AN/ Ah, I am done. And it's only ten pm, too. Not bad.
The 11th is my birthday. Yay! This is my birthday present to me! I like how this chapter came out but, of course, I'll let you, the readers, judge that.
Lots of naughty bad language scattered though out but nothing too offensive or unwarranted.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Hmm, I'm hungry. Excuse me .......... That's better. Yummy. Any who, I do not own Harry Potter. If you actually don't know who owns it, I suggest looking at the books covers.
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Harry had started the habit of sneaking out of his dorm at night alone without Hermione and Ron. Call it insomnia due to stress of being Harry Potter or because everything felt clearer at night, it didn't matter. He did it one night then another until it seemed a ritual. He had even chosen a place just to sit, awake in the dark, so he didn't wander aimlessly. His choice was the Great Hall. Actually, once Harry saw it at night, he was surprised more people didn't sneak out to the great hall at the midnight hours. Teacher, students even Dumbledor. Harry thought it was amazing. He found out one night when he wandered before he found his sitting place and the enchanted ceiling. He had lain himself out on the Gryffindor table for no reason except that he could and had been astounded at what he saw.
Stars, million of them, scattered across the ceiling, bigger and brighter then the true ones outside. It was heaven like to him. He began to love laying on the table in the great hall, staring at the enchanted lights. Unlike outside, there were no cloudy night, no fog. The only thing remotely cloudlike was a pink curling mist that occasionally danced among the lights like a water snake that swam between water lilies. It anything it just made the night better. He'd come out every night, just sit and watch the lights.
One night, he went out as usual. Pulled aside his curtains and pulled on his invisibility cloak, with noone the wiser. He hurried along and at the great doors, slipped off his cloak. He would spread it out on the table to keep him warm from the cool wood. There was only one problem though this time; He wasn't alone. He always figured if he met someone in the hall, it wouldn't be that big of a deal. Any teacher could believe he wasn't doing anything heinous; He just wanted to look at the stars. Unfortunately, it wasn't a teacher.
He stepped in far halfway down the tables when he heard a gasp. Someone had looked up and noticed his entrance. They both were in to far to not notice right away who the other was. The blonde Slytherin quickly pulled out his wand and Harry berated himself for not having his. He moved into the room farther, holding his hands up so Malfoy wouldn't curse him thinking he was going for his wand. Grey eyes watched him casually.
"What are you doing here, Malfoy?" Harry asked with a snap, upset. Upset because it was quite obvious what the Slytherin was doing. He was sitting on the Slytherin table with a robe spread out under him. Harry had always wished someone came in to watch the stars too but why'd it have to be bloody Malfoy? It was always Malfoy!
Malfoy's eyes glittered in the light from the ceiling, looking almost silver. He frowned and lowered his wand.
"That's none of your business Potter."
Harry took a step closer. "It is, if you ruin my night."
"I was here first Potter." Draco snapped, teeth glinting. Harry frowned then, with a dark thought, sat himself on the Slytherin table.
"I've been coming here long before you have."
"To do what exactly?" Draco drawled, moving away from the Gryffindor, irritation easily read on his face. Harry rolled his eyes, seatting himself, planning to stay the whole night if he had too.
"To watch the stars obviously, Malfoy, same thing you're doing." The Blonde frowned at Harry.
"What on earth makes you think I'm doing that Potter? Just because one practices childish acts does not mean everyone does."
Harry rolled his eyes and lay back, ceiling filling his sights.
"Give it a rest with the pure blood snob crap, would you?"
Harry felt a sharp shove on his leg and looked over. Malfoy, gone red faced had turned placed his feet on the table and was presently kicking Harry. Harry rolled out of the blonde's leg reach.
"Watch it, Malfoy. What's the big idea anyway?"
"Potty, why don't you head back to your little Gryffindor tower and leave me alone?" Malfoy growled. Harry smirked, hoping his presence was bothering Draco as much as Malfoy's was bothering him.
"Why would I want to do that? I told you, I was coming here before you. If anyone should leave, it should be you, ferret boy." Malfoy flushed like he usually did when someone mentioned fourth year. He made fists at his sides, looking hatefully at Harry.
"Stop lounging on my table and leave Potter."
"This isn't your table. It's the Slytherin table and, unless a horrible plague swept the dungeons, I'm pretty sure you aren't the only Slytherin ." Harry stopped and smiled, prideful. It was everyday he could come up with good and witty comebacks. He wasn't as bad as Ron could be but he wasn't smooth. Malfoy just sneered.
"Listen, Potter," The blonde said, hitting the table hard with a little fist, "And, listen closely. I'm only going to say this once. This is my night, my table, my great hall."
"I don't see your name on it." Harry shot back, slightly appalled that was the only come back he could think of. Damn, what happened to that suave Harry he was a second ago?
Draco smirked and pointed up at the ceiling. Harry followed his finger, unsure what the blonde meant by it. He then saw that, in the twinkling lights, the constellation Draco stared back down at him. His mouth twisted into a grin. Clever. Then, very quickly, he scowled, remembering he was supposed to show animosity to Draco. Malfoy. He glared at the blonde.
"Very Funny, Malfoy."
Malfoy just shrugged, "I thought so."
Harry laid back and watched the stars. It was hard and unnerving because he could feel Malfoy's eyes on him.
"You're really watching the stars, aren't you Potter?" Draco said, somewhat amazed.
"No, really? Please tell me something I don't know."
"Hmm. Sarcasm or, at least, a pitiful sad attempt at it. Of course, I wouldn't expect much better from you." Malfoy pushed himself to the edge of the table and looked up. Harry frowned but declined to comment. Silence hung between them for minutes. Harry couldn't say he really felt content though. He was on his guard. In case Malfoy attacked him. He blinked his eyes heavily then yawned.
"Tired?"
