Chapter Four
It takes a lot of courage to release the familiar and seemingly secure, to embrace the new. But there is no real security in what is no longer meaningful. There is more security in the adventurous and exciting, for in movement there is life, and in change there is power.-Alan Cohen
It had been a week, and the school still wasn't used to the new Draco Malfoy. Every other day he did something completely shocking. But the most shocking thing happened the day before the first quidditch game of the year, between Gryffindor and Slytherin. Draco Malfoy walked into the room and stood in front of the four tables, they were pretty much packed, which was unusual. Most students slept through breakfast but lately everyone was getting up early so they wouldn't miss any of Malfoy's early morning antics. Malfoy waited until everyone's attention was focused on him and then he spoke. "Ladies gentlemen and undecided. I am making an announcement today that will probably break the hearts of at least half of the students and some of the teacher's no doubt," he said with a wink.
Harry's heart skipped a beat. It was well known that Draco Malfoy had never really had a real relationship with any girl. Everyone speculated on whom it would be that finally captured his heart. For some reason Harry felt a pain in his chest and he listened with dread for Draco's next words. He took a drink of his pumpkin juice to calm himself down just as Draco spoke.
"Sorry to disappoint all of you ladies but ..I'm gay." Harry spit out his pumpkin juice sitting with his mouth open in shock. Fortunately others had reacted in much more attention getting ways and Harry's reaction went unnoticed; by all but Draco Malfoy, who merely raised an eyebrow and gave his trademark smirk. His announcement was followed by loud gasps and an amazing lack of girls fainting or breaking into tears. But the most shocking part was yet to come. Draco turned, walking slowly over to the Gryffindor table. Harry's breath hitched as Draco stopped right across from him. Draco looked into his eyes for a moment then turned them toward the boy sitting right in front of him.
"Dean, I was wondering if maybe you would like to come to Hogsmede with me this weekend," he asked, smiling down at the other boy.
The whole room watched in silent shock. Not only was Dean a Gryffindor, but he was also a muggleborn, and to the best of everyone's knowledge,
straight. Dean looked up at him incapable of speech for a moment and then much to the surprise of everyone, himself included, said, "I'd love to."
"Great," Draco said with a smile. "I'll owl you with a time and a place to meet."
He turned, walked over to his table, sat down and started to eat, as if his coming out was an everyday thing and nothing to get exited about. Seamus was the first to speak, he and Dean were best friends.
"Dean..how could you not tell me that you were gay?" he asked his voice filled with hurt.
Dean looked properly abashed. "I'm sorry mate, I just wasn't ready to tell anyone, but it feels really good that the secret's out. I don't know how Malfoy knew though, he must have seen me checking him out," he said looking down at the table in embarrassment.
"More likely he just thought that gay or straight no one could resist him," Ron said with a snort. "Bloody hell, I'm the only straight one left in our room. I'll hardly be able to get dressed anymore, without one of you blokes leering at me," he said with a grin. They all chuckled and went back to eating. "But Dean," Ron said his spoon halfway to his mouth and a look of disgust on his face, "Malfoy? I mean come on really?"
Dean laughed and then looked over his shoulder at Draco. He sighed and turned back a smile on his face. "Really. I know you're just about the straightest person there is, but you have got to admit that he is one sexy bastard."
"I have to admit no such thing," Ron said with a sniff. "Although you got the bastard part right."
The quidditch game was greatly anticipated as there were rumors that Draco Malfoy had not practiced once with his team all year. The game started, and as usual, Hermione's eyes sought out Harry. She really thought it was a rather boring sport but being the faithful friend that she was, she always came to show her support. A slight frown marred her face as she saw Harry fly over by Malfoy and speak to him. Now usually it was Malfoy who flew over and insulted Harry a few times, before flying off, leaving Harry seething. Harry had never before initiated conversation with Malfoy during quidditch. Hermione wondered what on earth he could be saying.
Harry watched Draco, as Draco looked for the snitch. It had been a whole week since Draco had talked to him. He hadn't been insulted in seven days. Every time Draco came near him, he would just walk right on past like he didn't even see him, and it was pissing Harry off. Without thinking about why he wanted Draco to talk to him so badly, Harry decided that he would make Draco talk to him.
Draco sat scanning the field for the snitch a small smile on his face. It was so freeing to be able to play quidditch just for the fun of it. He didn't have to worry about what his father would say or do if he lost. As Draco scanned the field, he saw Harry coming toward him. He wondered briefly what he could want, but remembering his earlier
Resolution to ignore him, he turned away.
