Chapter Four: arise fair sun and kill the envious moon (Simple Plan addicted to you)
The sun crept slowly towards the sleeping Gryffindor's eyes threatening to wake him at any moment. The sun picked up slightly reddish highlights in his otherwise raven black hair. It finally intruded upon the eyelids slowly coaxing out the emerald green orbs that lie beneath.
Harry sat up slowly waking his senses, trying to remember why it is that he feels so dirty. Then it hit him, in a flash of colours and images he remembered everything that happened the night before. The burning tears, the heated remarks, the soft flesh of Malfoy's lips. He felt like he had a layer of filth on his skin that would never come off. How could he have kissed Malfoy when it was Ron's lips he was after?
He looked over to the still sleeping form of his best friend lying on a bed two feet away from him. He looked down at him admiring the cute little freckles that dotted his nose and the wavy red hair that was half splayed across his face. Ron was beautiful when he slept. He reached out to move the hair out of the other boys face when a flash, from the night before of Malfoy doing the same to him, made him fell dirty all over again.
He snatched his hand back and walked from the room to take a shower. He wasn't fit to wipe the slime from Ron's boots, not after what he had done with Malfoy. It was disgusting and wrong, how could he let some gross Slytherin filth touch him.
He turned the shower on so hot it was a few degrees short of scalding. He was going to burn the dirt from his flesh off. He undressed throwing his pajamas into a pile behind the door. Even though no one else was in the room he still covered himself to the very last moment possible with a towel. He climbed into the shower and felt the water cleanse away the dirt.
"Never! Never again!" he swore it to the empty bathroom. He wouldn't let Malfoy touch him again. Flashes of the previous night kept chasing through his head, driving him mad. Why though, why did he dwell on those moments, why did they even happen.
You want him don't you? A sneaky little voice whispered inside his head. "No I don't want him, I want Ron. He's the only one I want not Malfoy."
Yes but you have to admit Malfoy does have a nice body? Pretty face? Sweet lips?
"Yeah so what if Malfoy has a hot body so does Gileroy Lockhart doesn't mean I want to go snog him. Why am I even talking to you? You're going nuts Harry" He muttered to himself "talking to yourself is the first sign of mental illness".
He finished up in the shower, turned off the water, wrapped the towel around his hips and walked over to the counter where he left his clothes, gathered them up and left.
When he returned to the dormitory room he discovered Ron was still asleep and all sweaty. He wondered if the other boy was having a bad dream. Harry had better wake him anyways they would be late for class if Ron slept any longer.
"Oy! Ron! Wake up mate, McGonagall will kill us if we're late again" Harry shouted close to the other boy's ear. It was the only way to wake him. Ron winced and grumbled, sat up and looked at Harry. "We still have to copy Hermione's notes on the great Werewolf hunt of 1710 before professor Binns's class. And that will take some sweet talking on our part after yesterday. You don't reckon she's still mad, do you?"
"You talk too much, it's seven in the morning." Ron looked exasperatedly up at Harry. "I'm not even forming coherent thoughts yet"
Harry was getting dressed now. "Well whose fault is it that you're not properly awake yet. I set the alarm. You should have been up half-hour ago. What's the matter late night." Harry was now hopping around on one foot trying to put his socks on standing up. He winced, his back now turned to Ron, stupid, stupid, stupid. Of course he had a late night he was on a date with Hermione.
Ron raised his eyebrows at him, "what are you implying, mate".
"Oh, no. sorry I forgot date with Hermione." Harry tried to cover the awkwardness. "So how'd it go? She didn't spend the entire time taking about homework or SPEW, did she?"
"Actually, yeah pretty much. But you know how it is the first date is always bound to be a little awkward." Ron replied awkwardly.
Harry's hopes soared. If Ron had an awful first date with Hermione perhaps there was a chance, all be it a slim chance, that things might all work out. "Right well better hurry up and dress I'll see you at breakfast. I'll get started on sucking up to Hermione." Harry said cheerily, and then left the dormitory.
