Chapter 4: Insomnia, Closets & Hormones

Disclaimer: The characters and settings found in this story were created by J.K. Rowling. I'm merely playing in her sandbox, so to speak. Not making any money, blah blah blah, don't own anything but the plot, blah blah blah, now on to the fun part.

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Warning: SLASH

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Harry lay in bed that night, counting Hippogriffs, reciting the alphabet backwards, tossing and turning. It was all useless, possibly because he wasn't entirely keen on falling asleep in the first place. He wasn't so eager to experience another Sirius-centred nightmare. He could go to Madam Pomfrey and ask for a Dreamless Sleep Potion, but he'd really rather not give everyone yet another reason to be concerned about him. The summer had been a nightmare, receiving letters every day absolutely dripping with sympathy, consolation and false cheer. He'd ripped up most of them and refused to owl anyone back, finally prompting the Weaselys to come and take him away to the Burrow.

That was when he and Ginny got together, and for awhile he'd been able to forget about Sirius, the prophecy and his approaching fight-to-the-death against Voldemort. But then of course, that all went to hell when Ginny broke up with him. He still wasn't entirely clear why to be honest. Oh, she'd explained alright, using terms like 'unresponsive' and 'in different places right now'. And looking back Harry knew he hadn't really been giving her the attention she deserved. In a way he was kind of ashamed of himself, which made interaction with his redheaded ex a painful and tricky business.

Harry sighed. He supposed it was just the impending sense of doom catching up with him. You'd think people would give him a little bit of leeway. Not every teenager had the fate of the world resting on their shoulders.

Ron snored loudly from the bed beside his and Harry flopped his head back on the pillow in exasperation. At this rate he was never going to fall asleep.

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Draco left his room shortly after Cassandra did. As enjoyable as their encounter had been, there was always something rather…unfulfilling about the whole thing. Something was always missing with his conquests and Draco knew exactly what it was. The passion. The kind in trashy romance novels or R-rated movies. Oh sure, it was always hot, but never exactly in the I'll-die-if-I-don't-have-you-right-now sort of way. He was still looking for that. Either way, he couldn't stand to be cooped up in that room any longer, and he needed some space to breathe, not to mention, to think. As usual, the subject of deep thought was none other than his father and the decision that Draco would be forced to make this year. He'd known all of his life that this moment was coming, but as it approached it was becoming more and more unclear what his response would be.

A few years ago his world had been black and white, good and evil. It had never occurred to him then not to say yes. Now however, the black and white had somehow merged, forming several varying hues of grey, indistinguishable, foggy, and uncertain. He couldn't quite wrap his head around it all. Good versus evil. Right versus wrong. Did any of it even exist?

That was one thing he envied in Potter, his sense of conviction. Potter at least knew what he was doing, and he knew why he was doing it. Draco still didn't have a fucking clue. Not that he was jealous of Potter or anything as absurd as that.

Speaking of Potter…

As Draco rounded a corner the two boys collided with one another, Harry instinctively grabbing Malfoy's arm in an attempt to prevent himself from falling. Draco of course would have none of that and shook Harry off immediately.

"What are you doing here Malfoy?" Harry asked suspiciously.

Draco flashed a superior grin. "I'm sleepwalking."

Harry raised one eyebrow sceptically.

"What about you Potty, couldn't sleep?"

However, instead of responding, Harry's eyes darted down the hallway.

"What's the matter, did you have a bad dream?" Draco taunted.

"Shut up Malfoy. Listen."

Surprised, Draco closed his mouth and listened. The two boys stood in silence for a moment, Draco straining to hear what Harry was hearing, when suddenly Harry stiffened.

"Filch. Shit!" He whispered urgently, scanning the passage for a hideout.

Harry and Draco both bolted for the nearest escape, an unassuming storage closet just a few feet away.

"Get the hell out Potter, this is my hiding spot and there's no room for you!" Malfoy whispered fiercely as Harry slammed the door behind them.

"I saw it first Malfoy, it's my hiding spot."

They both froze, however, as they heard Filch in the hall they had previously been standing in.

"If he catches us I'm telling him you were kidnapping me." Malfoy muttered, suddenly uncomfortably aware of how close Potter was standing. The closet was obviously not meant to hold two people, or even one for that matter. He shifted in an attempt to increase the space between them, however he only succeeded in getting his foot stuck in what he assumed was a bucket.

Harry snorted. "Right, like anyone would want to abduct you. They'd be begging for mercy after half an hour spent in your company."

