Chapter 5: Spying

Monday, October, 5th


"Harry! Finally I find you. Come, quick!"

The brown-haired student turned back on his chair, only to see Seamus running towards him.

Ten minutes ago, Hermione, Ron and himself had reluctantly emerged from the mediwizardry class. With a war looming round the corner, the Headmaster had judged of great use the creation of a medicine class. As expected, it had been an utter success.

At the ring of the bell, the questions were still fusing and Mrs. Pomfrey was far too happy seeing her students taking so much pleasure in finally learning some useful spells to stop them.

As Hermione had Muggles Studies afterwards and Harry and Ron had to endure Mrs. Trelawney's babbles, they had been forced to make their way out. Ron had insisted on escorting Hermione to her classroom, Harry went directly to the dungeons. And there, as he waited for his friend, Seamus had suddenly appeared and dragged him along the corridor without a word of explanation.

Compelled to miss his Divination class, which he did with quite a bit of pleasure, Harry quickly recognized the way towards the infirmary. Suddenly he felt sick to his stomach. The infirmary's door creaked open and Hermione rushed out, red-eyed, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Mione?! What happened?"

"Harry !" she hugged him tightly, hiding her face in his neck, "Ron. He just had left me in the classroom when I heard him scream. By the time I re-opened the door, I found him lying unconscious on the floor. I don't understand what happened. Oh my god, Ron."

"Did you informed Dumbledore?"

"Yes, he went away the moment you arrived."

"Is his case severe?"

"Madame Pomfrey said he's in a coma, and she doesn't- she can't wake him up, oh Harry."

"Did you see anything in the corridor when you found him; something that will help us?"

"No the corridor was empty bef. Malfoy! I remember! I saw him turn the corner some meters ahead of us."

"Malfoy. I go to the Slyth's tower."

"Harry, no! You'll only get problems. I know you're in. in rather good terms with Malfoy, but Madame Pomfrey thought it might be very powerful dark magic. What if he decides to hex you?"

Harry stoked her hair reassuringly, "You're right, but we need information to cure Ron. Maybe Dr. Malfoy saw someone, and, after all, it isn't the first time I have to infiltrate the Slytherin's wing."

She sighed, "Just be careful"

He grinned, "You know me" and went away.

On his way to the north wing, covered by his Cloak, with the Marauders Map clutched tightly in his hand he thought back to his sixth year. At that time, the death-eaters attacks were growing more and more numerous and murdering.

Flash-back

When the new of Lord Voldemort's departure to Rumania reached them, it was a so big release. but then, Charlie, who worked there, suddenly stopped writing. Two months later, out of desperation, Arthur Weasley convinced the Ministry to send Aurors. They failed to find Charlie again, and another name was added to the long list of the Death-Eaters' victims.


But then, at the return of tearful Yule holidays, Ron noticed a pendent he remembered as belonging to Charlie, around Malfoy's neck. All his sorrow abruptly and violently burst out in as much anger. Ron, possessed by a livid madness, threw himself at Malfoy and they both rolled on the floor. At the end of their not so long one-side battle, Draco's head brutally stroke against the pedestal of a statue and, as Ron punched the blond back to the other side of the corridor; Harry caught the sight of a blood's thread dripping along the plinth. He tried to restrain his friend from killing Malfoy but, as the redhead showed him a tear-strained, inflamed face then went back beating Draco, Harry knew he wouldn't be able to make his friend see reason. Harry watched in horror as a puddle of blood silently and fluently extended under the grayish and bruised corpse of the blond. Uncertain of what he did, he stupefied Ron.

During the twenty-four hours Malfoy had then remained resting in the hospital wing; Harry had somehow convinced the headmaster to question the Slytherin about the pendent. All the young man had revealed was that Charlie had offered it to him; he didn't say anything about the life or death of Ron's brother. Dumbledore had refused the utilisation of Veritaserum and had given Ron four months of detention.


In his heart, Harry didn't think Malfoy could have hex Ron. Why would he change into being his old rotten bastard of a self again? But then, he could also wondered why did the blond originally changed?

Harry stayed outside the tower for ten good minutes till a second year he didn't know decide to get out. He slipped through the now opened entrance. In the common room, a group of first year was assiduously working on their homework, supervised by Malcolm Baddock, a fourth year. In a shadowed corner of the room, Harry discerned who he was looking for. A blond face was discussing with Blaise Zabini and the Bloody Baron but Harry couldn't make out what they said. It seemed Latin.

"That will be all for today, end of the meeting," concluded Malfoy, stretching his arms, "And I need a shower."