Harry nodded. "Just a little, I haven't been sleeping....." He stopped. Why was he telling Malfoy that? They both stared at each other before looking away. Silence settled, like a rolling fog, making Harry very uncomfortable. He liked silence but not when you were with somebody. It was like the first minutes in a visit to an unconscious friend. They should be saying something but they just lie there like they're dead except for a faint breath. He could hear the same faint breath from Malfoy. This was extremely odd for Harry, sitting quietly with Malfoy beside him, not insulting the other. Maybe it was because there was no one around to prove their dislike to. It didn't need to be proven to either.
Harry looked over at the blonde for a moment, green eyes narrowing in thought. The blonde's chest rose slowly with every breath, a slight sigh escaping with every exhale. His arms were crossed over his stomach, looking like an animal instinct to protect vulnerable spots when near an enemy. What surprised him was how peaceful the Slytherin looked with his eyes closed. Peaceful like not so....spiteful.
"You're staring at me, Potter." Came a soft drawl, without even opening his eyes.
Harry shrugged. "I was just looking to see if you were asleep." Malfoy's eyelids lifted, showing off gray orbs behind them.
"Figuring you'd finish me off while I was asleep?"
Harry snorted. "You wouldn't have to worry about that Malfoy. It's only Slytherins you'd have to worry about.
Draco glared at him. "So, I only have to worry about a bull headed full frontal attack of an idiotic Gryffindor now that I'm awake."
Harry frowned but just answered. "No, Gryffindor's never would attack someone who was unarmed."
"I seem to recall you're the one with out a wand on him."
Harry faked a smile and said sweetly. "Even with your wand, you still count as unarmed due to your lack of skill."
Draco's ears going pink may have been almost unnoticeable in the dim light but his utter look of loathing was not. "Like you are very skillful in any art, Potter." Draco snapped back, "I've seen your marks in potions. They're quite low."
Harry snorted, "Potions. That wouldn't count on my skills. Snape is biased towards all Gryffindors. Hermione's only getting top marks because even Snape couldn't fail her if he tried." Seeing that Draco wasn't swayed or insulted Harry added, "Besides you suck at Transfiguring. Didn't I hear Zabini offer to tutor you?" He had heard the two's conversation once in Care of Magical Creatures. He hadn't found it a very interesting talk and only remembered because he was sure that was the first time he had ever heard Zabini speak.
"I don't know how you heard that but it doesn't matter. I didn't take him up on it and, besides, if Snape's class doesn't count in this for you, then McGonagall class shouldn't count for me." Draco's upper lip curled at the use of the Gryffindor house head's name.
"Why not?
"You don't actually think Snape is the only teacher who shows bias to their own house? McGonagall is horrible to Slytherins, just like Snape is horrid to you Gryffindors.
"Please," Harry scoffed.
"Don't believe me do you, Potter? Just asked one of those Hufflepuffs. They have the class with us. You see, you numbskull lions aren't the only ones with teacher problems."
Harry wanted to retort back. Malfoy was lying, wasn't he? McGonagall always seemed fair when she taught them. True, he never got Transfiguring with the Slytherin's but...?"
Draco smirked, "Surprised that your head of house isn't as noble as you thought?"
Harry nodded, "I guess I never thought about it before but I suppose it makes sense."
It was the blonde turn to look surprised. He goggled the Gryffindor.
"What?" Harry asked.
"I didn't actually think you'd believe me about that Potter. I figured you run to that little Huffy-Puffy friend Flitch-Flippy...."
"Finch-Fletchley."
Draco shrugged off Harry correction, "…to see if I was lying. Of course, since I'm right then you'd just glare at me from across the hall like you do whenever I know something you don't know."
Harry shrugged slightly uncomfortable. "So, I believe you...somewhat. I doubt McGonagall could ever be as bad as Snape, even if you are a Slytherin.
"You'd be surprised. Sometimes she even...." Draco trailed off looking embarrassed, "Never mind. I don't have to complain about her to you. Watching Snape in potion more then makes up for her class. Besides, like that saying goes...um"
"Turnabout is fair play?"
Head shake. "Well, that's true but I was thinking 'All's fair in love and war.'"
Harry snickered. "I don't really think school is a war Malfoy."
Draco leaned closer eyebrow drawn down. "Oh, it is, but I mostly was thinking about the love part."
Harry froze. He turned to face the blonde. What did Malfoy mean about that? Their faces were now only a foot apart. Harry looked into the gray eyes and watched as the pupil dilated. Almost like a moth to light, he drew slightly closer. Less then half a foot now. Harry could smell Malfoy's shampoo. See the fine peach fuzz on the chin. Count each light eyelash. They both paused so close together, breath hitching. What was happening? They had been talking nice for a few second but that had passed and something deeper and darker was upon them and Harry had no idea what was happening. Harry's lips trembled, as he watched Draco slowly run his tongue over his teeth.
Suddenly, their mouths were on each other, mashing and grinding. It wasn't really sweet. It was more desperate, to touch and to hurt the other at the same time. Harry teeth clicked angrily on Draco's, as they pushed together violently. He ran a hand down Draco's arm clumsily, banging his nose into the other boy's. Finally, when neither could hold their breathes any longer, they broke apart with a jerk. Harry gasped in a breath of cool air.
"Draco," was all he could whisper. Draco, like the sparkling lights, above him. He heard his name whispered back from the blonde, hot, gasping and delighted in it. Hearing his own name for once from Draco's lips warmed him somehow. How was it that made Malfoy's mouth so kissable? He leaned forward wanting to do it again.
Fuck, what am I doing! This is Malfoy I'm kissing!
Harry pulled away quickly and saw in Malfoy eyes that he just had the same realizations Harry did. Pushing off the table, Harry backed away.
"I......we....this...um....." Was all he could get out before turning and tearing out of the great hall, like Fluffy was on his heels. He didn't stop until he was in his dorm, on his bed, curtains closed and head under his pillow. It wasn't until then that he remembered his invisibility cloak that he had left spread on the Slytherin table.
His extremely loud use of a four-letter profanity woke all the sixth year boys.
