And so another day begins. Little does Draco know that someone's on the prowl.
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The sun rose the next morning as it usually did. Hagrid's roosters crowed, the giant squid sent waves lapping to the shore of the Black Lake, and owls began delivering letters and copies of the Daily Prophet to students. Just another day at Hogwarts. With maybe one exception.
"Honestly, Harry," Hermione sighed, closing a thick book, "your bacon and eggs are already dead. You don't need to stab them like that." Both she and Ron watched Harry stop poking at his plate and glance up at them, an irritated look in his eyes.
"Sorry," he muttered. Then he took his plate, lifted it to his mouth, and shoved in as much food as he could manage. With the help of some tough chewing and a swig of orange juice, Harry swallowed thickly.
"Jeez mate," Ron said with a nervous laugh, "you sure are hungry this morning."
"Not really," Harry replied in a bored tone of voice as he played around with his silverware. Ron's expression saddened, and that didn't go unnoticed by Hermione.
"Harry," she said sternly, leaning closer and lowering her voice, "One day you're cheerful and easy going, whispering about nothing in front of Malfoy to mess with him, then the next day you're annoyed and moody, snapping at everyone around you. What in Merlin's name is going on?"
"I haven't been snapping," Harry replied, "and what does Malfoy have to do with this?"
"That," Hermione said leaning away and crossing her arms, "is exactly what I'd like to know."
For a moment the two were locked in a staring contest, Ron glancing nervously from one to the other. Harry cursed himself for being so see-through. He knew Hermione was sharp enough to pick up on the slightest change in behavior, yet Harry couldn't help himself.
He was very, very pissed off.
"I haven't the slightest idea what you're talking about, Hermione," Harry said nonchalantly as he got up from the table. "Now if you'll excuse me, I left something up stairs." With that he walked out of the Great Hall doors and disappeared around the corner, Hermione glaring after him.
"I wonder what's wrong?" Ron said, looking very disheartened. Hermione glanced at her red headed friend, feeling immense sympathy for him. She patted him on the back and sighed.
'Poor Ron,' she thought. Hermione hoped she was wrong about her hunch, for Ron's sake, but it didn't bode well for him.
After all, she was rarely ever wrong.
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Meanwhile, in another part of the castle, Draco awoke suddenly with a very nasty headache. He rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands as he slowly eased himself into a sitting position. Draco, his eyes squinted, leaned over the bed and rifled around in his nightstand drawer. His fingertips found the smooth glass of a potion bottle. Draco uncorked it immediately and took two gulps of the liquid. His headache instantly disappeared.
With a sigh Draco flopped back into his pillow. For a few moments he just watched the green tinted orbs of light float around near the ceiling. The absence of any windows this deep in the dungeons put the Slytherin dorm in a constant darkness, if it weren't for the lighting, that is.
Then suddenly, as two green spheres of light drifted close to each other, Draco had a flash back to the night before. Potter, his skin snow white in the moonlight, murky shadows filling the background, and those fierce, jade colored eyes.
Draco rubbed his eyes until colors swirled in his vision. He did not need these memories. Not at all. Especially not in the late morning, the dorm and shower totally empty, and all the time in the world to satisfy the feelings that those thoughts had brought up again.
'Damn it to hell,' Draco thought as he pulled a second, dry uniform out of his trunk. 'I have got to start approaching this more seriously.' He remembered the conclusion he had reached the night before. He was going to get close to Potter, find out his secrets, and break him. That was all. No attachment what so ever. Now was not the time to get caught up in these ridiculous emotions.
So he was turned on. So what? It was no wonder he had been having odd, confused feelings. Potter had done a one eighty personality wise and had been teasing Draco mentally as well as physically. These feelings would pass. Draco was certain.
'Stupid Potter,' Draco sneered his famous sneer, 'Thinking he could have any power over me.' He put on his clothes, combed his hair, brushed his teeth, and strutted towards the exit portrait feeling some of his old Malfoy pride shining through. 'I'll pretend to be under Potter's control for now. Little does Scar Head know it will be his undoing!'
