Captivation
Chapter 10: Unexpected
Harry woke up around seven the next morning. He was more than grateful it was a Sunday. Not only did he not have classes but he didn't have Quidditch practice, which meant he didn't have to face Malfoy. His plan was to avoid him as long as possible—maybe let enough time pass for him to forget.
"No chance," he muttered aloud to his self. "Malfoy is not going to forget it anytime soon."
He groaned and refrained from hitting his head against the headboard of his bed again. Harry wanted so desperately to blame the alcohol completely for what happened the previous night. The truth was, however, that while he had enough alcohol in his system to give him the confidence to act on his desires, it was his desires that took over. He wasn't drunk enough to not know what was going on and there was no doubt that he hadn't wanted to do that. For some reason, as he had figured out the night before, he was attracted to Malfoy. Even with this realization, he knew that without the alcohol's help, he would've never acted on it.
What made him more confused was Malfoy's reaction. Harry thought back to when the blond had fallen on top of him and when he realized Draco had an erection. There could've been tons of reasons for it, however. Draco had had an erection at the second party they went to before he had even confronted Harry (and used him as a masturbation pole). It could've been the alcohol that did it…but there was a question that burned in the back of Harry's mind: Had Malfoy had the erection before he had started to give Harry the massage?
Harry shook his head firmly. Why were his feelings so confusing? Was it just sexual desire that made him attracted to Malfoy? There were plenty of attractive males in the school so why was it that Malfoy was the one making his body react? It certainly couldn't have been because of his charming personality.
Sighing heavily, while still surrounded by his thoughts, Harry made his way down to the boys' shower room. As he waved his wand to get rid of his clothes, he stopped and stood in front of a mirror. There was still a red spot on his left cheek where Malfoy had punched him. The blond had most likely reacted violently out of embarrassment. Was he afraid that Harry would think the blond had an erection because of him? Or maybe he thought Harry would use it to humiliate him somehow.
But when Malfoy had started ranting about never wanting to see him again, Harry had just reacted. He didn't know why or if it was the mild intoxication, but he couldn't let the blond leave. And so he fought back with violence and when they had landed on the bed and Draco fought him again, Harry knew that trying to pin him down wouldn't keep him from leaving. Somewhere in his mind he had made the decision to seduce the blond; that's what it was…a seduction, of sorts.
But why…why hadn't he wanted Malfoy to go? Wasn't that his dream—wanting Malfoy to ignore him and never want to see him again? After all, he couldn't even count the number of times Malfoy had infuriated him or the times he had the urge to pound the blond till he was unconscious. Those questions were burning in his mind even after he finished the shower and went back up to his room to change. Pulling off the towel, Harry slipped into his black, shiny pants. Before he could even decide on a shirt there was a knock at his door.
Harry froze instinctively. His heart was hammering and he wondered if it was Malfoy. Had he come to confront him? Slowly, Harry approached the door and opened it even as his heart was racing. Blake stood there outside of his door still wearing the sweatpants he probably slept in. His hair was a bit disheveled and he had his arms crossed over his bare chest.
Harry blinked looking surprised. "Hi Blake."
"Can I come in?" the boy asked, staring down at him.
"Er, sure," Harry said, opening his door.
The boy stepped inside and Harry closed the door. Then he went searching for a shirt.
"What is it?" Harry asked as he sifted through his clothes.
Blake leaned up against the bed post. "Why is it that you broke up with me?"
Harry turned around accidentally dropping the shirt he had been debating on. "What? I thought…you know, that we decided this," Harry said gently. "You're leaving in two days. Remember, we were temporary boyfriends?"
"I remember," Blake said, approaching him. "But you know, it baffles me Harry that you agree to be my temporary boyfriend up until the point that I leave then suddenly break it off a few days early."
Harry could clearly see that something was bothering Blake—this time he seemed rather upset. But Harry had never been good at these kinds of things. Comforting people was out of his reach, normally.
"Er, listen Blake. We talked about this yesterday and you said it was fine. I just thought we should break it off early so it doesn't make it harder."
"Really?" Blake countered, walking closer until he was within a foot. "Or is it because you got sick of me and decided you liked your blond friend more than me?"
Harry's mouth completely froze and he stared up at the other boy in utter shock. Was he referring to Malfoy? How could he have known…? Had the blond bragged about Harry Potter giving him a blow-job? Suddenly, Harry was feeling extremely anxious but also incredibly pissed off. If Malfoy was out there bragging, Harry would make sure he punched him until his mouth was too sore to talk. It had been unexpected; it had just happened…
"Blake, I don't…what are you talking about?" Harry asked, finally finding his voice. "Are you talking about Malfoy?"
"Yeah," Blake said, uncrossing his arms as he stared at Harry intensely. "The blond you were playing the game with at my party, Harry. I went looking for you near the end of the party and Danny said that he saw you leave with him. What were you two doing, huh?"
