Disclaimer: I own nothing, not Harry, not Draco... and if I have copied some other author besides J.K. Rowling then I will give credit where credit is due. The song is owned by the band Disturbed or some other person or organization that is not me.
Warnings: This is slash, you know boy meets boy, boy kisses boy, boy loves boy... slash. Oh, and yes there is a Veela Draco in this fic, but it's not the main thing in the fic, I swear. It's rated M, well firstly because I don't really get the rating system and secondly because there will be heavy stuff later in the story And also there is some Hermione bashing, she's a right old bitch in this story.
Summary: Harry Potter wakes to find himself different, Draco Malfoy comes into his inheritance. The two boys find themselves stuck at Hogwarts over the summer between their sixth and seventh year. DM/HP, HG/VK, GW/Unknown
A/N: I only a few things to say before you read the chapter, go ahead and skip it if you want. Anyway, this is not beta. With the new book I was slow to write anything and I wanted this out on Wednesday so… I think that I fixed a lot of the mistakes but… hopefully it's not too bad. There is a new pairing introduced, but you don't need to worry they are not even in the next chapter. They will not be a main thing but they do have a purpose later on. Also there is a song in this "Down With the Sickness" by Disturbed, this is not a song fic or anything and the song really does not have much significance I have just been listening to it often and I wanted to put it in. I won't be doing it again, think of it as a one time thing. Hell skip it if you want, it's not even the entire song. Thanks for all the reviews! I love them. I love to hear what people think about my stories. Thanks.
I reposted this, I had a few people mention the song and not like it, so I took out some of it.
Chapter 5
Harry stood his back facing the door his body moving rhythmically with the music blaring from his charmed radio. He had been told, by Snape, that he was to keep not only mentally fit but physically fit as well. Not that he had minded that at all, he loved to work out. It was very relaxing and invigorating.
Finding a place to work had been hard, his room may have been large but he could not do the sprints and stretch properly without a lot of free open space to move. It would have been fine with him, perfect in fact if he could have just worked outside, but not only was he not allowed to leave the castle it had been raining so badly for the past week that he did not even want to go out without fear of catching a cold.
So here he was in the Room of Requirement, with some of his favorite Muggle bands blasting. Rob Zombie, Nine Inch Nails and Disturbed some of his favorites for working out, though occasionally a song from the Queer as Folk soundtrack would play. He had been told that his taste in music varied. He hummed slightly off key as he punched at the bag again.
He had not been in the room but fifteen minutes when he heard a slight gasp come from behind him. He whipped around, his arms reaching for his towel. In the heat of the room he had taken off his shirt and he was not yet ready for the world to see his new… decorations. Malfoy stood at the door, his eyes slightly glazed and the most peculiar expression on his face.
Malfoy had been acting weird around him the entire time they had been at Hogwarts, he was still his snotty little stuck up self but his insults hurt less then they had before. Malfoy did not seem to be trying anymore.
When he had learned that the other boy would be staying, the door that he had found not counting, he had known for certain that god and everyone hated him. Stuck at Hogwarts with two Slytherins who happened to loathe him? Someone sure wanted him to suffer.
So far though, Malfoy and he had avoided each other at all costs both trying to forget everything about the other. Though Harry had tried once again to find out why he had a door leading to two Malfoys and a Snape, with no success yet.
"Malfoy, what the hell do you want?" he asked his voice slightly more raised and panicky sounding then he had intended. Malfoy did not seem to notice. In fact the blond started to move closer to him, his eyes still holding that weird glazed look. Harry backed away, not from fear of anything Draco was only slightly bigger then him, but the look he was receiving was… well almost like he was a giant piece of chocolate cake or something and Malfoy was starving.
"Malfoy! Come on what the hell do you want? Can't you see that I'm busy?" Harry asked. Malfoy stopped this time his face flushing brightly before rushing out the room. Harry watched him go; wondering what had changed the boys mind so quickly.
Draco knew that he had to do something about Harry. The boy, his mate, had been on his mind playing with his senses ever since he and his father had decided to stay at Hogwarts. He knew his father had something to do with it, he had too. Lucius was a man who got what was needed for his family and Harry, at least all his Veela senses screamed, was needed. Very needed.
He had tried to ignore the other boy, not wanting to give in to his instinct. It's not that he was shocked Harry was a boy; he had known he was gay for some time now. But that it was Harry Potter… that was a shocked, one that had taken a few days to set in. Once it had, even with his body screaming at him to find Harry he had decided that he would not bind himself for life to Potter. No way in hell.
"What are you trying to prove?" His father had asked him, a frown marring his face.
"Nothing, I can't. It's Potter, he won't want me anyway." Draco had looked down, his heart beating painfully in his chest.
"Draco." He had stubbornly refused to look at his father after that. Afraid of what would be reflected in his eyes. Soon the older man had left him alone.
