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One Step at a Time
Harry woke up form another of his nightmares, sweating and with his scar painfully burning. He sat up trying to remember what he had been dreaming of. He had an odd feeling inside him. This dream was different to others he had had in the past.
Then it all came back to him.
"Harry, I've wanted to tell you for ages. I think I'm in love with you."
Harry gasped. Then smiled, cocking his head to one side giving Draco a questioning look. Draco leaned in towards him, and gave him a tentative kiss. A tingling sensation rushed through Harry's veins.
"Merlin," Harry whispered. He returned the kiss, with a bit more force this time, slipping his tongue into Draco's mouth. He traced the contours of his mouth, memorising every corner. Draco broke the contact of the kiss, and gazed lovingly into the deep pools of Harry's emerald green eyes. Harry took in the beautiful way the moonlight lit Draco's dominating jaw line while he traced it with is finger, remembering never to forget their first moment of passion, they had just shared with each other.
Draco let a slow smile spread across his face as he breathed in Harry's masculine scent. He planted a kiss on Harry's neck, making a trail along his collarbone. Harry subconsciously entwined his fingers in the sleek, soft white blonde hair of Draco, while his free hand snaked under his t-shirt, drawn circles on his bare skin before pulling him closer.
They traced their hands up each others bodies, slowly lifting off each others t-shirts, and letting them fall to the floor, by their feet. They embraced in another lengthy kiss, feeding of each other's passion. The silver light shining in from the window, reflected off their chests, as they gazed in awe at each other's well muscled torsos. Their hands ran over each other's body, mapping every inch.
Harry looked seductively at Draco. He slowly traced his tongue over his top lip, causing Draco to pounce on him once more, their lips crushing into a bruising kiss. Draco's lips, once more moved down, trailing kisses slowly all the way down Harry's body, stopping to bite at his waist band. Harry let a soft moan escape from inside him as he encouraged Draco on. Draco needed no more persuasion as he unbuckled Harry's belt. Harry kicked his trousers off, before returning the gesture.
Draco took a step forwards, pushing Harry backwards onto the king-size double bed. Attached by the lips and wearing very few clothes, they got under the sheets to remove the rest of them. Harry rolled on top of Draco and kissed him fervently all over, gradually making his way down Draco's smooth torso. Harry's tongue played around Draco's navel causing him to slip out a deep sigh. Harry's hand moved down, caressing Draco's smooth weapon, encouraging his erection. Draco arched his back in pleasure.
As Harry opened his eyes, about to lie back down beside Draco, he realised he wasn't on the bed anymore, but watching from the corner of the room. Where hw once lay, was now his father, James Potter, and Draco wasn't Draco anymore…
It was Tom Riddle.
Harry gasped. What was going on? Did his Dad go out with Tom Riddle? With Lord Voldemort? Harry was utterly bewildered. He called out to his father, but there was no reply. It was like the times he had watched Dumbledore's memories in the Pensive. He was so angry. His father went out with Lord Voldemort? How dare he! He felt as though he had been deceived. He watched, sickened, as the infamous murderer lay next to his father. He leaned against the wall behind, and slid into a sitting position. The voice of his father however, made him glance up again, however.
"Tom, I don't think I should be doing this. It's not right. We are not ready. We should wait till the right time."
"Of course, we should do this," came the slightly menacing reply, "now is exactly the right time. You're a hot 16 year old guy, who has just found out they're gay! What more do you want?"
"I told you. I'm not completely gay. I think I'm bi. And I know you're only using me. You don't have feeling for me at all. Yeah you know, I think It'd be best if I go."
Harry saw his Dad about to leave, but Voldemort forced him back down, pouncing on him with a bruising kiss.
"What and go crawling back to your girlfriend, Lilly Evans? Aw diddums."
"She is NOT my girlfriend. She's just a friend."
"Oh, don't think I'm a fool Potter. I saw you kissing her. Behind the Quidditch store room."
"Ok, so I kissed her once. I couldn't help myself. She just looked so"
Another rough kiss forced him to silence.
"SHE LOOKED BEAUTIFUL" James yelled as loud as he could just as he broke the kiss, and he thought he meant it.
Harry felt slightly better, at least his dad thought that she was beautiful maybe that made their relationship better and maybe that's how it developed into more. Harry turned back to watch his father get out the bed half naked and move to grab his robes from the floor. As he grabbed them, the door opened to reveal the most horrifying sight that Harry had ever witnessed.