"I…Blake, it's not like that at all!" Harry exclaimed desperately. "Nothing happened between us. Malfoy and I don't even like each other as friends. We played that game and I won so Malfoy owed me a favor."
"And what favor was that?" Blake asked with narrowed eyes.
Harry swallowed. If Malfoy had told him already and he lied, Blake would become even more pissed off.
"Blake, I didn't break up with you because of Malfoy. I hate Malfoy. He and I have been rivals since Hog—"
"Answer the question, Harry," Blake demanded, stepping closer.
"I…he gave me a massage," Harry answered quickly, feeling his chest tighten. "He humiliated me the first time we played the game and I lost by making me give him a massage, so I thought I'd just pay him back."
"A massage huh? And what are two rivals doing feeling each other up?" Blake quipped, stepping so close Harry had to back a way a bit.
"What? It wasn't like that! Blake, you and I broke up because you're leaving!" Harry exclaimed, gesturing with his hands. "We knew this wouldn't last! We made a mutual agreement."
"Just because we agreed to break it off when the time comes, doesn't mean you need to go behind my back with the blond, especially before I leave," Blake exclaimed firmly.
Harry just stood there silently watching the other boy fuming. He immediately glanced at the bed where he left his wand. He hadn't ever seen Blake mad before so he didn't know what to expect. In fact, he hardly even knew him. If Blake was the type to get severely jealous then Harry might have to defend himself.
Blake stared at him and then sighed in frustration. "You sure nothin' is going on between you two?"
"Yes," Harry responded firmly. There was nothing really going on between them…not really. He doubted that Draco was attracted to him.
"Alright. Sorry I got a little mad," Blake said, pulling Harry into an embrace.
Harry let him and even wrapped his arms around the other boy. "It's fine Blake. Look, I'm sorry our relationship had to be temporary, but you really were a great first boyfriend for me."
Blake pulled away and grinned. "I would've been even better in bed, you know."
Harry felt his cheeks flush and he nodded. "I'm sure you would have, but I'm not ready to go that far anyway."
Shrugging, Blake gave him a wink then headed to the door. "Well, I still have two days left and there's another party tonight down in the Opal Common Room. You're coming, right?"
"Er, I might not come for the whole thing. Probably later on like around one I'll come for a little bit. I just have some homework I want to get out of the way first. But if I don't see you there for some reason, I'll see you at breakfast Monday."
Blake nodded and gave him another smile before leaving. Harry sighed with relief and slumped against the wall. He didn't know how Blake would react if he found out what Harry did. The real reason he didn't want to go to the party was that Malfoy could be there and he didn't want to know if the blond had told anyone or not.
For the rest of the day, Harry remained in the library finishing up his homework for the next week. He even started on an assignment that wasn't due until the week after. Although he normally didn't do homework so early, he thought it was the best way to avoid Malfoy and Blake. And also this way he wouldn't have any homework to really worry about for the next couple days.
By the time he finished it was almost dinner time. He went down to the dining hall early and waited for the food to appear. Right when it did he piled some food onto a plate and rushed back to his room. He had told Tavis, who noticed his strange behavior and absence at the dining hall, that he had to be alone to concentrate on homework. The other boy had made him promise to attend the party, however, since Harry was spending his time away from everyone so he agreed to come later (as he had told Blake).
Eleven rolled around and Harry stayed in his room, taking his time finding an outfit to wear (as well as thinking of a plan in case he saw Malfoy). He knew that the party had already started but he didn't mind missing most of it. And he hoped Blake wasn't looking for him either. Sighing heavily, Harry kept his shiny black pants on and just wore a silky green t-shirt with it. There was a symbol of a lightning bolt in the upper chest (with a cloud) and although he knew it wasn't a shirt made for him it was a neat coincidence.
A knock came at his door some time later and Harry glanced at the clock. It was almost midnight, about ten minutes before, and Harry wondered if it was Tavis wanting to see if he was coming soon. Taking in a breath, Harry made his way to the door. He pulled it open and Blake wheeled around to face him.
"Oh, hi Bl—"
Harry's sentence was cut off as he was suddenly shoved harshly. He tripped over something and fell, hitting his head against the bed post. A bit dazed, Harry struggled to get his senses together as he got to his feet. Rough hands grabbed him and threw him on the bed. Harry's heart almost stopped and he immediately panicked. Blake, who sat on top of him, tried to pin him down but finally he had sense enough to jerk his knee upward into Blake's crotch. The older boy groaned in pain and Harry was able to shove him off. He ran for the door, but apparently he hadn't kicked hard enough for he was suddenly grabbed from behind and knocked to the floor.
Harry groaned in pain, feeling a bit light-headed from having knocked his head pretty hard. He tried to roll over while taking deep breaths. Remaining on the floor at least made it so that Blake didn't attack him. Slowly, Harry turned his head and blinked. At first his vision was a bit blurry but it cleared up and he saw Blake approaching him looking beyond pissed. He was heaving deeply and glared down at him.
