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Chapter ThreeHarry, for the first time since Draco and his break up, slept peacefully that night. He assumed it was because he finally talked to someone about…his past relationship.
Unlike his previous nights where he would wake up because of the nightmares he would have, this morning he awoke because warm sunlight streamed across his face. For the first time since that horrible night, Harry Potter smiled a true, genuine smile.
Getting up, he took a quick shower, and began to head down to the Great Hall for breakfast. Now, if only he could make it through the day without running into a certain blonde… But then again, this is Harry Potter we are talking about.
"Potter," a drawling voice stated, causing Harry to freeze midstep. He knew that voice. He knew it rather well, but he liked it better when it was moaning his name as they-
No! his mind shouted at him. Feeling as though his throat was beginning to close up, Harry slowly turned around to face the blonde that had torn out his heart.
"Malfoy," he replied, keeping his voice as steady as he could. Harry looked at the boy's aristocratic face, and was taken aback by the emotions hidden in those silver eyes behind Draco's mask – anger, pain, and…jealousy and lust?
Draco glared, lip curling. "So. You're with the Weasel now, are you, Pothead?" he sneered.
Harry was confused, and decided to voice said confusion. "Huh?" he shakily asked.
The silver eyes flashed angrily, before Malfoy spoke in a cold tone that sent shivers up Harry's spine. "I saw you leaning against Weasel-bee last night, Potter. Please, don't play dumber than you actually are."
Harry was taken aback by those words, and began to slightly shake. "Look, it's not-" he began, only to be cut off.
Draco was seething on the inside with jealousy and anger. "Don't give me any fucking excuses, scar head!" he yelled, eyes burning with fury. He shoved Harry against the wall and pinned the smaller boy there, lip curling when he felt the other's breath quicken. "Enjoy this, eh Potter? Want me to have my way with you right here and now I bet, you fucking wanker," he laughed bitterly. Ignoring the shining-with-tears eyes Harry had, the malicious blonde continued coldly, "I asked you a simple question, Potty. Are you with Ginny Weasel?"
Before Harry could speak or even react, a strong voice interrupted the two. "Yes, he is, and if you do not unhand my boyfriend, Malfoy, I will hex you into an oblivion. Mind you, I already wish to do so."
Draco released the smaller boy and turned around, ready to kill whoever had interrupted his precious moments with Potter. Harry likewise looked over Draco's shoulder and was surprised to see a furious Ginny Weasley pointing her wand at the blonde.
"Ginny?" the raven-haired boy asked, feeling as though he were in a daze.
Ginny gave Draco a glare, and rushed over to Harry, and embraced him. "Darling, don't let that ferret face bother you," she said loudly. Harry just stood there, still trembling while Draco stood there, not believing what he was seeing.
Ginny looked up at Harry, and leaned in and gave him a small peck on the lips. Immediately, Harry's eyes widened (as Draco's narrowed in fury) and the small boy stepped back, and turned to run back to Gryffindor Tower, confused as hell.
Ginny sadly looked at his retreating back, before turning to face Draco, angry as hell.
Draco quickly hid the hurt and jealous look on his face as the weasel faced him, and replaced it with his usual mask of indifference. Clearing his throat, he drawled, "Some boyfriend you got yourself there, Weasel-bee. Seemed really enthusiastic to see you. I guess him running away is your normal dating routine?"
Ginny would've killed him then and there, but unbeknownst to Draco, she had seen the jealousy and hurt in his face before he masterfully hid them. So instead, she just glared at the taller blonde and hissed at him with such ferocity, that even Draco felt his blood run cold.
"You hurt my Harry's heart once, ferret. Stay away from him, or you will wish you were dead." And with that, Ginny spat to the ground at Draco in disgust, and swiftly turned to hurry away before Harry did something stupid.
Draco stood there for a moment, before the events that just took place finally and fully sunk in. Harry is with Ginny, he thought angrily, That weasel better not TOUCH my Harry…
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"Harry, open up! Please! Locking yourself in your room will solve nothing," Ginny pleaded outside of the boys' dorm room, banging on the door.
Finally, Ginny became impatient and cast a spell that caused the door to burst open. Peering inside, Ginny saw Harry staring out of the window, not seeming to notice the door had burst open.
