Drumroll Please
Harry turned around and was surprised to find himself face to face, nose to nose, inches apart from Draco Malfoy.
And you know what he found even more startling?
He actually liked it.
"Did you mean what you said about your sexual orientation?" Draco leaned forward and whispered seductively in Harry's ear.
Harry found that he couldn't reply because his lips were pressed hard against Malfoy's, their tongues toying with each other. And Harry found that he could no longer control the desperation for Draco, the burning feeling in his loins, the boiling hot feeling he had running through his veins, throbbing manhood in his jeans.
Then he realised something; Draco was holding a candle to Harry's crotch.
That was what was throbbing. That was the burning feeling in Harry's loins.
Malfoy was literally setting him on fire.
Um, what?
"MALFOY!" Harry broke off the kiss to scream at Draco.
Draco laughed a maniacal laugh and opened the door.
Harry soon realised it was all a trick. The door only locked for Harry. He was trapped inside while Malfoy could come and go as he pleased.
Harry was, in every sense of the word, trapped.
Trapped by Malfoy, trapped by his feelings, trapped by his surroundings.
What was a desperate man left to do?
Well, we're talking of Harry Potter right?
He made a plan.
Hell Hope
Harry thought for hours as he lay on the bed. He wondered how he could escape, how he could inform others of his whereabouts; how he could possibly survive the torment he would receive from Draco.
Draco. Just the name was enough to turn Harry's thoughts to the sensation of kissing him. Draco's lips were softer than any that Harry had ever imagined; he could practically feel the emotion that he thought Draco had put into the kiss. Was it all just a farce? Why would Draco go to all this trouble just to get him alone? He doesn't work for Voldemort, he's not a Death Eater. So what's the point?
He lay on the bed, under the covers, waiting for Draco to come back. He would have to persuade him to tell him the truth. Charm him, manipulate him, seduce him- there were so many terms for the act that Harry was to commit. Finally, he heard the door handle turn. Draco was back.
"In bed already, Potter?" Draco sneered, his face contorted into an evil smile that made him look, well, unattractive if Harry was honest.
"Just waiting for you, Malfoy." Harry replied, winking as he did so. He felt so stupid but it worked; Draco smiled softly, almost pleased.
"Well, slide over Potter." Draco said as he curled up next to Harry, staring at the bewitched ceiling that was like the Great Hall- it looked like the starry sky outside.
"Draco, why are you doing this?" All thoughts of pretence out the window, Harry jumped straight into it, forgetting his plan. Well, to be honest, when had any of his plans ever worked? He arrives and all hell breaks loose. He wondered what hell this scenario would bring him.
"Because you'd never get to know me anywhere else in the castle. You'd never admit to anything unless we're alone. You'd never tell me your deepest darkest secrets, your biggest fears, or anything that makes you…well, you. You'd never be anything but Harry Potter who can't even walk into a book shop without making the front page." Draco paused, unsure of what to say next.
Harry smiled at the memory, surprised that Draco could even remember seeing him at Lockhart's book signing.
"Look, Harry, I just want to be your friend. Maybe more, if you'll let me. Ever since our first day of Hogwarts I've been obsessed with you. Wait, that doesn't sound right. Forget that, ok? Anyway, you embarrassed me a lot and I can understand why. I was a prick to Weasley. But all my life I've been brought up to act like that. I learned everything from my father; and you know what he is like. He taught me what was considered a wizard and all about the purity of blood. So yeah I can act like a dick. I was rude to Hermione, because she embarrassed me. I was rude to you yesterday when I was embarrassed from burning you. When I get embarrassed, I lash out ok? I'm not usually like that. And you have to admit that you three aren't perfect angels either. You terrified me at Hogsmeade in year three. You cursed Crabbe, Goyle and me in year four when we were almost at King's Cross Station. So we're just as bad as each other. At least I can admit that mine has all been an act. I'm in Slytherin for Christ sake. If I didn't act that way I'd get beaten up on a daily basis or something. So can you forgive me and try to be my friend? Even if it's away from Ron and Hermione and everyone else. I just need someone in my life that's as good and kind as you." Draco's face was able to pierce Harry's heart in an instance. He was desperate and hurt, looking for comfort from his archenemy. What else was Harry supposed to do?
"Ok Malfoy. I trust you. And I believe you. And most importantly, I forgive you." Harry smiled at Draco and, for the first time in a long time, a warm feeling spread over his heart and gave him comfort. It was hope.