Hermione waved as he entered the great hall. "oh no not another day like yesterday! I'll tell you right now I've had it! I've never seen a pair of boys giggle so much in my life. I won't do it again!" she started scolding him, mistaking the 'too wide' grin on his face.
"What? Oh no. I'm just in a very good mood this morning." Harry said but instantly felt guilty. He shouldn't be so happy about Ron's bad date, even if it meant what Harry thought it did. That he and Ron might have a chance.
"Oh." She said blushing at her outburst. "Sorry. But you too drove me mad yesterday. It was all Ron could talk about last night." She blushed even more.
Harry piled some bacon and eggs on to his plate and began eating. He was still ravenous from being starved for nearly two months at the Dursley's. "by the way can I borrow your notes on the Werewolf thingee" he looked hopefully up at her.
She scowled at him "you know eventually you and Ron will have to learn to take your own notes in history of magic." She started shuffling through papers in her bag.
"It's not our fault that Binns is always droning on in his monotone voice. You alone seem to be able to resist his hypnotic voice. You're so smart and attentive, and beautiful…" Harry said in his most convincing voice, giving her his most charming smile.
"Oh shut up, here." She said, though she was grinning rather widely. "Let's just hope there is a spell to get the brown off your nose" She added scathingly.
"Morning all," Ron said taking a seat beside Hermione. "Ah, excellent Hermione's notes, he said taking them from Harry's hands, just what I always wanted, Harry how did you know" Ron asked mockingly batting his eye lashes to add to the effect.
Hermione scowled at them both "just you have them back to me before class." She got up and left. Ron left a minute later to join her.
The rest of the day flew by for Harry, who was still in a very good mood. He had put the whole incident with Malfoy out of his head. However at dinner time he was forced to remember when Malfoy cast him a hungry look and winked across the hall when their eyes met. He suddenly blushed and felt dirty again.
Ron and Hermione had finished eating dinner a while ago and had left him in the company of Ginny who was droning on about how much homework she was getting now that she was in her OWL year. Harry nodded along sympathetically, he knew how hard OWL's could be.
Harry started to think about Ron again. Fantasize more like it. About running his fingers through his glossy red hair, kissing his full pink lips, running his hands all over Ron's body. He had to tell Ron how he felt, even if it meant endangering their friendship. He couldn't go another day wondering if those perfect lips could be his.
"…Don't you think Harry?" He was jerked out of his thoughts by the mention of his name. He was being asked his opinion on something, but what? Something about OWL's no doubt.
"Umm…yeah I agree." Harry muttered. "Excuse me would you" with that he got up and left the great hall and headed towards Gryffindor tower. He looked down at his watch it was eight-forty-five. Ron should be in the tower this close to curfew.
"Nocturne" he muttered to the portrait, and climbed inside. The common room was full and noisy. He looked around and found no sign of either of them, Ron or Hermione. Figuring they went to bed early he made his way towards the boys dormitory.
He climbed the stairwell and headed towards the door to his dorm room. He opened it slowly not wanting to make noise in case Ron was asleep.
His jaw dropped at what he saw. Ron and Hermione were snogging on his bed like crazy hormone driven teenagers which, Harry reminded himself, they were. He stared transfixed for a minute. Hermione was straddling Ron's lap her bushy hair slightly obscuring his view of Ron's face. The horror of what was happening sunk into Harry's disbelieving brain and he turned and fled.
He nearly knocked Ginny over in his haste to exit the tower. He muttered an apology to her without turning and ran down the corridor. He didn't know where he was going and was only vaguely aware that he was half jogging. Everything was swirling in a blur of colours and sound. Ron snogging Hermione.
Their date obviously didn't go as badly as you hoped. Just shut up would you
Harry stopped running, he looked around and found himself in a deserted hallway between the tapestry of Barnabas the barmy and a door that he was quite certain hadn't been there last time he passed through. It could only be the room of requirement. He opened the door thinking that he really needed a place to spend the night away from Ron and Hermione.
