Heya all. Rie has finally got a new keyboard, so chap 17 has finally arrived.
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DARKNESS OR LIGHT. WHAT IS YOUR CHOICE?
Chapter 17 - Quidditch and Break up's
Harry groggily opened his eyes to dim and fuzzy lighting, proof that his eyes had returned to normal. The curtains over the windows were drawn and a small line of light was only just visible through a small crack at the top. He swerved his head slightly, feeling soft cloth which was not bedclothes under his cheek.
"Huh?"
Lifting his head, he stared into the serenely peaceful face of Draco Malfoy. He was still asleep but had a smile on his face.
"Hey Harry. You awake yet?"
Harry twisted his head towards the door. Hermione was outside the door calling him and he was on his bed, wrapped up in Draco's arms. A knock was then heard.
"Wake up sleepyhead. Breakfast."
"Huh? What is it?" Draco's eyes fluttered open, then Harry was staring into pools of blue, making his chest tighten.
"Um. Morning Draco." Harry was nervous. As soon as Draco had latched eyes with his, the eyelids lowered seductively. He was still pressed tightly to Draco's body. It seemed that they hadn't moved an inch during he night.
"Morning." Draco whispered. His grip tightened around Harry's waist and he lifted his head, catching Harry's lips with his own. Harry had no chance to react as he was flipped onto his back and was kissed enthusiastically by the blonde Slytherin.
"Harry. Come on." The door was thumped on, making it shake slightly. Harry twisted his head, breaking the contact of his lips with Draco's.
"Draco stop. The door is still open."
"What?"
Harry struggled in Draco's arms, then found himself slipping off the bed, Draco still on top of him.
"Is the door open? Can I come in?"
Draco gasped, twisted out of Harry arms and dove at the door, pushing his weight on it just as the handle was pushed down.
"Harry. Say something." Draco hissed.
"I'm not up jet." Harry yelled, too loudly in his opinion.
"Well hurry up. We're all hungry for breakfast." Hermione called through the door.
"Go without me. I'll be down in a few minutes." Harry yelled back.
"If you're sure." Hermione's voice sounded hesitant and Harry nearly groaned out loud in annoyance. Getting up from the floor and brushing himself down, he called back.
"Yes, I'm sure. I'll see you when I'm dressed."
Footsteps receded down the hall and Harry breathed a sigh of relief, then gasped when Draco's arms wound around his waist again, this time from behind.
"I'd better leave Harry. It wouldn't do for her to find out just yet, now would it?"
Harry shook his head. Draco, being a head taller than himself, leaned over his shoulder and pressed his lips onto his own, gently. Harry sagged in those arms, letting Draco support his weight. When he was released, he felt his legs tremble. He turned to see Draco staring at him amused.
"Have a wash Harry. You look rumpled." Draco grinned. "Oh, and wear a jumper with a higher neck, otherwise you'll get lots of questioning stares. See you later."
With that, he left the room, leaving Harry staring after him. When he finally managed to close his mouth, he grabbed his glasses from one of the bags and put them on and then walked into the bathroom and stared into the mirror. True to his word, Harry looked ravished. His hair was in a worse disarray than usual, his face was blotchy with colour and a slightly reddish mark could be seen on his neck. A hickey.
"Oh God." Harry gasped in dismay, rubbing his fingers against the mark. He most definitely couldn't let Hermione see that!
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If anyone had actually been interested enough to look out of their dorm room windows that morning, they would have seen a large black dog lurking in the shadows by the forbidden forest. Unfortunately, it wasn't a very good lurker. As it was quite early and no one was up yet, it's presence went unknown.
Not that the dog actually cared. Admittedly, it was trying to be inconspicuous to a certain degree, crawling by the tree's edge.
"Ah. You're finally here Sirius."
The dog jumped at least a meter into the air with a shocked yelp, then turned and glared (as well as a dog could!) at the tall man in front of him.
Albus Dumbledore smiled down at the black dog in front of him, his eye's twinkling.
"I'm sorry. I mean Snuffles. Come on in."
Dumbledore turned and headed into the castle. The dog stood in place for a few moments, then shook its head and followed the Headmaster into the school.