Harry flew over to where Malfoy floated his eyes scanning the field for that little blur of gold. "Hey Malfoy, I just wanted to wish you a good game," he said as he drew within a few feet of Draco. Draco ignored him and continued to look for the snitch. Harry his patience long run out, flew right up to within inches of his face and yelled, "Malfoy, I'm talking to you."
Draco sighed and turned to look at him, "Really Potter I thought we had an agreement, you stay away from me I stay away from you. I deliberately chose simple, easy to understand words so you couldn't possibly misunderstand, but apparently I underestimated just how dense you are."
Harry smiled, this is more like it he thought.
Draco frowned when Harry smiled.
"What makes you think you can tell me what to do, I'll talk to you if I want to talk to you. I've never done anything you told me to before and I'm sure not going to change that now just because you've gone and got yourself a personality."
"Look Potter, I just assumed that you wouldn't want to talk to me. Why do you all of a sudden want to talk to me?" He paused, and a small smirk came across his face as he leaned in close to Harry. " Maybe it's my little announcement yesterday, thinking you might have a chance with me," he whispered in Harry's ear as he lightly stroked his hand from Harry's knee to the top of his thigh. He leaned even closer as Harry's breath sped up, when he spoke his lips touched the edge of Harry's ear. "Because you don't have a chance in hell Potter," he said with a chuckle. Harry shoved him so violently that he almost knocked them both of their brooms.
"Fuck you Malfoy," he said his voice full of venom. "I'm going to beat you like I always beat you. When I'm holding the snitch and your stuck holding your dick like usual, we'll see if you think everything's so fucking funny then."
Draco smirked. "You are really focusing a lot on what's going on in my pants aren't you Potter? "
Harry just gave him a look of utter loathing and flew off to the other side of the field.
The game was brutal almost everyone had been hit by a bludger at least once but luckily there were no injuries that prevented anyone from playing. The score was close, with Gryffindors leading by a mere ten points, the snitch had yet to be sighted by either seeker. It was remarked upon later by the players on the field how strangely Malfoy had acted the entire game. Instead of his usual, serious as a heartache demeanor, he seemed for lack of a better word, to be enjoying himself. Draco was chatting with the Gryffindor keeper when his eye caught the snitch for the first time in the game.
"Lovely day, isn't it Finnegan? It's really been an exiting game, don't you think?" he said his eyes never stopping their search for the snitch.
"Look I know what your trying to do and you won't distract me that easily."
"Me, try to distract a fellow quidditch player? Why I would never do anything so unsportsmanlike," he said with a small smile.
"Yeah right Malfoy, you coined the phrase."
"Yes, well, that might be true, but I make up for it with my incredible charm."
Seamus just snorted.
"What you don't think I have charm? Well I assure you I do. I plan on using it in Hogsmede this weekend to lure your delectable friend Dean up to the room I've rented. There's nothing better than a virgin."
"You little.. If you lay a hand on him . . . " Seamus sputtered with rage.
"Oh I plan on laying a great deal more than that on him."
Seamus lunged at him but Draco flew a few feet away. Seamus couldn't follow because he had to guard the hoop against Slytherin scoring.
Draco laughed as he watched Seamus seething with anger. "Oh I almost forgot, tell your little boyfriend that talking about my dick is not proper quidditch conversation, no matter how much he wants it."
Seamus let out a string of curses and swore that he would get Malfoy after the game. Draco just laughed, he started to say something but stopped when his eye was caught by a little twinkle of gold in the middle of the field. He smiled and took off after it at full speed.
Harry had also spotted it at almost the same time and they both sped toward it from opposite ends of the field. They were both heading straight toward each other and neither one looked like they were going to put a stop to this little game of chicken. They both reached out, but one pair of fingers just barely beat the other to the snitch. They crashed against each other, and fell in a tangle of limbs to the ground. Harry ended up on top of Malfoy and for a moment they were both too dazed too speak. Harry felt a sharp pain in his arm and tried to drag it out from under Malfoy. Draco just looked up at him obviously still dazed, and from the nasty bump forming on his head, it was no wonder. "Well Potter," he said with a silly grin, "looks like my hands are too full with the snitch, your going to have to hold my dick for me. You must think this is your lucky day."
