Captivation
Chapter 11: Confession
Harry nervously approached the common room before breakfast. If he was lucky, Blake would still be there. It was his last day there and Harry didn't want to leave things on bad terms. Blake really was a good friend and Harry felt bad that he hadn't realized his attraction to Malfoy earlier. Harry entered the room and saw a girl brushing her hair in the chair. It was Dahlia (if he remembered correctly), Ambreen's friend.
"Oh hi Harry!" she smiled brightly, blushing a bit.
"Hi, Dahlia right?"
"Yeah," she giggled, cocking her head. "What are you doing here?"
"Actually, I was wondering if Blake was in his room. I need to talk to him."
"I think so. I didn't see him leave, but then again I wasn't really paying attention," she smiled softly. "You can go check. His room is O5."
"Thanks," Harry nodded, walking toward the stairs.
He found the room easily and knocked a couple times. Seconds later, the door opened and Blake stared at him. His eyes instantly narrowed but Harry quickly held up a hand.
"Please, can I talk to you for a second?" he asked gently.
Blake's glare remained harsh, but he stepped aside so Harry could enter. Once the door shut, Blake went back to his bed and began to pack up his things.
"Are you leaving now?" Harry asked.
"In about twenty minutes the flying car will be here to pick me up," he said, throwing other things inside.
"Oh…Listen, Blake. I really don't know how to apologize or make things better, but I didn't want to leave things between us like this," Harry said honestly.
Blake threw something harshly into the trunk and wheeled around, crossing his arms angrily.
"I get it, Harry. You like Draco. You know, you could've just told me instead of having me find out afterward. And it especially pissed me off when you didn't let me know about the blow-job. If it was such an accident then why didn't you tell me, huh?" he asked.
"I know, it was stupid of me to hide it from you. I just wanted to forget it ever happened," Harry said, sighing. "I mean…I really don't know if I like Malfoy or not. He's attractive, yes, but so are you. I honestly don't know what happened that night and I know it's not an excuse," Harry said quickly. "I just…I really did like you, Blake. It wasn't that at all. And it wasn't that I was replacing you with Malfoy. I was thinking about it recently and maybe…maybe I've liked Draco longer than I care to admit. It's…disturbing in some ways because, well, we've always hated each other. But, I didn't want you to think that we broke up because of him."
Blake inhaled deeply, still looking a bit angry but he uncrossed his arms. "So, what exactly is it about him that you're attracted to, besides his looks?"
Harry shrugged. "It's certainly not for his charming personality," Harry said dryly. "Er…I wonder if maybe I'm sympathizing with him."
"Over what?" Blake asked curiously.
"Well…he and I both had run-ins with Voldemort directly," Harry said, as Blake winced. "Oh, sorry. I keep forgetting people still aren't ready to say his name."
Blake just shrugged it off. "No worries. I did hear a rumor about Malfoy's father being a servant or whatever. Is that true?"
"Yeah," Harry answered. "I don't know…I mean, Draco's not evil in that he doesn't have the Dark Mark and he's not anything like his father, but I just wonder how much pressure his father put on him. Draco and I never got along I think because I…,"Harry paused for a second.
"He asked me to be his friend when we were eleven and I declined and I think perhaps he's still holding that against me, subconsciously at least. I think that the reason things are changing between us is because we're in a different environment now—a smaller school and studying the thing we both love, not to mention we're on the same team—and now I'm finally getting to know him. Once you get past some of his defenses I guess you can tell that he can be understanding. I never gave him a chance before…"
Blake sighed heavily and leaned up against the bed post. "Look, Harry, it's really not my place to tell you who you should date or not. I just got jealous because it was pretty sudden, I mean you getting with him and all."
"We're not together, Blake. And I understand your jealousy. Everyone's allowed to get jealous, but…did you have to hurt him like that?"
Snorting, Blake shook his head. "I reacted, alright. I was a bit drunk after all."
"When did you hit him?" Harry asked gently.
"It was before I confronted you about the blow-job. After he told me the truth because of the Veritaserum I put in his drink, I reacted and just began punching the hell out of him. But you know, he's pretty strong," Blake let a small grin show. "I got a few good punches in before he elbowed me in the stomach and knocked the wind out of me. Then he disappeared. It wasn't like I meant to really hurt him, I was just angry and confused, you know?"
Harry nodded and approached him slowly. "I do understand. I've been confused for a long time too, especially over my feelings. I think I'm beginning to understand them a bit now. And if it makes you feel better, Draco's fine. He's been putting some sort of cream over the bruises to hide them and he seemed more angry at me than you."
Blake raised an eyebrow. "That's hard to believe."