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After that night, Harry was a living wreak. What kind of a sick, freaken, perverted, fruit was he? Kissing a boy! Ok, that's one thing but kissing Malfoy? What the hell was wrong with him? And why, everytime he thought about it, did one part of him always get very 'happy'? Luckily, it was unnoticeable under robes. And, damn if he wasn't lucky, Malfoy didn't say any thing about the boy who lived to be gay. The whole week when he was in the same room as Malfoy, he was so sure the blonde would stand up on his chair and shout to the whole room how Harry Potter had tried to inhale his tonsils.
Oh, Lords.
He couldn't eat. Ron and Hermione thought he was having a breakdown from the return of You Know Who. All the other boys in his dorm thought he was loony after screaming out the F word loud enough to wake them all up. They all kept an eye on him. Harry barely noticed. He was sure that Draco was staring at him when his back was turned. He couldn't sleep. Everytime he closed his eyes, the scene played across his eyelids.
Friday: Harry sat in potions, nervously chopping lily roots for a potion. He couldn't concentrate; He could feel gray eyes on him. When he looked up, his eyes locked with Draco's. Harry licked his lips, uncertain. Draco dropped the gaze, ears turning pink. Harry turned back to the roots. With his head down, he knew Draco was still staring at him. He tried to watch out of the corner of his eye. What was happing? Harry felt like he was about to start hyperventilating any minute.
"Harry, you're chopping the roots all wrong." Hermione scolded.
"Huh?" Harry's eyes left Draco as he stared at his bushy haired potions partner.
"I said, you're chopping the roots all wrong. They need to be smaller and squarer."
"Oh."
Hermione's face softened, "Are you ok Harry? Do you want to talk about what's bothering you. You know, I always have time."
Yeah, sure Herm. I'm sure you have time to figure out my twisted, freakish psyche. It's nothing really, just lusting after Draco Malfoy, a boy who has been nothing but a prick all the time I've known him.
Harry shook his head. "No, I'm fine."
Harry declined Hermione offer to cut the roots for him. If he wasn't careful someone would figure out what was wrong. That he had the hots for Draco Malfoy. Wait, he didn't, did he? Shit! Harry closed his eyes and instantly the scene from that night played in his mind. Strong hands pushing his scull closer fingers tangling in his hair. Harry let out a sound between a moan and a mew before opening his eyes in surprise. Ugh, please tell him he wasn't thinking about the incident as pleasurable. Hermione sent him a weird glance and he colored. Great and, on top of that, Hermione thought he got off on cutting roots.
"Harry?" She asked turning back to her newt eyes.
"Yes, Hermione?" Harry asked, fighting not to look at Malfoy.
"I have to tell you, you have us all worried."
"Us?"
Hermione looked at him sharply, dumping eye bits into the caldron.
"Yes, us. Everyone who cares about you. Me, Ron, Seamus, Dean, Ginny, Neville, even McGonagall. You haven't been eating. Ron tells me you haven't been sleeping. You say you're fine but I know it isn't true, is it? Tell me what's wrong, please Harry."
Harry looked at her. It's nothing really Hermy. It's just I have this wicked urge to strip Draco Malfoy naked and lick every inch of him with my tongue. Ahhh! Mental image! Mental image!
Sickly, sweet smile.
"I didn't really notice anything was wrong. Gosh, I'm not sure what's wrong really. It must be stress."
Naked and covered in chocolate sauce.
Hermione smiled sympathetically, "Because of You Know Who's return?"
Harry nodded, gulping trying to rid his mind of dirty little Draco thoughts. Think unsexy thought. Think unsexy thoughts. Naked Snape. Better, better. Scarred for life, besides the obvious, but much better. He carelessly dumped his roots in the potion.
"Harry, not so fast!" Hermione hissed. The potion started to bubble angry.
"It's ok." She fretted. "I can fix it. You!" She pointed at Harry. "Don't touch anything. We have to talk at lunch. I'm getting really worried" She then started tossing things into the potion, intent on fixing Harry's mistake.
Harry watched in half interest as the potion turned to its proper green and Snape gave it a satisfactory mark. In other words, it was perfect. He followed Ron and Hermione out of the potions class. He wasn't looking forward for lunch. He'd have to make up an excuse for his absentmindedness. Snogging Draco was not an viable option.
Yes, the reason I've been so out of it is because I was very desperately trying to get inside Draco Malfoy's robe. Yeah, right.
Sooo, not an option.
"Potter?" A voice asked to accommodate the tug on Harry's sleeve. Harry stopped and looked over. Draco Malfoy stood next to him, looking very uncomfortable. His face was turned to look down the hall and he spoke out of the side of his mouth. "Can I talk to you for a moment?"
He wanted to say no. He really did but, damn, he wanted answers. He nodded and glanced up and down the hall to make sure no one was watching. Malfoy looked too and they both seemed to unconsciouses agree it was safe to talk. They walked a few feet until they rounded a corner and were out of everyone's sight. The two boys stared at each other in silence. Harry opened his mouth to say something then closed it, wordless. What could he say? He went to say something again but Draco held a hand up.
"No, don't say anything, Potter. Last night? Just forget. Forget it, ok?"
Harry nodded and moved away from the blonde to the opposite wall. "Fine, Malfoy, I'll forget. You forget. I forget. Fine. Good. Fine." He breathed heavily and glanced at his feet. It was easy to say forget it but how could he. His first snog with a guy and it was Malfoy. And it wasn't that bad. Harry sighed. Malfoy looked at Harry with piercing eyes, probably trying to interpret the Gryffindor's sigh. He took a heavy breath calculating.
"About the great hall…" Malfoy started
Harry held a hand up. "Forget it. ok? I won't be going out anymore to the hall at night. I can't. You won't have to worry about seeing me there ever again." Harry finished in voice bitter strung. He was sure Malfoy had his cloak now but wouldn't be able to accuse the blonde of stealing without admitting he had been out after curfew and explaining why he left the hall in such a rush. At least, thinking about Malfoy as a thief lowered his desire in Harry's mind to nil. The blonde seemed to struggle for a moment. Apparently solving his inner problem he opened his book bag and pulled out a long piece of familiar fabric. He thrust the invisibility cloak into Harry's hands.
