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Warning: DH slash. Some fluff. Some angst. Some OoTP spoilers. Well, I think that's about it.
A/N: Not much to say except, thank you all for the lovely reviews! You guys are lovely people! I get really inspired whenever I read them. *hugs everyone who reviewed and even those who didn't* Well, I don't have much to say right now, except, this chapter was supposed to be up a long time ago only I went skiing with a friend and thus the delay. And also Shiry, the girl who corrects the grammar and spelling for me, had some troubles with her computer or something like that and that was why the last chapter was late. And also I like torturing you, so there! XP Well, here comes the next chapter!
Chapter 10:
Harry was sitting in the common room seemingly engaged in some book. He didn't even know what kind of book it was. To tell the truth, he didn't even know he was looking at a book. He was off in his own little world, where he was still thinking about the night before and the night before that. This Malfoy-thing was very confusing and he really had no idea what he was doing, but he didn't care much. He was looking forward to tonight with some sort of strange fear.
Wow! That was strange. He actually looked forward to meet his rival! Sure, he was nervous about it. He wasn't sure what the hell they were doing, but he figured as long as it didn't feel wrong it was all right. Or something like that.
"Harry!" a voice entered his little world.
"What?!" he jumped in his chair and found himself staring up into Hermione's eyes. She didn't look too happy.
Harry looked around and saw that everyone was looking at him. He blushed slightly at that. He hadn't meant to shout like that.
"Harry, what is wrong? You have been awfully distant lately. Are you sure you shouldn't come with me and Ron?" she asked looking concerned. Harry kicked himself mentally. The last thing he needed was for Ron and Hermione to be worried about him right now. He was fine! Sure, he was confused like hell and all that but he was fine! If Ron and Hermione decided that he was behaving way too strangely they would want to find out what caused it. So far they knew he was depressed because of Sirius' death and all that and they left him alone. Now it was different. And his friends would find out about it sooner or later. That was about the last thing he needed. Stupid questions about what he was thinking about and why he was behaving so differently. A terrifying thought entered his mind. What if they found out about him and Malfoy? About the kiss! About the fact that he was being civil with the enemy! Civil?! He snogged him! Willingly so!
"Oh, no, no. I'm fine, Hermione! You just have fun!" he said looking a bit too cheerful considering he had been walking around the school the last few months looking pretty much like death itself. Never smiling and never ever laughing.
The same boy now had a not-too-convincing-grin all over his face as he leaned in to hug her. Now she was even more surprised. Harry hadn't been very physical lately. Before the events last term they hugged each other now and then. Not too often seeing as Harry was a boy and boys didn't really like that sort of thing. After the summer there was even less hugging.
"All right, Harry, if you are sure then I won't push it. Anyways, I just wanted to say goodbye, Ron and I are leaving in ten minutes. We'll write to you and we'll send you your presents too." She said. She really didn't feel good about leaving Harry here all alone but if Harry didn't want to come then she couldn't force him.
"Sure, I'll send you your presents too. Don't worry about me. I'll be fine." He said and he smiled slightly. This time he meant it too. Hermione nodded and smiled back.
Ron was now coming down the stairs looking ready to leave.
"So you're sure you don't want to come with us? Mum will torture me to death for this, you know." He said smiling slightly as he put his arm around Hermione's waist.
"Yeah, I just told Hermione that I'll be fine here. Don't worry." Harry said reassuringly. He gave Ron a friendly hug too and followed the two out.
As he waved to Ron and Hermione he saw a blonde head not too far away. He felt like he was struck by lightning. There was something he hadn't thought about. Malfoy always spent Christmas at home, didn't he? He was probably going to spend Christmas at home this year too. That meant he wouldn't be able to meet him tonight!
He followed the blonde head with his eyes and saw Malfoy and Parkinson standing not too far away. Soon they were accompanied by Zabini too.
Parkinson hugged Malfoy and kissed him on the cheek. Malfoy didn't look too happy about it but he hugged her back. Harry felt a strange feeling build up in his chest. It was a burning feeling. He clenched his teeth because he felt like he was going to say something nasty. He didn't understand why.
The feeling intensified as he saw Zabini approach Malfoy and put his arms around the blonde's slim waist. He whispered something in Malfoy's ear. Something that made Malfoy look baffled before he blushed slightly. Then he put his arms around Zabini's neck and hugged back. It didn't last long at all. And it seemed like a friendly hug, nothing more but that look in Zabini's eyes. He didn't like it one bit!
He found himself biting his lower lip until it started bleeding. Why was he feeling like this? What was this feeling? He wasn't sure.
He watched Zabini and Parkinson leave Malfoy and felt relief wash over him. Relief over the fact that those two were gone and not hugging and kissing and touching Malfoy, and relief that Malfoy stayed. He didn't leave. Harry found himself smiling a little at that before he made his way back to the Gryffindor tower.
It was almost time for lunch and Harry was sitting in a comfy chair by the fire in the Gryffindor common room. He was reading a book about Quidditch. This time he was actually paying attention to what he was reading.
