanted to keep staring into those blue eyes until the warmth in them melted away the memory of the coldness of the gray ones. He wanted to forget.
Harry leaned forward pressing their lips together and slowly sliding his tongue into Seamus's mouth. His hands went to Seamus's chest, tracing it lightly, before coming to rest at his waist. He gently pushed him back to the floor, leaning down on top of him. He inched his fingers under the bottom of Seamus's shirt, trailing his fingers lightly along the waist band of his trousers. He pressed soft wet kisses down the side of Seamus's neck, then brought their faces close. "I think we should go up to our room."
Seamus's eyes widened. They'd been dating for months, but they'd never done anything but kiss. " Harry are you sure?"
He leaned forward nibbling on Seamus's earlobe. "I'm sure," he whispered.
They raced up to their room. Harry pushed Seamus onto the bed, giving him a searing kiss, before going to the door and saying a locking spell.
Harry turned around and drew in a sharp breath. Seamus had apparently spent the time Harry had taken locking the door in a quite productive manner. He bit his lip as he raked his eyes over the naked body of the boy lying in his bed. But still Harry thought of Draco's words and the guilt had not left him. Determined not to think of it, he walked toward the bed, and forgot for a while.
Harry woke to a loud pounding noise, and sat up quickly. The pounding was accompanied by shouts. Fearing something bad had happened, like an attack by Voldemort, Harry draped the sheet around his waist and hurried to the door; after all facing Voldemort was one thing, but facing him naked was quite another.
He flung open the door to find Dean and Ron. "What's happened?" he asked quickly. "Has Voldemort attacked?"
Both Dean and Ron rolled their eyes, pushing past him.
"No Harry, we just wanted to get in to go to sleep, this is our room too, you know. Why did you lock the . . . " Ron trailed of, his mouth opening slightly.
Harry followed his gaze and groaned. There was Seamus, laying in all his glory.
He was trying to cover himself but Harry had the sheet. He settled for cupping his hands around himself.
Harry blushed as both boys looked at him. It was very obvious they'd been doing something.
"Harry the sheet," Seamus spit out.
"Oh right, sorry," he said as he rushed back to the bed to cover them both. They both looked up at the boys standing slack jawed, staring at them. "Um.. Do you think you could give us a minute?"
"Um, right. Sorry about that mate. We'll just go and you to can... we'll just go," he said taking Dean's arm, who was standing there an odd look on his face.
Once they'd left, Harry turned smiling to Seamus. "You wouldn't think they'd be that shocked. I mean, we've been seeing each other for months."
"Well, I can understand. I mean, we've never really even kissed in front of them before. At least not a proper kiss. For them to see us in the altogether, must have been, altogether rather shocking," he said with a grin.
"Well we should probably get dressed and go down to the common room, make sure they haven't died of shock."
Seamus nodded and both boys got up starting to get dressed. "Harry, that was, well you were amazing," Seamus stammered.
"So were you," Harry said smiling, but Draco still haunted his thoughts.
Although I know he loves me, tonight my heart is sad, his kiss was not so wonderful, as all the dreams I'd had.- Sara Teasdale
The next day everyone was talking about how Harry Potter had walked into Potions, holding Draco Malfoy in his arms. The reasons for this varied wildly. Some thought that they had dueled and Harry had rendered Malfoy unconscious, then lied about him fainting. I mean, Draco Malfoy, Fainting? It didn't seem very likely. This camp was composed almost entirely of Slytherins.
The rest of the school seemed to take Harry's word that Draco had fainted. The reason for this was a widely debated matter. Some thought that Harry had kissed him and Draco had fainted from shock. Harry had come out in fifth year, although none of the people he'd kissed had fainted. Those who believed this story all agreed that Harry had merely done it to annoy him. He couldn't possibly be attracted to him. This was Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy. The thought of Harry liking him was more unbelievable than Draco fainting from the shock of being kissed. Everyone else seemed to think that he'd been doing a lot of dark magic over the summer and was drained of energy. The truth never crossed people's minds.
At dinner, Seamus Finnigan asked him if he really had kissed Draco. Harry told him and those avidly listening, that he hadn't, Draco had really just fainted. But Harry did blush at the thought of kissing Draco. All this talk had him thinking about the Slytherin in a new and uncomfortable way.
Seamus noticed Harry blush, and frowned. Seamus and Harry had been seeing each other since last year, and had written to each other over the summer. Harry thought that Seamus was his boyfriend, he'd never had one before, so he wasn't sure. All he knew was that he wasn't seeing anyone else and neither had Seamus. Harry had never thought about seeing anyone else. Seamus was the only one he'd wanted to see. Not that he was thinking about it now. He certainly wasn't thinking about Malfoy. Malfoy hated him. Remembering his resolution the night before, he excused himself.
As he approached the hospital wing, he hesitated. What exactly was he going to say? Hey Malfoy, how are the ribs? By the way why do you utterly loathe and despise me? He sighed, laying his head against the hospital door. Summoning up all his Gryffindor courage, he pushed open the door, and ran straight into Draco. Harry stepped back, his resolve weakening when faced with reality.
"Potter. You are really starting to annoy me with this running into me shit."
Suddenly his resolve came rushing back. " Maybe you're the one running into me, Malfoy."
Draco rolled his eyes and went to pass him, but Harry stopped him with a hand on his arm.
Draco turned to him and said in a flat tone, "Potters take your hands off me. Now."
"Look Malfoy, I just want to ask you a question and then I promise to leave you alone."
