Chapter Six:
Harry stood in the middle of the empty field. The sun was setting; the stands were empty. He could still hear the shouting, the cheering, still see Draco trying so hard-
He lowered his head, his hand gripping his broomstick tightly. He was about to leave when a dark figure standing at the top of the stands caught his eye. "Malfoy-" He murmured, recognizing the silhouette. He walked quickly towards the exit, eyes lowered. But he heard the broom fly through the air. He heard the soft landing on the spongy ground. Heard the footsteps...
"Potter. I guess the deal's off. You win." Harry turned and stared at him, eyes hardened.
"You'd better leave me alone now, Malfoy! And Ron and Hermione!" For an instant he almost saw something fade away in Draco's eyes, those cold, gray, eyes.
"Wrong, Potter."
"What? You said it was a deal! You promised! You-" Draco was laughing. How could he do this? How could he lie? How? Harry could feel himself blushing in anger, his fist tightening.
"I said I wouldn't touch you. But-" Draco paused, looking at Harry. "I never said you couldn't touch me."
"You're sick! You're- you're!" Harry was speechless. He turned on his heels, quite ready to leave. He took a step but as he did, he felt Draco's hand wrap around his wrist.
"I think..." He spun Harry to face him. "I think you want it." His eyes glinted in the twilight, the sky darkening with each passing moment as the sun set. Harry shook his head in disbelief.
"No-!"
"You can't lie to me Potter." At this Draco pulled Harry's hand down over his inner thigh. Harry's hand immediately clenched against the touch, his eyes shutting quickly. "You're blushing." Draco's voice was dripping in satisfaction. Harry could almost picture the smug smile wrought across Malfoy's face. Harry opened his eyes. For a split second, his true emotions betrayed him.
Draco leaned to Harry's ear, still pressing Harry's hand against his thigh. "Your eyes tell me something different." He released Harry from his grip, who stumbled backwards, eyes wide.
"You- you leave me alone!" For the second time, Harry turned and ran blindly away from Draco Malfoy, his heart thudding in his chest.
"Where were you, Harry?" Ron and Hermione were both on the couch in front of the fire. Hermione was reading and Ron was dozing, curled up in the corner of the couch, every once in a while murmuring quietly in his sleep. At Hermione's question, Harry blushed. Hermione cocked her head to the side. "It's eight o'clock! Where'd you go...?"
"I was just-" He paused, trying to think of a plausible excuse. "Reliving the moment." Not necessarily a lie... Hermione smiled.
"Oh that's right! Congratulations Harry. That was an amazing catch." She smiled and patted the seat next to her. "C'mon sit! We'll wake Ron up."
"No that's alright. I'm uh- tired actually. I'm going to go to the dorm rooms." Hermione nodded, though her eyes looked slightly worried.
"Alright then. G'night, Harry."
"Night." Harry nodded and left the common room, shutting the door behind him. Hermione sighed and, before turning her attention back to her book, looked down at Ron, the slightest tinge of a blush on her face.
Harry ripped off his shirt, unzipping his pants. His robe lay haphazardly across the floor, shoes discarded. How does he have that kind of control? Why? This can't happen- this can't! He pulled on a nightshirt, scratching his back and flopping down on his bed.
I'm not attracted to anyone else. Well... except Cho. And maybe Ginny...Harry blushed shaking his head. But Draco Malfoy? How could I let him do this to me? How stupid am I? Pathetic...His eyes were drooping, feeling quite heavy from all the excitement of the day. A little too much excitement. His blush deepened as he thought of Draco, leaning into his ear, Harry's hand right on- Harry quickly pushed away the thought. Stupid. Stupid stupid stupid! He turned over, pulling the blankets up over his head. He sighed and clicked off the lights, shutting his eyes. It's not fair. It's just not fair...
"You can't lie to me..."
"Your eyes tell me something different..."
"Wanna play again...?"
Harry sat up quickly. "Shit." Harry threw sheets over his erection, blushing wildly. He looked around the room to see if anyone was up to notice. No one saw. He breathed a sigh of relief before falling back into the covers.
He didn't sleep at all the rest of the night.
"Happy Halloween!" The tables were filled with giant platters, colorfully assorted food arranged on top.
"Pumpkin juice, treacle fudge, pumpkin pasties! It doesn't get better than this!" Ron was grabbing various things, piling them all high on his plate.
"Oh honestly." Hermione rolled her eyes even though she was smiling. She pulled her attention away from the festivities, looking over at Harry. Harry, who was hardly eating anything. "What's the matter, Harry?"
"Hm?" He looked up, surprised, before finally cracking a smile. "Oh I'm fine. Just- sorry, daydreaming I guess." A tinge of rose touched his cheeks before he finally took up a dessert and fully smiled. Hermione scooted closer to him.
"So... everything alright with... well... you know..." Harry's blush deepened.
"Everything's fine, 'Mione! I'm fine. It's just- fine." He shook his head, still smiling nervously. "Honestly. I'm happy, really." She searched his face, frowning.
"Alright then-"
"'Mione try this! It's amazing!" Ron was shoving over some sort of fudge, smiley widely.
Malfoy sat alone in his room. He lay flat on his back on his bed. His stomach felt strangely twisted and he felt sickly. Everyone else is sitting in that grand all stuffing there faces. He grimaced and turned onto his side. Damn Potter. Lately, the green of Slytherin only reminded him of Harry's eyes. The red of Gryffindor was that scar. And the black of night- his hair. He slammed his fist onto the bed angrily. This wasn't supposed to happen! He stood, pacing the room. I can't let this happen. I won't. But everytime- everytime I see him-!
How did this happen?