"Is that what you call nothing?" Blake spat angrily, coming closer so he was practically standing beside him.
Harry looked up at him anxiously. "Blake…what are you talking about? Why did you push me?"
"Why?" Blake shouted suddenly. "Because, Harry you lied to me! You said that we broke up because I was leaving but you can't even hold off a day before sucking some other guy's dick!"
As the words came out, Harry felt his chest tighten uncomfortably. So Malfoy had told him. He had bragged, or at least he let the truth out. Perhaps the blond had been disgusted by it and wanted Harry to pay by making Blake angry. Harry slowly raised himself into a sitting position.
"Blake, I—"
"Don't even think of lying about it!" Blake hissed, pointing a finger down at him. "I got Malfoy to tell me. And wouldn't you know it, it wasn't just a massage! You two felt each other up real good, didn't you?"
Harry swallowed thickly. "Blake, Malfoy—"
"He was telling the truth! It's all he could do!" Blake shouted. "I put a couple drops of Veritaserum in his drink when he wasn't looking and I asked him if anything happened between you two the other night!"
His eyes widened in response. So that was how Blake found out. Malfoy hadn't told him after all. Harry certainly couldn't deny it now.
"How could you go behind my back, huh?" Blake shouted, grabbing him roughly by the shirt and forcing him to stand.
Harry tried not to fight the boy in case he became more violent. "Blake, stop! I didn't go behind your back! You and I weren't boyfriends anymore and—"
"So that makes it okay then?" Blake shouted, keeping a firm grip on him. "It's okay to get with another guy because we broke up? I still wasn't over you! And yet apparently I meant nothing to you because you get with some guy, a guy you dislike no less, immediately after!"
"Oh and I wasn't a distraction for you to forget about your last boyfriend?" Harry shouted angrily.
"Don't even try that one on me!" Blake snarled, throwing him backward.
Harry's back slammed against the wall and although it hurt it didn't cause him to fall over.
"I treated you really good, Harry!"
"I know you did, and I treated you good too! And we both agreed to break it off, Blake! What happened with Malfoy wasn't expected nor did I want it to happen!" Harry shouted. "We were both drunk and—"
"That's a pathetic excuse, Potter and you know it!" Blake exclaimed, approaching him.
"You were great to me, Blake, I wasn't lying about that!" Harry shouted, glancing at his wand which was by his trunk. "I told you I didn't mean anything to happen with Malfoy and I really did like you a lot! But you have to understand that we weren't really serious! We barely even dated a month so we weren't even really boyfriends! And plus with you leaving so soon! We were both kind of using each other! And you knew that from the start!" Harry gestured with his hands as Blake stared at him with clenched fists.
"You told me you'd like to be my experimentation! I needed to know what it was like to have a boyfriend, but I didn't want it to be too serious. You agreed to that! And we weren't serious. I broke it off early so it would be easier to say goodbye and just be friends! That's what I wanted! I never meant to make you mad or to hurt you or even to do anything with Malfoy!"
"Well you did all three!" Blake shouted, glaring at him.
Without another word, Blake wheeled around and stomped out of the room, slamming the door behind him. Harry stared at the door and closed his eyes briefly. At least Malfoy hadn't told him willingly, but that didn't make him feel that much better. Blake was mad at him and he was leaving in a couple days. What if they didn't make up? Then he'd lose a good friend. Sure, he hadn't known Blake for very long, but he had enjoyed being with him.
Sighing heavily, Harry decided to go down to the showers and take another one. He wasn't in the mood to party, especially since a still pissed-off Blake would be there. As he entered the room he changed out of his clothes and into a towel and headed for the showers. He heard running water and cautiously stepped into the shower room. As he stepped further inside, he inclined his head toward the noise and saw the back of a familiar fair-haired boy.
The blond suddenly turned, hearing the footsteps and their eyes locked. However, Harry wasn't just staring at Malfoy's eyes. His face was all cut-up and bruised. There was a huge bruise on his left cheek that seemed to be a little swollen and a small bruise on his right cheek. His lip was split and there was a bruise down on his chin, but it appeared that whatever blood had been there had been washed by the water.
"Just when I thought my night couldn't get worse!" Malfoy snarled, turning off the water angrily.
He stomped over to his towel and then toward Harry who was standing at the entrance of the showers.
"What happened to your face?" Harry blurted out, staring wide-eyed at the bruises.
"You happened to my face, Potter!" Malfoy shouted furiously, stomping past him.
"What are you talking about?" Harry exclaimed, hurrying after him.
"Just stay away from me, Potter!" Malfoy snarled, throwing things around to get to his pants. "Why don't you do us all a favor and go with your bloody, crazy boyfriend!"
Harry looked at him, taken-aback. "Blake? Did Blake do this to you?"
