Kissing The Enemy
By SilentShadow007
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series or any of it's characters, J.K. Rowling does. I make no profit from fanfiction, ask anybody. Go ahead. Ask.
Author's Note: Finally! Here it is! Chapter 5! Thanks for all of the reviews, they make me happy. ^_^ I wrote this at around 4 in the morning, thanks to my inability to get back to sleep after waking up in the middle of the night. Go ahead, thank inability for this chapter. And also my School Of Rock soundtrack. They're waiting. ^_^
Warning: This chapter contains a bit of fluff, and a lot of use of the nick name "green-eyed angel". I know, so much fluff and corniness, eww.
Warning: This chapter contains a crap load of sap. Beward, sap-haters.
In This Chapter: Nightmares, suspicious best friends, a dash of angst, hugging, and all that crappy romantic jazz. Upset Harry, and we see a new side to our favorite Slytherin, a rather cute loving Draco. Awwww. Anyway, just a lot of mush.
Response to some reviews:
To Yana5:
You'll find out soon enough. MWAHAHAHA!! Just not in this chapter. ^_^
To Alyanah:
I had the exact same idea. Great minds think alike! ^_^ I know what you mean, if my mum read this...*shudders*
To Mark Lowland:
I tried to e-mail a response, but your addy did not work. Anyway, you call the first chapter porn? Believe you me, there is much worse stuff out there. You mentioned that you would like this better if it were Harry and Hermione. Yeah, I'll get right on that. ~_~;;
To Duo7109 :
Exact same idea that me and my friend had! It seems we're all on the same page here. ^_^
On with the fic!
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Chapter 5
Harry walked into the Great Hall for breakfast the next morning, still very upset about the nightmare he had just woken up from. It was the recurring one about Sirius. He didn't know what he'd do if he had to re-live his god father's death again. The real time it had happened was bad enough.
"You ok, Harry?" Hermione asked him as he sat down at the Gryffindor house table, his appearance more disheveled than usual.
"I'm fine. Or atleast, I will be once I eat something. This looks good." Harry grinned half heartedly and started eating his breakfast,trying in vain to change the subject to food.
"Are you sure, Harry?" Ron lowered his voice so only the trio could hear him. "I heard you muttering and whimpering in your sleep last night. Are you sure everything's fine?" Ron and Hermione fixed him with worried eyes.
"Don't worry, guys. Just a little nightmare. I can't even remember what it was about." Harry lied, wishing that he wasn't. He'd do almost anything not to have to remember or re-live the immense pain he had to feel every time Sirius died in his dreams. "Really, I'm fine." Harry tried to ease their troubled hearts by continuing to "cheerfully" eat his breakfast. Hermione and Ron still looked uneasy, but they nodded and smiled anyway.
"Ok, Harry. But, if you need to talk, we're here for you, you know that, right mate?" asked Ron. Hermione nodded in agreement. "Yeah, Harry. If something's bothering you, we wanna know about it, ok? We just want to help."
Harry nodded, although he was quite sick of people fussing over him all the time, constantly walking on egg shells as if he was so fragile that he'd crack if you so much as looked at him the wrong way.
"I know. Thanks." They smiled at him, then went back to their breakfast as Ron decided to change the subject.
"So, Harry, excited about the Quiddtich match? First one of the season. The first one since that bitch Umbridge-"('Ron!' went Hermione at this point at her sometimes dirty-mouthed boyfriend, but not with as much vigor as usual. She wasn't exactly fond of Umbridge herself)" banned you last year. Gryffindor vs. Slytherin. Ready to kick some slimey Slytherin butt, Harry?" Harry smiled forcefully, Quidditch being the last thing on his mind right now. Ron only smiled and continued, a mishevious glint in his eye. "I can't wait for you to get back at Malfoy for tryng to dock house points from us last year."
At the mention of Draco's surname, Harry blushed slightly, his change in color not going unnoticed by Ron and Hermione. The ginger haired boy was positively itching to say something about the kiss, but his girlfriend and her women's intuition warned him not to. 'Harry will talk to us about it when he's ready,' she had said,'don't push him.'
Hermione shot Ron a significant look, telling him without words to change the subject away from Draco Malfoy, which he then did. Too bad Harry wasn't really listening. He had more important things on his mind, for instance, when was Draco gonna stop staring at him like that?
Harry looked up again to see Draco still gazing intently at him with a look on his face that wasn't hatred, not even lust, but, Merlin, was that genuine concern for another human being besides himself?? And was that 'genuine concern' directed at Harry Potter of all people??
