Title: Queer, Otherwise
Authors: lovelessx and savethequeenxo
Pairing: Harry/Draco, mentions of implied Voldemort/Lucius
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Warnings: boy snogging :3
Summary: After Draco switches sides Dumbledore agrees to protect him from the consequences of the wrong people finding out, which looks like no one has noticed...yet. Only the damnable Boy-Who-Lived seems to notice that he has changed and, unnervingly, Draco finds his eyes lingering too long on that unruly hair and those green eyes. Harry has also found himself practically licking his lips while his eyes slip over to Draco every now and then. Before they can stop themselves they both land a late night detention from the Transfiguration teacher for "not paying attention in class". Thankfully, McGonagall hadn't mentioned alloud that they had been oogling each other for her entire class. After their detention, things start to get difficult and keeping secrets is harder than ever for both young wizards.
Chapter Four-- Reasons Revealed and Detentions Earned
It was just after dinner in mid-July. Lucius had called Draco into his study for a drink and a "little chat". Draco felt apprehensive as he approached the tall, oak double doors that led into the study. At the end of the school year, Draco hated Harry Potter for getting his father thrown in jail. It turned out, he needn't worry since The Dark Lord busted his father out within two weeks of imprisonment. Every since, Draco was getting invited to his father's study more and more often. Last week The Dark Lord had come for a Death Eater dinner party and though he kept his Malfoy composure the entire night, he was sick once their "guest" left. The red eyes of the cloaked figure still haunted Draco's dreams. The mere thought of The Dark Lord in person made Draco shiver as he paused at the door, hand on the silver snake handle. He took a deep breath and composed himself before knocking and entering.
"Father, you wished to see me?" He closed the door and stood, waiting for the older man's acknowledgement. When Lucius nodded to him and handed him a glass of wine, he seated himself by the fire.
"Yes, Draco, I did. Now you know that after my time in Azkaban, The Dark Lord has... preened over me to be sure that I am alright after the horrendous encounter." Lucius paused to push the memories of just how Voldemort had preened over him last week before he left after dinner. Draco nodded and Lucius continued. "Well, he requires me to show my thanks for getting me out of Azkaban. Now, you know what is expected of you in the near future, Draco. You are a Malfoy and you have responsibilities to the Malfoy name. You have to keep up appearances and be the heir I trained you to be since you were born." Draco nodded, keeping his cool facade. "Now, I'm sorry to be blunt, but in thanks I'm forced to offer you to The Dark Lord." Draco froze.
What? So soon? Fuck...It was bad enough to see the old git at dinner. He didn't actually adress me, but his presence made me sick! Where the hell is the father I looked up to, what did they do to him in Azkaban! At Draco's sudden flash of panic in his eyes, Lucius grimmaced. It was bad enough that he had to endure The Dark Lord's ... needs, but to expose his son to that hurt him as a father. As a Death Eater, however, he had his duties. "Yes, my boy, you are to be given to The Dark Lord over Christmas. You will serve him as a Death Eater and in other respects. After you receive your mark, you will not be returning to Hogwarts. Make me proud, Draco. Do the Malfoy name good. Good night." Lucius motioned for Draco to leave.
Draco kept on his facade until he reached his room. He had made a decision when his father was lecturing him. He made the decision to switch sides. Draco took out a piece of parchment and wrote his letter to the Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
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"Now, all of you take out your eggs and practice the spell once before performing it." McGonagall was lecturing the class but two boys were too busy stealing furtive glances at each other when they thought the other wasn't looking. McGonagall noticed but payed no mind to it. Draco was sitting in the desk next to Harry's and was currently imagining himself running his hands through that unruly black hair. Harry was thinking about getting lost in a certain pair of gray eyes. Harry is snapped out of his trance for a minute when Hermione prods him and whispers to pay attention. He quickly is lost again thinking about what that blonde hair would feel like against his face first thing in the morning, how that pale body would feel snuggled close to him right before he fell asleep at night. Suddenly Harry's eyes snapped open and he looked around the room quickly, as if to check that no one heard his thoughts.
Oh God. Did I just think about waking up and going to sleep with Malfoy in the same thought? Did I just think about Malfoy! Harry finally understood why Draco-Malfoy- didn't go around calling him a filthy half-blood, or call Hermione a mudblood, or Ron a mudblood-lover, or crack jokes about his mother, or cause any trouble aside from school-related rivalries. No more Death Eater bull shit and all-Hail-The-Dark-Lord games. Draco was on their side. And he was still having these weird thoughts and flutter feelings when he was around the blonde.
There was an unspoken agreement to not be enemies anymore between the Gryffindor and the Slytherin. Over the few weeks since Malfoy had come back to school and later confirmed that he'd switched sides, Harry and Draco had become something akin to friends and Harry liked it. Malfoy and him had more in common than he thought, they spent hours alone tlaking about Quidditch. They started the tradition of walking at night and talking as they walked around the lake.
Draco was snapped out of his own trance when Granger prodded Harry-Potter. He had silently been correcting himself more and more this week. Just because Potter and him were friends didn't mean he had to call him "Harry". He did acknowledge the fact that Harry wasn't the bumbling idiot he took him for. Once Harry had gotten more comfortable with talking to him and found out that he switched sides, Harry was quite the conversationalist. The Gryffindor had a lot of interesting views on Quidditch and strategies. One night when they were walking, they had decided to go to the Quidditch Pitch and had raced each other around in the cool, November air. Draco loved every minute of it. Gryffindors happened to make good friends, what with their loyalty and honesty.
"Mister Potter, Mister Malfoy." A cross voice cut into both Harry and Draco's thoughts and both looked up to find McGonagall standing between them. "You have not payed attention for the entire class. Fifty points from Gryffindor and Slytherin and detention tonight at eight." McGonagall walked to the front of the room and dismissed the class. McGonagall failed to mention that Harry and Draco were oogling each other for the entire class. Harry caught Draco's eye and sighed.