"It's true," Harry shrugged. "He thought I planned the whole thing out, you know…the blow-job and everything just to get you pissed off at him. I told him that wasn't true at all so he knows the truth. And I think he's over it."
"Does he like you back?"
Harry glanced up at the older boy, surprised. He really hadn't thought on that much. His assumption would be no, but it was hard to read the blond since he hardly ever opened up. Blake tilted his head curiously then closed the distance between them and put a hand on Harry's face.
"You should find that out then, if you think you like him," Blake said gently, cupping Harry's cheek. "I'm jealous now, but I know that you're not mine. You're an individual and I don't want you to be stuck with me when you like someone else more. After all, it is your life and…well, I know we agreed this was temporary and just experimentation in the first place but I think I got carried away with you being my boyfriend. I forgot about that agreement and kind of got possessive over you. I'm sure once I go to this new place I'll get over my jealousy," he grinned, stroking Harry's cheek gently. "Of course I'll have to brag about you."
Harry reached up a hand and touched Blake's. "Thanks for being so understanding, Blake. I'm really sorry I upset you. So…we're still friends?"
"Of course," Blake smiled, leaning down.
Harry's heart jumped in his throat for a second but Blake kissed his cheek softly. Harry smiled up at him gently.
"Good luck with your trip. Owl me once you get settled, alright?"
"You bet," Blake winked. "Don't get yourself into trouble now. Oh, and I hope you're feeling better."
Harry stared at him puzzled and Blake explained: "Tavis told me that your teachers were owled and told you were sick. He said something about you not even coming out of your room for a couple of days. Must've been pretty bad."
Harry forced a smile. "Er…it was. I could hardly move, but I'm all better now," he said. He felt rather grateful that Draco went through all that trouble to make sure no one got suspicious. "And I'll tell you any good stories that happen here."
"Good," Blake grinned as he pulled him in for a hug.
Harry embraced him back and then they parted. He gave Blake another smile as he headed for the door.
"Oh Harry?" Blake questioned as he turned around. "If Draco's being stubborn and won't open up to you, maybe you should use Veritaserum. It worked for me," he grinned slyly.
Harry glanced at him surprised and then nodded. "Thanks. Goodbye."
"Bye," Blake waved before turning back around.
Harry left the room and went out into the hall lost in thought. He couldn't possibly use Veritaserum…it would be wrong. No doubt Draco would never want to speak to him again, but then again maybe it was the only way to know if Draco liked him at all. After all, the blond was incredibly stubborn and didn't open up to anyone. Harry would always be wondering how he felt unless he forced the blond to start opening up. It was wrong, but now he was too tempted. He wanted to know what Draco thought about the kiss and whether or not he had any feelings for Harry.
The rest of the day Harry debated with his conscience whether or not he should risk it. Before he knew it, however, by dinner time Harry asked Tavis where they got Veritaserum for the Entranced or Cursed games. The boy revealed that there was a special room on the second floor—a secret room that they could get it from when they needed it. And Harry knew exactly what that room was: a Room of Requirement. There had been one at Hogwarts too. That was how Draco had let the Death Eaters inside…
Harry shook his head of those thoughts as he walked down the hall of the second floor. It was still dinner time and Harry knew it was around somewhere. Tavis wasn't sure of the exact location, but Harry was used to finding things on his own. He pressed his hands up against various walls wishing desperately. For about ten minutes he wandered all around wondering if perhaps Tavis was mistaken on the floor number. Then he found a wall nearby a portrait of the founder of the school (he was gone from the painting at the moment but Harry had noticed it before). When he thought about how much he wanted that Veritaserum, the wall suddenly opened before him.
When he stepped inside he saw it was a potions room with shelves full of various vials. Immediately, he began searching until he found the shelf for Veritaserum. He grabbed a vial and hurried out of there with it hidden in his robe. He didn't even go down for the rest of dinner. He went in his room and began pacing while the vial sat idly on the desk. If he was going to go through with it, he needed a plan. He needed Draco to be sober so that he wouldn't pass out or become disoriented. At the same time he'd have to find a drink to slip it into. An idea suddenly struck him. It would be a bit difficult but if he managed it Draco would have no reason for suspicion.
The next morning came and Harry went over the plan in his head again and again. He made sure not to look at the blond at all during class or in the dining hall. Once dinner came, Harry was incredibly nervous; his hands were clammy and he knew that one small error in it could lead to a very angry Draco and most likely getting hexed. This had to be done right. His plan was only to put three drops in Malfoy's drink—that would allow the potion to last up to twenty minutes. Draco walked in and Harry felt for the vial which sat in his pocket. He waited until Malfoy began piling food onto his plate before he got up and approached him.
Malfoy was distracted with taking a bite so he didn't notice Harry's presence until he sat down next to him. The blond looked at him with his usual cool expression, hiding any thoughts.
