Away From the Sun
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em, I'm just a spoony Bard.
Warning! Spoilers for books 1-5. I am going to pretend that anything that happens Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince , witch comes out on July 16 (YEA!) , hasn't happened, so don't kick me if something really cool happens in the book and I make no mention of it.
Warning 2! This is gonna be yaoi, that's boys loving boys, so if you don't like the idea of Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter snogging senseless, don't read, and piss off if ya feel the need to flame me for such.
Chapter Five
I feel you
Draco's POV
It's been a week since that stilted conversation by the lake with Harry. I haven't had a conversation with Weasley yet, and I've avoided Granger at all costs. I guess it's not just me. Harry says she has this way of getting anybody to tell her anything, and he doesn't understand it either. I personally thing she's too fucking smart for her own good.
I'm sitting in the Slytherin common room on one of the insanely comfortable leather chairs, finishing the last of Professor Snape's essay before tomorrow's class. The potion we'd been set to brew with our partners was Veritaserum. It takes about a month to brew, so we were only a quarter of the way though with it.
"Draco!" Pansy called as she and Blaise entered the tower. "You will not believe what's happened!" Pansy bounced over to me and sat on the floor next to my chair. Her next words were hushed. "The whole school knows about us."
"Knows what about us?" I asked, annoyed with her for interrupting my homework.
"About-" her voice dropped lower "-you know what."
She meant that everyone knew that most of the Slytherin seventh years would be joining the Death Eaters.
"Well that would be because some people can't seem to keep quiet about it, now wouldn't it." I sneered.
Blaise, who had kept quiet through this, looked at me. "Drake, this is big. Snape lectured almost all of us. He said it wasn't smart to be announcing what we're going to do."
This was no surprise to me. However, in one of the many conversations I'd had with Harry in the past week, we had come to the conclusion that it would be better if my housemates didn't know what the fuck I was up to.
"Think about it Zabini. Do you think Snape wants that fucking nosey old bastard poking his head in our lives?" I was referring to Dumbledore.
The two of them thought about it for a moment. "No." Pansy finally answered.
"So why is it so fucking surprising that our Head of House would lecture you?" I closed my book, stood, and glanced at the clock. Shit. I'm supposed to meet Potter in the library. "Now if you will excuse me, I have to meet with Potter to get more of this fucking project finished." I walked out of the common room swearing, and cursing Potter.
They gave me a life that's not so easy to live,
And then they sent me on my way.
"So they still think you're with them on this?" Harry asked.
"Yup, load of stupid fuckers, every one of them." I sighed and lay on the bench I was sitting on.
"What about Snape, you've told him, right?" This conversation, like our others, was stunted, only smoothing out when one of us had a smart-ass comment to add in. We hadn't discussed the kiss by the lake, and I was in no hurry to do so. We'd talked about everything else. Why I was making this choice, my father, Snape, the rest of my house, how I should act around them even though I'd already made my decision. But not the kiss. We'd avoided it, as if neither of us wanted to talk about it. Maybe I do want to talk about it. I don't even understand what in the fucking name of Merlin possessed me to kiss him. The whole situation is fucking confusing.
"Draco?" Harry poked me, brining me out of my thoughts. "You told him, right?"
"No." I whispered. "I haven't talked to Severus since he pulled me into his office."
"Well you should." came his blunt reply.
"Excuse me?" I said in mock politeness.
"You have to tell him Draco! He's been worried about you."
"Fuck you Potter. You have no right to tell me what I have to do. It's your fucking fault I'm in this mess in the first place." I snapped.
"Grow up Draco. It was your choice if you remember correctly." He glared at me again.
"Well pardon the fuck out of me for not knowing what the fuck I'm supposed to do. If you remember correctly, it was you who came to me. It was you who gave me the choice. I'm not a fucking Gryffindork. I haven't been raised with all the stunning bravery and nobility that you have. I'm just trying to get through all of this without a mental fucking breakdown. So back the hell off." I finished my rant and glared back at him.
"I'm sorry." He whispered.
All his apologizing was driving me up a fucking wall. "You should be." I growled.
"Merlin, you are impossible! And to think that I-" he didn't finish his sentence, but blushed instead.
The Slytherin in me couldn't help but bait him. "And to think you what?" I asked in mock sweetness.
"To think that I actually l-like you." he blushed harder.
