Ch.3
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Title: Tribulation
Author: yourxsweetx6x6x6
Category: Harry Potter
Summary: HPDM it's after the war, Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy are forced to stay in the same house, there was sure to be trouble...
Disclaimer: none of the characters mentioned are mine, they belong to J.K RowlingChapter: 3
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After the incident at the river, Harry avoided Draco like the plague, and Draco found himself thinking about him when he wasn't there and staring at him when he was.
Draco knew he was interested in him, or at least he wanted him on top of him again…or…he was interested in getting him on top of him again...
Malfoys often had trouble knowing the difference.
All he did know was that he was going to get Harry, one way or another. And then who knows, he didn't have to keep him necessarily. These thoughts did not make Draco feel guilty in the slightest; he was, after all, a Malfoy. And his mind was made up.
His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of voices coming towards where he was sitting, which happened to be in the kitchen in a hard wooden chair with his heavy black boots resting on the table. He had a book in his hand but he was staring out the window, happy to be alone with his thoughts.
Harry, Ron and the twins trooped into the room with their brooms under their arms and their hair messed up by the wind.
They paused briefly when they saw him staring at them, then continued with their conversation about Quiddich, the twins and Ron flopping into chairs of their own and swigging pumpkin juice. Harry hesitated for a moment then sat next to Ron. The four of them were sitting on one side of the table with Draco facing them on the other side.
Draco sighed and returned to his book, out of the corner of his eye he saw Harry watching him. Glad at this unexpected opportunity, Draco pushed his hair back from his face, letting his fingers curl luxuriously into individual strands and then letting it all fall back. He noticed Harry shift uncomfortably in his chair and pretend to be interested in the Weasleys conversation, while still watching him out of the corner of his eye.
Draco slowly ran his tounge over his top lip, as though deep in thought. Harry looked nervous. Draco smirked, and deciding that he would leave it there for now, stood and left the room, glancing over his shoulder as he reached the door to see Harry staring after him.
Harry didn't remember when he started noticing Draco, and he didn't know why. All he knew that it was little things that made him think of the Slytherin, like the way his skin looked so white against the black clothes he always wore. Or the way his smile light up his face and made girls walk into walls trying to get a better look.
Or maybe it was the way he was always surrounded by an entourage of adoring girls and protected by Crabbe and Goyle, like some kind of perfect untouchable celebrity. The problem was, that this celebrity hated his guts and was promised to the dark arts, Harry didn't know whether it was that fact that repelled him, or whether that only made him want Draco more.
Draco had only been at the Burrow for a week and already everyone had gotten over his presence, incoorporating him into life at the burrow mainly by including him on the housework roster.
Sometimes he caught glimpses of Draco's cold composure slipping. Sometimes when Draco didn't think anyone was watching, he did things that nobody expected, like occasionally when he saw Joyce sitting alone he sat with her, sometimes talking, sometimes they both just sat in silence. He also seemed to have a great affection for Crookshanks; smuggling him bits of food and letting him sleep on his pillow, something no one else in the house could stand due to the cats excessive moulting.
Harry knew he would be foolish to think that this was enough grounds to say that Malfoy wasn't still a selfish prat, and he knew that as soon as he was around people he would be back to being a selfish prat. But he also knew that was exactly how he liked him.
Meanwhile Draco kept up the attack, drawing Harry's attention to him at every chance he got. But things were moving way too slow for him, so he decided to speed them up a bit. All he needed to do was take a trip to the twin's bedroom and his evil plan would be in action.
Harry, Draco, Ginny, Hermione and the twins were taking a break from working in the Weasleys garden the next evening. The twins were blasting empty pots with their wands.
Harry, Ron and Hermione were watching and talking lazily and Ginny was bossing Draco around, trying to teach him how to properly approach the fantastic creatures found in the Burrow.
Suddenly Ron dropped the sandwich he'd been eating and threw up about 10 centimetres away from Harry's foot. Harry leapt ut of the way as Ron lurched over again.
Two hours later and Ron was still in pretty bad shape, throwing up every bit of food given to him.
The cause of his illness was determined to be due to one of the twin's experimental gimmicks.
They assured Mrs Weasley that it would wear off gradually and they had no idea how it got in Ron's food, the fact that they had been fighting with their younger brother all morning did nothing to convince their mother of their innocence.
In the meantime Harry had nowhere to sleep, Mrs. Weasley insisted that Harry would be kept awake if he stayed near Ron because she would be staying up to be near him until he was in better shape. It was quickly decided that there was plenty of room in Draco's room for a mattress and so Harry's fate was sealed.
After using every delaying technique from Wizarding Chess to Monopoly (a game which never ceased to amuse witches and wizards worldwide) Mrs Weasley finally told them to go to bed. Draco, who had been watching them play Monopoly with mild fascination, complied apathetically. Harry however, grumbled and dragged his feet.
After showering and dressing in long charcoal grey pants that pooled around his ankles and a fairly tight white shirt, Harry finally made it to Draco's room. He knocked twice loudly and deliberately and Draco finally opened the door. Harry took in his appearance; he was dressed in long black pants and a long-sleaved black shirt that showed off his slim figure. His hair was tied back in a tight ponytail with the front escaping to fall freely over his face.
His room was dimly lit, the light coming from a bedside lamp. Harry reached out to turn on the overhead light; Draco threw his arm across his eyes as though the light was burning them and flicked the light off.
"The light stays off"
Harry sighed exaggeratedly and sunk awkwardly onto the flat mattress, Draco sat on the far side of his bed and they sat where they were, staring in opposite directions.
