Title: I Will Not Forget
Author: Princesspepper
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or his beautiful boyfriend (darn).
(A/N): Happy New Year! Bah, I don't really want to write right now, but I feel like being nice! Okay, I'm so sorry it took SO LONG for me to update, but finals are coming up, and I had two projects due last week. Not to mention I'm reading The Odyssey in English. It gives me a frickin headache; I gotta read like fifty pages a night in it. Anyway, I feel kinda dumb writing like this, that's the other reason I'm taking so long to update. I'm not used to writing humor, so I feel like because it isn't loaded with angst and drama that it is bad. I'm tempted to make Draco start cutting again, just to add more drama. I'm a dramatic writer! And, also, I feel dumb because Draco has been very OOC. But, there is indeed a reason. Bare in mind that Draco becomes more and more like the stereotyped "dumb blonde" every time Ricardo comes near him. This is no coincidence (hint hint). So, yeah, that's why Draco's really OOC. Lemme know what you think about adding more drama. It can't be all sunshine and butterflies! Personals…
Aquilius: Thank you, I have more confidence now. He will do the story good for the story, but it may not seem that way for a while. In the long run, things will get better. Thanks for the review!
Starrarose: Yes, he is mucho grande irritating, as you put it. Ahaha, I'd sure love to kill him off with a dull weapon, the more slow and painful the better. You'll just have to wait and see!
twodollartrick: Ah, that's okay, I liked your lame joke. It did make me laugh. Oh, you're welcome; I had so much fun writing the lemon scene. So glad everyone enjoyed it! Ahaha, it makes me laugh every time somebody says they hate Ricardo because he started out as such an innocent, stupid, air-headed person. It's hard for me to think of him as evil, but alas, he is. He was a work in progress for so long, and I finally put him in the story, lol. Yes, I hate when people are like that. I know several. But Ricardo is far more irritating in his glitteryness. Believe it or not, you are actually very close on your guesses there… well, maybe this chapter will reveal the answer! Enjoy!
princesspeach13: Wow, you've gone more nuts than you usually do… I'm scared. Ahahaha the randomness is taking over!
CatJetRat: No no, not at all, I don't blame you. I love it when someone speaks Spanish and I understand what they are saying. The only reason this guy is Hispanic… well, it's a long story. Let's just say it is for a very random reason that doesn't make any sense. Sort of an inside joke I have with one of my friends… lmao, it's making me laugh thinking about it. That's the same reason his name is Ricardo. You live in Texas? Wooow, cool. I live in New York . Hope you like this one.
Sheri Dust: Ah, that made me laugh so hard. Don't worry, he will get what he deserves. The scary thing is… you're not too far off 0.0
ruperts-a-honey: Pretty close…
Gryffindorgrl86: I so agree. But they are worth everything. Ah, I don't think the cliffie was too bad this time. Yes, there is always that bottom fight. It's so cute though! Yes, they are of age, but the school wouldn't want their rooming together "distract from their studies" lol. That is quite a good suggestion. I'll remember that. Yoooouuuur welcome (that was scary… I'm sugar high ). Eh, the guess was sorta on the right track. You'll see though! Hope this was soon enough for ya!
Countess Zephyr: Ahahahaha the word "ack" cracks me up. It's okay that you haven't reviewed before; you're making up for it with your long review. Yay. You are very close. I'm surprised how many people got close to who Ricardo really is… but nobody got it exactly! Wow, that confused me XD. No, not torturous, amusing .
Daniels Dark Angel: Hahaha "the 'hola' boy." That was a good one. Omg you were very, very close. Not QUITE. Am I that predictable :-P? Yes, a damsel is more like a helpless woman. Draco, a helpless woman? (shakes with mirth). Yes, I will kill THB (the hola boy ahahaha). He's EVIL! (stab). Okay, thanks for the review!
Also thanks to: adina, Mistress Vamp, doxie, and Remi!! REVIEWS ARE LIKE AIR!
Okay, so I'm writing a one-shot death fic. It's almost done, and it's possibly the most disturbing thing I've ever written. But READ IT ANYWAY or I'll be really, really sad and never update again (threats are fun). Ok, if on the off chance that I update before you've read the previous chapter, don't be discouraged! Review both! It would make me very, very happy.
Okay, so in this chapter you will witness more of Ricardo's glittery-ness as well as… the return of Seamus!!! Exciting, huh? Wellll I hope you all enjoy!
