Greener With The Scenery
Chapter Three
Terribly Inappropriate
I looked around the room, trying to find something that will trigger some abstract idea of how I go about getting Harry back. I already know the obvious ways. But I need something he won't expect. I've tried apologizing to him in private, but he knows I can admit in private. I need something grand, something public… But I don't want to at the same time.
Blaise was fine with the fact that I was or had been dating Harry. He actually congratulated me on getting to a guy that seemed unreachable by most people's standards. I'll admit it, I must be the luckiest and most unfortunate guy in the world. Managing to get Harry Potter, then losing him over something preventable.
Someone pounded on the door, snapping me back to reality. I called out that it was open. Granger stepped through the door. I quickly stood up and rushed out into the hallway with her, not wanting her to see any photos of Harry and I hanging in my room. She looked at me suspiciously, but shook it off.
"What do you need, Granger?" I spat, trying to look as dignified as one can be when wearing Christmas themed boxers in September.
"We have our first official Head's meeting in a half hour in Dumbledore's office. After which will be followed by an introduction with the prefects. Professor Sprout came not five minutes ago to tell me." I nodded .
"Well, I appreciate your informing me, and I would be very pleased if you would keep my current attire to yourself." With that said, I turned on my heel and went back into my room, slamming the door shut behind me. I undressed and made my way to the shower. I turned on the water, so it would warm up before I stepped in. The hot water felt amazing.
Why wouldn't a simple damn kiss work? It would be so easy to just kiss it away. Why the hell does he have to know me so well?
"A thousand other boys could never reach you. How could I have been the one…" I sang lightly. The song just fit.
"I saw the world spin beneath you…" That was definitely not me…
Arms wrapped around my waist from behind. My breath hitched.
"Harry?" I said, shakily. I heard a moan and then hot lips on my neck that made my knees give out slightly. I turned and looked at him. Beautiful. I lunged for his lips, but he turned. I looked at him confused. He gave me an indescribable look and slowly turned me around. He pressed me against the back wall of the small shower. The water creating an added sensation, Harry pressed himself against me, making sure I was well aware of his growing problem. I instinctively thrusted backwards.
"What do you want, Draco?" He whispered in my ear, pressing himself against me harder. A moan escaped my mouth and I leaned my head against the cool tile to clam myself. "Draco, darling, did you her me?" I honestly thought I sensed anger in his voice, but I was too absorbed in Harry's hand now resting dangerously close to a rather sensitive area.
"Mrph-" I managed to get out as he grasped me.
"Don't you want this, Draco? Sex, right? That's all that matters." He said caustically, pumping his hand faster. I knew this would be a great time to stop him, but would you stop this? His hand left my member and both hands were moved to my hips.
"Damnit," Was all I could get out. Harry pushed into me and I swear I died. It'd only been two nights since the last time he snuck up on me, but every single damn time it felt like the first. Neither of us could muster a word to express the feeling. It was angry and lust-filled, almost desperate.
As soon as he came, he slouched against me. I got my breathing under control and stood up. Harry composed himself and stepped out. I moaned.
"Har, come back," I whined. I pulled the shower curtain aside to look at him, but he wasn't there. I grumbled and washed the cum off myself and rushed around to get ready. I pulled on a pair of jeans and slipped on a tee shirt. My informality will be covered with my Slytherin cloak, so no need to mull over appearance.
I rushed downstairs, where Granger was waiting. I glanced at the large clock that stood in the corner of the room, it was well over the half hour she told me. I knew she wasn't one to be polite and wait for a Malfoy.
"About time, we need to go." She stated and headed for the door.
"Wait, I thought you said it was fifteen minutes ago?"
"I lied, I told you a half hour so we'd actually be on time." She smirked and exited through the portrait hole. I quickly followed.
"You look flustered, Harry came down from your side looking flustered, too. Did you two get into it?" She asked. I was in no mood to be a prat, so I went with it.
"I guess you could call it that…" I said, without malice. She seemed surprised and smiled a little.
We made our way to Dumbledore's office. The password, as always, being his candy of the however long that candy lasts. We knocked on the large wooden door, which opened to reveal two persons. One of which was Dumbledore, the other was most definitely not.
"Please have a seat," Dumbledore motioned to us. Granger and I sat down. "Both of you are to understand that along with your new room, grand responsibilities come also. You are now the top of the school, not only grade wise, but intellect wise. You are to set an example for the younger students, as well as your own peers. Please, do not take this position lightly. The Prefects will be joining the three of you in a few moments in Professor McGonnagle's classroom." Dumbledore said softly, knowing we all could hear him perfectly. "As for Mr.Malfoy and Ms.Granger's knowledge, Mr.Potter will be attending all the Prefect and Head's meetings for security reasons. We feel if there is any imminent threat to our school, the three of you will be more than capable of defending this sound establishment. Now, if you will, go to Minerva's classroom, I'm sure the Prefects are already there."
