Chapter 4: The Bottle Overflows with Details
Disclaimer: Me::Gazes sadly at Harry and Draco locked behind all the copyright crap.: JKR::laughing evilly: Mine! All mine!
A/N: I'm so sorry that it took so long to update, but my mother had a genius plan of not letting me get on the internet while she waits for some seemingly non-existent important phone call. Sheesh, just because I tied up the phone line that one day it's suddenly my fault the guy had to come personally so my parents could sign some papers. What's really weird is that I wasn't banned off the phone. How does that work? Oh well, I'm not letting it happen again. Before I forget AGAIN, this story was inspired by Klee(Fanfic. writer). Enjoy the chappie and please review! -Kat :P
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'Bla' Harry's thoughts, 'Bla' Draco's thoughts, 'Bla' Draco's erm . . . other thoughts? Yes, he kinda talks to himself in this one, but just slightly. Just so you all won't get confused, I almost did, but that's just me. -Kat
Bottled up upon my shelf
Are the feelings I have for someone else
The feelings that I won't let go
The ones that I'm too scared to show
The bottle sits there quietly
As it waits to be opened for you to see
How I really feel about you
Opening the bottle I don't know how to do
Open it myself I wouldn't dare
Please open the bottle that's sitting there
Because then you will finally know
The feelings that I could let go
You have to open it 'cause you can't see through
So it will just sit there waiting for you
( The Bottle, By: Jena Harrison)
Too bad I'm not in Gryffindor, or maybe I'd have the courage to tell you who I am.
Harry sighed in frustration and happiness. He wished his secret admirer would just tell him, but at least he had gotten a small clue. That left about two houses left; he highly doubted that a Slytherin would send him such letters. He quickly folded the note up again and stuck it in his pocket with his wand, the last thing he needed was the entire school population knowing that he had a secret admirer that wrote him poetry. He finished his breakfast and left the Great Hall, with Hermione and Ron trailing behind.
"Let me see!" Hermione cried excitedly. Harry handed the letter over to his overexcited friend. She sighed as she finished her hand over her heart. "How sweet."
"This is a load of bull." Ron said rolling his eyes.
"That's exactly why I would never write any to you."
"Hey, what's that suppose to mean?"
"Nothing." Hermione said blushing as she handed the note back to Harry. He grinned at her. He knew how his friends felt about each other but no matter how hard he tried he just couldn't get them to admit anything. Apparently this was something they were going have to work out on their own.
"Come on Ron, we're going to be late for Divination." Harry said watching as students began to pour out, done with their breakfast. He pocketed the note again.
"Fuck! I forgot to paint something." Ron moaned. He followed Harry, pulling paper and his paintbrush out of his bag as they walked. He had Harry hold the paints and every few steps or so he'd add something to his now splattered parchment. The constant delay almost made them late and Ron's paper was still shining wetly when they entered the class.
"Turn to pages forty-six through forty-eight. Take a few minutes to study the designs before trading papers with your partner." A misty voice said from the back of the classroom. Harry sighed and opened his book. It had general meanings of the different colors as well as what several swirls and shapes meant.
"Here, try not to smear anything." Harry took Ron's paper and tried to find something that looked remotely like any thing in the book. After a while he started to see some similar shapes but it made no sense.
"Uhh, Ron this says that you're confused and you're frustrated a lot, but this blue splat thing means you're enjoying yourself immensely"
"Yeah, like last time where I was suffering, but happy about it? Well what I got from yours is that all these squiggles are suppose to mean you're in love, but here's the kicker, since you painted it all in black you have a strong dislike towards whoever it is and you're depressed."
Ron jumped as Professor Trelawney suddenly gasped right behind him. "Oh my poor dear boy, you are completely wrong, anyone should be able to see that this is clearly an omen of death. Why do you think it's all in black! My dear you fear that the mass murderer Sirius Black is going to come after you, and after reading the blue flames he is obviously going to suffocate you in your troubled dreams. I tried to warn you of the Grim . . ."