Snape stood in the doorway with a hurt expression on his face.
"I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME" Snape yelled pointing at James
"SEVEROUS PLEASE, its not what it looks like, I am so confused give me time I need to think!"
Harry at this point in time fainted in his dream, and that's when the dream ended.
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Harry made his way down to the Great Hall for lunch with Ron and Hermione. As they reached the large wooden doors, they heard a large commotion coming from the Slytherin table. As usual, Malfoy seemed to be at the centre of it all, yelling out for the world to hear that he had got the part of Algernon. He had just received his script and was waving it above his head. As he saw Harry enter, he glanced his way and slowly looked him up and down without being to obvious. Harry went over to check the board where the parts were listed and jumped, a little to camp than he was intending to, as he saw that he had got the part of Jack.
"Oh wow! Harry that's great! Merlin! I can't believe you go the part!" said the overjoyed Hermione.
"Yeah, um, but, I will have to play Draco's brother."
"Oh Merlin! You going to back out then Harry? I mean, if you're working with Malfoy. I couldn't think of anything worse. Never mind. It's only some stupid play anyway."
"What! No, Harry. You shouldn't just quit because if Malfoy."
"Hermione! Harry can think for himself you know."
"Ron! You were just telling him to quit!"
"No I wasn't!"
"Yes you were."
I was just giving him my opinion."
"Yeah, well so was I"
Then before, they could start up again, Harry interrupted them, half annoyed, half amused by their behaviour.
"Um. Are you two ever going to quit, and let me think for myself?"
"Oh, sorry Harry. Well, are you going to quit?" Asked a rather embarrassed Hermione.
"No, I'm not. I'm sure I'll be able to cope. It might not turn out too bad in the end. Besides, I would look like a fool and a coward if I pulled out now, just because of Dra –
Malfoy. Anyway, I couldn't bear to lose the bet. Draco, my slave? Whoopee! Pay back time!"
"Slave? Oh yeah! Oh, Harry, you know you shouldn't bet. It's a bad habit to get into to."
"HERMIONE! You are NOT his MOTHER!"
"Yes, I KNOW! Well. I'm glad you're doing it. You're right you know, there is no point dropping out, even if you do have to put up with Malfoy."
"yeah, I reckon I'll cope though," said Harry, secretly loving having to act with the hottest guy at Hogwarts, even if he was a prick.
"Ok, well that's settled then."
"Oh, Ron? Are you up for the Quidditch practice tomorrow lunch? We have to get as much practise before the big match at 5:00"
"Oh, right, yeah. Er, um, who are we playing again?"
"RON! How can you FORGET who we're PLAYING?"
"I, er, sorry. So, er, who are we…"
"SLYTHERIN! Dammit, Ron, you need to get your priorities straight"
"Oh, yeah, sorry."
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Draco and Harry stood opposite each other glaring, while Professor Flitwick tried his best to keep the peace.
"Now gentlemen, Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Potter, please at least try and act civilised towards each other. It will make these rehearsals and the play much more enjoyable, and easier, and it will be so obvious to the audience if you are going to score points of each other all the time. Conflict between actors always shows."
Harry and Draco rolled their eyes at Flitwick's little speech on peace- making. They nodded to Flitwick's words of wisdom, hoping that h wouldn't continue. Luckily he didn't, but instead "accioed" the scripts from his library.
"Malfoy. I hope you haven't forgotten our little wager."
"What? Oh, that. Well, Potter, seeing as we both got the part, it cant really work anymore can it?"
"Well actually, I think that's where you're going to find your wrong. I've been thinking about it actually. Technically, we both have to be each others slave and therefore I think we should do exactly that!"
"How is that going to work?"
"Well first you be my slave for the week and then visa versa"
"No way am I being your slave for a week Potter."
"Oh, don't be a coward Malfoy. That was the bet. You agreed. In fact, you were the one who came up with the idea of the bet in the first place, so you really cant back out now!"
"Fine then. I'll be your slave for this week, but as soon as we hit midnight on Tuesday, we swap." Draco huffed back in reply.
"Oh, and Malfoy?"
"What?"
"Flit is right. We really should try and be more friendly towards each other."
"It's a deal"
Harry held is hand out to Draco, who took it, a little less reluctantly than Harry expected.
yep. more friendly, and it won't stop there, but unfortunately the next chapter might bea while because we are going to New Yok for a week! Yay! but keep looking! xxx
