Odi et Amo
Disclaimer: All Things Harry belongs to Jo. And JoJo, my love: You're a goddess in our eyes and I thought I'd apologise for messing with your world. Never think that it's not perfect the way it is.
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.
Note: like most other sixth-year-story writers, a I have contemplated the outcome of HBP trying to find a way to make my story fit into the plot, but since mine is set during the Christmas holidays, there is no fixing my plot to fit the outcome/ ongoing storyline of HBP, so pretend that you've never read HBP…
Okay, so I have to say that I got quite a few Ay's, so we can all get our ways.
Chapter five: I could smile.
When Harry returned to his Dormitory after leaving Malfoy Ron and Hermione were waiting for him there. As soon as he caught sight of them, however, he turned around and tried to get away, but his two friends caught up with him halfway down the stairs to the Common Room.
"Don't start. Just – don't even start!" Harry tried saying, but the words left his mouth as a whisper.
"Harry, what did he do?" Hermione said choked. "You're all bruised… Is that red marks on your neck? Did he try to strangle you?"
"Sort of." was all Harry could say. He couldn't look either of his friends in the eyes, but he could feel Ron's eyes piercing him. He wondered why his best friend still hadn't said anything, but found the answer when he finally found the courage to look at Ron. The other boy looked as if he was going to be sick; his eyes were fixed on Harry and his hands covering his mouth.
"Fucking shit in Hell, Harry!" He finally hissed, lowering his hands. "Don't you dare go near him! Ever again!"
"Ron…" Harry started, but Hermione cut him off, ignoring Ron's swearing. "I agree with Ron. Harry, you're grounded."
"What?" Harry was choked. "You can't ground me!"
"You're getting yourself beaten up, mate!" Ron pointed out.
"Well, it's not like I enjoy this." Harry felt like adding, but they were interrupted as Gryffindor students of all ages came bursting through the open portrait hole returning from Christmas vacation. None of them seamed to notice that they had interrupted an argument, but continued towards their dormitories. Harry sighed and made to leave the staircase as the seven year boys pushed past them. But he didn't get far before he was caught by Dean and Seamus, who dragged him back into the sixth year dormitory and Dean closed the door courteously behind Hermione.
Seamus looked closely at Harry before bursting out in giggles. "Mary mother of God. Dean wrote me, but I had to see this to believe it. This is just too precious."
"Stop smiling. It's not funny." Harry hissed angrily.
"Oh, but it really is." Dean said smirking.
"Look, Harry. If you don't think that it's funny, why don't you just stop it?" Seamus said frowning. "I mean, you can't even smile about it."
"I could smile," Harry retorted. "I could smile for a hundred years if I wanted to."
"But you don't want to," Hermione pointed out.
Just then Neville entered. "Ginny said that you and Malfoy just made out in the hallway!" He said out of breath. "And Collin wants a picture."
It was all Harry could do not to scream. "That's it! I don't wanna keep playing! I want out!" And he ran out of the dormitory, grabbing his invisibility cloak on the way. In the door he ran into Ginny. "
Harry? Harry! Harry, wait!" She watched him run down the stairs. "Where was he going?" she asked watching their faces.
"Probably down to see Malfoy." Dean sniggered.
Seamus nudged his friend in the side. "No. We got carried away and Harry got pissed off."
"Well that was stupid. Tonks just responded. She sent the potion description along with the antidote description. And she also writes that she asked Professor Snape to make it for us, so we don't mess it up."
"She told Professor Snape about Harry and Malfoy?" Hermione whined helplessly. Ginny nodded. Seamus looked shocked, Ron and Dean looked confused.
"Malfoy will kill Harry for sure." Seamus whispered slowly. "No doubt he'll blame Harry if Snape sticks his long, greasy nose in this."
"Well, you're their entrusted, right? They'll confide in you, right?" Hermione said looking at Seamus.
The blond shrugged. "S'pose. But Harry didn't exactly act like one who felt like sharing."
"We'll have to keep them apart," Dean said. "I mean, if they're together, they'll just hurt each other. Or… you know – sleep together."