So he had been trying his hardest not to run into Harry. Ducking into classrooms when he happened to find the boy on one of his walks, or just staying in his rooms all day, actually he had even charmed Harry's window to make it look like it had been raining just to keep Harry inside and assure himself that he would not have to unexpectedly find the boy when he went out.
Not that Harry was allowed out anyway. Dumbledore had stopped that, if Draco had been one of the old fool's golden Gryffindors he to would have been forced to stay indoors. Thankfully he was not.
He did not need to see the boy to know that he was there. He could smell him; his sweet scent was all over the castle, capturing Draco when he was least prepared. Forcing him to stop and breathe in deeply. It was the only thing keeping him sane and reasonably well.
It was purely accidental that he found Harry that morning. He had been walking, well pacing actually thinking about Harry, that was one of his favorite pastimes. Even though he knew it was doomed, he could not get himself to stop the pleasure that he got just by thinking about the guy, when a door had appeared. He could not stop the curiosity that had flowed through him. A door appearing out of no where, that was not something very common even in a place like Hogwarts. He knew it had to be safe, he was in Hogwarts after and all and he was feeling a bit reckless anyway.
As he entered the room, he heard an angry sounding male voice blasting through the room. Draco stood in the doorway cocking his head and listening to the lyrics.
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Open up your hate, and let it flow into me
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
You mother get up
Come on get down with the sickness
You fucker get up
Come on get down with the sickness
Madness is the gift, that has been given to me
Draco moved further into the room, his head feeling as if a hammer was pounding into him, the music was that loud. But there was something in the singer's voice that caught his attention, he did not care much for the words, they seemed just like an angry rant but that voice.
And when I dream
And when I dream
And when I dream
And when I dream!
Once he was able to place the band and song, some Muggles, he looked around the room. At first he was not sure what he was seeing, it wasn't everyday that you walked into to find a half naked male moving about the room his body moving to a heated beat. He was even more surprised to notice that it was Harry; he let out a loud gasp. His body reacting violently to the sight, when the green eyed boy turned around, Draco caught a glimpse of a nipple ring. The silver contrasting erotically with the tanned skin. He felt as if the world had fallen out from under him.
Harry looked much more muscular and toned then Draco would have guessed. Blood rushed downward, make him throbbing and hard. Merlin, he wanted to feel the slick skin, hot and wet after a long workout. He wanted to run his fingers through his raven hair. Mostly he wanted Harry withering beneath him, calling out his name; he wanted to claim his mate once and for all. He could hear nothing, see nothing but Harry. Vaguely, he knew what that he wanted to stay away but he pushed that away. All he knew was that his mate was near and still unclaimed.
Anger flushed through him, someone else might try and take what was rightfully his. He moved slowly toward Harry, but the anger had stopped the lust and made real thinking possible. This was Harry Potter! This was not how it was supposed to happen! He flushed with embarrassment and rushed out of the room.
He needed to get away form the other boy or he would do something he would regret. That something that could push Harry further away from him.
Miles away, a girl with red hair stood before her mirror. She frowned at herself, not satisfied with her image. She knew that she looked good, but something was off today. She was not at her best. All this week had been off, everything from her hair to her mood to the damn house seemed off and wrong. Something was happening, and she knew that she was not in the middle of it. She glanced around the room, looking for an Extendable Ear or some other spying device, not finding any she walked to her trunk, momentarily forgetting about her off appearance.
She searched through the messy trunk, her mother had been complaining since she was young that she was even messier that most of her brothers, Fred and Ron beating her just narrowly. She pulled out a small silver mirror. Smiling she pressed her nail to the back thinking.
Soon a black haired boy appeared.
"Hey Ginny. What's up?" The boy smiled at her, his white teeth gleaming.
"Oh, nothing just wanted to know if anything was… happening." She chose her words carefully. Its not that she did not trust the boy it was just that she did not trust the others around him. The boy frowned, his eyes now searching his room.
"I have been told some interesting news." He said finally looking back at her.
"Well?" she said a bit impatiently.
"I can't tell you right now. I'm not sure yet if it all checks out." The boy shrugged.
"Oh, well just…" she did not know what to say. He had always told her before, what made him not trust her now? He must have noticed the look on her face because he let out a bark of laughter.
"Ginny! Come on, I'll tell you when I'm sure, or at least more so then I am now. There's no need to worry about this." Ginny blushed all the way to the tops of her ears, the Weasley trademark.
"I… well okay. Just tell me if you know…" she waved her hands in the air, her shoulders shrug slightly. The boy nods at her.
"Did you talk to him?" He asks.
"No… I mean I did. We started to talk then we got interrupted and all this other stuff went on so I never finished. He's at Hogwarts now." The boy nods again. She smiled warmly at him.
"So do you want to meet soon?" he asks his voice emotionless, a sure sign that he was nervous.
