DISCLAIMER: let's hear it one more time, so it can remind me of how much of
a loser I am: I don't own Draco or Harry, or Ron or Hermione, or Snape or
aaaaaaanyone else in this story. The characters and backround and entire
world belongs to J.K. Rowling, the goddess with brains and wit and a
buttload of money, none of which I have, by the way.
WARNING: yes, still rated R for cutting, mild language, and for the specific *ahem* raunchy-ness of this chapter. you don't like homosexuality, don't read. you don't like cursing, don't read. and, just for good measure, if Draco's self-harm for some reason offends you, don't read. although if you have problems with any of the above I don't know how you made it to chapter 6 without flaming me.
And last but not least, I'm very sorry it took so very long to write this chapter, even though it's kinda short. Hopefully next one will be written sooner. and much thanks for the reviews.
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Draco ignored Harry's numerous attempts at eye contact at dinner that night, and just nearly managed to avoid him on the way back to the common room. He just wanted to be alone for the moment, he needed time to think. He opened the door to his room and glared at Crabbe and Goyle, who obediantly scampered out the door.
He felt bad for what he'd said to Harry. He understood that the boy was just trying to help him by any means necessary, but a part of him felt bitter and ashamed for what he couldn't stop himself from doing, and didn't want help or pity.
Draco decided to devise a plan to make up for the pain he was causing Harry. By the end of the night, he knew what he wanted to do, he just wasn't sure he could bring himself to do it.
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The next morning at breakfast, Draco sat at his usual spot waiting for Harry to come in. His heart skipped a beat as the dark haired Gryffindor entered and took a seat. Draco paused to take a deep breath, then got up; it was now or never. He strode purposefully toward Harry, a frightfully determined look on his face.
Harry raised an eyebrow at the sight of Draco walking toward him. All at once he realized what he was about to do, and a wave of mixed emotions washed over him. Soon it would all be over; everyone would know about them and they'd have to face the consequences, good or bad. Before he could even reach the table, Draco's view of Harry was blocked by a very angry looking Ron.
"Leave him alone, Malfoy," he said steadily, glaring at him.
"Weasley, don't get yourself mixed up in things you don't understand."
"If it involves one of my friends, it involves me. Now do yourself a favor and go sit back down."
"Get out of my way," Draco said through gritted teeth.
Ron stepped up to Draco and raised his wand menacingly. Before he could mutter a curse Harry had shoved his way between them.
"Ron stay out of this! I can fight my own battles."
Harry turned to Draco and found their faces inches apart, breathing heavily from the prospect of a row, "Dra- ... Malfoy and I have serious issues that we need to work out. Alone," he added hastily.
Draco raised an eyebrow and Ron scratched his head, looking confused, "but don't you always have problems with Malfoy?"
"Yeah, well, you can't help me with them this time," Harry replied with malice, then turned to Draco, "Malfoy, get out in the hallway, we can't work this out in here," he finished with force.
"Potter, you really think I'm going to let you order me around?" Draco asked with a slight smirk on his face.
Harry just glared at him and pointed toward the door.
"Guess there's no arguing that," Draco said, turning and leading the way out.
As they walked away Ron glanced after them with a hurt but angry look on his face.
As soon as they were sure no one could see, Draco opened his mouth to speak, "that damned Weasley, he just ruined the most romantic thing I would have ever-"
Harry slammed him against the wall and and forcefully pressed his mouth to his, cutting off the last of his sentence. Draco, shocked and wide- eyed, stood there for a moment, before he started to respond to the unexpected but much welcomed kiss. Just as hands started to roam over certain places, they heard footsteps. Draco let out a frustrated groan and dragged Harry in the opposite direction.
Harry didn't realize exactly where Draco was taking him, or that he was leading him anywhere specific for that matter, until suddenly they were standing in the middle of the Potions classroom, facing Snape's desk. Harry caught the mischevious glint in Draco's eye as he watched the blond boy gaze from the desk to him and back to the desk again, pondering something.
"Fancy a romp, Potter?"
"You don't mean... but... if he found out..."
"Come on Harry, I'll make it worth your while, I promise," Draco prodded, giving him 'the smirk'.
Harry gave a reproachful look at the desk.
"You can't say you wouldn't get satisfaction out of it... I know you hate him. Just think how funny it'll be tomorrow when he's sitting there... the beauty of it all," he looked away wistfully.
Before Harry had time to protest anymore, Draco had pushed him over to the desk. With one swift movement he swiped his arm across it, sending everything on it crashing to the floor. Harry flinched slightly, looking down at the mess.
"It's the tenth layer of hell for us."
Draco didn't say anything but shoved him on top of it and straddled him, and laughed as Harry looked up at him with large frightened eyes.
"I ... I really don't think we should do this here!"
"Shut the fuck up and live a little, would you?"
Draco gave him a long, deep, seductive kiss as he started to undo his pants. All Harry's thoughts were suddenly pushed far from his mind as he gave in to Draco's undying determination.
