Ode et Amo
Disclaimer: Jo can have it all if she wants. Every word – I'd give them gladly.
Warning: This chapter will contain something close to M-rated fun. So if you're not old enough, don't read it! Oh, and did I forget to mention that this is and will forever be a SLASH fiction (HP+DM). Rated M for violent behaviour, language and adult contents.
N/A: Oh, and to those who commented on my spelling and grammar, thanks. I know it sucks, but I'm from Denmark, and English is not even my second language, but I love it, so I try. And I'm so sorry for taking so long. I hope you'll read it anyway…
Chapter Four: I won't have to actually like you, do I?
Forcing himself into hating Malfoy, Harry discovered, were slightly harder than he had expected.
He waited patiently for the rest of the students to return that night, as the Christmas vacation ended.
He spent some time pacing and some time reading up on his Transfiguration. In the end he lay down on his bed, but found it tediously difficult to fall asleep. The image of a certain blond kept forcing its way into his thoughts; Malfoy's face up close, telling him that he could be taught to take orders from the blond Slytherin.
And if that wasn't enough, he had felt Malfoy's body pressed against his own. Last time that had happened was during a fistfight in their fourth year, and now things were more screwed up than could be put into words. He actually longed for Malfoy; the blond ferrite-boy himself.
In the end he gave up trying to sleep, and headed towards the Great Hall for lunch.
Here he met Hermione, who told him that Ron wasn't coming. "He's raiding the kitchens instead." She said, and looked at Harry, concerned. "I've talked to Ginny, and there is nothing I can do. I've checked all of the library books, and apparently, from what Ginny can remember of the potion, none of them matches. We need the right potion description from Tonks, before I dare make an antidote."
"That's what Malfoy said."
"You two talked?" Hermione looked amazed. "With out killing each other?"
"Well, we were about to kill each other, when Snap walked in on us."
"Perhaps you two should spend some time together, you know, so that your lust doesn't end up as some latent resentment." Hermione said, while looking over at the Slytherin table, which was one Draco Malfoy short. Harry followed her stare.
Harry smirked. "No risk of that. This far it has only been out-front and obvious resentment."
"Well, still. It would give you an idea about how Ron and I are feeling."
"What do you mean?" Harry asked and looked at Hermione surprised.
"You tried to force us together, so that we wouldn't be a bother for you! But did you ever stop to consider that perhaps we were only trying so hard to make it work because of you, Harry? Because we're both your friends? That doesn't automatically mean that we're friends with each other."
"I never thought about that." Harry said defeated.
"Obviously." Hermione said and grabbed an apple, before leaving the Great Hall.
Harry frowned and got up to leave as well, just as Ginny entered.
"Do you think I should talk to Malfoy?" Harry asked sully.
"I do. But try not to hit each other."
"I like hitting him. It stops latent resentment."
Ginny smiled at this. "You've been talking to Hermione."
Harry just sulked. He was not going to seek out Malfoy, even if that meant tying himself to his bed to prevent himself form doing so.
Malfoy, on the other hand, wasn't doing so great in convincing himself that Harry was off-limits. He had decided that come hell or high waters, he was going to fight the lust, but he had a hard time remembering why he had made that decision…
Nonetheless he took Theodore's advice and arrived late for lunch, to avoid any contact with the golden boy. That was why he entered the Great Hall, just as Harry was leaving, and found himself looking into green eyes.
It took a little time for him to realize that he was in fact face to face with Harry.
What none of the boys realized was that the entire Great Hall had gone suddenly numb, silently awaiting the two boys collision. The word among the remaining students had travelled throughout the school, leaving guessing and whispering in its wake. Some of the more daring, older students had even been taking bets on how fast the two boys would break, who would break first, and how it would happen.
Despite the fact that Harry had swallowed more of the love potion than Malfoy, the overall bet was on Malfoy cracking first.