Walking over to him, Ginny rested a hand on his shoulder, which finally caused him to realize he had company. Harry turned toward her, eyes shining with unshed tears. "Ginny?" he asked, smiling a forced and weak smile.
Ginny sighed, and ruffled the boy's unruly hair. "The one and only," she replied, "And now, your unofficial girlfriend," she attempted to joke. Harry, however, frowned.
"Yes…er, thank you, Ginny, but-" he began. But Ginny placed a finger over his mouth to prevent him from speaking any further.
"Look, Harry, believe it or not, I think Draco still loves you," she said, causing Harry to choke in surprise. He opened his mouth to speak, but Ginny silenced him again. "When you left, he was jealous, but most importantly, he was hurt. I think there's more to him breaking up with you than we know."
Harry stared at her in disbelief. Could she be right? he wondered, Merlin, I hope so…Draco…I miss him so much.
"Harry, I have a plan for you to get him back," the red-head continued. Harry's eyes lit up, and Ginny smiled.
"Obviously, he is very jealous of the mere thought of you moving on to someone else. When he found out today that you were my 'boyfriend,' he looked as though he were about to murder me. So, I think that if we play along, and pretend to be dating and totally in love, then he will eventually confess his true feelings for you and apologize," she explained ecstatically, for she would do anything to make Harry happy again.
Harry, however, frowned slightly. "Er, I dunno if this is such a good idea. I remember last time Draco got jealous, just because 'mione hugged me…
xxxFLASHBACKxxx
It was another night at Hogwarts, and Harry and Draco were in the library, working on a Potions project. On the outside, they made it seem as though they were horrified with the thought of being paired up with one another (much to the enjoyment of Snape) but inside, they were actually happy – more alone time for them to spend together.
"This is boring," Harry yawned as he stretched, closing the gigantic text that he had been reading – er, well trying to read. It was rather hard to concentrate when your partner kept running his foot up your leg under the table.
Draco smirked. "Well, I can think of a million things I'd rather be doing now," he replied in a low, seductive voice that caused Harry to shiver. Still smirking, the sexy blonde stood up from his chair and crawled onto Harry's lap, grinding his hips lightly against the other boy's.
Harry choked back a moan, and only pulled the blonde closer against him. Draco stared at Harry hungrily, before leaning in for a rather passionately violent kiss. Tongues danced, and neither boy even noticed when the feeble chair tipped backwards, causing the boys to land with a thump on the floor, Draco on top of the smaller boy.
Draco moved his hips back and forth, much to Harry's delight, as the raven-haired boy ran his hands under the blonde's shirt, playing with his nipples.
They were on the verge of undressing each other and shagging right then and there, if they had not been interrupted by-
"Harry! Are you in here?" Hermione's voice called out as she opened the doors to the library.
Harry and Draco immediately sprang apart, panting for air, just as Hermione pratctically skipped in, obviously ecstatic about something.
"There you are, Harry! I was looking all over for you…Hey, why are you two on the floor?" she questioned, eyes taking in the ruffled state their clothes were in, the fact that they were out of breath, lying on the floor oddly close together, and the flush on their faces. Eyes widening, she stared disbelievingly at the two, causing the boys' eyes to widen as they panicked.
"Um, look, Hermy, I can explain-" Harry started, panic evident in his voice.
Hermione cut him off though. "Oh my god. You two…you've been fighting again, haven't you?!" she accused, a frown gracing her facial features.
Harry and Draco both blinked, not believing their luck. Thank Merlin for Granger's naïve innocence when it comes to snogging and sex, Draco thought.
Harry was the first to recover. Managing to look sheepish, he stood slowly up, and faced Hermione. "Erm, yeah. We…sorta got carried away," he said, ignoring the snicker from Draco.
Hermione just frowned. "Harry, you realize that you could get in so much trouble-" she began.
"Yes, I know, Hermy," Harry cut her off, not in the mood for a lecture, "Was there something you wished to tell me?" he asked, curious why she had seemed so excited when she found him.
