To Gain My Independence
Ah, I had this all typed up and uploaded, and I guess I forgot to post it. Lolz, it was almost two weeks without any reviews before I was like "is this chapter that horrible?" And then I started crying because even my regular reviewers didn't like it enough to review. So I went to take it down, figuring I would rewrite it, when I saw that I never posted it….Needless to say I felt like an idiot.
Anyways, next chapter will probably be beta'd
Draco awoke to his bed curtains being pulled open by Theodore Nott.
"Shut the curtains!" Draco commanded when he noticed Harry was still undressed.
"Blaise was telling the truth!" Draco got out of the bed, and shut the curtains behind himself.
"Where's the head ache potions?" Draco asked opening a drawer and finding it lacking in the potion he needed.
"You don't look hung over." Crabbe said giving Draco a vial from his own stash.
"Did anybody ask you Vincent?" Draco took the bottle from him and opened the curtains around his bed just slightly. Harry was sleeping face down, his mouth open and drooling on Draco's pillow. Draco wanted to be mad, but he couldn't, and he didn't know why. "Harry?" he whispered into Harry's ear. Harry didn't stir. His light, even snoring continued. "Harry wake up." he said a little louder. Harry let out a small snort, and turned his head. Within seconds his quiet snores started up again.
"That's attractive." Blaise's sarcastic voice said coming into the room fully dressed. He had a pair of Gryffindor robes folded not so neatly in his arms.
"Where'd you get those?" Draco asked looking at the robes. He watched as Blaise smiled proudly, if not a little smug.
"I had some first year get one of the Weasley twins out of their common room. When one of them came out, I'm not sure which, I asked him to get one of Harry's robes for him."
"And he did, just like that?" Draco looked at him suspiciously. The twins were not ones to do Slytherins favors.
"Yeah, he said he owed Harry." Blaise shrugged his shoulders like it was no big deal. Draco turned back to Harry, his annoyance plainly written on his face.
"Won't you get up already?" Draco sighed, smacking Harry lightly on the bum. Harry groaned and rolled over.
"Harry!" Blaise yelled from where he was standing.
"Hmmm?" Harry mumbled waking up. His hands went straight to his head. He had a terrible headache, and for a moment he thought it was his scar.
"Never mind." Blaise called out. "Your welcome." he mouthed to Draco.
"I had it handled." Draco whispered clenching his teeth together in irritation.
"Where am I?" Harry asked finally opening his eyes and seeing he wasn't in his own bed. He looked around and all he could see was Draco's head poking between the curtains.
"My dorm room. Here drink this." he handed the vial to Harry, who was staring at him in confusion.
"How'd I get in here?" He asked not drinking the potion.
"Don't you remember anything from last night?" Draco asked sitting down at the foot of the bed. Harry suddenly realized he was naked, and he pulled the covers around himself.
"Not really. Did I fall asleep at your cabin?" He asked confused.
"It's more of a cottage, and no." Draco looked at the still full vial in Harry's hand. "It'd help if you drink that." Harry looked at the olive green goop and crinkled his nose.
"What is it?" He asked sniffing it. "I'm not drinking this." he decided. Ron's socks smelled more appetizing.
"It's for hangovers." Draco waited for Harry to drink the potion, but Harry set it down uninterested. His head continued to pound, but he could live with that. "For Merlin's sake Potter." Draco said picking up the potion and unscrewing the top off. "Drink up." He said holding it to Harry's lips. Harry drank it, not because he wanted to, or because Draco was forcing him to, but because he called him Potter. He didn't want Draco to be mad at him anymore. "Feel better?" Draco asked as the pounding in Harry's head receded.
"Much," he agreed. He swished his tongue around, trying to rid the bitter taste from his mouth.
"Good." Draco opened the curtains. Harry watched as he rummaged through a dresser drawer and pulled out two silk boxers and two under shirts. Draco changed into a pair of the pants and shirt, and opened another drawer. He pulled out a crisp white button up, and put it on slowly. "Get dressed." Draco threw the second pair of boxers and under shirt to Harry.
"I don't wear these." Harry tossed the undershirt back. "It'd be too long anyways." he added when it looked like Draco was going to protest. It was the truth though, Draco was a good five or six inches taller.
"Fine, Theo can you lend Harry a dress shirt and a school jumper?" the shorter slytherin glared at Draco.
"It's Teddy, not Theo." He said pulling a white shirt out of his trunk. It was not perfectly folded and placed in a drawer like Draco's clothes were. He handed the shirt to Harry, who nodded his thanks. Harry stood, and slipped the silk boxers on in one fast fluid motion.
"No wonder Draco enjoys fucking you." Teddy joked looking at Harry's now covered crotch. Harry blushed, and busied himself with the buttons on his shirt. Draco sent a mild stinging hex to Teddy's behind.
"How about the jumper Theo?" he asked casually as Teddy jumped and rubbed his bum.