"There you go, Potter. Now you can't give that damn pansy, arsed, little whine about Malfoy having your stupid cloak. Like I wanted it. Take the stupid thing and clear off!"
Harry stared at his cloak for a second, surprised. He hadn't expected it back, thrust upon him. He hadn't expected Malfoy to sound so angry. He turned to the light haired Slytherin about to say thank-you. His mouth had other plans, especially when it came to Malfoy (If that night in the great hall was any indication).
"Did you wear it?" Harry snapped. Why did that matter? Malfoy had given it back with out bribes, threats or any thing. Out of his own good will. And he had to go and say that. Like it was an accusation. Stupid Harry! Why don't you shut up sometimes? A flash of something flittered on Malfoy's face.
"No, of course not. It smelled of you." Did Malfoy just say that? Apparently Malfoy could regret saying things, too. The boy had just smacked his own head and called himself an idiot. Harry couldn't understand what Malfoy had said. It smelled like him. This was said....Fondly?
It didn't make sense.
Forget making sense.
Harry darted to Draco slamming him into the wall, lips firmly attached. Not that the blonde minded with his little moans and placing his hands on Harry's chest. Harry breathed deeply through his nose as his tongue did a little dance over Malfoy's. This was...different. Not bad. Really nice, in fact. It was less painful then the last time and less awkward. Well, only a little less. Harry still had no idea where to put his hands and Malfoy's nose kept getting in his way. This is good. This is nice.
Why am I doing this?
Harry stopped, shocked. Why was he doing this? Kissing Draco Malfoy in the halls? During lunch? Lunch! He was going to be late! Didn't he say he would meet Hermione? There was an angry growl and he was pushed hard on to the Hall's other wall. Apparently, Malfoy didn't appreciate Harry stopping to think. He took the kiss over and well Harry couldn't really complain, could he? He didn't have to worry about his hands since they were nicely pinned at his sides. He groaned then stopped and pulled away. Draco panted, his skin blotchy in a breathless flush, eyes hot and large with lust. Harry felt his face redden. He gasped a breath.
"Why are we doing this?" Harry asked. The gray eyes narrowed and their owner went back to work on Harry's mouth. Draco obviously didn't like being stopped to ponder stupid facts. Harry frowned and stopped accepting the kiss. Maybe Draco Malfoy didn't question things like why but Harry Potter did.
"Why?" He asked in a take no crap tone. Malfoy growled again and started kissing Harry's neck and throat.
"Because," the blonde said stopping for a second. "Because I'm fucking gorgeous. You're fucking gorgeous. We're both so fucking gorgeous so lets um.." He stopped short when Harry kissed his mouth again. They moved down the hall, struggling against and moving against each other at the same time. A hand made its way in his robe, under his shirt and stroked his spine. Harry gasped at skin contact and pulled away from the kiss again. Draco grinned.
"What's the matter, Potter? To intense for the iddy, biddy Gryffindor ?"
Harry shook his head ignoring the Slytherin sly voice and insult. His eyes went down the halls, then back to the other boys face.
"It's just to you really think we outta be doing this here in the hall? Where anyone could stumble upon us?"
The shock on Malfoy's face showed Harry he hadn't even considered that factor. His eyes too studied the hall and Harry felt the blondes hand behind him.
"Good point, Potter. Why don't we continue this in here?" For a brief second, Harry had no idea what Malfoy was talking about. Then he felt air on his back and tumbled. Malfoy had opened the door that Harry had been leaning against. Harry's eyes went wide as he fell. What if there were people in this classroom? How would this look to them? Thankfully, the room was empty and Harry fell on his back hard with an 'ommp', the breath knocked out of him. Malfoy closed the door behind them and stood over Harry, with a predatory grin.
"Hurt yourself?" Draco asked, perhaps a bit too hopeful. Harry frowned and then hauled himself up. The two rivals stared at each other before they were lip on lip again. They stumbled across the room, bumping hard into desks, hands out trying to steer and hold on to the other. They made their way to the front of the room and stopped against the teachers desk, taking a moment to breath. Harry looked at the desk and a gleam came to his eye. He always wanted to....but he couldn't. Could he?
Why not?
He swept the desk clear with one arm and pushed Draco down on to it. The blonde was shocked for a moment, then relaxed and settled down on the desk pulling Harry down on top of him. Harry kissed the boy for all he was worth. He felt the body under him shift slightly and worried he was crushing the smaller boy. He pulled away and held himself over the other boy hand on either side of Malfoy's head and knees on either side of his waist. Harry held his face inches from Draco's and his messy hair brushed on the pale boy forehead. The blonde looked up heavy lidded looking extremely pleased and content.
"We aren't stopping, are we?" Malfoy asked eyes still half-closed, looking very well like he knew the answer.
"Um..."
When Harry wasn't able to answer, Malfoy grabbed his collar and pulled him into another kiss. He lay on top of the other boy, tingles going down his spine. He could fell the other boy under him. Feel each *gasp* jerk. Every aspect of the other body. Lithe hands again slipped into his robe and made their way down his chest to his navel laying there with soft butterfly strokes. The skin on Malfoy's palms was so soft and smooth. Harry just gasped resting from the kissing letting the hands play against his skin. Then the hands pulled up and started undoing his clock. Harry's eyes widened.
A little to fast.
"Malfoy."
The boy made no move to stop so Harry pulled the hands out of his robe and sat up. "Malfoy we can't."
"Can't we?" The blonde smirked and licked his lips leaning forward towards Harry.
"No, I'm serious."
"So am I."
"No." The Slytherin flinched slightly at Harry's refusal gray eyes darkening. They were more slate then anything else. The blonde laid back trying to pull Harry on top of him. His slate eyes stared deep into Harry.
"No, no. No morals Potter. Can't we just...can't we just? Just snog here on the desk...Please?" There was a certain pleading Harry could just hear in Draco's voice. He looked at the boy still. The gray eyes just closed and the blonde made a seemly silent plea. When the eyes opened Harry shook his head.
Malfoy was back and he pushed Harry roughly away and sat up. His eyes went cold, like cloudy ice. He straighten his robe and ran a hand through his hair.