Immediately, Hermione's face lit up again. "Oh yes! Harry, I have wonderful news! In Belgium, House Elves have begun to speak up for their rights! Isn't this wonderful? Now, more elves will begin to gain courage to rebel! Oh Harry, this is just the best thing that could have happened to the House Elves ever! They could gain so many rights from this…" she began, jabbering on and on about how wonderful this was and such. Harry refrained from rolling his eyes, trying to be polite and feigned interest. Draco, on the other hand, didn't bother repressing a snicker, and this caused Hermione to stop talking and glare at the blonde. "Just because people like you are narrow-minded hypocrites, doesn't mean all of us magic folk are," she snapped angrily. Turning back to Harry, her face broke into a smile.
"Oh, now I must go find Ron! He'll be so happy!" she gushed. Harry highly doubted the red-head would give a shit about rebellious house elves, but he decided to be supportive anyway.
"That's wonderful news, Hermione." he complimented, earning another snicker from the blonde.
Hermione ignored it, and squealed. Jumping up, she gave Harry a tight hug, before rushing away excitedly, completely oblivious to the dark and murderous look that had crossed Draco's face. Harry stared after her, shaking his head whilest chuckling and turned to face his love.
"Really, sometimes I worry about…her…Dray? Are you…all right?" he asked. The blonde had his wand out, pointed in the direction Hermione had run off to, and looked ready to kill something.
"Um…Drakie?" Harry asked again. This time, he got a reaction.
"I am going to FUCKING KILL THAT MUDBLOOD!" he shouted, and began to stalk after her, but Harry grabbed him and held him back.
"Uh, what's wrong, Draco?" he asked cautiously, struggling to keep the blonde from doing as he had said he would.
"How DARE she touch YOU?!" the blonde yelled angrily through gritted teeth, "Oh, she will pay. First, I'll cut her up…No, I'll cast crucio on her till she begs for mercy…yes…then I'll drive nails through her-" he began.
"Draco!" Harry shouted, shaking the blonde by the shoulders. The crazed look that had crossed the blonde's face when he began talking had freaked Harry out.
Draco looked at Harry. "Yes, my dear?" he asked, innocently, as though he had not been making death threats a moment before.
Harry sighed. "Draco, Hermione didn't mean anything by that hug! She's done it tons of times!"
He immediately knew he shouldn't have said that.
"She has, has she?" Draco muttered, the crazed look returning, "the mudblood will pay even more, trying to steal my Harry…How dare she?! I will torture her until she wishes she were dead-" he began again, pulling his wand back out.
Harry sighed. "Draco. Listen to me. Hermione. Meant. Nothing. When. She. Hugged. Me...I. Do. Not. Love. Hermione. That. Way...She. Is. A. Friend. nothing more... The. Feeling. Is. mutual," he said very slowly, enunciating each word clearly. Draco looked at hims doubtfully.
"Are you sure?" he asked suspiciously, "She looked rather happy to be hugging you-" he began.
Harry rolled his eyes. "Draco, trust me. There's no need for you to get all jealous over Hermione," he said, moving his one hand softly down the blonde's body until it hit a certain…area…that caused Draco to drop his wand. Smirking, Harry slipped his hand inside the silver-eyed boy's pants, and began stroking Draco's hard member, which caused the blonde to moan.
"Ok…Harry," he said between breaths, "I'll…trust you-oh god- this time…but…-moan- if…if she makes a move-(Harry began nibbing his neck) god yes-on you again, I'll kill her….nngh!"
Harry pulled away from the kiss he had begun, and, still stroking, he replied huskily, "Whatever you say, Malfoy. Now, where were we before we were oh so rudely interrupted?"
xxxEND OF FLASHBACKxxx
Giny sat there with her mouth open, a slightly dazed look on her face.
"Ginny?" Harry cautiously asked, waving a hand in front of his friend's face.
The red-head snapped out of it, and flushed while muttering something that sounded oddly like, '…that sounded so fucking hot…'
"Ginny!" Harry exclaimed, hearing what shehad murmured. Maybe I gave her too many details, he thought sheepishly.
Ginny regained her composure, and patted Harry's arm. "Don't worry, Harry. Malfoy doesn't scare me. Trust me, my plan will work. Before you know it, Malfoy will have begged for your forgiveness, and you'll be snogging…again," she said before continuing, "But, I want you to know that I will make ferret face pay for causing you this pain eventually in his life. For hurting you, I hate him, and I will make him pay. But now is not the time for that. Now, I am going to help you two get back together. I may detest that piece of shit, but I can see that he made you truly happy, which is what I want most."
