Malfoy took out his quill and began writing, his pale hand moving elegantly over the paper.
"Err…" Harry glanced around the class room, no one seemed to have heard what he said, including Malfoy. Had he even said it?
"So um Malfoy-"
"I'm going to cut you off there Potter." Malfoy continued quietly writing, "You see, I assumed that you hadn't meant to ask me such a question in such a place, there-for I ignored you." Malfoy rolled out more parchment. "It seems Potter as if you were indeed raised in a barn, so I'm not going to answer your question until you can ask it like a civilised person."
"Uhhh…" Malfoy's leg was now pressed gently against his, the heat slowly spreading up Harry's own thigh.
Malfoy smiled slyly, his hair falling lightly across his forehead.
Harry gulped as the urge to grab Malfoy over took him, though what he'd do once he'd grabbed him, he wasn't sure.
Malfoy continued writing, his right hand which he had been leaning on, was now discreetly under the table.
Just as Harry was about to give up on the conversation Malfoy's cool, pale hand slid slowly down his thigh and cupped his knee.
"So, um, Malfoy…your sexual preferences…?"
Malfoy snorted, "Aren't they obvious, Potter?"
Harry gulped, Malfoy's hand was slowly moving back up his leg, stroking him temptingly.
"You, uh, You mind stopping that?" Harrys voice was high then usual and broke halfway through his sentence.
"Stop what?"
Malfoy's hand slid higher, caressing his hip, until his hand slid slightly lower and lightly cupped his-
"Ah!" Harry let out a surprised yelp and turned to look at Malfoy, who was still studying his book, the picture of innocence.
No one seemed to have notice Harry's outburst, and Malfoy's thumb was now moving in slow circles…
"Malfoy!" Harry leaned forward and grabbed Malfoy's arm, forcing him to stop writing, "Stop it now!" his dangerous whisper only made Malfoy smile.
Suddenly Malfoy's hand was gone, "Mr Potter, are you and Mr Malfoy, er, ok?" Professer Flitwick eyed Harry and Malfoy nervously, Harry realised his hand was wrapped around Malfoy's wrist and they were both leaning very close to each other.
"Um-"
"We're fine Professor." Malfoy said smoothly, while Harry blushed at how the whole class was now staring intently at them.
Harry slowly moved his hand away, shame still etched on his face. He knew the professor had no idea what Malfoy had been doing previously, but he still felt guilty.
Almost got caught there, Potter…
Harry gulped
It was very exciting, we should do it again sometime. Malfoy's voice was slightly absent, almost like Luna's distant tones.
You're fucking kidding me! Since when did you want me?
I don't want you per say, I just want. I tasted Pansy last night and now I think I'll have some fun with you. Simple.
I'm not a sex toy!
No one mentioned sex, Potter.
Malfoy's amused chuckle leapt through the bond, Harrys was almost tempted to laugh at his own 'stupidity'.
Ugh…
Am I that bad, Potter?
Yes. Harry stared intently around the room, Ron was still doing an impression of road kill and Hermione seemed to have written almost as much as Malfoy.
Hey that's one thing! I never knew you were good at school!
Malfoy scratched his nose, I'm just good in general Potter…
Harry winced, hoping it wasn't just him taking that as an innuendo.
Ron and Harry had snuck into the boys bathroom after class, both looking slightly frazzled and nauseous.
"Who'd you sit by in class Harry, I wasn't looking." Ron ran his head under the tap, snorting as water went up his nose.
"Hmm? Oh I sat by Malfoy."
"You two are getting close."
"No… I can just like steal some of his calm through the bond." Now that Harry was away from Malfoy he felt like crap. He was almost willing to endure Malfoy's strange behaviour in order to cure his hangover.
Harry stared into the mirror and examined his puffy face and dry lips, god knows why Malfoy was after him.
Just over his shoulder he saw someone wearing a long black cloak emerging from one of the cubicles.
The figure ghosted closer until it was almost directly behind Harry,
"Hey-" before Harry could turn, the figure pulled down it hood revealing slit red eyes and a pale snake like face.
"Did you really think death could defeat me boy?" Harry recognised the Parseltongue almost instantly, no one had dear speak it in years.
"Harry did you just speak Parseltongue?" Ron voice was drowned out as Voldemort's eyes locked with Harry's.
Harry opened his mouth but no noise came out, instead a slow leak of blood trickled out.
In the mirror he could see blood flowing into Voldemort's own mouth, along with terrible sight of his eyes bleeding slowly. The blood was not running from his eyes instead it was trapped in his eyes, like an invisible glass wall held it in. Blood was flowing from his ears and nose, disappearing into Voldemort's mouth before in could drip down his face.
In the mirror Voldemort laughed, reaching up a hand to run it smoothly over his balding head. Harry raised his own hand and saw his veins where swollen, almost as if to burst.
"Potter!" In the mirror Harry saw Malfoy run at him, followed closely by other Gryffindors, who broke off screaming.
Malfoy grabbed Harry and spun him, pulling him into his arms and moving them away from the mirror.
"D-d-did you… Did you see…did you see it too?" Harry buried his face in Malfoy's shoulder.
Yes. Harry hadn't even realised he was speaking through the bond.
You know what this mean? Malfoy's voice was grim and determined, Harry remembered he and the dark lord weren't exactly on speaking terms when the war had ended.
I can't deal with this now! He couldn't deal with it all over again, while sharing his mind with someone, it had been hard enough the first time.
Then don't. Harry nodded his head then buried it in Malfoy's shoulders, his head swam and suddenly he was no longer Harry. In fact he was holding an unconscious Harry in his arms, letting him bleed all over his roes.
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