"What do you want Potter?" he drawled, taking a sip of his drink.
Harry stared at the drink then at him. "Er, I was wondering if we could talk privately after dinner."
Malfoy stared at him indifferently. "We have nothing to talk about."
Harry gave him a look. "It'll just be for a minute."
"Well get it over with now," Malfoy said, taking a bite.
"What about the word 'private' don't you understand?" Harry quipped sarcastically.
"Potter, I'm very busy and I wasn't pleased that I had to wash my sheets twice with a cleansing spell so stop wasting—"
"I'll tell Niall about the accident if you don't agree," Harry threatened suddenly. Threatening hadn't been a part of his plan, but Malfoy was really pissing him off.
Malfoy's expression darkened and he leaned forward, glaring intensely. "Fine, Potter. I'll talk with you for one minute after dinner then for the rest of the year stay out of my face."
Harry nodded, inwardly fuming at the blond's irritating stubbornness. "So where should we meet?"
Draco took a sip of his drink again but didn't look at him. "We can meet in the library. No body will be there after dinner."
"Right," Harry nodded. "Oh, erm I think that girl was trying to get your attention."
Harry pointed and Malfoy's head turned instantly. Hurriedly, he uncorked the vial and dropped a few drops into the drink before jerking his hand back. Malfoy's eyes turned back to him and saw that his arm had moved, but Harry pretended to lean on his hand.
"I don't even know her, Potter," Malfoy said.
"Well it looked like she was pointing at you," Harry rolled his eyes. "Anyway, I'll talk to you after dinner then."
He got up slowly so as not to be suspicious and glanced over his shoulder to see the blond taking another sip of his drink. Then he began eating as if Harry hadn't even been there. His heart was racing, but he managed to calmly walk back to his seat. Thankfully, the dining hall wasn't that full yet since most people don't come right when dinner begins, usually but Harry was still afraid someone might have seen him drop something into Malfoy's drink.
As he looked around from his seat, however, everyone seemed to be lost in their own conversations. And unlike Hogwarts, the teachers didn't necessarily eat with the students. They could if they wanted to for there was a table for teachers, but it wasn't up front it was aligned with the other tables. It was still unnerving to wait even through dinner. Once it was over Harry hurried to the library wanting to be there early. Thankfully, Malfoy had been right about the library being empty. He sat at one of the tables where he could see the entrance and tapped his fingers anxiously.
"Alright, Potter, spit it out," Malfoy's voice came from nearby.
Harry turned to see him walking toward him and he stood up. "I just…well, first I wanted to apologize for, you know, kissing you without permission."
Malfoy crossed his arms and smirked widely. "Is that what this is? Some sort of guilt-release. Don't worry, Potter, I know how you Gryffindors are so over-sensitive. I didn't get the wrong impression. And now you've said your heart-warming apology," he drawled, turning around.
"You said something to me earlier," Harry said quickly, stopping him. "It was about…what happened a couple nights ago."
Malfoy turned around looking amused. "You can't even say it, Potter? You suck my dick and yet you can't even say the words 'blow-job' or oral sex?"
Clenching his fists, Harry's eyes narrowed. "Alright, about the blow-job. You said in the shower room that you…well, that you…e-enjoyed it but that if you had been more aware of yourself you would've stopped me," he said as Malfoy raised an eyebrow. "So…is that true?"
"Of cou…c-co…," Malfoy sputtered, putting a hand up to his mouth. His wide eyes gazed intensely at Harry, who stared back at him nervously. "Y-y-y…No!"
"No?" Harry asked wide-eyed, forgetting entirely about Malfoy's reddening face or how he was having issues getting the words out.
"What…," Malfoy breathed in deeply as his eyes practically glowed with anger. "What did you do to me Potter?" he spat.
"N-nothing," Harry stammered as Malfoy began approaching him quickly while pulling up his sleeves. "So you enjoyed the blow-job?"
"YES! N-n…POTTER!" Malfoy seethed with such anger. He waved his wand and it missed Harry, hitting one of the tables and knocking it over. "You put Veritaserum in my drink, didn't you?!" he shouted, rapidly trying to corner him as he started shooting hexes at him.
Harry ducked suddenly and shot his head up right after. "You weren't going to tell me the truth! You don't open up to anyone!"
"THAT'S HOW I AM!" Malfoy roared, pushing a chair out of the way as he chased after him. "I'm going to hex you into oblivion, Potter! And then I'm going to feed you Veritaserum and get all your deep dark secrets out in the open before I spread them around the school!"
"Malfoy, this is the only way to get to you open-up! I needed to know if…," Harry stopped as he jumped out of the way of a hex.