"Hi, Harry!" he heard the cheery voice of Seamus Finnigan. He looked up only to see the sandy haired Irish boy standing there hand in hand with Dean Thomas. He looked at their entwined hands and then back up at the two boys. So the rumours were true. They really were a couple.
"Hi. I didn't know the two of you stayed for Christmas too." He said looking a little surprised by the fact that they were here and not to mention that they were holding hands.
"Yeah, well we wanted to spend Christmas together so we figured it would be best to stay here." Seamus said blushing slightly and letting go of his boyfriend's hand.
"Oh, I understand." Harry said nodding and looking at them in a way that said that he understood and that they didn't need to be ashamed. Seamus seamed a little relieved and smiled at him.
"So you wanna eat lunch with us?" he asked taking Dean's hand in his again, looking hopefully at Harry.
"Sure, I was starting to get a little hungry." He said as he put his book aside and stood up. They left the common room together talking about food and what they wanted to do in the Christmas break. Well, mostly Seamus was talking, Dean was the quiet one of the two and Harry's mind was elsewhere again.
Lunch went by quite smoothly. Harry noticed that Malfoy wasn't there though which made him a little curious as to what he was doing. He hoped Malfoy hadn't left.
"....and then that gigantic cow attacked my mother. I thought she was going to die! But apparently it just wanted to eat her flowers. You can imagine how scared I was. It really looked like it wanted to eat her.." Seamus was talking the whole time and Dean was looking at him with adoration in his eyes. It was very clear he liked Seamus very much, Harry thought. Otherwise he wouldn't have listened to every word that came out of the sandy haired boy's mouth.
Harry was a little envious. He wanted someone to care about him the same way too. It must be nice, he thought. Having someone listen to your every word. Seeing how much they adored you just by one look in their eyes. Holding hands the way they were. It was cute really. He had to admit that. He wanted to know what it felt like.
Sure he knew what it felt like kissing someone. He had kissed Cho. But that wasn't really the way he expected it to be. It was different when he kissed Malfoy. It was somehow a lot more intense and at the same time it was very caring and gentle. He wondered if it was because Malfoy was a boy and Cho was a girl. And in that case what did it mean? He knew he liked the kiss he had shared with Malfoy a lot better than the one with Cho. With Cho it was more like just two lips meeting. Nothing more.
He shook his head. He didn't want to think about this now. He finished his meal and talked some more with Seamus and Dean. They told him about how they found out about their feelings for each other. It was an interesting story really. Apparently Seamus had been in love with Dean for a long time but never dared to act on it, afraid of being rejected and losing a friend. Then one day when they were walking around on the grounds, talking about friendly things Seamus fell into the lake, clumsy as he was. It was cold and the water was ice cold. Dean didn't hesitate, he jumped after Seamus, determined to save his friend. When he dragged out Seamus to the shore the sandy haired boy hugged him tightly, refusing to let go and he told him that he loved him. Well actually he was sobbing so Dean didn't hear it the first time but he sure felt it the moment after that when Seamus leaned up and kissed him. They have been together since.
After Seamus finished telling the story he leaned in and kissed Dean on the cheek. This made the other boy blush crimson but he kissed back none the less. Harry smiled slightly and excused himself, telling the two that he needed a nap.
Draco Malfoy was frustrated. He was all alone in his dorm room. Everyone had left the school for the Christmas break. Only two fifth years stayed but they were off doing things he wasn't really interested in.
Sure he was happy now that he didn't have Blaise hanging after him telling him not to do this and that. He was damn relieved that he didn't have to sneak around and have to think about everything he did and what Blaise would think about it. When he thought about it this way he almost understood why his father had threatened to disown him so many times. He couldn't manage beating Blaise and getting the title as leader of their pack. This made him angry.
He looked at his watch. It was time for lunch and he wasn't hungry. He was a little nervous about meeting Potter tonight. Well, the best thing was not to think about it. He decided he didn't want to eat lunch. Then he would have to see Potter and then his plan about not thinking about tonight would be ruined. He plopped down on his bed and curled up in a little ball. His eyes closed and sleep claimed him.
He woke up several hours later. He was still a little sleepy but he decided he had to do something to help time pass. Damn time almost seemed to stand still when you were bored out of your mind.
He decided he was hungry and he needed to eat something. Skipping lunch suddenly seemed like a stupid thing to do.
He walked down to the kitchens and used his well hidden charm on a female house elf and as reward he got a whole basket full of all kinds of food. He walked back to his room and sat down on his bed and started eating. Suddenly an owl knocked with its beak on the tiny dungeon window.
He recognized it as his father's owl. Suddenly he didn't feel very hungry anymore.
He went and opened the window and the owl practically tossed him the letter and flew off. That was indeed a very Malfoy owl. All high and mighty. Draco had to chuckle ironically at that. He opened the letter and read it.
'Draco!
I wasn't very happy about your decision about staying at Hogwarts over the holidays. Especially since your Father won't be home. I won't make you come home though, if you don't want to. But I do expect you to be here for the Christmas Party.
Mother'
Ah, yes ever the Malfoy lady. Short and commanding. She wasn't pleased with him and she let him know that in her own coldly polite letter. She was pretty much the female version of his father. Only his father would have let him know what a useless son he was for not coming home for Christmas. All very politely of course. They wouldn't want to risk having their carefully put up façade ruined.