Draco snickered to himself as the portrait swung open. He stepped onto the cool stone floor and began to saunter up the stairs to the main dungeons, feeling on top of the world.
"Did you have a nice nap, Sleeping Beauty?" A wicked and familiar voice said suddenly. Draco yelped loudly and spun around, his heart in his throat.
"P-p-p-potter!" He stuttered in a voice so high that it cracked on each vowel. Taking small steps back, "W-what are you doing here?" Potter eased himself off the wall he had been leaning against, his eyes never moving from Draco's.
"I just happened to be wandering around," Harry started with a shrug, "somewhat bored. After all, it is the weekend." As he advanced further and further forward, Draco began to backpedal faster.
"No classes, no place in particular to be… But then I remembered something," Harry said, a devious grin curling around his lips. Draco felt a shudder shake his entire body. Then his back pressed against a cold, stone wall and he knew he was done for.
"Do you know what I remembered, Malfoy? Hmmm?" Potter asked, putting his forearm against the same wall Draco had his back to, leaning in close. Draco felt his knees go a little weak and his heart flutter far too quickly. And then, most embarrassing of all, his cheeks and ears turned bright red, try as he might to stop it.
But Draco wouldn't give up that easily. He knew he could over come this absurd feeling he was having.
"You've remembered that you're failing potions and you're down here to do extra credit?" Draco suggested as venomously as he could, turning his head away and scowling into the distance.
"No," Potter growled sharply. The tone surprised Draco, but before he could turn his head back himself, he felt a strong hand grab his chin. Then suddenly, with a quick yank, Draco was face to face with Potter, who looked more furious than Draco thought possible.
"I remembered," Potter said in a low, harsh voice, "that I have a certain slave with an obedience problem." Draco tried to swallow, but his mouth was bone dry. He had no idea what Potter was going to do next, and it scared him. As he looked into his eyes, he felt another shudder go through him. The intensity in Potter's eyes was paralyzing.
"I don't know where you get off, Malfoy," Potter said, his other hand slipping to Draco's waist, "Disobeying your master like that. What sort of punishment do you think you deserve?" On the word 'punishment', Potter pressed his hips, hard, into Draco's, pinning him to the wall.
Draco's eyelids grew heavy and his lips parted when he felt how hard Potter was. He tried to concentrate on just his face, on anything and anywhere else, but Draco saw realization flicker through Potter's eyes. A cool smile spread across Potter's lips and he shifted his hips slightly to the right. Then the left. Draco's jaw dropped open a little more.
"What should the punishment be, Draco?" Harry murmured in his ear, his lips brushing Draco's skin. "I think we should start over, and relive last night the right way." Then, without warning, Harry's warm tongue snaked around the shell of Draco's ear.
Draco gasped sharply as Potter began nibbling his ear. His knees went weak and he clutched at Potter's back, bunching his gray sweater in his fingers, fighting to stay standing. Then, as though he sensed this, Potter pressed his thigh between Draco's legs, holding him up. Potter slid his fingers through Draco's hair, tilting his head to the side, as he moved his mouth to where Draco's earlobe met his neck. Draco moaned as Potter sucked his way to his collar bone.
"Do you want it, Draco?" Harry huffed against Draco's neck, his hand running down the outside of Draco's zipper, "Do you?"
Without hesitation or a second thought, Draco ran his hands up Harry's neck, into his hair, and groaned:
"Yes." He thrust his hips into Potter's hand and licked his lips, "Yes."
Harry pause and straightened his posture. He looked into Draco's lust filled, half closed eyes, and something in his chest shifted. He slid his hands to Draco's cheeks, just holding his face for a moment. Draco's gray eyes looked up at him in confusion.
Suddenly Harry leaned in close and pressed his lips flush against Draco's.