"I'm going to make sure Niall finds out!" Malfoy seethed, throwing another hex at him.
"You said you enjoyed it!" Harry exclaimed again.
"I was drunk!" Malfoy exclaimed, managing to knock him over with a simple leg-binding spell. "Anyone who was drunk would enjoy someone sucking them off, Potter! It's not hard to imagine!"
"What about the kiss?" Harry asked hurriedly as he scrambled to stand even as his legs felt like jello. "Did you enjoy the kiss last night?"
Malfoy's arm suddenly froze mid-air and his eyes widened. He tried to keep his mouth shut but for some reason he couldn't—the potion was making him talk. "Y…YES!" he screamed, inhaling with such fury Harry had to step back.
"You did?" Harry asked quietly, feeling something tingling in the pit of his stomach.
"Is that what this is Potter? An interrogation? Is this your way of trying to find a way for me to give you a compliment? To say that you're a great kisser or that you give good blow-jobs? And maybe you'd like to tell Rita Skee—"
"STOP IT!" Harry shouted, taking a step forward. "This isn't about the Daily Prophet. Nothing is going in the Daily Prophet! I just wanted to know if you like me!"
The blond stopped at least ten feet from him with his wand still pointed toward him. Harry thought at first he would curse him, but Malfoy remained still. Swallowing, Harry took another step forward.
"Do you…like me?"
The blond took in several deep breaths and his eyes narrowed. "No, Potter."
Harry felt his chest tighten uncomfortably. Malfoy didn't like him? He didn't…
"How could I possibly like you?" Malfoy seethed, glaring at him harshly. "You think you can try and get me to admit I like you? How pathetic! Not only do I hate you more than ever right now, but I'm going to tell you something else. The only reason I enjoyed what you did was because I was drunk! That's the only reason!"
Harry's mouth was slightly parted in surprise and on the inside he was feeling the burn of disappointment. Suddenly, he registered what Malfoy said even as the seething blond continued to glare at him.
"You weren't drunk when I kissed you!"
"Oh really?" Malfoy drawled. "I remember that it was a dare, Potter."
Harry's eyes narrowed. "You know that's not the kiss I'm talking about, Malfoy! The one I gave you last night! You already admitted you liked it. You're just…," Harry trailed off when he realized what happened.
Suddenly, a hex headed directly for him and Harry didn't react fast enough. He was thrown backward into one of the bookshelves and groaned in pain as he collided and slumped down to the floor. He winced, putting a hand on his sore lower back as Malfoy wheeled around and left the library. The potion had begun to wear off. Harry wasn't positive when it had happened, but he was quite sure Malfoy admitted to liking both the blow-job and kiss reluctantly, which meant it had been the truth. He had obviously not wanted to admit it even to himself, but now Harry knew he had at least enjoyed it.
However, when he asked if Malfoy liked him he wasn't positive but he thought perhaps the potion had worn off at that time. Had Malfoy been telling the truth about not liking him? Perhaps the blond was right and that the only reason he liked the blow-job was because he was drunk and he didn't care who was giving it to him. But then what about the kiss? Harry was positive he had asked him while still under the potion's effects if he liked the kiss he gave to the blond the other night. Now, thinking back he started to doubt if he had been that specific. He hated that he suddenly wasn't sure. It had just been a few minutes ago, but what if he had just asked about Malfoy enjoying a kiss with him? That could've meant the time when they were both drunk and Malfoy was dared to do it.
And now he didn't know what to think. It hadn't gone exactly how he imagined it. He was sure it was bluntly obvious that he liked the blond. Still, he wasn't sure how much he liked Malfoy. Then again, every time Harry had done something intimate with the blond Malfoy just assumed he was doing it to either spite him or embarrass him. Was the blond just not saying that he knew Harry liked him or was he still convinced it was all a plot to ruin his reputation?
Rubbing his sore arm and back, Harry headed out of the library to Quidditch practice. Unfortunately, he was going to have to face the blond again. He needed answers and trying to slip him Veritaserum wasn't going to work again so now Harry had to find another way. His only real option was to confront the blond and try to get him to reveal the truth without the help of the potion.
During Quidditch practice, he completely avoided Malfoy. It wasn't hard since they were still training intensely for the match with the Muteki school which was in three-and-a-half weeks. Harry found out Muteki (Japanese) meant "invincible" in English and as Captain Murdoch said they were as good as their name. When he got back to his room he was so tired he just collapsed without changing.
By the time he woke up the next morning it was already twenty minutes past eight, which meant breakfast had already begun. He hurried to get dressed and went into the dining hall. That's when he noticed that people were staring up at him quizzically, some surprised and others wore unpleasant expressions. Harry approached his table quickly and Tavis and the others glanced up at him.
