Okay, the story is supposed to be flowing really quickly so far! I know it is leaving you wandering WTF, However I promise you, in next chapters it will start to make more sense.
This chapter contains an original character which I own, because she is based on my best friend, and just so you know it's a favour for a mate, who really believes in my and this story… and Sasuke's penis! Lol!
Also, I do not own anything 'Naruto' or 'Harry Potter' however I do own my own plot and idea's. I hope you all enjoy, there shall be mayhem soon.
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Draco's arched body seized up once again as he violently threw up his perfect, memory filled sandwiches and apple juice. His fingers were lodged in his throat, pushing down over and over again; to make sure all the contents of his stomach were out of him.
His mind was running on one track: Why?
Draco had often imagined himself with someone tall, dark and gorgeous in his arms, walking between heaven and hell. In these thoughts, he saw so many struggles, so many triumphs, but never anyone taken away from him.
Why, oh why did Harry have to fit the description, whilst already taking him to heaven, but drop him in hell on his own?
Nothing could be answered well enough, nothing could make sense, and Draco's empty stomach now hurt, and to avoid ripping the lining again, he stopped.
But he needed a release, very unlike the one Harry had provided earlier.
And then it hit him. More food! Yes, he thought, genius idea.
And to the kitchens he went.
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Harry was currently pacing in between the walls of his alcove, desperately disgusted with himself, for reasons even he was unsure of.
Oh yes, an idiot was he! But he couldn't help it, the way Draco looked so innocent, so vulnerable, so beautiful. The way he made Harry feel so wanted and protected, even though Harry was the dominating partner in the terrible act they had committed.
"I…I just fucked a guy," He told the wall, as he was pacing between each side of the small demi-room, "I…I am not gay…" He shook his head; He defiantly was not gay… just like the note had said.
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Draco left his room, his legs straining as he walked with strict direction of the kitchens, they were down in the dungeons, a bit of a long way, but he knew he had to do it, to taste, to devour, to consume.
He reached the first set of stairs, pacing as if walking away from murder. 'You are murdering yourself… slowly.' Melva's voice ran through his brain, but a quick shake of the head sent her flying, so far away.
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Harry had entered his fire place with strict directions for the kitchens; it was horrible of him to be so harmful and rude to such a frail…no… Draco was not frail; despite the fact he looked it. He had always looked that way, had he not?
He wanted to go down and get a tray of food again, and take it up and explain to Draco why he had acted he did, and so, to the kitchens he too went.
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Harry arrived at the kitchens, seconds later, and left mere moments after that. The house elves were so desperately trying to busy themselves, seeing as there was so little to do with the student population wiped out for Christmas.
He flooed directly into Draco's rooms, and noticing he was not there, sat himself down, to wait for the hurl of abuse.
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Sasuke sighed heavily. The push of air from his lungs kept threatening to make the tears fall, it hurt, he hurt.
He was walking beside the lake, watching as snow fell graciously, covering the ground in a blanket made of cold.
He felt like he fitted in when England had there winters, this was because in winter he would stand out, push the boundaries of life, not be afraid to admit feelings, because the cold made his feelings prominent. And to feel slightly warmer, his feelings would get slightly more extravagant, making him noticeable from afar.
And today, Sasuke was sad, down, depressed and walking without his companion Naruto. Because he needed the alone time.
The one thing that Naruto would never get a grip on was the fact that Sasuke hated England so much, yet thrived in it. He looked so much better, sounded so much better, was fighting without feeling now and he could sleep, fairly decently.
And not only did he hate England for all the wrong reasons, Sasuke loved it for the wrong reasons too, the comfort, the lack of responsibility, and his girlfriend Sophie.
Sophie was a Durmstang student, who he had met whilst attending the rotten school. Yes she was just as bad as everyone else, but in a different way.
She stood up for herself, made her presence known, even though she didn't think that she did at all. She could kill someone easy, no thought about it, and he liked that, the toughness, the strength, and she put up a fight with Sasuke, letting him know she would in no way accept him dying or cheating on her.
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"Sophie," Sasuke looked directly at her, smiling, in his hand was a small box, "Open it!"
She smiled, not saying anything again, in the same way she always does, and it killed Sasuke, for he didn't know what she was thinking. She was sussing the situation, taking her time, looking between him and the box.
Taking it from him, she placed it on the table that was illuminated by candle and moonlight and continued with her studying, still not saying a word.