Ron and Hermione noticed the two seekers locked eyes and shot Harry inquiring glances, all of which were ignored. Finally, Harry blushing like mad again, looked away and continued his breakfast and said nothing. His two best friends decided wisely not to pry.
Still, they couldn't help but feel a little confused. I mean, Draco Malfoy, head bastard of Slytherin house was shooting looks not of deep-seeded and exteme hate and utmost loathing, but of genuine concern, to the point of almost looking worried, at The Boy Who Lived, Harry Potter! Draco Malfoy concerned about Harry Potter, the boy who landed his father in Azkaban! The boy he supposedly couldn't stand! Harry Potter! Harry bloody Potter! To be quite frank, Ron and Hermione were a bit frightened.
"Um, you guys, I'm gonna head off early. Go for a little walk around the castle. You know, to clear my head. See you in Herbology." Without giving them a chance to offer to accompany him, he walked out of the Great Hall. No more than two minutes later, Draco Malfoy followed suit, still looking "worried", to Ron and Hemrione's utter curiosity. They let it be, thought, and continued to eat their breakfast. Whatever was going on, they were sure Harry could handle himself.
Meanwhile, Harry was walking down an empty corridor (are there no other people in this school??) and into a dark, empty, abandoned classroom, the one he usually occupied when he need to think. Luna's words about the voices beyond the veil echoed in his mixed up head, as a Slytherin prefect quickly and quietly slipped in unnoticed.
Draco silently walked towards Harry, who was standing near the window looking out at the Quidditch pitch below them. He reached his hand out and touched the other man's shoulder lightly. Harry jumped slightly and turned around to face whoever was stalking him. When he saw Draco, he relaxed a bit, but the blonde haired Slytherin had the exact opposite reaction.
What Draco saw made his stomach flip over, and added to his secret worried panic. Harry's eyes were red and watery, full of tears he would not allow himself to shed. He looked positively awful, like he hadn't gotten anywhere near enough sleep. Draco felt none of the glee he would've felt years ago if he saw Harry Potter sad. No, this time the only thing he felt was concern, and desperate eagerness to fix whatever was making his green-eyed angel this unhappy, which is kind of weird, considering he usually was the one wanting to inflict the pain, not get rid of it. I suppose there's a first time for everything, after all, miracles do happen.
"Harry?" He spoke softly, stroking the other man's cheek lovingly. He felt a pang and something pull roughly at his heart strings when he felt a warm tear touch his finger. His angel was crying.
Not knowing what had come over him (he surely wasn't the hugging type), he pulled Harry into a tight embrace. As he felt his robes dampen at his angel's silent tears, he wanted nothing more than to do whatever was neccessary to stop Harry's pain, and the resulting one in his heart.
Draco tenderly lead Harry over to a nearby navy blue couch (don't ask me how *that* got there) and they both sat down, Draco lovingly stroking Harry's back as they did so.
"What's wrong, Harry?" Draco asked quietly. Harry sniffed, his body still shaking from nearly inaudible sobs. Seeing Harry like this made Draco want to go rip out the heart of whoever dared to cause his sweet, innocent, beautiful angel this much pain. At the very least, he wanted to take Harry's hurt and feel it for him, as long as it meant his Golden Boy could be happy. Draco didn't have time to ponder just when he had started caring (towards Harry, of all people), when he heard his green-eyed angel start to say something.
"It-it's nothing. Just a-a little nightmare. No big d-deal." Harry managed to get out, pulling away from Draco's warm embrace and immidiately missing the warmth and comfort of the Slytherin prefect's strong arms around him.
Harry wiped his face, embarrassed at falling apart in front of his vision of beauty. and tried to collect himself. He looked away, towards a spot on the wall, anything, to ignore Draco's intense gray eyes fixed on him. The Slytherin seeker reached over and held Harry's head in his hands, forcing the Golden Boy to look him in the eye.
"Harry Potter, don't you lie to me. Do you really think I'm daft or something? I know something's the matter, and I'm not leaving here until you tell me what it is." he said firmly. Harry went on the defensive.
"What do you care? You never used to." he spat, instantly wishing that he could grab the word out of the air and shove them back into his trembling mouth, never to be said again. Draco felt a little hurt at his words, not that he'd let that show, and let go of Harry's head, turning away from him to hide the look of hurt on his face.