"Why is everyone staring at me today?" Harry asked, dropping pieces of food on his plate.
"You haven't seen it yet?" Tavis asked, glancing at Liam and Nicholas then back at him. "Here."
Harry was handed something familiar and as his eyes glanced down at it, he nearly threw-up (but fortunately his stomach was empty).
Harry Potter—All Grown Up or Out of Control?
Harry Potter, the world's savior, has moved on to better things like the rest of us. He attends a private Quidditch academy: The Quidditch Academy of Scotland. Inside sources reveal that studying hasn't been the only thing on his mind. It appears that he has a growing intimacy with another boy. Whether this is a teenage phase or not has yet to be shown. Harry Potter has been intimate with an individual identified as Draco Malfoy--a Slytherin who graduated from Hogwarts in the same year. Not only is he a Slytherin, but his father is on trial in Azkaban for murder and being a willing servant of (the late) You-Know-Who. Sources reveal the two possibly have a more physical attraction rather than an actual relationship. Is this healthy in a teenage boy? Has the newfound freedom from the war led Harry Potter to teenage delinquency? This reporter will keep you posted!
Rita Skeeter
Harry's mouth was open so wide his jaw was beginning to hurt. Tavis, Liam, Nicholas, Ambreen and Lina were all watching him curiously. His stomach was churning so badly he began to feel nauseous.
"I can't…how did she…this isn't true!"
"Oy, don't worry about it mate," Liam said.
"Yeah, no body in their right mind ever believes Rita Skeeter. Everyone knows how she either exaggerates or makes things up completely," Ambreen spoke with bitterness and anger.
"She's probably just making this up because the Daily Prophet hasn't got any real stories as of late," Tavis said, shaking his head.
"Some people believe her!" Harry exclaimed. "But even if they don't, this is going around to the entire wizard world in Europe! Now not only will people come up and bother me for autographs but they'll be interrogating me about my orientation! UGH!" Harry groaned, hitting his head down on the table. "This can't possibly get worse."
"Uh, Harry…erm," Tavis began as Harry raised his head slowly.
The other boy looked slightly nervous but wasn't looking at him. Harry turned just in time to see Malfoy standing in back of him with clenched fists.
"Potter, I need to see you now!" he seethed.
Harry didn't want to make a commotion or draw people's attention on them (since everyone was probably reading the Daily Prophet at the moment), so he got up quickly and followed the blond out. He glanced over his shoulder at Tavis who looked worriedly at him before they went out into the hall. Immediately, Harry was shoved so hard into the wall it nearly knocked the wind out of him.
"I thought you said you weren't going to her, huh Potter?" Malfoy hissed, punching him across the face. "This was your whole plan, wasn't it?"
Harry blocked the next attack and kicked him in the stomach to push the blond away.
"Malfoy, it wasn't me it was Rita Skeeter!" he exclaimed.
"And how do you think she got the information?" Malfoy hissed, taking out his wand.
"She was spying on us!" Harry exclaimed quickly, backing away. "I swear I didn't go to her. When would I have had time?"
Malfoy was still glaring and was shakily pointing the wand at him. "Why the hell should I believe you?"
"She has a really small Animagus form: a beetle," Harry answered instantly. "And—"
"I know about her Animagus form!" Malfoy snapped. "What I don't understand is how she could've planned exactly the right spot at the right time to overhear us unless she had help!"
"She must've been hiding in the library the other night waiting for gossip. That's probably how she heard us."
Malfoy lowered his wand angrily. "And what are you going to do about this Potter?"
"Me? Why just me?"
"Because you were the one who gave me the potion!" he seethed, pointing a finger. "It's your fault she wrote this article!"
"You're the one who stupidly chose the library to meet in!" Harry countered angrily.
Malfoy pointed his wand in Harry's face again. "Don't test me!"
Harry glared at him, knowing that if Rita Skeeter was around there was a chance she'd find them (if she hadn't already). They needed to go to a safe place and there was only one place to go where she couldn't find them. Harry suddenly punched Malfoy in the face, knocking him backward. Then he dashed up the stairs toward the second floor, knowing the blond would follow him. He heard the blond a short distance behind as he ran down the hall. Once he got to the dead end where he was certain the Room of Requirement was, he wheeled around the see Malfoy approaching him with his wand pointed.
"Potter, I'm going to kill you!" Malfoy shouted, throwing a hex toward him.
Dodging out of the way, Harry held up his hand. "Stop, Malfoy! Magic can probably be detected by Niall. Do you want to get us thrown out?"
The blond glared at him intensely then put his wand away and lunged at him instead. Harry was shoved back into the wall and he nearly lost balance. He managed to block Malfoy's punch and threw him off. Then he charged at the blond, pushing him against the other wall.