Sasuke could understand this, the dismissal of his gift. She was angry on the inside, for tomorrow he was going away. But she wouldn't let it show, she loved him to much to do that.
And yes, she was breaking on the inside, she was loosing grip, her attitude wasn't showing through.
She could only play one memory through in her mind that night: the day they met…
It was Sasuke's second day at Durmstang, and he was notably out of place, and struggling against the tide of English snobs. This was his main problem at the time, the English, its language, and such rude people.
Sophie walked up to him, as he sat in the middle of the concrete graveyard that was the outdoors space of Durmstang.
Naruto had gone to talk to Kakashi, leaving Sasuke alone.
He looked nervous as Sophie strolled over, but the way she moved with such confidence and attitude made Sasuke relax.
She looked beautiful in the light, her long black hair flowing to her back, her bright blue eyes peering at him questioningly.
He looked up at her, raising an eyebrow, before they both chuckled.
"Konnichiwa," She said, smiling.
And Sasuke just nodded his head, his heart beating so fast.
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Sasuke missed her. He childish giggle, her hair, her blue eyes that certainly would send Draco running for his money.
She was a musician as well, drummer, and he reasoned that deep down this is a memory of her and that's why he gained the drums from Dumbledore.
He missed the way she would smoke, holding her cigarette so delicately between her fingers, inhaling as if in deep thought.
She was beautiful, that was for sure.
But Sasuke had priorities, things he knew he had to do, even though he wasn't exactly sure on what those things to do might be. It sucked, a little too much for his liking.
Sasuke's walk was helping with his pain and depression. His expressionless face was being racked with snow and cold but he ignored it and continued to pace with an unknown stimulus.
But sounds…sounds unnatural to the mind were filling his senses. Bangs, shouting, names. Pans clashed together and a squeak from a house elf.
A sign.
And he too paced as quickly as possible towards the kitchens.
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For an unknown reason, Harry had gotten up and flooed directly too the kitchens. On arrival he was met with panic and a bruised disorientated Draco, who was lying on a table in the middle of the kitchen, that had previously been used for solitary diners.
"Harry?" Draco asked.
"What happened, are you ok?" Harry too asked, softly.
"What's going on!" Came an unfamiliar voice. Harry turned around to be met with the face of the Japanese boy who he had been talking about earlier.
"Uh.." Harry looked around, "I am not sure…" He trailed off. He walked closer to Draco, but stopped mid way.
'I think he knows…' Harry thought. He was sure that sex and gayness could be seen on him. But no… he wasn't gay. Just stupid, very stupid.
"I…I heard a bang…" Sasuke told Harry, who was now trying to pick the very unaware Draco up. He didn't weigh a thing, at all.
"You could just use a…"
"Levitation spell… yes I know, but when you're out of it like he is, its best if you don't. They can be very uncomfortable." Harry had lifted Draco, and was now walking towards the door of the kitchens.
Sasuke jumped to open the door, stepping aside quickly for the very determined Harry who momentarily paused before turning on his heel.
"No, wait, what am I doing?" He asked himself, "Could floo!"
"Melva, can you send some food up?"
"Certainly Harry sir, anything for Draco." She smiled, and Harry, Draco and Sasuke were soon in the room, that had brought Harry so many problems.
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Harry had laid Draco on the bed, and before he left, he interrogated the unstable Slytherin about his password for his rooms, and magically healed his bruise and concussion without aid of his wand.
Sasuke had stood back and watched, amazed at the care and attention showed to Draco by Harry. He had been told that these two were rivals, with just a dash of enemy. When had it all changed?
He didn't have time to think, or ask, because Harry had dragged him from the room before Draco gained sensibility.
Both dark haired boys walked down and up the steps again to the other side of the hall, to get to there rooms, in silence more or less.
But Harry's curious nature got the better of him, "Your from Japan aren't you?" He blurted.
Sasuke didn't flinch, he just nodded.
"What's it like?" Harry pushed.
"Beautiful." Came the answer, never did it seem that Sasuke would be bothered at a time that he needed to be, only Sophie knew when it was right to intrude on his thoughts.
"Oh… well my rooms are here. See ya?" Harry rhetorically asked.
"Yeah, see ya…"
Both boys walked away, with no intention of ever talking to each other again.
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"What time did Dumbledore say to be downstairs?" Naruto asked, "And did you hear all that noise as well today, I got scared, nearly interrupted my Ramen eating!" Naruto smiled.
Sasuke was sitting at the table in the boys' common room, his arms on the table, his head bent.
