One of the Buffy TVS quote from the last chapter was the, "Malfoy lips! Lips of Malfoy!" line which I believe was from the episode "Something Blue" season four - I think... I could be wrong. (Only it was "Spike lips! Lips of Spike!" ) Also - there is another Buffy quote in this chapter- again slightly modified. See if you can find it.
I have received a question from Blonde'sSweetBlood asking if I was going to continue this after Half Blood Prince comes out - I have all the intentions to continue (now that I'm getting more interested in the story myself) but it will probably be delayed after the book comes out. After the last book came out it took me a while to "digest" the information. I plan to continue this story but it obviously isn't going to be in the original HP universe (big surprise huh? LOL)
Also feel free to comment me about things you would be interested in seeing happen in this fic - I have no specific plot just a few scenarios I wish to make my two favorite boys play out. So suggestions welcome!
Alright - Chapter Five ahoy... lil bit of angst?... lil bit of loving? Have to read and find out...
A Rocky Hogwarts
Chapter 5
"Less Rocky. More Horror" or "Creature of the Night"
Draco sulked back to the Slytherin dorms with his two lackeys lagging behind. They distanced themselves because of Draco's increasingly obvious bad mood. Both boys began whispering back and forth.
"Goyle, what do you think is going on with him?" Crabbe asked.
"I don't know. But by the looks that the Granger and Weasel were giving each other, I'd say its not too good."
"I know what you mean. Normally Draco would just hex Scar-Head. Something must be up. He agreed with Potter about something so something must really be getting to him. I just hope he-" But Goyle never learned what Crabbe had hoped because at that moment both boys crashed directly into Draco who was now facing them and staring at them like he was going to attach them to trees by their limbs and filet them slowly.
"Make this clear to me, exactly when did you walk in on our conversation?" Draco fumed.
"Uhh... um... Draco... we just..." Crabbe stammered.
"Tell me now, Crabbe" Draco replied, "Before I hex the two of you to Transylvania and back."
"Draco, we just heard you make some agreement with Potter, we got there after Weasel and Mudblood were there. We have no idea what was going on." Goyle replied. Draco slowly looked them over to analyze if they were lying to him, "Honestly Draco." Goyle shot his hands in the air defensively.
Draco nodded and glared at them closely, "Good. It's none of your business and if I hear either of you bring it up ever again, I'll gouge your eyes out with a spoon." He pointed at both of them and then turned around and stalked off towards the Slytherin common room. Goyle and Crabbe exchanged glances before looking back at Draco and following him, careful not to say a peep the entire way back to the dungeons.
Harry, on the other hand, had a more difficult time trying to avoid his friends questioning stares. Finally Hermione could not bare it any more and she burst out, "Did you kiss MALFOY?"
"Hermione," Harry stopped and replied cautiously, "It wasn't what it seemed!"
Ron stared at him speech-less, his mind trying to grasp what he thought he overheard in the previous conversation. Hermione replied to Harry, "Harry, what exactly did we walk in on that 'wasn't what it seemed'?"
Harry looked down at the ground and murmured, "Well it depends on which part you walked in on."
"What was that?" Hermione replied, not quite catching what Harry had said.
"Hermione, Ron," Harry turned to them, "What exactly do you think you saw? When did you come to the door?" Harry asked trying to feel out the situation to see if he should lie or deny his way through the kiss with Malfoy. This was something his brain had yet to wrap around, and he wanted to figure out for himself what exactly was going on before he had to explain it to his friends.
"Harry," Ron finally spoke up timidly. "We just came to the door when Malfoy accused you of having your way with him and then you accused him of kissing you. Ugh... I think I'm gonna be sick. What was he talking about? I hope that that is just some part in the play!"
Hermione, knowing that a kiss was never shared between Frank-n-Furter and Rocky, looked at Harry for an answer. Harry replied, "We were fighting over the script," he thought fast. "He was talking about how I'm supposed to take him to the 'bridal-suite' and... you know." He tried to avoid telling them the truth.