A private place where we won't be seen or heard, Harry thought desperately.
Suddenly, the wall moved and Malfoy, who wasn't expecting it, fell into the passage way. Harry jumped in after and closed the room door.
"What's the idea Potter?" Malfoy snarled.
"I'm sure you're familiar with a Room of Requirement," Harry said as Malfoy's eyes narrowed coldly. "No one will find us in here so we can fight all we like!" Harry exclaimed, taking out his wand.
He threw a disarming spell at the blond who managed to dodge it. Malfoy whipped out his own wand and threw a mild curse at him. Harry ducked behind one of the couches in the room.
"This is what you wanted, wasn't it?" Malfoy shouted, throwing another hex toward him. "You want me to be utterly humiliated, don't you?"
"You think I enjoy it?" Harry retorted angrily. "I didn't ask for that article nor did I want it, Malfoy!"
"Who cares Potter!" Malfoy exclaimed, opening his arms carelessly. "It has happened and now everyone's going to think we're an item."
Harry bit his lip angrily. What was so bad about that? Okay, he knew how awkward it would be and how Malfoy was Slytherin and he was Gryffindor, but those were just stupid houses in their old school. They were older now and even Harry was willing to put the past behind but Malfoy still held grudges.
"So?" Harry countered.
The blond gave him an incredulous look then a sneer. "So? I don't want people thinking I have some obsession with the famous Harry Potter! I don't need that humiliation!"
"Humiliation?" Harry retorted angrily. "So I'm humiliating to be around?"
Malfoy snorted and shook his head exasperated. "I can't believe I fell for your stupid Veritaserum trick, Potter! Maybe this is what you deserve for trying to embarrass me!"
"STOP IT! I AM NOT LIKE THAT!" Harry bellowed. "I can't believe you're so blind! Do you really think that I'd go through all this trouble just to embarrass you? We're not kids anymore Malfoy! I don't know about you, but I've grown up!"
"Don't patronize me!" Malfoy snarled.
"SHUT UP!" Harry shouted, banging his fist on one of the tables. "How can you not see? Are you seriously that naïve?"
"Naïve? Who the hell do you think you are?" Malfoy spat out.
Without warning, Harry shot a disarming spell at him without saying it aloud. Although it wasn't as powerful when not said aloud, it did the trick. Malfoy's wand flew out of his hand and into Harry's. Angrily, Harry threw both their wands aside and lunged for him. Malfoy was ready and attacked him back. The two threw punches at each other and Harry was hit roughly in the face. Startled, he stumbled back a couple steps but Malfoy wasted no time. He kicked Harry in the chest and sent him sprawling backward. He hit the side of one of the tables and fell over. Malfoy grabbed him roughly by the shirt and threw him up against the wall. Harry knew he was going to have bruises on his back by the next day.
Breathing heavily, Harry glared at him as the blond pinned him up against the wall, much like he did the first time Harry had seen him in the school.
"Ever since I met you, Potter you've been nothing but a pain!" Malfoy hissed, holding him tightly. "And now you think you can come in and take my Seeker position, take my chance at fame and humiliate my name, as if you hadn't done that enough already!"
"Your father put that on himself! He worked for Volde—"
Malfoy shoved his fist into Harry's abdomen, causing him to gasp as the wind was knocked out of him. Then he clutched Harry's wrist again painfully to keep him still.
"I'm not talking about my father!" Malfoy exclaimed harshly.
Harry wheezed, still trying to catch his breath as Malfoy's face came closer. The blond was looking beyond pissed and if he hadn't punched him, Harry could've probably kicked him.
"I'm talking about me, Potter! How you became the center of attention at Hogwarts without doing anything! How you became Seeker when you were eleven, even though that's normally not allowed! And then you get into the Triwizard Tournament—"
"I brought back Cedric's dead body!" Harry shouted, starling Malfoy who looked taken aback. "Do you think I enjoyed that? Do you think I enjoyed all that attention and pressure I got from everyone? I didn't take your place in anything! And I didn't ask to be famous! And I'm not taking your fame away now either! My being here has nothing to do with how well you are in classes or out there with the team!"
Malfoy was breathing heavily, still seething as he glared at him from behind narrowed eyes.
"And I never planned to humiliate you, Malfoy. Sorry to break it to you, but I've left all of my grudges behind. I don't care what other people think of me or about your reputation. If you're really that blind maybe I should spell it out for you and get it in the open so I don't have to listen to you complain anymore!"
Malfoy's grip tightened. "Then go ahead, Potter? Tell me!"
"I will if you let me go!" Harry exclaimed.
Glaring at him harshly, Malfoy's expression darkened. "I don't think s—Uuuh!"