Harry looked at her, and pulled her into a tight hug, murmuring thank yous. Pulling away, he frowned though. "Do you really think making him jealous will work?" he asked. Ginny nodded.
"Absolutely. Just be my boyfriend, and all will be perfect in the end," she said smiling. However, a dark look passed her face as she continued, "And once you two are together again, then I will take my revenge on him for causing you pain. Hmmm…maybe Chinese water torture…No, I'll lock him in a muggle apartment with only muggle items in it…yes, that will work…" she began.
Harry pinched her arm, snapping her out of it.
"Harry, what was that for!" she exclaimed, rubbing her arm. Harry smirked.
"Well, you just sounded so much like Malfoy then, I had to snap you out of it somehow," he drawled, still smirking.
Ginny looked him dead in the eye, very seriously. "Harry, never insult me like that ever again," she said through gritted teeth. Harry burst out laughing, and despite being angry at him (for he had just compared her to ferret face, of all people!) she found herself smiling. It was wonderful seeing Harry laugh after all those tears, and knowing she was the cause of it made her feel happy.
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"He's not even fucking straight! And now he's with the Weasel, of all people! That red-hairedslut! She's probably only using my Harry! HOW DARE SHE! For gods sake, HE IS BLOODY GAY! HE CAN'T EVEN BE ATTRACTED TO HER!" a very angry and jealous Draco Malfoy shouted in the Slytherin Common Room. Yes, ever since his run in with the Weasel and his Harry, he had been seething. Now, he was here, ranting to his best friend, Blaise Zabini.
"Um, Dray? You've been repeating yourself for the last half hour. It's getting really annoying," Blaise interrupted, trying to shut his friend up.
However, Draco completely ignored his best friend. "Harry is MINE! Not that whore's! MINE, MINE, MINE! If she even so much as TOUCHES him, I WILL kill her! Wait, not I'll kill her NOW!"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP, WILL YOU?" Blaise shouted, grabbing the blonde by the shoulders and shaking hard, "You dumped Harry. It's your fault he is with someone new, Draco. Accept that."
Draco glared. "He is mine," he snarled. Blaise just rolled his eyes.
"Look, Harry is a really good looking fellow, Draco," Blaise began. Then, as though lost in thought, he continued, almost so low that Draco could barely hear him. But only barely. "I mean, he's got that sexy body that basically screams, 'shag me' and that hair and those eyes…such a turn on. I would do anything to get him in be-(gulp) …heh heh…Dray? Stop growling at me and looking like that…Dray?!" Blaise yelped when his friend tackled him to the floor.
"Harry is mine…MINE! When will people understand that?!" Draco screamed, eyes flashing murderously. Blaise pushed his way out from under Draco, and stood up, brushing off his sleeves, and regaining his composure.
"Draco, honestly, I'm not the only one that wants to shag and ravish Harry. The whole bloody school does. You were the lucky one to have Golden Boy, and you pushed him away in the end, and treated him like dirt. Now, I'll be honest with you. I was planning on asking him out after your break up, y'know? However, that little weasel beat me too it…" the dark haired boy trailed off, a cunning smirk crossing his features before he quickly hid it.
Draco snarled, when he realized something. "Hey Blaise! I thought you liked Pansy?" he accused, pulling the other boy out of his scheming thoughts.
Blaise shrugged. "I'm bi. The only reason I never mentioned my lust for Potter was because I knew you were with him, and I knew that would be my funeral if I so much as hinted it," he answered, smirking at the blonde's puzzled face, "Dray, you're my best friend. I know you better than you think. Yes, I knew you were with Potter before you told me after your break up."
Draco looked shocked, but sighed. "I know it is my fault. I mean, I guess I was a little harsh (Blaise snorted) and have been treating him horribly….It's just…I…I'm…oh never mind…But whatever it takes, I will get Harry back…My Harry…MINE…mine…" the blonde trailed off, slightly sighing, "Look, I'm tired, I'm going to bed now, 'k?"
Blaise nodded and watched his friend disappear, torn by his emotions. One part of him wanted to help his friend get Potter back, but the Slytherin part, his stronger half, was too busy planning on a way to make Golden Boy his own…
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