Title: Neither Good nor Evil
Rating: PG – 13
Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy; Ron Weasley/Hermione Granger
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series or any of its characters.
Summary: Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy have never been friends. They were happy to stay enemies until unwanted thoughts interrupted. Add one of Dumbledore's prophecies and shake well.
Chapter Ten
The Test
"So, we have a test for you." Pansy's smirk broadened. Harry started to feel apprehensive. The room went dark.
A body pressed up against him. It felt like a woman's to him. He stepped away from it, feeling himself blushing and thanking God it was dark. Another body took the place of the first one but this time Harry could tell it was a man. It didn't feel the same as Draco's though. He stepped away from this one too. Things were touching him in places he would never reveal. He closed his eyes and searched for his wand.
"Lumos." He muttered, breathing a sigh of relief when his wand lit up. He grabbed it and waved the light around; trying to see what was touching him. Suddenly, the lights flipped back on. Harry blinked and rubbed away the stars that appeared in front of his eyes.
"Wow… I never could have stood up to that." Blaise commented, offhandedly. Pansy was scowling.
"Nox. What the fuck was that?" Harry snapped, stuffing his wand back into his robes and turning on them.
"Relax, would you? It was just a test. From the way Pansy is scowling, I would guess you passed." Blaise offered his hand. Harry took it.
"I thought that would get you. Damn it. He's too fucking righteous." Pansy stomped off.
"She's a little hormonal. She thinks that you're not right for Draco, that you'll hurt him, things like that." Blaise shrugged and started off across the room. Harry followed, interested.
"Is she jealous?" He asked.
"Pansy? No. She's got her own boy. She doesn't need Draco. They're more like siblings." Blaise grinned.
"But I always thought…" Harry scratched his head confused.
"That she wanted Draco? Pansy's an experienced actress. She's got everyone in this school fooled, even your precious Dumbledore." They entered the dark passage. Both boys pulled out their wands and lit them.
"I don't like him that much, you know? He so fucking cryptic sometimes I just want to strangle him. He knows so much but instead of just sharing the fucking information he holds it over your head. It's…" Harry trailed off.
"I know exactly what you mean. Come on, Potter. Let's get you back to your boy." Blaise laughed softly.
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"Draco? Where are you, love?" Blaise yelled as they entered Harry and Draco's dorm.
"In my room. Have you seen Harry lately? I can't find him." Draco answered.
"Yeah, I might of." Blaise motioned Harry to stay quiet.
"Well, would you tell me where he was?" Draco sounded less the amused.
"Why should I?" Blaise smirked at Harry.
"Come again." Draco snapped.
"You heard me." Blaise returned. Draco came stomping out of his room. Harry smiled innocently at him.
"I hate you, Blaise." Draco sighed.
"I know. See you later, love." Blaise smiled at him and wandered out. Draco and Harry stood in silence for a while.
"You know, the oddest thing happened to me today." Harry commented, sitting down on one of the couches.
"Oh?" Draco prompted, following.
"First I sat through a fight between Ron and Hermione about me. And you. Then, after that, I ran off and nearly started crying. Then, you'll never believe this, I was ambushed by one Blaise Zabini," Harry watched Draco's face, trying to gage his reaction. He just looked slightly confused, "I was led down several corridors and then we met up with Pansy Parkinson."
"Wait, where is this going?" Draco interrupted.
"I'm getting there," Harry barely stopped himself from grinning, "Your friends led me down a dark passageway and into this big room. Then they said some things about wanting to protect you and the lights went out."
"They didn't." Draco ran a hand through hair.
"Didn't what?" Harry asked innocently.
"They put you through a test right? Dark room, bodies, uncomfortable… touches." Draco made a vague motion with his hand.
"Sounds about right. The lights came back on and Pansy was scowling. She stomped off and Blaise helped me find my way back here." Harry finished.
"So… did you pass?" Draco asked, offhandedly.
"Why?" Harry goaded.
"Just tell me already." Draco snapped at him, scowling.
"Of course." Harry stood up and started towards him room. He could feel Draco following.
"That's it?" The blond boy closed the door behind them. Harry didn't answer, heading over to his desk, to begin his homework. He heard Draco mutter something under his breath and then arms wrapped around him.
"What do you think you're doing?" Harry grinned. The arms tightened and Harry felt lips pressed against his neck. They found their way to 'The Spot' below his ear and Harry's knees nearly gave out underneath him.
Draco's hands now entered the torture. He slipped them up under Harry's shirt and began to trace small designs across his stomach. Harry gulped and fought to breath as Draco began to fiddle with his nipples. Draco suddenly bit down on 'The Spot' and this time Harry's knees did give out.
"We still have classes." He muttered as Draco supported him still continuing with his quest to turn Harry into a willing little puddle.
"I'll help you catch up." Draco breathed into his neck, licking the place where he'd bit earlier. Harry groaned.
"Oh… Hell…" He moaned. Draco removed his arms, causing Harry to almost taste the carpet. He turned still fighting to breathe. Draco stared at him for a second, his eyes tracing a track downward and back to Harry's face.
"Do you really want to go to class?" He questioned. Harry stepped forward and wrapped his arms around the taller boy's neck. Draco smirked and pulled Harry to him, pressing his lips back against Harry's neck. He dragged his lips upward and kissed the other boy soundly, his tongue begging entrance. They fell onto the bed and didn't recognize the thudding as someone knocking on their door.
Yeah this is a weird chapter.
Cheers,
Sarcastic Romantic