He snorted and tossed the letter in a corner and left the room, forgetting all about his food. He needed a walk outside.
A few hours later he started feeling cold. It was snowing after all. He had been walking around in the cold and he had totally lost track of time. He was thinking about his family. The way he just wasn't enough. He never had been. The way his father almost never showed him any kind of affection. The last time was when he was four years old and sometimes he was unsure there even had been times like that.
It was summer and they were going on a vacation. His father had always been a busy man, he knew that even though he was only four years old. They had never been on a vacation before that. Or at least none that Draco remembered.
He remembered a sunny beach and they way his mother put some charms over his skin so he wouldn't get a tan. He was a Malfoy after all; they were supposed to have fair, white skin and his skin had always been sensitive for the sun. After that his father took him in his arms and went into the water with him. He never let go of him. Draco was a little afraid of the water since he couldn't swim. He held onto his father like his life depended on it and Lucius smiled at him reassuringly. He told him it was all right, that he wouldn't let go of him and he explained what they were going to do.
He was going to teach Draco how to swim. He was patient and he laughed whenever Draco started sinking and pulled him up telling him that everything was all right.
That was pretty much the only positive memory he had of his father. After that summer his father never took him swimming again. He was too busy and Draco had to learn how to be a real Malfoy. He couldn't be spoiled. Sure he got everything his heart desired but all he really wanted was to be able to go to the beach with his father and mother like that time and have as much fun, feel cared for, like that time.
His stomach started protesting loudly. He needed some food. It was probably dinnertime anyways so he made his way back to the school.
Potter wasn't there. He was somewhat disappointed but since dinnertime was almost over he figured the raven haired boy must have left already. He felt some sort of sad feeling wash over him at the thought. Right now he wouldn't have had anything against seeing the bloody git. Quite the contrary. He wanted to see him. It sounded strange to him but not in a necessarily bad way.
He ate the last of his food and thought that he just had to wait until midnight to see Potter. The nervousness awoke in him and he wondered once again what Potter could possibly want from him.
The hours moved past slowly. Draco lay on his bed attempting to read some book but he ended up tossing it in a corner when he found himself thinking about Potter again.
He decided that reading wouldn't take his mind off Potter and he started writing instead. He liked to write his own music for the piano. Usually he just wrote music without any text, any actual song to it. He didn't need words to express himself. The music itself was enough.
Finally it was half past eleven. He couldn't stand it anymore. He got up and walked to the mirror.
"Perfect as always" he said as he moved a hand through his hair and smirked. He left the room with confident steps.
"Stupid, Potter. He's late, for Merlin's sake. Does he even know who I am? But I guess since he's so damn cute he'll get away with a glare." Draco muttered to himself as he watched the seconds pass on his expensive watch. In reality Harry was only 30 seconds late but Draco being Draco couldn't stand waiting for other people. It was, of course, all right for him to make people wait.
"Talking to yourself, Malfoy?" he heard a familiar voice whisper into his ear. He jumped and was close to screaming like some girl who just saw a ghost. But he didn't, of course. Having the last name "Malfoy" didn't really allow him such lowly things.
No, he settled with blushing and gritting his teeth as Potter became visible beside him. Damn him! He was so going to get it now! Forget about the glare, he was going to hex him into oblivion. Sneaking around like that!
"So, care to tell me who you were calling cute just now? I didn't get that part." Potter said with a huge grin plastered all over his face. Damn he was being cute again! Although it was an innerving kind of cute.
"Don't sneak around like that, Potter! What are you, some kind of a spy?" he asked heatedly. He was *not* going to answer Potter's question.
"I scared you? I'm sorry, Miss Malfoy. If I knew I was going to meet a lady I would have behaved like a gentlemen." He teased. That damned brat had the nerve to tease him! And call him "Miss"! He was no woman! Merlin, that Potter was in for it now!
"Stop that, Potter! Was that why you wanted to see me? I thought you wanted to go on a date with me!" he glared daggers at the insolent brat in front of him. Potter just shot him a smile and he was speechless.
'Way to go, Draco! This is really the way you are supposed to handle an insult. Blushing like a schoolgirl and drooling over Potter's smile. You really are just like a girl.' He thought to himself. In reality, of course, he was not drooling over Potter. It was enough if he did that mentally. But the blushing part was quite correct.
"All right. Fair enough. Let's go then." Potter said and started walking up some stairs. Draco hesitantly followed. They walked through corridors Draco vaguely recognized and after a while he found himself standing in front of a very familiar portrait. It was the portrait of the pianist. They were standing in front of the piano-room. What did Potter want to do here of all places?
He was staring at him incredulously. He couldn't....
"Well, say the magic words, piano-boy." He heard Potter's voice.
"Rondo alla Turca" he whispered and the portrait swung aside to let them in. Potter was the first to enter the room. Draco followed him, still very surprised.
"All right." Potter said as he turned around to look at him. His eyes had a sort of glow to them thanks to the moonlight that was seeping in through the huge windows. They looked like the oceans do at night time. They took his breath away. He couldn't think. Potter was just so....Merlin!
