PissedOffEskimo
Pairing: HP/DM (graphic); HP/LM (non-con); HP/SS (implied)
Rating:R (Eventually)
Author's Note: After working through some tough writers block I'm over the rough patch and have seen the light in the form of a masturbation scene. Yes, it is official, Summer 3 will be the first of many to see the word 'penis.' I feel dirty.
Summer 2/Part B:
"Stop following me."
"I can't."
"Yes, you can."
"No, I can't."
"Yes, you can!"
"No, I can't!"
"Yes, you can!"
"No, I can't! Snape ordered me to stay with you and I'm not disobeying him because it bothers you." Draco couldn't help but feel that the fact it bothered him might have been something of an added incentive for obeying the Professor.
Turning around, Draco crossed his arms over his chest and stared down at the black haired boy in annoyance. Over the year, Harry had grown, but so had Draco and while their height difference was less Draco was still a good deal taller.
"What do I have to do to make you go away?"
Harry brightened some, "Talk to Snape?"
"…"
Harry's face darkened and he leaned against a wall, waiting. Finally, Draco started walking again. He'd been walking around the castle all afternoon, trying to find something to do and Harry had just followed with his hands clenched at his sides, stubbornly refusing to offer suggestions.
Three corridors later, Draco felt as if a vessel might have popped in his temple. "Stop it!"
Harry went past him, continuing down the corridor as if he hadn't heard. After a moment, Draco started walking again, staying behind Harry at first, to see where he was going, and then speeding up when he realized that he didn't like following nearly as much as he liked leading, even if he didn't know where he was going.
Draco suddenly stopped as he found himself standing in the entrance hall for the fifth time that day. "How the…?" but stopped himself when he remembered that Harry was standing there. It wouldn't do to look as if he hadn't known where he was going, especially when he realized that Harry didn't look in the least surprised.
He looked around, trying to decide what he wanted to do. He could always go down to the dungeons, but Snape had said he would be there all day working on his research and that he didn't want to be disturbed. Somehow, Draco figured that his coming in and looking for something to entertain himself would count as a 'disturbance.'
Looking around again, he eyed the great, large doors leading outside and nodded to himself. At least outside it was easier to tell if you were going in circles. Besides, if Potter weren't allowed to go off on his own, perhaps this time they could actually make it to the broom shed.
Opening the door, he started out before he realized that Potter was still standing next to the stairs and not moving to follow him. In fact, he looked vaguely smug. Draco cocked an eyebrow suspiciously. "What are you doing? I thought you were supposed to follow me."
"Yes, but I'm not allowed to go outside, either. Don't let that stop you, though."
Bloody Snape, he'd finally found something he needed Potter for and it contradicted one of his bloody rules. With a huff, Draco threw shut the door. After an hour walking around the perimeter of the castle, trying to find something to amuse himself, he gave up and headed back towards and entrance.
It really wasn't fair at all. Not that he wanted to be alone in particular, it was a great expanse of a castle, larger even than Malfoy Manor, no matter how much he hated to admit it. Left alone, he'd probably get lost and then someone would have to come find him and he'd have to admit that he was lost. It was more the idea that he couldn't be alone that bothered him the most. Well, not unless he left the castle, but what if it was raining when he decided he wanted to be alone?
Sitting outside the door, Draco put his chin in his hands and looked out over the grassy plane, trying to waste time before going back inside so that it wouldn't look as if he were hopelessly bored on his own. The only interesting thing he could think of to do was get Harry in trouble, but the only good idea he could come up with so far was making Harry break into the broom shed, but that wouldn't work if Harry weren't allowed to leave the castle. Of course, getting him to leave the castle altogether was another way to get him in trouble, but he wasn't quite sure how he was going to go about that, yet.
Getting off the step, Draco swiped at his backside, making sure there wasn't any dirt on him before he headed inside. He'd figure something out, it was just going to take longer than he'd thought.
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Draco had been raised under the strictest code of etiquette and, not surprisingly, among those was had been to always eat everything that was put in front of him, never ask for more, never eat with his hands, no matter how practical it may seem, keep his elbows off the table and his feet on the floor, and never be so goush as to add anything to the food. His parents had always led by example and when they had eaten out, or gone to functions it was with the highest of wizarding society and so it wasn't very surprising that Draco had never been around anyone who broke those rules. Until last summer.