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"What is wrong with Harry?"
Dumbledore stared at the dark haired man sitting at the desk in front of him. His black eyes were slightly wild, his longish hair dishevelled and he was gripping the edge of the table tightly.
"Calm yourself Sirius. He is okay. He just has a small case of under eating and sleeping."
"Dreams and visions? Scar pains?"
Dumbledore nodded and Sirius sagged in his seat.
"Have you told him yet?" Sirius reached for the teacup that was sitting on the table and brought it to his lips. Dumbledore shook his head.
"No. I feel that it would be unwise to tell him now. At the moment, he needs to feel happier. Has he written to you at all recently?"
He hasn't, although I did get a letter from Hermione, telling me that she had begun dating him. That was nice to hear. I was sure that kind of loving relationship with one of his friends would help him." Sirius leaned back in his chair after snagging a finger biscuit from the plate in front of him.
"Well, obviously not. Harry's dreams have become more vivid." Dumbledore also took a finger biscuit from the plate and dunked it into his tea. "He saw Voldemort break into vault number 475 in Gringotts bank, his mothers vault, and steal the contents. He dreamt that while it was happening. He has also had dreams involving the destruction of villages, all with the Dark Mark floating above the scene. These are all standard dreams for him. He gets them a lot, but recently there has been something else."
"Something else? What do you mean?"
Sirius stared impatiently at the Headmaster, who was munching on his biscuit.
"I mean another person, other that Voldemort. Someone who stands out from the rest of the destruction. He calls himself Vin."
"Vin? I've never heard of anyone by that name."
"Neither have I and it worries me."
Dumbledore reached for a custard cream and bit into it. He then destroyed the dramatic pause in the conversation by turning into a canary.
"Wha?" Sirius gasped, staring at the overly large bird sitting on the chair across from him. After a few seconds, the spell wore off and Dumbledore was sitting on his chair again. "What the hell happened?"
"Those are lovely biscuits," Dumbledore sighed. "Pity they only come with the spell attached. I ought to speak with Fred and George and steal the recipe."
Sirius shook his head and pushed the plate of biscuits away from him. There were times when he really worried for the Headmasters sanity!
The Quidditch match against Slytherin had been pushed to the back of Harry's mind for weeks now, mainly because of his thoughts turning to more important matters. Draco being the main one. Practice, when he did turn up for them were spent in a quiet haze. Even though he hadn't been totally focused on his snitch search, he had always found it quickly. This morning, he was still muddled about Halloween night and the next morning. What had happened and what he had to explain to his best friends.
He had managed to avoid Ron's inquisitive questions and Hermione's concerned looks. He had noticed that Ron had been looking slightly smug when he had finally escaped Draco's embraces and sat down at the breakfast table at the inn. To his surprise, he actually had an appetite and had consumed a fried egg on toast, along with a few rashers of bacon. Looking back on the morning before, he had actually walked into that room with a smile and actually felt happy!
"Hey Harry."
Harry looked up from pulling on his boot to see Ron staring at him through the entrance to the boys locker rooms. He had his red and gold striped Gryfindor scarf around his neck and was grinning widely.
"Ron." Harry nodded, staring at him questioningly. "What is it?"
"I just wanted to wish you luck." Ron's grin turned into a smirk. "Not that you'll need it today!"
"What do you mean by that?" Harry asked. Ron didn't reply, but just ducked back out of the door. "Hey, wait a minute." Harry called. He closed his locker door and headed out of the noisily bustling locker room into the corridor leading outside. "Ron?"
What Harry got in answer was a hand shooting out from Madam Hooch's office and grabbing him by the collar. He was pulled into the room, the door closing after him and he found himself pressed onto it tightly.
"Hmmm. We seem to have an affinity for doors!" A voice whispered in his ear. Draco. "Not that I mind of course, although I'm sure there are much more comfortable placed to do this."
Harry didn't say a word during this moment, then couldn't say anything with Draco's lips pressed to his, his arms wrapped around him. Thoughts left him as he responded to Draco's touch, his arms winding around his neck. He felt Draco push himself further into him, his groin rubbing against his own. Harry gasped and pushed away slightly.