"This is what you have to do for me." Potter said pointing at the piano. Draco took a deep breath but he didn't move. His eyes never left Potters.
"Malfoy? Are you all right?" Potter waved a hand in front of his face and he was forced to bilk and return to reality.
"Stop that, Potty! You are going to poke out my eyes. And people say I have lovely eyes." He said arrogantly. Bless the Malfoy blood.
"So I guess you are going to make me play for you? Who's the girl now, huh?" he said smirking as he walked toward the piano and sat down by it. He wasn't really fond of the idea but he figured it could have been worse. Potter could have made him run around the school naked. Then Filch would have seen him and he would have gotten a life long detention. That was probably something he would have made someone do if he was in that position.
"I am not a girl, thank you very much. I have you know I'm very masculine." Potter said in a mock hurt voice as he walked closer to the piano. Draco just snorted and closed his eyes, placing his fingers over the piano.
Soft music was heard and Harry's heart started racing with anticipation. The tones filled the room; they were dancing around him, in him. It was beautiful. The music Malfoy was playing was soft and a little bit sad and a little cold. It was telling him a story in its own way.
Malfoy was totally absorbed in it as his fingers danced across the keys. There was no time, no room, nothing. Just the music and the feeling it gave him.
As the last tones of the music died he opened his silvery eyes but he didn't really see anything. His eyes weren't cold like they always were. They looked satisfied, a little sad but still satisfied. They were beautiful, Harry thought.
"It was beautiful." He whispered, not sure if Malfoy even heard him. He looked so distant. Normally Harry would have felt uncomfortable but not now. He was seeing Malfoy as he really was. The true Draco Malfoy. And it was nothing like he thought. He wasn't cold, he wasn't a bastard, wasn't even Draco Malfoy. At least not the one he knew. It was like he was seeing a totally different person.
Slowly those eyes turned to him and locked with his own. His heart stopped and time stopped with it. He didn't even notice it as his feet started to move and he walked toward Malfoy until they were only a foot or so, apart.
Malfoy was looking up, into his eyes and he was looking down at him. It was like it wasn't even his body that moved eve closer and cupped Malfoy's chin. But he did. He inhaled deeply as he moved even closer, so close their faces were only inches apart.
"Potter." He heard a faint whisper leave Malfoy's lips. He could feel his warm breath as it caressed his own lips. His heart was racing and he felt a strange feeling deep in his stomach.
He felt Malfoy's fingers in his hair as the blonde pulled him down so their lips could meet. It was fire running through his veins, followed by ice. Malfoy's lips were as soft as he remembered them. They tasted so good he felt like he would never have enough.
He felt the strong arms around his waist, pulling him down to sit on his rivals lap and he complied, never breaking the sweet kiss. His arms sneaked around Malfoy's neck and slowly he parted his lips.
Almost instantly he felt something warm and wet against his tongue and he opened up even more, deepening the kiss even more. It was a wonderful feeling and his body was on fire. He felt like he was going to explode because of all the emotions that drowned him. He felt cared for and he felt like he was being cherished. He felt safe. It was pretty ironic. Feeling safe in the arms of the enemy but he didn't think about that right now. All he cared about was that he didn't want this to end.
It had to though because the lack of air was now burning in his lungs and they had to break the kiss. He pulled back from those sweet lips so he could breathe and let his forehead rest against Malfoy's own.
"Did that answer you question?" he asked silently, his lips slightly brushing against those of the blonde boy beneath him.
"Uh huh." Came the dazed and oh so intelligent answer from the blonde.
"Though I wouldn't mind you reminding me again. I have a very bad memory." Harry chuckled at that. This was really something the Malfoy he knew would say. Only he never thought he would say that to *him*. Oh well.
He leaned in again to capture the other boy's lips with his own. This time the kiss was intense and passionate from the start. Tongues were battling for dominance and the two boys lost themselves in each other, neither of them caring about the consequences this little game could have or the fact that they were supposed to be rivals. They were just two human beings in need of contact, in need of each other.
Harry's hand was travelling up and down Draco's spine while the other boy was playing with his dark locks. They were sinfully aware of all the places their bodies contacted; all the clothes that separated them from the other's bare skin. They both wanted more but neither of them was willing to act on it so they settled with the wild kisses and each other's hands all over each other's bodies.
It was dizzying, it was bloody addictive and it was just what they needed.
They weren't sure how long they had been there doing what they were doing but they didn't really care.
Once they broke apart Harry hid his face in Draco's neck and they stayed that way for several minutes in a comfortable silence.
Harry wanted to ask so many questions. He wanted the blonde to tell him so many things. But for now he settled with being held and cared for. Feeling so very special. He didn't want to ruin this moment with silly questions. He closed his eyes and buried his face deeper into Draco's neck almost falling asleep like that.
A/N: Well, that's it for now. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Because it was so much fun! This chapter was very long too so I want lots and lots of reviews, all right? Hehe! Told you I was getting greedy. Well, I don't have anything more to say but thank you for reading and I'll see you all next time. Once again: Don't you DARE leaving without a review! Bye!