"Fine. I think I'd better leave then." Draco got off the desk but Harry grabbed his arm stopping him from leaving. "Is there a problem Potter?" The drawl was also back. Harry nodded.
"Meet me at midnight in the great hall." The Gryffindor blurted out. Draco just stared.
"What?"
Harry pushed himself off the desk and headed towards the door. "You heard me. We have to talk but I have class now, so meet me in the great hall midnight. Unless the iddy, biddy Slytherin is scared of confrontation?"
"I'm Not...'
Harry was out the door and rushing to the potions classroom as fast as he could go. His heart pounding in his ears. He slowed and touched his lips. They were wet and tingling.
What had he gotten into now?
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Harry entered the great hall with a silent footfall, slipping between the doors and sitting himself on the Hufflepuff table. He clutched his cloak around him hoping for a little comfort and tried to calm his nerves. He wasn't sure if he was more worried if Malfoy didn't show up or if he did. He felt as if all the chocolate frogs he'd ever eaten were jumping about in his stomach. He tried to breath quietly. He had come a bit early but not by much. Malfoy should come in a few minutes if he showed up. Harry pulled his portable time hourglass up and stared at it. The red sand flowed straight, no matter how much you jostled it and silver letters glowing on the glass said the time left in 24 hours. There was only one minute left. The sand continued to pitter. Finally, when it was all out, the device chimed lightly and turned over.
Twelve midnight.
A bright light flashed above Harry's head. He looked up suddenly and watched the remainder of the show as one of the stars spontaneously super nova'd. The one next to it did so as well and Harry caught the whole thing. Then the ceiling was still again with only plain twinkling. Shaking his head Harry turned his eyes back to the door, still fingering his hourglass.
When the timepiece read 23:45 or, fifteen after twleve, Harry sighed and decided that Malfoy wasn't showing. He decided to head back to his dorm and try to avoid the blonde in future interaction.
Then, with a creak, the door opened. Harry sat up in surprised. Malfoy squeezed in between the doors and stood for a moment, looking slightly nervous. Harry's throat constricted as he looked. He must on some level found Malfoy attractive because of all the times they were kissing. Now, he could definitely feel his body jolting with attraction. When he wasn't scowling, Malfoy had soft features. His lips were basically the only color on his face, a soft rose red, both being pursed as his eyes looked around. His eyes changed color dramatically whenever Harry looked at him. With a shadow bearing down on Malfoy, his eyes held the shadow and glimmered dangerously. Looking at the blonde's eyes Harry wondered if the other boy used make up. His eyes looked so pronounced. Maybe it was just their color.
"Potter?" Draco hissed eyes searching the hall passing through Harry. Harry slipped off the Hufflepuff table and crept up behind Malfoy. He grinned maliciously at something that was lost on the other boy and leaned closer. The blonde hair, curled meticulously behind ears, was glossy and silky. Priss, Harry thought to himself. He reached out and brushed the hair, just as he whispered "Hi, Malfoy." in the ear. The reaction was just what Harry wanted. Malfoy jumped and surged forward, taking a sharp in take of air. His face was filled with panic as he turned to face the invisible Gryffindor. After a second, the panic melted away.
"Right." He covered his eyes shaking his head in disbelief. " Potter. Invisibility cloak. Obviously." He glanced in front of him. "Where are you?"
"Right in front of you."
Malfoy glared for the briefest period, then shook it away. He tucked his hair back behind his ears, licked his lips and generally tried to assume a fetching look.
It worked. Harry grinned again, even though no one was pary to it and eyed Malfoy up and down licking his lips, too. Nice very....
Wait! This is not the reason you brought him here, his mind reminded.
Right.
Draco got impatience and crossed his arms. "Well?" He said with a tap of his foot. "Take off your cloak so I can see you."
Harry shook his head then, remembering, "No."
Thin white brows shot up. "No?"
"Yes, no. As in the opposite of yes. As in, no, we are not going to get down and snog in the great hall."
"Again," Draco added with a tiny smirk playing his lips but eyes generally amused.
"Right, again."
"Why not?"
"Because Malfoy," Harry said with a sigh, "I think we need to talk."
"What if I disagree?"
Harry frowned, confused, "Well, then, that's too bad for you, isn't it? I'm not taking off my cloak now, so there's no way you can kiss me."
Draco snickered and said in an almost delighted voice. "I fail to see how your being invisible will stop me from having my wicked way with you."
"You'd be surprised." Harry said dryly, before side stepping and preventing Draco from running into him.
"Missed." He sang out. The blonde spun around ,putting his hands out in an attempt to feel Harry. Harry's shoulders shook in silent laughter as he slipped to the back of the Slytherin. Draco took small tentative steps in the wrong direction, swiping the air randomly. He stopped and cocked his head. Harry held his breath, so not to be heard.
"So, Potter, how are the mudblood and the pauper?" Draco drawled back, still to Harry.
Harry's boiled. "Don't call Hermione a......" He slapped a hand over his mouth and moved from the spot he was standing as soon as he figured out what Draco was up to.
"Ah ha!" Draco called, spinning, with a grin walking over to the spot Harry had just seconds ago occupied. Harry sneaked over to the Slytherin table and sat down on the dark furnishing.
"Cold. Very, very cold." Harry called, mockingly. Draco headed to the table now, frowning and puffing from the excursion from swinging his arms in demented circles. Harry slid off the table and watched amused as Draco ran his hands over it, trying to find the dark invisible boy. Harry again got behind Draco and very carefully blew on his neck, causing fine hairs to rise. A fine manicured hand slapped the back of its owner's neck before Draco spun around. Draco peered as though if he squinted, Harry might come into focus. Once his eye weren't staring directly at Harry, the Gryffindor reached out and gently flicked Draco's bangs. A hand shot out and Harry stumbled back.
He felt his cloak slip slightly and he could tell from the blondes face that Draco could see him. Harry pulled the hood up quickly and Draco charged. Harry pulled to the side but his invisible foot stuck out and tripped Draco. The boy twisted and slammed to the floor heavily. He lay there for a moment before standing. He bent over slightly in pain and held his leg.
