AN: This chapter contains somewhat called a sex-scene, so all of you sensitive readers should consider skipping the middle part of this chapter (marked with several ---). And all of you please do not flame me for what is in this chapter, it makes perfect sense when you come further into the story. But just in case, I'm going to hide in my little bunker to avoid all the nasty comments.
Chapter 8 -RevelationIt was surprising for everyone involved how quick things went back to the way they used to be, it was as if that month had never occurred, and Harry found himself buried in homework, spending every wake moment studying or practising Quidditch. To a certain limit he was thankful for this, for he never had to think about that time, all the things that stirred inside of him, the dreams that still could wake him up in the middle of the night.
Sure, he had made his choice to keep on living, and to a certain part he had settled with the fact of that he could not be with Draco, but that didn't make him shut off his feelings for him. Eventually he felt that sudden pang of missing, but as the time went by he managed to deal with it.
Then one morning in the late of October he went down for breakfast, having his usual place on the opposite to Hermione and Ron, who seemed all cozy and all. It was obvious to anyone that they had a thing for one another, but Harry as usual ignored it, thinking that it was their business. Sure, he was happy for their sake, but it was too much when you had to watch it closely every day.
Lazily peeling an apple he tried to shake off the dream he had dreamt that night. It was more of a memory than a dream; he had relived the day he and Draco had become a couple. How Draco one night had lingered outside the Quidditch locker-room when Harry had taken on the chance to do some flying by himself. All this just to watch Harry for a few moments.
Harry had noticed him there in the shadows, thinking that he was after another fight again. He remembered that there had been some sort of conversation, but here his memory had played some twisted game with him, making Draco wear nothing but a pair of trousers. Anyhow, Harry knew that he had risen his hands as if for a struggle, but instead of wanting to fight him he felt himself dying to kiss him. And he had. End of story.
Inhaling sharply for air, Harry suddenly dropped the knife as he felt a sudden pain in his hand, and looking there he saw that he had cut himself. The blood flowed from the wound, yet it seemed shallow and he quickly grabbed himself some napkins and pressed them against the wound.
Hermione just sighed at him, raising her wand for a few seconds and muttering a spell and then Harry found that his hand was plastered. He shot her a thankful look but she just waved it away, continuing on her breakfast.
At that moment the owl-post arrived and he watched Hermione receive her copy of the "Daily Prophet" and saw how she choked on her pumpkin juice while watching the first-page. Ron and Harry instantly checked to see what had made her upset, but she instantly slammed the paper shut, refusing to share it with the two boys.
Harry frowned at her and gave her a questioning look.
"Hermione, what's in that paper?" He asked as she suddenly flushed bright red while looking at Harry. "Come on, I can take it.
She hesitated for a brief moment and then stretched over the newspaper and as Harry unfolded it he noticed how her hands suddenly twined together in nervousness. Then he looked at the front-page and immediately felt as if a train had hit him in the middle of his stomach.
'MALFOY HEIR GETS MARRIED' read the headline, and under that there was a large picture of Draco and that dark-haired girl kissing in the Tree Broomsticks.
Trying his best not to show how he had reacted he skimmed through the article and then calmed down as the truth suddenly dawned on him.
Of course, why didn't I think about that earlier?' He thought to himself as he folded the newspaper and gave it back to Hermione, whose face-expression seemed a little too worried for Harry to really like it.
He gave up a shrug as she received it and played his part about not caring so well that nobody knew what was going on inside of him.
"What should I care about that?" He said carelessly.
"But I thought-" Hermione begun, but was interrupted by Harry.
"Then you thought wrong," he snapped. "I don't give a rat's ass what that git does. In my point of view he could as well marry a troll. That would make a much better couple as I'm sorry for the girl. Poor thing, will have to suffer being around him all the time."
Both Hermione and Ron seemed a bit shocked by his outburst, and Hermione raised a questioning eyebrow as she didn't fully buy it.