Now, I'm no stranger to having people like me. I've had girls chasing after me since fourth year. But, fucking hell, there was something about Potter liking me that made it different. I actually wanted him to like me. But I already knew he liked me. Granger had already fucking told me, and he'd already admitted to it. What I didn't know was-
"Why? Why do you like me Harry?" I whispered. I stunned myself by asking, since I hadn't intended on doing it aloud.
He paused. Fucking Merlin! Did he actually to think about it? And he say's I'm an insufferable-
"Because you've always pushed me to my limits, and further. Because I wasn't The Boy Who lived to you. Because I was just another Gryffindor to torment. Because you're absolutely gorgeous when you smile. Because you have the strength to question your father, when the rest of your house doesn't." He stopped, and looked at me. "Do I need to continue?"
Shocked, the only thing I could comment on was, "Absolutely gorgeous when I smile? When did I smile at you?"
He rolled his eyes in response. "Fucking Merlin Draco. I have been infatuated with you for over a year. Do you think I didn't watch you?"
I felt stupid for having not realized such an obvious answer. The way he'd answered it had annoyingly reminded me (with what little I had to go on) of Granger. "You sound like that nosy bitch Granger." I growled.
He glared at me. "Watch what you say. That 'nosy bitch' happens to be one of my best friends." Then he half smiled. "She is a nosy bitch though, isn't she?"
I laughed. I couldn't help it. The sound drew attention from out other classmates, also working on Snape's assignment. But who could blame them; Harry Potter just made Draco Malfoy laugh? I stuffed a fist in my mouth, lest that hag of a librarian hear and kick my ass out again.
"Yes, yes she is."
"And speaking of her, we do have to finish this or she'll be asking me why I don't' have it done even though I spent all afternoon in the library." He sighed, and we went back to work.
I've left my love and forgot my dreams,
And lost them all along the way
The Slytherin common room was noisy when I entered. I was confused. Blaise, Crabbe, and Goyle were herding the younger students upstairs to their dorms with baskets of sweets.
"The fuck is going on here?" I asked nobody in particular.
It was Pansy who answered, flouncing up to me, looking fucking ridiculous in purple velvet robes. "Drake! We've decided that since you've been kinda depressed lately that we'd throw you a party!"
Oh. A party. I suddenly felt like shit. The Slytherins aren't bad people; they've just been poisoned by their parent's beliefs, much like I was until Harry came to my rescue.
"Thanks. I could use a party." I smiled at her and since it was apparent that they'd been waiting for my arrival to get things started, Goyle came over, handed me a silver mug, and filled it to the brim with fire whiskey.
It was three hours later and I was trashed beyond all fucking sane thinking. Pansy, who has been my girlfriend for two years, was sitting next to me on the couch, getting cuddly.
"Drake…" she cooed, "Take me up to your room an' fuck me."
I would, but there was something wrong with the situation that my alcohol addled brain didn't understand. I couldn't bring myself to want her. I was turned off by her suggestion completely. Angry, for what I could see, no reason, I pushed her off me.
"Don't fucking touch me." I stood, wobbled a little, grabbed the arm of the couch for support, and looked down at her.
"Drake? I don't understand." She slurred.
"Understand this. I don't love you, I don't want you. Don't ever fucking touch me like that again. We're not together anymore. Got it?" Part of my brain, drunk as I was, called myself an asshole. I ignored it for now and half walked, half stumbled to the stairs and up to my dorm, where I flopped across my bed, still dressed, and a half full mug still in my hand, and passed out.
Harry's POV
I've been avoiding Ron for about a week now. I feel bad, but I really didn't get a chance to talk to him after Hermione opened her mouth and told him about me kissing Draco.
Sighing, I rolled over on my bed, put on my glasses and looked at the clock. Seven a.m. Time to get up. I groaned and climbed out of bed. Neville was just waking up too.
"Morning Harry." He yawned.
"Morning." Grabbing my robes, I headed into the bathroom for a shower. I knew Neville would wake up the rest of our dorm mates shortly. I showered, brushed my teeth, got dressed, and went down to breakfast.
"Why aren't you talking to Ron?" Hermione asked as soon as she got to the table, before she'd even sat down.
"I'm not 'not talking to Ron'. I've just been busy." I lied.
"You are too not talking to Ron. You find time to talk to me! And he wants to talk to you Harry. After you took off to the lake with Draco-"
"Do you want to keep it down?" I shot at her. "Just because I tell you doesn't mean I want the rest of the school to hear."