Harry bit down the angry reply that it was impossible for such a thing to happen because his godfather was dead, but she didn't know that, the general population still thought he was out on the loose. Instead he stared moodily into Ron's painting reliving the horrible memory in his mind as the professor continued on, taking his silent anger for fear. If only he had run over and pulled him out before he'd fallen in completely, instead of just watching dumbly. If only he had reacted, he should have reacted, should have saved him like Sirius would have for him. If only. . .but he hadn't, Sirius was gone and it was his fault.
The professor was getting into a detailed explanation of Harry's death when Ron, immediately seeing right through Harry snapped.
"Just shut it, will you!" He yelled startling half the class in the process. Trelawney gaped at him in surprise before assuming a knowing smile, as if she'd known of his outburst beforehand (Yeah right). Ron turned his attention to Harry. He had entered a severe state of depression when they left for summer vacation. Although he hadn't tried to kill himself outright he had refused to eat anything. He was extremely thin by the time he went for his usual stay at the Weasley's, and barely spoke. Ron and Hermione had to beat some sense into him (mentally, not physically :P) to get him back to his normal self.
After therapy Harry did his best not to brood on such thoughts and managed to somehow convince himself that he wasn't to blame. But the fact that Professor Trelawney would say that Sirius would do such a thing brought hurtful thoughts back. Quietly he packed his stuff, while Ron whispered reassuringly to him. They made their way to leave class, but before they could descend down the ladder Trelawney had to gloat.
"You can't run away from the future Harry, you'll regret leaving once he finds you!"
Harry whirled around to face the professor now in barely suppressed rage. "How dare you insult him," He hissed angrily. "Sirius would never do such a cowardly thing. Especially not to me."
He whirled around and fumed out with Ron glaring at everyone, daring them to challenge them in any way. Then he too left.
"Who the hell does she think she is! How dare she talk about him as if she knew him! If she wasn't a professor-I could've used an unforgivable. And- and he's dead, how can I be killed by him if he's gone!" Harry slammed his fist against the wall, causing several of the paintings to glare at him.
"Come on Harry, the astronomy tower isn't that far off, we don't want to be caught out of class." Ron said cautiously.
"God damn it!" Harry punched the wall again, his eyes blurred by tears. Ron seized his arm and dragged him down the corridor as Filch's cat came around the corner. She ran off as soon as she saw them.
"Come on Harry we'll be caught if I have to carry you all the way over there."
They made their way down the hall, past another corridor, then climbed the stairs all the way to the astronomy tower.
"Alohamora." Ron whispered. The door opened and they slipped in. Ron muttered the locking charm, just in case Filch tried the door. "Latchious."
"Well, well Potty and Weezy out of class. I hope you weren't hoping to be alone to your own . . . activities." (wink, wink, nudge )
"What are you doing here Malfoy?" Ron spat.
"Well, unlike you, I have a life and I actually find History boring. And I was here first so you can't kick me out."
Ron glared at Malfoy, his fingers hovering right above the pocket where his wand was. Harry just shrugged. Wiping away his unshed tears he walked to the farthest window, staring out lost in thought.
"What's up with him?"
"Wouldn't you like to know."
"Yes, I would."
"None of your business."
"Stop being a stuck up Weasel, tell me what's up."
"Why should I? So you can gloat?"
"Oh sod off." Malfoy gave Ron the finger before walking to Harry. "Hey what's wrong?" Malfoy breathed in Harry's ear. It hurt him to see him like this. Harry ignored him, lost in his suicidal thoughts. Malfoy sighed and stared out the window next to Harry. They stayed like that in silence until the bell rang.
"Ummm, I'm gonna go and get Hermione." Ron said, slightly unnerved at the sight of Malfoy not being mean for once. "Hurt him and I'll kill you, muggle style."
Malfoy waited until Ron had left before trying to talk to Harry again. "What's wrong?" He asked again, looking at Harry sympathetically. Harry turned towards him and shrugged his shoulders.
"I should be asking you the same thing."
"Why?"
"This is the second time you're actually nice."
Malfoy shrugged. "Maybe I've decided to focus on my grades more or maybe I'm tired of fighting." 'Or maybe I want you so bad I could kiss you right now'.' 'Well, you're alone, why not?' 'What?' 'Kiss him, you know you want to.' 'I can't.' 'Oh, yes you can.'