"Draco. Wait, I..." He stuttered, panting slightly. He stared into the blue pools that he seemed to get lost in a lot. Draco was smiling at him tenderly but looked slightly saddened.
"It's okay Harry. I know."
It was then that Harry noticed that Draco was not wearing his Quidditch robes. Instead he was dressed in his school uniform and his green and silver scarf.
"Draco. You're not ready." Harry mumbled out while Draco began to kiss his neck gently. He realised he hadn't seen the blonde in the locker room at all that day.
"I know. I'm not playing."
"What?" Harry pushed Draco completely away from him. "Why?"
Draco looked down at him with a small smile. "I've had enough Harry. I don't feel the urge to play anymore. I played Quidditch to beat you but I could never seem to. Instead, I have found another way and I seem to be wining." He reached out and stroked Harry's cheek with his fingers, then leaned forward and ghosted his lips over his ear. "You are mine Harry and I think you should hurry up and tell Granger that!" He then moved away and opened the door to the office. "Good luck Harry."
With that, he left the room, the door closing behind him. Harry sighed and ran his hand through his hair and grasped at the strands, part in frustration of the situation, part in longing for the boy who had just left. Draco was right though. He had to sort out the situation with Hermione.
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"Well?" Draco heard the whispered question from Pansy as he took his place in the crowd next to her. He nodded and turned towards the teams entrance.
He didn't feel any regret that he had quit the Quidditch team. The game itself had never been that interesting to him. He had only felt the need of defeating Harry. His team mates hadn't been very forgiving. He had been threatened with bodily harm if he quit. Draco had sneered at them and had told them in precise terms were they could stick their threats, that being one of the places where the sun didn't shine. If they weren't willing to do it themselves, he would do it for them. That, and a few mentions of his father had gotten them off his back.
"First out, Gryffindor. The team lineout is exactly the same as before, instead they now have a new Keeper." The commentator's voice by the name of Lee Jordan called out over the Quidditch pitch. "Lets hear it for Seamus Finnegan."
The cheers echoed through the stadium. Draco gave a wry smile. It seemed that Finnegan was quite popular. He then turned his gaze to Harry, who was standing next to the two Weasley twins. He looked thoughtful, even pensive. Draco totally ignored the entrance of the Slytherins and the crowds reaction to them. Harry had turned his head and was staring directly at him. His spot in the crowd was near to the teams standing on the field so he could see Harry quite clearly. As he watched, Harry gave him a small nod. Draco smiled and mouthed 'good luck', bringing a smile to Harry's face.
At that moment, Madam Hooch's whistle echoed around the pitch and both teams jumped onto their brooms and soured upwards, taking their positions above her. Madam Hooch opened the box, releasing the Bludgers and the Snitch. She then threw the Quaffle upwards and the game started.
The game was menacing. Draco had never actually watched Slytherin play before. In first year, he had watched with biased eyes, waiting for Harry's defeat. All other times he had been trying to defeat him himself. While watching now, he had mentioned to Parkinson, who had agreed with him, Slytherin played dirty!
"Another ten points to Slytherin," called out Jordan. "The score now stands at thirty to fifty, Slytherin leading."
Seamus was trying, Draco gave him that, but with the Slytherins underhanded tactics, he was having a hard time. Besides, Wood had been an excellent keeper.
"Come on Harry. Find the Snitch." Draco heard Parkinson whisper. It was unwise to call out support for the other team while surrounded by the opposition. That was obvious. Draco whispered encouragements as well.
"Harry dives." Jordan yelled. "Has he seen the Snitch
The crowds fell silent. Draco waited with baited breath and saw Parkinson's hands clench on the metal bar in front of her.
Harry rose from his dive, gold glinting between his fingers.
"He has! Harry has caught the Snitch. One hundred and fifty points to Gryffindor." The crowd roared. Draco found himself being hugged by an enthusiastic Parkinson.
"I know I shouldn't be happy that our team lost, but I am." Parkinson whispered to him. He nodded, still watching an ecstatic Harry flying around the pitch.
"Well done." He murmured, smiling."
