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Chapter Four"Harry, I told you! It was nothing! He's nobody, okay? He just had a little crush on me, that's all. Don't worry, scarhead, you know he's not as pretty as you." Draco smiled at a pouting Harry before pulling him into a hug.
"Pfft. What a whore. He was totally all over you. But fuck, that was embarrassing. Now you know I like you," said Harry with a reluctant grin.
"Love, I think I figured that out when you were practically on your knees before me, begging," Draco smirked.
"I was not begging! Nor was I on my knees."
"Oh, that must have been a dream, then."
"You're dirty."
"You like it."
"That's true. Ugh. Merlin. Hermione knows about us, you know. Because of that little teensy lapse in judgment I had. It's a good thing Ron isn't very observant…"
Draco rolled his eyes.
"Yeah…Good thing…"
Harry studied Draco's face.
"Don't worry," the brunette started, "I'm going to tell him really soon."
"Are your pants on fire?"
"Yes, but it's not because I'm a liar."
Draco laughed.
"Class is going to start soon; we'd better get out of here," stated Harry, gesturing about the empty classroom. Draco nodded, then went to the door.
"Do I look all right?" he asked.
"Positively inhuman."
"Perfect. Oh, but you buttoned your shirt wrong," Draco added, smirking.
Harry examined his buttons before deciding they were indeed wrong, and started to undo them as he walked over to Draco. He placed a soft, sweet kiss on the blonde's lips before smiling and giving him a little push towards the door.
"Don't forget about Hogsmeade. I'll come get you at 11 o'clock, yeah?"
Draco nodded and gave Harry one last tender look before slipping on his well-practiced mask of indifference and stepping out into the bustling hall.
Harry shook his head and began re-routing his buttons. How Draco could go from one personality to another in one second flat would forever be a mystery to him. In public, Draco was the Malfoy heir, the Slytherin, the arrogant, rich son of a Death Eater with a tongue like a whip, twisting words into insults faster than you could be insulted. But when it was just the two of them, Draco was the sweet, funny, gentle boyfriend; still insulting, but with his grey eyes dancing in amusement.
When they were in public, tossing insults at each other, Harry sometimes found himself wondering if he'd imagined his relationship with Draco, so convincing were his performances.
The boy could hide his feelings so well. Every trace of tenderness and adoration would leave his face, leaving it hardened and stormy. But then Harry would look into those silvery eyes and find what he was looking for. He'd see the twinkle in those eyes and find himself relaxing.
When Harry had straightened himself out and pulled himself out of his musings, he, too, left the room.
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Early Saturday morning, the day when most of the school would be off to Hogsmeade, Harry could be seen roaming the halls of the castle with Seamus. He'd asked the Irish boy to go for a walk with him, and Seamus had eagerly complied, excited to hear what had become of Harry's situation with the 'Slytherin sex god'.
Harry had thanked Seamus for his advice about writing a note to Draco, and told him that it had worked. Seamus grinned and asked Harry to tell the whole story. So he did. Once they had finished all the Serious Conversation, Seamus wanted to know the important things.
"Did you bang him yet?" asked Seamus.
Harry spluttered and blushed. "What? You— You can't ask that!"
"Why not?"
"It's…It's none of your business."
"You haven't, have you?"
Harry shook his head.
Seamus shook his head.
"You really should get on that, Harry. I'd like to know how he is."
Harry looked scandalized.
"You're gross."
He checked his watch and saw that it was nearly 11.
"Er, hey Seamus, I've got to go. Draco and I are going to Hogsmeade."
"Ooh, first date?"
"You could call it that. Hey, don't tell anyone, okay? I'm, uh, I'm doing 'homework'."
Seamus snorted.
"Your secret's safe with me. Have fun!"
Harry smiled gratefully and ran off to the Slytherin dormitories, pulling his invisibility cloak out of his bag and over his head as he went.
Draco emerged from the Slytherin common room and looked around, but then he was grabbed by the arm and pulled into a warm hug. Some fourth years walked by, giving him strange looks. He was hugging thin air; it was understandable. But Draco glared at them and went back to his cozy air.