"Of course he did Potter!" Malfoy snapped, pulling up his pants without even bothering to put on his underwear. "It was your plan, after all wasn't it? To get me to massage you then give me a blow-job and get your ex all pissed off at me!"
"Malfoy, I didn't—"
"SHUT UP!" Malfoy snarled, wheeling around after he pulled his shirt over his head. "Just shut up! You've had your fun humiliating me, Potter! So now you can brag to the Weasel and all your other pathetic friends how you sucked me off and I enjoyed it!"
"No, I…," Harry trailed off. "You enjoyed it?"
It was a stupid question, being since the blond had been aroused in the first place, but hearing him say it brought strange tingles up his spine. Malfoy's fists clenched and he glared hatefully toward him.
"If I had been a little more aware of myself, Potter I would've had the sense to keep your mouth away from my dick! Clearly, you planned the whole thing! I bet you feel so proud of yourself! Well go on, go brag about it to the Daily Prophet for all I care! Just keep your face away from mine as often as possible!"
Malfoy made a move to head for the door, but Harry suddenly grabbed his arm.
"Malfoy, don't! I—"
"LET GO OF ME!" Malfoy roared, swinging his fist.
Harry didn't have enough time to react as the fist made contact with his cheek and sent him sprawling backward. Unfortunately, since Draco had used the shower recently, the floor was still slippery. Harry let out a sound of surprise as he lost balance, falling backward. He remembered feeling pain as his head collided with the stone floor, but that was it since he blacked out.
The first thing he realized was that his head was throbbing painfully. His memory was a bit fuzzy in that he suddenly didn't remember where he was or why he was in so much pain. As the throbbing began to dull when he began to get his senses back, Harry began to remember everything. His eyes remained shut even as he pictured Malfoy punching him and causing him to slip and fall. There was something cool and wet on the back of his head that he just began to feel. Had Malfoy left him lying on the shower floor? Suddenly, Harry panicked. What if he couldn't get up on his own? What if he was bleeding and no body found him until it was too late?
As these depressed and panicked thoughts came into his mind, he slowly moved his arm. His fingers touched the back of his head and he felt something odd—something that definitely wasn't blood or stone. It was some sort of spongy material. Slowly opening his eyes, Harry blinked a few times before a ceiling came into view. It was definitely not a ceiling that he seemed familiar with. Turning his head really slow, since he was still in a great deal of pain, he noticed that he was lying on a bed. Someone's pillows were in his sight and when he turned his head in the opposite direction he saw a bureau against the wall.
Harry tried to sit up but even moving his head an inch caused the throbbing pain to heighten. He decided to just lay there and try to turn his head. There was a sound nearby and Harry tried to look, but couldn't really move his head much. Footsteps came into the room and Harry tilted his head downward, without having to lift it, in order to see. Malfoy stood in his view with a grim expression on his face. The blond's eyes glanced in his direction and saw that he was awake.
"So I see you're not dead," Malfoy drawled, approaching the bed.
"I see you didn't leave me there to bleed to death," Harry said darkly, trying to keep his voice soft since his head pounded.
Malfoy snorted. "Please, Potter. There wasn't any blood only a large bump on the back of your head. And anyway, if I had just left you there I'd probably get kicked out since Niall doesn't accept fighting. It was chance enough that I was one of the few hundred who got in so I'm not risking expulsion!"
Harry was relieved to hear that. Perhaps he hadn't fallen directly on his head which might've been why his back was sore too. Then again, being a wizard made it easier as well since Hermione told him they don't get injured as easily as Muggles and they can heal faster.
Harry breathed in and winced. "What's this thing on my head?"
Malfoy breathed out in annoyance. "It's a healing cloth, Potter. I very well couldn't levitate you unconscious to your room in case someone found you like that and connected it to us fighting. Of course since you were knocked out I'd be the one to get in trouble."
"But you said there wasn't any blood, right?" Harry asked. He felt rather worried about brain damage.
"You would be dead by now if there was," Malfoy's voice dripped with sarcasm. "So no, Potter. There wasn't any blood and with that expensive healing cloth you should be bloody fine to go back to your own room."
Harry took in a slow breath, unable to shake his head. "I hate to break this to you Malfoy, but I can't move."
The blond pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes. "Potter, if you are suggesting that you stay here on my bed overnight then you are more bloody stupid than I first thought."
"Malfoy, I really can't move. I can hardly even turn my head," Harry protested.
"Then let me help you," Malfoy said, waving his wand.
Harry let out a hiss as his body was being levitated. "Malfoy, stop! That hurts!"
He felt his body being lowered back down and he closed his eyes tightly as a wave of nausea came over him.
"You are not staying here!" Malfoy hissed, approaching the bed angrily.
Harry took in a couple deep breaths. "I think I'm going to be sick."
"Don't you dare throw-up on my sheets!" the blond pointed a finger at him.
"Then don't move me again," Harry breathed out. "That really hurt."
