Dislcaimer: If I owned them, I would be doing something far more interesting than writing.
My first chapter in a long time, so if it's crappy, please tell me! I love reviews, and the more I get the more I write! Birthday countdown… nine days! Lily.
Professor Snape's first waking thought was of the pain in his head. His second was the reason for the pain in this head, and this, not surprisingly made the head-pain ten times worse. He reached out in front of him, he remembered passing out in the Potions classroom, and he knew hat if he was still on the floor, his desk would be directly in front of him. 'Shit' he thought. It wasn't there. He heard faint talking, and decided to open his eyes. 'Jesus that lights bright' – his second cohesive thought. He wondered who it was, and made out a voice saying 'Minerva' repeatedly, then a louder "Oh! Sybil. I wonder…" the voice trailed off.
"Severus! You're awake!" a panicked Minerva McGonagall was standing by his bedside. He pulled his hand from hers very sharply. What the hell was going on? Had he woken up in some perverse alternate universe?
"Yes, Minerva, I am. And I believe I have various classes which I have to teach. Please excuse me."
Poppy Pomfrey chose that moment to leave Trelawny's bedside and come rushing over to Snape's.
"Severus you are not to leave this room. It is compulsory that after someone faint or is otherwise incapacitated they must spend the night in the hospital wing for observation."
"Rubbish." Exclaimed the black-haired man, outraged
"Severus…" growled Pomfrey. Snape realised he wasn't going to win this one, and lay back against the fluffy white pillows to await his release the following day. If he couldn't move, he might as well appreciate a day's forced sleep.
By the time all of the seventh year Gryffindor members had made it to breakfast, it was almost nine o'clock – they had just five minutes to eat and get to their first classes.
Harry and Draco sat together with the others, trying to eat toast dripping with honey and read post, the Daily Prophet, or for Hermione, Hogwarts: A History, for about the millionth time.
The Malfoy's famed barn owl, Jonas, swooped down from on high in the enchanted ceiling, late as usual.
"Fantastic" exclaimed Draco. "I've been waiting for these…"
He opened the packet in Jonas' claws and was showered with a vile smelling green substance. Hermione leapt from her seat as though fired by a rocket launcher and cast three charms over Draco.
"Relieviate, PlasticusBaggium, Prior Messagatum!" She shouted.
The vile smelling green substance disappeared, and a small plastic bag of it appeared on the table. Above the table appeared a tiny copy of the Morsmordre symbol. Draco recoiled.
"Get the fuck rid of that." He whispered to Hermione.
She whispered the bagging spell again and the symbol solidified and dropped into a plastic bag next to the vile smelling green crap.
"Draco." Harry took his boyfriends hand, only to feel it be snatched away.
"I'm going to get you hurt here, Potter. Someone doesn't like this and isn't going down without a fight."
The unintentional innuendo didn't escape either of the boys, and Draco reached for Harry's hand in a silent apology.
"I don't care. Don't think I can or will rip myself back out of your life just to make life easier. You're worth way more to me than that." Harry spoke softly, trying not to broadcast his feelings to the whole school.
Unnoticed by the two boys as they were so wrapped up in their own conversation, Hermione was already at Dumbledore's side with the stuff from the letter and the Morsmordre symbol.
Quidditch training that year had been going shockingly well for the Gryffindor team. With Ron as Keeper, Harry as Seeker and Draco as the first Chaser, the three seventh years presented a formidable combination which was only backed up by the other players on the team. The Creevey brothers were Beaters, and the other two Chasers were played by two third year girls who had remarkable talent which more than made up for their shocking lack of looks.
As November approached, bringing with it the first house Quidditch game of the year, all four of the teams were training hard, especially Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, between whom would be the first match on Guy Fawkes Night, the fifth of November. It would be followed by a huge feast and wizarding fireworks from the top of the Astronomy Tower.