"And you should know that better than anyone else," a drawling voice said from behind, making Harry stiffen and then look up.
Malfoy stood a few feet away from them, the girl he was going to wed some more steps away. Seeing the two of them tore in Harry's heart, but he refused on letting it show.
However there was something in the way that she looked at him that gave him the strangest feeling of that she could read him like an open book, and it gave him the creeps.
"That you are a git?" Harry's lips curled slightly as he looked at Draco. "Why of course I know that, since you always tend to try and annoy me."
"Get the heck away from here, Malfoy, and take your bitch with you," Ron growled from his position, his fists clenching in fury.
Draco completely ignored Ron's comment and looked straight at Harry, those grey eyes of his cold and searching.
"You know what I meant." The words were uttered in such a voice that Harry had no option but to turn his eyes away for a mere moment, he had sensed something in it that he hadn't heard for months.
Harry placed his elbows on the table and clasped his hands together as if he prayed, but then leaned slightly forwards and looked back at Draco, his eyes like dark emeralds.
"I know that you meant that you are a troll, yet I doubt that even a troll could be so thick-headed that it doesn't understand that it's not welcome here."
At this Draco's eyes shone with cold fire, but he turned away and walked to the Slytherin table, closely followed by his fiancée. Not until they had sat down Harry exhaled; seemingly unaware of that he had held his breath. And as he relaxed he became aware of that his nails had dug into his skin, leaving small half-moon marks on his hands.
Hermione didn't say anything; she just studied him closely and learned.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -Draco was completely furious with Harry. He had sought out to welcome him back, to ask for forgiveness for the things he had said -explain things so to speak, but had received the cold hand.
He slammed his fist into the bedpost, cursed badly then to hit it again. Pain seared from his fist, up along his arm and he grimaced slightly. But the pain was something he could take and did it again, and again, and again.
Not until his hand was completely numbed did he stop, and then he threw himself face down into his pillow, muttering something dirty. The pain in his fist was nothing compared to the living hell he had gone through every day since Harry had come back, the everyday reminder of what he had to leave behind.
Not a single hour passed by without Draco thinking about him, missing him and wishing that he were somebody else, not bound to fulfil the duties as the heir to the Malfoy family. Once in the hallway he even had to stop himself from pressing him up towards the wall and kiss him until he wiped away that weird face-expression from his face.
And as if things weren't complicated enough, he found that he had started to develop deeper feelings for Moranna. He had discovered it a while ago when he found himself looking at her when she thought he was doing something else, studying how soft those lips seemed to be and how nice it was to get it confirmed when they kissed.
At that moment he had thought that he had just imagined it all, but later on when he had been alone he came to think about that he missed her presence.
Silently he wondered what was really wrong, why all of this had to happen to him. Why did he have to be bisexual? Wasn't it enough just to be just gay or straight but have to love two people in the same way though of the different sexes? A groan escaped his lips, and he again muttered something nasty.
Not until then did he notice the hand on his shoulder and he stiffened, instantly sitting up in bed, nearly knocking out that well-known figure sitting by his side, watching him with an empathic look on the face.
"What are you doing here?" Draco asked, quickly running a hand through his hair in a vain gesture.
"Blaise let me in." The voice was softer than ever, and a hand reached out to grasp his own, holding it gently. "You are hurt.
Not until now did he see that he indeed was bleeding and he withdrew his hand, shrugging it off.
"It's nothing. Moranna, why did you come here?" Even though he didn't want it his voice sounded somewhat harsh, even though it didn't seem to bother his guest.
"To see you. You have seemed so sad lately." He saw that there were pure feelings in her eyes, even though he sensed that there was something disturbing her.
"Really, it's nothing," he waved it away and smiled deviously at her. "Now, other than that, was there anything else that demanded you here in my bed?