"That doesn't sound probable. I'll find out the real reason sooner or later, but I must admit, it is nice that we don't really fight anymore." Harry offered a small smile at Malfoy, coming back to the present. "Thanks. I feel better now."
Malfoy smiled back, "Glad to help." He said his heart beating faster, he had just made Harry smile at him. Now's your chance. Almost unwillingly Malfoy closed the small space between them, wrapping his arms around Harry's waist. Harry's eyes went wide from shock and confusion. He tried to pull away, but Malfoy cupped his face in his hand and kissed him.
Their lips met and Harry resisted the urge to melt in Malfoy's arms. His lips were soft, yet firm as they gently pressed against his. Not to mention that the kiss itself was perfect, it was tidy and moist. Not slobbery like some that he had received, (like from Cho ). Both of Malfoy's arms encircled his waist again and he slowly pried Harry's lips apart. Harry wasn't complying yet, but he wasn't objecting either and Malfoy's tongue outlined his lips before entering his mouth.
Harry's own tongue had a mind of its own and rose to meet Draco's, causing him to moan with delight as they touched. Their tongues slowly waltzed to silent music while Harry gave into the pleasure and tangled his hands into Malfoy's silky locks. Finally when the need for air grew unbearable they parted, but Harry was only able to gasp once for the much needed oxygen before Malfoy kissed him again.
This time they were more confidant and Harry shivered as Malfoy molded their bodies together, turning this kiss more aggressive. His hands moved up and down sensuously along Harry's back as this time their tongues battled for dominance. Then Harry dragged his lips away from Malfoy's, moving them across his jaw line. He placed quick open-mouthed kisses slowly down his neck, breathing heavily.
He knew he was going to regret this later, especially if Ron and Hermione caught them, but right now he just didn't care anymore. He felt wanted, desired, and most of all loved. Besides he had been having strange thoughts about Malfoy lately, and this proved that he was indeed gay or at least bi. Why else would he be enjoying it so much?
Malfoy arched his neck giving Harry more access, surprised and delighted that his former arch nemesis had reacted this way. He gasped loudly with sudden pain and pleasure as Harry bit him at the base of his neck. He moaned and brought Harry's lips to his once more for a final kiss. 'Before I lose control and beg him to take me now.'
The kiss ended, but Malfoy went back for just one more. And another one after that. And another. The minutes lengthened and neither boy was ready to pull away. As their lips broke apart for air, one would always start a new kiss. Malfoy realized that he was very hard, as Harry's leg rubbed against his cock, in an effort to pull them even closer. He shifted his leg slightly as to copy Harry and smiled as he felt Harry gasp slightly as he began to rub his leg against Harry's own rock hard erection.
He continued rubbing his leg against Harry as they kissed. Harry gripped his shoulders tightly continually moaning in pleasure. Malfoy considered sliding his hand down Harry's pants, and easing Harry's . . . affliction, but just as he started to slip his hand down to his waist the door burst open.
"Malfoy, where the hell have you- oh my god! I'm so sorry!"
Malfoy had torn himself from Harry's grasp just in time to see Blaise's horrified face as she turned and fled. Malfoy stood in horror at what had just happened to him. What if she told? She could tell anyone. The Slytherins. The entire school. Or, worse, his father.
God damn it Draco! How could you let this happen! Malfoy could slap himself for letting his guard down. He turned to Harry, his mind whirling into action, falling back to his customary method. He snapped at Harry, who was in his own trance of dismay.
"Don't you fucking dare breathe a word of this to anyone, because I swear I will not rest until I have your head on a platter if you do."He spat before running out after Blaise.
'Please don't tell, please don't tell, please don't tell, please don't tell . . .'
Malfoy ran all the way down to the dungeons, running over several people in the process. He skidded to a stop, panting madly and holding a stitch in his side. Panic was racing through his veins, and the run wasn't the only reason he was sweating. If his father found out that his son was queer he'd flog Draco within an inch of death until he straightened his son out. Add the fact that he had snogged with Harry and that inch was as good as dead.