"So what was the part about him kissing you?" Hermione asked.
Harry started walking again as Ron and Hermione turned to looked at each other. They quickly started to follow and catch up. "Look," he finally said, "nothing happened between us. This stupid musical has me stressed out and I just want to go up to my bed and sleep."
Hermione and Ron did not say anything to him the rest of the short way to the Gryffindor tower. They knew when he set his mind to it he wouldn't change and in time he would come to them.
When they reached their house they each went to their respected bed. Harry trudged along slowly finally approaching his four-poster bed and began to change. He finally closed the curtain to his bed grunting a "Goodnight,"at Ron and climbed under the covers.
However, he did not fall asleep. Instead he laid in bed thinking about what had just occurred only a few moments before. Draco pulled him down and kissed him. And this didn't bother him as much as he thought it should. It was not an unpleasant experience. It was almost, comforting. Something Harry felt, at times, he didn't have much of. He remembered exactly how Draco's soft lips felt on his own and the smell of what could only be described as "Essence-of-Draco". He smiled softly as he thought of that phrase, but quickly shook his head. What could he be thinking? This was Malfoy, Son-of-a-Death-Eater, King Bastard of the school. A nark at the very least, not to mention... he was a boy.
That last thought completely wiped all humor from the situation. He didn't like boys. Did he? He thought about the guys he knew; Seamus, Dean, Neville, and Ron. He'd never felt any ounce of attraction to any of them. Not a single one, ever. Then he thought about Cho. Cho Chang. He had a crush on her in his forth and fifth year and he was pretty sure that the only reason he didn't like her was because of her blubbering all the time about Cedric.
So where did that leave him? "This is one screwed up night." he said to himself. Frustrated, he pulled out his Marauder's Map and his invisibility cloak and headed out of the dormitory.
After he made his way out of the tower he glanced at his map. He quickly saw that Draco was not in the Slytherin dorms and was actually outside wandering near by. Feeling compelled to see why he was up so far in the castle, Harry decided to check the map to make sure no one else was around as he started heading toward Draco's location.
He slowly approached the blonde, very quietly still underneath his cloak. He saw Draco pacing back and forth before finally finding a window. He walk over to the large window sill and sat down looking outside at the caste grounds. "This is all your fault, Potter," he whispered to himself.
Harry spoke up quickly, "Oh, I don't think this is all my fault."
Draco whipped his head around and searched the hall, "Who's there?" He asked. Harry quickly put the map into his pocket and pulled down the hood of his cloak.. "Oh," Draco sneered. "It's you. Well, you can just turn yourself around, Potter because I don't fancy a snog right now." He said sarcastically.
"I thought we agreed we weren't going to talk about that?" Harry frowned looking down.
"A little hard to forget. I've never kissed a boy before." Draco admitted rather honestly.
Harry smiled trying to make light of the situation, "Well at least your admitting it now."
"Shut up, Potter," Draco remarked. He slowly looked Harry over and then glared down to the ground and finally turned his gaze outside again.
Harry pulled his cloak off and walked over to the large ledge Draco was sitting on. He sat opposite of him on the sill. "So..." Harry treaded softly, "What are we going to do about this then?"
Draco did not say anything for a long time. He just stared out the window. Harry soon joined him, just observing the grounds and the sky. Finally Draco quietly asked, "Are you gay?"
"What?" Harry abruptly turned his head to face Draco. He heard the question but did not believe what Draco was asking.
"Are you gay?" Draco replied simply still looking out the window.
Harry carefully thought about it before he said "No. Are you?"
"No." He replied but with out the normal defensive tone. "That's why I don't understand why I'm so attracted to you." Draco said quietly as he dropped his head defeated.
Harry could not believe the admission he had heard. He darted his head towards Draco who was sitting facing the hall now with his back leaning on the window. "What?" Harry asked in disbelief, studying him closely.
"I've never lied to myself. I go through the usual denial but I always know the truth in the back of my mind. I figure if there's only one person I can be truthful to, it's myself." Draco simply replied. He looked up at Harry who was staring back at him incredulously, "I've always felt the need to have your attention and tonight I found out why it was so important to me."
