PissedOffEskimo
Pairing: HP/DM (graphic); HP/GW (mild); HP/LM (non-con); HP/SS (implied)
Rating: R (Finally)
Author's Note: A day late, which I apologise for, but I was in shock. Joss Whedon (writer for Buffy,Angel,Firefly/Serenity) is a god.
Summer 3: Part D
It wasn't until Harry had finished marking the second week off his calendar that he realised how long the month was going to be. He remembered once, when he'd gotten in trouble for what he now knew was wild magic and Uncle Vernon had locked him in his cupboard for an entire month, only letting him out to go to the bathroom and to do chores. He hadn't even had the broken soldiers back then, all he'd been able to do was stare at the spiders and watch shadows pass under his door. Compared to this, that had been a picnic. Despite the fact that he hated the looks of disappointment on McGonagall and Dumbledore's faces when he got into trouble, he actively considered doing something that would piss Snape off enough to lock him back in the store room. At least then he'd have some peace and quiet.
"What are you doing, Potter?"
Harry looked over and saw Draco standing in the doorway to the bedroom. "Why do you care, Malfoy?"
"I don't, only you've been staring at that bloody calendar for the past two minutes. Is there anything interesting on it?" Draco stepped forward and leaned over, pushing Harry aside with his shoulder. "As I expected, absolutely nothing. You're so boring."
Harry felt his face flush in annoyance. He set down his quill, got up from the desk and moved to his trunk. Draco threw himself down on the bed and sighed, "I'm bored, Potter. Think of something to do."
"I already have."
The blonde sat up quickly, "What?"
"I'm going to the tower to see Hedwig and then I'm going to the library to do my homework."
"You're always doing your homework. I don't see how you could possible have any left."
In truth, he didn't. He'd finished it before Draco even arrived, but of the five times he'd gone to the library, the Slytherin had followed him in only once and even then he'd left quickly. It was like a sanctuary; a very dusty, silent one, but it was all the same to him.
Draco frowned as Harry pulled on his socks and shoes. "And what is it with you and that owl. I swear, it's every other day with you up there and I'm either stuck here alone or listening to you coo over a… bird. Not like she ever brings you anything, anyway."
"Shut it, Malfoy." It was true, besides his birthday, Hedwig hadn't brought him so much as a letter from any of his friends, just the usual questions from McGonagall; was he behaving, had Snape abused him in any way or gotten out of line, had he finished his homework, was he having fun…?
Harry bit his tongue to keep from saying anything as Draco followed him out of the room and through the halls of the dungeon, "We could go to the field and you could let me fly your Nimbus 2000."
"For the tenth time, no."
Scoffing, Draco shoved his hands in his pockets, "I haven't asked ten times, Potter."
Without turning around, Harry shrugged, "Fine, then - for the sixth time, no. You are not touching anything of mine, especially not my broom. You'd probably just break it to get even with me for god-knows-what."
"That's not true, I'd know exactly what I was getting even with you for."
Harry rolled his eyes and started up the winding stairs to the Owlery. He could not possibly comprehend how one person could be such a complete and utter arse. All he ever did was talk down to people and treat them like dirt. Back when they'd first met, Harry had thought that maybe it was just him. Maybe something about Harry just rubbed Draco the wrong way, because something about Draco sure as hell pissed off Harry.
However, it hadn't taken him long to realise during their first year at school that Draco just simply treated everyone like that. The blond Slytherin was a prat, through and through. There was nothing more to it. Harry had eventually decided that he had dealt with his cousin for eight years and he could very well deal with Malfoy. The key was to have as little contact as possible.
"Potter."
If only that were as easy as it sounded. "What, Malfoy?"
"I want to do something."
"Well, don't let me stop you. Go do it."
"Come on, Potter, you have weeks to finish whatever's left of your homework. If you agree to come with me to the Pitch I'll break into the ball crate and we can chase the snitch."
Opening the door to the Owlery, Harry stepped in and looked around for Hedwig, finding her on her usual perch at the far side. "And if we get caught, which we will, Snape'll blame it on me."
Harry walked quickly across the room to where Hedwig was perched and reached a hand out, stroking her feathers. "Morning, girl, are you doing alright?" He ignored Draco's snort from the other side of the room. "I brought you a treat."
After a few minutes watching Hedwig eat out of his palm, Harry wiped his hand on his trousers and turned around. "I'm going to library now."
Without waiting for a response, he brushed past the annoyed Slytherin and headed down the stairs. Part of him had hoped that his dismissive tone would put Draco off following him; the other part knew that it wasn't likely and the sound of footsteps close behind him confirmed it. Maybe if he picked a particularly tedious subject and read some of the material out loud, Draco would leave.
Madame Pince had been loathed to leave the library doors unlocked, so instead of giving all and sundry access to her precious books, she'd given Harry the password and told him to guard it well with a few stern finger wags to help get her point across. As if Harry could think of anyone who would try and steal the password to a library. They were only books, after all.
"Studious." He tapped the knob with his wand and it creaked open, giving way to the cavernous, echoing chamber. During the school year it wasn't nearly this bad, even at night it seemed to have life in it, but in the dead of summer with only four or five people in the entire castle it was like a tomb.
