Title: Save Me From The Dark
Author: Princesspepper
Rating: I think I can get away with R.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story. They belong to J.K. Rowling.
Pairing: Harry/Draco (suggestion of Ron/Hermione, but, of course, that is not important).
WARNINGS: Sexual content (later), adult language, self-harm (cutting, more specifically—it says suicide, but it doesn't get that far), kinda dark, and some Ron-bashing in later chapters.
(A/N): This chapter is dedicated to: ozumas girl, Lenina, creepy clown doll, InsideMyWorld, adina, black-ravenrose, Korritoma, driven to insanity, Elle H. M., APerfektScream, cinder, Harco Potfoy, Blinding Echos, Pure Black, Lusten, twodollartrick,and mz psycho! Thank you all so much!
This chapter is really PWP. OH NO! Ah well, everyone needs their fluff every once in a while!
(Chapter Seven: Close Calls)
When Draco opened his wardrobe doors to show Harry their contents, Harry audibly gasped. Draco had the largest selection of clothes in every style imaginable. It was as if Draco had his own mall.
Draco was eyeing Harry observantly, looking at him then the closet, back and forth trying to assess what would look best. Finally, after much rummaging, he pulled out a pair of black leather pants and a green three-quarter sleeve shirt that was mostly open in the front. He proudly handed his selection to Harry and instructed him to go into the washroom to try them on.
When Harry stepped out five minutes later, Draco couldn't stop ogling him. He looked absolutely gorgeous. The leather slacks hugged Harry's body in all the right places. They fit him perfectly. The shirt hung in exactly the right way; Harry's tanned chest was exposed in the front—something in particular Draco couldn't tear his eyes away from. The color of the shirt was great too; it complimented Harry's emerald eyes.
"I couldn't help noticing you dressed me in Slytherin colors," Harry said shyly, obviously very uneasy about his outfit. He was nervously plucking at the material of the shirt, thinking that it was too tight. "You wouldn't be trying to convert me now, would you?"
Draco, however, was rendered speechless by Harry's appearance. All he could do in his gob smacked state was slowly approach Harry and wrap his arms around him. Their affectionate hugging soon turned to snogging, as it sometimes did in their situation. It was very brief, however. They merely grazed each other's lips lovingly, quickly pulling apart, very aware they still had to finish getting ready.
"I guess I look alright then?" Harry said, sounding quite insecure, which Draco found absolutely adorable.
"Wonderful," Draco assured him as he made his way back to the wardrobe to pick out something for himself.
When the two boys were all dressed and ready to go, Harry was about to fling his invisibility cloak over himself and Draco, they made their way out of the portrait hole but Draco interrupted him.
"Um, Harry?" Draco asked tentatively.
"Yes, yes what is it?" Harry responded impatiently, trying to see where he was going in the dark hallway.
"Er, how do you plan to get to Hogsmeade? I'm sure the doors are locked at this time of night." Draco said suspiciously.
"Oh don't worry, I have my ways," Harry said mischievously as he pulled out an old piece of parchment from the pocket of his pants. Draco gave him a questioning look and Harry went on to explain the wonders of the Marauder's Map. "That's WICKED cool," Draco muttered, which left Harry smiling like a loon. Harry then led Draco to the statue of the one-eyed witch and lifted open her hump. Harry took of the invisibility cloak and dropped it in ahead of him, and then he slid in after it, beckoning Draco to follow.
When they emerged from the long tunnel, Draco looked up to find himself in the cellar of Honeyduke's sweet shop. He was quite confused but he trusted Harry completely, as he seemed very familiar with the path.
They climbed the stairs and entered the deserted store, going straight to the door.
"Harry, where are we going?" Draco asked curiously, wondering if Harry knew.
"Oh, we're going to this lovely little restaurant. It's a little ways away from here, and I have reservations." Harry responded, "So lets walk briskly shall we?"
The boys walked in silence for five minutes, holding hands. There was nobody out to see them so there was no bother in hiding it. They finally came to a nice little restaurant and went inside.
Draco liked the atmosphere a lot; it was quiet and relaxing. In other words: romantic. The hostess showed the pair to their table, ogling Harry unabashedly. When Harry looked the other way (he didn't notice the ogling, as block-headed Harry wouldn't), Draco gave the offending hostess a threatening look, which led her to scamper off in the other direction. The boys sat in companionable silence, just looking at one another and smiling. Draco leaned over the table and kissed Harry on the cheek, whispering "thank you."
Harry merely nodded his head and looked at the menu because the waiter was coming and he didn't want him to see them being all affectionate. After they ordered their meals, the couple sat and looked around the place. It was dark and had a nice relaxing atmosphere, and the air had a perfumed scent to it.
"This place is quite nice, no?" Draco said, still admiring the décor.
"Mmm," Harry said, admiring Draco rather than the building they were in.
"It's quite charming… quaint, actually, would be a better wormmph…" Harry had cut Draco off mid-sentence by leaning forward and breeching the distance between the two of them, allowing their lips to meet in a heated kiss. They were enjoying themselves so much that they didn't hear the soft tinkle of a bell as the door to the restaurant opened.
And they were so involved that they didn't even notice who walked inside.
As Hermione stepped into the small dark restaurant in Hogsmeade, she quickly glanced around as her eyes adjusted to the dim lighting.
