Sorry if this took a little while to get out! SLASH warning, and language (that's why it's R, folks). Disclaimer: They're all Rowling's, but God, if only I had Seamus… oh well at least I can manipulate him in my fics! *grin*. Thank yous at the end. This part isn't as humorous as last chapter, unfortunately, and the first part is kind of angsty. Sorry, I don't know what got into me! And it might be kinda sappy too. Oh well. Enjoy!
My Fire, My Love: Part 4
Draco (making sure Ron was out of the room) flitted over to Harry's bedside and slipped his robes on, all the while ignoring Harry. The silence was drawn out painfully. Harry felt like a huge chasm had been ripped into his heart. Stupid Ron. And it was such a silly thing to get angry about, and it certainly wasn't Draco's fault! They'd never had an argument, before, a *real* one at least, and this was only a little issue. What would happen if we got into a really big fight? Harry could endure it no longer.
"Draco, I'm sorry. Please don't be mad with me?" Harry's head dropped. Draco turned around, about to give a sharp reply, when he saw how dejected Harry looked. The limber gray-eyed god of Harry's world stepped closer to his lover and tilted his chin up so he could look into Harry's eyes. To his surprise, they glistened with unshed tears and were a pale jade instead of the sparkling emerald green they usually were, filled with a torrent of emotions, but the most prominent one was fear. Draco knew that it was probably reflected in his own eyes as well. He had no idea Harry could be hurt so easily. It frightened him, this power he had over the famous Boy-Who-Lived. Harry gazed back unflinchingly, seemingly searching for something.
"It's just, first Ron, and then…" he sighed unhappily. "I couldn't bear to lose you! I need you, Draco! You make me feel happy, you make me feel wanted--- I've never felt that way before in my life!" Harry was now quivering, dangerously close to tears, as he waited desperately for Draco to say something. Anything. Draco caressed his cheek gently.
"I'm afraid, I'm afraid I'll hurt you, Harry. So afraid. No one's ever relied on me this much, needed me this much, I've never needed anyone this much. I don't know if I can do it." Harry bit his lower lip and nodded. It was one of the most painful moments of Draco's life, watching Harry suffer. If he could truly take his pain away, truly do what Harry had said, then Draco was willing to risk himself to preserve that. He enfolded Harry into a huge hug, and then Harry's tears did spill out, and Draco felt so essential to the life of the person he held in his arms; knew that Harry was imperative to Draco's existence as well.
And it felt good.
"It's okay." He whispered soothingly. "I've got you." He held the trembling boy in his arms until his shakes subsided. He released Harry when he his eyes flicked over to Harry's unmade bunk, and saw the chains still attached to Harry's bed. They looked so forlorn and empty without Harry's lovely elegant wrists enslaved in them. He smirked at the memories of the night before and climbed onto the bed to take them off. Harry noticed his smirk and blushed, then wiped his eyes.
"I'm gonna go-" he began, but was cut off as Professor McGonnagal entered the room. Harry's eyes widened as he casually pulled the curtains closed, leaving Draco concealed inside. The severe teacher told them all to make sure to not miss breakfast this morning, as the Headmaster would be making an important announcement. Harry breathed a sigh of relief when her glance passed by him unfazed; he winced as her gaze found Dean and Seamus, wrapped in a passionate embrace. Both boys quickly parted, but it was too late. As the professor exited, she said quietly,
"I would like to see you two in my office after breakfast." And left. Dean and Seamus just looked at each other, then began dressing for the day. Harry felt very bad for them, but was incredibly relieved that she had not seen Draco. Two members of the same house, sharing the same dorm was one thing; a Slytherin and a Gryffindor? Harry shuddered to think of her and Professor Snape's reactions. Feeling a bit disjointed, and exhausted from crying and lack of sleep, he pulled back the curtains and found Draco lying on his bed sleepily.
"I'm really tired." He said, yawning. Harry found himself yawning, too.
