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PREVIOSLY....
"Ginny!" Ron yelled. He grabbed her arm at the wrist as Ginny tried to slap Hermione again. "Ginny, get a hold of yourself! After everything Harry's done to her, how can you hit her?" he demanded, going red in the face.
"After everything Harry's done." Ginny repeated civilly. "EVERYTHING HARRY'S DONE!" she screamed at Hermione. "You fucking lying whore, you are worse than every Slytherin slut combined. How could you lie to us about why YOU dumped Harry? HOW COULD YOU tell those awful lies about your best friend? HOW COULD YOU LET US THINK THAT HE WAS HITTING YOU?"
Chapter Three
Harry trudged back up to his common room, his mind all a mess. He didn't know how to feel about Draco, MALFOY, he mentally shouted. Not Draco. Malfoy. He didn't know how to feel about him, now that he knew that Malfoy didn't hate him. Harry was discovering that it was harder to hate someone who liked you, than it was to hate someone who reciprocated your hate. The portrait opened and he stepped inside. There was no sign of Draco and Harry breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't want to see someone who he neither loved nor hated. How was one supposed to act in that position? He didn't know, and wasn't too excited to find out.
Harry climbed upstairs and into his room. He grabbed his book bag and went back downstairs to the desk. Opening his transfiguration book, he began to take notes for the paper he was writing. He worked diligently for an hour before the portrait opened and he looked up. Draco entered quickly and Harry noted the slight, well not slight, bulge in the front of his pants.
Harry blushed.
Unfortunately, Draco didn't notice Harry, because he stepped aside and let the blonde girl in behind him. He took her hand and led, or rather, pulled, her up the stairs. For the next half and hour, Harry heard the moans, the screams, the sounds of rough sex. And it turned him on.
'Bloody fucking hell' he thought. 'This is ridiculous. I should absolutely not even be here. I should have left, I should have yelled, I should have done something other than sat here and listened.' Fortunately there was a loud pounding on the portrait and when he opened it, a flushed Ginny came flying in, followed by an equally flushed Dean.
"Ginny!" Harry said, surprised, but happy to see her. She gave him a quick hug and sat down on the couch. Dean followed like the loyal boyfriend he was.
"Nice room" Ginny said conversationally.
"Yeah, I guess. I wish I didn't have to share it with Draco though."
"Draco?" Ginny questioned.
"Malfoy. I meant Malfoy." He corrected quickly, turning his face to hide the rising blush.
Dean just stared at him, slowly, (but surely) connecting the dots. Harry sat down opposite the two.
"So," he said lightly, "What brings you here."
"Ginny bitch slapped Hermione in the common room!" Dean burst out excitedly. Ginny glared pointedly at her boyfriend.
"I didn't BITCH slap her, I just gave her a bit of what she deserved."
"You didn't hurt her badly, did you Gin?" Harry asked, clearly concerned for his heartless ex-girlfriend. "Please don't tell me you hurt her."
"Well. She should have a bruise shaped hand print on that already deformed face of hers." Ginny mused with an indifferent shrug.
"Oh god." Harry buried his head in his hands. "What if she's hurt?"
"Oh for Christ's sake, Potter. You are disgustingly pathetic." Draco Malfoy drawled from half way down the stairs. "Get a fucking grip. Why do you give a shit about her anyways?" From behind him, the blonde girl walked down the stairs wearing one of Draco's shirts and her uniform skirt. "Bye Cecile!" Draco called, just for show.
She waved and flounced out, her pleated skirt so short that her ass basically peeked out the bottom. Dean followed her with his eyes and Ginny hit the back of his head sternly but her face showed only amusement in his hormones, no trace of anger.
"What?" he asked innocently, clearly knowing what he had done to piss her off. But he knew she wasn't angry.
"Well I guess if you'd rather have her than me..." Ginny began, "though I doubt she would have let you fuck her in the bathroom like you did me just did ten minutes ago..."
Dean contemplated and then grinned. "Nope. And that's the only reason I'm dating you." She kissed him at he wrapped his arm around her. "The only reason." She sighed and then rested her arm on his shoulder, whispering in his ear.