"Sil- silver sliver." He panted. The wall slid open and Draco dashed through the corridors to the room Blaise shared with Pansy. Bursting through the doors he found Pansy trying to extract information from a very embarrassed Blaise.
"Hey Dracey! Do you know what happened to Blaise? She won't tell me what wrong with her."
"Out. Now."
Pansy eyes widened at Draco's command. "But why sweetie?"
"I said out! I need to talk to Blaise, alone."
"What! What do you mean 'alone'?"
"I mean don't bother coming back until I leave."
"No Dracey she's a whore! She's slept with Gryffs and Goyle and-"
"And I don't care. Out."
Pansy glared at him reproachfully as she stormed out of her room, eyeing them suspiciously.
"Silencio." Draco pointed the spell at the door, he knew Pansy would try to eavesdrop. He turned back to Blaise, who was now smiling, slowly turning back to her normal color.
"Of all the guys to like, you have a crush on the Lord's enemy. I should have figured you liked Harry, you didn't show any interest in any other guy. Well, except Crabbe and Goyle, but no one can like like them. Which brings me to say, there's nothing wrong with Gryffindors and I wouldn't touch Goyle with a ten foot broomstick." Draco stared at her. She had suddenly become extremely calm, and talked as if they were discussing the weather.
"Look Blaise, I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell anyone. I mean it was done against my will! Why would I be kissing a guy? Don't tell father, he'll flog me to death. It was nothing, okay?" Draco rambled. He tried to keep his voice level, but it came out high pitched with panic. To his surprise Blaise just smiled.
"Look Draco, half of Slytherin already knows you're gay, you kissed Harry 'cause he's one sexy son of a bitch, I don't plan on telling anyone, and as for the whole 'against my will part'. . ." She looked pointedly at the bulge slightly protruding in his jeans. In his panic Draco had forgotten how aroused he was. A million questions began running through his mind after her little speech, but among them there was a bubble of hope.
"You're not telling anyone?'
"Nope. Now I want to know details if you don't mind."
"Details?"
"Yes, Draco, details. But not now, you need a nice cold shower."
"Hey Harry, what was up with Malfoy?"
Harry bit his lip as he tried to sort his confused thoughts. Malfoy had been nice, and then had kissed him. They had snogged, someone walked in on them and Malfoy had threatened Harry. . .
"Don't you fucking dare breathe a word of this to anyone, because I swear I will not rest until I have your head on a platter if you do."
No matter how much he thought about it he still was confused, hurt, and angry. Why did Malfoy kiss him? Did he have any feelings at all for him? Or was he just reacting on pure instinct? Because Malfoy had enjoyed the kiss, Harry was sure of it. Was this his wicked plan behind the nice facade? To make a fool out of Harry and play with his emotions? Because Harry felt terrible for what he had done. He had to admit to himself that that was the best kiss he had ever had, but by the look of things, it was the last he was going to get from Malfoy. It hurt that they'd never be together.
"Harry? Are you okay? Did he do anything to you?"
"No."
"You're not going to do anything stupid are you? Ron told me what happened in Divination."
"No."
"Are you sure you're okay?"
"Yes."
"Come on Harry mate, stop lying to us we're you're best friends. You know you can tell us anything. What happened between you and Malfoy up here? He practically flew down the stairs."
Harry looked at Ron, slightly surprised, it wasn't like Ron to pick things like this up. That was Hermione's job. He sighed, well if he couldn't trust them by now he shouldn't be calling them friends. They wouldn't tell anyone if he asked them to, but Malfoy's threat still made shivers run down his spine. Shivers very different from the ones he had received from the kiss.
Was it all part of the plan? Give him false hopes, then shatter them? How would Malfoy know he swung both ways when he hadn't been sure bout it himself? It didn't make any sense. Harry let out an exasperated sigh as anger welled up in him. Malfoy had caught him in a moment of weakness, and in that moment had done something utterly wonderful, or something completely unforgivable.
"It's not that easy to explain, and well. . . promise me you will not tell anyone. No a single living or dead soul, okay?" He said, taking deep, steadying breaths as he spoke.
"We promise." They chorused.
"Well, for starters let's clarify a few things before I start. And I understand if you wouldn't want to speak to me ever again."