Theodore Nott and Blaise Zabini had even stirred the conversation with inside information about Draco Malfoy's increasingly rapid breakdown. A breakdown now showing on Malfoy's face as the two boys stood only inches apart.
To this unexpected, unwelcome intrusion of his private space Malfoy could find only one solution: he slapped Harry. In review a humiliatingly girlish action, but at the time it seemed like just the ting to do.
Harry didn't take long to recover and answered by pushing Malfoy into the doorframe with all the strength he could muster, before running up the stairs.
Malfoy took one glance at the people sitting open-mouthed in the Great Hall, and knew he couldn't enter without everyone staring at him, so he decided to follow Harry's example and ran up the stairs, forming a weak plan in his mind, about what he would do if he actually found the Gryffindor.
He could hear Harry in front of him, but he knew he wouldn't catch up with him with out the use of drastic measures.
"Damn it, Potter. Wait up you sod!" he yelled half-hearted. He heard the footsteps on the staircase above him stop. He took the last few steps up till the next landing and found himself face to face with the Gryffindor boy once more. He noticed that Harry was frowning at him.
"You were making a scene down there. Where do you get off hitting me like that?"
"Let me just catch my breath." Malfoy said. Then he twitched and put a hand to his chest "I think you might have broken one of my ribs down there."
With out quite knowing why, Harry found himself forcing Malfoy against a wall, looking into the blond boys grey eyes. And before Harry could think, both boys crashed their lips together. Harry grabbed hold of Malfoy's shirt and the blond grabbed Harry's neck to pull him closer.
Malfoy parted his lips slightly, and felt Harry's tong force its way into his mouth. He responded by pressing himself against the Gryffindor, moaning slightly. Just when Malfoy decided that this felt right, a little voice in the back of his head informed him of what he was doing. He was kissing bloody Potter! And with a confused gasp he broke the kiss and pushed Harry away, but Harry caught Malfoy's hands and pinned his arms above his head, against the wall. As soon as Malfoy realized that Harry was stronger and that the Gryffindor would not let him get away, he succumbed to Harry's control and leaned into the kiss.
With one hand still holding Malfoy's arms Harry started to gently caress Malfoy's stomach, but in doing so, he was fighting everything inside of him that was screaming how wrong this was. So to make up for the loss of control he had with his right hand, he tightened the grip on Malfoy's wrists with the left hand.
He pressed his acing groin into Malfoy's hips, feeling Malfoy's own growing erection against his own. At that time the pain in Malfoy's wrists became too much for the blond and he whimpered and broke the kiss. Harry let go and stepped back, shocked and embarrassed by how far he had gone.
"Look, just leave me alone." He hissed and fought to drag his eyes away from the blond.
Malfoy stopped rubbing his wrists, and a smirk spread across his face. He grabbed Harry by the collar and pushed the Gryffindor up against a wall in a passionate kiss, suddenly making Harry the weak one.
"I won't have to actually like you, do I?" Harry whispered as Malfoy broke the kiss.
"Hell no." Malfoy breathed. "I still hate you"
Down in the Great Hall a number of coins suddenly appeared in front of a group of seventh year Ravenclaw's. A lot of disappointed fifth years started complaining as people started to realize that Harry had been the one to crack first.
Note: I won't destroy these two love pigeons, so don't worry, I'll leave them both safe and sound for Jo to play with, so they can continue onto their seventh year.
On a more boring note: no, my grammar hasn't improved, 'cause I still haven't got a beta. So lick it up, with spelling and grammar mistakes and all, or don't lick it at all. My sister is just as bad at these formal things as I am, so no help there. To all of those wonderful people who reviewed: THANK YOU! It's so wonderful to know that someone reads my fic and feel enough to review.
Eam
Copyright© Eamon Maydon
Ps: All in favour of more action in next chapter say: ay
Odi et amo by Catullus:
Odi et amo. Quare id faciam, fortasse requiris.
nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior
Meaning:
I hate and I love. You ask me why it is so, but I do not know.
But I feel it and I am pained by it.