Warning: DH slash. Some fluff. Some angst. Some OoTP spoilers. Well, I think that's about it.
A/N: Not much to say except, thank you all for the lovely reviews! You guys are lovely people! I get really inspired whenever I read them. *hugs everyone who reviewed and even those who didn't* Well, I don't have much to say right now, except, this chapter was supposed to be up a long time ago only I went skiing with a friend and thus the delay. And also Shiry, the girl who corrects the grammar and spelling for me, had some troubles with her computer or something like that and that was why the last chapter was late. And also I like torturing you, so there! XP Well, here comes the next chapter!
Chapter 10:
Harry was sitting in the common room seemingly engaged in some book. He didn't even know what kind of book it was. To tell the truth, he didn't even know he was looking at a book. He was off in his own little world, where he was still thinking about the night before and the night before that. This Malfoy-thing was very confusing and he really had no idea what he was doing, but he didn't care much. He was looking forward to tonight with some sort of strange fear.
Wow! That was strange. He actually looked forward to meet his rival! Sure, he was nervous about it. He wasn't sure what the hell they were doing, but he figured as long as it didn't feel wrong it was all right. Or something like that.
"Harry!" a voice entered his little world.
"What?!" he jumped in his chair and found himself staring up into Hermione's eyes. She didn't look too happy.
Harry looked around and saw that everyone was looking at him. He blushed slightly at that. He hadn't meant to shout like that.
"Harry, what is wrong? You have been awfully distant lately. Are you sure you shouldn't come with me and Ron?" she asked looking concerned. Harry kicked himself mentally. The last thing he needed was for Ron and Hermione to be worried about him right now. He was fine! Sure, he was confused like hell and all that but he was fine! If Ron and Hermione decided that he was behaving way too strangely they would want to find out what caused it. So far they knew he was depressed because of Sirius' death and all that and they left him alone. Now it was different. And his friends would find out about it sooner or later. That was about the last thing he needed. Stupid questions about what he was thinking about and why he was behaving so differently. A terrifying thought entered his mind. What if they found out about him and Malfoy? About the kiss! About the fact that he was being civil with the enemy! Civil?! He snogged him! Willingly so!
"Oh, no, no. I'm fine, Hermione! You just have fun!" he said looking a bit too cheerful considering he had been walking around the school the last few months looking pretty much like death itself. Never smiling and never ever laughing.
The same boy now had a not-too-convincing-grin all over his face as he leaned in to hug her. Now she was even more surprised. Harry hadn't been very physical lately. Before the events last term they hugged each other now and then. Not too often seeing as Harry was a boy and boys didn't really like that sort of thing. After the summer there was even less hugging.
"All right, Harry, if you are sure then I won't push it. Anyways, I just wanted to say goodbye, Ron and I are leaving in ten minutes. We'll write to you and we'll send you your presents too." She said. She really didn't feel good about leaving Harry here all alone but if Harry didn't want to come then she couldn't force him.
"Sure, I'll send you your presents too. Don't worry about me. I'll be fine." He said and he smiled slightly. This time he meant it too. Hermione nodded and smiled back.
Ron was now coming down the stairs looking ready to leave.
"So you're sure you don't want to come with us? Mum will torture me to death for this, you know." He said smiling slightly as he put his arm around Hermione's waist.
"Yeah, I just told Hermione that I'll be fine here. Don't worry." Harry said reassuringly. He gave Ron a friendly hug too and followed the two out.
As he waved to Ron and Hermione he saw a blonde head not too far away. He felt like he was struck by lightning. There was something he hadn't thought about. Malfoy always spent Christmas at home, didn't he? He was probably going to spend Christmas at home this year too. That meant he wouldn't be able to meet him tonight!
He followed the blonde head with his eyes and saw Malfoy and Parkinson standing not too far away. Soon they were accompanied by Zabini too.
Parkinson hugged Malfoy and kissed him on the cheek. Malfoy didn't look too happy about it but he hugged her back. Harry felt a strange feeling build up in his chest. It was a burning feeling. He clenched his teeth because he felt like he was going to say something nasty. He didn't understand why.
The feeling intensified as he saw Zabini approach Malfoy and put his arms around the blonde's slim waist. He whispered something in Malfoy's ear. Something that made Malfoy look baffled before he blushed slightly. Then he put his arms around Zabini's neck and hugged back. It didn't last long at all. And it seemed like a friendly hug, nothing more but that look in Zabini's eyes. He didn't like it one bit!
He found himself biting his lower lip until it started bleeding. Why was he feeling like this? What was this feeling? He wasn't sure.
He watched Zabini and Parkinson leave Malfoy and felt relief wash over him. Relief over the fact that those two were gone and not hugging and kissing and touching Malfoy, and relief that Malfoy stayed. He didn't leave. Harry found himself smiling a little at that before he made his way back to the Gryffindor tower.
It was almost time for lunch and Harry was sitting in a comfy chair by the fire in the Gryffindor common room. He was reading a book about Quidditch. This time he was actually paying attention to what he was reading.