The mention of him holding Malfoy's dick when he was already lying on top of him, their bodies crushed together, was too much for Harry to resist, no matter how pissed he was. He felt an uncontrollable stirring in his pants and he groaned as he watched Draco's eyes grow wide in surprise. There was no way that he couldn't feel exactly how it was affecting Harry to be lying on top on him.
"Potter," Draco said in a slightly dazed voice, "you should probably get off of me."
"I can't, my arm's trapped under you, I think it's broken."
Draco tried unsuccessfully to sit up, his wriggling movements pulling another moan from Harry. Draco stopped his movements and clutched his head in pain.
"Didn't know you enjoyed quidditch quite that much, " Draco said with a grin.
"Didn't know you did either," Harry said as he felt Draco's growing erection against his.
"It must be because of the head injury," he said with a frown, daring Harry to contradict him.
"Must be," Harry said deadpan. Harry couldn't restrain himself from grinding himself down onto Draco, the friction was delicious and both boys moaned. Before things could get any more interesting, they were interrupted as both teams flew down and ran up to them. The first to reach them was Blaise, the Slytherin keeper.
"That was great Draco I can't believe you caught the snitch," he said his face lit up with a smile. He seemed to notice Harry for the first time. "What the hell do you think your doing? Get off him, you stupid git."
Harry started to say that his arm was caught but just then, Blaise pulled on his broken arm, and letting out a little cry he promptly fainted.
Draco frowned up at Blaise. "What the hell did you do that for?"
Blaise eyes narrowed and he started to say something, but just then, everyone else arrived. There were a few scuffles as both teams tried to get to their seekers.
"Enough," came the commanding voice of Professor Mcgonagall, as she strode through the teams kneeling down beside the boys. "Everyone return to your dorms. You may visit them both in the hospital wing later."
There was some grumbling but both teams started back toward the school. Mcgonagall looked over at Blaise, "Everyone would include you also Mr.
Zabini."
He gave one last frowning look towards Draco and turned and followed the others. Draco turned his head slightly and inhaled the musky sweaty scent of the boy on top of him. He smiled. Then he frowned. Am I sniffing HARRY POTTER? With that thought, he felt a burst of pain in his head, and for the second time that year he fainted.
It takes a lot of courage to release the familiar and seemingly secure, to embrace the new. But there is no real security in what is no longer meaningful. There is more security in the adventurous and exciting, for in movement there is life, and in change there is power.-Alan Cohen
It had been a week, and the school still wasn't used to the new Draco Malfoy. Every other day he did something completely shocking. But the most shocking thing happened the day before the first quidditch game of the year, between Gryffindor and Slytherin. Draco Malfoy walked into the room and stood in front of the four tables, they were pretty much packed, which was unusual. Most students slept through breakfast but lately everyone was getting up early so they wouldn't miss any of Malfoy's early morning antics. Malfoy waited until everyone's attention was focused on him and then he spoke. "Ladies gentlemen and undecided. I am making an announcement today that will probably break the hearts of at least half of the students and some of the teacher's no doubt," he said with a wink.
Harry's heart skipped a beat. It was well known that Draco Malfoy had never really had a real relationship with any girl. Everyone speculated on whom it would be that finally captured his heart. For some reason Harry felt a pain in his chest and he listened with dread for Draco's next words. He took a drink of his pumpkin juice to calm himself down just as Draco spoke.
"Sorry to disappoint all of you ladies but ..I'm gay." Harry spit out his pumpkin juice sitting with his mouth open in shock. Fortunately others had reacted in much more attention getting ways and Harry's reaction went unnoticed; by all but Draco Malfoy, who merely raised an eyebrow and gave his trademark smirk. His announcement was followed by loud gasps and an amazing lack of girls fainting or breaking into tears. But the most shocking part was yet to come. Draco turned, walking slowly over to the Gryffindor table. Harry's breath hitched as Draco stopped right across from him. Draco looked into his eyes for a moment then turned them toward the boy sitting right in front of him.
"Dean, I was wondering if maybe you would like to come to Hogsmede with me this weekend," he asked, smiling down at the other boy.
The whole room watched in silent shock. Not only was Dean a Gryffindor, but he was also a muggleborn, and to the best of everyone's knowledge,
straight. Dean looked up at him incapable of speech for a moment and then much to the surprise of everyone, himself included, said, "I'd love to."
"Great," Draco said with a smile. "I'll owl you with a time and a place to meet."