Ah, wait, before I start, it's advertisement time! If any of you are into the manga Fruits Basket, you should check out princesspeach13's fic. I'm betaing it, so I know what promise it has . but just a warning: it isn't slash. So if you're like me and hate het, don't check it out! Okay, now for the main event (wow, I always write novel-length Author's Notes o.0)
In the last chapter:
"Bye, Ricardo," Draco shouted over his shoulder towards the Hispanic man.
Ricardo waved back, chuckling lightly to himself. "This is going to easier than I thought." He muttered evilly, with the same cold glint in his eye that only Harry noticed.
(Chapter Seven: Jealousy)
'Draco, I don't like the looks of this guy. At all.' Harry was communicating as he dragged his boyfriend towards their dorm.
'What's wrong with him? He's quite a nice bloke!' Draco protested. Yes, our little protagonist is quite thick.'Is your head incased in a block of wax, you nimrod? He. Was. Hitting. On. You.' Harry annunciated slowly and clearly, as if he were speaking to a five year old.
'Nonsense! He is just really friendly!'Harry looked at Draco and rolled his eyes in exasperation. It didn't look as if they were going to get anywhere, so he gave up. Draco took that as a signal that he had won their little tiff, so he yanked his arm out of Harry's grasp and continued to strut down the corridor with his nose in the air.
"What has gotten into you?" Harry muttered, jogging to match Draco's brisk stride.
"Nothing… I think something has gotten into you." Draco said defiantly.
"Yeah… you have." Harry muttered suggestively.
"Wha?"
"Nothing." Harry said quickly.
The next few days seemed to pass by so quickly. Harry's mood greatly improved since he didn't see Ricardo the whole time. Needless to say, most of those days were spent in the dorm, their time occupied by snogging and other such things. Hey, they didn't have anything else better to do.
Finally, the day rolled around where they would be starting their schooling. The two of them were very nervous, needless to say. Harry was just hoping he would have classes with Draco; he needed to keep his eye on him.
Sure enough, that morning when they received their schedules, they compared them to discover that they had many of the same classes together. In fact, all of them. To Harry's displeasure, however, they had to take most of the classes they had to take in Hogwarts. He was particularly dreaded about Potions, as it was his worst subject. Oh well, he thought, maybe I'll be better since my professor won't be Snape.
"Don't worry Harry," Draco said after Harry voiced his concern about Potions. "I'll tutor you." Draco had a mischievous glint in his eye. This was going to be fun.
Their first class of the day happened to be Potions, much to Harry's dismay. What was worse than having your worst class first thing on a Monday morning? Well, it got worse, believe it or not.
When Harry and Draco first arrived at the designated classroom, no teacher was present. They looked at each other quizzically before peering into the classroom. Everybody else had seemed to have taken it upon themselves to find a seat, so Harry and Draco followed suit. They found two empty seats next to each other and sat down apprehensively.
They did not have to wait long. The arrival of the teacher was announced by quick footfalls, clacking on the tile floor. Harry couldn't help feeling nervous. This was his worst subject, and the teacher most likely determined weather or not he would be passing.
When the teacher entered the room, Harry took one look at him and gasped. He looked at Draco to discover that his eyes had widened to the size of dinner plates.
"S-S…Snape?!" Harry and Draco cried in unison.
"Hello Potter, Malfoy," Snape said, appearing completely unfazed. There was just a mild look of surprise on his face to find the two previous rivals seated next to one another. Apparently, Dumbledore had left him in the dark regarding the true nature of Harry and Draco's relationship. Harry was sure he had a reason; Dumbledore knew all.
As Snape made his intentionally slow walk to the front of the classroom, he caught Harry's eye. As he was passing him, out of the corner of his mouth, he whispered, "I'm sure you have questions. See me after class." Harry nodded nonchalantly, his eyes looking elsewhere so as not to be conspicuous.
Snape went through his usual speech that he would always make at the beginning of a year. "You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion making. As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with it's shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through the human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses…. I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death…" Harry stifled a laugh as Snape droned on. He found it extremely funny that Snape said the exact same thing to every class. He was just about to gain control again when he made the mistake of looking at Draco. With one look at his face, it became apparent that the same thoughts were running through his head as well. That was when Harry lost it.
He burst out laughing, quite loud. Snape, however, did his best to ignore this. He merely shot Harry a look of death before continuing writing on the board.
'Harry! You'll get us killed!' Draco was saying.