"Come on Harry, there's nothing that would scare us away from you." Ron said slightly exasperated.
"I-I'm gay. Well, bi to be exact." He waited with bated breath for the stunned silence to be broken. Hermione spoke first.
"Oh Harry," she said softly. "Forgive me for saying this but, that's great!"
"Huh?" Harry had been expecting them to scream, yell, awkwardly excuse themselves out of his life, but not excitement.
"I said it's fabulous! We can go shopping together and talk about hair and clothes and hair and fashion and hair and lots of other stuff, like hair!" (Can I say Obsession? )
"Ummmm, okay." Harry said cautiously, easily imagining himself and Hermione shopping together at the mall. She could even give him some tips on what looked good on him. He relaxed slightly.
"'Bout time you came out. I've been dying to beat the crap out of you for liking Malfoy."
"What?" This was even more shocking than Hermione's reaction. He'd fear for his life if Ron had really planned on beating him, but the freckled redhead was smiling sympathetically at Harry, who was in shock. "You knew? When? How?"
Ron smiled. "Well I started getting suspicious when I saw the clothes you had gotten yourself. No normal guy has that good of a fashion taste. And well, you're suddenly so neat, and you keep staring at Malfoy. Add the fact that you're both not fighting anymore. . . Two plus two is four. Well I did think you were full on gay, 'cause you don't seem interested in any type of girl, but I was close enough. So did you guys snog or something? 'Cause his perfect hair was kinda mussed up." (A/N: Muahahahaha, in my own HP universe Ron is a genius. Now you know how warped my mind really is. :P)
Harry blushed red from embarrassment and anger as he remembered the kiss, but mostly from embarrassment. If Ron knew he was bi, Malfoy could've known too. 'So the bastard decided he'd have some fun and take advantage of me while I was depressed.'
"Ha! I knew it! What was it like?"
Harry smiled slightly at Ron's eagerness to know. "Ummm, tidy and moist?"
"No, details Harry, details!" Hermione urged, who had overcome her own shock with more excitement. So Harry started from the beginning telling them everything.
"Did you see who it was?"
"No."
"I get shivers just thinking about snogging something vile like Malfoy, no offense Harry. Look! I did it again. See? I shiver!" (A/N: Of course he can be his idiotic self too. How odd. :P)
"Hmmm, maybe he panicked. You know he does have a reputation to uphold, you both do. But don't worry, he's not worth it, he's done a lot of snogging to get that good. And I don't think that's the half of it. Besides you don't even know if he's actually likable and you do have a secret admirer who seems to care a lot about you."
"Yeah Hermione you have a point. I'll just try and forget about it." Harry returned Hermione's warm smile. "I think we've missed enough lessons for today."
"No Harry not Transfiguration."
"Yes, Ron. Transfiguration." Hermione said hitting him on the head as he shivered again. "Stop that."
The three of them trouped back down the stairs and tried to blend in with their class. Harry caught sight of Malfoy walking out of Professor McGonagall's class deep in conversation with Blaise. She caught his eye and grinned. 'She knows.'
Harry talked with Ron and Hermione trying to forget the feeling of Malfoy's lips on his, but it kept creeping back into his mind. Looking around the class trying to distract himself, Harry found something that just might do the trick. He picked up a green leather Journal that had been hiding underneath the desk.
"Hello, who do you belong to?" Harry whispered to it. It had a golden dragon that snaked down the left side, ending at the bottom where a word began. Harry studied the letters for a while. They reminded him of something he had seen before. Giving up on it he attempted to open the book, but it was sealed shut. He briefly wondered if 'Alohamora' would work on it when Hermione spotted it.
"Hey that's written in Ancient Runes! Where'd you get it?" she hissed taking the journal from him.
"Found it right now. What does it say? I didn't take that class."
"It says Draconis, basically it means dragon. There was this legend about a great dragon that once gave half his heart to a prince to save his life. But the prince grew up to be evil and the only way to kill the prince was to kill the dragon. In the end the dragon became Draco, a constellation in the sky." (A/N: Dragon Heart. Haven't seen that movie in forever so I'm sorry if it doesn't make sense.)