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Harry was totally exhausted. The match had drained him and he had nearly fallen asleep in the shower. Draco had met him on his way back to the castle, giving him a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek. The gentle embrace had hardened his resolve to speak to Hermione.
Hw walked down the corridor past the Great Hall. Hermione was leaning against the wall, waiting for him with a smile.
"Harry." She ran over to him and swung her arms around his neck, hold him tightly. "That was brilliant. You were great."
Harry blushed slightly and extracted himself from Hermione's arms, hating himself for what he was about to say.
'Mione. We need to talk!"
He winced, even as he said the words. The smile on Hermione's face faded and she looked questioningly at him.
"Sure Harry. Anything wrong?"
She looked concerned and once again, Harry cursed Ron and Draco for uncovering his feelings. He didn't want to hurt Hermione and he did love her, in his own way. It jut wasn't enough.
"Erm, can we talk, privately?"
"Sure." Hermione grinned at him, then pulled him into the hall leading to the kitchen. They reached the picture of fruit and Hermione tickled the pear.
"Why here?" Harry asked in puzzlement as Hermione sat him down at the large table in the middle of the room.
"Well I feel like having a cup of hot chocolate while we talk." Hermione walked over to the group of House Elves, waving her hand when they asked her what she wanted.
""Master Harry sir." Harry heard the squeal from next to him and turned to see Dobby standing next to the table, a large jug of coffee in his hand.
"Hi Dobby." Harry smiled. "How are you?"
"Dobby is well. Thank you for asking." Dobby stared up at him, his large eyes widening even further. "Is Master Harry okay? Master Harry looks kind of tired."
"I'm fine Dobby. That Quidditch match really wore me out." Harry rested his head on his hand. "Is there any chance you could get all of the house elves to leave us alone for a few minutes. I really need to talk to Hermione about something."
"Not a problem." Dobby waved to him, then darted over to the other bustling House Elves. In a few moments, the kitchen was empty, apart from Hermione and himself. Hermione was holding two cups and had a baffled look on her face.
"Okay. Where did they all go?"
"Never mind." Harry kicked out the chair across from him and Hermione sat down, pushing a cup of dark brown liquid over to him. Tea. Harry nodded gratefully and took a sip.
"So, what did you want to talk about?" Hermione took a sip from her own cup, then placed it onto the table. Harry also set his cup down and placed his hands, palm down on the table on either side of it.
"Us. I want to talk about us."
He was staring at the table as he said this, then he looked up to see Hermione's reaction. Her eyes were wide and the hands holding onto her cup were shaking.
"What about us?" She whispered fearfully. "Oh, please no. You're not breaking up with me are you? Please Harry. Tell me what I've done and I'll rectify it. Please?"
Harry winced again. She sounded so hurt. "'Mione. I'm sorry. I just, well I just don't love you the way you want me to. I can't continue leading you on like his. It's not fair on you." Out loud, it sounded selfish, but it was the way he felt.
"You're not leading me on Harry. Remember when we began this, we said it was like a trial period. To determine how we felt about each other. My feelings haven't changed. I love you." Hermione grasped for his hand across the table top but Harry pulled away before she could get a grip on him.
"Hermione." Harry whispered her name. "I can't. I have feelings for someone else." He cringed as Hermione jumped to her feet, her chair falling over with a clatter.
"WHAT?" She shrieked. "WHO AND FOR HOW LONG?"
Harry shook his head. "I can't tell you 'Mione. I didn't want this, but I can't escape it and at this moment, I'm stuck in a rut."
"You are not breaking up with me."
Harry looked at Hermione in surprise at this adamant statement. She was standing by the table, her fists clenched tightly and her eyes teary.
"What?" he asked incredulously. "What do you mean I'm not breaking up with you? That is what this conversation is about. I am."
"No, you're not," Hermione said flatly. "Until you tell me who this person is that you state that you have feelings for, we are still going out. I wont have this. I wont!"
With that, she span on her heel and stormed out of the kitchen. Harry groaned and put his head in his hands. This was all he needed. A psychotic Hermione!
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There we are, for all Hermione haters(for this story anyway) the break up by Harry!
Next chap will have a plotting Hermione,
Entwined snake necklaces,
An accident.
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