Malfoy rolled his eyes. "Potter, there is no where to sleep except my bed. And you apparently can't move a muscle so what the hell am I supposed to do?"
"Sleep in your bed," Harry said, tilting his head slowly to stare at him.
The blond crossed his arms slowly and glared down at him. "Potter, you're in my bed, if you haven't noticed."
"You put me here," Harry countered.
Malfoy's eyes narrowed. "Trust me Potter, I would've left you there if there wasn't a risk of expulsion but since I'm not taking that chance I only brought you here because of the expensive magical healing cloths I have. The faster you heal, the faster you can get out of my face!"
"Stop, please," Harry winced. "Please lower your voice it's making my head throb. Look," Harry said quietly, "there's plenty of room in this bed and there is no way I can kick you or steal all the covers because I very well can't bloody move."
"Really Potter," Malfoy drawled, glancing at him from the side of the bed. "And what about sexual harassment?"
"Excuse me?" Harry asked as his eyebrows furrowed in annoyance and surprise.
"I really don't want to be molested in the middle of the night."
Harry's mouth dropped open slightly. "Please Malfoy! I wouldn't molest anyone least of all you."
"You mean like last night?" the blond asked, raising an eyebrow.
"That was not harassment, Malfoy. You were very eager from what I remember. Let's just forget about it, okay?" Harry added quickly before the blond could retort.
"Contrary to what you say, I did not plan that nor do I want to run to the Daily Prophet. And no, I'm not going to tell Ron, Hermione or anyone either. Not to mention, I can't move. And you know what?" Harry countered suddenly, turning his head very slightly to look at him appalled. "You shouldn't even be talking."
Malfoy raised an eyebrow again. "What's that supposed to mean, Potter?" he drawled.
"You know, I didn't tell you this before to save you the humiliation but since you're trying so hard to embarrass me, I'll tell you. Remember when I told you about the party where you got so drunk and tried to punch me and you didn't remember anything?" Harry asked, staring at him.
"Well guess what? I left some things out. I shouldn't have been so nice about it. Frankly, what happened was that you did make a move to punch me but you didn't fall on the couch by yourself. You tripped over your own foot while trying to punch me, but you were so unsteady that you smacked right into me and pushed both of us on the couch. Then you proceeded to masturbate on me. So please re-think your statement about me sexually harassing you when I'm the one rendered immobile and you apparently think I'm a great tool for sexual-relief!" Harry exclaimed, wincing harshly as his head throbbed again.
Malfoy glared down at him. "Please, you think I believe that?"
"No? Go ahead and find some Veritaserum to give me. I'd be happy to tell you the same thing again," Harry said as he kept the eye-contact.
The blond stared down at him silently and finally uncrossed his arms. "Fine, Potter. But if I so much as feel you breathe close to me I'll hex you."
Harry rolled his eyes. "Fine, just don't kick me off the bed. I'm in enough pain as it is."
"My alarm goes off at six, so be ready," Malfoy's eyes narrowed.
"What? Why?"
"For school, Potter. You know, the thing we've been doing for the past few weeks," the blond quipped sarcastically.
Harry blinked. "Oh, right."
He had completely forgotten the next day was Monday. He watched as the blond waved his wand over his self to change into his boxers. Then the blond set up his magical alarm and prepared to get into bed.
"Uh, Malfoy?"
"What Potter?" he exclaimed in annoyance.
"I'm still in my towel," Harry said, glancing at him from the corner of his eye.
"So?" he drawled.
"Could you just give me some pajamas so we can go to sleep?" Harry asked, sighing heavily.
Malfoy pointed his wand at him and Harry suddenly had a vision of the killing curse coming his way.
"Let's see, Potter. How about a woman's lingerie?" the blond sneered.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Would you like to see me in womens' lingerie?"
Immediately, Malfoy's sneer dropped and he glared. Then he exchanged Harry's towel for sweatpants and a tank-top.
"You're kidding me? In the summer? I'll get too hot," Harry said, unable to look down at his self, but feeling like he had too many clothes.
"Deal with it. This way you won't have to get under the sheets," Malfoy said, sounding rather pleased that Harry couldn't fight back.
"Like I'd want to," Harry quipped sarcastically.
Harry was far enough on the right side of the bed that the blond easily slipped under the sheets and extinguished the lights.
"Malfoy?"
"Shut-up Potter," the blond said.
"What do I do if I have to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night?"
The light suddenly turned on and Malfoy swished his wand in his direction. Then he extinguished the light and fell back down on his pillows all in less than ten seconds.
"What did you do?" Harry asked concerned.
"Potter, shut-up now before I make you a mute!"
"It wasn't a hex was it?"
"No!" the blond exclaimed angrily. "It was a spell used to control your bladder so you won't have an accident in my bed!"
"You mean…I can never go to the bathroom again?"
"Honestly, Potter! You're more than an imbecile!" Malfoy said angrily.