"I wonder why?" he asked sarcastically. "We went to bed on time, didn't we? Oh, wait, now I remember, we were up half the night making love!"
"And you enjoyed it!" Draco pointed out testily. Harry ran a hand threw his unruly hair, a little frustrated.
"We're just tired, that's all." He murmured to himself. Draco seemed about to say something, but changed his mind.
"We've got a little while til breakfast, come lie down." Draco suggested, patting the bed.
"Glad I've got your permission to go on my own bed." He said flippantly, but lay down, anyway. Draco wrapped an arm around him as Harry buried his face in the curve of his neck. Harry closed his eyes and gradually drifted away, feeling utterly safe. Draco watched him sleep, tracing the muscles of Harry's neck gently with the backs of his fingers. After a while, he turned Harry over gently and kissed his forehead, along his cheekbone, his eyes, his nose, everywhere. Harry awoke drowning in kisses, a very pleasant way to wake up, and he told Draco so. His lover simply leaned down a kissed his lips, not breaching Harry's mouth. Harry sat up and slid his tongue along those velvety lips, and then pushed his way inside Draco's mouth, exploring gingerly, tongues sliding against one another, teasing, battling. Eventually, Draco pulled away, his gaze slightly unfocused. He shook his head, as if clearing it, then said,
"Don't *do* that!", but he smiled to show he was joking. He pulled Harry to his feet. "C'mon, we're gonna be late." The two snuck cautiously down the spiral stairs and into the Gryffindor common room; thankfully no one was there and they were able to proceed to the Great Hall without disruption. They parted ways just before the entrance to the Great Hall, eyes communicating what lips and hands would rather say and prove.
"See you in Potions." Harry whispered, and then he was gone, sitting by his friends. Adjusting his robes, Draco swaggered confidently into the room and found his seat next to Pansy.
"Drakey, muffin, where were you last night? I was so worried about you!" she simpered. Draco tried not to shudder when she called him "muffin". It was so degrading!
"That's not your business, Pansy." He said coolly, not buying her act for a second. She was concerned that he was using her. He snorted. "But, I can assure you, it was very important." Yes, sleeping with your sworn enemy is definitely important. A little grin found it's way onto his face, and he abolished it quickly before anyone could notice. He'd been smiling so much lately. It was an unusual expression for him, but perhaps not a bad habit. He had probably picked it up from those Gryffindors. His gaze fell over to where Harry and his friends were sitting. Seamus was batting his eyes suggestively in his direction, Weasley looking like he was about to be sick. Under the table, Draco saw the Irish boy slide his foot under Harry's robes. Harry turned a bright red as Seamus said something and laughed. Draco tried to stay calm, but seeing Finnegan touching *his* Harry was very aggravating, to say the least. Draco was not pleased. He wanted to wipe that smirk off of Finnegan's face. The morning's conversation in the bathroom came back to him. Draco suddenly knew exactly how to get that mocking grin off of that arrogant flirt's face… if Harry agreed… He probably would, Draco decided. His lover was surprisingly daring when it came to trying new things. Like that time in the Potions supply closet…
*
"Go up and ask him." A voice whispered.
"Are you kidding?! It'd be suicide." Another hissed back.
"C'mon, are you afraid?"
"NO. Why don't you go and do it?" Harry and Draco had been put together as lab partners that day, and were enjoying each other's company. Sort of.
"Because he likes me."
"Exactly. He'll probably haul my ass up to Filch's office just for raising my hand. Like I said, suicide."
"But don't you *want* to know what he washes his hair with?"
"NO!"
"Mr. Potter, please pay attention when I am speaking!" Harry jumped.
"Uh, right Professor. Sorry." He said apologetically. Snape harrumphed.
"That will be 5 points for Gryffindor, Mr. Potter." Snape turned back to lecturing the lesson.
"See? I told you."
"You know what would really be suicide?"
"What?" Draco snickered, then said,
"Making out in the supply closet." Harry paled.