"Sorry." then in a quieter voice, "After you took off to the lake with Draco, he was asking me all kinds of questions. Like wanting to know why you kept it from him, liking guys I mean. And he wants to know why Malfoy, and honestly, I wouldn't mind an explanation either on that one. Not to mention the fact that Ron is your best friend Harry." She sat down and looked at me expectantly.
"What? Here? Now?" I looked around; the Great Hall was filling quickly with students.
"Of course not. But you do have to talk to him. I'm not letting you get out of it." With that, she started eating breakfast.
About halfway through breakfast, Ron finally came down, rubbing his eyes, looking as if he'd dressed in a hurry. "Sorry I'm late. No one woke me up." He shot a look at me.
I instantly felt bad. "I'm sorry Ron, I took a shower. I thought Neville would wake you up."
"I tried." Came Neville's response. "So did Dean and Seamus. You wouldn't budge and inch mate." Then he laughed. "Don't blame you though, not with what you were talking about in your sleep." He Dean and Seamus burst into laughter.
When Ron and I both looked confused, Dean leaned over, whispered something in Ron's ear. Ron instantly turned as red as his hair.
"What! Tell me! If it embarrasses Ron, I gotta know." I grinned, knowing that whatever it was, it wasn't something to be discussed in front of the girls.
Seamus grinned, and leaned over.
"You know how Ron talks in his sleep?" I nodded, remembering dreams of 'spiders, making me tap dance'. "Well think about 'Hermione, don't stop' accompanied by moans."
As he was telling me this, a grin slowly spread across my face. Ron wanted Hermione. This was too perfect.
"Ron, you and I need to have a little conversation today." I grinned at him. Looks like I was done avoiding him.
First thing that morning we had double Transfiguration with the Slytherins. I hadn't noticed at breakfast, but Draco wasn't with his housemates at all. McGonagal noticed too, and as she opened her book, she asked no one in particular.
"And where is Mister Malfoy this morning?"
"Here Professor. Terribly sorry I'm late."
McGonagal, with the rest of the class, turned to look at the doorway where the voice had come from.
"You're late. Five points."
Draco was walking into the room, wearing rumpled robes, hair un-brushed; as a matter of fact he didn't look at all like his normal, perfectly groomed self. He looked like he'd been hit by a Mac truck.
"Mister Malfoy, are you feeling well?" Concern laced the professor's voice.
He waved her off. "Fine, just a migraine." A couple of other Slytherins grinned this, and I noticed that they too, looked at bit peakish. And all of them were complete crap during the lesson, much to McGonagal's dismay.
"What has gotten into you today? You were all perfectly capable of this spell yesterday! One point from each of you for not being up to snuff!"
As class ended, I managed to stay back a moment to catch a moment with Draco. "Migraine? Are you sure you're okay?" I asked.
"Not a migraine, hangover. Can't tell her that though." he tried to smirk, but failed miserably. "I'm skipping lunch and going back to bed." he groaned.
We parted ways at the door, Hermione and Ron waiting for me.
"Let's drop our books off before lunch" Hermione suggested, elbowing me.
"Right." I complied as we steered towards our tower, laughing at the Slytherins for losing points.
Ron and I walked up the stairs to our dorm as Hermione went up to hers. I took this opportunity to tease Ron about this morning. I grinned, and poked him in the shoulder. "Oh Hermione…" I falsetto moaned, doing a very bad impression of Ron. It worked though and his ears turned beet red.
"Shut up you. At least I'm not snogging a Slytherin!" he shot back.
Okay, I can deal with this. He's making jokes about it. That's a good sign with Ron. "I'm not snogging him!"
"Well then what are you doing with him?" We'd reached our room, it was empty, everyone else already well on their way to lunch. I sighed.
"Not exactly sure. I don't know how much nosy Hermione has told you yet." I dumped my book bag on my bed.
"She hasn't told me jack shit. Said that it was 'up to Harry to talk about it'." He rolled his eyes.
"Good. For once she's not meddling too much." I sat on my bed and folded my feet under me. "I guess I'll just get the point. What do you want to know?"
Ron sat opposite me. "When?"
"When what? You have to be a little more specific."
"When did you start liking guys?" he turned a shade of pink.
