disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and co. They belong to J.K. Rowling. I'm just playing with my dirty mind and her very loveable characters. But, I created David, so he's mine. Meaning: Keep your hands off of him!
warnings: little bit of cursing. And you should already know that this is slash.
A/N: Yay, I'm back. Just read the damn thing.
"So, you're a Parselmouth, too?"
David swallowed. "I guess there's no point denying it anymore."
"Well, knowing your family history that wasn't really a surprise." Draco smirked.
"Is there anything you don't know about me?"
"Yeah, lots."
"Like what?" The raven haired boy asked even though he really didn't want an answer.
"Like what the hell are you doing in Gryffindor?"
He laughed. "Why is it so terrible that I'm in Gryffindor?"
"Hmm, I dunno, maybe because Slytherin is in your blood?" Draco wondered as they left the closing library.
"Yes, but maybe it's not in my heart."
The blonde just raised an eyebrow and rolled his eyes. "Yeah, sure, whatever. But think all of the good things that could actually be true if you were in Slytherin."
"And those would be?"
"Firstly, you wouldn't have to try to stand the Golden Trio-"
"I like the Golden Trio!"
"If you liked them, you wouldn't need a break from them."
David rolled his eyes. "Fine. And secondly?" Again he really didn't want an answer, but asked anyway. I really need to kick the habit.
"Secondly, you'd be sharing a dorm with me." Draco smirked.
"And why exactly is that a good thing?" David asked as they reached the Entrance Hall. It was deserted because curfew would be on in fifteen minutes.
"Well," A seductive smile spread on the blonde's face as he stepped closer to David. "That would make many things a lot easier."
"For you maybe. I personally quite like the current arrangement." David stepped back just to realize he was standing against a wall.
"Well, I don't." Draco stated like that was the thing that mattered.
"You're so obvious, Draco, you know that? How do you even know I like boys?"
For David's great surprise, Draco burst out laughing and jumped a few meters away from him. "You kissed me."
"No, you kissed me." David stepped away from the wall he was leaning and started to circle with the blonde like lions waiting for the right time to attack.
"But you kissed me back. If you didn't like boys, you wouldn't have done that. You would've beaten the shit out of me." How do you argue with that? "And besides, you're t-shirt the first day? It was so gay." The blonde told, sounding like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
David rolled his eyes, which clearly was very common among the two boys. "Whatever. I don't have time for this." He turned around to leave and headed towards the stairs.
"Good night, dollface." Draco cooed, sounding rather innocent. Maybe a little too innocent. David chose to ignore this comment and leave without saying a word.
"What an impolite little boy." Draco muttered to himself and ran up the stairs where David had disappeared. He caught him quickly and pinned him against the wall.
"What the fuck-" David yelped and took a few deep breaths as Draco had knocked him against the wall pretty hard. "What the hell is wrong with you, Malfoy?"
"You didn't say good night back." Draco whispered, his face only an inch apart from David's.
"You called me dollface. I don't have to say good night back if you call me dollface."
"Yes, you do."
"No, I don't."
"Yes, you do. It's part of good manners to say good night back."
"I've never been that good with manners. Will you let me go now?"
Instead of letting go, Draco pushed his hips against David's and as he was stuck between Draco and a solid wall, there was no place to run. The blonde turned his head a bit so that his hot breath tickled the green eyed boy's ear (which was blushing furiously). "I'd rather not."
David closed his eyes. "Please." He asked with the weakest voice Draco had ever heard. He stepped back, leaving only his hands on David's wrists to hold him still.
"Say good night back."
"Good night back."
So the blonde let go, nodded shortly and left.
-
"Rise and shine, Davey-boy!" The boy in question, more commonly known as David, groaned and mumbled something sounding a lot like "Mughamp". Whatever that meant.
"C'mon, it's Hogsmeade!" Ron's overly excited voice exclaimed. Yes, it indeed was a Hogsmeade weekend and Ron had already been up an hour, which definitely wasn't like him at all. David heard Harry's voice muttering something like "Ron, shut the hell up".
"Immotlowttogo." David first mumbled against his pillow, but then decided no one could either hear or understand him like that so he sat up and faced the already dressed Ron and the almost dressed Harry. "I'm not allowed to go."
"What?" Ron's face expressed pure shock. "Why not?"
"Dumbledore said I'm not allowed to leave school grounds. Safety reasons." David explained.
"Oh please, what could possibly happen in Hogsmeade?" Ron asked, clearly not convinced that David's life could be threatened if he left the safety of the Hogwarts' walls.
"Anything." Harry whispered. Ron raised his eyebrows. "Anything could happen. If Dumbledore said that it's best for him to stay here, then he shouldn't leave."
David nodded and yawned. "Exactly. And besides, I've got tons of homework to keep me occupied for the day."