He turned, walked over to his table, sat down and started to eat, as if his coming out was an everyday thing and nothing to get exited about. Seamus was the first to speak, he and Dean were best friends.
"Dean..how could you not tell me that you were gay?" he asked his voice filled with hurt.
Dean looked properly abashed. "I'm sorry mate, I just wasn't ready to tell anyone, but it feels really good that the secret's out. I don't know how Malfoy knew though, he must have seen me checking him out," he said looking down at the table in embarrassment.
"More likely he just thought that gay or straight no one could resist him," Ron said with a snort. "Bloody hell, I'm the only straight one left in our room. I'll hardly be able to get dressed anymore, without one of you blokes leering at me," he said with a grin. They all chuckled and went back to eating. "But Dean," Ron said his spoon halfway to his mouth and a look of disgust on his face, "Malfoy? I mean come on really?"
Dean laughed and then looked over his shoulder at Draco. He sighed and turned back a smile on his face. "Really. I know you're just about the straightest person there is, but you have got to admit that he is one sexy bastard."
"I have to admit no such thing," Ron said with a sniff. "Although you got the bastard part right."
The quidditch game was greatly anticipated as there were rumors that Draco Malfoy had not practiced once with his team all year. The game started, and as usual, Hermione's eyes sought out Harry. She really thought it was a rather boring sport but being the faithful friend that she was, she always came to show her support. A slight frown marred her face as she saw Harry fly over by Malfoy and speak to him. Now usually it was Malfoy who flew over and insulted Harry a few times, before flying off, leaving Harry seething. Harry had never before initiated conversation with Malfoy during quidditch. Hermione wondered what on earth he could be saying.
Harry watched Draco, as Draco looked for the snitch. It had been a whole week since Draco had talked to him. He hadn't been insulted in seven days. Every time Draco came near him, he would just walk right on past like he didn't even see him, and it was pissing Harry off. Without thinking about why he wanted Draco to talk to him so badly, Harry decided that he would make Draco talk to him.
Draco sat scanning the field for the snitch a small smile on his face. It was so freeing to be able to play quidditch just for the fun of it. He didn't have to worry about what his father would say or do if he lost. As Draco scanned the field, he saw Harry coming toward him. He wondered briefly what he could want, but remembering his earlier
Resolution to ignore him, he turned away.
Harry flew over to where Malfoy floated his eyes scanning the field for that little blur of gold. "Hey Malfoy, I just wanted to wish you a good game," he said as he drew within a few feet of Draco. Draco ignored him and continued to look for the snitch. Harry his patience long run out, flew right up to within inches of his face and yelled, "Malfoy, I'm talking to you."
Draco sighed and turned to look at him, "Really Potter I thought we had an agreement, you stay away from me I stay away from you. I deliberately chose simple, easy to understand words so you couldn't possibly misunderstand, but apparently I underestimated just how dense you are."
Harry smiled, this is more like it he thought.
Draco frowned when Harry smiled.
"What makes you think you can tell me what to do, I'll talk to you if I want to talk to you. I've never done anything you told me to before and I'm sure not going to change that now just because you've gone and got yourself a personality."
"Look Potter, I just assumed that you wouldn't want to talk to me. Why do you all of a sudden want to talk to me?" He paused, and a small smirk came across his face as he leaned in close to Harry. " Maybe it's my little announcement yesterday, thinking you might have a chance with me," he whispered in Harry's ear as he lightly stroked his hand from Harry's knee to the top of his thigh. He leaned even closer as Harry's breath sped up, when he spoke his lips touched the edge of Harry's ear. "Because you don't have a chance in hell Potter," he said with a chuckle. Harry shoved him so violently that he almost knocked them both of their brooms.
"Fuck you Malfoy," he said his voice full of venom. "I'm going to beat you like I always beat you. When I'm holding the snitch and your stuck holding your dick like usual, we'll see if you think everything's so fucking funny then."
Draco smirked. "You are really focusing a lot on what's going on in my pants aren't you Potter? "
Harry just gave him a look of utter loathing and flew off to the other side of the field.
The game was brutal almost everyone had been hit by a bludger at least once but luckily there were no injuries that prevented anyone from playing. The score was close, with Gryffindors leading by a mere ten points, the snitch had yet to be sighted by either seeker. It was remarked upon later by the players on the field how strangely Malfoy had acted the entire game. Instead of his usual, serious as a heartache demeanor, he seemed for lack of a better word, to be enjoying himself. Draco was chatting with the Gryffindor keeper when his eye caught the snitch for the first time in the game.