In a monotone voice he answered, "Six."
"So we have-"
"Three hours."
"Um…Sasuke?" Naruto asked.
"Yes, you should leave me alone."
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Harry slowly pushed the entrance to Draco's private rooms open. He peered round, expecting to see a shoe come hurtling towards him; however Draco wasn't on his bed.
Making his way inside, Harry looked around. He wasn't in the alcove either. Light was coming from the windowless bathroom, so Harry decided to go and check in there.
He peered round the door, only to be met with Draco hunched over the toilet bowl.
Harry immediately walked over and placed his arms around the boys' back, who shrugged him off in anger. Harry knew he better keep his distance, so he sat on the side of the bath, behind Draco, watching him.
"Fuck off Potter!" Draco murmured, however it was clearly heard via the echo in the toilet.
"Are you ok? What's wrong… why you-"
"Fuck. Off. Potter!" Came the answer again.
"Draco please… I know I have been an idiot."
"Yes, yes you have so go, please"
"No." The answer from Harry came as no shock to the Slytherin that was still crouching. Harry was, after all, a Gryffindor.
"Well look at you, bloody marvellous Potter, who knows absolutely everything. And if he doesn't: He'll find out!" Draco mocked, "Want to know what's the Matter do we?" Draco was looking up now, however he still wasn't facing Harry, he used the back of his sleeve to wipe his mouth, "You see, Harry, I ate those sandwiches and they made me sick… Happy now?"
Harry raised an eyebrow, "I ate one, and I'm not sick."
"Shut up you fucking alcoholic!" Draco screamed.
"I. Am. Not. An-"
"Whatever Potter, I'm too tired to argue." Draco spat, as he began to get up. However his legs buckled and Harry had to launch out to grab him on time.
And there he was, Draco in Harry's arms, looking up to the green eyes with innocence that could last a lifetime, if it hadn't already gone.
But it only lasted a few seconds before he turned angry once again. "Just take me to bed Potter!"
Harry did as told, holding Draco round the very small waist and pulling him slowly out of the bedroom. He walked him to the bed, and sat them both down, "We need to talk Draco." Harry stated.
"No we don't, just leave." Harry still sat, unmoving, except the slow rise and sink of his chest, "That's not a request, that's an order!"
Harry still unmoving looked at Draco, taking in for the first time the warn features of the boy, his hollow eyes, sunken cheeks, and his deep sorrowful eyes, that could play tricks with any onlookers mind.
"I'm sorry is all I have to say, Ill go now…" Harry looked to the floor before moving to get up.
"Harry…" Draco was now the one looking to the floor, Harry stopped, and didn't turn around to face the blonde.
"Yes Draco?"
"You were my first…" He breathed in slowly, looking up towards the alcove, he let his voice drop a few decibels as he carried on, "You were my first consented sexual partner." The words were complicated, difficult to understand. Rich with meaning but to deep for Harry to take in that very second, and so he turned around, to take in the boy he had kissed so lovingly earlier' face.
"Yeah…" His breath hitched slightly, "You were my first also."
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The Great Hall had been cleared of all tables, and in the place of the Staff dining table, stood a stage, five foot off the floor. The ceiling had also been charmed to look like the ceiling in a standard rock club, fitted with lights that illuminated the stage.
The back of the stage, and surrounding walls was covered by a black hanging, that had twinkling stars within its material, and two side quarters were covered off on either side of the stage.
And in front of this transformation stood four very bewildered boys, all of the age sixteen, all very eager to find out why on earth they had been sent here, with instruments, to meet Dumbledore.
No one was speaking, they all were far too nervous to do so. The tension in the air was ridiculous, and felt by all.
Sasuke was standing with his back to the group, acting way too proud to be a part of the silly little game they were being made to play. He didn't want to be here, he had letters to write to Sophie.
He couldn't believe he wouldn't see her this Christmas, it was the one thing he was eager to do, but circumstance had come between them, and Durmstang was a long way away.
Naruto was standing staring at Harry and Draco, his body leaning slightly forward. The rivals were turned slightly away from each other. Naruto was bright, that was for sure, but he always acted on un-thought out instinct, and he knew it too. But something about the Potter boy led him to believe that he was in the presence of someone slightly tiddled. And he didn't like it, because he was always taught not to drink until of age.
He began to suss Draco, when the doors of the great hall opened, and a house elf came in, holding a note and walking with a slight limp.
"Young Sirs," She held up the note, "This is for you all."