Ron let out a very overdramatic sigh. "It's your lost. C'mon Harry, Hermione's waiting." And so he dragged his friend out of the dorm, leaving David all by himself. There was no way he would get sleep after that brutal awakening so he might as well get up and head to the shower.
-
After a refreshing shower, some carefully picked clothes and black eye-liner David was ready to face the world. And go get breakfast. When he entered the Great Hall there was practically no one there. Just a few first year Ravenclaws and two second year Hufflepuffs and… A sixth year Slytherin. Who looked absolutely stunning as always. Five minutes after David had sat down the Slytherin was joined by another sixth year. A blonde one this time. He watched him sit down, take some food on his plate and tell a joke to his friend.
"Blaise Zabini."
"Huh?" David looked up and saw Ginny Weasley and Luna Lovegood standing in front of him.
"That guy sitting with Malfoy. Blaise Zabini. You were looking at him like you wanted to know who he is." Ginny explained with a small smile and a hint of blush on her cheeks.
"Oh." David blushed.
"Anyway, Luna and I are going to Hogsmeade and we wondered if you'd like to join us?"
"Um, thanks I'd love to, but I've got tons of homework."
Ginny's expression fell. "Oh. Well, maybe some other time then?"
David shivered as he realized how hopeful the girl looked. "Eh… Yeah, definitely." Why did I say that!
A wide smile spread on her face. "Great. I guess I'll see you at dinner then."
"Yeah." The girls turned to leave. "Wait, Ginny, come back!" His voice echoed in the almost empty hall and everyone there turned to look at him. What he didn't see was Draco's rather grim expression and Luna's attempt to suppress a giggle. Ginny walked back and sat down in front of him.
"Yes?"
"Um, I… I'm really not allowed to leave school grounds so that's why I can't come now. Or ever. But if I could I definitely would love to come. With you." His face color was somewhat like a tomato now.
Ginny gave a shy smile. "If you want, I can stay to keep you company."
"No, you go with Luna, I'll be fine. I'll just go bury myself in the library."
"Okay. I'll see you at dinner."
"Yeah."
And so she finally left. David let out the breath he didn't know he was holding. He finished his breakfast and decided to really go and bury himself in the library. But he never made it. In the stairs he ran into whom else but Draco Malfoy.
"Hello dollface." He smirked, leaning against the wall. Very Malfoy-like.
"Draco."
The boy ignored the cool welcoming. He stepped closer and took David's arm. "Walk with me." And without waiting for an answer he dragged the boy out of the castle and to the lake. They wandered around it for a while, mainly joking and occasionally trying to push the other one into the lake. As a result of one of those fights Draco ended up sitting on David's stomach.
"Get off me."
"I don't think so. We need to have a serious conversation and I think this is just the right position for it."
"You want to have a serious conversation while sitting on me?"
"Well, it seems like this is the only way to get you listen so shut up, dollface." Draco commanded. "Now, do you know what you did this morning at breakfast?"
"Umm…"
"Well, let me enlighten you. You flirted. With a girl. With a Weasley." Draco sounded like he was talking to a three-year-old.
"Your point being?"
"I didn't like that."
"Did it ever cross your mind that I might not care what you like and don't like?" Draco looked like he genuinely hadn't thought of that option, making David groan. Then his face softened. "Why didn't you like it?"
"Because I want that dirty little Weasel to keep her hands away from you." The blonde announced, making the boy under him blush furiously.
"Don't call her that."
"Why not?"
"I don't appreciate it."
Draco tilted his head as he pondered his options. Give in little things and fight for the things that matter, had his father always told him. "Fine, I won't call her that anymore. Happy?"
"Very. So is our serious conversation over now?"
Wriggling his hips, the blonde shook his head. And also made David feel rather… uncomfortable. He swallowed. "So what else is on your mind?"
The smile that spread on Draco's face was surprisingly soft. "Why are you fighting it?"
"I'm not fighting anything. There's nothing to fight."
"Liar."
Suddenly, David bucked his hips making Draco fell off of him and on the ground next to him. "Let's just be friends, Draco. It's a lot simpler that way." He whispered, not looking at the blonde.
"What makes you think the Golden Trio is going to let us be friends?"
"They're not asked. Okay, you are an arrogant git who thinks way too highly of himself, but if I want to be friends with an arrogant git then it's none of their business. And besides, they already know we're not the worst enemies. They've seen us."
Draco cocked an eyebrow. "Doing what?"
David rolled his eyes and punching the other boy on the shoulder. "Talking, you idiot."
A/N: Now, when you've read it, would you kindly review? I would appreciate it very much. Big thanks to potterluvva, Desire the Occupation, iluvdanrad and Gilded-Cxnt for reviewing previous chapters. All the love from "I love reviews"