He saw the faintest hint of a blush on her cheeks as she lowered her eyes to their entangled hands, his still bleeding slightly, and hers with the diamond-clad engagement ring. Joining her at looking at their hands he saw what was disturbing her, and let out a soft breath of air, then rose his undamaged hand to touch her cheek gently.
"Did you take the potion this morning?" He murmured almost inaudibly.
"Yes," she answered, mimicking the same tone as he used.
"Good.
Letting the hand on her cheek tousle itself into her hair he drew her somewhat closer and locked his eyes on her, leaning in an inch to cover some of the distance. A faint smile played on her lips when she took in those last few inches, kissing him lightly, feeling how he gave in for them and responded and thus deepened it.
A sudden feeling of ecstasy when they touched. Hands walking over the body, exploring and claiming.
One hand deeply nested into the thickness of hair, causing the other person to shudder.
Withdrawing briefly for air, looking at one another for several seconds. His filled with shocked enthusiasm and passion, hers just dark and unreadable.
Then they dove back to one another, clinging on with a fierceness few knew one could possess.
Tongues dance a wild dance, his soon breaking away from hers, letting it sweep over her teeth, withdrawing just the slightest when she playfully bit down.
He was vaguely aware of that there was a danger in what he was doing, but the little voice back in his head was rudely pushed further back in the mind and he focused on what he felt whenever she touched him.
Cold fingers against warm skin. The impact resulted in shudders, then to quickly be forgotten as the fingers went over the body, nipping and clawing at the already sensitized areas.
Hands snaking themselves underneath a shirt, making small circling movements to slowly walk upwards, thus also pulling the shirt off in the process.
Draco found himself falling back against the mattress -Moranna sprawled over him. This being the first time their bodies really connected to one another he heard her suck in air between clenched teeth. He himself was also having some troubles controlling himself, wanting nothing more than just feel her closer.
Leaning up to once again to claim her lips he found himself only getting the briefest of kisses before she pushed him down on the bed and rose from him, placing herself in a sitting position, straddling his hips.
Now it was he who inhaled sharply, and when he looked up at her he saw that she would accept nothing but submission from him.
There was something in her eyes that then should have warned it, but he ignored it, placing his hands behind his head and gave her a look that said 'give me your worse'.
She did.
The tiniest of moments, just a little roll with her hips made his half-closed eyes widen with shock as it went directly to the chosen place.
"Good God," he breathed.
She just grinned at him, then slowly lowered herself down, tracing small, delicate kisses along his bare torso.
At this he couldn't stop himself from running down a hand through that black darkness called hair, then grabbing a handful of hair and pulled her in for a kiss. Biting down hard on her lower lip when she tried to pull away he got himself a dark look as she started kissing his neck, taking in turns on nibbling and kissing.
He leaned his head back for better exposure, shuddering inwardly when her warm breath touched his skin.
Then the weight upon him suddenly disappeared as she backed off quickly, and he looked up, startled and disappointed. It felt as if she had tricked ruthlessly and he almost scorned, unaware of that she looked as if she was going to either throw up or kill someone. Who knew -maybe even both?
"Moranna, why'd you do that for?" Draco asked, sounding very much like a five-year-old who had his favourite toy taken away.
"Draco, do not ever tempt me like that again." Her voice was colder than the Antarctica, and not until then Draco really looked at her.
And he saw.
Swallowing hard he felt everything inside of him grow slightly numb as she gathered herself together mentally. He could have been hit with a stunning spell as still as he sat, watching her button her shirt and pull her robe back on, everything done as if nothing interesting had happened.
Rising to say that he wouldn't do it again he mentally blamed himself for everything. He had let his libido control him.
Again.
Though he never got the chance to apologize to Moranna for as fast as she had gotten back to normal she had left without a word, the only lingering proof of what had happened being that her lips was the reddened and the slightly ruffled hair.
He sat back on his bed, running his hands through his hair and groaned for several reasons.
One - He had gotten all riled up then to be left unsatisfied.