"Oh. My. God. Yes, I concede the point. That *would* be suicide."
"Dare you."
"Are you insane!? I'd lose the Cup for Gryffindor if he catches us, and you won't get into any trouble at all." Harry said, a little bitterly.
"We'd just have to be *very* careful then, wouldn't we?"
Silence. Harry tried very hard to ignore his lover's warm breath ghosting across the back of his neck.
"I knew you wouldn't do it. You're scared." He taunted.
"Fine. I'll do it." Harry whispered hotly. Draco's eyes widened, but then he smirked.
"Okay. Wait for me after class." Harry hung his head in his hands.
"I can't believe I said that." He muttered to himself mournfully.
"Mr. Potter!" Harry jerked.
"Sorry, Professor."
"Sorry isn't enough. That's another 10 points from Gryffindor, and if I catch you daydreaming again, there be a several days of detention scheduled into your busy week." The Potions Master said mockingly. All of the Slytherins sniggered at this, and a few of the Gryffindors gave him odd looks. Harry averted his eyes until their attention had passed, then he glared malevolently at his lover for the rest of the period, who was wearing a satisfied smirk.
When the class was over, Harry shot a terrified glance at the supply closet, and walked heavily over to where his friends were waiting for him.
"Jeez Harry, you look like you just signed your own death warrant or something."
"That's a bit how I feel." He said. Snape swept by them, sending a scathing look in Harry's direction.
"I sincerely hope you stay out of trouble, Mr. Potter. I wouldn't want to catch you doing anything… illicit." He said icily.
"And I sincerely hope you catch pneumonia and die." Ron muttered once he was out of earshot. Hermione gave him a disapproving frown, then turned to Harry.
"What was going on in Potions today, anyway, Harry? Are you okay?"
"Yeah." Harry sighed, trying to quell the gigantic sense of foreboding rocketing around in his stomach. "Malfoy was pestering me." It's true. Just not the way they think. "Listen, I have to do something, so I'll catch up with you guys in a little while, all right?"
"Sure Harry. Want us to help with anything?"
"No, I have to do this on my own. Thanks, though. See ya." He waved good-bye to his friends, feeling as if he'd never see them again, then waited. Sure enough, Draco came around the corner once his friends were out of sight. He was still smirking. The pale boy took out his wand and tapped it against the Potions door. It opened silently. They looked around, then walked in quickly, Draco shutting the door behind him.
"Lock it." Harry said.
"No." Harry whirled around.
"What?! D'ya *want* me to be expelled or something? That's just plain tempting Fate, and I've gotten lucky too many times to take another chance."
"I'm not locking it. It's more exciting." Harry sighed resignedly.
"Fine. I defer to the Slytherin. Lead the way." He said, bowing gracefully. Draco grinned rather nastily and dragged him over to the closet. He opened the door and shoved Harry roughly inside. Harry stumbled backwards, surprise evident on his features.
"God, I want you so bad, Harry." He whispered hungrily, stepping into the closet, which was actually larger than it looked. The walls were lined with ingredients, and it was very dusty. Harry sat looking up at him from the worn stone tile, green eyes wide. Draco thought he looked so adorable, so innocent, so… *shaggable*. Draco crouched down next to him and tenderly brushed the unruly black hair out of Harry's face. Their gazes locked, storm gray and brilliant emerald colliding forcefully. The spell was broken when Draco leaned forward, and Harry gravitated to him, meeting him halfway. Their lips connected in a hot, burning kiss, and Harry wrapped his arms around the slim boy and pulled him down on top of him. Draco pushed him flat onto the cold floor, pressing feverish kisses against Harry's throat. Harry arched desperately into Draco's caresses, desire ravaging his body. His fair-haired lover apparently felt the same way, because he eagerly clawed at Harry's robe, craving to see more of Harry's olive, flushed skin revealed. Somewhere in the back of his mind, where his conscience operated, a very small, but unrelenting voice vied for his attention. Harry tried not to listen to it; he was too busy tearing off Draco's clothing. Not here! In the supply closet? And *Snape's* supply closet, no less! Are you bloody *mad*!?