Malfoy looked relatively insulted. "I'll have you know that I am very abductable Potter. What with my wealth, charm, good looks and-"

"Spare me Malfoy." Harry too was becoming increasingly uncomfortable with their situation. "Would you bloody well stop moving?! You're stepping on my foot!"

Malfoy grinned and ground his heel into Harry's toes. "Oh, is this your foot?" he asked innocently.

Harry hissed in pain. "Yes, you wanker, it is. Now get off it!"

Malfoy shifted again and scowled. This was just how he was hoping the day would end, being stuck in a closet with the person he detested most in the world. Not.

"Do you think he's gone?" Malfoy asked after awhile.

"I don't know, probably." Harry answered moodily.

Malfoy took a step towards the closet door, hoping to be able to peek out and get a glimpse of the hallway. Unfortunately, he didn't quite make it that far, the bucket somewhat hindering his ability to move freely. Instead he lost his balance, crashing into Harry and sending them both sprawling into one corner of the closet.

"I hate you I hate you I hate you." Harry muttered under his breath, attempting to disentangle their limbs. Malfoy's scowl, if possible, grew more pronounced.

"Fuck it Potter, why're you so damn clumsy?" Draco complained as he somewhat frantically endeavoured to pull himself up again.

"Me?! That was all you Malfoy, believe me."

Malfoy pushed Harry roughly. "Get off me now Potter or I'll-"

For the second time that night though, Harry shushed the Slytherin, this time covering Draco's mouth with his hand as the two boys distinctly heard Filch's footsteps in the corridor outside.

Draco again tried to shove Harry off him, but Harry gripped him tightly. "One more move Malfoy and we've both got detention for the rest of the year." Harry warned quietly.

Draco was really starting to not like this, especially the part where Harry's hand was on his mouth. Also the part where Harry was physically on top of him, practically straddling him at this point. The Gryffindor's rasping breath tickled his neck, and it was all of a sudden really hot in the stupid closet.

Harry's eyes were beginning to adjust to the dark now, and he found himself staring right at the blond boy, who didn't appear to be altogether pleased with their situation. Harry wasn't enjoying it himself. He paused in his thoughts as something caught his eye. Funny the things you overlook about a person. Malfoy had a scar on his forehead as well, not anywhere near as obvious and not in the shape of a lightning bolt, but it was there. Harry wondered vaguely how he got it. Weird.

Draco tried not to squirm under Harry's gaze, but to be honest it was rather unnerving. Fuck, who turned up the heat? he thought to himself as his face flushed. His heart was pounding now and he was sure that Harry could hear it. The close contact was making him crazy. Was Filch ever going to leave?!

Harry looked away when he realized he was staring, and tried to avoid looking directly at the boy underneath him, who was wriggling in, well, a really not good way. Harry's eyes widened suddenly. No, this was really not good. Not good not good not good.

"Stop moving." Harry whispered desperately. Draco ignored him. "I mean it Malfoy, stop moving!"

Draco grunted. "I think he's gone Potter, so can we get the hell out of here now please?" He said roughly, resuming his attempts to get up.

"No, we can't. Just wait another minute!"

But Malfoy had already felt it, and he stopped struggling under Harry immediately.

"Potter," he said slowly, "Please, gods, please tell me that's your wand."

Harry gulped. Although it would not have previously seemed possible, the small closet grew even hotter and the air even more filled with tension.

The seconds ticked by as both the boys refused to speak or move. In truth, neither knew what to do now. Harry was dying of embarrassment, just praying that someone would do or say something. And soon. All Draco could think of however was it, digging into his hip. He closed his eyes and tried to calm down. Which was made even more difficult when he realized that air was no longer filling his lungs.

"Fuck, I can't breathe Potter!" Malfoy gasped.

"Me neither." Harry said, relieved that at least the never-ending silence had ended.

Malfoy grimaced. "No, I mean it, I can't breathe!" he rasped, grabbing his throat.

"Oh! Sorry!" Harry scrambled off him. Malfoy got up slowly, coughing a little bit.

"We…" he started, fumbling for the words and pointing somewhat foolishly at both of them and then at the ground they'd just been sitting on. "This…"

"I…" Harry tried.

This was certainly not what Draco had been expecting when he decided to go for a walk that night. And now…now Potter was standing in front of him looking so scared and vulnerable and, and gods all Draco wanted to do was touch him again. He'd never felt this kind of energy before. It filled the small space between them, crackling and just begging to be crossed. Malfoy didn't know exactly what he was doing as he stepped towards Harry again, this time with no bucket hindering his movements.