"Not guys, just Draco. And I guess I noticed him that way about a year ago."
"A year! Merlin Harry! You could have fucking told me!"
"Sorry, I wasn't sure what to do. I didn't even tell Hermione. You know how she is though. She just pops up and says 'Hey Harry, you love Draco.' and she's right." I sighed again.
Ron froze a second. "Love? You love him?"
My turn to blush. "Yeah." I said in a quiet voice.
"Why?" Ron stared at me like I'd grown another head, but he was keeping his.
Those little things you say,
When words mean so much
You never back down.
When they all shy away
You always listen to me.
"You know how I told you that the sorting hat wanted to put me in Slytherin, but I wouldn't let it?" Ron nodded. "And remember how I told you what Dumbledore told me about he scar, and the prophecy, and all that crap?" He nodded gain, following my train of thought. "Think about it Ron, If I hadn't already met Draco, and decided that he was an arrogant prick, and you hadn't told me that Slytherin was mostly dark wizards, I might have been put in Slytherin, and then, I might have- I don't' know, maybe decided that Voldemort had the right idea or something. He did offer to let me join him, said we could rule the world together." I snorted. "So, if you think about it, because Draco was a prick to me. Because he didn't think of me as The Boy Who Lived, he saved me."
"I don't think of you as The Boy Who Lived." Ron stated, "And you didn't fall in love with me."
"Jealous?" I teased. "No, just kidding. I thought about that too. You're like family to me. A brother. That's why I could never date your sister, she's my sister too." I grinned. "And incest is really not my cup of tea."
"Okay. I think I understand now." He shook his head. "Just promise me that until I get this wrapped around my head a little better that you won't go shagging, or snogging, him in front of me."
"Deal." I grinned at him, and he grinned back. "Anyway. Hermione?" I poked him.
"Yeah," he turned red again "Hermione."
"How long." I asked casually.
"Fourth year. Why do you think I was so jealous over Krum?" He grinned again.
"And you never told me? And you got on my case about not telling you about Draco. That' only been a year and here you've been hiding this for two! Really. How rude." I stuck my nose in the air in pseudo anger.
"Well I thought you liked her too! But now that you've decided to be gay with Malfoy I guess that's not a problem, is it?" He jabbed back.
"Not at all. Matter of fact, I'll help you out. I just knew the two of you were going to end up together. Neville and I had a bet on it." I grinned.
"Are you two coming or what?" Came a yell from the staircase.
"Shit!" Ron swore. "We forgot about her! Coming!" he yelled back down.
We started back down the staircase. Halfway down Ron stopped, causing me to run into him. "A bet?"
"Yup, and it looks like I'm gong to lose. I bet it wouldn't happen until the end of the year, Neville said before Christmas."
"You've been hanging out with Fred and George way too much mate." he shook his head and went down the rest of the stairs where we met an impatient Hermione.
"You guys are so slow!" she complained, but on the way out of the portrait she gave me a questioning look. I answered a thumbs-up to her unspoken question and she grinned in response. Yes, Ron and I were talking.
Draco's POV
I woke up well after lunch, and was late for Potions. Professor Snape didn't say anything. He already knew we'd had a party last night; he was probably the one who supplied the liquor. He was however, pissed that I was late, and had interrupted class by being so.
"You will see me after class." He stated quietly as he passed me.
"Yes sir." I answered and joined Harry in the next part of the potion.
"Feeling better?" he asked.
"Yeah. Headache's gone." I looked at the instructions for the day. "Where are you at?"
"Here." he pointed to the fourth step and I started on it. "Hell of a party I take it?"
"Oh yes. Haven't been fuck drunk since the leaving feast last year." I smiled remembering how Goyle, Crabbe and I had scared the shit out of a couple of first years.
Conversation ceased there and for the rest of the class we focused on our potion. When class ended, I stayed behind, per my godfather's whishes.
"Sir?" I said as the classroom door closed behind the last student.
"You were late." he stated. "Very late. And Pansy came to me last night, drunk and crying about the two of you breaking up. Care to tell me what's going on Draco?" He folded his arms, looking annoyed.
"I'm sorry Severus. I had the hangover from hell. And as for Pansy, I don't' know. I don't' understand it myself." I looked at the floor.
"Draco, are you aware that Potter has a-" he half smirked "thing for you?" he asked.
How the fuck did he know? I blushed. "Yes sir, I am aware."