"Draco." Harry repeated thinking of Malfoy. "Think you can open it?"
"Yeah, but not right now. I haven't finished taking my notes."
Harry turned the thin book in his hands wondering if it really belonged to Malfoy, and what secrets it would hold whether it belonged to him or not.
Chapter five up next week! Sorry for the cliffhanger.
J/K! Did you panic? Scream? Cry? Sorry, I'm just super hyper right now.
Malfoy stopped dead in his tracks as he left Ancient Runes with Blaise. He tore open his book bag and rummaged through.
"Draco, what are you doing?" Blaise demanded as Draco began to run back to the Transfiguration class. He had been so caught up with talking to Blaise, who took everything surprisingly well, (everyone is so understanding) that he had forgotten that he had brought his journal with him. Usually it never left his room, he only took it with him when he went home on vacation, but so much had happened that Draco felt as if he'd burst if he didn't tell his most trusted friend. Now he couldn't find it.
"Draco!" Blaise grabbed the back of his robes. "I want to know what's wrong. Remember we're real friends now." She hissed.
"My journal. I think I left it in Transfiguration."
"Is it a thin, green leather bound book with gold junk on the front?"
Draco gaped at her. "You have it?"
"No, but they do." She pointed to Harry, Ron and Hermione who were attempting to open it.
"Oh my god! Blaise you have to get it back!"
"Me? Excuse me, but I'm not the type of girl who'd own a diary."
"Well I'm not the type of guy who should own one either. Please Blaise it's too embarrassing for me to get it. Especially with what happened earlier today. Besides we're real friends now."
"You know, you're such a prissy prig when one really gets to know you." Blaise huffed as she headed for the trio, which had just managed to open the book.
Draco watched as Hermione opened it, resisting the urge to run over himself. Just one wrong sentence would instantly give away the true identity of the owner, and there were plenty of those. As well as all of his life's secrets. Hermione frowned and began to flip through an impossibly large amount of pages that shouldn't be able to fit in such a small book.
The journal had been a gift from his Aunt Beatrix. She had given it to Draco on his birthday, where he had also received his own crest apart from the Malfoy family one. That had marked his last day of childhood and he had written in the journal nearly every day since. Fortunately it was bewitched so that a new page would appear when he needed it, but still kept the compact size.
Malfoy watched as Blaise snatched the journal as Hermione turned it back to the beginning. "I'm sorry but I'll take that back."
Malfoy sighed with relief as Hermione glared at her retreating back along with Ron, but Harry's eyes fell on Draco. Draco mustered up his best Malfoy smirk, and sauntered after Blaise who had turned towards the dungeons and the Slytherin common room.
"I wish I could have studied it more. That was an interesting charm on it, I was hoping to put it on some of my books so they wouldn't be such a burden." Hermione said as the tip of her quill broke. "We should have come here first. Harry do you have a quill I can have? This was my last one."
"Yeah, there should be one in my robe, I stuffed it in there after class." Harry replied as he moved his last pawn forward one square. It was amazing how once they had finished talking about Harry's sexual orientation, and slight crush on Malfoy, things had returned to normal as if nothing unusual happened.
"Well, did you read anything of interest?" Ron asked while contemplating his next move. "Queen to E7."
"All I got to read was, 'Dear Journal, Today is my fourth birthday, and father told me that it is time. . .' And it was all messy and misspelled so I presume whoever wrote it really was four."
"I don't think that it's Blaise's though. It has to be Draco's. His name means dragon and he was there when Blaise took the journal. Knight to E7." Harry said, frowning in concentration.
"Yeah, that's right, and they are friends. Oh well. Here Harry you should put this in a safer place." Hermione handed him his poem.
"I did. It's in my trunk with the other ones."
"Ha, you fell for it. Rook to E7, checkmate."
As usual, pennies for thoughts:P
P. S. The slash was originally planned for the next chapter, and it was only suppose to only be a quick kiss, add the fact that I have a) only read slash, b) have never attempted anything like this, and c) have never been kissed (sad, yet true.) It may be a bit weird and well, just weird. I'd appreciate any pointers. Love you all lots! -Kat