In the Closet- day 2 (Monday)
Author's note: Sorry it took a while for me to update but it wasn't my fault. My city, St. Louis, had some really bad storms that knocked down a lot of power lines. So 400,000 homes, mine included, were without electricity for about a week. Anywho, I'm back so let's get the story started.
Disclaimer: creator of yaoi: I own Harry, Draco, and the rest.
Draco: -smirk- Yeah, the action figures.
Harry: Apologize Draco, or else…
Draco: Or else what? raises eyebrow
Harry: Or else I'll never whispers in Draco's ear
Draco: Oh… clears throat I'm sorry.
Creator of yaoi: What did he say?
-the boys look at each other, then at creator of yaoi. They walk away-
Creator of yaoi: Come back! Tell me what he said, it involved nudity didn't it! Come baaaaack! I really do only own the action figures!
"Drakie-kins! Wake up! Breakfast has started already!" a 'way too excited' for this time in the morning voice shouted to him from outside of his room. It's Pansy. Draco opened one eye a crack and immediately closed it again. Ugh, it's too bright… "Draco Aurelius Malfoy, are you going to let me in or not!" Pansy demanded. The boy in question could practically see her standing there glaring at the door. After a minute of silence he heard her say the password and his door flung open. Remind me, why did I tell her the password? He pulled the covers over his head and shouted, "Bugger off, it's too damn early!" The dark haired girl huffed and stalked over to his closet muttering, "Lazy no good…lucky to have a friend like me… he would starve other wise and complain all day about someone not waking him up." Draco felt something light land on the covers and poked his head out to see Pansy throwing clothes onto his bed.
The other Slytherin rounded on him and said, "That's what you're wearing, put it on, and go get ready. We are going to breakfast." Draco burrowed back into the covers and frowned. Suddenly he was exposed to the world as the dark green comforter was thrown back. The blonde let out a yelp, ran into the bathroom, and hid behind the shower curtain, "Pansy what are you doing!" The girl gasped then started giggling, "Draco," she pretended to be scandalized, "when did you start sleeping in the nude?" The Slytherin Prince's head popped out from behind the shower curtain to glare at her, "Could you please bring me my clothes," he said coolly. Pansy gathered the clothes and brought them to the boy, "Oh, honestly Draco. It's not like I haven't seen you naked before."
Draco gave her a dodgy look. When has she seen me naked? The last time I remember her seeing me naked is when we were 8 years old and we decided it would be fun to dare each other to run through father's Christmas party naked. The boy looked exasperated, "We were kids way back then, I don't know about you but my body's changed a lot since then." Pansy rolled her eyes and tapped her foot impatiently as her friend changed put on his clothes. "Finally," she said pointedly when he stepped from behind the shower curtain fully clothed. Draco smirked while giving Pansy the finger and proceeded to slick his hair back with gel. The dark haired girl waited for the perfect opportunity to get her friend back, revenge would soon be hers.
The blonde looked at his reflection for a moment before declaring his hair perfect. Pansy saw her opportunity and seized it, like the Slytherin that she is. –Splat! - She smacked him on the back of the head leaving a perfect hand print in his not so perfect hair. "Pansy!" he shouted, "It was perfect and you ruined it!" He looked into his gel jar and whined, "And I don't have even have any more gel so I can fix it." The dark haired girl smiled at the mirror which displayed a sulking Draco. "You know I always get revenge when someone offends me. I usually ruin them socially but you're like a brother so…" she waved a hand towards his hair, "you got off easy."
The blonde grumbled under his breath while turning the water in the sink on and washing all the gel out of his hair. Stupid Pansy. Now I have to go around all day without any gel and I hate how my fringe hangs in my eyes when I don't wear gel. I'm not even sure I'll be able to glare properly with all this hair in my eyes. "Hurry up," his companion said irritably, "we're going to miss breakfast! If you make me miss my opportunity to talk to Parvati, I'll…" Draco quickly cast a drying spell on his hair and brushed his teeth, he did not want to face Pansy's wrath again. The last time he really made her mad she charmed his hair an atrocious shade of, what he referred to as, Weasley red. It had taken him a week to get his hair back to its usual color.
"I'm ready," he shouted when he saw her reaching for her wand. Pansy all but dragged him down to the Great Hall and into their normal spots at the head of Slytherin table. Pansy left to go tell Parvati the latest bit of gossip and Draco immediately scanned the sea of heads for one particular head. Ah ha! There he is… apparently Harry's not much of a morning person either. The Gryffindor in question was nodding off and thanks to Hermione, who would pull him upright occasionally, avoiding falling face first into his porridge. Damn fringe! Draco swiped his hair out of his eyes angrily.