"And does that have anything to do with you breaking up with Pansy?" He looked amused at my embarrassment.
"I think so." I admitted. "I-" I stopped and looked around the classroom. "Can we have amore private conversation sir?" I asked, uneasy with who might be listing at the door.
Snape nodded and let me back not his office, closing the door behind him. He sat at his desk, waiting for me to begin.
"You know Harry came to me at Malfoy Manor, and you know what he said." Snape nodded. "Well, he didn't so much as say anything, as shove what he called my 'ticket to heaven' in my hands, kiss me and disappear." I blushed from having to explain kissing Harry to Severus. He sensed my discomfort, and looked oddly amused. "I thought about it, and thought about it, and thought about it. I talked to him a couple times before you talked to me and told that you were a spy. And after you told me, I guess I just gave up caring if Father hated me for what I chose." I looked at the floor, not wanting to finish the rest of what's been happening.
Severus stared at me. "And?" he questioned. "That still doesn't explain why you broke up with Pansy." He smirked, baiting me to tell him what, it was obvious, he already fucking knew.
"I-that is to say- I think I might have a-" I must have been the color of Weasley's hair. "-thing for Harry too. I kissed him by the lake." I finished quietly.'
He stopped smirking at me and just stared. I looked up from the floor, "Sir?" I said tentatively. Fucking Merlin. Did I say too much? Was I supposed to not like Harry?
"That's- I-" Severus flustered, turning red. I smiled, part of me reveling in his embarrassment. He gained control quickly though, clearing his throat. "It would then be safe to say that you are no longer a candidate for becoming a Death Eater I suppose." He didn't ask, simply stated, and waited for my response.
"Yeah, it would be safe to say that." I grinned at my godfather, who had a look of enormous relief washing over him.
"I'm glad." he said softly. "And as for the situation with Pansy and Potter, she'll get over it. You can blame your strange behavior as of late on making that decision, rather than announcing tot hem that you've been- ah-fraternizing with Potter."
"Yes sir." I turned and started for the door.
"And Draco?"
"Yes?" I turned back to my godfather.
"Be careful." He smiled at me.
"I will." and I headed off to my dorm.
I was walking past the Charms classroom when someone grabbed the back of my robes and pulled me inside.
"What the fuck!" I started, but I was silenced by a set of warm lips on mine.
"Be quiet Draco!" Potter hissed.
"Harry, what the fuck are you-"
"Shh!" he put a finger over my lips. "I have to be somewhere in ten minuets, and so do you, so shut up!"
I didn't have anywhere to be in ten minutes. "Don't be stupid. The only place I have to be is-"
"I said shut up!" his face was an inch away; he was pressed up against me, trapping me to the wall.
"Then what am I supposed to do?" I asked, annoyed.
He blushed, hard. "Well, Ron said I wasn't allowed to snog you in front of him."
Harry hunted me down for a make-out session. How unbelievably fucking sexy. He looked up at me and I realized for the first time that he was an inch shorter than me.
I grinned, pushed him away just enough distance to switch our positions, and put my elbows on the wall on either side of his shoulders.
"Not allowed to snog in front of him. What a prude." then I kissed him. Pressing him into the wall, teasing him by tracing his lips with my tongue, but not actually kissing him with it.
Fucking Merlin in Hell. Harry moaned softly when I deepened the kiss, tasting him. A hint of mint, and something else I couldn't put my finger on. I kissed his neck, biting him softly, my own breath catching in my throat when he groaned.
What do I get to get me through this sleepless nights?
And what do I have to hold when no one's there to hold me tight?
And what do I see the only thing that gets me through this?
That's what I feel and I feel you.
"Fuck." I growled. "You make me burn Harry."
"God" was his response, arms, wrapped tightly around me as he pressed himself closer to me. "I feel you, Draco." he breathed my name.
Since kissing him, my mind had found itself incapable of caring about anything but the way he felt. "Huh?" I questioned, kissing his neck again.
His response was to shift his hips, rubbing his hard cock against mine. "I feel you." he reiterated, blushing this time.
The friction he caused drove me insane. "Do you want me to stop?" I asked, biting his neck again, this time shifting my hips against his.
"No." he whispered, and then he reached over and traced my lips with a finger. "I- OW!" He stopped, pulled away and took a galleon out of his pocket. "Damnit! We're going to be late! Come on!" He grabbed my arm, pulled a piece of old parchment out, tapped it with his wand, and muttered, "I solemnly swear I am up to no good." He stood for a second staring at it. "This way." and proceeded to drag me down the hallway.