"Hi, Harry!" he heard the cheery voice of Seamus Finnigan. He looked up only to see the sandy haired Irish boy standing there hand in hand with Dean Thomas. He looked at their entwined hands and then back up at the two boys. So the rumours were true. They really were a couple.
"Hi. I didn't know the two of you stayed for Christmas too." He said looking a little surprised by the fact that they were here and not to mention that they were holding hands.
"Yeah, well we wanted to spend Christmas together so we figured it would be best to stay here." Seamus said blushing slightly and letting go of his boyfriend's hand.
"Oh, I understand." Harry said nodding and looking at them in a way that said that he understood and that they didn't need to be ashamed. Seamus seamed a little relieved and smiled at him.
"So you wanna eat lunch with us?" he asked taking Dean's hand in his again, looking hopefully at Harry.
"Sure, I was starting to get a little hungry." He said as he put his book aside and stood up. They left the common room together talking about food and what they wanted to do in the Christmas break. Well, mostly Seamus was talking, Dean was the quiet one of the two and Harry's mind was elsewhere again.
Lunch went by quite smoothly. Harry noticed that Malfoy wasn't there though which made him a little curious as to what he was doing. He hoped Malfoy hadn't left.
"....and then that gigantic cow attacked my mother. I thought she was going to die! But apparently it just wanted to eat her flowers. You can imagine how scared I was. It really looked like it wanted to eat her.." Seamus was talking the whole time and Dean was looking at him with adoration in his eyes. It was very clear he liked Seamus very much, Harry thought. Otherwise he wouldn't have listened to every word that came out of the sandy haired boy's mouth.
Harry was a little envious. He wanted someone to care about him the same way too. It must be nice, he thought. Having someone listen to your every word. Seeing how much they adored you just by one look in their eyes. Holding hands the way they were. It was cute really. He had to admit that. He wanted to know what it felt like.
Sure he knew what it felt like kissing someone. He had kissed Cho. But that wasn't really the way he expected it to be. It was different when he kissed Malfoy. It was somehow a lot more intense and at the same time it was very caring and gentle. He wondered if it was because Malfoy was a boy and Cho was a girl. And in that case what did it mean? He knew he liked the kiss he had shared with Malfoy a lot better than the one with Cho. With Cho it was more like just two lips meeting. Nothing more.
He shook his head. He didn't want to think about this now. He finished his meal and talked some more with Seamus and Dean. They told him about how they found out about their feelings for each other. It was an interesting story really. Apparently Seamus had been in love with Dean for a long time but never dared to act on it, afraid of being rejected and losing a friend. Then one day when they were walking around on the grounds, talking about friendly things Seamus fell into the lake, clumsy as he was. It was cold and the water was ice cold. Dean didn't hesitate, he jumped after Seamus, determined to save his friend. When he dragged out Seamus to the shore the sandy haired boy hugged him tightly, refusing to let go and he told him that he loved him. Well actually he was sobbing so Dean didn't hear it the first time but he sure felt it the moment after that when Seamus leaned up and kissed him. They have been together since.
After Seamus finished telling the story he leaned in and kissed Dean on the cheek. This made the other boy blush crimson but he kissed back none the less. Harry smiled slightly and excused himself, telling the two that he needed a nap.
Draco Malfoy was frustrated. He was all alone in his dorm room. Everyone had left the school for the Christmas break. Only two fifth years stayed but they were off doing things he wasn't really interested in.
Sure he was happy now that he didn't have Blaise hanging after him telling him not to do this and that. He was damn relieved that he didn't have to sneak around and have to think about everything he did and what Blaise would think about it. When he thought about it this way he almost understood why his father had threatened to disown him so many times. He couldn't manage beating Blaise and getting the title as leader of their pack. This made him angry.
He looked at his watch. It was time for lunch and he wasn't hungry. He was a little nervous about meeting Potter tonight. Well, the best thing was not to think about it. He decided he didn't want to eat lunch. Then he would have to see Potter and then his plan about not thinking about tonight would be ruined. He plopped down on his bed and curled up in a little ball. His eyes closed and sleep claimed him.
He woke up several hours later. He was still a little sleepy but he decided he had to do something to help time pass. Damn time almost seemed to stand still when you were bored out of your mind.
He decided he was hungry and he needed to eat something. Skipping lunch suddenly seemed like a stupid thing to do.
He walked down to the kitchens and used his well hidden charm on a female house elf and as reward he got a whole basket full of all kinds of food. He walked back to his room and sat down on his bed and started eating. Suddenly an owl knocked with its beak on the tiny dungeon window.
He recognized it as his father's owl. Suddenly he didn't feel very hungry anymore.
He went and opened the window and the owl practically tossed him the letter and flew off. That was indeed a very Malfoy owl. All high and mighty. Draco had to chuckle ironically at that. He opened the letter and read it.
'Draco!
I wasn't very happy about your decision about staying at Hogwarts over the holidays. Especially since your Father won't be home. I won't make you come home though, if you don't want to. But I do expect you to be here for the Christmas Party.
Mother'
Ah, yes ever the Malfoy lady. Short and commanding. She wasn't pleased with him and she let him know that in her own coldly polite letter. She was pretty much the female version of his father. Only his father would have let him know what a useless son he was for not coming home for Christmas. All very politely of course. They wouldn't want to risk having their carefully put up façade ruined.