Blaise arched his eyebrows, "A shower? We're not six o'clock yet!"

Draco adopted a haughty attitude, just as a colonel interrogating his troops. "Do you mind when I shower, soldier?"

"No, chef!"

"So go back to your own ass, soldier!"

"Yes, chef!"

They grinned as their exchange and Draco happily turned away. Harry suddenly realised where he was standing: ahead the slightly opened door of the bathroom, but also trapped in the corner, Draco coming towards him. Without thinking, he sneaked into the room, followed by the blond, who keyed-closed the door. Harry was trapped.

Slowing his breathing, pressing his back against the wall, wondering how to get out of this shit, he certainly wasn't ready for little Hormones-Harry showing up.
'Oh. It seems we'll finally glean some information by coming here; as, is he as hot as you heard he is?'

Harry gulped when the seducing blond slowly removed his robes that fall on the floor in a rustle. He closed his eyes when Draco understood unbuttoning his shirt, feeling his blood starting to boil and inappropriate hot wicked thoughts getting held of his brain. The shirt joined the robes and soon the pants came next.

'Hum. Touchy, touchy, aren't we? If you just extend your hand some inches, you have his cute roundly butt. Yes, really cute.'

'Shut up!'

'Okay, okay.'

Harry bit his bottom lip, trying to detach his thoughts from the now utterly naked sexy silver-headed Apollo, but all he could think of was how this perfect milky skin would feel under his hand, and how these thin rosy lips would taste on his tongue. And seeing the slender and delicate body yet showing toned curves of muscles, in front of him was making Harry grow hard with incredibly speed.

'Mooning Myrtle, think of Mooning Myrtle in bikini.'

To Harry's much release, Malfoy finally entered into the shower and, as so, was partially hidden from his sight.

Putting his thoughts in order, he scanned the Marauder's map, still covered by his cape; and saw the Common Room was now empty. He caught Malfoy's wand, which was sticking out of his pants' pocket and exited the bathroom, then, the Slytherin's tower.

Under the shower, the handsome Adonis's lips curved into a smile.

- - - - - - - - - -

Back into the Gryffindor's common room, he found Hermione waiting for him, and explained all that happened, omitting - of course - first, that they were in the bathroom; second, that Draco was naked; and third, all the embarrassing reactions of his body.

"But why did you take his wand?" she finally asked, astonished.

"Hum. I thought that if we had his wand, he would answer our questions about Ron."

"And he wouldn't have answer without us blackmailing him?"

"Ah. Yes."

"He would have if you... Malfoy!"

Harry turned his eyes from the Slytherin's wand he was holding to the way Hermione was looking at and found a freshly washed, cologne smelling, platinum blond.

"Malfoy!" he exclaimed in resonance, "How did you entered?"

"Opening the portrait door, as everyone."

"How could you know the password?", his tone was suspecting.

"Maybe we could talk in private."

Hesitating, Hermione went away.

"Passwords are the last of my problems. Yourself don't care a lot about them, do you, Harry?"

"You..."

"Yes, Potter, I know. I know you were in the Slytherin tower, just some minutes ago. I know you spied on me..." , he grinned mischievously, "... and, by the way... did you appreciate the show?"

Harry's face was by now redder than a too much ripe tomato, and Draco continued staring at him, the thin smile on his lips growing in a from eye to eye smile.

"But I have other things to attend to. May I have my wand back, please?"

Harry opened his mouth to retort but the words stayed stuck in his throat as his eyes fell down on Malfoy's chest.

"You're gaping, Potter."

Harry slowly raised his eyes till seducing and smiling gray ones. "What are you doing starker?"

"Starker? Potter, you're exaggerating, my shirt is slightly opened. But now that I'm informed of your interest, if you're kind, tomorrow I'll open it a little more just for you."

Harry talked some incomprehensible nonsense."No, I, that's not, I, what you."

"Okay, okay, I got it, Potter. You want another show?"

Harry's face illuminated, "Yes. No!", he frowned the eyelids, "And stop doing this!"

Draco took a step forwards, "Doing what?" he asked with big puppy eyes.

And Harry a step backwards, "That! Being kind and smiling and stripping and. Why did you strip if you knew I was here anyway?"

"You were funny."

"Funny?" Harry felt his heart crack and tears coming to his eyes, "You played with me."

"I? You're inverting the roles, Potter! Must I remind you of who was spying on whom?"

"..."

Malfoy sighed at the silence, "I confess, I played on you. Are you happy, now?"