"Jesus Christ" said Harry, half joking and half serious. "Is everyone getting laid but me today?" he asked to no one.
"That could be changed, you know Potter, if you just came upstairs with me." Draco said from the bottom of the stairs. Harry knew he was joking but when he looked up he saw the boldly displayed lust in Draco's eyes and felt quite ashamed when his own cock stirred unappreciatively in his pants. He averted his eyes and Draco laughed in a superior manner, he saw what he did to Harry by just that one comment. And he liked it.
Draco continued down the stairs and sat at the desk where Harry's stuff was all spread out. He shoved it one side and opened his own schoolwork. He worked in silence and Harry, Ginny and Dean tried to have a conversation, but it was awkward with the Slytherin sitting so close. After thirty slightly awkward minutes, Ginny stood up.
"Well. I guess we should go now."
Dean stood up too, "yeah I guess so. Later Harry." He didn't acknowledge Draco, but that was expected.
"Bye" said Harry. He walked them to the portrait and then back to the couch where he flopped down.
Draco sat with his head bent over a textbook, but he wasn't reading. He was thinking. He was thinking that his life was going to be miserable if he and Harry couldn't at least be friends. He was thinking that someone had to make the first move, and he was thinking that it might as well be now. He leaned back in his chair.
"Ginny's hot." He said appreciatively.
Harry shot him a glare. "Well she's dating Dean."
"And fucking him too, I noticed."
"Good observation Sherlock."
"Who?" said Draco, clearly confused.
"Never mind. Muggle detective character."
"Oh." There was a pause. "I can still think she's hot though."
"Well your taste isn't much to go by, seeing as last night you said I was hot. And I'm not. And you don't think so anyway."
"You don't think you're hot?" Draco asked, surprised.
"No I don't, and I don't like having thing conversation with you either." Harry stood.
"Don't leave"
"I don't like this conversation. It makes me uncomfortable, and I don't know what to think. Because it should just make me angry, but it doesn't. It just makes me unsure." Harry was shocked by the words coming out of his mouth. He didn't know why he was being so honest; he didn't mean to say all of that. He just meant to leave.
"Well last night I meant it. And I mean it now, Harry" he said, trying out the first name of the boy he had hated for so long. "You are very attractive." Draco stood up.
Harry stepped backwards, hesitant as to what he should do. Draco watched him blush and avoid eye contact. Harry was uncomfortable, and damn him to hell if it didn't make Draco all the more hornier.
Yes. He was horny. He so fucking turned on by Harry Potter, his archenemy. He knew it wasn't supposed to be like this, and at the same time, he knew it was supposed to be like this. He knew Harry was his soul mate. He prayed that them coming together and sorting out their differences would happen eventually, and soon, because he was not looking forward to spending his entire life with someone who he couldn't have.
Harry infatuated Draco Malfoy. He wanted nothing more than to strip him naked and taste every beautiful inch of his skin. He raked over Harry's body with his eyes. Harry stumbled backwards against the couch and Draco had to laugh.
Harry looked up at the laughter. It wasn't the usually Malfoy laugh, arrogant and condescending. It was fun, it was light, and it was honest. Harry almost smiled. He watched Draco looking at him, and Harry had a powerful revelation. He wanted Draco Malfoy. He wanted him so bad. And that scared him. Terrified him. He had to get out of here.
"I'm making you uncomfortable, Harry" Draco said knowingly.
"Yes. Yes you are, and I have to get out of here before I do something stupid." With that, Harry darted past Draco and up the stairs. Draco heard his bedroom door slam and grinned.
He was getting to Potter alright. He was getting to him fast. Faster than he would have originally thought.
But there was one small problem. He was still really fucking horny.
He couldn't bring Cecile back; honestly she wasn't what he wanted. He didn't even fucking like girls. He just wanted to make Harry jealous. And he had, he knew he had. He saw how Harry looked at Cecile as she left. That look had also lacked all forms of sexual interest, and that's how he knew that Harry was gay. Undoubtedly.
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Still- looking for a serious beta-er and such. Leave me a comment if you are seriously interested. Lol.