"A question. You want to ask me a question? Of course you do." With a low chuckle he leaned back against the wall, crossing his arms. " Well my world does revolve around you, doesn't it? So ask me then."
Harry faltered a moment, surprised by Malfoy's easy acquiescence. He recovered shortly however, asking quickly, before he lost his nerve. "Malfoy what did you mean when you said, I'd be the death of you? And why do you hate me so much?"
Draco's face went blank and he straightened very slowly.
He stepped toward Harry, and Harry stepped back, until he had him pressed against the door.
"I hate you Potter," he said furiously, "because my father preformed crucio on me for the first time, when I was eleven, and I came home for Christmas break telling him how you'd refused my friendship. I hate you, because every time I lose a quidditch match to you, I'm in pain for a week afterward. I hate you, because you've ruined my life and been blissfully ignorant of the fact, living in your sunshine world where nobody but Harry bleeding Potter matters. As for what I meant when I said you'd be the death of me, I'd think that would be obvious. The human body can only take so much abuse. If I go home, I don't know how much longer I'll last. I'm sure that the story of you carrying me in your arms has reached him. I doubt he'll find it funny. And if I don't go home, to the Malfoy's I'll be dead, and my whole way of life will be over. I hope that satisfies your curiosity," he said through gritted teeth. "Now get out of my way."
Harry stepped aside and Draco brushed past him and out the door. He walked slowly back up to the tower, sinking into a chair near the fireplace. He sat gazing into the fire as thoughts whipped through his mind. Was he really that self centered? How had he never noticed that Malfoy had been in so much pain? There must have been signs. After every quidditch match...in pain for a week... crucio. Harry lay his head on his knees and tried to forget, to erase the words from his mind. He started as he felt a hand brush through his hair.
"Harry," said a soft voice filled with concern. " What's wrong?"
Harry looked down into startlingly blue eyes in a tan faced, framed by blondish brown hair. He looked into eyes that held no hate, no pain, just warmth and concern. He grasped the front of Seamus's robes, asking in a desperate voice, "How can you like me? How can you like someone so self centered? So completely wrapped up in his own pain, that he's blind to everyone else's. How?"
Seamus pulled him down from the chair and into his arms, stroking Harry's head as it rested on his broad shoulder. "Harry you're the most noble and kind person I know. If anything I'd say you care too much. Who put this rubbish into your head?"
Harry just shook his head, refusing to answer.
Seamus slowly pushed him pack, until they were face to face. He took Harry's face into his hands. "I could never like someone that self centered, and I like you. I really like you," he said kissing him softly on the lips.
Harry looked into his deep blue eyes, and he believed him. He just wanted to keep staring into those blue eyes until the warmth in them melted away the memory of the coldness of the gray ones. He wanted to forget.
Harry leaned forward pressing their lips together and slowly sliding his tongue into Seamus's mouth. His hands went to Seamus's chest, tracing it lightly, before coming to rest at his waist. He gently pushed him back to the floor, leaning down on top of him. He inched his fingers under the bottom of Seamus's shirt, trailing his fingers lightly along the waist band of his trousers. He pressed soft wet kisses down the side of Seamus's neck, then brought their faces close. "I think we should go up to our room."
Seamus's eyes widened. They'd been dating for months, but they'd never done anything but kiss. " Harry are you sure?"
He leaned forward nibbling on Seamus's earlobe. "I'm sure," he whispered.
They raced up to their room. Harry pushed Seamus onto the bed, giving him a searing kiss, before going to the door and saying a locking spell.
Harry turned around and drew in a sharp breath. Seamus had apparently spent the time Harry had taken locking the door in a quite productive manner. He bit his lip as he raked his eyes over the naked body of the boy lying in his bed. But still Harry thought of Draco's words and the guilt had not left him. Determined not to think of it, he walked toward the bed, and forgot for a while.
Harry woke to a loud pounding noise, and sat up quickly. The pounding was accompanied by shouts. Fearing something bad had happened, like an attack by Voldemort, Harry draped the sheet around his waist and hurried to the door; after all facing Voldemort was one thing, but facing him naked was quite another.
He flung open the door to find Dean and Ron. "What's happened?" he asked quickly. "Has Voldemort attacked?"
Both Dean and Ron rolled their eyes, pushing past him.
"No Harry, we just wanted to get in to go to sleep, this is our room too, you know. Why did you lock the . . . " Ron trailed of, his mouth opening slightly.
Harry followed his gaze and groaned. There was Seamus, laying in all his glory.
He was trying to cover himself but Harry had the sheet. He settled for cupping his hands around himself.
Harry blushed as both boys looked at him. It was very obvious they'd been doing something.
"Harry the sheet," Seamus spit out.
"Oh right, sorry," he said as he rushed back to the bed to cover them both. They both looked up at the boys standing slack jawed, staring at them. "Um.. Do you think you could give us a minute?"
"Um, right. Sorry about that mate. We'll just go and you to can... we'll just go," he said taking Dean's arm, who was standing there an odd look on his face.
Once they'd left, Harry turned smiling to Seamus. "You wouldn't think they'd be that shocked. I mean, we've been seeing each other for months."
"Well, I can understand. I mean, we've never really even kissed in front of them before. At least not a proper kiss. For them to see us in the altogether, must have been, altogether rather shocking," he said with a grin.
"Well we should probably get dressed and go down to the common room, make sure they haven't died of shock."
Seamus nodded and both boys got up starting to get dressed. "Harry, that was, well you were amazing," Seamus stammered.
"So were you," Harry said smiling, but Draco still haunted his thoughts.