He looked inside and found a bedroom complete with freshly laundered robes set on the dresser and a big cushy bed. He walked over to the dresser and pulled out some pajamas and changed out of his school robes. He climbed into bed, it was remarkably comfortable but he had no spare thought for the beauty and comforts of the room. His thoughts were wound tightly around the scene he just witnessed.
He burned with rage at the injustice of it all. Every time he gathered up the courage to tell Ron the truth fate screwed him over. It wasn't his fault he had these feelings for his best friend, he didn't ask for all this tension and unease. "What do you want from me!" he raged aloud to the room furious tears leaking down his face.
He heard the door creak open, his breath caught in his throat, if it was a teacher he would be in so much trouble. He quickly wiped his tears away.
"Thought that was you screaming" Malfoy sauntered into the room looking smug, giving the room an appraising look. "Nice, personally I would have gone for a dark green with silver lining but this looks adequate, in an 'only what's absolutely necessary' sort of way"
"It's the 'room of requirement' not the room of luxury" Harry spat out. Malfoy was the last person he wanted to see right now, the feeling of filth washed over him again.
"Yeah, I know. But to tell you the truth I didn't really expect that it would give me everything I require." He raised his eyebrows suggestively.
"sorry Malfoy I've had enough poison from your lips to last a lifetime" Harry was seething, how could Malfoy even think of doing anything like that again, once was bad enough.
"Really so why then is it a queen sized bed instead of the regular single four poster? You require some company in that bed?" Malfoy moved closer to Harry brushing the stray strands of hair out of Harry's eyes, making the other boy shiver. "You require me"
Malfoy climbed into bed next to him bringing his lips to meet Harry's. Cradling Harry's head with the hand he just used to brush the renegade hairs away. Malfoy deepened the kiss
Harry was out of his senses, he loved the way Malfoy was kissing him right now but hated that it was Malfoy and not Ron. He felt his cock hardening against his will. He let a moan escape his lips before protesting feebly "I don't require anything from you"
Malfoy moved his free hand down to Harry's knee and slowly trailed up to the hardness between Harry's legs. "I think you need me more than you think" giving Harry's cock a firm stroke through the thin material of Harry's pajamas. Harry's head dropped back against the pillow lost in the euphoria of what Malfoy was doing to him.
Malfoy removed his hand and started to unbutton Harry's pajama top, Harry whimpered. Malfoy was now sucking on his newly exposed chest, teasing his nipples and making a line of kisses down his chest to Harry's belly-button. Harry felt all the resistance leaving his mind, he couldn't think clearly he was under Malfoy's spell.
Malfoy tore Harry's pajama bottoms down to Harry's knees, exposing the long, hard, pink length. Malfoy grasped the length and started a rhythm of soft and firm stokes before taking the whole thing into his mouth. "Oh god" Harry screamed out, he had never felt anything so good. Playing by yourself is good but playing with others is definitely better.
Harry vaguely wondered where Malfoy had learned to use his mouth like that. He felt the crescendo of pleasure building in him, he grasped firmly onto the pillow under his head. Malfoy removed his mouth but kept stroking Harry "see everybody needs me, even you, isn't that right" he whispered silkily into Harry's ear making Harry quiver.
"Oh god, fucking yes. I need you so bad." Harry was out side of his senses. "I want you so bad, need you to suck me." Harry grabbed Malfoy's head and guided it roughly back to his cock. He registered dimly Malfoy's smug smirk, before it disappeared on his cock. The look of Malfoy's perfect pink lips on his cock was too much.
It was only a few minutes after that that Harry screamed out his release, filling Malfoy's mouth with his seed. He slumped back against his pillow feeling the waves of pleasure wash over him.
Malfoy licked the dribble of semen off his lips and climbing up the bed to snuggle against Harry's chest. Harry didn't even notice nothing penetrated his consciousness, not the snuggling form up against him, not even the painfully hard erection that Malfoy was now sporting. Harry dropped off to sleep leaving Malfoy to deal with that matter himself.