"No."

"No?"

"No, I'm not happy you cold-hearted Slytherin bastard! You played with me! That's... I hate you!"

The second he said it, the second he regretted it. Now, Malfoy would know how he felt about him. The blond would laugh at him the same he must have laugh when Harry had rushed out of the bathroom.

Harry flung down Malfoy's wand and turned his back at him. "Go away," he told with the more convincing and threatening voice he could produce at the moment.

The silence felt again in the common room. Harry was trembling but hoped it didn't show too much. When he had finally found out and recognised his love, he discovered the one in his heart only wanted a good laugh. Hot tears stated falling on his baby-peach cheeks.

"I'm sorry."

Harry turned back instantly, uncaring about his tears. "What did you say?" he whispered in a breath.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings."

The blonde's face was serious. He picked up his wand, put in on the inside pocket of his robes and when his hand appeared again, it was holding a handkerchief. He crossed the few steps that separated him from Harry and, without a word but never quitting his kind-hearted smile, he tenderly dried the trickles of tears.

And there, bordering on immobility and caresses, Harry kept still like this some seconds, resisting the desire to place the entirety of himself against him, to touch him with all his skin.
At last, Malfoy spoke, "So, why did you spy on me?"

"I was searching an evidence of who could have hex Ron."

"It isn't a Slytherin."

"Do you know who attacked him?"

"Not exactly, but I know the spell and the antidote."

"R... Really?!? Would you... no, of course."

"I accept, but at one condition."

"Which is?"

"That he doesn't come near any of the Slytherins again. He disturbs them."

"Is that all?"

"That's already a lot for him, I'm sure."

"Okay, I agree."

Draco took a small sachet out of a pocket and hangs it on to Harry. "Dilute a pinch in a glass of water and drink it to him slowly. He'll wake up some minutes later."

"Thank you," Harry's eyes were sparkling with happiness.

"You're welcome."

- - - - - -

Wednesday, October, 7th


Harry was in the Gryffindor's common room, sat in the couch, in front of a lightening and warming fire, when Ron entered the place and sat at his side.

"Harry"

"Hum?"

"Can we talk a moment?"

The Gryffindor detached his eyes from the Herbology book he was holding and looked at his best friend. "Sure, what do you want to know?"

"Hum. Actually, I just wanted to talk, you don't need to tell anything if you don't want to, but I didn't know who to speak about this but you, so."

"Ok, I listen."

"It's about Malfoy."

Harry flushed a little and silently thanks the sky that Ron was thrown into the contemplation of the ceiling.

"Do you think he has changed?"

"Hum... I see what you want to say. I think... He's not his usual git anymore and he helped us to save you."

"Is that all?"

'No, he's also damn sexy when he smiles' "Yes, why?"

Ron sighs, "I was searching for Ginny. I wanted to know if she had received a letter from Mum. But when I was going to enter the bedroom, I heard them. There was almost all of the Gryffindor's girls in the room and many boys too that I don't want to name. They were discussing girl's stuff, as what they wanted to wear for the ball in a month, or... or who they fancy."

Harry smiled. "so, which one for you?"

"No one."

"Oh, Ron, I'm sorry, I..."

"No need, I've already Hermione and, by the way, you're in the same case."

"Ah? But who do they like, then?"

"One guy, only one guy, ... Malfoy."

"Ma... Malfoy." Harry flushed. 'No wonder why, I've never seen someone as...'

Hermione, who entered the room, interrupted his thoughts. She watched them a moment.

"Oh, I don't like your looks. What are you up to, this time?"

"Nothing," snapped Ron

"Ron!" Harry casts a reproving glance in his friend's direction "Can you sit with us, 'Mione?"

She sat in front of them.

"Is this right that... Hum... that three quarters of the house fancies Malfoy?"

Harry crossed his legs, aware of his shivering body as some of his dreams came back in his mind.

"Hum..." She thinks for a while, "Yes, I think so."

"But... why?" asked Ron "Why this slimy rotten bastard? I mean... Everyone seems to like him when, last year, they all hated him. It's just too much for me to take, you understand.""

Hermione turned his eyes towards him. It was so strange to see him like that, so miserable. He had matured in three days, at the account of Malfoy's behaviour and no longer got excited as before. She had a comforting smile. "Because... I must admit, Malfoy has always been handsome, or sexy, as you want it. He has manners, style, presence, natural leadership, good-looking aspects, and since he's not a git anymore..." Harry looked at Ron with his I told you so smile "He's the number one of the shaggable student list. And..."