With a gasp, Harry sat up. "Stop, Draco, stop! Listen to me-ah!" Draco had just found a particularly sensitive spot on Harry's body (his neck, a little to the right and below his left ear), and was sucking at it for all he was worth. With every ounce of self-control he could muster, Harry turned his head away. Draco abruptly rocked back on his heels.
"What?" he asked.
"We shouldn't do this—I mean, Snape could walk in at any moment." Draco raised an eyebrow, disappointed but still managing to look haughty. Harry shivered from the loss of body heat. He was aching, needing, wanting, as much as Draco was. The other boy panted heavily, his face flushed, silvery-white hair tousled, lips bruised and swollen. Oh God I want him. Harry thought. Then, oh then!- Draco licked his lips- that was all!, and Harry found this simple, yet seductive act completely erotic. Harry's brain promptly lost control of any sanity it possessed, as the dark-haired teen thought, Oh fucking hell, here I go, and flung himself at his waiting lover. He nearly suffocated in the fiery kisses, their robes now completely off. Arousal and the smell of sex hung heavy in the air, almost tangible.
A sudden noise caused them to spring apart quickly, gripping each other in fear. Snape had just entered the classroom. And the worst part was, they had left the supply closet door open. They immediately scrambled to the side, out of Snape's line of sight. He passed the open side room without so much as a glance inside it, apparently in a hurry. They huddled on the floor, naked, clothes strewn everywhere, frozen with fear. They heard Snape rummaging around in his desk for something, then utter a soft "Aha!", and retrace his steps to the corridor outside. The door clicked shut, and the teens slumped in relief.
"Dammit, that was close." Draco murmured. Harry exhaled, hardly daring to believe he was still alive. Wordlessly, he pulled on his robes. Draco pulled himself of the ground, dressing himself as well. He extended a hand to Harry, who took it and rose on shaky legs. They exited the room quietly and quickly, not stopping until they had gotten to an unused classroom, where they collapsed onto a ragged old couch and fell asleep. They stayed that way, missing lunch and narrowly making it to their next classes. Before Harry had left, he had looked back at Draco, who was stretching, and said calmly,
"You're evil." Draco had just grinned tiredly and replied,
"I know."
*
Draco grinned at the memory, then silently cursed himself for smiling again. He didn't want his other Housemates, especially Pansy, to suspect something. Just then, Professor Dumbledore rose smoothly to his feet.
"If I could have your attention, please?" he asked the student body politely. Eventually, everyone quieted down and waited expectantly. Dumbledore cleared his throat. "I have an announcement to make…"
Whew! *pants heavily* It's done! It took me forever to write the closet scene, even though my muse was being cooperative, for once! Couple of things: 1.) How'd you all like the closet scene? I worked so hard on it!!!!! 2.) I've been working on a little filler with Dean and Seamus, which coincides with this fic. I'll either put it up here in MFML or separately, depending on the length. 3.) Because of the filler, I don't know when chapter 5 will be out. Hopefully by Saturday! 4.) any of you digimon fans? My sister and muse, kari89, recently wrote a digimon fic, "Someone to Lean On" it's really well done, and she's gotten hardly any reviews. So if you wouldn't mind checking it out… please…? 5.) BIG thank you to all my wonderful reviewers, it means so much to me! –
---maandy, Cali, Hades, Abbey (you know some strange people!), Wyvern, StorytellingStar (Ron will get some attention, and some action, in later stories, I promise), Kissaki, Prongs, Ruka-chan, Helga of Wurm, Guess Who? Holly (luv ya, you're a great muse!), Tazy Silverpen, and Shadow Maxwell-Yuy (Eeep! I didn't think the idea of a 3some would upset you so! However, I'm still not sure how things will exactly work out.)
Hope you enjoyed! Until next time!
~ RainShadow