We half ran through the castle, up to the seventh floor, where in our fifth year, I had caught him breaking rules set by Dolorous Umbridge. Opening a door, that I swear I have never fucking seen before, he dragged me into a room.
There were at least thirty other students in here, all in pairs, practicing jinxes.
"Stupefy!" I heard Longbottom yell, as he stunned Cho Chang.
'"Harry!" Hermione Granger ran over, leaving Weasley standing alone. "You're late, so we started without you. I don't know what you were going to cover this week so I just had them start out by reviewing last week. But what does it have to do with-?" she pointed to a pile of watermelons in the corner.
"Good." Harry smiled at me. "Hold on one moment. You'll see." he picked up a whistle that was laying n a table, and blew it. The rest of the students stopped what they were doing, and sat in a circle around Harry.
"Sorry I'm late. I had something I had to take care of." He grinned and Hermione snickered.
"What's he doing here?" Seamus asked, pointing a finger at me.
"I'm getting to that. Hold you pants on for a second." Harry shot a look at him. "Now, as I was going to say, before Seamus so politely interrupted me, is this: Please welcome Draco Malfoy to the group."
No one said anything for a long time. Though Hermione was smiling, and so were that Luna girl, the littlest Weasley, and Longbottom. Weasley himself gave me a half-hearted wave.
"Welcome to the DA Draco!" Hermione smiled warmly at me. Ugh, sympathy from her, what have I gotten myself into?
This ain't no bed of nails,
But there not roses just the same
"Uh, hi." I gave a stunted wave and turned to Harry. "What the hell is the DA?"
"Remember fifth year when Umbridge caught that 'secret club'?" He grinned.
"Yeah, but what the fuck does that have to do with the DA?" I folded my arms. "Maybe I should ask Granger, at least when I ask her questions, she doesn't answer with riddles." I half smirked at him, teasing him.
"Shut it." he poked me. "She caught the DA. We started it because we thought it would be a good way to learn Defense Against the Dark Arts, since Umbridge didn't teach us anything worth learning. So Hermione came up with the brilliant-" this was sarcastic, "-idea for me to teach them. We chose to call it Dumbledore's Army, because that's what the ministry was afraid of in the first place, that's kinda a long story, and we work on charms, jinxes, hexes and counter-jinxes." He grinned again. "DA for short."
I gaped at him. He was fucking teaching people? And by the look of it, if I could take Longbottom as an indication, he was damn fucking good at it too.
"Potter, you are a genius." I shook my head.
"Actually it's Hermione that's the genius. This was all her idea." But he blushed all the same.
"But Harry, You're a brilliant teacher!" Came one voice, and a few others agreed with whoever it was.
"Completely!"
"Yeah, you rock!"
Harry just blushed harder and changed the subject. "Well anyway, now, Today we're going to be practicing the Lacara (La- sar-uh) curse. We most certainly will not be practicing on each other, so I had Dobby get us some watermelons." he pointed to the pile of large, ripe watermelons in the corner of the room. "Um, it might be a bit messy."
He proceeded to get himself a watermelon, point his wand at it, gave it a circular flick and cried Lacara! As the rest of us watched the rind become badly lacerated in a section about two inches long and an inch wide.
"Wicked." Whispered Ron beside me.
Hermione helped him pass out melons, and the three of them split up to work on the hex, even Harry.
I already knew it. I've been on the receiving end of it once, won't say what for, but let met ell you, it hurts like fucking hell. I practiced it anyway, shredding the melon until it was just oval of red fruit-flesh.
Dean Thomas, a Gryffindor, stopped on his way past once.
"That's really good! How'd you pick it up so fast?"
I sighed. "Think about my family. That's how." I scowled. "Was that all, or, as I'm sure you do, do you have bunch of completely asinine questions that don't concern you?"
"Well, yeah, I mean how do we know you won't go reporting this back to all you Death Eater friends?" Dean drew back a little, afraid of what I might do to him for asking such a question.
"My reasons for being here are none of your business." I spoke loud enough for everyone in the room to hear. "But I can sure as hell promise you this. I swear to Merlin that I am no Death Eater, and I'll die before I become one. I won't live that life." I scowled again. "And apparently Harry thinks I'm sincere opr he wouldn't have trusted me with this." I waved to indicate the room behind me and what was going on in it.