"Stop it!" Harry hissed, closing his eyes as his head throbbed. "It hurts when you shout."
"Then close that mouth of yours!" Malfoy said, though luckily it was quieter. "The moment you go into a bathroom is when the spell is broken! Now shut-up and let me get to sleep!"
Harry wanted to say something but knew if he did Malfoy would probably hex him. Sighing softly, Harry closed his eyes and despite the throbbing pain he tried to get some sleep. Strangely, it wasn't falling asleep that was difficult but waking up was incredibly painful. Harry groaned as something cold splashed over him.
"Potter, wake up! It's already seven!" Malfoy's voice echoed through his head.
"Nuhh…Stop," Harry said groggily. "Don't feel well."
He could hardly move or even breathe and his head was about ready to explode.
"Get out of my bed, Potter!" Malfoy's voice continued.
"I can't…stop screaming…," Harry groaned.
"I'm not screaming I'm talking in a normal voice," the blond sounded irritated.
"You're screaming…," Harry trailed off, groaning in pain. "I can't move…tell them…"
He didn't even get to finish his sentence as he passed out. Some time later, Harry stirred out of sleep and blinked blearily up at the ceiling. His head was still pounding, though it was less severe, but he still felt nauseous. He tried to breathe normally but it was hard to do with his head throbbing constantly. Moments later, as he was staring up at the ceiling, the door opened and Harry lowered his gaze very slowly to see Malfoy entering the room. He was wearing only silver-colored silky pajama bottoms but his hair was wet, which probably meant he had just come back from showering. The blond spotted him and seemed to stare at him for a second before approaching.
"You're still here?" Malfoy asked, clearly annoyed.
"I just woke up," Harry said, wincing. Why was he still in so much pain?
"You can't stay here forever, Potter," Malfoy drawled, glaring at him.
Harry ignored him, feeling more pain shoot up from his head. "Malfoy, I think…I think there might be something stuck in the back of my head."
"Yes, that would be your brain," the blond drawled sarcastically.
"Malfoy, I'm serious," Harry said between clenched jaws.
The blond sighed deeply and got on the bed. Harry stared at him as he came closer.
"If there is something there, don't pull it out! You're not a doctor so I don't trust you," Harry said.
"Hold still," Malfoy said, after rolling his eyes a bit.
Harry bit his lip as the blond slowly lifted his head up. When he went too fast, Harry winced but tried not to show anything else. The blond lifted his head up inch by inch and the pounding seemed to increase. Harry shut his eyes wishing that it would all go away. Then suddenly the pounding seemed to dull and he slowly opened his eyes. Malfoy snorted and suddenly took out his wand.
"What are you doing?" Harry asked, staring at the wand.
Malfoy waved his wand toward the back of his head and Harry felt a warmth seep into the back of his skull soothing the aching. Although he was still in a little bit of pain, and still nauseous, it was better. Malfoy then got up off the bed and Harry watched him go thankful that he could turn his head.
"What did you do?"
The blond wheeled around in annoyance. "It was just a defective healing cloth that was taking longer than normal to work so I placed a charm on it to fix it!"
"So that's why the pain wasn't going away?"
"Obviously," Malfoy drawled. "Now, get out."
"I still can't move," Harry said.
The blond glared at him, clenching his fists. "Potter, you are not staying here again! Already you've probably spread your germs all over my sheets!"
Harry rolled his eyes and groaned. "Malfoy, the healing cloth will work now and my head is still pounding. If I move, I'm going to do more than spread germs on your sheets," he said, referring to his nausea.
The blond glared at him and Harry watched as he swallowed thickly. "Potter, if I let you stay here again you're going to shut-up when I'm trying to sleep, got it?"
"Yeah," Harry answered, not in the mood to argue.
The blond's shoulders straightened and Harry got the feeling he was satisfied enough. "Good."
Draco then turned and walked toward his desk where Harry noticed a quill and a couple books were laid out. The blond sat down at it and opened a book.
"What time is it?" Harry asked.
The blond scowled and turned his head. "Potter, what did I say?"
"You said not to talk while you were trying to sleep. But you're not in bed. It's just a simple question."
"It's almost eleven and I want you to shut-up now," he glared.
"You don't have to get an attitude every time," Harry said as the blond turned his head again to glare.
"Do you want me to hex you?"
"Just one more question," Harry said.
"No!" the blond exclaimed angrily.
"How come you don't have the Dark Mark?" Harry blurted out.
Malfoy froze in whatever he was writing and slowly turned to face him. Harry subconsciously held his breath.
"Really Potter, are you that stupid?" he drawled darkly. "Do you really think the Dark Lord would let me wander around the school with proof I was doing his bidding?"
"I s'pose not," Harry answered. "Did you ever see him?"
Malfoy scowled again, wheeling around in his seat. "You asked your question, Potter!"