Draco made a sound of surprise in the back of his throat, but once Harry began to move his lips, Draco forgot any protests he might have had. Potter's lips felt warm and soft and brushed sweetly against Draco's. Then, Potter's tongue ran across Draco's bottom lip. Draco could taste a sharp mint flavor on Potter's tongue as he opened his mouth to let him in.
In that one kiss, Draco felt his whole world move. He never knew how cold he had been until he felt this warmth, this intense heat, radiate through out his entire body. He held Harry tighter, pressing as much of himself against the Boy Who Lived as possible. They're tongues danced and twisted together, like they couldn't taste enough of each other.
And then, much too soon for Draco's liking, it was over.
They're lips separated and cold air flooded the space between them. Harry gazed down at Draco who looked dazed, his lips glistening even in the darkness of the dungeon. He dropped his hands from Draco's hair and let them rest on his hips.
"Meet me back here in an hour," Harry said in a whisper, his tone serious and meaningful. With that, he let go of Draco and strode off, disappearing up the spiral dungeon staircase. This left Draco, horny, baffled, and more unsure than ever.
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"It doesn't mean anything," Draco muttered to himself as he paced in a dungeon hallway. "Not a thing. No, no, no."
Draco had spent the last hour and a half waiting in the same dungeon hallway, counting the seconds on his watch as they slowly passed by. Potter was late.
But Draco certainly wasn't upset. The sole reason he had for waiting was only to gather more information about Potter. Not because Potter had told him to. Absolutely not.
"This is pointless," Draco muttered with an exasperated sigh. He stopped pacing for a moment. He could always gather information another day. Besides, this could all be some joke that Potter was purposefully playing just to get under Draco's skin.
"Clever, Potter. Very clever," Draco murmured crossing his arms, his jaw tightening. Tugging at Draco's heart just to let it go. "Wait! No, he wasn't tugging at anything!" Draco grumbled shaking the thought away. 'As if Potter is anywhere near my heart! Ridiculous!'
Draco quickly walked away from the hallway and down the stairs to the Slytherin portrait. He'd be damned if he was going to be made a fool any longer, especially by Potter.
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"Harry?" Ron asked as he fiddled with his quill, "You seem distracted." Harry glanced up from his book, looking slightly dazed.
"Huh?" Harry replied.
"You're distracted," Ron repeated, placing his elbows on the table and holding his face in his hands. The library was practically empty and their voices bounced around the vast room before disappearing. Ron picked up a book that he was finished with and held it in his open palm, above his head. After a few seconds the book's old spine cracked and the pages separated. The papers began to flutter until the book lifted off Ron's hand and flew back to its shelf.
"I'm not distracted," Harry said, clearing his throat and then flipping a page, preparing to become absorbed once more in his book.
"Yes you are," Ron persisted, wrapping his fingers around Harry's wrist to get his attention. Harry looked away from his book and met Ron's stare dead on. Ron blushed and pulled his hand back.
"All of a sudden you showed up in the common room and asked me to come study with you," Ron continued, avoiding eye contact, "but after you dragged me down here you didn't even check out any books related to our classes. I mean what is all this for?" Ron asked while grabbing several of the books Harry had lying out.
"The Psychology of Love and War, How to Brain Wash, The History of Enslavement? What is all of this for?" Harry snatched the books back and placed them neatly on his growing pile.
"It's just a bit of free reading," Harry replied, straightening his stack of literature.
"Now you're starting to sound like Hermione," Ron snapped, getting slightly annoyed. "Besides, that still doesn't explain those scary smiles and the disturbing giggling you've been doing while reading those. I didn't thing Torture and Mind Control was such a comical read."
"Thanks for your concern, Ron, but you're really making a big deal over nothing." Harry lifted all of the books in his stack over his head and one by one they began to fly away. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got to get going." With that Harry gathered all of his things and left the table, leaving a very confused Ron behind.
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What could Harry be plotting? Why is he making Draco wait so long? Or is he planning on ditching him all together?
You'll find out in the next chapter!
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