"Are you ok?" Harry asked hoping the game hadn't gone to far.
Draco rubbed his thigh and winced as he sat on the Slytherin table. "I'm fine." He snapped.
"You sure?" Harry pressed.
Draco looked where he though Harry would be a little bit confused. "You really care, don't you?"
"Um...Yes? It was my fault, anyway." Harry admitted.
"So? Besides...that's not just a Gryffindor trait, is it?." He chuckled slightly but it seem forced, "You actually care if I hurt myself?"
"Yeah." Harry replied not sure what the blonde was getting at. Of course, he cared. "Wouldn't you care?"
Draco's head shook. "If you fell over? I'd probably laugh."
Harry felt slightly hurt. "I see." He muttered.
Draco heard and looked down slightly. "Its not like I want you hurt or, well, really hurt or dead or anything really. But, I guess, I don't care about things the same the great Harry Potter does." He ran a head through his hair. "I think I like having someone care if I hurt myself." He laughed nervously, "Even if I just fall on my arse."
Harry came closer and blew slightly at Draco. "Maybe its just your arse I care about?"
"My arse?" Draco said amused.
"I confess. I do like it." Harry bit his lip to keep from laughing. Draco smirked.
"Well, then, may I confess something to you?"
"Sure."
"Come closer. I don't want anyone to hear." Draco beckoned.
"Who'd hear?" Harry asked surprised.
"Doesn't matter. Just come closer." Harry stepped forward a few steps.
"Is that good?"
Draco tilted his head apparently judging by sound. He shook his head. "No, closer."
A few more steps. "How's this?"
"A bit closer."
"Now?"
Draco smiled seemingly sweet. "Perfect."
"So, what's your confession?"
Draco's arms snapped up and grabbed Harry's shoulders. "This was all a ploy." He murmured pulling Harry down to kiss his mouth.
Unfortunately for both, Draco had no visual confirmation and found Harry's nose instead. He pulled a way leaving a little peck there. Harry smiled and sat down on the table beside Draco.
"Let me help." He murmured pulling his hood down and leaning over to catch the other mouth. They leaned into each other, only touching with their mouths, eyes closed. Harry grabbed Draco's hands and held them away form him then pulled away. Draco made a move to kiss him again but Harry shook his head.
"Not right now."
Draco pulled away from Harry further on to the table and tucked his feet under himself. He crossed his arms.
"Fine, then, Potter. Now, what are we supposed to do?"
"Talk about us."
"I wasn't aware there was an 'Us'"
"Bad wording. I mean..." Harry stopped for a moment what did he mean? "Tell me about yourself"
"Why?"
"Because if you don't, I'll just leave and pretend the last week never happened."
Draco cocked his head and sized Harry up, "Is that supposed to be a threat?"
"You can take it anyway you want to," Harry shrugged.
"Fine. What do you want to know?" Draco asked, exasperated, after a minute. Harry smiled, glad his plan was somewhat working.
"Anything you can think of is fine."
"Anything?" Draco asked looking like he though Harry was trying to scam him.
"Sure, anything about yourself. I don't think I know much about you personally."
"What's in it for me?"
Harry rolled his eyes. Of course. "I'll take of my cloak."
"How about for everything I tell you, you remove another piece of clothing."
Harry slide off his cloak, just to have Draco see his glare.
"Ok, ok, forget it. Let me think." The smaller teen frowned thoughtfully, wrinkling his brow. "Fine, Potter, how about my favorite food is Yorkshire pudding."
The gray eyes snapped up at Harry questionably. Harry gestured for Draco to continue. The blonde sprawled back and lay his legs across Harry's lap. Harry looked at them for a moment, wondering if Draco was getting comfortable or if the boy was trying to seduce Harry back into snogging. A quick glance at Draco's face showed the blonde in deep thought, so Harry decided not to mention the legs.
"My favorite er.." The blonde's voice started up again and waited a moment for Harry to shift, so they could make eye contact. The tips of the Slytherin boy's ears were turning pink. Harry swallowed a grin, not wanting to mock the boy as they finally had a nice conversation going. Regardless, the blonde caught Harry's smile and frowned at him. Harry blinked blankly at him and the blonde sighed.
"Fine, be that way. My favorite color is.."
"Let me guess," Harry interrupted with a smirk, "Black."
Draco smiled back but then let it slip slightly. He shook his head, "No, blue."
"Blue, huh?"
The blonde nodded, "Yeah, sky blue but since nothing I own is that color, black takes a close second"
Harry smiled evilly, "Who would of guess your favorite color was baby blue." He poked one of the legs teasingly.
Draco crossed his arms and pushed his lower lip out sulkily. "I didn't say baby blue. I said sky blue. There's a difference."
"Whatever you say, Malfoy." Harry laughed at Draco's pouting. The two sat in silence for a moment.
"Well," Harry started, "Keep going." This was getting very educational.
Draco sat up slightly, "You want more? Hell, Potter this conversation is starting to sound like a dating Ad in the Daily Prophet." The blonde's voice rose in pitch and he fluttered his eyelashes at Harry. "I'm looking for a man who wants to have fun. I like long romantic walks along the beach at sunset."
Harry smirked. "Do you really?"
Draco shrugged and lay back, "Like walks on the beach at sunset? I'm not sure. I've never had one. I might like them."
Harry smiled, thoughtfully, imaging Draco at sunset, ivory hair ablaze with the orange red light. Now, in the slight light from the ceiling stars, his hair shown white and his eyes sparkled like silver, Harry decided that if these little meetings continued he was going to drag the blonde out in the moonlight just to see what he looked like.
Precious metal in the moonlight, he mused.
"What?" Draco's eyes glittered and Harry realized he must have been staring at the blonde. Harry smiled slightly and shook his head.
"It's nothing. Come on, Draco. There has to be more to you then your love of Yorkshire pudding and sky blue."
The Slytherin grinned. "Draco?"
Harry shrugged.