"You know I do, Harry." he whispered to the air in front of him, not wanting to meet peircing green eyes. Harry's face softened considerably, and he scooted over closer to Draco, hugging him tightly from behind. He stiffened, but eventually relaxed as he felt Harry's breath on his back.
"I know you do. I'm sorry." he said into Draco's lean back, closing his eyes and tightening his hold lovingly, asking wordlessly for his forgiveness.
Draco said nothing, only turned around and held Harry, inhaling the scent of his hair deeply. Like new brooms in autumn he smells.
"It's ok. I understand. You gonna tell me what's wrong?" he asked quietly. Harry remained silent and screwed his eyes shut as he hugged Draco tighter. In return, the Slytherin prefect kissed the top of his messy head softly, not knowing that that one act of love and affection made Harry feel so much better. He had never seen this side to Draco before, never even knew it was there, but know that he was experiencing it, he rather liked it.
"Is it Sirius?" Draco asked, voice soft and quiet with caution.
At the sound of his seemingly deceased god father's name he stiffened slightly, then relaxed again when Draco once again kissed his messy black hair. He didn't know what it was about Draco and his kisses, but they always seemed to put him at ease.
"How did you know?" he asked quietly. Draco smiled slightly against Harry's hair, sending a shiver down the Gryffindor's spine.
"I'm a Malfoy. I know everything." Harry couldn't bring himself to smile. Draco continued. "My mother told me everything. Last summer."
Harry nodded slightly. "I had another nightmare last night. About it happening again..." he said simply, the painful memories making it too hard to go on. He hugged Draco tighter, as if his very life depended on the two of them being as close as physically possible.
Draco returned it full force, knowing that his green-eyed angel needed him right now, and refusing to let him down. He hugged Harry like The Boy Who Lived had so desperately needed to be hugged. He'd be damn if he let him suffer alone. Not while he was still around to feel some of the hurt for him.
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Next Chapter: Um, I have no idea. Maybe some controversy? Snogging? Quidditch? I don't know. We'll see.
Author's Note: I hope that was decently long. I tried. I'll try to update sooner than usual. Sorry for the wait, and I hope you still liked this chapter, despite the shameless mush and fluff. Seriously, the sap is shameful. *hangs head in shame and disgrace* Please review, it makes me write faster! ^_^
-SilentShadow007 aka VenomTongue
By SilentShadow007
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series or any of it's characters, J.K. Rowling does. I make no profit from fanfiction, ask anybody. Go ahead. Ask.
Author's Note: Finally! Here it is! Chapter 5! Thanks for all of the reviews, they make me happy. ^_^ I wrote this at around 4 in the morning, thanks to my inability to get back to sleep after waking up in the middle of the night. Go ahead, thank inability for this chapter. And also my School Of Rock soundtrack. They're waiting. ^_^
Warning: This chapter contains a bit of fluff, and a lot of use of the nick name "green-eyed angel". I know, so much fluff and corniness, eww.
Warning: This chapter contains a crap load of sap. Beward, sap-haters.
In This Chapter: Nightmares, suspicious best friends, a dash of angst, hugging, and all that crappy romantic jazz. Upset Harry, and we see a new side to our favorite Slytherin, a rather cute loving Draco. Awwww. Anyway, just a lot of mush.
Response to some reviews:
To Yana5:
You'll find out soon enough. MWAHAHAHA!! Just not in this chapter. ^_^
To Alyanah:
I had the exact same idea. Great minds think alike! ^_^ I know what you mean, if my mum read this...*shudders*
To Mark Lowland:
I tried to e-mail a response, but your addy did not work. Anyway, you call the first chapter porn? Believe you me, there is much worse stuff out there. You mentioned that you would like this better if it were Harry and Hermione. Yeah, I'll get right on that. ~_~;;
To Duo7109 :
Exact same idea that me and my friend had! It seems we're all on the same page here. ^_^
On with the fic!
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Chapter 5
Harry walked into the Great Hall for breakfast the next morning, still very upset about the nightmare he had just woken up from. It was the recurring one about Sirius. He didn't know what he'd do if he had to re-live his god father's death again. The real time it had happened was bad enough.
"You ok, Harry?" Hermione asked him as he sat down at the Gryffindor house table, his appearance more disheveled than usual.
"I'm fine. Or atleast, I will be once I eat something. This looks good." Harry grinned half heartedly and started eating his breakfast,trying in vain to change the subject to food.
"Are you sure, Harry?" Ron lowered his voice so only the trio could hear him. "I heard you muttering and whimpering in your sleep last night. Are you sure everything's fine?" Ron and Hermione fixed him with worried eyes.
