AN: Please Note; WARNING, this short fic contains implied SLASH. Rated M/R.
This is from Harry's POV. Enjoy. Blessings. LL
Birthday, Black Feathers & Night Flight
Presented by: imLittleLily
Talent for Trouble . . .
Harry hitched his breath silently and moved stealthily, backing up against the wall.
Draco Malfoy walked by him - unaware of his presence.
Harry bit his lip. The blond Prefect was on his rounds and served to be a road block between Harry and the corridor to the kitchens.
He watched as Malfoy stopped. His head turned, sterling eyes glistening in the darkness, and scanned the corridor. He reached for his wand.
Harry realized Malfoy must have sensed his presence.
"I know you're here, Potter."
Harry held himself against the wall, hoping if he didn't respond, then Malfoy would give up.
"Potter," he said with authority, "you need to show yourself because I know you're here."
Harry stubbornly refused to move.
Malfoy began to walk in his direction, pointing his wand straight at Harry's heart. "You're most likely disillusioned or perhaps under an invisibility cloak?" Malfoy drawled casually, approaching Harry.
Harry glared from beneath his cloak.
"Potter," Draco's voice still drawled yet it seemed to suddenly have a different inflection to it. It came out smoothly--almost as if it slid across ice.
Harry felt a sudden chill go down his spine. He shivered. Then he experienced surprise of a great magnitude.
Harry found himself stunned to come to the realization that Malfoy stood right in front of him. Even in the darkened corridor, he could see into his sterling orbs. He stared. "How does he know I'm here?"
Malfoy smirked. "You certainly have a talent for trouble, Potter. Out after curfew and you think you can pull one over on a very perceptive Prefect."
Harry still didn't move.
Malfoy quirked a brow, tilting his head to the side. "Still refuse to show yourself? Perhaps I should report you. Detention with Filch or Snape sounds so rewarding for you."
Harry held his breath as he studied Malfoy's face so close to him. Slowly he raised his hand and pushed the hood of his invisibility cloak off of his head. He swallowed as his gaze studied Malfoy's reaction.
Malfoy smirked and then moved even closer to him.
Harry felt his coolness. It seemed to surround him. His mind struggled with the closeness of his rival. His body had its usual reaction of late; one he truly did not appreciate. He reached up and pushed Malfoy away from him. "Back off, Malfoy." His anger combined with their close proximity heated him to his very core. He hissed in response to his emotions and also at his silent yet very potent physical reaction to Malfoy's close ness.
Malfoy smirked and moved closer again. "Detention, Potter. It gives me so much pleasure to assign you to Professor Snape for detention." Malfoy took another step, returning to his former position. He studied Harry's face, and then he sent his gaze lower. He smirked at the Weasley jumper which could now be seen in the neck opening of the cloak.
"Interesting . . . " Malfoy allowed his voice to trail off as his gaze rested on Harry's throat.
Harry could feel his pulse rampaging as Malfoy's gaze stopped on his neck. He hissed in anger and attempted to push past the Slytherin Prefect.
Malfoy's hand stopped him as he reached up and put his hand on Harry's chest. He quirked a smooth blond brow. He purred, "Scared, Potter?"
Harry could feel Malfoy's coolness as he breathed in his scent. He glared and said fiercely, "You wish, Malfoy."
Malfoy leaned in, face closer to Harry's ear.
Harry shivered again as he pulled away only to find himself against the stone wall behind him.
Malfoy seemed to take a breath, and then he whispered into Harry's ear, "Then why is your heart . . . " his fingers moved in a sensuous caress across Harry's heart, " . . . racing . . . ?"
Harry inhaled sharply as the subtle move of Malfoy's fingers brought about a rise in his body temperature and a reactionary tightening in his jeans. He thought, Glad Malfoy can't see that. In an expression of his anger he roared, "Fuck off, Malfoy, I'm leaving."
Malfoy smirked, and then thrust Harry against the wall roughly and pressed his body to him. He purred into his ear with a cool breath, "Not yet, Potter." He blew his cool breath across Harry as sterling eyes delved into his, and then he continued, "I think we should talk about what you have in your pocket." He moved his hips in a powerful thrust, and then sent his tongue out to flick across Harry's neck--just over his racing pulse.
Harry moaned deep from within. He could feel Malfoy's smirk against his neck as his enemy's hands sought to free him from his invisibility cloak. He hissed as teeth grazed his neck and cool hands finally found his heated flesh beneath his jumper. His breathing became ragged as he responded by grasping the silk on Malfoy's head. He banged his head back against the stone wall and pulled Malfoy's mouth to his throat pressuring him to devour him. His hips thrust against his enemy as he moaned out in need.
Icy hot friction . . .