It had been more than just unsettling when Harry had ordered something called fish sticks instead of eating the Halibut in cream sauce and he'd been horrified when Harry had not only poured a sweet smelling red sauce on top of it, but picked up each stick with his hands and then licked his fingers when he was finished. The little barbarian hadn't even unfolding his napkin! It had been… traumatizing, which was the excuse Draco was using for having forgotten all about it until three nights ago when he'd sat down to a lovely meal of chicken in a thick portabella mushroom glaze and seen something that he vaguely recalled Harry having referred to as a grilled cheese sandwich. And while Draco wasn't entirely sure what a grilled cheese sandwich was, he was fairly certain it wasn't meant to have catsup on it.
Then, as if that hadn't been bad enough, Harry had crossed his legs in his chair, leaned with his elbows on the table, and slouched! It was unthinkable! It's was disgusting! It was… curious, which was probably the worst of it. There was a part of him that perpetually asked whether it tasting as disgusting as it looked or as good as Harry made it seem. Of course, he wasn't about to try it. No self respecting Malfoy ate anything with his hands and certainly nothing called fish sticks or grilled cheese sandwiches.Potter's bad habits were not the only thing bothering Draco, however, because he still had yet to come up with anything that would get Harry in any real trouble. Oh, he'd discovered the other morning that if he snuck back in the room after Harry cleaned it and undid the bed, even in the slightest, Snape would spend half an hour lecturing Harry, but that was hardly what he had been going for. No, Snape lecturing someone was amusing, but not nearly so much as when he lost his temper and went red in the face and choked on what he was saying.
He'd thought that if could get Harry out of the castle there were several things that would more than likely achieve such an effect, like flying. He was fairly certain that Snape would blow his calm if he found Harry had broken into the broom shed, or even the greenhouse. Draco vividly remembered his father caning him for sneaking into theirs, telling him that it was for his own good and that many of the magical plants there were deadly.
However, Harry didn't seem likely to leave the castle. In fact, he seemed perfectly content, if a little annoyed at times, to follow Draco around and when Draco did something like going outside he looked just as happy to sit on the stairs inside the door and wait. It was infuriating and it was boring, but there wasn't very much he could do about it.
Looking down at the chessboard he moved his pawn forward and took another look around the room while he waited for Harry to make his move. Snape had said he was going to be in his workroom all afternoon and that he wasn't to be bothered unless one of them was afflicted with a mortal wound. Draco had considered interrupting him and blaming it on Harry, but he wasn't sure what Snape was working on and some potions were very volatile in certain stages. So, since he didn't fancy being blown up, or otherwise injured, he'd decided against it.
Harry moved his knight and Draco quickly checked him and went back to thinking. He could always riffle through Snape's desk and say Harry had done it, but then what would he say he'd been looking for? Or he could break something, but the few glass objects there were around the room were either unmarked potions, or priceless artifacts and he wasn't brave enough to touch something when he didn't know what it might do.
If only Snape left things out that he could identify, like Potions ingredients. Draco had read loads of books on potions and even if he'd never made anything more complicated than something to change his hair blue, he knew he could do it, or was fairly sure that he could. But Snape didn't leave potions ingredients lying around, he kept them locked up in his storeroom, wherever that was.
Harry had just reached over to move his queen, which would leave him open for a check mate, when an idea struck Draco so suddenly that he couldn't even suppress his cry of, "Ah ha!"
The dark haired boy's hand jumped back from the chessboard; as if he thought he'd been about to do something wrong and he stared at Draco with apprehensive eyes. "What do you mean 'ah ha'?"
Draco smirked, knowing full well that the expression infuriated Harry. "I'm bored."
Harry narrowed his eyes, "And?"
"I want to break into Snape's storeroom."
The green eyes went impossibly wide. "Why would you want to do that?"
"I want to make something."
"Are you mad? Do you have any idea how angry he'll be if you go poking around his storeroom?"
Draco pretended to think for a moment, "Yes, and I'm rather looking forward to it." He stood up and went over to Snape's desk, picking up one of the potion's manuals and sitting in the stiff backed chair to flip through it. "I'm fairly good at potions, actually, so I'm pretty sure I can suss something out. How would you feel about… oh, no, that's no good… that's just gross… you can do that? Here we are! Ignisefflo three drops of this and you'll be breathing fire for half an hour. And it's easy, all we need is…"
"I'll go outside."
Draco tilted his eyes to look at Harry over the rim of the book, but didn't put it down. "What was that?"
