Kissing The Enemy
By SilentShadow007
Disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter series or any of it's characters, etc. I make no money from fanfiction.
Author's Note: Well, here it is, chapter 7. I didn't really feel like doing it, considering I'm not really into shipping anymore, but I forced myself. I vowed never to leave any of my fanfics unfinished, and I plan to stick to that. Thanks for all the reviews! Nonetheless, this fanfic will soon be reaching it's end. Any suggestions? Please review! I'm trying to hit the 100 review mark! ^_^
Babybat0127: Sorry, no whoopie in this fic. I don't write it.
mojo-jojo241: Sure, just give me the address to your website. ^_^
In this chapter: just about fed up friends, Hyperventalating!Draco, CalmAndLevelHeaded!Harry, and thoughts unspoken.
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Chapter 7
Harry walked into the Great Hall the next morning looking like he had found 100 galleons in his underwear drawer. That was to be expected, though. Anyone would be bouncing on the balls of their feet if they had spent nearly two and a half hours the previous night attached to Draco Malfoy's lips.
"Well, you're certainly looking cheerful this morning. Sleep well?" Hermione asked as Harry sat beside her and Ron.
"Yeah, once I got back." Harry replied automatically, biting into his eggs. He stole a glance at Draco, and they shared a satisfied look before turning away.
"Back from where? I didn't see you at all after Quidditch practice." Ron turned to him, expantant.
'Shit.' Harry swore under his breath. 'Real subtle there, Potter. You're about as subtle as a brick through a window.'
He was saved from having to work his way out of that sticky situation by the swishing of many feathers from above. A brown school owl swooped down in front of him, almost stepping into his oatmeal. Harry untied the envelope from the owl, and the persistent thing refused to go away until Harry surrendered a strip of bacon to it.
'Annoying little pests.' Harry thought as he opened the envelope. His breath caught in his throat, and he let out a shocked gasp before hurriedly thrusting the contents of the envelope hastily back into the folds of paper.
"Harry, are you ok?" Ron asked, looking up from his latter from Charlie, as he caught Harry hurriedly shoving the mysterious letter into his robes.
"Um, yeah, yeah. Fine. J-just fine. Nervous about the match today, is all." Harry said qickly, little beads of nervous sweat mysteriously appearing on his temple. He chanced a quick look at Draco, who was also looking as if he had just found out he was getting transfered to Hufflepuff; completely horrified.
"Are you sure? You look a little flustered." Hermione said, fixing him with concerned eyes.
"I'm fine. I'm just going to go and get something from the common room that I, um, forgot. Don't worry, I'll be right back.' Harry got up and moved out of the Great Hall, but not before sharing a significant look at Draco, who soon followed.
Ron made to go after them, but Hermione held onto his arm in a death grip. He looked at her annoyed, but she just shook her head no. Ron, knowing defeat when it was holding onto his arm, sighed in frustration and sat back down. How long were they going to have to play the oblivious, yet understanding friends?
As if reading his thoughts, Hermione stroked his arm gently. "We'll talk to him after the Quiditch match, I promise."
Ron only grunted in reply.
Meanwhile, in a far off dark corrider, Draco and Harry were struggling to remain calm. It wasn't working for Draco.
"Oh Merlin's balls, this is it! We're done for! The kneazle's out of the bag! The Quidditch game is over!" Draco was practically hyperventalating as he held up the incriminating picture they had both recieved a copy of. It was a magic snapshot of the two of them snogging like there was no tommorow, taken last night in the locker rooms.
"Calm down, Draco." Harry said, managing to keep his wits about him. As Draco babbled incoherently in the backround, Harry scanned over the letter they had both recieved. It was short, but it said the only thing they needed to hear.
'Meet me in the locker rooms after the Quidditch match if you want to keep your secret safe. Perhaps we can work something out.'
It was unsigned.
"Draco, Draco, calm down." Harry said firmly, grabbing the blond Slytherin by the shoulders and keeping a firm grip.
"We'll just give this guy-"
"Or girl." Draco interrupted. "I bet it's that Pansy. Merlin, can't she take a hint? Why won't she just back off and leave me alone? Or dig a hole and fall into it?'
Harry ignored him and continued. "-what he wants, get all the pictures, and no one will have to know. There's nothing to worry about."
