Summary:
After a rough 5thyear. Harry finds himself in a secret relationship. But what happens when others find out? Harry/Draco. Mentions Harry/Blaise and Harry/Charlie.
Chapter 3: Awaited Question
After class Harry was happy to have an excuse to get away from Hermione's questions. He slowly packed his bag and waited to approach his professor's desk. Once the room was empty, Severus Snape placed a locking and silencing charm on the door without looking up. Harry walked up to the desk dragging a chair up and sitting down in it.
"Potter, why is it that you can never manage to arrive to my class on time?" Snape asked.
"Sir, it is because of Malfoy."
"I would think that since you started your," frowning, "experiment, with Mr. Malfoy, you would not have to blame things on him."
"Not Draco, Professor, Lucius."
"What?"
"Malfoy Senior came to speak to Draco today."
His professor's face drop drastically as realization set in that active Death Eater was within the Hogwarts grounds. "I must speak with the headmaster. Forget the 12 inches." He turned to exit the room.
"Wait! Can we come down tonight?"
"Yes." He nodded. "But meet me here. I will come when I am no longer busy."
"Thanks." Harry said after his billowing professor. He sat in the seat for a few moments longer until his stomach started to growl with hunger. He got up and slowly walked to the Great Hall. As he entered the hall, his eyes took in account his friends; huddled together at the Gryffindor table, as he walked over to them he glanced at the Slytherintable relieved to find his boyfriend there withhis trade mark expressions. Hermione looked up from where she was currently in a deep conversation with Ginny, Ron and Dean when Harry plopped down beside her.
"Err, I Harry." She said quickly handing something back to Ginny. "What happened during class today?"
"Snape was being a git."
"Well, we need to talk about something later. Not here, too many people, tonight, common room. Unless, you have somewhere else to go that is."
"Uh, no…" Harry began.
"Good. Tonight after dinner." She stated. Then turned back to Ginny.
Harry started talking to Ron about the Cuddly Cannons winning last weekend's game when Dumbledore slowly rose from his seat at the head table.
Standing before the hall he began to speak:
"Before you all leave, I would like to make an announcement." He said and the hall quickly quieted down. "During the first weekend of December, there will be a Winter Ball. That means, the ball is only one month away and any student will be able to attend, however, after Midnight, any student 5th year and below will be required to leave, thus, only the 6th and 7thyear students will remain." The Great Hall was now filled with loud whispers and shouts of approval. Finally, the headmaster held up his hand and the room quieted down again. "Lastly, there will be a Hogsmeade trip this weekend."
All the students in the hall began chatting about the upcoming Ball as soon as Dumbledore finished speaking. What they were going to get at Hogsmeade this weekend, who they would ask. Over the excitement of the students some grumbling could be heard from Ginny and the other 5th year girls wondering what if there date was a 6th or 7th year.
Tuning everything out, Harry sat for awhile thinking about how much he would love to go to the dance withDraco, or at least dance with him. Both were obviously out of the question because not only did nobody but the three Slytherinsknow but also if Lucius did find out what was going on with his only Heir, he would no doubt find a way to get his hands on him. Whether to use Draco against Harry or to just simply get rid of him, Harry didn't like either of those options.
Harry's thoughts were interrupted as he heard the familiar drawl of his public enemy. "Hey Potter. Got a date for the ball?"
Draco's question caught him so off guard that he just stared at his lover with his mouth open.
"Close your mouth, it's disgraceful. And I asked you a question." He smirked.
"Why the hell do you care whether or not Harry has a date?" Ron butted in.
"Maybe I want to go with him."
"Yeah, well maybe I'm not a Weasley. Besides, Harry's not into blokes. Right mate, you wouldn't go with Malfoy even if you were?"
Harry, just recovering from his shock, responded. "Sure."
Ron, who had just brought his glass of pumpkin juice to his mouth and proceeded to take a large gulp, began sputtering and coughing. "Harry. You can't be serious." He spat out.