'I can't help it! The look on your face…' Harry was overcome by yet another giggle fit.
The lesson progressed as one of Snape's lessons often did. Harry and Draco appeared to be the only ones impervious to his intimidation tactics. Harry took pride in this, and was for once glad that Snape had taught him. He already had an easy advantage over his classmates.
Finally, class ended. Harry was very curious why Snape had to speak with him. Automatically, when the bell rang, Draco latched onto Harry's arm as he headed towards Snape's desk. Harry wasn't about to protest, but then realized this might look odd. He gently shrugged Draco off of him.
When they reached the desk, Snape looked up at the two of them skeptically. "Mr. Malfoy, I'm sure this doesn't concern you." He said, giving Draco a pointed look.
"No, Professor, It's okay. Anything you have to say to me you can say in front of him." Harry responded, motioning towards Draco. Draco smiled nastily as if to say, "See, he likes me, you bastard!"
Snape cocked one eyebrow, but didn't argue. "Well, Mr. Potter, now is the time to ask me any questions you may have. I will not take any other time to do this, so I suggest you speak now." Same old Snape.
"Er…" Harry began, "what're you doing here? And how does this involve me?"
Snape sighed. "I knew you would ask me that. Dumbledore sent me, much to my dismay. It's not like I wanted to continue to teach you. I thought I was done. Seven years was long enough."
"Thanks," Harry said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'm sure you noticed I wasn't too pleased when you walked in either."
Draco shot Harry a warning look as Snape said, "That is quite enough!"
"Are you going to answer my question or not?"
"I'm sure you know that I was a spy between Dumbledore and He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. I am simply continuing my duties. Dumbledore seems to think you aren't capable of taking care of yourself. I'm here to make sure nothing You-Know-Who related happens."
"Oh," said Harry resentfully. He felt slightly angry with Dumbledore after hearing this information. Harry was a big boy; he could look out for himself! But then again, Dumbledore always seemed to have someone guarding him. Harry sighed and resigned himself to the idea.
"Now get out! I'm not giving you two a late pass. And I don't want to know why you two are suddenly friends." He said "friends" as if he were praying that was all they were. Draco sniggered.
"See you tomorrow, Sev." Draco said, grabbing Harry's hand and dragging him out the door.
Once the door shut behind them, Snape shook his head and muttered; "I always knew they couldn't stay enemies forever."
The day went along fairly smoothly after that. Nothing really noteworthy happened until the last class of the day.
When Draco discovered that they would have to be taking History Of Magic, he was very displeased indeed. Not to say Harry wasn't. It was a painstakingly boring class, and it was torturous just to stay awake. So, when they arrived at the classroom, they gritted their teeth before entering timidly. The whole of the class (and it was a lot of people) were standing up at various places around the room, but nobody was sitting, so they decided they would stand as well. The teacher emerged from somewhere in the back of the room with a sheet of paper. It appeared as if she were one of the stuffy ones who insisted upon giving assigned seats.
Harry and Draco looked at each other and groaned, rolling their eyes; this was such a grade school thing to do. The lady began reading names off sheet and pointing distractedly with her wand to where she wanted them to sit.
Harry observed that there were four rows, consisting of six desks each. The first row was nearly filled when he heard a name he didn't want to hear, and saw a face he didn't want to see.
"Er…" the teacher said, "Ricardo! Right, take the last seat in the first row…"
Harry glared. Draco smiled. He waved at his new "friend." Ricardo winked. Harry shuddered. Draco blushed. Harry was not happy at all.
By the time this whole little exchange was over, the teacher was now nearing the back of the second row. "Adriana, you're next, and the last seat goes to… Draco? That's a unique name…"
Harry froze. This was not happening. Draco was going to be seated next to that bastard! Draco, however, didn't seem to take any notice of Harry's displeasure. He walked over to the designated seat and lowered himself into it, smiling at Ricardo. Harry was surprised to find that he had been digging his fingernails into his palms. Jealousy is a bitch.
Throughout the rest of the seating, Harry was glaring at Draco and Ricardo. This was ridiculous, how could Draco not realize that Ricardo was hitting on him? He's been acting really weird lately. Harry thought, slightly concerned. Draco was usually a controlling, power-hungry, dominant guy, but now he was reduced to a blushing, giggling ditz. Harry was violently snapped from his thoughts when he heard his name being called. The usual commotion ensued.