"I just want to know if you ever sa—"
"Yes, once!" Malfoy shouted in response, seemingly pissed off. "And if you don't shut your mouth I'll—"
"Wasn't he ugly?" Harry said, interrupting. He really just wanted to keep a conversation going. "I mean Voldemort. Did you know when he was human he used to look a bit like me?"
The blond's fingers clenched the chair and he glared. "No, nor do I care."
"Why didn't you kill Dumbledore?"
Harry saw the blond flinch as well and gripped his quill rather harshly. His cold silver-blue eyes landed on him and he knew instantly he had asked a very bad question. Harry gulped as the blond approached the bed with his wand in hand.
"You obviously want to be hexed Potter," Malfoy said coldly, staring down at him with narrowed eyes.
"I don't," Harry said instantly, staring back up at him. "I just thought since I'm lying here on the bed and you're sitting at a desk that you could pretend to be my shrink."
The blond's eyebrows furrowed in irritation and then his lips curled into a smirk. "No amount of talking is ever going to cure you of your stupidity, Potter."
Harry stared up at him silently, knowing very well if he said one word Malfoy would hex him with something. The blond kept their eyes locked together and finally wheeled around and headed back to his desk. Harry silently breathed out, relieved as Malfoy began to work. Harry was more curious about the blond than he'd ever been before. He wondered if Voldemort ever tortured him, or why he suddenly joined so young, or if Malfoy's father really did tell him to kill the famous Harry Potter.
All these questions burned in his mind, but Harry found no release. He sighed, already feeling a bit better now that Malfoy had removed the small splinter that had been piercing the back of his head. Hopefully when morning came, he could finally leave. It was becoming awkward being so close to the blond and unable to insult him because he had the advantage. Harry's eyes began to flutter closed and soon he was fast asleep.
When his senses began coming back, Harry inhaled and realized something smelled nice. It was some sort of aftershave type smell, only mild. Something soft tickled his face and Harry crinkled his nose in response. Slowly, his eyes opened and he blinked a couple times. There was something very blond in front of his face. Harry choked on his breath, backing away a little bit. Thankfully, his head wasn't pounding anymore so he was able to move. He realized just what sort of position he was in.
Sometime during the night he had moved closer to Malfoy—close enough to be right up against him. The blond was facing the wall, lying on his side and Harry was behind him sharing the same pillow. The blond's hair was in front of his face and his bare back was just barely brushing up against Harry's chest. Pulling away, Harry sat up and scooted back to his original position. His heart was pounding once more and he was staring down at the blond.
Malfoy was still sleeping and when Harry checked the time with his wand he realized it was a little past five in the morning. Staring down at the other boy, Harry noticed that he looked much nicer in his sleep—both peaceful and more even-tempered. It was funny how looks could be so deceiving. Still…Harry really did wonder how much the blond had suffered during the war as well. He truthfully had been a lot closer to Voldemort than even Harry had been, until the final few moments of confrontation.
Bloody hell…what is wrong with me? Why do I care so much about him? And why do I seem to be attracted to him? I don't understand…Things have changed so drastically between us, to me and I don't…I don't understand how this happened.
Sighing, Harry lay back down and watched Malfoy as he slept. The blond thankfully hadn't woken up to see Harry practically sleeping against him. Harry didn't even realize he fell asleep again until the alarm went off. He bolted up, looking around in surprise and watched as a groggy Draco turned it off. The blond turned and saw him sitting up.
"Good, you can move," Malfoy drawled. "Now, leave."
Harry opened his mouth to retort and then just nodded. "Erm…I…"
"Potter, the door is that way," Malfoy pointed to it as he slipped off the bed.
His stomach was feeling rather strange and Harry tried to fight the urge. Malfoy began approaching him with a glare.
"Are you deaf, Potter?"
Wordlessly, Harry made a move to step closer but Malfoy suddenly pushed at him.
"What the hell are you doing?" Malfoy snarled, summoning his wand. "Are you going to attack me, Potter? After I—"
Harry suddenly brushed his arm roughly aside and kissed him right on the lips. Malfoy stumbled back, his eyes wide in surprise.
"I just wanted to say thank you," Harry said quickly.
Then without another glance back at the blond, Harry left as fast as possible. When he got all the way down the hall from Malfoy's common room, he began to get a panic attack. What the hell had come over him? He had first made a move to hug the blond in thanks for taking care of him, albeit reluctantly, and then when Malfoy had become his usual stubborn self, thinking that Harry wanted to hit him or something, he kissed him instead.
Oh sure, Harry, why don't you make it even more obvious and ask him to go on a date?
He groaned, rubbing his temples as he made his way to his common room to get dressed and get his books together for classes. He didn't understand his body completely—or was it his mind?—in that he couldn't figure out why he was attracted to the blond. The question repeated in his mind constantly and he even denied it for a while. After the blow-job incident he tried to put the blame on the alcohol, even a little bit, but he wasn't drunk at all when he kissed him. So it was clearly obvious (to both him and Malfoy now) that he was interested in him.
