DiScLaImEr: Ahhhh....sadly, I do not own Harry Potter. That would be J. K. Rowling, who I sadly am not. Ok? So don't bother suing me! and if you do sue me, then the maximum profit you'll receive is $0.50 cause I'm poor...OK?!?!
This is a SLASH fic!!!! Yes, SLASH!!! For those of you who have no clue what slash is, it's male/male pairings...And this fic contains slash....which means this fic contains male/male pairings, understand?! So, if you DON'T LIKE SLASH, then DON'T READ...it's only common sense! SO don't bother complaining about the SLASH in this fic, cause I did warn you!!
This also contains Dark! Evil! Harry! YAY!!!
A/N: Thank you, all of you who reviewed my story! I love you all! And I'm really really HAPPY that you like my story so far!!! I cannot put down in words how happy your reviews make me
Chapter Four
Harry was walking up to the Gryffindor Common Room, when he was suddenly pulled into a nearby by classroom.
"What the fuck? Let go of me!" Harry yelled, only to notice a minute later that his 'captor' was Draco. "Oh, uh, sorry."
Draco just smirked sarcastically. "Whatever," he said, "So what happened? I noticed Dumbledork brought you to his office. I've been waiting out here to make sure you were all right." Harry glanced up at Draco.
"You-you waited for me?" Harry asked, slightly confused. Draco actually waited for me to make sure that I was ok? ... ... Wow, he thought. Draco felt his face heat up a bit as he slightly blushed.
"Errr...yeah, I-I was, well, uh, concerned," he stuttered out, looking nervously at Harry, who just smiled appreciatively. Relief flooded Draco. Thank God! I thought he was fucking mad at me for a moment, he thought.
Harry quickly relayed the night's events to Draco, who smirked and laughed along with Harry. "Soo...what's your plan?" Draco finally asked curiously, after the duo's laughing fit subsided. Harry just grinned evilly.
"You'll find out soon enough, I expect," he said, smirking. Draco looked at him with puppy-dog eyes, and Harry felt his heart melt. NO...Harry, get a grip on yourself...Oh, GOD! He is so beautiful...I just want to run my fingers through his hair...Ahhhh! Where did that thought come from...Harry, get control over yourself! Draco's your friend, ok?
Similar thoughts were going through Draco's head, unbeknownst to Harry. Suddenly they heard a loud crash and cackling nearby. "Damn! Peeves!" Draco cursed. The boys hurriedly rushed out of the room. The last thing they wanted was to be caught by Filch, who would definitely have heard that noise. They quickly said goodnight and went their separate ways.
Harry reached the portrait of the fat lady four minutes later. "Black Pearl," he said through gritted teeth, glaring at the portrait. I wish I were in the dungeons instead, he thought as he climbed through the wall, Gryffindor is so ugly and such a bore...Too bad resorting is illegal... Striding through the Common Room, Harry almost made it to the Dormitory staircase, but he was interrupted by-
"Harry!" a voice called from the couch. He abruptly turned on his heel, only to see Hermione sitting there, looking rather upset. Her eyes were rather red and puffy, as though she had been crying. Harry scoffed at her, annoyed.
"And what would you want, you filthy little Mudblood," he sneered, causing Hermione's lip to tremble.
Concentrate, Hermy! He...He obviously is upset about something. You can do it, Hermione thought to herself. Trying to brush that comment aside, Hermione walked towards Harry. "Listen, I know you're upset...something....something's bugging you...Harrry, I...I l-love you, and I-I'm here for you...p-please tell me w-what's wrong," she said, almost pleading.
"And what makes you think I love you, Granger," Harry snapped, anger flashing in his eyes. Hermione's lip quivered more, and he turned to walk away. But Hermione wouldn't give up. She grabbed his arm, and forced him to face her. Harry opened his mouth to snap at her, and tried to brush her away, but Hermione held on tight. Before a word could get out of his mouth, Hermione jumped on him, and kissed his mouth, sweetly but forcefully.
He will love me, I will make him!...Oh my GOD! I'm kissing Harry...He tastes so sweet, she thought to herself. Suddenly she was on the floor on her back, a sharp pain engulfing her, and Harry was standing over her.
"Stay. Away. From. ME! You are a filthy, no good Mudblood whore. If you ever touch me again, I will kill you," Harry hissed, his eyes flashing murderously. Hermione stared into his eyes, trembling, nodding quickly, scared out of her mind. Stupid girl! Now he will never love you, since you forced yourself on him...Hermy, why do you always mess up? she thought angrily to herself. Her heart ached, along with her head and back. She also had a nasty cut on her forehead that was bleeding. Harry scowled at her one last time, before swiftly turning on his heel, and headed towards the Boy's Dorm. Hermione lay there on the floor, still in shock for a few moments before she got up. Brushing he robes, she decided she would follow Harry around tomorrow, and determine why her poor Harry was so upset...
The next morning, Harry woke up, all alone. It seems like the rest of the Dorm is ignoring me, he thought, amused, They will pay in the end, and beg me for mercy, he smirked. He got out of bed, and got ready for the day, wearing the same outfit he wore the day he and Draco first re-met...He really liked that shirt, simply because of the silver snake.
He strutted downstairs in such a manner, that whoever was still in the Common Room fell to a deadly silence. He was glad to note that Ron was glaring at him murderously, but fearfully as well. Stupid git, Harry thought.
When he entered the Great Hall, a similar reaction occurred by all the houses, except by the Slytherins, who grinned at him, particularly Malfoy. "Hullo Draco," he greeted, smiling. Draco nodded back a greeting, and the two immediately began comparing classes. They were ecstatic to note that they both had all of the same classes at the same time.