"That would be awful for them. When the effect of the potion is lifted." Ginny noted. "We'll have to keep them away from each other until tomorrow afternoon. That's how long the antidote takes to finish."
"How can we keep them apart, when we don't know where they are?" Ron asked.
"I know where they are." Hermione said, and Ron recognised the piece of parchment in her hand as the Marauder's Map.
…"How the Hell did you get into my dormitory?" Malfoy shouted. Harry hissed. "Shut it Malfoy!"
"You don't get to give me orders, Potter!" Malfoy shot back. Harry shrugged and smiled at how distracted Malfoy must have been to leave an opening for a perfect comeback line. "You had no problem taking orders this afternoon."
The shocked expression on Malfoy's face changed to anger. "Don't you dare…" But Harry didn't let him finish. "Oh, don't get all exited, Malfoy. I'm not here to see you; I'm just here because Hermione can't find me here."
"Having a lovers quarrel, are you?" Malfoy spat. Harry frowned "I don't exactly have time to have lovers' quarrels with anybody but you, Malfoy." He spat back.
"You're not really all that good looking, Potter. I would never have bothered with you had you been a girl." Malfoy said, taking a step back to look at the other boy's features.
"But now that I'm a boy you can't keep your hands of me." Harry said taunting.
"This love potion of yours is really remarkable. It doesn't make me love you the slightest. There's just a whole lot of hate." Malfoy's lips were only an inch away from Harry's as he whispered the last few words. Then they moved closer and when they were barely touching Harry's, he whispered: "And that never-ending lust." Hot breath tickled Harry's face with every word, making him shiver, and the soft touch of Malfoy's lips against his own made his groin react. He thought that he wouldn't last much longer and slowly he prepared the still-sane part of his mind for kissing Malfoy. But it was the blond boy who caved in first this time, claiming Harry's mouth and pressing his body against the other boy's.
Their tongs entwined and battled for the status of superior and Harry let Malfoy have his way for a while, dreading the time when the other boy would come to his senses and start hitting him again. But Malfoy seemed to have forgotten his passion for hitting Harry at that moment and Harry found himself getting lost in the touch and feel of Malfoy's tong and hands.
With every thrust of Malfoy's tongue, Harry felt powerful, pleasure-pains shooting from his groin, through his stomach and into his heart, making him light-headed. Malfoy withdrew, their lips just a breath apart. An aching longing threatened to overwhelm Harry, but then he felt Malfoy's soft lips and teasing tongue trail along his jaw, and up to the sensitive skin just behind his ear.
Just then Malfoy seemed to become aware of the fact that a so-far almost forgotten smell, which had haunted his dreams, seemed to emit from Harry.
"How did you even know how to get in here, Potter?" the blond boy asked, trying hard to make it sound like pleasant conversation.
"Some kid let me in." Harry answered, trying hard to stir clear of the truth.
"Surly not. Not even a first year would be stupid enough to let in a Gryffindor." Harry allowed himself to look into Malfoy's eyes, for what could have been the first time, for all that he knew.
"I was wearing an invisibility cloak." Harry then admitted, stepping back out of Malfoy's reach.
"I knew you had one of those." Malfoy said frowning. "I should have remembered. So you've just crept around this place until you found my dormitory, sneaking where you had no business, did you?"
"No, I didn't. I went strait here." Harry discovered his slip too late.
"You've been here before! In my bed!" Malfoy hissed, almost too shocked and disgusted to put that usual hatred in his voice.
"No." Harry started, but Malfoy cut him of.
"And you never told me!" Malfoy said, sounding more offended than angry.
Harry looked up and found Malfoy looking into his eyes, and at that moment, Harry's feelings changed. He didn't lust for Malfoy, and he didn't hate him at all.
Harry wasn't sure when his brain started telling him to leave, but as he turned away and ran out of Malfoy's dormitory and the Slytherin's common room, he knew that he was in love. In love with Draco Malfoy
N/A: What! No sex?
As if! I'd get chucked off the FF net… besides I just couldn't picture the two of them going that far at this point. They'd puke before getting their clothes off!
Copyright© Eamon Maydon
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.