Harry felt his shirt being pulled over his head, but hardly noticed as he tugged desperately at Draco's belt. Their eyes met as he finished removing the pants, their breathing coming in ragged gasps as Draco grasped at his erection and slowly started rubbing his hand up and down it, taking pleasure at the sudden intake of breath on Harry's part.
But Harry, who refused to be the submissive one, grabbed Draco and whirled him around, so that he was now the one pinned to the desk.
"Know any *ahem* special charms?" Harry asked in a husky voice that put Draco into a state of near ecstasy.
"Well Potter, I'm sure there are some potions around here that would do the trick."
Harry shuddered, "thanks Draco, thinking about Snape making lubricating potions really puts me in the mood."
Draco smiled, "lighten up, I was only kidding. Of course I know a good charm or two...", he grabbed his wand and pointed it at Harry's penis.
Harry yelped and jumped back, "Draco wait! Err... how good are you at charms?"
Draco raised an eyebrow, "have you ever heard of me blowing anything up before?"
"How would you feel if I pointed something at your manhood?" Harry asked skeptically.
"I'd say 'get it the hell over with so we can have a nice long shag, you prat'."
"Okay, fine, do it. But if I wake up in the hospital wing a whole new woman, I'm going to be a bit upset with you."
He shrugged, "fair enough."
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Harry whistled as he made his way back to the common room that day. Shagging on Snape's desk made him feel strangely liberated, especially since they hadn't gotten caught. He couldn't have possibly been in a better mood, that is until he stepped through the portrait hole and found his friends waiting for him on the other side.
"Hi Ron, hi Hermione. How has your day been?"
"You would know if you'd been there," Ron grumbled irritably, glaring at the floor.
"I had to do something," Harry replied uncomfortably.
"Your issues with Malfoy again?"
"Not that it's any of your business, but yes."
"I don't understand why you won't let me help," Ron whined.
"Because, there are just some things you can't help me with."
"Since when?"
"Since... I don't know, since always!"
Ron looked taken aback, "what do you mean by that?"
"I mean," he replied evenly, "that there are some things you could never understand about me, and you should accept that."
"Fine. What I won't accept is you cutting us out of your life altogether!" he looked at Hermione for support, who nodded slightly, despite her resolution to stay neutral.
"What's the difference, you have each other now, no need for me to be around!"
The other two looked shocked at Harry's outburst.
"Something wrong? Oh that's right, I forgot. You're both too stupid to admit you like each other."
"That was out of line, Harry," Hermione said quietly, refusing to get mad.
"Yea, well, it was the truth, wasn't it?"
She shook her head and walked away, Ron shooting him one last glare before following her.
WARNING: yes, still rated R for cutting, mild language, and for the specific *ahem* raunchy-ness of this chapter. you don't like homosexuality, don't read. you don't like cursing, don't read. and, just for good measure, if Draco's self-harm for some reason offends you, don't read. although if you have problems with any of the above I don't know how you made it to chapter 6 without flaming me.
And last but not least, I'm very sorry it took so very long to write this chapter, even though it's kinda short. Hopefully next one will be written sooner. and much thanks for the reviews.
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Draco ignored Harry's numerous attempts at eye contact at dinner that night, and just nearly managed to avoid him on the way back to the common room. He just wanted to be alone for the moment, he needed time to think. He opened the door to his room and glared at Crabbe and Goyle, who obediantly scampered out the door.
He felt bad for what he'd said to Harry. He understood that the boy was just trying to help him by any means necessary, but a part of him felt bitter and ashamed for what he couldn't stop himself from doing, and didn't want help or pity.
Draco decided to devise a plan to make up for the pain he was causing Harry. By the end of the night, he knew what he wanted to do, he just wasn't sure he could bring himself to do it.
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The next morning at breakfast, Draco sat at his usual spot waiting for Harry to come in. His heart skipped a beat as the dark haired Gryffindor entered and took a seat. Draco paused to take a deep breath, then got up; it was now or never. He strode purposefully toward Harry, a frightfully determined look on his face.
Harry raised an eyebrow at the sight of Draco walking toward him. All at once he realized what he was about to do, and a wave of mixed emotions washed over him. Soon it would all be over; everyone would know about them and they'd have to face the consequences, good or bad. Before he could even reach the table, Draco's view of Harry was blocked by a very angry looking Ron.
"Leave him alone, Malfoy," he said steadily, glaring at him.
"Weasley, don't get yourself mixed up in things you don't understand."
"If it involves one of my friends, it involves me. Now do yourself a favor and go sit back down."
"Get out of my way," Draco said through gritted teeth.
Ron stepped up to Draco and raised his wand menacingly. Before he could mutter a curse Harry had shoved his way between them.
"Ron stay out of this! I can fight my own battles."
Harry turned to Draco and found their faces inches apart, breathing heavily from the prospect of a row, "Dra- ... Malfoy and I have serious issues that we need to work out. Alone," he added hastily.