"Now then… Harry? Oh my… Harry Potter." When the teacher said his surname, Harry braced himself. Sure enough, the entire class (all but Ricardo and Draco, that is) turned their heads, and their eyes all followed the familiar path towards his forehead. Harry pretended he didn't notice this behavior and simply looked towards where his teacher was pointing him.
He let out a sigh of relief. He would be sitting next to Draco after all. As he took his seat, Draco smiled at him brightly before returning to his conversation with Ricardo. Harry clenched his fists again, but chose not to say anything.
But, the surprises were hardly over. There were only a few people left to be seated, and as it dwindled down slowly, Harry began to relax. That is, until there was only one person left. When Harry heard that name, he nearly fell out of his seat.
"Seamus? Yes, you take the last seat. Now, shall we begin?"
Harry's jaw dropped as he slowly turned to see the young man sitting next to him. "S-Seamus?" he stuttered, still in complete shock.
Seamus turned to look at him with a genuine smile. "Hello, Harry. Isn't this great? Now we can be together again!"
Harry gave him a pained smile. He didn't have the heart to tell him what was going on. Apparently, Seamus was blissfully unaware that Draco was sitting on Harry's other side. How he failed to notice this, Harry had no idea. But, Harry would have to tell him soon, otherwise things could get ugly.
Harry was very glad Seamus was a diligent student, for when he was taking notes, Harry got the chance to have a brief exchange with Draco.
'Do you SEE who is sitting on my other side?' Harry sent him while clenching his teeth and squeezing his pen so hard that the ink cartridge nearly popped out.
'Uh…no?' Then Draco nonchalantly leaned over so as to see who was agitating Harry so much. 'What? It's just Finnigan. Weren't you two friends back at Hog-' Suddenly, Draco stopped being an airhead and remembered who Harry was with before himself. 'Oh SHIT!' Draco said.
'Yeah, now you realize! And he thinks we just took a break from each other, rather than break it off!'
Draco's eyes narrowed. 'You better tell him, Potter!' He spat mentally.
'But it's not like we had a bad relationship! I still don't want to hurt him!''Well you'd rather tell him than have me do it, wouldn't you?' Draco replied menacingly.
'Er… yeah, I suppose. But not now, okay? I promise I won't go off with him or anything.'
"YOU BETTER NOT!" Draco hissed out loud. A little too loud, in fact. All people within a ten-foot radius of him turned around to look at what the source of the sudden outburst might be. Draco could have sworn he saw the teacher's eye twitch.
He shuddered and looked down at his paper to hide his blush. Finally, he realized that Harry was quietly sniggering.
'Ah, shut up! You know how worked up I get from this!' Harry rolled his eyes and went back to taking notes.
When Draco was sure his blush had receded, he looked up only to feel eyes upon him once more. He instinctively looked at Harry to find that he was absorbed in the lesson, not paying him any attention whatsoever. Draco shrugged it off and continued writing. But he couldn't shake off the feeling.
He looked up again and turned sharply to his left. Ricardo was staring at him. Draco shuddered. That was creepy. But when Ricardo shot him one of those sparkly smiles, Draco suddenly forgot what he was worrying about. All was right with the world, why was he worrying?
In fact, even when he felt something faintly brush up against his left leg, the little red flag that went up in the back of his mind was quickly blocked out; only to be replaced with the feeling of air headed innocence. Ricardo was intoxicating him.
Meanwhile, Harry was having problems of his own. He was trying desperately hard to ignore Seamus's fleeting glances, begging him to look back. Finally, apparently Seamus had gotten fed up trying to catch his eye. Harry discovered he had slipped a sloppily folded note onto the corner of Harry's desk. Harry looked at him quizzically to discover that he was now staring intently at the teacher. Harry tentatively opened the note.
Harry,
Meet me after class by the fountain before dinner. I can't wait.
-Seamus
Harry cursed his cowardice. He should have told Seamus already; no matter when he did it, it would still hurt, so better sooner than later.
Harry attempted several times to reach Draco mentally, but for some strange reason, something was interfering with their bond. Harry looked at Draco to see that he was staring straight ahead with a dreamy expression on his face. Harry looked at him suspiciously. Then he looked at Ricardo. Harry somehow knew he was behind this.
Eventually, Harry gave up trying to get Draco's attention through their bond, and made him listen the old fashioned way.
"Draco… Dracooooo," Harry whispered. Draco was still non-responsive, his unfocused gaze directed straight across the room. When the teacher turned her back to write on the board, Harry cast a furtive glance around before smacking Draco on the back of the head lightly. That sure got his attention.