He snorted and tossed the letter in a corner and left the room, forgetting all about his food. He needed a walk outside.
A few hours later he started feeling cold. It was snowing after all. He had been walking around in the cold and he had totally lost track of time. He was thinking about his family. The way he just wasn't enough. He never had been. The way his father almost never showed him any kind of affection. The last time was when he was four years old and sometimes he was unsure there even had been times like that.
It was summer and they were going on a vacation. His father had always been a busy man, he knew that even though he was only four years old. They had never been on a vacation before that. Or at least none that Draco remembered.
He remembered a sunny beach and they way his mother put some charms over his skin so he wouldn't get a tan. He was a Malfoy after all; they were supposed to have fair, white skin and his skin had always been sensitive for the sun. After that his father took him in his arms and went into the water with him. He never let go of him. Draco was a little afraid of the water since he couldn't swim. He held onto his father like his life depended on it and Lucius smiled at him reassuringly. He told him it was all right, that he wouldn't let go of him and he explained what they were going to do.
He was going to teach Draco how to swim. He was patient and he laughed whenever Draco started sinking and pulled him up telling him that everything was all right.
That was pretty much the only positive memory he had of his father. After that summer his father never took him swimming again. He was too busy and Draco had to learn how to be a real Malfoy. He couldn't be spoiled. Sure he got everything his heart desired but all he really wanted was to be able to go to the beach with his father and mother like that time and have as much fun, feel cared for, like that time.
His stomach started protesting loudly. He needed some food. It was probably dinnertime anyways so he made his way back to the school.
Potter wasn't there. He was somewhat disappointed but since dinnertime was almost over he figured the raven haired boy must have left already. He felt some sort of sad feeling wash over him at the thought. Right now he wouldn't have had anything against seeing the bloody git. Quite the contrary. He wanted to see him. It sounded strange to him but not in a necessarily bad way.
He ate the last of his food and thought that he just had to wait until midnight to see Potter. The nervousness awoke in him and he wondered once again what Potter could possibly want from him.
The hours moved past slowly. Draco lay on his bed attempting to read some book but he ended up tossing it in a corner when he found himself thinking about Potter again.
He decided that reading wouldn't take his mind off Potter and he started writing instead. He liked to write his own music for the piano. Usually he just wrote music without any text, any actual song to it. He didn't need words to express himself. The music itself was enough.
Finally it was half past eleven. He couldn't stand it anymore. He got up and walked to the mirror.
"Perfect as always" he said as he moved a hand through his hair and smirked. He left the room with confident steps.
"Stupid, Potter. He's late, for Merlin's sake. Does he even know who I am? But I guess since he's so damn cute he'll get away with a glare." Draco muttered to himself as he watched the seconds pass on his expensive watch. In reality Harry was only 30 seconds late but Draco being Draco couldn't stand waiting for other people. It was, of course, all right for him to make people wait.
"Talking to yourself, Malfoy?" he heard a familiar voice whisper into his ear. He jumped and was close to screaming like some girl who just saw a ghost. But he didn't, of course. Having the last name "Malfoy" didn't really allow him such lowly things.
No, he settled with blushing and gritting his teeth as Potter became visible beside him. Damn him! He was so going to get it now! Forget about the glare, he was going to hex him into oblivion. Sneaking around like that!
"So, care to tell me who you were calling cute just now? I didn't get that part." Potter said with a huge grin plastered all over his face. Damn he was being cute again! Although it was an innerving kind of cute.
"Don't sneak around like that, Potter! What are you, some kind of a spy?" he asked heatedly. He was *not* going to answer Potter's question.
"I scared you? I'm sorry, Miss Malfoy. If I knew I was going to meet a lady I would have behaved like a gentlemen." He teased. That damned brat had the nerve to tease him! And call him "Miss"! He was no woman! Merlin, that Potter was in for it now!
"Stop that, Potter! Was that why you wanted to see me? I thought you wanted to go on a date with me!" he glared daggers at the insolent brat in front of him. Potter just shot him a smile and he was speechless.
'Way to go, Draco! This is really the way you are supposed to handle an insult. Blushing like a schoolgirl and drooling over Potter's smile. You really are just like a girl.' He thought to himself. In reality, of course, he was not drooling over Potter. It was enough if he did that mentally. But the blushing part was quite correct.
"All right. Fair enough. Let's go then." Potter said and started walking up some stairs. Draco hesitantly followed. They walked through corridors Draco vaguely recognized and after a while he found himself standing in front of a very familiar portrait. It was the portrait of the pianist. They were standing in front of the piano-room. What did Potter want to do here of all places?
He was staring at him incredulously. He couldn't....
"Well, say the magic words, piano-boy." He heard Potter's voice.
"Rondo alla Turca" he whispered and the portrait swung aside to let them in. Potter was the first to enter the room. Draco followed him, still very surprised.
"All right." Potter said as he turned around to look at him. His eyes had a sort of glow to them thanks to the moonlight that was seeping in through the huge windows. They looked like the oceans do at night time. They took his breath away. He couldn't think. Potter was just so....Merlin!