"Ok, how about my whole name is Draco Thaddeus Malfoy?"
Harry tried to hold it in but a guffaw slipped out. Draco glared and sat himself up moving close to Harry star light silver eyes flashing.
"Thaddeus?" Harry asked still laughing, "Your middle name is Thaddeus?"
Draco turned his nose up and answered frosty, "Yes but don't even think about calling me that!"
"No problem, Tad."
"And if you call me that I'll beat you within an inch of your life."
"Thaddie?"
"Oh, bugger off." Draco hissed looking sulky again, "Your middle name is probably Alison or something."
Harry shook his head, "'Fraid not. It's James."
Draco stuck his tongue out, "Herald James Potter? And I thought my name was bad."
Harry stuck his tongue out to then laughed lightly for a moment, before sobering. He looked at Draco, biting his lower lip. This was fun but it didn't make anything clearer. Draco was actually pleasant to be around when he wasn't insulting Harry or his friends. Harry wondered if it was hard for Draco to be nice or the other way around. Did Draco have trouble being a prick all the times? Harry just wanted to understand what was happening and what his feelings were. He wasn't sure he knew. Draco had also grown silent with Harry and just watched the Gryffindor, face unreadable. He fiddled with a button on his robe, breathing heavily.
"What?" Draco asked after a while turning his head and causing a bit of blonde hair to fall in front of his eyes. Harry resisted the urge to brush it aside. Draco's eyes connected with Harry staring tensely. "No, really, what?" The Slytherin sighed. "What is it, Potter?"
Harry shook his head. "Who are you?"
Draco looked amused for a second. "I'm pretty sure you know the answer to that question."
Harry poked the blonde hard on his chest. "No, I mean, who are you Draco Thaddeus Malfoy? You know, on the inside."
"There not much else to know about me Pott...I mean, Harold James Potter. What you see is what you get."
"So, a spoilt rich brat is it." Harry asked half-teasing, half-truthful.
"If that's what you think." Draco's face darken when he said that and he turned his eyes to the stars on the ceiling, seemly trying to forget Harry and all of it. Harry touched the boys shoulder, making him look in Harry's eyes.
"I highly doubt you're just that." Harry said softy wanting nothing more then to kiss the lips that belonged to those damn haunted eyes. Draco laughed coldly.
"What makes you think that? What am I inside, hmm, Harry? What is Draco Malfoy?"
"I don't know. That's what I'm trying to find out."
Draco chuckled and waved a hand. "Good luck." The silence filled oddly between them and they both tilted their heads to look at the enchanted stars. The blue black sky pulsated with tiny pinpricks of light.
"Draco?" Harry murmured after a while.
"Mmmh."
"What's your one ambition in life?"
"To not become my father." Was the instant reply. Grey eyes widened slightly and cheeks went rosy.
"But I thought you idolized your father?" Harry asked confused.
"I did..I..I mean, I do!" Draco said, looking very much like bolting out of the hall. Harry guessed he hadn't been planing on revealing that fact to anyone. Harry rested a hand on Draco's hand for reassurance which the blonde stared at like a foreign object. Then closing his eyes, he clasped Harry's hand with his own. Harry smiled.
"So, you gonna tell me about you father?"
"What's to tell?"
"I'm sure there's something. You looked like he was about to pop up and hex you the second you let your father devotion fail."
Draco glared. "Fine, Harry you really want to know?"
Harry nodded.
Draco shrugged and started voice level and cold. "When I was little, I very much wanted to be my father. He always gave me what I wanted. I thought he knew every thing." Draco glared in Harry's direction but the Gryffindor could tell the face was meant for some distant memory. Draco went on focusing on that memory. "My father. He always tells me what to do. I always listen. I don't think I can't do what he tells me to do. Sometimes it scares me that he has so much control but then." Here the blonde shrugged again. "I've never lived without him telling me what to do. I don't know if I can live without him telling me what to do. I don't think I can make my own choices. I think I'm a puppet." The gray eyes blinked rapidly, looking back up at the ceiling.
Harry bite his lip feeling torn. He never knew the Slytherin felt like that. Hell, he never knew the Slytherin could have any feelings.
"Hey, Draco." He said softly, squeezing the blondes hand. "This is a choice, you know? Your own choice." The gray eyes came down again surprising light and raw. Draco's head shook.
"If my father ever found out that, I......" Draco faltered
"That you'd what?" Harry prodded. Draco smiled and pulled Harry's lips to his. Slowly and carefully he kissed bringing the hand not holding Harry's to stroke the Gryffindor's cheek. Pulling away he sucked Harry's lower lip slightly. Harry looked at him blinking at the...sweetness of the kiss. Draco squeezed Harry's hand.
"If my father ever found out that I want to do that until the sun comes up he'd kill me."
Harry leaned closer breathing in Draco's scent, taking in the pale boy. He smiled.
"What he doesn't know can't hurt him."
"You know it's a long time until sunrise?"
"A very long time hopefully."
"Mmm hmm."
*******
"You're just a gods, damn, bastard, that's what!" Harry's voice rang harshly in the almost empty room. Cold steel tried to stare him down, becoming almost slits.
"My lineage is totally pure, I'll have you know. If anyone is a bastard it is most likely you. You and your Mudblood of a mother."
"I swear Draco if you say one more word, I'll slit your throat."
"Word. Go ahead, Harry."
Harry's chest shuddered with each breath as his emerald eyes turned poison. His figures curled itching to wrap themselves around his lover's neck, tear at the tender flesh and rip that gods awful grin of his face. How their small argument had gotten this far, Harry didn't know. It had started with a last meeting between Harry and Draco, before the school year ended. They had snuck out after dinner to one of the empty classrooms, planning spend the night together. Once they arrived, Draco presented Harry with bouquet of bright yellow flowers. He handed them over, claiming Harry was the more womanish of the two. Harry retaliated by whapping Draco on the head with the flowers, which escalated to a wrestling match which ended with them making out. That, of course, lead to them reliving each other of robes and other tension. Afterwards, they lay, only having put their robes back on half way.