"Owwww… what was that for?" he whined, looking at Harry. Harry was very disturbed when he noticed that Draco wasn't really looking at him. His silver eyes were still unfocused.
"Draco, what the bleeding hell is wrong with you? Are you drunk or something?"
"Hm, noooo." Draco said in a very spacey voice.
"Okay. Well, are you listening?"
"Yeeahhhh."
"I've got a bit of a problem," Harry whispered, casting a look back at Seamus to make sure he wasn't listening. Harry lowered his voice anyway. "Seamus wants to meet me by the fountain outside after class."
"Wh-WHAAAT?" Draco spat, his eyes un-clouding fast. He was now seething, which made Harry feel good despite himself.
"I THOUGHT YOU SAID YOU WOULDN'T GO OFF WITH HIM?!?"
"Well… I can't stand him up, can I? I already feel really bad about what happened between us."
"WELL THEN I'M COMING WITH YOU! IF YOU MUST GO OFF WITH HIM, I'M NOT LETTING YOU GO ALONE!"
Harry was silently thoughtful for a few moments. 'Fine…whoa, it works again!'
'What do you mean "again"? We completed the bond; it's supposed to always work!''Yeah, well there was something interfering before or something… anyway, about you coming- you can come, but you gotta wear my invisibility cloak. Seamus may be offended if I show up with you.'
'Fine! But if he tries anything, I will kick his scrawny good-for-nothing arse.'
'Ha, like you could!' Harry sniggered, mocking Draco. Hey, it was really, really fun.
Draco glared at him but said nothing in response. Instead he gritted his teeth and stared at the clock, not able to wait until the bell rang.
When the bell finally did ring, Draco bolted out of his seat, Harry close on his heels. They didn't want Seamus catching up with Harry quite yet. But they weren't quick enough.
"Harry," he whispered, grabbing Harry's forearm. Harry winced before turning around and putting on a forced smile.
"Hey Seamus."
"Aren't you coming to the fountain?" He said pointedly.
"Er, of course. I just want to get a cloak. It's a bit nippy out." Seamus nodded and let go, walking out the door. Harry breathed a sigh of relief.
"C'mon, let's go." Draco grumbled, taking the arm that Seamus had just released. Harry rolled his green eyes and allowed Draco to drag him to their room.
"Where's your cloak?!" Draco said. He was very high strung. Apparently, the prospect of Seamus moving in on what he believed to be his really rubbed him the wrong way, even if he knew Harry wouldn't allow this to happen.
"Calm down! It's right here!" Harry snapped, pulling his cloak out from the bottom of his trunk. "Now, put it on and hold on to my arm. I want to know where you are."
"Fine," Draco grumbled, following Harry's instructions, but not after narrowing his eyes into a look of contempt. "What, you don't trust me?"
"No, I trust you. I just don't want you to go crazy on Seamus."
"That sounds to me like you don't trust me," Draco muttered.
"Hm?"
"Nothing."
"Good." Harry said pleasantly, now closing and locking their dorm room. "Now, lets go."
When they arrived at the fountain, Seamus was already waiting. He had his back turned to Harry with his arms crossed against his chest to ward against the cold. The late autumn wind whipped through his hair, and when he turned when he heard approaching footsteps, the wind stung his cheeks, making them a rosy pink. Or maybe that was the blush upon seeing Harry.
In any case, Seamus smiled brightly on Harry's arrival. "I thought you weren't going to come," he said, overjoyed that he was wrong.
"Heh, well here I am," Harry said half-heartedly. Seamus moved forward and took Harry's hand. Harry heard Draco make a distinct indignant noise from next to him. Unfortunately, Seamus had taken the hand attached to the arm Draco was now holding. Draco abruptly yanked Harry's arm out of Seamus's grasp.
Seamus looked at Harry quizzically, but didn't say anything. Harry put his hands in his pockets in a futile attempt to cover up his sudden movement. Harry picked up one of his feet and casually leaned back on it, stepping down hard on Draco's foot. Draco let out a yelp, and Harry covered up the noise with a cough.
'HE WILL NOT TOUCH YOU!' Draco seethed to Harry.
'Give the guy a break; he thinks we're still together.' Harry pleaded. Draco sighed but said nothing.
"So… Seamus. What's up?" Harry said calmly.