Malfoy groaned painfully as Harry's knee came up right between his legs, causing him to wince. His grip loosened and Harry suddenly decided to show him instead. While the blond was bending over a bit with one hand cupping his sore balls through his jeans, Harry reached out and grabbed Malfoy's head. The blond let out a snarl but Harry crushed his lips against the other boy's. It must've been a complete shock to the blond for he tripped over his own foot, stumbling backward and taking Harry with him. Thankfully, there was a couch nearby and Malfoy bumped into the back of it, which prevented him from falling over. When the blond gained his senses, even though he was probably still in a bit of pain, he pushed on Harry's chest breaking the kiss.
Malfoy wiped his lips with the back of his hand staring at Harry with both anger and confusion.
"What the hell was that for Potter?"
"Are you seriously that dense, Malfoy? Do you really think I'd just give a blow-job to anyone or kiss someone I don't like?"
Malfoy's eyes widened then both his eyebrows rose. "Potter…are you saying that you like me?"
Harry licked his dry lips nervously and shrugged. "I guess so."
Malfoy's lips curled into a smirk and Harry had the urge to punch him again. "So, that's what—"
"Oh shut up Malfoy! Stop with the attitude!" Harry retorted angrily. "That's why I used Veritaserum to get the truth out of you. You admitted to liking the kiss when you weren't drunk, I know it! And now that you're not under the potion's effects or drunk you're back to putting up that front you hide behind!"
Malfoy's eyes narrowed. "Don't act like you know me Potter! And I never admitted to liking your kiss! And again, Potter, with the blow-job I was drunk. If I would've known you were going to initiate oral sex I—"
Harry suddenly pointed a finger. "Ah ha! You admit it!"
Malfoy gave him a dark glare. "Admit what?"
"You just said you remember I initiated the blow-job. So you weren't drunk enough to not know entirely what was going on! Which means," Harry said, staring at him intensely, "that you could've stopped me if you wanted to."
"Please Potter! You think I like the idea of your mouth on my dick!" Malfoy glared. "I think you should stop thinking so highly of yourself! Obviously, it's confusing you."
"You're the one who won't admit anything without alcohol or Veritaserum!" Harry shouted back. "Maybe you do like me but you won't ever say it, even to yourself!"
Draco laughed harshly. "Like you? First off, Potter, where do you get the idea that I'm gay like you? Second, I wouldn't date you if the wor—"
Harry threw himself toward the blond, not waiting for him to finish his insult. He punched him in the side of the head and knocked him down. Malfoy kicked his leg, causing him to fall over. Harry struggled as Malfoy wrestled with him, trying to pin him to the floor. The blond punched him a couple times across his left cheek even as he used his weight to keep Harry's legs pinned. His arms were free, for the most part, so Harry tried to push him off.
Suddenly, Harry reached up a hand and grabbed Malfoy's hair roughly.
"LET GO!" Malfoy shouted.
The blond punched him with his left hand as his right gripped Harry's hand, trying to pry him off his hair. Harry winced, but suddenly pulled Malfoy's hair hard, tilting his head upward. The blond winced and fought now with both hands to try and pry his fingers off. That left Harry's upper body free from being pinned down. He raised his self up slightly and pulled on Malfoy's hair, getting the blond's face down toward his.
Malfoy made a pained sound in the back of his throat, still trying to pry the fingers off his hair. Harry pushed the blond down roughly. It was unexpected so Malfoy didn't prepare for it and with both of his hands trying to get Harry's out of his hair he couldn't prevent himself from toppling forward. With their bodies pressed up against each other's, Harry suddenly wrapped one arm around the back of Malfoy's neck and kept the other in his hair. Malfoy was now struggling, trying to get control of Harry's arms.
All the pent-up frustration and desire inside of him was suddenly released and before he knew it, Harry clashed their lips together fervently. He tilted his head, keeping his hand in Malfoy's hair as his lips passionately moved against the blond's. Harry thrust his tongue inside Malfoy's mouth, suddenly becoming more desperate from having to hold in his feelings, and as his tongue found Malfoy's the other boy began to react. A low groan was pulled from the back of the blond's throat and suddenly the two were kissing while their tongues clashed roughly.
The hand that was wrapped around the blond's neck pulled him closer as the passion began to build. His hand then draped down the blond's back and Harry felt an intense fluttering in the pit of his stomach. Heat was also rising in his groin and he knew he wanted to feel more. He was so caught up in the moment he hadn't even realized that they were fighting before or that it was Malfoy who apparently hated him. It just felt so good that Harry couldn't stop, but suddenly the blond broke away gasping for air.