Draco nodded, regaining his composure. "Yeah, nothing to worry about."
He smirked as Harry let go. "Oh, look at you, taking charge. You're so sexy when you're being all calm and level-headed."
His smirk widened as Harry blushed. "Oh, shut up, Draco." Harry said while looking at the ground, shy smile on his face.
"Or what?" Draco challenged, stepping closer to Harry. He captured Harry's chin with his hand, tilting his face upwards to meet his eyes.
"The big bad Gryffindor is going hex the ickle Slytherin?" he teased quietly, their faces moving closer every second.
"Draco, no, we can't do this here. We have-we have a Quidditch match to play soon." Harry breathed out after Draco gave him sweet kiss on the lips.
"So what?" Draco said, moving down to nuzzle Harry's neck.
"Draco, they might...hmmm...they might come looking for us." Harry managed to get out.
The Slytherin moved away, and Harry whimpered, much to Draco's immense pleasure. He just loved to torment Harry.
"You're right. What *was* I thinking?" he said sarcastically, smirk growing wider at the cute little pout on Harry's flushed face.
"I'll see you after the Quidditch match, ok? We can, um, er, finish this then, ok?" Harry said eagerly, blushing.
"Sure, Harry, anything for you." Draco moved closer to Harry, backing him against the wall with no place to run. Not that Harry had the will to.
Draco grabbed Harry's head with his hands and gave Harry the most punishing and passionate kiss he had ever recieved. They pulled away, breathless.
"Good luck at the match, Potter." Draco said, still smirking that damn smirk of his. Harry only nodded, and Draco headed back to the Great Hall, a little extra pep in his step, Harry noticed with delight.
Still, they both had a lingering question pushed to the back of their minds. "Why doesn't he want anyone to know about us?"
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In The Next Chapter: They find out who the culprit is, some fighting, some talking, and a little walking. Well, maybe not the last one, but it kind of fit.
Author's Note: It's short, I know, sorry, but like I said, I don't really want to write it anymore. Does it show? Don't worry, I will finish this, though. I'll try to muster up the enthusiasm.
By SilentShadow007
Disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter series or any of it's characters, etc. I make no money from fanfiction.
Author's Note: Well, here it is, chapter 7. I didn't really feel like doing it, considering I'm not really into shipping anymore, but I forced myself. I vowed never to leave any of my fanfics unfinished, and I plan to stick to that. Thanks for all the reviews! Nonetheless, this fanfic will soon be reaching it's end. Any suggestions? Please review! I'm trying to hit the 100 review mark! ^_^
Babybat0127: Sorry, no whoopie in this fic. I don't write it.
mojo-jojo241: Sure, just give me the address to your website. ^_^
In this chapter: just about fed up friends, Hyperventalating!Draco, CalmAndLevelHeaded!Harry, and thoughts unspoken.
***
Chapter 7
Harry walked into the Great Hall the next morning looking like he had found 100 galleons in his underwear drawer. That was to be expected, though. Anyone would be bouncing on the balls of their feet if they had spent nearly two and a half hours the previous night attached to Draco Malfoy's lips.
"Well, you're certainly looking cheerful this morning. Sleep well?" Hermione asked as Harry sat beside her and Ron.
"Yeah, once I got back." Harry replied automatically, biting into his eggs. He stole a glance at Draco, and they shared a satisfied look before turning away.
"Back from where? I didn't see you at all after Quidditch practice." Ron turned to him, expantant.
'Shit.' Harry swore under his breath. 'Real subtle there, Potter. You're about as subtle as a brick through a window.'
He was saved from having to work his way out of that sticky situation by the swishing of many feathers from above. A brown school owl swooped down in front of him, almost stepping into his oatmeal. Harry untied the envelope from the owl, and the persistent thing refused to go away until Harry surrendered a strip of bacon to it.
'Annoying little pests.' Harry thought as he opened the envelope. His breath caught in his throat, and he let out a shocked gasp before hurriedly thrusting the contents of the envelope hastily back into the folds of paper.
"Harry, are you ok?" Ron asked, looking up from his latter from Charlie, as he caught Harry hurriedly shoving the mysterious letter into his robes.