We stood and exited. Harry stayed close to Hermione. I sighed and picked up my speed to match theirs. I stood on the opposite side of Harry. Oh, how desperately I wanted to grasp his hand and pull him into a kiss.
I restrained and we made our way to McGonnagle's room. Once in, Hermione and I introduced ourselves, Harry had no need to do such a thing. If one of the kids at the meeting didn't know who he was, they deserved to be slapped. As the meeting progressed, Hermione clammed up a little after a fourth year asked her a question she couldn't answer. Harry slid in as soon as he realized she didn't know, answering the question as if he had just gotten his mouth open ahead of her. After that, Harry and I really took hold of the meeting. The fluidness of our speech was amazing. We transitioned between talking so effortlessly, it seemed as if we rehearsed. Harry began discussing what to do in the case of an emergency. He actually came up with a few disastrous events that I hadn't thought of. By the end of it, the Prefects were utterly intimidated and frightened. They were all itching to get out of the room so they could rush back to their houses and tell their friends how they met Harry.
"Gosh, Harry, scare the shit out of 'em why don't you?" Hermione laughed, jumping up to sit on one of the desks.
"A freak boggart attack? Really?" I mused, sitting atop of one as Hermione did.
"Shut up, Draco, it could happen." That's when he realized he screwed up. Hermione stared blankly at him, shifting her eyes between the two of us.
"Well, it's past my bed time, eh?" I said quickly, jumping down and heading toward the door. Hermione followed in my direction, considering the Gryffindor common room was the opposite way. She didn't ask questions, but I could see ideas formulating in her mind. I quickly rushed of to my room and laid down.
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After that first night, we really didn't leave the room for another few. And when we did, everyone acted like they knew nothing about it, like nothing had changed, but all that did was make it easier to deal with. Frankly, it scared the shit out of Harry. We scared him. Sure, he had had the love of his friends and the Weasleys, but this was a different kind. And I fucked it up.
Hermione was sitting in a red, plush chair in the corner of the common room, her head buried in a book. I snorted lightly. She was always reading a goddamned book.
"What was that for?" She sneered, hearing my laugh.
"You're always fucking reading." I laughed out, smiling slightly. Goddamn Harry. He was always laughing.
"Are you feeling okay? Should I send you to the infirmary?" She asked, actually sounding a little concerned. I smiled again (I really have to stop that.) and opened the little refrigerator for a bottle of water.
"I'm not kidding." She said.
"No," I said. "I'm perfectly sane."
"Attention." The doorframe said. "Guest Harry Potter is here."
I casually walked over to the picture frame and opened it up. Harry looked like shit. And his eye was slightly black. Somewhere in the back of my mind, a little voice was calling to me and telling me to throw a joke at him and walk away because Granger was in the room. Thankfully, that voice just got punched out.
"Holy shit, Harry, what the hell happened?" I yelled angrily, pulling him into my arms. I didn't let go of him for a good five seconds and then I pulled his face out of my chest to examine the bruise.
"Leave him be, Malfoy." Hermione said, upset, pulling Harry off of me. Harry gave me this look that just told me to walk away. And I thought about it and completely disregarded it.
"I wasn't bothering him, I just wanted a fucking hug." I said, the words not matching up with my tone. I redirected my attention to Harry and stared at his eye more. "Who?" I asked.
"Ron."
"I'll fucking kill him, where is he?" I bolted for the door, turning back only when he laughed. Laughed. Harry laughed. I loved that sound. I gave him a quizzical look.
"He saw that picture, from my-"
"-birthday…" I finished. Ohhhh.
"Pardon my language, but what the fuck is going on?" Hermione interjected.
The picture wasn't that bad, no nudity or anything. Just me standing behind Harry, with my arm across the front of his shoulders, holding him toward me, kissing his collarbone. I can understand why Ron might fond that a bit anger inducing.
"Well I don't think he had any right to punch you." I sighed, walking into the kitchen for some ice. I packed some in a bag and handed him the bag. He sat down on a stool at the bar. Hermione was now just watching us, her eyes opened wide. Any wider and they'd fall out.
"Yeah, I suppose. But he'll come around to the idea." He sighed, pushing the cold ice over his eye. I grinned a mile wide. He soooo still likes me.
"The idea of what?" I asked, the smile and happiness evident in my voice. He snorted.
"You know. Don't make me say it. I may not completely hate you for it."
"The idea of what?" Hermione spoke up. Harry realized she was still there and a heavy blush fell over his face. Neither of us knew what to say.
"Should I go for this one?" I asked.
"Maybe not." Harry said slowly, evaluating Hermione's face. I slowly walked past Harry. I stopped at his ear.
"Would it be terribly inappropriate to kiss you right now." Harry nodded. "Good." I leaned in and kissed him hard.