Lightning Strikes Twice
Oh. My. God. Harry with Draco? What on Earth is he doing? This is as bad as that time that Hermione was fraternising with the enemy at the Yule Ball! Although, granted, I guess I only said that because I like her. Dammit Potter! Why do you have to mess everything up? Hermione was finally starting to like me again after our last fight. I had a game plan! Now you've totally messed it up! Malfoy, of all people? Look, dude, I knew you were one of those guys but I never dreamed you'd like Malfoy of all people. Pale faced, pale hair, face permanently residing in a scowl, hates Mudbloods and traitors like yourself. Oh, how I wish I could talk to you about this but I know I can't. You are too kind and understanding of Malfoy's decisions and I…I am just a Weasley. Nothing to anyone except you, Hermione and my family. Because that's what it is to be a Weasley. You are nothing to anyone unless you can find someone who is actually able to care, who looks past your lack of wealth or fame, and understands that you can't afford to buy things brand new. That kind of friend is rare and when someone like you, harry, someone famous can look past those things- well, that's the only real reason why anyone else can appreciate my company. At least I think so.
Why is everything so confusing? You HATED Malfoy. And now you're sitting with him at the SLYTHERIN table for God's sake, being all chummy with Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle and even the bloody captain of their Quidditch team. I just…I don't get it Harry. Are you turning into a Voldemort duplicate? Is that it? Decided that you're too good for the good side? Deciding you like the Dark Arts more than you like your so-called friends? Your friends who, might I add, are sitting alone because YOU don't seem to care enough to hang out with us or even talk to us. You've been so distant all school holidays. I know you were stuck here alone but come on, mate, surely you can get over this? Or are you doing some righteous mission from Dumbledore? Getting the dirt on the Malfoy family? OR are you actually trying to turn him over to the right side? If so, you are totally wasting your time mate. Malfoy is as good as gone, is what I say.
Holy. Shit.
Holy Shit
The whole school is abuzz with rumours. I knew everyone would be back from school holidays before me- I won Student of the Year last year and got to visit wizards and witches of my age from all over the world at a conference. I can't believe I missed so much school work!
And then I hear the disgusting rumour about Harry. Seriously, people? You think that the most famous wizard in the world, the man who defeated Voldemort, is with MALFOY? HARRY ISN'T EVEN GAY! Well, he did tell us once, but come on, he was slightly drunk. Well, ok, a lot drunk. I don't even approve of getting drunk at school but they did remind me it was the holidays….still, the hangover? SO not worth it. If I ever become a Potion Master, first thing I will create is a potion to cure hangovers. Maybe one exists already. I'll have to check the library first thing Saturday morning in case they all rope me into some Room of Requirement drinking contest. It's all Ron's fault of course. He suggests it and makes me look like a weakling if I don't agree. It's not my fault I can't resist those hypnotising eyes…
BUT HE DIDN'T EVEN REMEMBER WHAT HAPPENED AFTER LAST TIME!
Gosh, if I kissed the girl of my dreams (not that there is one, but you know, suppose I was a guy) then I would certainly remember it. But no, Mister Ronald Weasley has to get so smashed he can't even remember making out with that girl.
Want to guess who that girl was?
ME.
Ahh. I even invited him to Slughorn's party. And to top it all off, I caught him with that bloody Lavender Brown! Hands all over each other! It was disgusting and heartbreaking and he is such a JERK!
He's even affecting my speech. I said bloody a few sentences ago.
Oh, Ron, why can't I get you out of my head?
Fate's Hand
"So that's my brilliant plan. What do you think?" Harry winked at me, after telling me how to get Hermione.
"This so reeks of Malfoy." I sneered at Harry, furious that he would listen to that greasy haired slime ball.
"Oi, Weasley, watch your manners would ya?" Draco smiled, and, to rub it in my face, kissed Harry on the cheek.
"Yeah, whenever you start to act like a human being, Malfoy." I snarled back at Draco, glaring at him with piercing eyes.
"Guys, you have to learn to get along, ok? Ron is my best friend. Draco is my boyfriend. Both ways, a package deal. You guys are just as much a part of me as my lightning scar." Harry dramatically whispered into the darkness.
"Aw, how romantic." Malfoy whispered, leaning in to kiss Harry.
"That's it, as soon as two guys kiss, I'm out of the room." I said. Just because I support Harry's sexuality does not mean I can see two guys kiss? That's just…awkward.