But God this road sure can be long
Another endless day another seven hundred miles
Will take me further from my home
After the DA meeting, I walked with Harry, Ron, and Hermione as far as our paths intertwined.
"And why were you late Harry?" Hermione asked sweetly.
"None of your business." he answered just as sweetly.
"Hey, what happened to your neck?' Roan asked, pointing to the spot where I'd bitten Harry.
His hand flew to the spot. "Uh, Peeves threw a rock at me." he lied.
I snorted.
"What?" Hermione asked. "Got something to say?"
"Oh no." I held my hand up in front of me, laughing. "I am not ever fucking talking to you again. You have this annoying habit of getting people to tell you shit." I turned left and started for my dorm.
"Did Malfoy just make a joke?" I heard Ron ask as I walked away.
Those little things you say,
When words mean so much
You never back down.
When they all shy away
You always listen to me
Back in my room, I flopped on my bed. My dorm mates weren't up here yet, they were downstairs talking Pansy through her 'nervous breakdown'. What a fucking pity, and please, note my sarcasm.
"Hey, uh, Draco." I lifted my head and saw Blaise standing in the doorway. "Can I talk to you?"
"Sure." I sat up. Blaise and I are pretty close. Closer I'd say than Crabbe and Goyle, Merlin forbid you try to have an emotionally sophisticated conversation with those morons. So since about third year, we've been confidants, talking about fucking everything together.
"The others are drinking themselves into a stupor." he grinned. "So we got plenty of time and privacy."
"So this is a personal conversation?" I raised an eyebrow, playing the Malfoy role to the hilt. Blaise saw through it and threw a pillow at me.
"Yes, you dick. So cut the 'I'm Malfoy, I am God' shit." He pulled up on the bed, folding his legs under him.
"Did you know that your father sent most of us letter telling us to watch out for you, that you might be a traitor?"
Shocked, I shook my head.
"Well he did. And Pansy says that she thinks there's someone else, that's why you broke up with her. Not only that but since you haven't said anything about anyone, that it's probably a Gryffindor. Not to mention that Millicent overheard your father talking to Snape saying that he wasn't pleased with your 'resistance'." He sighed. "So tell me Drake, what's really going on?"
I narrowed my eyes at him, and suddenly knew how Weasley and the rest of Harry's friends at the DA had felt. "How do I know I can trust you?"
Blaise reached over and pulled the curtains on the bed closed, and, just for good measure, silenced the bed. It was a tradition from as far back as I can remember. The closed curtain signified one thing, what's said here, stays here. PERIOD!
"Father sent you those letters for good reason." I scowled. "You see, I'll be dammed if I have to be some twisted fuck's slave. I'll be dammed if I have to swallow any of his bullshit about 'pureblood wizards are so wonderful and half-bloods and muggle-born need to die', not when that thing is a half-blood in the first place. He's a hypocritical piece of shit and I won't follow that."
Blaise gave a low whistle. "Wow, Drake, tell me how you really feel." He paused. "So you're not going to be a Death Eater?"
"Hell fucking no." I spat.
He stared at me. "And to think that I-" he started, and then changed his mind what to say, "- I mean, I thought I was the only one who wasn't thrilled. Now come to find out, you too."
"I'll tell you what Harry told me. You do have a choice." I smiled.
"Harry? As in Potter? When the fuck did you get on first name basis with Harry Potter?" Blaise scratched his head. "Some best friend you re, keeping me out of the loop like this. What's going on with Potter? You two are talking?"
I blushed. "Something like that."
"Oh no. Oh hell fucking no. I swear in the name of Merlin if you are fucking Potter I am going to hex you!" he warned. "Your father will kill you!"
I laughed. "You forget Zabini, I'm already not becoming a Death Eater, and so he's probably going to kill me for that. He can't kill me twice. And I'm not fucking him we haven't gotten that far. Just some senseless snogging." I said haughtily.
Blaise stared at me again. I swear, I must be enjoying this, making him shocked too many times in a row is really egging on my inner Slytherin. "But if you want me to tell you when we do get to the shagging, I most certainly will." I grinned mischievously.
"I- Don't- really know what to say. When did this all happen? I mean. What the fuck?" As I started to explain.