"What're you doing?" Harry struggled to form the words. He stepped away from Malfoy and his back hit the other wall of the closet.

Harry's innocent confusion only fuelled Malfoy on as he invaded Harry's space again. "This." He ground his hips into Harry's, who moaned involuntarily at the sudden contact. Harry looked up at Draco, just an inch taller than him, and was surprised to find his own desire mirrored in the other boy's eyes.

"Malfoy I-"

"Shut up Potter." Draco growled, before claiming Harry's lips roughly. It was a moment before Harry reacted, he was in shock. He tried in vain to push Malfoy off him, succeeding only in getting his arms pinned to the wall. Draco took Harry's bottom lip into his mouth, sucking and nibbling until finally Harry parted his lips in the most delicious moan Draco had ever heard. He grinned into Harry's mouth, despite what a turn-on it had been when Harry was fighting back, Malfoy preferred this considerably. He took the opportunity to delve into uncharted territory. Suddenly, as their tongues met, wrestling for dominance in the most pleasurable of their fights so far, it all made sense. Finally, Draco felt satisfied.

Harry drew back from the kiss, prepared to smack Malfoy and get the hell out of there. However, at some point Malfoy had moved his hands into Harry's hair, and pulling Harry's head roughly to the side, attacked his neck. Harry gasped at the sensation, trying desperately to regain some sense of himself, but he'd already lost the battle. He whimpered, his breath catching in his throat as Malfoy drew Harry's skin into his mouth.

Draco gained reassurance from this, feeding off Harry's reactions. He ran his hands under Harry's shirt and up his chest, sending hot waves sweeping into Harry's belly. When Draco pinched a nipple, Harry's breath went ragged with desire and he felt his knees begin to buckle, despite the continuous inner turmoil still raging in his brain. Harry's mind was not having any of this, it was just too wrong, not to mention sick, not to mention that Harry wasn't gay, so-

"Get off." Harry breathed, although not entirely meaning it. Draco chose to ignore him.

"Get off!" Harry repeated more urgently. Draco just smirked.

"Soon." He promised, moving his hand down between the two of them and rubbing Harry's fairly obvious erection through his trousers.

Harry shivered at Draco's double meaning, but his mind remained firm. This was going to stop. Now.

"I said get off!" Harry said again, grabbing Draco's wandering hand and shoving it away from him.

Malfoy let go of Harry and stepped back, obviously pissed off now. "Hell Potter, it was your idea. Don't act like you weren't a willing participant."

"But I wasn't! Willing that is! You were bloody well forcing yourself on me!" Harry sputtered.

"Oh sure." Draco replied sarcastically. "Because that's how I get my kicks. Locking myself in closets with arch enemies and then raping them. Gee, my favourite activity! Great way to spend a Friday night! Right up there with suicide and death by skrewt stings!" His voice was rising in volume and hysteria with every syllable.

"SHHHHHHHH!" Harry said insistently. "Filch could still be around!"

"Isn't that what you want?! Shouldn't you be screaming for help right about now?!" Draco yelled at him.

Harry was starting to become a little bit frightened.

"No? Okay, I'll do it for you. Filch!" he screamed, "Potter and I are in the storage closet and I'm attempting to have my wicked way with him, so you'd better come rescue him before I pounce again!"

Both were shaking now, Draco from anger, Harry from fear. Harry held his breath, fully expecting Filch to burst through the closet door any second to condemn them to an eternity of mopping floors and polishing trophies. He exhaled a few moments later when it became clear that Malfoy's outburst hadn't been heard. He shoved the Slytherin into the wall.

"You idiotic prat! Do you want your grandchildren to be serving detention 50 years from now?" He said venomously.

They both stood on opposite sides of the closet breathing heavily, and trying to put as much space between them as possible, which wasn't a lot.

Harry was the first to speak this time. "This is just…bad."

Draco smiled wryly. "I thought it was kinda good actually."

Harry shot daggers at him with his eyes.

"We are never going to talk about this again." Harry said firmly. "This did not happen."

"Really? So you didn't enjoy it the teensiest little bit?" Malfoy asked mockingly.

Harry glared. "No, I didn't."

Malfoy smirked. "Oh, okay then." He brushed himself off, opened the door, and just before walking out, turned to Harry and said in an amused tone, "You're still hard by the way."

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