Malfoy's cool hands worked to free him from his jeans. He hissed heatedly as coolness surrounded his head . . .
"Oh fuck!" Harry said as he woke up with a fierce gasp as the sensation of cool lips engulfed him and he released his seed within. He lay in bed staring up at the ceiling over his bed. His breathing was still ragged and raging as he reached down and felt his now softened and sated cock.
He sighed. Why the hell was he dreaming about Malfoy? He closed his eyes and tried to revisit his dream and see it from a different perspective. He swallowed. He couldn't. Not unless taking Malfoy was a different perspective. He reached over to his night stand, picked up his wand and performed a cleansing spell. After replacing his wand on the nightstand, he rolled over and vaguely wondered why he had not burst into flames when he had been so aroused. His eyes closed and he went back to sleep.
Breakfast that morning in the Great Hall was accentuated by everyone's excitement. It was a Hogsmeade weekend and all of the students looked forward to the much needed break from classes and homework.
Harry sat at the Gryffindor table and pushed his food around on his plate. He was still thinking about the dream he had had about Malfoy. He swallowed his frustration and took a bite of his sausage. Just as he sank his teeth into the flavorful meat his eyes rose to see Draco Malfoy, Ice Prince of Slytherin, walk into the hall. Harry bit his lip, and then chewed thoughtfully on his sausage. He watched Malfoy as he crossed to his seat ,and then sat down.
Malfoy's eyes met his across the gulf that separated them.
Harry held his gaze.
Malfoy's brow rose, then he turned to Zabini and started laughing at something the other Slytherin said.
Harry swallowed his sausage, and then turned his attention to his friends.
"Harry," Ron asked, "you are going into Hogsmeade today, aren't you?"
Harry nodded, and then he grinned. "The twins wanted me to go to Zonko's because they heard a rumor they have some really cool new products. They want me to check out the competition. Didn't they ask you to do the same?"
Ron nodded, and then said through his eggs, "Yh, omthin bout fur dogs."
Harry snorted at his friend's attempt to talk with his mouth full.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Ron, will you ever learn to not talk with your mouth full?"
Ron swallowed and shook his head. "Multitasking." He then took a large bite of his sausage and frowned across the hall at the Slytherin table.
Harry turned to see that several Slytherin's and Justin Finch-Fletchley were in the midst of a playful duel. He shook his head and asked, "Why do you suppose Justin hangs around with Slytherins? Doesn't he know?"
Ron shrugged. "There's no accounting for taste. I heard a rumor that he was dating Zabini, but then Lavender told me they're just friends."
Harry gazed at Zabini, studying him. He was good looking; yet, Harry couldn't help but think that . . . Don't go there, Potter, he thought , sending his gaze back to the Slytherin Prince. His breath hitched as he felt Malfoy's laugher travel across the hall to him. He frowned at the sensation and squirmed on his seat.
"What's wrong, Harry?"
Harry turned to Ron and shrugged vaguely. "Nothing," he said. "I was just wondering about them, is all."
Ron emptied his pumpkin juice, shook his head and plonked the goblet on the table. "Why wonder? They're just a bunch of snakes and if Finch-Fletchley wants to be one, then let him. You done? We can go if you are."
Harry nodded and stood. He wasn't really hungry anyway.
Hogsmeade was fun that day. Harry enjoyed the time he spent with his friends. They went to Zonko's and checked out the new products. One item in particular interested them. Harry bought several of the new chocolates. Chocolate Dragon Eggs, LighterSide Chocolate which was actually white chocolate blended with milk chocolate and made you float above the ground. The feature product of the day was the Chocolates to Give a Dog--eating it would result in the person turning into a shaggy looking dog.
It wasn't until they were back at Hogwarts and going down to dinner that Harry had another encounter with Malfoy, this time in the real world.
He had told Neville and Ron to go on without him because he needed to stop off in the loo. He pushed the door of the boy's Prefect bathroom open. It was the closest, so he rationalized within his mind that it was simply more convenient. After all he had done it before. As he stepped into the room his eyes locked with sterling cauldrons--Draco Malfoy. He stopped in mid-stride.
"Potter." Malfoy sneered at him.
Harry decided to play it cool. He nodded to Malfoy and headed into the nearest stall. Since Malfoy was here, he definitely wanted privacy. He closed the stall door and slid the lock in place. He tried to steady his heart rate as he proceeded to turn to the toilet and open his fly. He gritted his teeth as Malfoy's voice came to him from the other side of the door.
"Potter, you are not a Prefect. That means that you can't use the Prefect's bathroom."