"What're you looking at, 'Mione?" Ron asked her, just walking inside.
"Nothing, just looking around. This is a nice place Ron, don't you think?" Hermione responded, still observing her surroundings. But she didn't hear his answer, because just then, her eyes found something that she did NOT want Ron to see. She saw Harry sitting at a table with Draco and they were snogging. No, Ron could not see that. She had to warn Harry, so at least if Ron saw them, the two of them wouldn't be attached by the mouth.
"Er, yes I agree RON." Hermione said loudly, hoping against hope Harry would hear and take a hint. Sure enough, she saw Harry abruptly break the kiss and whip his head around looking at her. Hermione gave him a piercing look and Harry turned around again, hiding his face and frantically explaining to Draco what happened.
Hermione didn't want to ruin her best friend's date, so she quickly asked the hostess for a booth… on the other side of the restaurant.
Harry sighed with relief as he saw Hermione walk away. She turned her head to look at him once more and gave him a subtle wink, coupled with the mouthing of the words "enjoy yourself." At this moment he was so thankful for having Hermione as a friend.
Shortly after Harry finished explaining everything to Draco, who was quite bewildered, not to mention disappointed that the kiss was cut short; their dinners arrived. They ate in peace, not disturbed by anything for the endurance of their meal. When they left the restaurant, Draco suggested walking down to the lake on the Hogwarts grounds. Harry was quite taken with the idea, so they headed in the direction of the lake.
Twenty minutes later, the boys lay in silence on their backs, gazing upward at the stars. They were holding hands like that, lying on the grass.
"It's quite a beautiful night," Harry whispered, looking at Draco.
Draco turned his head to face Harry and said, "yes, very romantic." They looked at each other, and then back at the lake, whose surface glittered in the starlight, as if thousands of little diamonds were beneath the surface, waiting to be retrieved.
The boys sat up in unison, unwelcome thoughts crossing each of their minds. Harry was the first to speak. "Draco, I really don't think we can go on like this, pretending nothing is wrong and just going about our business as if everything is fine. What happened back at the restaurant… well things like that are just going to keep happening unless we do something about it."
Draco listened, and sighed heavily before replying. "I agree. But we can't just tell everyone about us. Think about how they will react… and my father will get wind of it… and it will be all downhill from there." He said, his voice taking on a saddened tone.
Harry nodded. "Yes, but we must. Otherwise, somebody will just find out. And spread rumors. I'd rather tell everyone than have someone find out without us knowing! That would be so much worse!" Harry had been getting himself all upset and worked up at this point and Draco had been trying to calm him down.
"Harry…Harry…" Draco said calmly, "shush. We'll figure it out. You're right."
Harry smiled and said, "I never thought I'd live to see the day when Draco Malfoy told me I was right about something."
Draco smiled back at him and said, "But then again, I bet you never thought you'd live to see the day when I did this either…" and with that, he grabbed his shoulders and brought Harry's lips to his own.
At first it was gentle and innocent, but then Harry's tongue grazed Draco's bottom lip, drawing a moan from deep in Draco's throat. Draco parted his lips and Harry's tongue slipped in, exploring the corners of Draco's mouth.
Draco fought back aggressively, thrusting his own tongue at Harry's. Harry took it to a whole new level by slowly moving his whole body towards Draco and shifting his weight so he was now straddling him. Draco was now lying down on the dewy grass and Harry had one hand on either side of Draco's head, intensifying the kiss even more.
Draco was sick of letting Harry boss him around, so he flipped over so that Harry was the one laying on his back and Draco was the one doing the straddling. Draco broke the kiss momentarily to draw breath, but then instantaneously re-attached himself to Harry's mouth. The kiss got just as intense as how it was before, when Harry's arms snaked up Draco's back, moving underneath his shirt, feeling Draco's toned back. Harry broke the kiss this time, but only to pull off Draco's shirt. Draco then, in return, pulled off Harry's and they were kissing again, now rolling in the dewy grass shirtless.
Draco's hands moved over Harry's stomach muscles, relishing in how smooth they were. Now nobody was on top; their limbs were intertwined and they were rolling over and over in the grass. Draco momentarily disentangled one of his arms from the mass of body parts to take off Harry's glasses, throwing them aside as if they were a mere annoyance, before continuing what he was doing.
Now Draco's hand moved down to the fastening of Harry's leather pants, fumbling to un-button them. Harry moved his hand over Draco's to stop him, and they broke the kiss.
Harry gave Draco a pleading look. "I'm sorry," Harry whispered, "I'm just not ready for that yet…"
Draco nodded with an understanding look on his face, although it was apparent he was also thoroughly disappointed. "Lets go back to the school, shall we?" He said to Harry.
Harry nodded and said, "Oh, but I think we should get our shirts back on and clean ourselves up a bit first… might look a tad suspicious…"
Draco chuckled as he began to dress himself, and together they walked hand in hand back to the Honeyduke's cellar.
(A/N) EEK, OOC-NESS! I don't like it, I don't like it at all! Please PLEASE forgive me, I know Draco isn't as sexy when he's nice… I'll make it better later (I hope…) ehe . But don't worry, the plot picks up again next chapter. Please review, Princesspepper likes reviews… (Talking in third person is scary).
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