"Lovely day, isn't it Finnegan? It's really been an exiting game, don't you think?" he said his eyes never stopping their search for the snitch.
"Look I know what your trying to do and you won't distract me that easily."
"Me, try to distract a fellow quidditch player? Why I would never do anything so unsportsmanlike," he said with a small smile.
"Yeah right Malfoy, you coined the phrase."
"Yes, well, that might be true, but I make up for it with my incredible charm."
Seamus just snorted.
"What you don't think I have charm? Well I assure you I do. I plan on using it in Hogsmede this weekend to lure your delectable friend Dean up to the room I've rented. There's nothing better than a virgin."
"You little.. If you lay a hand on him . . . " Seamus sputtered with rage.
"Oh I plan on laying a great deal more than that on him."
Seamus lunged at him but Draco flew a few feet away. Seamus couldn't follow because he had to guard the hoop against Slytherin scoring.
Draco laughed as he watched Seamus seething with anger. "Oh I almost forgot, tell your little boyfriend that talking about my dick is not proper quidditch conversation, no matter how much he wants it."
Seamus let out a string of curses and swore that he would get Malfoy after the game. Draco just laughed, he started to say something but stopped when his eye was caught by a little twinkle of gold in the middle of the field. He smiled and took off after it at full speed.
Harry had also spotted it at almost the same time and they both sped toward it from opposite ends of the field. They were both heading straight toward each other and neither one looked like they were going to put a stop to this little game of chicken. They both reached out, but one pair of fingers just barely beat the other to the snitch. They crashed against each other, and fell in a tangle of limbs to the ground. Harry ended up on top of Malfoy and for a moment they were both too dazed too speak. Harry felt a sharp pain in his arm and tried to drag it out from under Malfoy. Draco just looked up at him obviously still dazed, and from the nasty bump forming on his head, it was no wonder. "Well Potter," he said with a silly grin, "looks like my hands are too full with the snitch, your going to have to hold my dick for me. You must think this is your lucky day."
The mention of him holding Malfoy's dick when he was already lying on top of him, their bodies crushed together, was too much for Harry to resist, no matter how pissed he was. He felt an uncontrollable stirring in his pants and he groaned as he watched Draco's eyes grow wide in surprise. There was no way that he couldn't feel exactly how it was affecting Harry to be lying on top on him.
"Potter," Draco said in a slightly dazed voice, "you should probably get off of me."
"I can't, my arm's trapped under you, I think it's broken."
Draco tried unsuccessfully to sit up, his wriggling movements pulling another moan from Harry. Draco stopped his movements and clutched his head in pain.
"Didn't know you enjoyed quidditch quite that much, " Draco said with a grin.
"Didn't know you did either," Harry said as he felt Draco's growing erection against his.
"It must be because of the head injury," he said with a frown, daring Harry to contradict him.
"Must be," Harry said deadpan. Harry couldn't restrain himself from grinding himself down onto Draco, the friction was delicious and both boys moaned. Before things could get any more interesting, they were interrupted as both teams flew down and ran up to them. The first to reach them was Blaise, the Slytherin keeper.
"That was great Draco I can't believe you caught the snitch," he said his face lit up with a smile. He seemed to notice Harry for the first time. "What the hell do you think your doing? Get off him, you stupid git."
Harry started to say that his arm was caught but just then, Blaise pulled on his broken arm, and letting out a little cry he promptly fainted.
Draco frowned up at Blaise. "What the hell did you do that for?"
Blaise eyes narrowed and he started to say something, but just then, everyone else arrived. There were a few scuffles as both teams tried to get to their seekers.
"Enough," came the commanding voice of Professor Mcgonagall, as she strode through the teams kneeling down beside the boys. "Everyone return to your dorms. You may visit them both in the hospital wing later."
There was some grumbling but both teams started back toward the school. Mcgonagall looked over at Blaise, "Everyone would include you also Mr.
Zabini."
He gave one last frowning look towards Draco and turned and followed the others. Draco turned his head slightly and inhaled the musky sweaty scent of the boy on top of him. He smiled. Then he frowned. Am I sniffing HARRY POTTER? With that thought, he felt a burst of pain in his head, and for the second time that year he fainted.