The silver-grey eyes stared down at Harry looking a bit dazed and shocked. Then Malfoy hurled himself off of him quickly and wiped the back of his mouth again. Wordlessly, the blond's eyes narrowed then he wheeled around and walked out of the room. Harry slowly sat up and got to his feet. He fixed his robe then left the room as well, heading back toward the dining hall. Just as he suspected, Malfoy wasn't there. He had finally told the blond at least, though he wasn't sure that made him feel any better.
Even during Quidditch practice later that night, the blond ignored him as if he didn't exist. Harry didn't want to talk to him anyway. He felt rather embarrassed about admitting he liked him, initiating a very passionate kiss, then getting rejected (more or less). Still, maybe that meant now he could try and move on and find someone else. It seemed that Malfoy didn't really like him, but perhaps just enjoyed the intimacy. After all, what teenage boy didn't enjoy intimacy? Although he felt the pang of disappointment in his chest, Harry tried to ignore it. It wasn't as bad as when he had asked Cho out and had felt like he wanted to be swallowed whole.
Quidditch ended and Harry didn't stay to take a shower, in case Malfoy was there, and went straight to his room. Once he closed the door he threw off his shirt and headed toward his bed. The hairs on the back of his neck rose up suddenly and he turned around. There seemed to be no one there, but he knew this feeling all too well. He remembered it from when he sensed Sirius in his Animagus form during his third year. Trying not to dwell on his Godfather for the umpteenth time, Harry walked further into his room. The feeling became stronger and he knew for certain he wasn't alone.
He thought for a minute and suddenly it dawned on him. Rita Skeeter was probably in his room. He was sure she had ways of finding out where he slept. Anger boiled inside of him when he remembered Moaning Myrtle spying on him when he undressed. And he had almost undressed entirely just then. Thankfully, he was able to feel her presence since she wasn't dead. Pretending to get ready for bed, Harry transfigured a piece of parchment into a jar. He wasn't about to take off his pants, if the infuriating reporter was there, so he pretended to be practicing magic. Then he pretended to search through his clothes and look around the room. His eyes gazed over his walls and sheets. Suddenly, he stopped cold when his stomach flipped uncomfortably.
The feeling of being watched was very intense now and slowly he inclined his head toward his desk. He picked up his shirt and pretended to fold it and take it over to the desk. He set it down gently and let his eyes stray. His heart jumped when he saw a tiny beetle hiding behind one of his books. Harry pretended to be fiddling with some papers as he placed the jar down on the desk. Then without warning, he slammed it over the beetle, which rapidly tried to fly away. Harry waved his wand around the jar to prevent her from transforming back into human form.
"Got ya Rita!" Harry exclaimed, smirking. "Thanks for that article by the way. Too bad no one ever believes your stories since you're a sly, inconsiderate reporter. This is my private room you know where I undress. Gee, if anyone discovered you were spying on a teenage boy like that, how do you think your reputation would do? I could always give The Charmed Quill that interesting piece of information," he said, referring to a European newspaper even more popular than the Daily Prophet or The Quibbler.
The beetle just buzzed, but Harry got the impression she understood and hopefully wouldn't be writing another article again.
"I think I'll send you to Hermione again. I'm sure you enjoyed her company the last time you became too curious for your own good," Harry said, scribbling to Hermione on a piece of parchment.
Hermione,
I hope you're doing well. I am, but I'm sure you've seen the Daily Prophet. Another one of Rita Skeeter's pathetic attempts at ruining my life. Well, I found her in my room and threatened to tell the Quibbler that she was about to spy on a teenage boy getting undressed. Anyway, I caught her so I thought you'd like to give her a piece of your mind before letting her go somewhere far away. Thanks for this favor. I'm sorry to have to ask this of you. I just don't have time to deal with her right now. Talk to you soon.
Harry
Then Harry took the jar with him up to the Owlry. Hedwig was there dozing but Harry easily woke her up and gave her a scratch under her beak. Harry summoned a rope to tie the jar up good and then attach it around Hedwig's leg along with the letter. Hedwig flew off and Harry watched her go before he headed back to his room. It had been a very long day and Harry just wanted to get some sleep.
He wasn't sure how much he screwed things up with Malfoy, but perhaps it was better just to forget the blond entirely. In fact, he probably should've taken the blond's advice to ignore each other. Sighing heavily, Harry took off his pants and boxers, changed into new boxers and then slipped into bed. Staring up at the ceiling, he briefly wondered how Ron would react to the article. Would he believe it? It was ironic that most people probably wouldn't believe it, even though some would no doubt joke about it still, when it was actually very true. He didn't want to think about Ginny's reaction, however. Sighing, he closed his eyes hoping that his life wouldn't get any more complicated. No doubt it was going to be a long semester.
TO BE CONTINUED…