Seamus instantly brightened, looking back at Harry. "Well… I was wondering if you wanted to put in a request to switch roommates. Wouldn't it be cool to be roommates? I mean, we could be together all day, since roommates always have all their classes together! And we could be together all night, too." He finished suggestively.
Draco growled audibly and tightened his grip on Harry's arm possessively. Harry put his hand over where he knew Draco's was and stroked it, managing to make the gesture both a soothing and warning one at the same time. He turned his head to look at where Draco's head was and give him a look. Harry heard Seamus make a sound.
"What is it?" Harry asked, distracted from Seamus's earlier question.
"W-what's that on your neck? Is that a hickey?" Seamus sounded very hurt.
Harry sighed. Yes, indeed, it was a hickey. Harry had put a concealment charm on his neck all day, but apparently it had just worn off. "Yes, Seamus, about that…" Harry began.
"You've been cheating on me!" Seamus said in a scandalized voice.
Harry shook his head solemnly. "We aren't together anymore. It wouldn't be fair to you if we were. I wasn't giving you the attention you deserved; my thoughts were always elsewhere. You deserve better than me."
Seamus's eyes welled up with unshed tears. "So you found someone else to hurt? Someone else to not appreciate?"
Harry shook his head again. "No, Seamus, you don't understand. I couldn't be with you because Draco was still on my mind. You remember that, don't you?"
Seamus nodded violently. "How could I forget? That was bloody disturbing!"
Harry smiled sadly, "I know, and I'm sorry. Things like that would keep happening if I remained with you."
"So now you're using someone else so you can scream his name when—"
"NO, no." Harry cut him off, blushing. He heard Draco snigger triumphantly.
"Then who gave you that hickey?" Seamus said, his face turning red with frustration.
Draco couldn't hold himself back anymore. He let go of Harry's arm and ran a few yards back so it looked as if he were spying, instead of the fact that Harry let him come along. He then yanked of the invisibility cloak.
"I did!" he said, triumph written all over his face.
Seamus blanched when he saw Draco appear out of thin air, but quickly regained his composure.
"Oh," he said, sounding resigned. "Waaaaait a minute… you're here?"
"You see me standing here, don't you?" Draco spat, now walking closer to stand next to Harry again.
"Draco, be nice," Harry muttered.
"Well, congratulations you two." Seamus said miserably, "I'm glad you found him, Harry. But… hey, didn't that bastard break up with you in sixth year for NO REASON?" Seamus continued, now getting really, really mad.
"Oh, no, I had a reason." Draco hissed derisively. "Not like I wanted to," he said, his tone quickly changing from venomous to sickeningly sweet, throwing one arm around Harry's neck.
Harry flinched out of embarrassment and slowly edged away from Draco for Seamus's benefit.
"Whatever…" Seamus muttered. "Just know I'm not giving up. You've got competition, Malfoy." And with that, he walked away into the gusts of wind. Harry watched his retreating figure as it got smaller and smaller on the horizon.
"Draco, why do you have to be such a bastard to people?!" Harry shouted once Seamus was out of earshot.
"Just claiming what's mine," Draco said, smiling nastily.
"I don't belong to anybody." Harry muttered.
"I know, I'm sorry."
Harry turned to Draco and smiled. This was really nice. What could go wrong now? Harry took Draco's hand in his own and slowly closed the distance between them. Harry kissed Draco long and passionately, reminding him not to be jealous, that he was the one Harry wanted to be with, and they were bonded for a reason. Their lips melded together and their arms encircled one another, not caring who was, or wasn't, watching. Harry then noticed that when he was Draco, for once in his life, his public appearance didn't matter to him. It was just about what he wanted, and what Draco wanted. It wasn't about the press coming up to him, shoving magical microphones in his face.
When they pulled away, Draco looked slightly shocked, but very happy. "What was that for?" he inquired; his hair slightly messed up by the wind. Harry merely smiled, taking his hand and leading him back into the building.
Dinner proceeded as normal, except for the fact that Harry was now trying to avoid Seamus's eyes while trying to divert Draco's attention away from Ricardo. Harry thought it quite hypocritical of Draco to be having staring matches with Ricardo while he yelled at Harry for having trouble rejecting his ex-boyfriend. Fortunately for Draco, Harry was not as hot tempered as him, although he was quite angry.
As soon as the bell rang for the end of dinner, Harry took a hold of Draco's arm, and now it was his turn to drag Draco to their room. Draco rolled his eyes but didn't put up a struggle.