She saw Harry flushed more that it was humanly possible, clutched his hands, then came them undone, then clutched them again, and casts a look at his legs he put closer and closer together. She smiled mischievously, a lightening in the eye, "And I think it do it."

"And you?"

She watched Ron, "What me?"

"You fancy him too?"

She grinned, "Ron, you're jealous!"

It was his time to flush and, lowering his gaze, he whispered a nodding.

"I don't fancy him. I just think that he might be better than what we were thinking about him. And besides, I already have a wonderful boyfriend."

Ron's face enlightened again and he stood up. "Am going to bed, Harry, you come?"

Harry was going to follow him when Hermione cleared her throat, "Harry, I need to speak to you a little if you don't mind."

"Hum... no, no," he sat again.

"So, what do you think of Malfoy?"

"M... me? I... I don't know. We barely fought this year. Why?"

"Why? Oh, but you know why, Harry. Malfoy is attractive, in a way or another. There's not a single girl in all Hogwarts who doesn't think so."

"Even you?"

"Even me. But what I want to say is that half the boys also feel that way towards him."

"Ah. So many?"

"Yes, so many," she grinned, "Must I include you in the number?"

"No!"

"Harry, Harry. I know about the love life of half the Gryffindors, I know about yours. Watch me right in the eyes and tell me again you don't fancy him."

He watched her "I... I..." and turned his eyes away.

"Whoa. The Boy Who Lived wants to get into his arch nemesis's pants!"

"Hermione, not so loud."

"Harry, there's no problem in that."

He stood up in a jump.

"No problem? There's no problem in wanting to have sex with a Slytherin? I mean, he's been kind and all but he's still a Slytherin and the others wouldn't..."

"Harry, calm and sit down."

He does.

"Since you actually have not been paying attention to the rumors, you mustn't know the real nature of Malfoy."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that if he's the sexiest student Hogwarts have had in years, if not in centuries, he also uses his charms well."

He raised en eyebrow, "I don't understand."

"In one month, he's been bedding at least a quarter of the seventh years, all houses mixed."

"You... You've got to be kidding."

"No, I'm serious. I also think that he's infatuated with Seamus."

"Seamus? You mean, my roommate has sex with Draco?"

"Oh, that's Draco, now?"

He flushed "Huh... no, I..."

"It's all right, but Harry, I must know one thing: what do you sincerely and verily want from him?"

"I... I..." he hesitates a bit, "I dream of it, I dream of it every night, him doing all this incredible things to me, with his hands, with his tongue, with his..." he stopped, embarrassed.

"I get the picture. You got him under your skin."

He sights, "You don't know how hard it is when we're paired in potions. It's driving me mad. I just can think of one thing: to grab him and to tell him to have his wicked way with me, there, even in the front of the entire class."

"Oh, my! Harry, you're obsessed by him, you've always been and..."

"Always? I was not obsessed by him!"

"Yes, you were! He was the only one able to make you feel alive, I've seen your eyes lightened before each quidditch match against Slytherin. Even when you were depressed, one single fight against him and you got better. He made you live, Harry, you can't deny it! And now that he isn't arguing anymore and that you're grown up, the needs change. And his bloody to die for body doesn't help you."

"But... what can I do, Hermione?" he withdraws his arms over himself, "I can see him, I can smell him, I can feel him. If Ron discovers that, I'm..."

"No. Harry, please, think by yourself. You're the only one concerned here."

"Yes. But there's nothing I can do. Draco. He's a Malfoy and I'm Harry Potter, we're to be enemies, people will never see it another way. I come to a deadlock."

"You never cared about what others thought before."

"But he does. He won't agree to tarnish his image by hanging out with me."

"He saved Ron, remember. He saved Ron because you asked him to, and moreover, if you can't seduce him sentimentally, you can try the bodily way."

Harry's eyes opened wide, "What..."

"I've heard that he has a... rather insatiable sexual appetite."

"Hermione!"

"What? It's the verity! Rumors say he's out every nights and I've seen it, he goes to the fifth floor very often."

"Seen?"

"I'm Head Girl, Harry, I must know when students are out at night. Did you know he had refused the Head Boy's post?"

"No, why?"

"I don't know. It must have been too much responsibilities for a guy who doesn't respect rules."

"Hum."

"Harry, think about it a while, what you really want from him. Then, we'll improvise."

"OK. am going to bed, if you don't mind."

"Good night. or rather good dreams, not too many shagging, Harry, we have Herbology and DADA tomorrow."

"I'll remember it, g'night."