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Harry stalled until the last minute, hanging around the common room until he had exactly fifteen minutes to get to Transfigurations. When Harry walks into the class, he's thankful that it wasn't another detention with Snape. Draco was already seated at the front of the room and McGonagall was no where to be found. Draco greeted Harry and went back to sulking for a bit. Harry took a seat next to him and looked around the class once again.
"Where's McGonagall?" He took the liberty of studying the blonde in the daker light than was usual for the room.
"Said she had to go chat with Dumbledore. Said she'd back around nine." Draco sighed and slumped in his chair. Harry was surprised since he was used to seeing the boy be prim and proper.
"You never did tell me why you switched sides, Malfoy." Harry smiled when Draco looked up at him. Draco heaved another sigh and sat up.
"I knew you'd never be able to keep yourself from asking questions, Potter." Malfoy smirked at Harry and traced the woodworking on the table. Harry watched his nimble fingers move along the grooves. "Well, as you know, Voldemort broke my father out of Azkaban about two weeks into summer. He was really shaken for the first month or so back at home. Then he invited Voldemort over for dinner. How can you stand to be on the same planet as him? Just being in the same room as him the entire night made me sick, but of course I had to keep up appearances of being a good mini-Death Eater. He kept his hood up but I could see his eyes... Gods, they still haunt my dreams at night and it's been months. Anyway... my father started giving me a lot of "responsibility" lectures. A week after the dinner party, he called me to his study for another lecture..." Draco paused, unsure of whether or not he should tell Harry what his father told him exactly. After a quick thought, he thought better of spilling everything to the Gryffindor and kept it simple. "He told me I would be called upon very soon... I went up to my room that night and wrote to Dumbledore about the lecture and my new status on the war." Harry nodded and akwardly leaned over to give Draco a comforting half-hug and patted his shoulder.
"I think you did the right thing.." Harry smiled at the blonde and Draco almost looked guilty. Harry thought about if for a moment before adding "But you're not telling me everything. I'm the authority of concealing feelings from my friends." Draco's heart skipped a beat at Harry's use of the word friends. Harry's eyes grew playful and he gave the Slytherin an little nudge before turning fully towards him. "You have two choices... tell me the whole story, or... face the consequences." Draco stiffened and stood up, looking at Harry doubtfully.
"Come off it, Potter. You couldn't harm a fly if you tried. Don't know how you're going to win if-" Draco was caught off guard when Harry stood and pushed him backwards til he hit the wall. He looked up at Harry for a confusing half of a second before soft lips were pressing gently against his. His wrists were in Harry's hands and were pressed against the wall on either side of his head. Harry was pressing his body against Draco's and his tongue flicked out along Draco's bottom lip. A nip to his lips caused him to gasp and then Harry's tongue was in his mouth and it was making him dizzy and his tongue was in Harry's mouth and Harry tasted like chocolate frogs and pumpkin juice and he was in heaven. Their tongues battled for dominance and Harry won, snogging Draco silly. Draco vaguely remembered the night before when he tossed off to a senario very similar to this and decided that the real thing was much much better. Draco leaned his head down and bit Harry's neck, then soothed it with his tongue. He alternated between nipping and sucked while Harry let out a moan and pressed his hips further into Draco's. Harry gently pulled away, cheeks flushed and eyes wide and bright. He mumbled an appology and went back to his seat. Draco was too dazed to pull him back for more and simply followed and took his seat. They were both quiet for the rest of the detention.
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"Harry! What is that on your neck!" Draco stopped before rounding the corner and peeked around it to see Seamus Finnigan yanking down the colar of Harry's robe to reveal a bright red hickey. The hickey he put there the night before. "Oh my GOD! Ron told me, but I didn't believe him! So who's the little slut, Harry? Who is she!" Draco was confused as to why Finnigan was red in the face and yelling at Harry in the middle of the corridor after breakfast. Harry, bless him, could only blush and stutter.
"Er, Seamus, really.. it's not really any of your buisness.." Harry looked uncomfortable and tried to pull away, but Seamus wouldn't let him. Draco decided to save Prince Charming from Finnegan and tell him just how much he enjoyed putting that hickey on Harry's neck. Seamus was repeating the same questions and ranting about who's buisness it was to protect Harry's virtue when Draco strolled up and caught a glimpse of his mark. It was quite big and he was proud of himself. Harry noticed the Slytherin and quickly clapped a hand over his neck. "Malfoy!"
Seamus spun around to see Draco studying the mark he'd left on Harry. "Want to know who put that there and how, Finnegan?" When Seamus was about to begin to protest about buisness again when he was cut off by Draco spinning Harry around. "I put it there. Like this." He placed a quick kiss on Harry's lips before leaning his head down and nipping and sucking at the pulsepoint in Harry's neck again. Finnegan looked like he'd seen a ghost before glaring from him to Harry and storming away. Harry was too stunned to do anything but whimper when Draco sucked on a sensitive spot.
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A/N: First of all, I appologize for being obscenely late on this chapter. Seamus is permanently OOC (sorry canon!seamus fans :P) All the smutty h/d fans, fear not- smutty boy!sex is in the very near future for this fic! I have to go down the shore this weekend and I think I'm coming back sunday or monday, but I have chapter 5 mapped out and I'll be hopefully writing it while I'm down there. For those of you wondering where the hell me and Ghia are going on this fic, stick around. We are thinking it's going to be ranging from 10-15 chapters long. Also, sorry this is kind of a short chapter.. but chapter five is really long. I think this is the shortest chapter yet, so sorry TT