He made it seem so simple. "Malfoy... I,"
"Look, Potter," Draco interrupted, "I don't expect you to treat me any different or expect anything from me. We'll just go on like before, you can hate me and I'll just pretend to-" But before Draco could finish his sentence Harry pounced on him and they both fell to the hard castle floor.
He did not know why he did it. Something just compelled Harry to kiss Draco, and with out thinking he tried. Draco, on the other hand expected Harry to start punching him and he tried to cover his face but he was too late. Harry slammed his face into Draco's as he started kissing he violently. Draco's blue-grey eye's popped open. This was the last thing he ever expected Harry to do. Harry realized Draco's surprised state and he stopped the kiss and slowly pulled away. "Um... is there something wrong? You wanted this right?" Harry started to panic. "Oh God, that's not what you meant! I am so sorry, Draco." Harry said and he quickly jumped to his feet.
Draco smirked and slowly stood up to compose himself, "That is the second time tonight that you jumped me, Potter."
"Er, sorry." Harry blushed. Draco was genuinely smiling at him, which Harry found unnerving. "What?" Harry asked to understand why Draco was looking at him like that.
"You called me 'Draco'." He said.
"I did not." Harry replied.
"You did too!"
"Did not!" Harry said growing angry.
"You did too, don't deny it. You just jumped me and you can admit to that... but you can't admit to calling me by my first name?"
"Whatever, Malfoy."
"You know you did." Draco said trying to get the last word in. Neither of them said anything for a while before Draco quietly said, "You can, you know."
"I 'can' what?" Harry asked.
"You can call me 'Draco'." He replied looking down, embarrassed.
"Er... ok... 'Draco'," Harry tried his name. "You can call me 'Harry' you know." Harry said, just realizing how odd it was to reintroduce himself to Draco Malfoy.
"So..."
"So...?"
"So now what do we do?"
"I'm not sure." Harry said, "I've never done this before."
"Me either," Draco admitted. Time passed without either boy saying much before he said, "So what are we?"
"I don't know. Friends?"
"Friends? Ha! Can you imagine that conversation, 'Hey Crabbe, Goyle, Harry Potter and I were making out last night when we decided to be friends'. It sounds so insane."
"Sad thing is, is it's true."
"What have we gotten ourselves into?" Draco asked as he started to pace.
Harry observed how broken he looked. It was odd how he didn't feel nearly as downtrodden as Draco did. He felt a new energy that he hadn't felt in a long time. A spark. Draco was his spark. Weren't they in a sodden engine?
Harry walked over to where Draco was pacing and gently put his hand on Draco's shoulder. Harry was slightly taller than Draco as he looked down into his eyes. Draco immediately stopped pacing and looked into Harry's deep emerald eyes. He could swim in his eyes for hours. Harry slowly brought his head down to meet Draco's lips when he heard a loud crash in the near by corridor. Both boys jumped and whispered, "Peeves!"
Harry ran to where he left his invisibility cloak and threw it over himself. Draco spit angrily, "Potter, don't leave me out here in the open!"
"Sorry," Harry replied as he went over to Draco and covered him with the cloak as well. There was no way the cloak could cover both of them, "We'll have to sit on the window ledge." Harry told Draco. Draco nodded and they both inched over to the ledge. Draco sat with his back against the wall with his knees up near his chest, while Harry sat cross-legged with his legs touching Draco's and the cloak flowing over the side of the ledge.
They sat that way for a while, listening to Peeves making trouble and in no time at all a Professor was sure show. They listened to each others breath and slowly studied each other's features. Draco carefully reached out and traced Harry's scar with his fingers. He noticed that the raised skin on his forehead was smoother then he had expected. Harry shivered and Draco brought his hand back abruptly, "Sorry." He whispered.
Harry shook his head and said, "Normally they just stare. No one has ever touched it before." He smiled.