His air started to laugh.
"You look like a retard, get under here," it said. Suddenly Harry appeared (fancy that!) holding the cloak over his head. Then he threw it over Draco. That was better. Now they could see each other.
Draco put one hand on the back of Harry's head and brought their faces together. He attached his lips firmly to Harry's and felt the Gryffindor wrap his arms around his waist. He gently nibbled Harry's bottom lip and darted his tongue out, and Harry immediately parted his lips. Harry loved the smooth, sultry taste of sophistication. Draco loved the taste of hero.
After a few blissful moments, Draco pulled away.
"Finally," he moaned. "I haven't seen you in ages!"
Harry laughed.
"We saw each other yesterday."
"Shuttey. This cloak is magic..." Draco said, examining it.
"Yeah, it is. It used to be my Dad's," he added.
Draco studied his face for a moment, then said, "Let's go shopping."
And they did. Draco insisted that Harry show him the hidden passageway he'd been using for years, and they emerged in Honeydukes, as per usual. Together they wandered the little village, Draco quite enjoying his first time being invisible. Harry occasionally felt like a babysitter, as his retarded boyfriend kept tripping people and taking bites out of food they were holding, and poking girls' boobs.
"But they're so weird!" he giggled, after being scolded by Harry about the boob-poking. "Just poke one, Harry! They won't know it's you! Watch how they jiggle." And to demonstrate, Draco put out an invisible finger and tapped the breast of a young woman walking past. The woman jumped and looked down at the offending appendage, but seeing nothing unusual, went back to her shopping. The boys, meanwhile, watched, mesmerized, as the thing shook like jello for a second. Draco looked at Harry and grinned. "See? It's even better when you touch it. Go on."
Harry couldn't help it. Draco was very persuasive. He looked around for a good victim.
"Oh, Harry," Draco gasped next to his ear. "Do her, do her! They're huge!" He pointed, and sure enough, two heaving, quivering masses were to be seen beneath the girl's sweater. They maneuvered through the crowd carefully and approached the blonde, giggling girl.
"I think," whispered Harry, "that this is a girl I would have found quite attractive back when I was straight."
Draco shook with silent laughter.
"I thought you were still straight."
"I am."
"Poke the damn boob."
And Harry did. And it was spectacular. And the two of them nearly collapsed with laughter, clutching each other for support. They're such lovely, well-mannered boys.
Draco straightened up from their giggling, and spotted one Ron Weasley walking down the street, hand in hand with a rosy-cheeked Granger. He quickly spun Harry around so his back was to his approaching friends, and slammed their lips together. A surprised squeal issued from Harry, but he was quickly silenced as he melted into the kiss. Draco slipped his tongue into Harry's hot, wet mouth and his brain almost shut down. But then he remembered that he had a job to do. He opened his eyes and kept them trained on Weasley, in his battered jacket and too-short pants. Draco had his hands on Harry's arms, and he slowly steered him backwards towards the red-head. Harry was completely enraptured; he was utterly oblivious to the world.
At last, Draco had brought Harry into a spot directly in front of the weasel's route. Weasley would do all the rest of the work, Draco knew, and he finally caved in to the burning desire for the world that was nothing but Harry, Harry's hands, Harry's mouth, Harry's warm, hard body against his. Draco almost forgot about Weasley until he was jarred back into reality by the boy himself walking straight into them. Step one, check. Weasley and Granger were looking strangely at the solid but empty space in front of them. Recognition donned in both of their eyes, but Draco was spared praying as his beautiful, stupid, wonderful Harry pulled away from him just long enough to mutter 'sorry!'.
"Harry?" Ron raised his hand tentatively and found what he was looking for. He pulled off the invisibility cloak, only to suddenly and violently wish he hadn't. He was staring at a sight he never wanted to see again for the rest of his life. His best friend was lip-locked to his worst enemy. Who happened to be a guy.
Ron swayed a little. Hermione wrapped her arm around his waist and held him steady, biting her lip. This would not be a pretty scene.
A/N: Uh oh, you'd better STAY TUNED! And review, or I'll rape you. (But you'd probably like it.)