"Yeah, but you know how hard it is for me to get away." She said apologetically.
"Bloody Order." The boy mumbles, before grinning at her in a mischievous way.
"What if I came over there? You know through the mirror?" she had barley heard the words before he came through and was standing in front of her. She smiled happily and reached her arms out.
"Merlin I've been waiting for too long, love." He said as he pushed her against the bed, his mouth searching for hers. His hands pushing roughly against her breasts and belly, making soft moans come from her mouth. Their clothes seemed to come off on their own accord.
"Silencing charm." She managed to gasp out. The boy nodded his head, reached blindly for his wand before continuing to grasp at the girl beneath him.
Draco laid on his bed his knees pulled up, feet flat. He snaked his hand downward, moving slowly over his exposed stomach. Thoughts of Harry flared through his mind, Harry straddling his broom high in the sky, Harry smiling to his friends, Harry soaping himself in the shower, Harry thrashing on his bed… his hand moves further down. Slowly he begins to run his fingers along his length, pretending that it really was Harry. Imagining that he was above the smaller boy, thrusting in and out. That Harry was gasping out his name with his hips meeting every thrust, his nails running down his back, tearing at the flesh in a most sensual way. Draco thought of his hands running down the other boy's chest. A weird sensation runs through him… suddenly it's not his name that Harry is calling out in ecstasy, its not his back that Harry's nails are running across, not his eyes Harry stares lovingly at.
Anger rips through him, tearing at his heart. Harry would be better off without him, with someone else. But how could he do that? How could he allow someone else to feel Harry? To be with him? He shut his eyes, knowing that whatever he did he would not be able to find release tonight.
Groaning he stood. Not ever bothering to cover his nakedness he walked across the room; a shower was what he needed. Slowly as the cold water washed over him, he felt the tension leave his body, but the burning that he had felt earlier was slowly changing into a clawing sensation in his chest growing worse with every moment. Angrily he pulled the taps off and stepped out.
He shook his head, allowing his blond hair to fall in his face, plastering itself to his neck and cheeks. He grabbed the nearest towel and began to rub himself dry.
There was only one thing to be done about it… as painful as it was for him to admit he could not do this on his own. And even though it galled him to run to his father like a child afraid the boogeyman was after him he knew that Lucius could help.
"You know, as much as I love all this secrecy" blatant sarcasm was present in her voice "don't you think we should tell someone?" Ginny wrapped her arms around her partner more tightly. The boy gazed thoughtfully at her for a few moments before speaking, his voice gruff.
"We've told a few people." He said simply, running his hands down her back. She gave him a slightly irritated look before continuing.
"They don't count. Come on, could we at least tell my family?" She leaned forward pushing herself more firmly against him.
"You can't tell, not now." His voice was firm.
"But I know that they won't care! They could help you!" she protested passionately. He quickly placed a large hand over her mouth, which she did promptly bite. He gave a loud yelp of surprise, before extracting his hand for her with a frown.
"Ginny" his whispered furiously "your parents are just down the hall! Have you forgotten?" She only laughed again, making the boy shiver. He loved the way she laughed, the way she smiled. He needed that in his life more then anything.
"Are you trying to get us caught?" he asked. She laughed her voice low and throaty.
"Why would I do that?" she ran her fingers along his side, feeling goose bumps rise in his soft skin.
"Ginny I really do want to tell everyone about us. But first off I don't think anyone would think it was possible." He said in his serious tone that Ginny had come to recognize. "You're a Gryffindor and Weasley at that… I'm… well… You're smart and beautiful No one would believe us and my cover would be blown." He caressed her cheek.
"Do you know what they would say about you? They'd call you a whore, say that you had turned to the Dark Lord." Emotion chocked through his voice. "And I would not be able to stop it, I couldn't… it would hurt too many people if I were found to be on the light side." Ginny nodded solemnly, suddenly her thoughts of throwing everything to the wind and announcing her love seemed childish.
"That reminds me" he pushed himself up, he looked around at the bits of clothes thrown about. "Do you see my cloak?" he asked. Ginny raised her hips, effectively making the boy above her groan; she rolled her eyes and withdrew his black cloak. She threw it at him.
"Is sex all you think about?" she asked teasingly.
"When you do that it is." He fell back down his mouth all ready secured on her neck.
"Hey! What were you going to tell me!" she pushed at him.
"Ginny…" he groaned.
"No. Tell me first." She said firmly.
"Fine, not that it's very important or anything but Draco wants to meet soon." He reached into his cloak pocket and extracted a small piece of parchment.
"Here you go; this is where you need to be. I'll meet you there." he said as he placed the parchment into her palm. She glanced at it only briefly before nodding her head and placing it in the nightstand along side her bed. She looked intently up at him; her eyes filling with warmth that made the boy shake.
"Now what was it that we were doing?"
TBC