"Thank you Alison," Harry said, and he leaned down with slight imbalance and retrieved the note from her grey hand.
Harry opened it, and narrowed his eyes to read the note. Realising that it was impossible he shoved it towards Naruto, who then whined at Sasuke to, "Read itttt!"
Sasuke snatched the letter, sighing in parts and huffing in others. He then folded the note and placed it in his pocket, before charming his drum kit on to the stage and jumping on it himself.
He sat behind the rather impressive looking kit, and pulled his sticks from the ground as if summoning a broom with 'UP!'
The three boys on the floor were glancing between each other, very confused indeed. But soon all thoughts as to why were shot when Sasuke started playing a low drumming beat on his drums in a rather aboriginal style, before breaking out on different skins, pumping up his tune.
Harry, sensing the moment to show off, charmed his guitar, again without a wand, and jumped on stage and waited for Sasuke's second shot at breaking out.
When he did, Harry started licking his guitar up then down, before playing a rather simple tune that kicked up into a reoccurring bar, before going several notes higher on a sharp strum, and then the same lower. So far it sounded like backing music for a superhero film.
Naruto, not wanting to be left out, jumped up on stage, charmed his guitar and amp, and started leading the song, it now fitted, just needed bass.
But Draco wasn't going to do it, no. He didn't bloody know how!
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"I'm so fucking fed up of this!" Came the muted growl from the recluse Slytherin as he stormed off stage, his bass slung to the side and scowl high in the air, "I'm fed up of music!" He shouted, so the hall echoed vibrantly.
Naruto and Sasuke were looking at Harry, with all intention that he would run after Draco. Harry looked back at them with pleading eyes, "We don't know him," Naruto stated, "You go after him!"
Harry sighed, and muttered something under his breath whilst pulling his guitar strap from around his body, leaving the shiny instrument suspended in the air, as he ran out after the emotional blonde.
When he had left, Sasuke and Naruto laughed, "What a drama queen," Sasuke giggled, "What. A. Drama. Queen."
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Harry quickly caught up with Draco and was now walking side by side with the blonde, trying in vain to get him to turn around and return to their very random practice.
However Draco seemed not to be listening, he had already let down the Malfoy name by being such a scruffy git and now he couldn't even pick up how to play bass, of all instruments. And he was mortified, so very, very embarrassed.
But lack of neither strength, nor mortification would have stopped him as he headed with impatience towards the confines of his room, and in what seemed like seconds and several flights of stairs, he was out side of the portrait hole, as it slowly crept open with Harry by his side.
He was too fuming to even care that Harry was there, it didn't matter, and at least he had company.
They stepped in, greeted by the smell of incense and clean sheets. Harry cringed, 'What if the house elves know?' he thought. But then again, if they knew about him and Draco, they would know about every body else's dirty little secrets too.
"Well, at least something is going my way today," Draco stated, "I like my space to be clean."
"You could just scourgify everything?" Harry offered.
"No," Draco shook his head, his blond hair swaying, "It makes thing like cardboard eventually!"
"Oh…"
Draco placed his bass upon his bed and started pacing his room. Harry watched him; taking in what he was wearing, noticing the lack of money, evident in his clothes, even though the slightly rugged look suited him. Black, slightly holy jumper, black tight jeans and black banged up boots, all topped with a white shirt, that only the collar of was visible.
"You know, I never ever have so much trouble with anything like that. Its ridiculous, I mean, I usually pick something up, have a few goes and am good at it. I never fail like that!" -Sharp intake of breath-, he was still pacing, and it was given Harry eye ache. "I mean, today has been so shit," Clenched fists, "And, and you're here, and I feel faint. I really don't feel so good! I think I over did today, gees, your a useless bastard Draco, such a useless fucking bastard!" Draco wrapped his arms around himself, his eyes beginning to mist, "I can't believe I am so useless, ugly fucking waste of space,"
Harry was staring still, not believing his ears. When did Draco gain so much angst?
"Your father was right! You really are pathe-" Draco wouldn't shut up, so Harry had to do it, he had to move fast and swift into Draco, pushing him up against the wall, between his bedside table and door to the bathroom. He had to push his lips against the blondes, and succumb even more to the kiss, when he felt Draco tense and relax behind his lips.
He did it to shut Draco up, the stupid boy.
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Sasuke and Naruto where standing, staring at the suspended guitar, amazed at the shine held on it.