Half closing the door behind him, Harry went in search of the dullest, most mind-numbing volume he could find. Hm, dragons were too interesting; in fact the entire section on magical animals was probably well out of range for the kind of boring that he was looking for. What he needed was something that would read like a textbook, something bland with no spice, something…
"Potter."
"What!"
Draco came around the corner, "What are you looking at?"
Harry looked up at the row of books in front of him,"History of Wizard and Muggle relations." That would do, actually. If there was one thing Malfoy hated it was muggles and the wizards who voluntarily dealt with them.
Draco's eyes narrowed suspiciously, "What for?"
"…" Shit. Shit, shit, oh! "Witch burning essay."
"Witch burning is one the primary examples of why muggles should be under our thumbs."
Harry grabbed a random book and pretended to flip through it. "It was harmless; Malfoy, no witch or wizard was ever actually burned."
"Oh, no, of course not, we're too smart for that, but it's the intent that matters, Potter. They were trying to kill us."
Rolling his eyes, Harry sat at a table and went about trying to pretend he was interested in what he was reading. It didn't take him long to realise that even if he had been working on his witch burning essay, this book would not have helped. It seemed to focus more on how to interact with muggles without attracting too much attention. Looking back at the index, Harry had to bite down a chuckle at the chapter titled 'Movies: Why they move and why you shouldn't talk to one.'
Draco had wandered off at some point, but Harry could still hear him moving around the library. After several minutes, in which Harry began to actually enjoy certain portions of the book, Draco returned, "Potter, can you get into the restricted section?"
Harry looked up, "Why?"
Sitting down on the table, Draco grinned, "If I'm to be stuck in the library with you, I might as well be doing something interesting."
"You don't have to be stuck anywhere with me."
"No, I suppose I could always just go back to wondering around the deserted castle, or watching Snape trying to brew a potion, couldn't I?" When Harry didn't respond, Draco sneered, "Come on, Potter, I'm your guest, you have to entertain me."
Harry flipped the page obstinately, still refusing to look up and Draco sighed, "Fine, what will it take to get you pull your nose out of those dusty books for one afternoon?"
Looking up, Harry narrowed his eyes suspiciously, Draco, no matter how bored, had never stooped so low as to genuinely ask Harry what he wanted to do. He'd always simply ordered him around. Slowly, Harry closed the book and bit his lip, "Well, I suppose if you'd stop bothering me about using my broom I could be up for some flying."
Then, Draco did something that Harry could never have prepared himself for. He smiled; not a sneer, or a smirk, or any of the other sarcastic gestures that he was known for, but smiled. It made his face light up and his grey, normally stormy eyes shine brightly in the dim light of the library.
Harry felt his cheeks flush and he looked down quickly, closing the book and pretending to look around for anything he might have missed while the heat crept out of his face. By the time he looked up Malfoy had stopped smiling and was instead standing with his arms across his chest, tapping his foot impatiently. "Coming, Potter?"
Nodding, Harry pushed back his chair and followed Draco out the library door, casting the password on the knob to relock it and trying not to think about what Malfoy looked like when he smiled.
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Harry was awakened by a jerking motion on the bed next to him followed by a sharp inhale of breath and more movement. It took him a moment to realize what was going on, mostly because he thought he was still asleep and then because he couldn't believe that anyone would be so stupid as to do that again. As soon as he had confirmed that he was indeed awake and that all the available evidence did point towards that, he couldn't bring himself to even breathe, let alone interrupt.
After several second of lying there and listening, however, he found that sitting still wasn't an option and he couldn't very well move without Draco noticing it. "Malfoy!"
He hadn't raised his voice above an annoyed whisper, but Draco stopped moving. When Harry didn't say anything else, he seemed to get annoyed, "Potter, did you actually have something you wanted to say, or were just trying to piss me off?"
Harry sat up and turned around, staring openly at the half dressed boy lying out on his bed. Malfoy hadn't even had the decency to do it under the covers this time! He was sprawled out with his pyjama bottoms and underwear hanging from one ankle and his hand still on his penis. Suddenly, Draco smirked and raised an eyebrow, "Or did you want to join."
Harry thanked his luck that it was probably too dark to see exactly how red his face. "No, I do not want to join, Malfoy. I want to be able to sleep without the fear that you might be groping yourself next to me."
Lying back down with a dramatic flop, Harry tried to ignore the fact that his own cock was painfully hard. He felt the bed move next to him, but refused to turn around and look. "Suit yourself."
Without waiting for an answer, Draco started moving his hand over himself again, trying to ignore the fact that Harry was laying stock still next to him. He'd done this many times during the school year, with Zabini and Goyle and it had never felt quite so odd. Perhaps it was because Potter didn't seem inclined to join or because he kept acting as if there was something wrong with it. As far as Draco was concerned, it felt good, and that was as close to analysing it as he had come.
After a moment, he felt movement next to him and slowed his pace a little. It seemed Potter wasn't as averse to joining as he'd sounded. Tightening his legs, he concentrated on the friction building him to orgasm until he felt the flood of pleasure rip through him.
He felt Harry jerk once and then he went still, his breath hitching. Chuckling, Draco half turned, "Night, Potter." He lay down and pulled the covers over himself, falling sleep with the uneasy warmth of Harry's body next to him.
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