"Don't worry, guys. Just a little nightmare. I can't even remember what it was about." Harry lied, wishing that he wasn't. He'd do almost anything not to have to remember or re-live the immense pain he had to feel every time Sirius died in his dreams. "Really, I'm fine." Harry tried to ease their troubled hearts by continuing to "cheerfully" eat his breakfast. Hermione and Ron still looked uneasy, but they nodded and smiled anyway.
"Ok, Harry. But, if you need to talk, we're here for you, you know that, right mate?" asked Ron. Hermione nodded in agreement. "Yeah, Harry. If something's bothering you, we wanna know about it, ok? We just want to help."
Harry nodded, although he was quite sick of people fussing over him all the time, constantly walking on egg shells as if he was so fragile that he'd crack if you so much as looked at him the wrong way.
"I know. Thanks." They smiled at him, then went back to their breakfast as Ron decided to change the subject.
"So, Harry, excited about the Quiddtich match? First one of the season. The first one since that bitch Umbridge-"('Ron!' went Hermione at this point at her sometimes dirty-mouthed boyfriend, but not with as much vigor as usual. She wasn't exactly fond of Umbridge herself)" banned you last year. Gryffindor vs. Slytherin. Ready to kick some slimey Slytherin butt, Harry?" Harry smiled forcefully, Quidditch being the last thing on his mind right now. Ron only smiled and continued, a mishevious glint in his eye. "I can't wait for you to get back at Malfoy for tryng to dock house points from us last year."
At the mention of Draco's surname, Harry blushed slightly, his change in color not going unnoticed by Ron and Hermione. The ginger haired boy was positively itching to say something about the kiss, but his girlfriend and her women's intuition warned him not to. 'Harry will talk to us about it when he's ready,' she had said,'don't push him.'
Hermione shot Ron a significant look, telling him without words to change the subject away from Draco Malfoy, which he then did. Too bad Harry wasn't really listening. He had more important things on his mind, for instance, when was Draco gonna stop staring at him like that?
Harry looked up again to see Draco still gazing intently at him with a look on his face that wasn't hatred, not even lust, but, Merlin, was that genuine concern for another human being besides himself?? And was that 'genuine concern' directed at Harry Potter of all people??
Ron and Hermione noticed the two seekers locked eyes and shot Harry inquiring glances, all of which were ignored. Finally, Harry blushing like mad again, looked away and continued his breakfast and said nothing. His two best friends decided wisely not to pry.
Still, they couldn't help but feel a little confused. I mean, Draco Malfoy, head bastard of Slytherin house was shooting looks not of deep-seeded and exteme hate and utmost loathing, but of genuine concern, to the point of almost looking worried, at The Boy Who Lived, Harry Potter! Draco Malfoy concerned about Harry Potter, the boy who landed his father in Azkaban! The boy he supposedly couldn't stand! Harry Potter! Harry bloody Potter! To be quite frank, Ron and Hermione were a bit frightened.
"Um, you guys, I'm gonna head off early. Go for a little walk around the castle. You know, to clear my head. See you in Herbology." Without giving them a chance to offer to accompany him, he walked out of the Great Hall. No more than two minutes later, Draco Malfoy followed suit, still looking "worried", to Ron and Hemrione's utter curiosity. They let it be, thought, and continued to eat their breakfast. Whatever was going on, they were sure Harry could handle himself.
Meanwhile, Harry was walking down an empty corridor (are there no other people in this school??) and into a dark, empty, abandoned classroom, the one he usually occupied when he need to think. Luna's words about the voices beyond the veil echoed in his mixed up head, as a Slytherin prefect quickly and quietly slipped in unnoticed.
Draco silently walked towards Harry, who was standing near the window looking out at the Quidditch pitch below them. He reached his hand out and touched the other man's shoulder lightly. Harry jumped slightly and turned around to face whoever was stalking him. When he saw Draco, he relaxed a bit, but the blonde haired Slytherin had the exact opposite reaction.
What Draco saw made his stomach flip over, and added to his secret worried panic. Harry's eyes were red and watery, full of tears he would not allow himself to shed. He looked positively awful, like he hadn't gotten anywhere near enough sleep. Draco felt none of the glee he would've felt years ago if he saw Harry Potter sad. No, this time the only thing he felt was concern, and desperate eagerness to fix whatever was making his green-eyed angel this unhappy, which is kind of weird, considering he usually was the one wanting to inflict the pain, not get rid of it. I suppose there's a first time for everything, after all, miracles do happen.