"Why not Ron, it's just a ball. Malfoy isn't going to try to kill Harry while in the Great Hall." Hermione reasoned but still clearly stunned at her friends response. "Beside, Dumbledoreis trying to encourage inter-house events. If Harry goes with Malfoy, look at the example that places for the rest of the school."
"Have you both lost it? This is Malfoy we are talking about. His father is a Death Eater, follower of the man who wants to kill Harry!" Ron shouted, now gaining the attention of the Great Hall.
"Ronald, Malfoyis not his father. If he wants to take Harry to the ball that's fine withme, and it should be fine with you, your Harry's best friend." Hermione said sternly.
"Harry doesn't like blokes!"
"Well, obviously if he agreed to go to the Ball with a boy, then he must like boys."
"But he would have told me, right Harry? You don't like boys; this is just some kind of joke. Right? Yeah, that's all it is." Ron said, originally talking to Harry but then went quite for a few moments while he started to process things, then abruptly stormed out of the hall. Hermione gave Harry a curious yet apologetic, look then rose from her seat and followed Ron out.
"So yes?" Draco remarked as though the last five minutes of Gryffindor remarks had not happened.
"Uh. Yeah. You, me, the ball." Harry muttered in astonishment, clearly not thinking that this was normal. What made Draco ask him? All the hard work of keeping things silent over the last two months, in order to keep them both a little safer, was ruined. He glanced at the head table and the last thing he remembers seeing is his potions professor glaring and beside him a white Lucius Malfoy.
Everything was blurry when he opened his eyes, the dim moonlight cascading from the windows allowed just enough light for Harry to see that he was in the hospital wing. He grabbed his glasses off the night table being careful not to wake the sleeping boy in the chair next to his bed. Draco looked so peaceful while sleeping there. Not scowling or frowning, just a perfect expressionless face. Instinctively he brushed the soft lock of blonde hair that had fallen onto his lover's cheek. The slight touch of the fingertips however woke up the blonde who for a moment looked quite confused before the memories of after dinner came back to him.
"What happened?" Harry whispered, looking into the fearful blue eyes.
"You looked up at the head table then fainted. I caught you before your head hit the stone floor but you did bang your shoulder on the bench."
"Mmm, that would explain the dull ache. Sorry about that."
"Why did you faint?"
"I saw the murderous expression on Lucius face. I don't know, I also haven't had a lot of sleep between walking to and from the tower so late at night."
"Part of the reason I asked you to go with me was because he was here. I'm done pretending to be want he wants me to be. If he doesn't like it well then…" Draco admitted but slowly began to look rather sullen.
"What?"
"He disowned me."
"What! How could he? In the middle of the Great Hall?" Harry asked jumping out of bed and knocking over the night table. As soon as Draco realized the table was going to crash he got up and darted to the other side of the curtain, while to lights in Madame Pomfrey's office blazed and not a second later the women was bustling in.
"What is going on here." She remarked then noticed Harry. "Mr. Potter, what are you doing out of bed. Back in you go. You may leave in to morning."
"Um, sorry, I didn't know where I was. Guess I just reacted before figuring it out."
Harry wasn't sure if she believed him or not, because she was looking around as if something would be amiss. She and walked over to the potions cabinet selecting a blue triangular vile.
"For the pain." She said and as soon as he swallowed it she took the vial back. "Now, no more getting out of bed for you. I don't expect to see you again until morning. Is that clear?"
"Crystal." He said while smiling and settling back into bed.
She muttered something about disrespectful adolescents then went back to her office and turned out the light. Harry assumed that her private quarters were somewhere beyond her office but he didn't have much time to dwell on it as his boyfriend bounded back from his spot in the shadows and place his lips upon Harry's. The kiss was short but possessive and Harry groaned at the lost of heat when Draco pulled back.
"I have to go love, we'll talk more tomorrow." Harry nodded and just as Draco was leaning in to kiss his boyfriend goodbye. The infirmary doors burst open and a very livid Severus Snape billowed in.
"DRACO LUCIUs MALFOY! You have got some explaining to do!"
A/N- Hope you like. Reviews are always nice. I'll get the next chapter out soon.