"This is some stupid scheme to get me into trouble, like messing the room up when I wasn't looking, right?" Draco didn't answer, but apparently, Harry didn't need him to. "So, fine, I'll go along, but not his storeroom. I rather fancy the idea of surviving the summer, if you don't mind."
It hadn't occurred to Draco that Harry knew what he was up to; he hadn't thought he was that transparent. Not that it mattered, except that Harry willingly getting himself into trouble wasn't nearly as much fun. Biting his lip behind the book so that Harry couldn't see the undignified gesture, he finally decided that having company outside was far too appealing to pass up.
Shutting the book, he set it on the desk and stood up, "All right, let's go."
Harry relaxed, heaving a relieved sigh before pulling his shoes on and following him out the door. Draco decided it was a lovely day the moment they stepped outside. It was warm, but breezy, and the sun was hiding behind bright white clouds. Perfect conditions for flying, assuming they were successful in breaking into the broom shed… which they weren't, but it had been an admirable try.
"Now what?" Harry sat on the grass next to the still locked door and Draco was sorely tempted to join him, except that Malfoys don't sit on the ground.
"Now, we think of something else to do."
Harry tilted his head up at the sky and smiled a little and Draco was struck by how genuine it was. He didn't think he'd ever seen anyone as genuine as Harry and he was fairly sure that was what bothered him the most about the other boy. "There's a tree that attacks people."
"Can we attack it back?"
"Not and do any damage, I don't think. It's a rather large tree."
"Then no. Think of something else."
Harry looked around the pitch. "We could go swimming in the lake. Snape hates it when I come in dirty, so I bet he wouldn't be keen on soaking wet."
It was appealing, but… "Then I'd have go too, and my robes would be absolutely ruined. No, keep thinking."
"We could see if Hagrid left Fang behind and go into the Forbidden Forest."
"Isn't that a bit dangerous?"
"It's broad daylight, so as long as we don't go too far in we'd be safe."
It was a thought. "How much trouble would that get you in?"
"If I lead the way, you can say I took you and that will probably get me grounded until the start of term." After a moment, he nodded his consent and Harry stood up, leading the way across the grounds yet again. As they trudged towards the groundskeeper's hut, Draco was struck by the very odd realization that having Harry help get himself into trouble hadn't taken any of the fun out of it at all, so far. In fact, it was kind of nice to have someone intelligent to plot with. Usually, he was stuck with Crabbe and Goyle and they couldn't string together a proper thought that didn't involve food, let alone give him intelligent feedback.
Harry stopped and Draco almost ran into him, having lost himself in his train of thought. They were standing outside the dirty little cottage and he waited while Harry opened the door, bringing out a very large boarhound, "This is Fang, he has a great sense of danger."
Harry patted the dog's head and Draco cringed as the beast began licking the other boy, large tongue drooling all over his hand. It was disgusting, it was undignified, it was… unsanitary.
"Are you going to lead us into the forest, or should I go back and start gathering ingredients?"
Frowning, Harry took Fang's collar and started walking to a small path in the dense trees. It was very dark in the forest, despite it being mid-afternoon and Draco wondered if this had been such a good idea, after all. Of course, he couldn't voice that, it wouldn't do to look like a coward, but it wasn't a bad idea to be cautious.
"Potter, you said the dog could sense danger?"
Harry nodded mutely, looking around at the tall trees above them and then the dark forest ahead as they followed a little path through the forest.
"How will we know when he senses it?"
"If he smells something, he'll start to whine. If it's dangerous, he'll run."
"He'll attack?"
"Oh, no, Fang's a bloody of coward, he'll take the fastest way out of the forest."
Draco came to an abrupt halt. "He'll run? How does his running help us if there's danger!"
Harry made hushing noises and lowered his voice, "If Fang runs, I'm going to follow. I'd suggest you do the same."
As if on cue, Fang stopped moving and crouched down defensively. A moment later, he let out a high-pitched whine. Draco wasn't entirely sure what he should be doing, but Harry had stepped closer to the dog, so he opted to follow.
Fang didn't move, but kept whining, as if he wasn't sure what he was smelling and Draco was about to suggest they turn back around, bravery be damned, when Harry did it for him. "Let's go back. I reckon this'll get me in loads of trouble, anyway."
Fang sat up suddenly and turned around, wagging his tail at something behind them.
"Indeed it will, Mr. Potter."
Snape had found them, and despite the fact that getting Harry into trouble had been his idea and despite the fact that he knew he would not be the one getting yelled at, he cringed.
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