"Your wish is my command oh holey one." Teddy replied sarcastically. He flashed a devilish grin towards Draco and pulled his robes off. He walked closer to Harry as he pulled his jumper off, leaving him in nothing but his tie and a dark green pair of briefs. "Here you go." He smirked at Draco has he handed Harry the jumper. Harry reluctantly took it and stepped back at the same time.
"You better watch it." Draco whispered in Teddy's ear while handing him a shirt he pulled out of the boy's trunk. "Let's go Harry." Draco said after Harry dressed in the robe Blaise gave him, he was now putting on his socks and trainers from the night before. When he was done, he followed Draco out of the room, down some stairs and into the Slytherin common room. Every Slytherin quieted for a second, before they started whispering to each other. They had heard Harry stayed the night when Blaise had walked through holding a pair of his robes, but non of them had actually believed it.
"Just ignore them." Draco said while grabbing Harry's arm and leading him out of the common room, and to the Great Hall for breakfast.
"What happened last night?" Harry asked as he followed Draco down a cold corridor.
"What do you remember?" Harry thought about Draco's question for a minute.
"Everything, up until sometime during two truths and a lie. Hey, did Blaise really do all those things with his step dads?" Harry asked concerned, forgetting about his question.
"I wouldn't doubt it, he's a slut, or have you not noticed?"
"Some just call me promiscuous." Blaise said joining them. "How are you feeling Harry?"
"Much better." Harry could still taste the potion in his mouth though.
"You seem to be walking okay, I take it Draco used plenty of lubrication?" Harry turned confused eyes to Draco, just as he was popping Blaise on the back of his head. Suddenly it clicked, he knew what Blaise meant. His face flushed in embarrassment, and he kept his eyes to his feet as he walked. He was aware of Blaise and Draco arguing in hushed tones, but he paid them no mind as he concentrated on his body's reaction o each step he took. He didn't feel any discomfort, or anything out of the ordinary.
"Are we still on for quidditch tonight?" Harry looked up, finally noticing they were standing outside the doors of the Great Hall, Blaise was nowhere to be seen. He wondered when he had left.
"Quidditch?" Harry asked confused.
"Yeah, remember?" and suddenly Harry did remember their quidditch date.
"Of course, at seven. I'll meet you there?" he asked unsure.
"If you want, or we can meet up after dinner, and get our brooms together. I keep mine with my teams, I assume you do the same?" It took Harry a moment to realize that was a question and not a statement.
"Yes, so then we can meet right here after dinner then?" Harry asked unsure.
"Yeah. Are you okay?" Draco reached his hand out to Harry's forehead, checking for a fever of some sort.
"I'm fine." Harry assured.
"You seem out of it." Draco said concerned, now checking Harry's cheeks for the fever.
"It's just, I'm trying to figure out…Is what Blaise said…you know about the lubrication..?" Harry tried to ask.
"We didn't have sex." Draco answered, knowing what Harry was trying to ask. Harry visibly relaxed. He wanted to remember his first time with Draco.
"Did we ummm…?" Harry tried to think of a way to ask his new question.
"Do anything else?" Draco asked knowingly.
"Yeah," Harry answered, grateful he didn't have to ask.
"We did do some things." Draco answered.
"Oh." Harry said disappointed.
"I told you that you would regret it." Draco said partially smug, and also disappointed.
"I don't regret it." Harry rushed out. He looked at Draco's disbelieving face, and he continued. I just wish I could remember it." Harry looked down, and when he looked up he was blushing. "Did I like it?" he whispered. Draco smirked as he remembered last night.
"It sounded like it." He said wagging his eyebrows in a jokingly manner. Harry blushed deeper.
"Did you?" he whispered so quietly Draco almost didn't hear.
"You really don't remember?" He asked Harry. That wasn't a yes.
"No." Harry answered. Draco took a step closer to him, and brought his face to Harry's.
"It was one of the best nights of my life." Draco whispered before leaning in and placing his lips against Harry's. It was a gentle kiss, Draco was giving Harry a chance to easily push away. Harry was sure his heart stopped for a moment. Suddenly his whole body flushed with warmth, and he eagerly responded to the kiss. After a moment Draco reluctantly pulled away.
"You'll miss breakfast if you don't go now." He said breathing deeply.
"Who needs food anyways." Harry said placing a hand around Draco's neck, and pulling him closer for another kiss. Draco let the kiss continue for another moment before pulling away. Harry's mouth tasted like the headache potion, reminding him that Harry did indeed need food.
"You do, you drank too much last night to go on an empty stomach. Besides," he added, when he noticed Harry leaning in for another kiss. "That potion is not supposed to be taken on an empty stomach. You don't want to get sick do you?" Harry groaned and pulled away, his lower lip pouting. Draco found it too tempting, and locked his lips with Harry's again. This time it was Harry's turn to pull away.