"Blimey!" a startled shout rang across the hall, attracting everyone's attention. When they saw what the commotion was about quite a few of them started laughing. Pansy, who was sitting with Parvati, met Draco's eyes and motioned for him to look towards the other end of table. Ron Weasley was furiously wiping porridge off of his face and blushing, Draco chortled. Serves you right, Weasel. Apparently Hermione had been so busy trying to eat her breakfast and keep Harry from falling into his that she didn't notice Ron had succumbed to sleep. Then while Hermione had been rescuing Harry, Ron's face landed in his porridge. Harry had woken up and was talking to Ron, no doubt console his best friend.
Draco was so busy watching his boyfriend that he didn't hear Blaise drop down on the bench beside him. "Stop gazing at Potter," the boy teased. He turned to face the caramel skinned boy who was straddling the bench and grinning. "I was not gazing at him!" Draco argued, "I was watching Weasley make an ass out of himself." Blaise looked skeptical so Draco continued, "I'm serious, I might be… you know…" Dating him he mentally filled in "but that doesn't mean I gaze at him. That's something couples who visit Madam Puddifoot's do and besides Malfoy's do not gaze. We glare, we stare, we even observe but we do not gaze."
Blaise nodded and said in a baby voice, "Of course you weren't." The blonde's brow furrowed and he scowled, "I wasn't. Look I'll even prove it to you," he turned to straddle the bench, mirroring his mate, "now I can't even look over there without you noticing let alone gaze." Blaise quirked an eyebrow and grinned, "Let's make this interesting. I bet you ten galleons that you look over there before breakfast is over." Draco, who never backed down from a challenge, said, "Deal, you're on." The boys sat there staring at each other for a few minutes before Blaise broke the silence. "So, what's your schedule like," he asked while pulling out his own. The blonde pulled his schedule out of his robes and read it to the other boy, "I have Potions then Defense against the Dark arts and after lunch I have a double free period."
"Looks like you'll be stuck with me all day," Blaise said. Draco held out his hand and demanded to see the curly haired boys schedule. Blaise handed it to him and he scanned it. Let's see, we have the same schedule for today but the only other class we have together is charms on Tuesday and Thursday. Blaise looked confused and cleared his throat to speak, "Um, Draco. Why is your boyfriend sitting on Weasley's lap?" Draco whipped his head around towards Gryffindor table to see Harry and Ron sitting on opposite sides of Hermione, both eating their breakfast. Now why would he say Harry was sitting on Weasley's lap if he wasn't? He turned to see the other boy holding out his hand and grinning, "Pay up," the caramel skinned boy demanded. Dammit!
Where is he? Merlin, I hope no one notices me back here. Draco peeked out from his hiding place to see if he could spot Harry amongst the swarm of students leaving the Great Hall. He spotted the target and darted back behind the door. About five more seconds and he should be close enough. 5...4...3...2...1... Now! The blonde reached around the door, grabbed the first set of robes he could get his hands on, and tugged the person behind the door with him. "Hey! What are you doing?" a definitely 'not Harry's' voice said surprised.
Draco quickly identified the person by their Irish accent, it was none other than Seamus Finnigan. Bollocks! I grabbed the wrong Gryffindork. Quick, think of something fast! "Well," the gray eyed boy ran his hand through his hair, "Blaise wants to meet you outside of the Defense against the Dark arts room before lunch." Seamus looked surprised, "Oh, thanks for telling me." He grinned, "You know you're not so bad, we might get along after all." Draco felt a little bad for lying to the sandy haired boy but he couldn't tell him the real reason he pulled him behind the door. "Yes, well…" he sniffed, "go molest Blaise or something, just go away."
Seamus gave him a weird look and walked away. Where is he? Draco casually stepped out of his hiding spot and looked around. He spotted Harry a few feet away kneeling down to tie his shoe, with Granger and Weasley looming over him arguing about something. He put his mask of haughtiness and sauntered over to the trio. When they saw him approaching the redhead boy and the bushy haired girl stopped arguing and watched him like hawks, the Slytherin stopped in front of the stooped figure. Harry found himself looking at someone else's expensive looking shoes, he had a feeling he knew who it was. He slowly rose and found himself face to face with a smirking boy. "Well, well, well, if it isn't the Dream team."
"Well, well, well," Ron said patronizingly, "if it isn't the amazing bouncing ferret." Malfoy glared at him through a curtain of hair and said with contempt, "Hello Weasley," he looked the redhead up and down, "still shopping at second hand shops I see." If looks could kill Malfoy would have been reduced to a pile of ashes at the look that Ron gave him. "We all can't run to daddy and get anything we want," Hermione said while looking pointedly at the blonde. "That must be true since apparently some of us can't afford a simple hair taming potion," Malfoy shot back, referring to the girls bushy hair.