Special thanks to Pirate Bitch Nut-
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far the most amusing. So THANKS! I decided to dedicate this lovely
chapter to you.. lol
PREVIOSLY....
"Ginny!" Ron yelled. He grabbed her arm at the wrist as Ginny tried to slap Hermione again. "Ginny, get a hold of yourself! After everything Harry's done to her, how can you hit her?" he demanded, going red in the face.
"After everything Harry's done." Ginny repeated civilly. "EVERYTHING HARRY'S DONE!" she screamed at Hermione. "You fucking lying whore, you are worse than every Slytherin slut combined. How could you lie to us about why YOU dumped Harry? HOW COULD YOU tell those awful lies about your best friend? HOW COULD YOU LET US THINK THAT HE WAS HITTING YOU?"
Chapter Three
Harry trudged back up to his common room, his mind all a mess. He didn't know how to feel about Draco, MALFOY, he mentally shouted. Not Draco. Malfoy. He didn't know how to feel about him, now that he knew that Malfoy didn't hate him. Harry was discovering that it was harder to hate someone who liked you, than it was to hate someone who reciprocated your hate. The portrait opened and he stepped inside. There was no sign of Draco and Harry breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't want to see someone who he neither loved nor hated. How was one supposed to act in that position? He didn't know, and wasn't too excited to find out.
Harry climbed upstairs and into his room. He grabbed his book bag and went back downstairs to the desk. Opening his transfiguration book, he began to take notes for the paper he was writing. He worked diligently for an hour before the portrait opened and he looked up. Draco entered quickly and Harry noted the slight, well not slight, bulge in the front of his pants.
Harry blushed.
Unfortunately, Draco didn't notice Harry, because he stepped aside and let the blonde girl in behind him. He took her hand and led, or rather, pulled, her up the stairs. For the next half and hour, Harry heard the moans, the screams, the sounds of rough sex. And it turned him on.
'Bloody fucking hell' he thought. 'This is ridiculous. I should absolutely not even be here. I should have left, I should have yelled, I should have done something other than sat here and listened.' Fortunately there was a loud pounding on the portrait and when he opened it, a flushed Ginny came flying in, followed by an equally flushed Dean.
"Ginny!" Harry said, surprised, but happy to see her. She gave him a quick hug and sat down on the couch. Dean followed like the loyal boyfriend he was.
"Nice room" Ginny said conversationally.
"Yeah, I guess. I wish I didn't have to share it with Draco though."
"Draco?" Ginny questioned.
"Malfoy. I meant Malfoy." He corrected quickly, turning his face to hide the rising blush.
Dean just stared at him, slowly, (but surely) connecting the dots. Harry sat down opposite the two.
"So," he said lightly, "What brings you here."
"Ginny bitch slapped Hermione in the common room!" Dean burst out excitedly. Ginny glared pointedly at her boyfriend.
"I didn't BITCH slap her, I just gave her a bit of what she deserved."
"You didn't hurt her badly, did you Gin?" Harry asked, clearly concerned for his heartless ex-girlfriend. "Please don't tell me you hurt her."
"Well. She should have a bruise shaped hand print on that already deformed face of hers." Ginny mused with an indifferent shrug.
"Oh god." Harry buried his head in his hands. "What if she's hurt?"
"Oh for Christ's sake, Potter. You are disgustingly pathetic." Draco Malfoy drawled from half way down the stairs. "Get a fucking grip. Why do you give a shit about her anyways?" From behind him, the blonde girl walked down the stairs wearing one of Draco's shirts and her uniform skirt. "Bye Cecile!" Draco called, just for show.
She waved and flounced out, her pleated skirt so short that her ass basically peeked out the bottom. Dean followed her with his eyes and Ginny hit the back of his head sternly but her face showed only amusement in his hormones, no trace of anger.
"What?" he asked innocently, clearly knowing what he had done to piss her off. But he knew she wasn't angry.
"Well I guess if you'd rather have her than me..." Ginny began, "though I doubt she would have let you fuck her in the bathroom like you did me just did ten minutes ago..."