Two - he knew this probably wouldn't be the last time this happened.
Three - He had gotten all riled up then to be left unsatisfied.
Four - Moranna had complete power over him due to this.
Five - He had gotten all riled up then to be left unsatisfied.
Six - Because he was bisexual
Seven - He had gotten all riled up then to be left unsatisfied.
Eight - Because he felt guilty over his actions on Harry's behalf.
Nine - He had gotten all riled up then to be left unsatisfied.
Ten - He wanted both Harry and Moranna (preferably on the same time).
Eleven - He had gotten all riled up then to be left unsatisfied.
Twelve - He felt a nasty headache starting to throb behind his eyes.
Thirteen - He had gotten all riled up then to be left unsatisfied.
Pushing an errand strand of hair away from his face he fell back on bed, eyes closed. His father was so going to kill him if he ever found out about what he just had been about to do.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -The knot inside Harry's stomach didn't seem to want to ease until late that same night, and then he felt how the words from the paper came back to him, taunting him for how ignorant he had been.
Sitting in a window near the Northern Tower and watching the cold night outside he felt how he curled himself up into a little ball, making himself as small as possible. Leaning his head towards his knees he closed his eyes, wishing that somehow this were just a bad joke. The tears that he wanted to cry seemed unwilling to come to him, and he drew a deep shuddery breath as he once again leaned back against the wall.
"Good God, why do I have to go through this hell?" He murmured. "I thought I was over it, but I guess I was wrong.
He spoke to nobody in particular, just talked out of his heart, and it somehow made the burden easier to bear if he did so, even though nobody listened. But then he sensed the presence in the corner that watched him closely and opened his eyes to look at it.
Ah, the eternal shadow!
"You again," he sighed. "What does it take for me to be alone in this place?
"Quite a lot, I imagine," the voice answered, and Harry jumped in sheer surprise.
"You're really here," he gasped, suddenly extremely ashamed of how he acted, straightening in his position and waved away hair from his face.
"Of course I am. You called for me." The voice sounded somewhat insulted, and Harry made an excusing hand wave.
"I'm sorry. Lately my life have been chaotic.
"Out of chaos comes order," the voice chanted as from a textbook.
"You keep on telling me that," Harry said. "But I don't see that it helps me.
"Why do you want help with errors that only you can correct?
"You misunderstand everything. It is not my fault for that he ditched me." Harry didn't need to say who he meant, the shadow knew, more than well.
"Is it not?" There was something in the voice that told Harry that there was more to be said. But the words never came.
"What do you mean by that?" Harry snarled.
"It takes two to make a relationship work," was all that Harry got from the shadow.
"You still don't seem to get it. Dra-Malfoy," Harry corrected himself, "has to get married so that he can produce another generation pure-blood wizards."
"And?" The voice was amused by now and watched how Harry became angrier and more frustrated for every moment that passed.
"And what?" He snapped.
"Exactly my point." The voice now only contained calmness, something that made Harry stop up in the middle of a movement, as if frozen in time.
"I'm not sure I understand.
"If Draco has to get married only to as you said 'produce another generation of pure-blood wizards', how does that change his emotions towards you?"
If there had ever been a doubt of that Harry was incapable of showing pure joy it was all erased now, for as he understood the true meaning of the voice he stood up faster than ever.
"Thanks for the advice. You have no idea how much you helped me."
And with that he bolted downstairs, not waiting for an answer for the shadow, which emerged and showed someone quite familiar to Harry. But then the features suddenly blurred out and turned into another person as the Polyjuice-potion seized working. The person turning into one whom few people doubted Harry would talk to, especially about the certain delicate matter of his love life.
"Young Harry, you really do have no clue of what you are getting yourself into," the voice said with a wicked grin.
A soft -but eerie laughter erupted from the shadow's lips and lasted for nearly half a minute before it gathered itself together, shaking the head in a disbelieving way, then also leaving in a wave of billowing black robes.