"I wanna play it!" Naruto stated in his slightly shrill voice, "I'm going to have a go!" He walked towards the guitar whilst handing Sasuke his own instrument without looking were it might land. Sasuke had to step forward quickly to get it before it fell.
But as Naruto reached the bright green guitar, his body seemed to swing round away from it, "Oi! What the-"
"Protection spell." Sasuke stated, in his rather uninterested voice.
"Well unlock it then!" Naruto whined, "I want it!"
"You do it!" Sasuke moaned back.
"Fine!" Just then Naruto whipped out his wand from his pocket, pointed and whispered an anti guard spell. However his wand immediately whipped round to face the Great Hall doors, which were opened due to Dumbledore entering the room.
And it seems all his guarding spells for his clothes were unlocked, leaving him in his rather grey, once white, Y fronts.
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The kiss was short and sweet; leaving both boys on the adrenalin rush they were so accustomed too from their earlier escapades.
Draco's hands moved so swiftly towards Harry's neck, entwining with his hair, pulling him in deeper to their kiss.
Soft moans were coming from each boy's direction, resulting in twinges in both boys' cocks. Harry moved closer, pushing Draco further against the wall.
Draco's tongue collided with Harry's, swirling, sucking, motioning for something more, and indeed, Harry was thinking the same. He wanted to go further, for in anger he found Draco sweet.
"Harry…" Draco muffled, and Harry moved his hands lower, from Draco's arms, to his chest, and on to his hips, which made the blonde squirm upwards, motioning for Harry to touch him lower. But Harry's hands were rooted, so Draco placed a hand on Harry's and pushed it lower.
"Please…" Draco whispered, when they broke the kiss.
And Harry responded, unzipping the jeans from Draco's body, and taking the button from the hole, letting the jeans slide from Draco a little. He pushed down the boxers, leaving Draco's cock out in the open, hard. He left it, and began to take the cardigan and shirt off slowly, leaving a breathless and eager Draco.
Harry walked back a little, letting Draco step out of his jeans, and motioned to him with his hands to 'come here'.
Draco moved swiftly, crashing against Harry, pushing him over to the bed, and kneeling over him. He kissed him as he went for Harry's right hand, "Please" he whispered, as he placed it over his hardness.
Harry wrapped his hand around Draco, rubbing softly with skin barely touching skin. This just added to Draco's desperation, making him squirm with excitement.
Harry leaned down and kissed Draco hard, kissing him until his lips went pink and slightly swollen, sucking on Draco's tongue so that he pushed up into Harry.
"Harry…" Draco moaned, "Please…" And he lifted Harry's long sleeved top over his head, revealing an impressive chest, defined by training for the war.
Harry lifted himself off of Draco, leaving the blondes cock against his stomach, and stood up to pull his jeans down, sliding them down over also much defined thighs and calves.
He knelt down, taking in the beauty of Draco, his light hair that spread all over his body in perfectly placed patches, the way his skin stayed a consistent colour in every part of his body and especially, they way his eyes seemed to glint a thousand emotions in a single second.
Harry leaned his head upwards, towards Draco's thigh, drawing his tongue over it, letting his spit wet the skin beneath it. He licked upwards, drawing circles, his head spinning out of control.
And then the words that would inevitably change everything between them, "I need you, Harry."
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Naruto and Sasuke were soon making there way back to the common room, where a certain Harry Potter was to be seen streaking across the hall, stumbling over the staircase, and practically ripping the portrait that concealed his quarters, from the wall, and rushing inside.
"What a weird boy," Sasuke grumbled, "I need to start training," he turned to Naruto, "You are coming?" He stressed.
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Hatake Kakashi, resident combat trainer of Hogwarts, former Aurora for the Japanese Wizarding Board, dirty novel lover and prematurely greying 26 year old, was in the staff common room, currently reading yet another novel that could defiantly be classed as erotic when in walked his colleague, Oliver Wood.
"Hiya!" Oliver chirped, "Don't you have to train Harry and your two students?"
"Who are you?" Kakashi asked, very oblivious to his surroundings.
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Draco was laying on his bed, black covers swarming round his body, and four words swarming his mind, 'I'm so sorry Draco'.
"Well if you were bloody sorry you wouldn't have done it in the first place!" Draco screamed, his body rising from the bed for a few seconds before relaxing and placing himself down again.
"I hope you trip up or something, and hit that stupid fuckin-" He cut off, another bloody owl tapped at his window, demanding attention.
"FUCK OFF!"