Harry proceeded to piss and said in a sing song voice, "I'm busy, Malfoy." He was grateful that he had made it into the stall before he had felt the reaction Malfoy always had on him anymore. He sighed as he finished and shook himself before tucking in and closing his fly. He bit his lip and wondered what would happen once he stepped on the other side of the door. He gave himself a mental shrug and opened the door. He allowed his eyes to meet Malfoy's angry eyes and fierce countenance. He shrugged at him and made his way to the sink to clean up.
"Potter."
Harry loaded up his hands with soap, and then looked at Malfoy once more; this time in the reflection of the mirror. "You don't have to make a big deal out of it, Malfoy. This bathroom just happened to be the convenient one." He couldn't help but wonder if Malfoy liked saying his name. It seemed to come out with the same inflection that Professor Snape used.
Malfoy snarled. "How did you know the password? I suppose that goon Weasley told you?"
Harry smirked as he thought of Ron as being a goon in comparison to Crabbe and Goyle. He finished rinsing the soap off of his hands before he replied. "Ron didn't tell me. It would be sadly disappointing to my father if I couldn't figure some way into the Prefect's bathroom on my own." He turned to Malfoy and noticed that he had snarled when Harry had said father. He shrugged once more , dried his hands, and then he turned to leave. Before he had gone two steps he came nose to nose with Malfoy.
Draco Malfoy's anger was palpable.
It journeyed in waves over Harry. He felt the coldness radiating from Malfoy and shook his head. A quick side step---
Draco Malfoy, Ice Prince of Slytherin, made a move that could only be of Muggle origin. His foot had come around and his hands flashed so fast that Harry was startled doubly because of the unexpectedness of such a martial arts move coming from the pureblood wizard.
Shock overwhelmed Harry. Somehow he had ended up flat on his back looking up into Malfoy's angry eyes--eyes edged with triumph.
"What now, Potter?" Malfoy smirked down at him and pushed his forearm tighter onto Harry's chest.
Harry looked up into Malfoy's eyes and hissed in anger. He made his own move and slid free. Wands came out and jinxes began to fly. Angry voices echoed from the walls of the bathroom.
Colored lights from the various jinxes gave the bathroom an eerie sense as damage mounted because of deflected spells.
"Ferret face!"
"Scarhead!"
Just as Harry deflected yet another of Malfoy's jinxes, the door to the Prefect's bathroom opened and admitted . . . Professor Snape.
Oops . . .
Especially since the jinx that Harry deflected hit him squarely in the chest.
Draco Malfoy's eyes grew round as he looked upon his godfather and professor.
Professor Snape now sported bright Slytherin green and silver wings.
Harry shivered when he saw Snape's anger. "Sir," he said heatedly, "Malfoy threw that jinx at me, I was only deflecting it." He waited for Professor Snape to explode.
"Professor," Malfoy said, "I told Potter he wasn't allowed to use the Prefect's bathroom." He scowled at Harry. "We argued because he refused to tell me how he got the password."
Professor Snape glared at Harry first, and then slid his glare to Draco. He took a deep breath and asked, "And just what happened the last time you cast this jinx, Mr. Malfoy?"
Draco bit his lip. "You almost didn't fix it, sir. I think I can get it on the first try."
Black obsidian eyes glared at him as Draco raised his wand and said the counter jinx. It worked the first try, like a charm.
Professor Snape shrugged his shoulders in relief of the weight of large wings, and then reached for the door. "Both of you follow me to the Headmaster's office." He stood aside and waited for them to pass. Before he exited the bathroom, Professor Snape surveyed the damage created by them, and then he snorted. He led the way to the Dumbledore's office wearing an aura of great anticipation of getting the boy-who-lived into trouble.
Harry followed the potions master up one flight of stairs into the corridor outside of the Headmaster's office. He caught a glimpse of a green cloak in one of the portraits as he passed it. He frowned and picked up his pace. As he passed Professor Snape he simply ignored the frown he was given and continued forward to the gargoyle. Once there, he said the password and started up the stairs before Draco Malfoy and Severus Snape had even arrived there.
He knocked on the door and waited.
"Come in, Harry."
He entered and made his way to the front of the desk where Professor Dumbledore was looking over some parchments.
Professor Dumbledore looked up from his ministry missives and studied Harry closely. "Was it necessary to wreck havoc on the Prefect's bathroom, Harry?"
Harry snorted. "I had help, sir."
Professor Snape and Draco Malfoy entered the office just as Harry spoke. He ignored them.
Professor Snape snarled and stepped into the conversation. "He does not belong in the Prefect's bathroom, sir. Once again he bludgeons the rules we have here at Hogwarts."
Harry purposefully ignored the portrait over the headmaster's desk where his ancestor stood shaking his head. Harry wondered if other students had ever suffered the humiliation of family being present when they were in trouble with the current headmaster. He frowned as he realized that Phineas Nigellus was present for this lecture.