Harry blushed, realizing how wrong what he just said sounded as Draco smiled, "Well I can't imagine to many people wanting to finger the boy who is the savior of the wizarding world." Draco mock smirked at the innuendo he made to compete with Harry's. "Well I'm sure there are many who want to but figure if the Dark Lord couldn't even finish you off then there's no way in Hell that they're going to get that close to you."
Ignoring the innuendo, Harry asked tentatively, "And you don't mind being this close?"
"Naw," Draco replied rustling his legs trying to stretch, "I figure you're all bark."
"Do your legs hurt?" Harry asked quietly. Draco nodded and Harry took it upon himself to grab Draco's legs and wrap them around his own as he inched closer to him. After realizing the intimate situation both boys blushed and looked away from each other.
"I think Peeves is leaving," Draco whispered as the noise down the hallway started to become softer and more distant.
"Lets just wait a few more seconds to make sure he's gone."
Draco nodded and began to study Harry's features again. He never realized just how distinctive his glasses made him. They brought attention to his bright green eyes immediately. Harry was so close to him that if he just leaned in... a little more... And he soon found himself closing the gap between them. Harry leaned in also and in a short moment they found themselves reaching lips for the third time this evening.
After their brief kiss both boys pulled away and looked into each others eyes. It was odd how they complimented each other so. Harry had his dark hair and tan, while Draco had a porcelain complexion and blue grey eyes. The were perfect opposites. A Slytherin and a Gryffindor. But somehow it worked.
"So," Harry replied. "Well, I think Peeves is gone now."
"Yeah," Draco's scratchy voice croaked. He cleared his throat. "I should probably get back to the dungeons.
"Yeah," Harry said, looking down. "Um, Draco."
"Yeah?"
"Well, I was thinking... It's probably best if we don't... you know..."
"You don't want to shout our new found 'friendship' to the world?" Draco smirked.
"Something like that," Harry smiled. "So, are we just friends then?"
"I dunno." Draco shrugged, "I mean, we both have our followings and weren't you seeing Chang last year?"
"Uh," Harry said, "Yeah, that didn't go over too well."
"So, what are we then?"
"Friends who occasionally kiss." Harry finally said after thinking carefully about it, "Because it's not like we're gay or anything."
Draco just looked into his eyes, "Friends it is, Potter." He held out his hand for Harry to shake and finally after six years of animosity they shook hands in friendship.
Then they both stood up and Harry uncovered them from his cloak. He took out his map and glanced at it. "Coast is clear, Draco. If you are going back to the dungeons, no one is around so now would be the time."
"What do you have there?" Draco glanced at his map.
Harry just smiled, "Another time, Malfoy," and he tucked it into his pocket. He still didn't know if he could trust Draco or not, although something was compelling him to. "Well, goodnight." Harry smiled again at Malfoy.
"Goodnight Harry." Draco said and quickly wisped away to his dorm.
Harry smiled to himself as he pulled his invisibility cloak over his head and headed toward the Gryffindor common room.
To make a little comment on the "That's right... I said it. You have stupid hair!" from the last chapter - yet again another thing I stole from Buffy... season 5 - here is the quote
Spike: Oh, yeah. Okay, let me guess... you won't kill me? Wooo... the whole crowd-pleasing threats-and-swagger routine. How stunningly original. You know, I'm just passing through. Satisfied? You know, I really hope so because God knows you need some satisfaction in life besides shagging Captain Cardboard and I never really liked you anyway and... and you have stupid hair.
(suddenly losing his cool, Spike dashes off before he can say something worse. Buffy looks after him, confused, then spots a pile of cigarette stubs on the ground indicating Spike's been hanging around outside her house for quite some time.)
So you could say that I'm probably basing my version of "Draco" on season 5 of Buffy's Spike :)
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FINAL NOTE: I probably wont be updating for a while due to the fact that HALF BLOOD PRINCE will be out shortly. And if it's anything like OOTP I'll have to fume about Harry's PMS for a while before accepting it. This may bring around a small case of writers block.