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 8. I told you I'd finish it. I made a vow, and I am a woman of my word. Thanks for all of the wonderful reviews! They make me happy!
Thanks to fishnetfairy, Yana5, Maria, Alyanah, Blader Aki, Jules, red-fire-engine, Digital Stars, Isis-mystic, and Avy Owl for reviewing the last chapter. You reviewers are one of the only reasons I am determined to finish this fic. You rock.
In this chapter: A bit of Quidditch. I don't think I write Quidditch very well. Also, you finally find out who the mystery pervert phtographer is! It's Professor McGonagall!
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Just kidding! In this chapter, horny!Draco, blushinglikeaschoolgirl!Harry, needsangermanagement!Draco, lustafter!Harry and 'Hermione? Ron? What are you doing here?!'
'Let's just get this over with,' Harry thought as he mounted his broomstick with th rest of the Quidditch players on the field. He just couldn't concentrate knowing that there was someone out there who knew his secret.
"And they're off!" came the announcer's voice as Harry flew through the air. He found a spot high up and began searching the skies for the snitch.
"All right there, Potter?" came a quiet voice from behind him, and he turned around to see Draco Malfoy smirking at him. He blushed. "You're looking a bit....flustered."
"Fine, thanks. And you?" Harry managed to get out.
"Oh, I'm doing quite nicely...." Harry watched as his eyes traveled up and down his body. "The view's quite nice up here."
Harry blushed slightly but didn't respond as he turned his broom back around. He had a feeling Draco wasn't talking about the view of the lake. He had to concentrate, and he couldn't do that with Draco Malfoy in his immediate vicinity and checking him out. He swiftly guided his broom to the other end of the pitch, and Malfoy, thinking he had seen the snitch, followed him.
"What are you doing, Malfoy?" he said, looking over to him.
"What does it look like, Potter? I'm playing Quidditch." Malfoy smirked at him.
"Quit following me," Harry said, his eyes scanning the pitch, trying his best to concentrate.
"Why? You didn't seem to mind when I followed you that day to the Quidditch showers," Malfoy said, and Harry nearly fell out of the sky. Infuriated, he could practically feel Malfoy's smirk directed at him. The nerve! The little bugger was trying to distract him!
"Watch yourself, Harry!" Ron yelled, and Harry barely missed dodging a bludger headed for his arm. Just as he righted himself, his eye caught a speck of gold, and he rushed toward it, Malfoy follwoing in his wake.
Harry ignored him and stretched his arm out as far as he could, Malfoy doing the same. After a quick struggle, Harry finally caught the snitch.
"GRYFFINDOR WINS!" came the announcers voice as Harry's feet touched the ground. Before he could sneak a peek at Draco the whole team was suffocating him in one giant hug.
'Yay, we won, now get off of me,' Harry thought quite meanly. He was in a foul mood and just wanted to meet up with Draco so that they could find out who the pervert phtographer was.
After much patting on the back and other congradulations Harry was finally alone in the locker rooms. He had told Ron that he would meet everyone in the common room later. Ron had nodded, but Harry had noticed a doubtful look on his face.
"Good game."
Harry started as he felt warm breath on his neck. He turned around to face Draco.
"Thanks. You too. See anyone yet?" he asked as Draco stepped closer to him.
"No, no, not yet," Draco said, starting to nuzzle his neck. Harry blushed. Funny how Draco had that effect on him.
"Draco, stop that. What if someone sees again?" he breathed out.
"Oh, who bloody well cares, Harry. The only person who would be coming 'round here is the 'mystery photographer' and he's already seen us once, so what's an encore?" Draco said against his neck.
"And besides, don't you think you owe me? You did just humiliate me again, and my whole house is gonna be pissed at me. I'm gonna need something- or someone- to keep my mind off things," he finished, now trailing soft kisses on Harry's neck. Harry regretfully pushed him away. His heart almost melted at the adorable pout on the Slytherin's face.
"Seriously, Draco, we can do this some other time, I promise," Harry said. Draco's frown deepened and he didn't look convinced.
Harry grabbed Draco's face in his hands, blushing all the while, and gave him such a passionate kiss it made the Slytherin seeker's knees buckle. That'd teach him to doubt The Boy Who Lived.
"Ahem."
A voice from behind them tore them apart, and they turned around to face their blackmailer.
"Colin? What are you doing here?" Harry asked as the unofficial school photographer walked forward to stand in front of them, and then it dawned on him. It was Colin!
"Colin-" Harry was cut off as Draco grabbed the mystery blackmailer by the front of his robes and slammed him against the locker doors. Hard. Harry winced as Colin groaned in pain.
"Look you little brat, hand over the photos right now and I might not hex you into oblivion," Draco hissed between his teeth. Harry had never seen Draco be so...so....so Slytherin. To be quite honest, it turned him on a bit. Blushing, Harry decided to intervene.
"Er, Draco, why don't you let him go? He's turning quite red and I don't think he can breath all too well, " Harry said. Draco cast him a questioning look, but he let Colin go all the same.
Colin coughed, letting sweet, sweet air enter his lungs. He flinched slightly as Draco drew his wand. He pointed it right at Colin, the tip nearly poking his pale neck.
"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't Avada Kedavra you right now," Draco said menacingly, and even Harry was getting bit scared, despite the fact that he knew the Slytherin was bluffing. Well, atleast he hoped he was blushing.
"Because-because I have the pictures, and I'm not afraid to use them, and if you kill me you'll get expelled and-" Colin was interrupted as Harry cut him off.
"What do you want for them?" he asked. Colin blushed.
"Oh, nothing really, just, um, well, I, um," Colin stammered, and Draco became annoyed.
"Out with it already!" he yelled, making the young Gyrffindor jump.
"I want Harry to kiss me!" he yelled out, and Harry and Draco's eyes both went wide. This seemed to make Colin a bit more confident and he continued on even more boldly than before, obviously getting a bit hot and bothered at the thought of his rather sexual demands.
"I want to feel his tongue in my mouth, and I want to touch him all over, and I want him to touch me, and I want him to fu-"
Draco didn't know what came over him, but his eyes began to burn red as he listened to this other boy say things like that about his Harry. Before he knew what he was doing, he dropped his wand and lunged at Colin, abruptly stopping his list of dirty demands. Something angry awakened in Draco, and all he wanted was to pound ever inch of Colin, for daring to want to touch his Harry like that, for daring to want Harry to do the same. He was vaguely aware of Harry's pleas to stop in the backround, but he was too angry to pay them any heed.
"Petrificus Totalus!" Draco heard a female voice from the locker room doors before he froze and fell to the floor.
"Hermione! Ron! What-what are you doing here?!" he heard Harry's voice call out.
'Oh shit,' he thought, laying frozen on the ground. 'Weasel and the mudblood are here? We're screwed.' In the next chapter: Um, I'm not sure. Something about Hermione and Ron knowing about Harry and Draco's relationship, and their reaction, and some other stuff too, I think.
Author's Note: Sorry I took so long. I'll try not to wait so long before I update. Please review, and I'll try to squeeze out another chapter for you, despite my sometimes distinct lack of enthusiasm.