Well, that answers my question. He cleared his throat. "It was the closest bathroom, sir. I had to go bad."
Draco snorted and rolled his eyes in response and spoke up. "He wouldn't tell me how he knew the password, sir. We ended up dueling. He threw the first jinx."
Harry glared at him and hissed angrily."And you attacked me physically . . . first."
Albus Dumbledore's brows rose at that and looked at Draco Malfoy over his spectacles. "Is this true, Mr. Malfoy?"
Draco swallowed, and then he nodded. "Yes, sir. I was trying to get him to tell me who gave him access to the bathroom. If Weasley gave him the password, he is in violation of Prefect rules, sir."
"I know the rules, Mr. Malfoy, having written many of them myself." He turned to Harry and arched a brow, and gazed over his moon-shaped spectacles. "Harry?"
Harry studied him, and then he looked down at the desk. He couldn't exactly tell him the truth of how he knew the password. He set his jaw in stubborn mode and continued glaring at the desk top.
"Harry," the headmaster said, "I realize you may not wish to get young Mr. Weasley into trouble, but you must tell me if he is who you learned the password from." He studied Harry closely as he waited for an answer.
Harry inhaled and finally raised his eyes to the headmaster's and shook his head. "No sir. Ron did not tell me the password."
"Liar," Malfoy said under his breath.
Professor Snape glared and insisted, "Surely, you don't believe him, sir."
"Harry," he asked, "how is it that you know the password?"
Harry glanced up at the portrait over the headmaster's head and bit his lip. His eyes met Salazar Slytherin's. He looked back down to Albus Dumbledore. "Well sir," he paused, debating in his head exactly how he wanted to answer. "It's like when I come up here. I just guess, and then I seem to find the right password. I suppose I am good at figuring out passwords, it's like a game." He shrugged and looked at the headmaster willing him to believe him.
Albus Dumbledore studied him closely for a moment, then sighed as he leaned forward and steepled his fingers. "I am afraid that I must give you both detentions . . . "
"But sir . . . " Malfoy frowned. "He was breaking the rules."
Professor Snape stepped forward and insisted. "Draco was merely attempting to carry out his duties as a Prefect. It was Potter who complicated the issue by refusing to divulge his source."
Harry shook his head at both of them and turned his focus back to the headmaster. "I understand why you're giving me detention, sir. Malfoy did attack me and I think he should get detention also."
Albus looked at the three combatants, yes; he included Severus in that category and said firmly, "Harry, you and Mr. Malfoy will serve detention together. Madame Pomfrey has some need of assistance in moving some of the hospital ward furnature. I will tell her you are available and no magic may be used. You will serve until she tells me you have both finished your task. I will also be taking 20 points from Gryffindor and Slytherin houses. That will be all. You are dismissed."
Harry nodded.
Draco scowled, and then nodded with resignation.
Professor Snape glared at Harry, and then nodded at the Headmaster and turned to leave the office in a billow of robes.
Harry stayed behind for a few moments. He hesitated, and then he said, "Sir?"
Albus Dumbledore looked up at Harry and asked, "Yes, Harry?"
Harry bit his lip as he wondered if he should ask the headmaster his question. He had noticed Malfoy and the professor had shared a covert look just before Malfoy's exit. He'd noticed that exchange of looks between them before. Whether to ask about it was the question in Harry's mind. He frowned as he continued to chew his lip in thought.
"Harry, is there something bothering you?"
Harry finally said, "No sir." He gave the headmaster a vague shrug and turned to leave his office.
Harry stepped past the gargoyle and stopped when he noticed Malfoy and Professor Snape talking at the end of the corridor. He inhaled sharply as the early evening moon cast its beam through a window onto Malfoy's hair. He swallowed and turned his gaze away. This wasn't the first time he was drawn to the sight of his enemy's hair when light reflected off of it.
Nimbus . . .
That's what it was. His enemy's crowning glory. He turned and made his way to the Lion's Den. He would spend the rest of the dinner hour alone contemplating his frustration and Malfoy's nimbus. He stepped around the corner and once he was sure he was alone he flashed into his sanctuary to face the scolding discipline of his ancestors.
TBC?
AN: This series of events occurs after Draco's realization of his feelings for Harry. Harry of course has no idea of Draco's interest. The Prefect bathroom scene was a culmination of Draco's frustration.
I think I should mention here that Justin's friendship with Blaise Zabini is introduced in my fic; Beauty in Perfection; Stand by Me. I am merely carrying this aspect over from the fic.
Thank you to DemonRogue, Rachy and Phoenix2005 for your reviews. Thanks much. Blessings. LL
(LL sneaking in tightening and editing just a bit 1-16-8 ;o)
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