"What do you want Malfoy?" Harry intervened before either Ron or Hermione killed the blonde. "I've been sent to collect you. Professor Snape wants to talk to you," he answered, his tone clearly saying that he thought such a task was beneath him. Hermione and Ron gave each other a look behind Harry's back. Ron pulled the raven haired teen over to them and they formed a huddle. "Harry," Hermione began, "how can we be sure Malfoy isn't lying. It could be a trap, I wouldn't put it past him." She eyed the Slytherin wearily. Harry smiled at his friends, he wished he could tell them the truth about Draco and his relationship but he knew it wasn't possible yet, "Don't worry, I'll be fine. If Voldemort couldn't take me down I doubt he," he pointed a thumb at Malfoy, "can."
"Right, mate," Ron said. "But if you don't show up to Defense Against the Dark Arts we'll go straight to Dumbledore." The trio broke apart and Harry left with Malfoy. Malfoy silently lead him down to the dungeons but instead of turning into the corridor that led to Snape's room he turned down a different corridor. When they finally stopped passing other students, the blonde turned around and gave Harry a quick kiss. "Am I doing a good job at acting normal?" Harry, who was a little dazed by the sudden change in character, replied, "You're doing good. How do you manage to switch between Draco and Malfoy so easily?"
Draco raised an eyebrow, "Draco and Malfoy?" Harry blushed, "Malfoy is the obnoxious, stuck up, bastard that you used to be." Hey! I wasn't that bad was I? "Draco is my cocky, sweet, adorable boyfriend. In my head I switch between the two names depending on how you're acting. I always call you Malfoy though because I'm not used to calling you Draco out loud." The Slytherin looked around to check for other people then wrapped the other boy in his arms, "I know what you mean, I usually don't call you Harry either. Back to your question, I'm used to switching personas quickly. I've been pretending to be loyal to Voldemort so long that the some of the 'Malfoy' side of me has become part of me and not just an act."
"Hey, you two!" someone hissed causing the boys to leap away from each other. The looked around to identify the source of the voice and Draco immediately spotted him. "What Blaise?" the blonde said irritably. "You're going to be late to the first class of the year if you don't leave right now," Blaise informed them before turning around and heading back down the corridor. "Well, I guess we better go," Harry said before giving Draco a peck on the cheek. "Yeah, I guess…" the grey eyed boy said disappointedly. The boys walked back to the main corridor and to his surprise Harry kept walking behind him. Why is he following me? Draco looked at the emerald eyed boy and raised an eyebrow. Harry's brow furrowed and he looked at the other students in the hall, who were arriving at their various classes.
"Why are you following me Malfoy?" Harry asked in a harsh whisper. Is he really mad or is this an act? Malfoy searched Harry's eyes and since they didn't have the usual fire behind them that they got when he was mad he assumed it was an act. He sneered, "As if I would ever follow you, Potter. My Potions class is down this corridor, so you are following me." The blonde saw Harry smile before he went back to being 'angry'. "I have Potions too so I'm not following you." The boys tried to enter the Potions class room at the same time and bumped into each other.
They started arguing over who would be first to enter the classroom and were immediately descended upon by Snape. "Mr. Potter, I assumed that as a seventh year you would be more mature but I suppose I was wrong. And you, Mr. Malfoy, I expect you to uphold your family name and act civilized." The bell rang and Snape continued, "You are now officially late, Mr. Potter. Five points from Gryffindor." Harry gaped, "What about Malfoy, he's late too." The dark haired man smirked, "He's in the class room and you are not." Both boys looked down and sure enough Draco was standing over the threshold of the classroom and Harry was just outside of the room.
Harry knew the man was just trying to get a rise out of him and glowered. The Potions master escorted the boys into the classroom and went to start his lecture at the front of the class. Draco spotted an empty seat next to Blaise and sat down, while Harry scanned the room for an empty seat. The blonde silently rejoiced but tried to look annoyed as the-boy-who-lived went to sit in the only empty seat, next to Draco. He seems kind of upset… Not that I blame him, Uncle Sev is so hard on him. I'll have to talk to him and make him be nicer to Harry. He quickly scribbled out a note then dropped it on the floor and brushed his hand against the Gryffindors to get his attention.
Once he caught his attention he motioned for the emerald eyed boy to look at the floor. Harry discreetly bent down to get the note which said, 'Dearest Harry, are you mad at me about the hallway incident?' The boy sighed after reading it and wrote a reply on the same note. He slid it over to the blonde and watched him out of the corner of his eye. Draco opened the note and read, 'Dearest Draco, I'm not mad at you, I'm mad at Snape. I know you must be close to him but sometimes I can't stand how unfair he is.' The blonde folded up the note and stuck it inside his robes. He made sure no one was looking before he slid his hand into Harry's upturned hand and gave it a squeeze.
There's a lot of potential for misunderstanding, feelings can be easily accidentally hurt. Being in the closet may not be as easy as I thought it would be.