"You know," Harry had stated head snuggled on Draco's shoulder slowly tracing the blonde chest out. "I'm really going to miss this over the summer."
"Me, too." Draco had added with a content sigh. His face was close to Harry's and causing the black bangs to sway with every exhale.
"So." Harry said nervously biting his lip tracing having slowed. "So, I was thinking that maybe this summer....."
"Yes?" Draco asked. He open his eyes and looked into Harry's. Then he frowned and pulled away. "No."
Harry rolled his eyes in annoyance. "Look, I don't see what the big deal is. Surly you can find a way to sneak out of the manor. I just want to see you some time. It could be a birthday present." Harry grinned sitting over Draco.
Draco looked up still unhappy. "It's not a good idea. Weasley could see us or something."
Harry rolled his eye again, knowing Draco was just grasping for excuses. With a bit more prodding, he knew he could wear Draco down. "You don't have to come to the Burrow then. I'll sneak you into the Muggle's house. I'm sure my bed can hold two people and it doesn't squeak." Harry leaned closer blowing into Draco's ear. "And if it does squeak, we can always go at it on the floor." Harry ended in a sultry whisper.
The luwed suggestion affected the blonde in the way Harry hoped. He had redden and looked quite interested breathing heavy anticipation. Then he cooled.
"No, Harry." he said firmly. "It's a bad idea."
"If you're worried about getting caught, you shouldn't. If we plan it, a quick little visit will go off with out even a hitch. It'll be fine."
"No."
"Come on, Drake. You haven't even giving me a good me a good reason as to why not."
"God, Potter! I don't want to talk about this right now."
Silence.
"Potter?" Harry repeated in a hurt voice.
It had gone downhill from there. Draco had apologized but hadn't sounded very convincing. Harry acted all huffy at Draco. Finally, Draco had snapped at Harry saying if he wanted to date a woman, he would just be straight. Harry retorted with he wanted to date a little boy, he would become a pedophile. Then they started the name-calling, insults to friends, houses, personalities and, the all time kicker, mothers.
They stood now fully robed glaring at each other the same rivals as they had been at eleven. All their old arguments had been dredged up any misdemeanor on either's half.
"Come on Harry. Aren't you going to make good on your threat?" Draco asked with his usual drawl smirk duo.
"You know what?" Harry asked turning his back on the blonde. "Fuck you. If you don't want to see me this summer fine." Harry stomped out of the room and went to the Gryffindor common room to celebrate and pretend he was fine. The next day he felt guilty and wished he hadn't pestered Draco to snapping first. He wasn't sure what to do. They were leaving for Hogsmeade to catch the train. Maybe the blonde would owl him; Draco had insisted that Harry not owl him in case his father caught wind of them. Harry was still slightly angry with Draco but maybe if they talked before they left?
Harry was outside walking along with Ron beside him, joking, misinterpreting Harry's depression for the fact he was going back to the Dursleys. Finally, one of the red heads stupid jokes made Harry break into a grin and snicker slightly. Ron grinned.
"That's better, Harry." The taller boy gave Harry a warm brotherly bear hug making Harry feel better. Yeah, maybe it would all be fine. He always had Ron and Hermione to help him.
That was when Draco had appeared out of no where. Harry hadn't even seen the blonde the whole day and then he was there. Before either of the Gryffindor could say a thing to him, he pulled back and slammed his fist into Ron's face. The blonde turned and ran back towards the castle. Harry stared in shock at Draco's back then at Ron. He wanted to chase after that Slytherin, hit him and figure what the hell he was thinking.
Ron wasn't moving.
Shit!
Blood poured from his friends nose and mingled with the same colored hair. Harry looked for someone around to help him but saw no one. He grabbed his friend up and staggering under Ron's weight made his way as fast as he could to the infirmary.
Twenty minutes later, Draco showed up while Harry waited outside. Hermione was inside and Madam Pomfrey was still patching up the redhead.
Harry shouted at Draco. About everything. The time Harry had whispered he loved the blonde and the blonde said nothing. All the insults in the halls. All the taunts. All the times he was stood up. The topper Draco punching an unprovoked Ron. Harry told Draco he wished the blonde never existed. Said they had no relationship. Said they were over. He finished, out of breath.
Draco looked him calmly in the eye.
"Whatever you say, Potter."
And walked away.
Harry stood dumbly.
Whatever you say, Potter.
He couldn't believe it. It was over. He didn't scream. He didn't cry. He didn't rush at the blonde and kill him. He just stared at the retreating form and hated Draco Malfoy with every fiber of his being.
**~~~~**
The black truck slid to a stop haphazardly on the side of the road, almost in a ditch. Harry pulled the keys out of the ignition and tossed them onto the front seat. He pocketed his wand, then wiped his brow. It had been tricky a few times, getting the big muggle truck through the anti-muggle wards set around. He finally made it, though. He could see the Weasley homestead just ahead. Harry swallowed hard, trying to prepare for his friends and their reaction.
Memories lingered in his mind, dark and light. He wished they would go away. They made his feelings stir intense and sharp. He didn't want these memories right now. He didn't want to love Draco right now.
He went out and open the back door, giving the blonde a glare.
"I hate you."
I hate that I still love you.
"Why can't I hate you?"
He picked up the smaller man and cradled him. Only this one person could make him feel like this. Hate twisted love. He couldn't not feel with him. He couldn't not love him, no matter how much he hated him at the same time.
And now he would have to tell his two best friends that was how he felt. Harry turned and headed towards the Burrow with the same steps as a man headed towards his execution.
And that's what it felt like.
*******
Aaaaand cut. There. Done and done,
The title is a song from Hair, if anyone is interested.
As for the next chapter, I'm not quite sure when it'll be done. It might take me a while. I've started it and have it planed out but it still will take a while to see results.
On that thought, here's a little preview: There's gonna be some slight (Well, massive) Hr/R in case you're wondering. In the next chappy Hermione and Ron find out about Draco and Harry relationship. Hermione and Harry will talk. Nothing really definite yet since I do kinda make it up as I go along.
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