"This is what you have to do for me." Potter said pointing at the piano. Draco took a deep breath but he didn't move. His eyes never left Potters.
"Malfoy? Are you all right?" Potter waved a hand in front of his face and he was forced to bilk and return to reality.
"Stop that, Potty! You are going to poke out my eyes. And people say I have lovely eyes." He said arrogantly. Bless the Malfoy blood.
"So I guess you are going to make me play for you? Who's the girl now, huh?" he said smirking as he walked toward the piano and sat down by it. He wasn't really fond of the idea but he figured it could have been worse. Potter could have made him run around the school naked. Then Filch would have seen him and he would have gotten a life long detention. That was probably something he would have made someone do if he was in that position.
"I am not a girl, thank you very much. I have you know I'm very masculine." Potter said in a mock hurt voice as he walked closer to the piano. Draco just snorted and closed his eyes, placing his fingers over the piano.
Soft music was heard and Harry's heart started racing with anticipation. The tones filled the room; they were dancing around him, in him. It was beautiful. The music Malfoy was playing was soft and a little bit sad and a little cold. It was telling him a story in its own way.
Malfoy was totally absorbed in it as his fingers danced across the keys. There was no time, no room, nothing. Just the music and the feeling it gave him.
As the last tones of the music died he opened his silvery eyes but he didn't really see anything. His eyes weren't cold like they always were. They looked satisfied, a little sad but still satisfied. They were beautiful, Harry thought.
"It was beautiful." He whispered, not sure if Malfoy even heard him. He looked so distant. Normally Harry would have felt uncomfortable but not now. He was seeing Malfoy as he really was. The true Draco Malfoy. And it was nothing like he thought. He wasn't cold, he wasn't a bastard, wasn't even Draco Malfoy. At least not the one he knew. It was like he was seeing a totally different person.
Slowly those eyes turned to him and locked with his own. His heart stopped and time stopped with it. He didn't even notice it as his feet started to move and he walked toward Malfoy until they were only a foot or so, apart.
Malfoy was looking up, into his eyes and he was looking down at him. It was like it wasn't even his body that moved eve closer and cupped Malfoy's chin. But he did. He inhaled deeply as he moved even closer, so close their faces were only inches apart.
"Potter." He heard a faint whisper leave Malfoy's lips. He could feel his warm breath as it caressed his own lips. His heart was racing and he felt a strange feeling deep in his stomach.
He felt Malfoy's fingers in his hair as the blonde pulled him down so their lips could meet. It was fire running through his veins, followed by ice. Malfoy's lips were as soft as he remembered them. They tasted so good he felt like he would never have enough.
He felt the strong arms around his waist, pulling him down to sit on his rivals lap and he complied, never breaking the sweet kiss. His arms sneaked around Malfoy's neck and slowly he parted his lips.
Almost instantly he felt something warm and wet against his tongue and he opened up even more, deepening the kiss even more. It was a wonderful feeling and his body was on fire. He felt like he was going to explode because of all the emotions that drowned him. He felt cared for and he felt like he was being cherished. He felt safe. It was pretty ironic. Feeling safe in the arms of the enemy but he didn't think about that right now. All he cared about was that he didn't want this to end.
It had to though because the lack of air was now burning in his lungs and they had to break the kiss. He pulled back from those sweet lips so he could breathe and let his forehead rest against Malfoy's own.
"Did that answer you question?" he asked silently, his lips slightly brushing against those of the blonde boy beneath him.
"Uh huh." Came the dazed and oh so intelligent answer from the blonde.
"Though I wouldn't mind you reminding me again. I have a very bad memory." Harry chuckled at that. This was really something the Malfoy he knew would say. Only he never thought he would say that to *him*. Oh well.
He leaned in again to capture the other boy's lips with his own. This time the kiss was intense and passionate from the start. Tongues were battling for dominance and the two boys lost themselves in each other, neither of them caring about the consequences this little game could have or the fact that they were supposed to be rivals. They were just two human beings in need of contact, in need of each other.
Harry's hand was travelling up and down Draco's spine while the other boy was playing with his dark locks. They were sinfully aware of all the places their bodies contacted; all the clothes that separated them from the other's bare skin. They both wanted more but neither of them was willing to act on it so they settled with the wild kisses and each other's hands all over each other's bodies.
It was dizzying, it was bloody addictive and it was just what they needed.
They weren't sure how long they had been there doing what they were doing but they didn't really care.
Once they broke apart Harry hid his face in Draco's neck and they stayed that way for several minutes in a comfortable silence.
Harry wanted to ask so many questions. He wanted the blonde to tell him so many things. But for now he settled with being held and cared for. Feeling so very special. He didn't want to ruin this moment with silly questions. He closed his eyes and buried his face deeper into Draco's neck almost falling asleep like that.
A/N: Well, that's it for now. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Because it was so much fun! This chapter was very long too so I want lots and lots of reviews, all right? Hehe! Told you I was getting greedy. Well, I don't have anything more to say but thank you for reading and I'll see you all next time. Once again: Don't you DARE leaving without a review! Bye!