"Beat it then Weasley. Give us some privacy, eh?" Malfoy couldn't resist winking at me, rubbing their relationship in my face.
I walked out of the room, my mind preoccupied with thoughts of Hermione. Would Malfoy's plan actually work? It sounded too simple, too easy. It sounds like a waste of time. Really, Malfoy? Just go out there and tell her how I feel? Every detail? NOT going to work.
Oh hey Hermione. Guess what? I love you. I want to date you. I want to marry you. And I want to make a family with you. So get over here and kiss me already.
Yeah, I'm not the romantic type.
But, here goes.
"Hermione, can we talk?" I whispered into her ear as she sat, curled up with a book in the library.
"No." She said in my ear, clearly still furious with me.
"Fine then just listen ok? Look, I'm sorry. I don't know what happened. One second, I was sitting in the common room and the next Lavender just came up and…well, how do you stop that kind of thing?" I whispered, careful to make sure Madam Pince didn't overhear.
I could tell Hermione was listening. She gave a loud agitated sigh when I asked how I could have stopped Lavender.
"I know it was wrong. But you never said that you wanted me as a date. Which is why I didn't know why you were so mad. And I've ditched Lavender. You wouldn't believe how hard it was. She'd started calling me Won-Won for God's sake. Look, I'll just come out and say it ok? I love you Hermione. I always have, I always will." I kissed the top of her head and started to walk away, defeated. Malfoy's plan just wasn't going to work. Nothing was.
Then I heard footsteps.
Won-Won
"Ron!" I caught him just before he left the library. I had to know.
"Did she really call you Won-Won?" I asked, breathless from hurrying after him.
"Yeah, she bloody well did. It was a real pain in the-" Ron's words were cut off as I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him.
I had imagined this moment ever since I realised how I felt about him. I will not admit how long ago that was. It's slightly embarrassing. And going off with Krum, well…it gained Ron's attention. It was like before that moment when I walked down those stairs in my periwinkle blue dress and my hair up in a nice sleek twist, he had never realised I was beautiful. That was how he looked at me; as if I were more radiant, more beautiful, and brighter than anything he had ever seen. I wanted that look to stay on his face whenever he saw me. Then I realised something. The next day, he had the same look. But I suddenly saw that he had looked at me this way for as long as we had known each other. Nothing had changed. I had just realised how he felt.
And now it was the moment I had imagined. I always thought his lips would be soft on mine, gently pressing into my own. His eyes would be closed, his hand on the back of my head, wrapping his fingers in my hair. His other arm would be wrapped around my waist, pulling me into him. The kiss would last a couple of minutes, we'd pull apart and smile, lost in the moment. He would be gentle with me, for fear I was fragile.
But things never go as we imagine them, do they?
His lips pressed on mine fiercely and with a ravishing desire. His lips were hot and seemed to light a fire within me, I was burning. He bit my lip, wrapped his fingers so tight in my hair I thought he might try to yank it out. His arm was so tight around my waist, his belt was digging into my stomach. But my arms were just as strongly holding onto him. My fingers were wrapped in his hair just as tight. My arm around his back pulled him as close as possible to me. We were together as we had never been together before. He pushed me against the wall outside the library. His hold on me never once loosened. He held onto me as if he might never hold me again. His embrace was warm, keeping the fire within contained. I cherished the closeness, having never been as close to another human as in this moment. His mouth started to slowly open with each kiss and I knew what he was searching for. I opened my mouth and his tongue slipped into mine. They toyed with each other, caressing each other. I had never been kissed like this before.
Soon, his kisses became urgent, as if he was desperate to make this moment last forever, to make it real. I wanted to comfort him, to tell him I would never let go, but I couldn't break off the kiss. I was locked, mesmerised by his intensity. I felt his hand slip under the back of my shirt and for a moment I was worried he would push this too far. It was our first kiss; I wasn't ready to go further. But then I realised he just wanted to have his hand on my skin. His hand never strayed from my back and his fingers were as soft as feathers. When he realised I wasn't pushing him away, he kissed me softly, gently, allowing for breaths in between. The fire was there but it was cooling off.
I didn't want it to cool off.
I let my hand slip under his shirt, pulling him closer, biting his lip to get him to kiss me with intensity, with fire again. He did as I wanted. And it was better than before.
We were so lost in one another we never heard her footsteps. We finally broke apart, after God knows how long, by a high-pitched girlish screech from a fellow Gryffindor.
"WON-WON!"