They were just discussing quidditch (both had been named Captains) when the mail arrived. A Daily Prophet was dropped in front of Malfoy, and immediately, they read the front page, smirking:
The Sad, Sad Tale of Harry Potter
Over the summer, Harry Potter's relative's house was attacked by He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. You-Know-Who killed and tortured Harry's Uncle Vernon, and killed his Aunt Petunia and dear cousin Dudley, who was the same age as Harry. Here is Harry's sad, sad tale, the exact words he spoke to the Minister and Headmaster Dumbledore last night, as written by Rita Skeeter:
"Well, you see, Voldemort attacked and he killed my aunt and cousin. My uncle was upstairs, yelling at me, and cast the Cruciatus curse. He then killed him, and advanced toward me. I was still packed from school, and I ran like hell, not caring where I was heading to. Finally I stopped, and Voldemort was nowhere nearby, so I stopped to rest...and...I was so upset," according to the Minister, the poor boy becomes hysterical here, "I just s-stayed t-there for a-a whi-ile...E-eventually, I-I hitched a-a ride to London, where I went to Diagon Alley...I-I felt s-so alone an-d scared, so I-I stayed out o-of site. D-Draco found a-and helped m-me, and w-we became f-friends. H-he wanted me t-to show mys-self, b-but I begged him not to. A part of me knew I should, but I couldn't...I was scared Voldemort would come after me again. So I convinced Draco to help me change my look and help me hide, and then I came back here today. I guess I just want to say, I'm sorry."
According to Minister Fudge, Harry's eyes were brimming with tears as he relayed the events of that dreadful night. We can only hope that if there ever is a next time, that Harry will come to us, and not hide out. As a great man once said, "Remember, the Ministry is here for you."When finished, Draco and Harry glanced at each other, then burst out laughing. (Back in his manor, Voldemort was chuckling as well). Not caring what the rest of the school thought, the two left the Great Hall, still laughing quite a bit.
They were the first to arrive at the Dungeons for potions, even Snape wasn't there. Draco and Harry took seats next to each other, and discussed topics related to the Dark Arts till the rest of the class arrived. Finally, the Potions Master, Snape, stormed in, glaring at his students. "Today you will be concocting the Polyjuice Potion," he sneered, "Who you are sitting next to-" Snape looked around at the class, noting who was with who, his sneer growing wider every second, "-is who you will be partnered with for the rest of the year." Several hands were raised in protest by the Gryffindors, and Snape just barked at them, "Don't even bother! Now get to work!"
Harry was pleased to note that Longbottom was stuck with Weasley, Granger with Goyle, Seamus with Crabbe, and Parvati with Pansy. He and Draco smirked, and began the potion in a comfortable silence, that is until-
"Longbottom! Weasley! You utterly hopeless imbeciles! What do you call that?" Snape sneered, gesturing toward the cauldron that was filled with a watery yellow substance. Ron and Neville's faces turned beet red, and they looked at the ground. "Can't even brew a simple Polyjuice Potion. 50 points each from Gryffindor!" Snape snapped, moving on to the next group.
Harry and Draco snickered, oblivious to the fact that Hermione kept trying to catch Harry's eye.
After double potions, Draco and Harry had free period. They decided to take a stroll down by the lake. Walking in silence, Draco was completely lost in his thoughts about Harry. He didn't even see the tree stump until he tripped over it. "Umf!" he cried out. Harry, with seeker reflexes, quickly caught Draco. However, when trying to steady the blonde, they only ended up more off balance, and before they knew it, they were both tangled on the ground, Draco on top of Harry. Neither boy was breathing; only staring into each other's eyes.
Oh God...This feels so right, Draco thought as his body tingled, lost in the other man's eyes, Don't let it end...please...
Those eyes are so captivating, Harry thought, his body feeling like it were on fire, Don't ever let him get off me...I could stay here like this forever...
And before they know it, they had closed the distance between their mouths and were kissing. Harry felt Draco's tongue on his lip, and opened his mouth. Both moaned, and their hands traveled through one another's hair. Draco was still on top of Harry. The kiss turned passionate, and both men felt like they were in heaven.
Harry was the first to pull away. He gasped for air, and turned back to face Draco, who was also panting. He smiled at the green-eyed boy shyly, who returned it. Still on top of Harry, he laid his head on his chest drawing patterns with his fingers, and Harry played with his blonde hair, both content and absolutely peaceful.
However, in the shadows, Hermione Granger had watched the whole scene. Silent tears streamed down her face, as her heart shattered like glass. Stumbling backwards, she turned and ran back to the Gryffindor Tower, leaving the Harry and Draco alone, lost in their own little world – lost, in each other.
Iviana: Well, finally!! a kissing scene!
Draco: Yeah, it did take you a while to fit one in! Harry and I were dying with need and passion!
Harry: Yeah! I had to resist Dray for so long....It was painful!
Iviana: Oh Harry. Stop whining like a girl!
Miku: We are all doomed...
A/N: I know this chappie probably sucked and was sappy, but hey! It was two AM when I wrote it (I can never fall asleep at night). Also, there was a small hint in the chapter as to what Voldemort and harry's 'plan' to do with Dumbledork is, and it's why they still need him alive for the moment...mwuahahahahaha! The plan will probably be revealed next chapter or so...
Review! I know that was my shortest chappie so far, but still review!!! And thanks again to all who reviewed my story so far...Once again, I love you all!!!