"Um, yeah, yeah. Fine. J-just fine. Nervous about the match today, is all." Harry said qickly, little beads of nervous sweat mysteriously appearing on his temple. He chanced a quick look at Draco, who was also looking as if he had just found out he was getting transfered to Hufflepuff; completely horrified.
"Are you sure? You look a little flustered." Hermione said, fixing him with concerned eyes.
"I'm fine. I'm just going to go and get something from the common room that I, um, forgot. Don't worry, I'll be right back.' Harry got up and moved out of the Great Hall, but not before sharing a significant look at Draco, who soon followed.
Ron made to go after them, but Hermione held onto his arm in a death grip. He looked at her annoyed, but she just shook her head no. Ron, knowing defeat when it was holding onto his arm, sighed in frustration and sat back down. How long were they going to have to play the oblivious, yet understanding friends?
As if reading his thoughts, Hermione stroked his arm gently. "We'll talk to him after the Quiditch match, I promise."
Ron only grunted in reply.
Meanwhile, in a far off dark corrider, Draco and Harry were struggling to remain calm. It wasn't working for Draco.
"Oh Merlin's balls, this is it! We're done for! The kneazle's out of the bag! The Quidditch game is over!" Draco was practically hyperventalating as he held up the incriminating picture they had both recieved a copy of. It was a magic snapshot of the two of them snogging like there was no tommorow, taken last night in the locker rooms.
"Calm down, Draco." Harry said, managing to keep his wits about him. As Draco babbled incoherently in the backround, Harry scanned over the letter they had both recieved. It was short, but it said the only thing they needed to hear.
'Meet me in the locker rooms after the Quidditch match if you want to keep your secret safe. Perhaps we can work something out.'
It was unsigned.
"Draco, Draco, calm down." Harry said firmly, grabbing the blond Slytherin by the shoulders and keeping a firm grip.
"We'll just give this guy-"
"Or girl." Draco interrupted. "I bet it's that Pansy. Merlin, can't she take a hint? Why won't she just back off and leave me alone? Or dig a hole and fall into it?'
Harry ignored him and continued. "-what he wants, get all the pictures, and no one will have to know. There's nothing to worry about."
Draco nodded, regaining his composure. "Yeah, nothing to worry about."
He smirked as Harry let go. "Oh, look at you, taking charge. You're so sexy when you're being all calm and level-headed."
His smirk widened as Harry blushed. "Oh, shut up, Draco." Harry said while looking at the ground, shy smile on his face.
"Or what?" Draco challenged, stepping closer to Harry. He captured Harry's chin with his hand, tilting his face upwards to meet his eyes.
"The big bad Gryffindor is going hex the ickle Slytherin?" he teased quietly, their faces moving closer every second.
"Draco, no, we can't do this here. We have-we have a Quidditch match to play soon." Harry breathed out after Draco gave him sweet kiss on the lips.
"So what?" Draco said, moving down to nuzzle Harry's neck.
"Draco, they might...hmmm...they might come looking for us." Harry managed to get out.
The Slytherin moved away, and Harry whimpered, much to Draco's immense pleasure. He just loved to torment Harry.
"You're right. What *was* I thinking?" he said sarcastically, smirk growing wider at the cute little pout on Harry's flushed face.
"I'll see you after the Quidditch match, ok? We can, um, er, finish this then, ok?" Harry said eagerly, blushing.
"Sure, Harry, anything for you." Draco moved closer to Harry, backing him against the wall with no place to run. Not that Harry had the will to.
Draco grabbed Harry's head with his hands and gave Harry the most punishing and passionate kiss he had ever recieved. They pulled away, breathless.
"Good luck at the match, Potter." Draco said, still smirking that damn smirk of his. Harry only nodded, and Draco headed back to the Great Hall, a little extra pep in his step, Harry noticed with delight.
Still, they both had a lingering question pushed to the back of their minds. "Why doesn't he want anyone to know about us?"
***
In The Next Chapter: They find out who the culprit is, some fighting, some talking, and a little walking. Well, maybe not the last one, but it kind of fit.
Author's Note: It's short, I know, sorry, but like I said, I don't really want to write it anymore. Does it show? Don't worry, I will finish this, though. I'll try to muster up the enthusiasm.