When they got there, Harry threw Draco inside and slammed the door shut, locking all of the locks.
"Oh my, what are you planning?" Draco said mischievously.
"Oh, no, don't you even think about it! We have class tomorrow!"
Draco was unable to mask his disappointment. Harry laughed at Draco's put-out expression and retreated to the bathroom to wash up.
Meanwhile, Draco was in the process of stripping down to his boxers and getting comfortable hoping maybe Harry would change his mind. Suddenly, he heard a distinct 'pop' and let out a high-pitched scream, trying desperately to cover his bare chest.
Harry poked his head out of the bathroom. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" he said, raising an eyebrow.
"I heard a pop! I head a pop!" Draco screeched, his voice still an octave higher than usual.
Harry frowned and walked out of the bathroom. He glanced around the room, looking for what may have startled Draco. He looked at the table in the study area and found a piece of paper he didn't remember putting there. He picked it up and quickly read it.
"Oh, it was just this appearing. Nothing to worry about see?" he showed Draco the harmless piece of paper and Draco felt himself blush crimson.
"What is it?" Draco said while willing his cheeks to return to their normal color.
"It's an invitation to a party, actually," Harry said, sounding pleased.
"Oh, how delightful!" Draco said, walking towards Harry to get a better look at the invitation. "Who's throwing it?"
"Let's see…" but when Harry found the name, his face fell. "Uh… wait! No party, I was mistaken!"
"You're a terrible liar, Potter." Draco said affectionately, wrestling the paper out of Harry's grasp.
"Oh, Ricardo's throwing it with his roommate…-" Draco stopped mid-sentence when he saw the other name on the invitation. "FINNIGAN!"
"Exactly. So maybe it's best if we don't go…"
"NONSENSE! We must go! You'll just stay far, FAR away from him!" Draco said in a false cheery voice, which Harry found inexplicably creepy.
Harry shuddered. "Fine. But if Ricardo starts flirting with you again…" Harry made a strangling motion subconsciously with his hands. Draco backed off slightly at this.
"I don't want to get into this argument again… anyway, when is the party?" he said, looking at the invitation again. "Oh, Friday night! We have a lot to do, we better work fast!"
"Draco, dear, what are you talking about? We are not throwing the bloody party, we're just attending!"
"But we have to pick out a wardrobe! We must go shopping some day after class!" Draco started nervously biting his fingernails.
Harry rolled his eyes. "You already have SO MANY outfits! Your wardrobe takes up half of the room! How much more do you NEED?" he said incredulously.
"Pfft, do you know nothing? Every time you get invited to a party, you have to show up in a new outfit!"
"Draco, you're so…-"
"Gay?" Draco offered, smiling sweetly. "Well, of course I am! There would be something wrong if I wasn't!"
"Okay, but that's not exactly what I was going for." Harry muttered.
"Then what were you going for?"
"Something more along the lines of vain."
"I'm a Malfoy!" Draco said, puffing out his chest proudly, "of course I'm vain!"
The boys finished getting ready for bed, quite thankful that their first day at their new school was over. Draco slowly climbed into his bed, settling himself under the covers. Harry walked back into the main room from the bathroom, making his way towards his own bed.
"Where do you think you're going?" Draco said, glaring at Harry. "You're not sleeping all the way over there, are you?"
Harry smiled at him and climbed into bed next to him, slipping an arm around his waist. The boys fell asleep like that, in Draco's bed, Harry's bed lying across the room, deserted and forgotten.
(End Of Chapter Seven)
(A/N): OMG I updated! 0.0 haha. I'm so mean to you guys sometimes. But the good news is, I think my writer's block is gone for a while! That chapter came to me easily for some reason, and I'm quite pleased with it, even if it isn't the most exciting. Sorry if it sucked. It was more like a filler. I needed to introduce the current situation, with Seamus and Ricardo. Oh, and by the way, Snape's little speech at the beginning of the chapter came straight from the book.
Coming up: a wild party! More Harry/Draco action (if you ask nicely)! Maybe some cheating…? You won't like that… oh well! Okay, well give me ideas about what to put in later chapters if you feel compelled to. I love suggestions! I can't think of all of this stuff myself; sometimes I run out of ideas and get frustrated. So review, and tell me what you want to see! Give me suggestions, constructive criticism, compliments, whatever! Just review! Please? Okay, thank you! Until next time (which will NOT be as long of a wait as it was this time),
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