Harry's POV
I'm sure peole had questions they wanted to ask. Like why I was trusting Draco, but anytime anyone started to ask, I changed the subject to the hex we were working on. It worked and no one pestered too much. I walked with Ron, Hermione, and Draco back towards our room afterwards.
After Draco had headed off to his own dorm Ron stared at me. "Did Malfoy just make a joke?"
I thought for a second. "Yup. I think he did."
"And he didn't even call her a Mudblood!" Ron apparently couldn't get over the fact that now that Draco wasn't trying to make our lives miserable, he was a pretty cool guy.
"So what really did happen to your neck?" Hermione asked. "And don't give me that lame story about Peeves."
"Well Ron said I wasn't allowed to snog Draco in front of him, he never said anything abut not in front of him!" I blurted.
"Oh man, I so did not need to hear that." Ron groaned. "I am so going straight to bed."
"Don't you have an essay to finish?" Hermione queried. "I'm sure you haven't' finished your Charms yet."
"Nag, nag, nag. You sound like my mother."
"Come on, I'll help you, or you'll never get it done." Hermione pulled him up the stairs to the boys' dorm to find his book and half finished essay. I followed behind; listing to her nag him for the mess his part of the room was in, "Honestly Ron, how do you find anything." and smiled.
Four hours later, Ron was sleeping in his bed, and I lay awake, staring at the ceiling, feeling restless. I sat up, put on my glasses, picked up my wand and whispered Lumos. I located the Marauder's Map, and my Invisibility cloak. A whisper of 'I solemnly swear I am up to no good', to see where people were to decide my spot for wandering, and-
A dot labeled Draco Malfoy was stationary in the same tiny tower I'd hunted him down in the first night we actually spoke somewhat civilly. I grinned, threw the cloak over me and headed off.
He was sitting, smiling, staring out the window, which was still open, despite the chill of the early October night.
"Hello." I dropped the cloak as he whipped around, wand out. "Paranoid?" I teased.
"Sorry. Blaise let me know that Pansy's being a nosy wench and I thought it might have been her at first." he scowled.
"Blaise told you?" I asked. "Blaise Zabini?"
"Yeah, I have lots to tell you, but not now." he grinned, walking over to me.
"Why not now?" I asked, confused.
"Because I came up here thinking that maybe you wandered every night." his eyes glinted with something feral. It made my insides shiver with strange delight.
"Most nights,-yes" I stammered out.
"I thought so." He smirked his sexy smirked and closed more of the space between us. "The product of tortured minds."
"How do you usually get through them?" I asked suddenly, even though he was too close for usual conversation. The air had become intimate.
What do I get to get me through this sleepless nights?
And what do I have to hold when no one's there to hold me tight?
And what do I see the only thing that gets me through this?
That's what I feel and I feel you.
"The nights are no problem. It's the days that are torture. ." his fingers whispered over my neck. "I want to kiss you."
His lips trapped mine in a deep kiss that I could have stayed in for hours, mouths pressed together, tasting, teasing. We pulled apart gasping. "I feel you." he chuckled, rubbing himself against me, and-Merlin-in-Heaven I thought I might explode.
Desperate, stolen, kisses, behind a closed door in a tiny tower in the middle of the night. Oddly romantic. I think we spent hours touching outside of cloths, kissing every inch of bare skin not covered by our robes. But it had to end. We had to return to our dorms, catch a few hours of needed sleep, and off to breakfast to pretend that we still hate each other.
A/N Sorry, no shagging yet. But next chapter, I promise. I know the make out scenes are a little vague, But you really don't' want to overdo it. I mean really, how many people go through a play by play of making out when they're actually doing it? I sure as hell don't.
I'm happy people like this. I'm having fun writing it, although this chapter was a pain to write. Plot, Plot, Plot. You why they call it plot? That's what your brain does after writing it. plot. and passes out.
The Lacara curse:
I figured that since there are only three unforgivable curses, there were bound to be some other REALLY nasty curses that would be used in battle.
To get the name I simply Latinized the word 'lacerate', which is what the spell does. I thought it would be a nifty curse.
I will say that this is a very LONG chapter, and it took me FOREVER to finish. So I would REALLY like it if you pushed my buttons just the right way and clicked that little button that says 'GO!' and leave me a nice little (or not so little) review. I know you want to, go ahead, click it… oh yeah… oh yeah, that's the way.