Dean contemplated and then grinned. "Nope. And that's the only reason I'm dating you." She kissed him at he wrapped his arm around her. "The only reason." She sighed and then rested her arm on his shoulder, whispering in his ear.
"Jesus Christ" said Harry, half joking and half serious. "Is everyone getting laid but me today?" he asked to no one.
"That could be changed, you know Potter, if you just came upstairs with me." Draco said from the bottom of the stairs. Harry knew he was joking but when he looked up he saw the boldly displayed lust in Draco's eyes and felt quite ashamed when his own cock stirred unappreciatively in his pants. He averted his eyes and Draco laughed in a superior manner, he saw what he did to Harry by just that one comment. And he liked it.
Draco continued down the stairs and sat at the desk where Harry's stuff was all spread out. He shoved it one side and opened his own schoolwork. He worked in silence and Harry, Ginny and Dean tried to have a conversation, but it was awkward with the Slytherin sitting so close. After thirty slightly awkward minutes, Ginny stood up.
"Well. I guess we should go now."
Dean stood up too, "yeah I guess so. Later Harry." He didn't acknowledge Draco, but that was expected.
"Bye" said Harry. He walked them to the portrait and then back to the couch where he flopped down.
Draco sat with his head bent over a textbook, but he wasn't reading. He was thinking. He was thinking that his life was going to be miserable if he and Harry couldn't at least be friends. He was thinking that someone had to make the first move, and he was thinking that it might as well be now. He leaned back in his chair.
"Ginny's hot." He said appreciatively.
Harry shot him a glare. "Well she's dating Dean."
"And fucking him too, I noticed."
"Good observation Sherlock."
"Who?" said Draco, clearly confused.
"Never mind. Muggle detective character."
"Oh." There was a pause. "I can still think she's hot though."
"Well your taste isn't much to go by, seeing as last night you said I was hot. And I'm not. And you don't think so anyway."
"You don't think you're hot?" Draco asked, surprised.
"No I don't, and I don't like having thing conversation with you either." Harry stood.
"Don't leave"
"I don't like this conversation. It makes me uncomfortable, and I don't know what to think. Because it should just make me angry, but it doesn't. It just makes me unsure." Harry was shocked by the words coming out of his mouth. He didn't know why he was being so honest; he didn't mean to say all of that. He just meant to leave.
"Well last night I meant it. And I mean it now, Harry" he said, trying out the first name of the boy he had hated for so long. "You are very attractive." Draco stood up.
Harry stepped backwards, hesitant as to what he should do. Draco watched him blush and avoid eye contact. Harry was uncomfortable, and damn him to hell if it didn't make Draco all the more hornier.
Yes. He was horny. He so fucking turned on by Harry Potter, his archenemy. He knew it wasn't supposed to be like this, and at the same time, he knew it was supposed to be like this. He knew Harry was his soul mate. He prayed that them coming together and sorting out their differences would happen eventually, and soon, because he was not looking forward to spending his entire life with someone who he couldn't have.
Harry infatuated Draco Malfoy. He wanted nothing more than to strip him naked and taste every beautiful inch of his skin. He raked over Harry's body with his eyes. Harry stumbled backwards against the couch and Draco had to laugh.
Harry looked up at the laughter. It wasn't the usually Malfoy laugh, arrogant and condescending. It was fun, it was light, and it was honest. Harry almost smiled. He watched Draco looking at him, and Harry had a powerful revelation. He wanted Draco Malfoy. He wanted him so bad. And that scared him. Terrified him. He had to get out of here.
"I'm making you uncomfortable, Harry" Draco said knowingly.
"Yes. Yes you are, and I have to get out of here before I do something stupid." With that, Harry darted past Draco and up the stairs. Draco heard his bedroom door slam and grinned.
He was getting to Potter alright. He was getting to him fast. Faster than he would have originally thought.
But there was one small problem. He was still really fucking horny.
He couldn't bring Cecile back; honestly she wasn't what he wanted. He didn't even fucking like girls. He just wanted to make Harry jealous. And he had, he knew he had. He saw how Harry looked at Cecile as she left. That look had also lacked all forms of sexual interest, and that's how he knew that Harry was gay. Undoubtedly.
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