The match was on a Friday night, and Gryffindor's last training session was mid-afternoon on the Thursday, which was planning to be followed by an early night for the team. It was the time after the match on Friday for which the piss-up had been scheduled. After Harry had spoken very persuasively to them, using his sway as main shareholder in their company, Fred and George were due to be arriving just before the match, and bringing vast quantities of muggle alcohol with them, something to do with paying off parts of a debt which they owed to almost every member of Gryffindor, never mind the rest of the school, and the faculty. It was rumoured that Fred and George Weasley would be combining their visit to pay up the Draco/Harry bet money (in kind) with organising the firework display because Weasleys Wizarding Wheezes was doing very well, with shops in London, Paris, Milan and New York. And Hogsmeade of course.
The match arrived without a backward glance as October made way to November, as Harry passed that painful anniversary with all the support he needed from those in his life who made up his family.
The Quidditch practice preceding what for Draco, Harry and the rest of the school was going to be quite a tense day was an interesting one. They spent the entire practice screaming at each other, getting screamed at for screaming by the other players, and, logically, screaming back. It wasn't an easy time for any of the Gryffindor team, and went nowhere towards to preparing them to be at their best.
The now not so new couple didn't really make up until later, when they grudgingly sat next to each other at dinner, flanked by Ron and Hermione.
"Gods," grumbled the blonde as he picked at his food, more nervous than he would ever admit to any of his team mates. "You two are as bad as Crabbe and Goyle used to be when I'd argued with my father."
"Yeah" agreed Harry, not realising until after he'd opened his traitorous mouth that he was acquiescing with someone with whom he was meant to be mad. "Can't you just leave it until we get bored of not speaking and then we'll make it up in the best way we know how? It shouldn't take long…" He trailed off as Draco's hand slipping onto his thigh and pinched the tender skin on the inside of his leg.
As Draco's hand made its way up and down Harry's thigh, they quietly discussed the issues they had had earlier, and within minutes, both were smiling, and Harry was painfully hard. As he went to stand, he shook his robes down over his front and bent his head to Draco as the blonde bent to pick up his things.
"Come the fuck on" he whispered in a voice hoarse with arousal. He slipped his hand into his boyfriends, and they walked quickly out of the Great Hall.
As soon as the pair were alone, they were joined at the lip, Draco's hand snaking inside Harry's robes, and Harry pushed roughly up against the wall.
"I have wanted to do that all fucking day" whispered the ex-Slytherin as he cupped Harry tightly inside his robes and squeezed, making the brunette groan with pleasure.
"Didn't bloody seem like it to me. You've been a…ah…wanker…all day" Harry spoke around his gasps, trying to be coherent, not entirely sure how much success he had.
Harry gasped again as the blonde boy lowered his head to Harry's neck and gean kissing, licking and sucking soft skin which led down to Harry's collar bone and that little dip which Draco adored.
"I was trying to be nice. Doing it while first year Slytherins are hexing and cursing me out the window is slightly more difficult."
Harry pushed Draco away and looked hard into his eyes.
"Tell me you're joking, even though that really isn't funny."
"Why would I joke?"
"Why is there always fucking something?" fumed Harry, turning and slamming his fist into the wall. "Why?"
"Harry!" exclaimed his boyfriend "Stop it!"
Draco pulled Harry into his arms and the brunette rested his head on Draco's shoulder.
"What were they using? Just tell me, I promise not to go crazy. Again."
"Umm, Jelly legs, a lot, which was why I was flying so badly, Cruciatum, like a watered down version of the unforgivable, and Imperio. Why do you think I was being such a knob?"
He held on tightly to Harry as he told him, as if trying to stop the hot-tempered seeker from going and finding these young wrong-doers and putting an end to their Draco-hurting activities.
"Fuckers." Whispered Harry against his lovers neck. He kissed Draco through his shirt, making a shiver go down the blonde's spine. "We'll get them."
This chapter was brought to you by…the love of reviews, coming home from Prague, it nearly being my birthday to which Remus and Sirius may come, a litre bottle of Absolut raspberry from the Duty Free, and random words of Czech which I keep inserting into everyday speech.
Lily x x x