"Harry?" He spoke softly, stroking the other man's cheek lovingly. He felt a pang and something pull roughly at his heart strings when he felt a warm tear touch his finger. His angel was crying.
Not knowing what had come over him (he surely wasn't the hugging type), he pulled Harry into a tight embrace. As he felt his robes dampen at his angel's silent tears, he wanted nothing more than to do whatever was neccessary to stop Harry's pain, and the resulting one in his heart.
Draco tenderly lead Harry over to a nearby navy blue couch (don't ask me how *that* got there) and they both sat down, Draco lovingly stroking Harry's back as they did so.
"What's wrong, Harry?" Draco asked quietly. Harry sniffed, his body still shaking from nearly inaudible sobs. Seeing Harry like this made Draco want to go rip out the heart of whoever dared to cause his sweet, innocent, beautiful angel this much pain. At the very least, he wanted to take Harry's hurt and feel it for him, as long as it meant his Golden Boy could be happy. Draco didn't have time to ponder just when he had started caring (towards Harry, of all people), when he heard his green-eyed angel start to say something.
"It-it's nothing. Just a-a little nightmare. No big d-deal." Harry managed to get out, pulling away from Draco's warm embrace and immidiately missing the warmth and comfort of the Slytherin prefect's strong arms around him.
Harry wiped his face, embarrassed at falling apart in front of his vision of beauty. and tried to collect himself. He looked away, towards a spot on the wall, anything, to ignore Draco's intense gray eyes fixed on him. The Slytherin seeker reached over and held Harry's head in his hands, forcing the Golden Boy to look him in the eye.
"Harry Potter, don't you lie to me. Do you really think I'm daft or something? I know something's the matter, and I'm not leaving here until you tell me what it is." he said firmly. Harry went on the defensive.
"What do you care? You never used to." he spat, instantly wishing that he could grab the word out of the air and shove them back into his trembling mouth, never to be said again. Draco felt a little hurt at his words, not that he'd let that show, and let go of Harry's head, turning away from him to hide the look of hurt on his face.
"You know I do, Harry." he whispered to the air in front of him, not wanting to meet peircing green eyes. Harry's face softened considerably, and he scooted over closer to Draco, hugging him tightly from behind. He stiffened, but eventually relaxed as he felt Harry's breath on his back.
"I know you do. I'm sorry." he said into Draco's lean back, closing his eyes and tightening his hold lovingly, asking wordlessly for his forgiveness.
Draco said nothing, only turned around and held Harry, inhaling the scent of his hair deeply. Like new brooms in autumn he smells.
"It's ok. I understand. You gonna tell me what's wrong?" he asked quietly. Harry remained silent and screwed his eyes shut as he hugged Draco tighter. In return, the Slytherin prefect kissed the top of his messy head softly, not knowing that that one act of love and affection made Harry feel so much better. He had never seen this side to Draco before, never even knew it was there, but know that he was experiencing it, he rather liked it.
"Is it Sirius?" Draco asked, voice soft and quiet with caution.
At the sound of his seemingly deceased god father's name he stiffened slightly, then relaxed again when Draco once again kissed his messy black hair. He didn't know what it was about Draco and his kisses, but they always seemed to put him at ease.
"How did you know?" he asked quietly. Draco smiled slightly against Harry's hair, sending a shiver down the Gryffindor's spine.
"I'm a Malfoy. I know everything." Harry couldn't bring himself to smile. Draco continued. "My mother told me everything. Last summer."
Harry nodded slightly. "I had another nightmare last night. About it happening again..." he said simply, the painful memories making it too hard to go on. He hugged Draco tighter, as if his very life depended on the two of them being as close as physically possible.
Draco returned it full force, knowing that his green-eyed angel needed him right now, and refusing to let him down. He hugged Harry like The Boy Who Lived had so desperately needed to be hugged. He'd be damn if he let him suffer alone. Not while he was still around to feel some of the hurt for him.
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Next Chapter: Um, I have no idea. Maybe some controversy? Snogging? Quidditch? I don't know. We'll see.
Author's Note: I hope that was decently long. I tried. I'll try to update sooner than usual. Sorry for the wait, and I hope you still liked this chapter, despite the shameless mush and fluff. Seriously, the sap is shameful. *hangs head in shame and disgrace* Please review, it makes me write faster! ^_^
-SilentShadow007 aka VenomTongue