"What's with the Buffy calender?" Harry asked, trying not to laugh.
"So I'm not allowed to like a muggle show is that it? I thinkSarah Michelle Gellar's hot…"
"Yeah…which would explain why you have a spike calender"
"All the Sarah Michelle Gellar ones were sold out!"
"You are so gay sometimes Malfoy."
"Yeah see that's the thing with you queers, you want everyone to be like you."
"Whatever you say Malfoy…"
"I am not gay, Potter!"
"Mm hmm…"
"Look, just because you want me, doesn't mean I want you,"
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me Potter."
"I do not 'want you' Malfoy I can't believe you just said that!"
"Are you positive about that?" Draco whispered, leaning closer towards the edge of his bed.
"Ye-"
Harry was cut off as Draco lunged forward and pulled their mouths together in a fiery kiss. He pushed his fingers through Harry's hair and ran his ice-cold hands under Harry's shirt, making him shiver. All of a sudden he pulled away, smirking at the expression on Harry's face.
"Liar."
"What was that for?" Harry asked, finally recovering.
Draco continued to smirk as he replied in a matter-of-fact tone of voice.
"Well if you don't want me, then you have to know what you're missing out on."
"I don't underst-"
Again Harry was cut-off as Malfoy spoke over him.
"Ugh, you talk too much, let me explain."
He leaned over again and forced Harry to lie back with one hand, as he bent his face over his and slowly licked Harry's lips.
Harry took a shuddering breath and forgot every question that was in his head a moment before.
Taking this as encouragement, Draco climbed down and knelt over him continuing to kiss him, soft and teasing. He traced a path down his neck, stopping at his shoulder blade before pulling his shirt off and travelling down his chest to the same smooth stomach he had seen at the river. He was moving tortuously slow, kissing and softly biting making Harry moan softly with every contact of lips to skin. When he finally reached Harry's waistband they were both becoming slightly impatient, Draco not letting it show as he hooked his thumbs in the pants and pulling them down slowly, relishing the feeling of Harry's fingers digging into the skin of his now-bare back, pushing him downwards…
The next morning arrived, unwelcomed by the two teenage boys lying side-by-side on a creaky old mattress limbs draped across limbs, faces together. They were awoken by a soft tapping on the door.
Harry's eyes snapped open, and he hurriedly pushed Draco off him.
Draco looked hurt, but he quickly jumped back onto his own bed just as the door opened.
Draco managed to somehow make it look like he'd sat up quickly. Ginny stood in the doorway, looking puzzled at Harry's highly ruffled appearance, and completely destroyed bed sheets.
Noticing her confusion Harry was quick to explain.
"I had a um bad sleep…"
Realising that she was staring and noticing Draco looking at her expectantly she blushed and left.
"That reminds me, weren't you going out with Ginny last time I checked?" Malfoy asked staring thoughtfully at the door.
Ginny?
"Ah...no we broke up a long time ago."
"Good. I'm starving let's go."
Harry looked around the doorframe and turned back to Draco, before slamming him into the wall, pushing his hands under his shirt and his knee between his legs and kissing him with lots of tongue.
After a few minutes they broke apart and went downstairs.
If the Weasley's were surprised at the two of them walking in together, they were completely shocked at their appearance, Draco's shirt buttons were completely mismatched, and his hair was messy (something Malfoy usually couldn't stand.) Harry looked as though he'd just rolled down a hill three times and for some reason put his shirt on backwards.
The only one that didn't notice was Ron
"Hey Mate, those bloody pills have worn off and I'm starving! Try the bacon its brilliant!"
Mrs. Weasley came to the conclusion that they'd been fighting again. And she sighed exasperatedly
"Can't you two lay-off each other for one day?"
Harry and Draco looked absolutely horrified.
"Sorry?" Harry asked weakly.
"You heard me! You two have got to stop fighting, you're 16 years old, so stop acting like 10 year olds."
They looked relieved.
The only ones that were still suspicious were Hermione and Ginny.
Draco didn't feel like laying-off Harry, he also didn't feel like keeping it a secret. Of course he couldn't just announce to the entire household
"Me and Harry had sex last night, it was wicked."
Even if he did, nobody would believe him.
So he took the first opportunity he had, to show them. He met Harry coming down the hallway; he took him by the wrist and dragged him into a dark corner.
Harry almost realised what he was trying to do, he knew they would get caught so he tried to pull away. Draco wouldn't let that stand so he stopped his struggling by leaning his body against him, pushing him into the wall and holding his hands above his head.
"Stop it…" Harry gasped.
Draco silenced him with his mouth.
Soon enough he heard
"What are you guys staring at?" and a strangled choking shout.
Draco quickly stepped back; Harry lost his balance and collapsed at his feet.
Looking up, Harry saw Hermione and Ginny standing wide-eyed a few meters down the hall, with Ron covering his eyes and staggering around as though someone poked him with a burning poker. The twins were leaning against the wall with a camera laughing.
"How much do you reckon we can get for these?" Fred asked Hermione, grinning.
"Women world wide will be beating each other with sticks trying to get 'em!" George replied, laughing.
Ron seemed to recover and reached out a hand, pulling Harry to his feet.
"Mate, you have awful standards! Malfoy? You could do so much better."
Everyone was so shocked by this there was a silence of about 40 seconds.
"What? Let's go, this is weird enough." Ron said, shoving the twins and dragging the dumbstruck girls down the hall.
Harry and Draco were left facing each other.
"Look I'm sor-"
"You talk too much Malfoy" Harry said silencing him with a burning kiss before linking fingers with him and following the others.
End