But he couldn't possibly want Malfoy as a boyfriend? That was absurd! Ron and Hermione would confine him to St. Mungo's if he ever asked their opinion on that (not that he would—ever). He was definitely sure Malfoy wouldn't forget that. And now he realized that he had probably been attracted to the blond for some time, maybe even before he and Blake got together and just didn't realize it because of their past history. And how the hell would Malfoy act around him now?
TO BE CONTINUED…
Author's Note: I know you all are DYING for Malfoy's perspective. It's only in Harry's P.O.V. but Harry will start to figure the blond out. Also, some questions will be answered later on, fear not!
To Reviewers:
The Earth Mystic: Lol! Well…Blake's sort of understanding. He does get jealous easily. You got a little lost on Harry's bj for Malfoy? How so? If you could be a little more specific, I might be able to go in and make it more clear. Oh yes! I'm sure that would've been a wonderful scene for Malfoy to see Harry aroused during the massage. But I've got plans for them:-)
Pixie9: I assume that meant you liked it:-) Lol!
Jeje: Thank you!
Skittlelove: Sorry, tried not to make you wait too long since you said you were about to fall off the edge of your seat. Lol:-) That's a good sign though, for me anyway.
Inner Self: Thank you! Ah yes, outlines are the best:-)
Branwen777: Lol! Well…you don't really get to see Draco's reaction to the bj just yet, but you'll get answers to Draco's feelings soon enough!
Tiger Eye2: Thanks, I'm so glad you liked it! I know you're probably dying for more Draco/Harry stuff; it'll come soon, promise! Hints? Hmm…I suppose you shouldn't forget about Rita Skeeter. :-)
DestinyEntwinements: Yep, he sure will! Lol! You won't get to know his feelings on it till later, but until then Harry will begin to figure the blond out!
Kin Pandun: Oh good, I'm glad you're still enjoying this even if you like Harry being dominant. Sorry that it's not the case, but at least he's not girly or anything. :-)
Cuteandnice: Well, I'm sorry to disappoint a little but this is all in Harry's P.O.V. He will, however, begin to figure some things out about the blond and his feelings. So you will get some answers to what Draco is feeling, but it won't be till later on. Unfortunately, the two are still on a bumpy road to getting together. It takes a bit of time, but I promise you won't have to wait too long.
wIthOUt A nAmE: Hey, sorry to disappoint but everything's from Harry's P.O.V. I don't like switching perspectives and I feel like that'd take away some of Draco's mystery. However, Harry will begin to figure things out about the blond and later some answers about Draco's feelings will be revealed. :-)
C.Khafre: Yay for outlines:-) Yes, I know it seems like Harry's doing most of the work, but that's because he's already figured out his feelings. Draco's a little more stubborn and it'd be too "easy" for him to just react gently to all of this. But don't worry, Harry's working on opening him up.
Erica: Thanks very much! I'm glad you're enjoying it so far. Yeah, I know what you mean about Harry and Draco not usually being in canon. I think it's because it is really hard to pair them together, you know? Being since the blond is so stubborn. But I know a way:-)
Tgkur: I know you didn't get to see much of Draco's reaction, but more will be revealed about his feelings later on. Thanks so much for that compliment! It took me a LONG time to learn how to make good chapters with an outline though. So don't sell yourself short, I'm sure you can do it. :-) Cute bunny-design! It is a bunny, right? O.o
Dragenphly: I'm glad you liked this! I do understand what you mean about moving a little fast. You see, sometimes you can't always believe what the character's thinking. You know, a false narrative or whatever it's called. Harry is just coming to terms with his sexuality and sexual feelings in general so he doesn't really know for sure what he's ready for and what he's not. The alcohol lowered his inhibitions and gave him the courage to seek out the desire his body was ready for. However, his mind still needs to catch up. I promise their relationship WILL NOT be based on sex or anything. There is much more to that and it won't just come like that:-)
GreenEyedCatDragon: Lol! Yeah, I guess it's not exactly expected. And I know you don't really get Draco's P.O.V. but you'll understand his feelings more later on, even dealing with the blow-job.
Meka: Lol! Yes, we can always count on Draco being sarcastic, can't we? I know, you're disappointed that Harry didn't go all the way, but he wasn't ready. Have no fear, it will come eventually:-)
Mrs-tw: Thank you! I know you didn't really get to see how Draco reacted to the blow-job right after it happened, but you'll understand Draco's feelings later on once Harry starts to figure him out. :-)
Kayla: Thanks! I'm so glad you're enjoying this so far! Yes, I know they've been drunk almost every single time, but it's hard to put the canon-characters of them together, you know? Both of them are stubborn, especially Draco and it won't just happen in a snap. The alcohol is what lowers their inhibitions and allows them to go with their instincts and attraction for each other, even if they don't realize the attraction consciously. But don't worry, the alcohol is becoming less and less of a role as the story moves on. :-)