Draco raised an eyebrow and Ron scratched his head, looking confused, "but don't you always have problems with Malfoy?"
"Yeah, well, you can't help me with them this time," Harry replied with malice, then turned to Draco, "Malfoy, get out in the hallway, we can't work this out in here," he finished with force.
"Potter, you really think I'm going to let you order me around?" Draco asked with a slight smirk on his face.
Harry just glared at him and pointed toward the door.
"Guess there's no arguing that," Draco said, turning and leading the way out.
As they walked away Ron glanced after them with a hurt but angry look on his face.
As soon as they were sure no one could see, Draco opened his mouth to speak, "that damned Weasley, he just ruined the most romantic thing I would have ever-"
Harry slammed him against the wall and and forcefully pressed his mouth to his, cutting off the last of his sentence. Draco, shocked and wide- eyed, stood there for a moment, before he started to respond to the unexpected but much welcomed kiss. Just as hands started to roam over certain places, they heard footsteps. Draco let out a frustrated groan and dragged Harry in the opposite direction.
Harry didn't realize exactly where Draco was taking him, or that he was leading him anywhere specific for that matter, until suddenly they were standing in the middle of the Potions classroom, facing Snape's desk. Harry caught the mischevious glint in Draco's eye as he watched the blond boy gaze from the desk to him and back to the desk again, pondering something.
"Fancy a romp, Potter?"
"You don't mean... but... if he found out..."
"Come on Harry, I'll make it worth your while, I promise," Draco prodded, giving him 'the smirk'.
Harry gave a reproachful look at the desk.
"You can't say you wouldn't get satisfaction out of it... I know you hate him. Just think how funny it'll be tomorrow when he's sitting there... the beauty of it all," he looked away wistfully.
Before Harry had time to protest anymore, Draco had pushed him over to the desk. With one swift movement he swiped his arm across it, sending everything on it crashing to the floor. Harry flinched slightly, looking down at the mess.
"It's the tenth layer of hell for us."
Draco didn't say anything but shoved him on top of it and straddled him, and laughed as Harry looked up at him with large frightened eyes.
"I ... I really don't think we should do this here!"
"Shut the fuck up and live a little, would you?"
Draco gave him a long, deep, seductive kiss as he started to undo his pants. All Harry's thoughts were suddenly pushed far from his mind as he gave in to Draco's undying determination.
Harry felt his shirt being pulled over his head, but hardly noticed as he tugged desperately at Draco's belt. Their eyes met as he finished removing the pants, their breathing coming in ragged gasps as Draco grasped at his erection and slowly started rubbing his hand up and down it, taking pleasure at the sudden intake of breath on Harry's part.
But Harry, who refused to be the submissive one, grabbed Draco and whirled him around, so that he was now the one pinned to the desk.
"Know any *ahem* special charms?" Harry asked in a husky voice that put Draco into a state of near ecstasy.
"Well Potter, I'm sure there are some potions around here that would do the trick."
Harry shuddered, "thanks Draco, thinking about Snape making lubricating potions really puts me in the mood."
Draco smiled, "lighten up, I was only kidding. Of course I know a good charm or two...", he grabbed his wand and pointed it at Harry's penis.
Harry yelped and jumped back, "Draco wait! Err... how good are you at charms?"
Draco raised an eyebrow, "have you ever heard of me blowing anything up before?"
"How would you feel if I pointed something at your manhood?" Harry asked skeptically.
"I'd say 'get it the hell over with so we can have a nice long shag, you prat'."
"Okay, fine, do it. But if I wake up in the hospital wing a whole new woman, I'm going to be a bit upset with you."
He shrugged, "fair enough."
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Harry whistled as he made his way back to the common room that day. Shagging on Snape's desk made him feel strangely liberated, especially since they hadn't gotten caught. He couldn't have possibly been in a better mood, that is until he stepped through the portrait hole and found his friends waiting for him on the other side.
"Hi Ron, hi Hermione. How has your day been?"
"You would know if you'd been there," Ron grumbled irritably, glaring at the floor.
"I had to do something," Harry replied uncomfortably.
"Your issues with Malfoy again?"
"Not that it's any of your business, but yes."
"I don't understand why you won't let me help," Ron whined.
"Because, there are just some things you can't help me with."
"Since when?"
"Since... I don't know, since always!"
Ron looked taken aback, "what do you mean by that?"
"I mean," he replied evenly, "that there are some things you could never understand about me, and you should accept that."
"Fine. What I won't accept is you cutting us out of your life altogether!" he looked at Hermione for support, who nodded slightly, despite her resolution to stay neutral.
"What's the difference, you have each other now, no need for me to be around!"
The other two looked shocked at Harry's outburst.
"Something wrong? Oh that's right, I forgot. You're both too stupid to admit you like each other."
"That was out of line, Harry," Hermione said quietly, refusing to get mad.
"Yea, well, it was the truth, wasn't it?"
She shook her head and walked away, Ron shooting him one last glare before following her.