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Chapter 6: Different Sides
Draco was nervous. He hated to admit it, but there was no other way to explain the jumpy feeling in his stomach that came every time he was going to meet Potter.
Potter.
The very thought of him made Draco's pale face go warm. Draco didn't know why he was becoming so dependent on the other boy. But he was. He even dreamed about him. It was sickening and Draco knew it was behavior unbecoming of a Malfoy, but he couldn't help it. He was walking quickly to the Prefect's bathroom to meet Potter for the second time in two days. Draco had been looking forward to it all day and had found it extremely difficult to pay attention in his lessons while the prospect of Potter had been hovering in his mind. He had sent an owl to Potter this morning with the password to the Prefect's bathroom, and he hoped they would not have anymore interruptions. It was getting quite old and Draco wanted nothing more that to be satisfied by Potter.
When he finally reached the Prefect's bathroom, Draco gave the password, and then proceeded to charm the place. He put a Sleeping Charm on the mermaid on the wall and a Solidifying Charm on the walls, making sure that no ghosts could interrupt them. After he was satisfied with his work, Draco started the taps and undressed. He climbed into the warm water and began to wait.
He had come early to prepare the place so Draco wasn't expecting Potter for a few minutes. Potter had better show up today and no more talking. There was no time for such needless chatter and Draco didn't feel the need to pretend as if this…thing that he and Potter had…was anything more than something sexual. It was only fueled by desire and nothing more. Draco assumed that such a thing was uncomfortable for the poor, noble Gryffindor. A Slytherin could see the benefit in it for him…but Gryffindors…well there was certainly nothing brave or noble about what they were doing.
Draco heard the door of the bathroom creak open. He looked up and saw Potter walk in. He looked flustered. "Arcanio," Potter said softly, pointing his wand at the door.
Draco nodded approvingly. There would be no more interruptions. None. Potter glanced at Draco in the swimming pool-sized tub and blushed. Draco resisted the urge to smirk. Potter was too damned obvious for his own good. He stood there looking stupid for a few moments and then began to take off his clothes.
Draco watched in fascination as Harry discarded his robes and then his shoes. He pulled off his shirt and Draco felt himself unable to look away. Potter was certainly not muscular, but he was not bad to look at. Potter removed his socks and unbuttoned his trousers. Draco felt his face go warm. Now he was the one looking stupid.
Potter looked up at Draco and seemed embarrassed as he pulled down his boxers and threw them aside. Draco felt himself harden as he stared at Potter's naked body. Potter hurried to get into the warm water. He swam over to Draco and they stared at each other for a moment.
Draco saw his own want mirrored in Potter's green eyes. They both leaned in at the same moment and their lips met in a warm kiss. Draco felt Potter's hands in his wet hair and moaned. He kissed Potter's neck and nibbled at the flesh below Potter's ear. Potter sighed.
The sound only fueled Draco's want. He needed Potter. He ran his tongue down Potter's chest and kissed him roughly. This was how trysts were supposed to be: forceful, passionate, and pure raw emotion.
Potter sent his tongue into Draco's mouth and Draco longed to feel that tongue on his arousal. He kissed Potter again and ran a hand over Potter's stomach and down to the other boy's erection. Potter moaned loudly and pressed himself against Draco. Draco licked his nipple and ran a hand through Potter's hair.
Potter grabbed one of Draco's hands and put it between his legs. The message was clear. Draco began massaging Potter's arousal. Potter was breathing so hard that Draco felt the other boy's breath on his body. He moved his hand back and forth vigorously over Potter's erection. Potter groaned as Draco felt something moist on his hand.
Potter kissed Draco with such force that Draco stopped his roaming hands for a moment to concentrate on the feeling the kiss was giving him. He then broke apart from Potter briefly to drain the tub and then start the shower. Both boys stood as the last of the water drained from the tub and was replaced with a steady stream of hot water coming down onto them.
Draco knew what he wanted. He hoped desperately that Potter was willing to give it to him. He shoved Potter down to where his hardened arousal was aching with desire. Potter seemed to get it.
He dropped down to his knees and took Draco's erection into his mouth. Draco bit his lip to keep from groaning too loudly, but he could not stop himself from moaning a bit. Potter's mouth had enveloped his arousal and Draco could barely take the heat and the way Potter's tongue was tracing the outline of his cock.
Suddenly, there was a loud pounding on the door. "Who's in here?" It sounded like Weasley. Potter hesitated.
"Don't stop," Draco whispered with some urgency. Potter complied and immediately got back to work on Draco's erection. Draco clenched his hands into fists and his fingernails dug into his palms painfully as Harry continued to pleasure him.
The pounding on the door continued. "Whoever's in there…it's an emergency! Now answer me before I go and get a teacher!"
Draco tried to catch his breath as Potter spit out a mouthful of white liquid. "It's me, Weasley," he yelled, trying to maintain the usual venom in his voice. "What do you want?"
"Dumbledore wants everyone in the Great Hall now, Malfoy! Hurry up and get out of there! The Prefects are supposed to be rounding up any stragglers."
Draco and Harry got out of the tub and began dressing as they heard Ron walk away. They said nothing as Harry opened the door to the bathroom, looked down the hallway, and finally left when it seemed the coast was clear.
Draco waited a few minutes, took the charm off of the mermaid, and finally left the bathroom. He couldn't help grinning as he walked down the hall. Potter had been wonderful.
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Harry made his way to the library, feeling slightly alarmed. He had been feeling pretty damn good until Ron had said something about an emergency and going to the Great Hall. He knew Ron and Hermione must have been wondering where he was. He walked into the library and sat down at a table. There were a few other people in there. It seemed that no Prefects had come here yet to clear out the area.
No sooner had the though came into Harry's mind, then Ernie Macmillan came walking into the room. "Everyone needs to go to the Great Hall, now! Dumbledore wants to make an announcement!"
Everyone in the library got up from their seats and followed Ernie to the Great Hall. Harry sat down at the Gryffindor table next to Ron and Hermione when he got there.
"Where have you been?" Hermione asked. "Dumbledore has something to say. He sent all the Prefects to get everyone…something's wrong."
"I was in the library," Harry muttered. Hermione didn't look like she believed him, but she said nothing as Dumbledore began speaking.
"Students, I have called you here to give you a grave announcement. Of course, you are all aware that Voldemort has returned." There was a collective shiver in the Great Hall at the mention of Voldemort's name. "Unfortunately, there has been an attack. The Death Eaters have completely demolished a Muggle village near Bristol. No one in this school was directly affected, but I must ask you all to please pray for the fallen. Since Voldemort's attacks have become more frequent, the school does not wish to send students home for the winter holiday, in fear of an attack. Your parents may come get you if they wish, but we will not be sending anyone home on the train this holiday season. I hope you all understand that this measure is in place for your safety. Thank you for your attention. You may return to your daily activities."
Harry, Ron, and Hermione exchanged a look as a stunned silence rang through the hall. Soon chatter began again, but it was of a much darker tone.
"This is bad," Ron said. "If You-Know-Who is attacking whole villages, he must be pretty powerful…"
Hermione's eyes were filled with tears. "Why Muggles? Why anybody? Oh…I hope nothing ever happens to my Mum and Dad. I don't-" Her words were cut off as the tears spilled over onto her cheeks and she buried her face in Ron's chest.
"It's okay," he whispered. "Your parents are safe." Harry looked away. He was sure that private moment was not meant to be watched by him. His eyes traveled over the hall and they landed on a pair of gray ones that were staring back at him. Malfoy.
It suddenly became all too clear to Harry that he and Malfoy were on different sides of a war.
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