"Someone has to be responsible." he pecked Draco on the lips. "See you tonight, right here." He reminded before entering the Great Hall. The Great Hall was half empty. Almost every Ravenclaw, and Hermione, were frantically going over notes. Harry remembered that there was supposed to be a test in one of his classes. He just couldn't remember which. Ginny was sitting next to Hermione looking irritated, stabbing her sausage with her fork harder then necessary. The Weasley twins seemed to be dancing around questions Ron was asking them. When he stepped behind Ron, Fred looked up, relief in his eyes.
"There he is ask him yourself." Harry sat bracing himself for an onslaught of questions, but Ron didn't ask him anything.
"Ask him already Ronald." an annoyed Ginny said. She still had her fork in her sausage, and was mutilating it with a knife.
"I don't have to ask, I know he was getting ready to tell me." Ron defended himself against his little sisters irritation.
"Tell you what?" Harry asked, positive he already knew.
"Ronald wants to know where you were last night, he hasn't let it drop all morning." Ginny said, giving up on cutting her sausage and picking up a piece of toast, she began to viciously rip the crust off.
"I have not been asking all morning." Ron countered. After the crust of Ginny's toast laid in a pile on her plate, she started shredding her toast.
"You have Ron, and its getting old and tiresome. I don't know why you're skirting around the question now." Ginny stood and tossed her toast down. "I have to go meet up with Dean." and she left in a storm.
"Is she okay?" Harry asked concerned.
"Pms." George said brushing it aside.
"Red-headed temper." Ron countered, as if he didn't want to think of Ginny on her period.
Hermione packed her book bag. "I want to get to class early and prepare for the test some more." She rushed off looking nervous. She was always like this before a test.
"So where were you?" Ron asked casually. Harry poured himself some juice and took a long sip.
"I went to Hogsmeade. We invited you, remember?" Harry gestured to himself and the twins.
"The twins were back in the morning, you weren't. And why was Blaise Zabini getting a pair of your robes from the twins? Are you two dating now? Did you stay at Hogsmeade and snog him all night?" Fred and George stood up, they both had devilish grins on their faces.
"Now Ron." George started.
"Your not his Mother." Fred finished.
"If he wants to snog a Slytherin all night, why should it concern you."
"Is someone feeling a tad bit jealous." George snickered.
"Do you need more alone time with Harry?" Ron's face flushed, as Fred and George winked at him and left, each nodding a goodbye to Harry. Harry was at a lost for words.
"We should head to class." he stood, taking a piece of the toast Ginny tore up.
"I hate them." Ron grumbled picking up his book bag. "Are you and Zabini dating?" Ron asked riffling through his bag.
"Not a chance." Harry looked at Ron's book bag and groaned. He didn't have his with him, and he didn't have time to go and get it.
"You would tell me if your dating Malfoy wouldn't you?" Ron was leading Harry to their History of Magic class.
'I don't think I am." Harry looked over his shoulder to make sure no one was near. "Would you hate me if I was?" he whispered.
"Yes." Ron replied, but the grin on his face said other wise. "I want to throw up just thinking about that ferret, I'd rather not have to think about you with that rodent."
"I'm being serious Ron." Harry slowed their walking pace down, as they neared their class. He waited in silence as Hannah Abbott walked past them, flashing a smile at Harry and blushing. "I think I might like him." He said when she passed out of earshot. "A lot." he added.
"Malfoy?" Ron looked like he swallowed something nasty. "That git?" Harry nodded his head. "You have to be insane, Harry this is Malfoy we're talking about."
"I know, and I don't get it either. It's not like he's even gay, but I can't help it." Harry stopped walking, and leaned against the closest wall. Behind him a painting of a girl locked in a tower was busy looking out her window desperately. It reminded Harry of Rapunzel.
"Your new at this whole gay thing. Maybe your just confused. You probably mixing up love and hate since they are so strong of emotions." Ron said, trying his hardest to give a Hermione answer. He did not like the idea of Harry with something as evil as Malfoy.
"Maybe, but I don't think so Ron." Harry rested his hand against the Rapunzel painting. The girl in the painting reached out to him, as if expecting he would try and pull her out of the picture.
"You'll grow out of it. I mean you have to, since Malfoy is straight." Harry could tell that Ron did not want to be having this conversation. He kept glancing to their classroom door, looking ready to bolt.
"He asked me to play quidditch with him tonight, do you think that means anything?" Harry started walking again. He wondered why he was asking Ron, of all people, these questions.
"We play quidditch all the time and it means nothing." He answered. "Are you ready for the test?" Ron opened the classroom door a little too swiftly. Harry could tell Ron was uncomfortable, so he went with the topic change.
"Am I ever ready for a History of Magic test?" Harry wished he woke up early and read over Hermione's notes like he usually did. The test was much harder than he thought it would be, and he struggled through the whole thing. About halfway through, he zoned out, not thinking about anything in particular. Five minutes before class was over, he was hit in the back of his head by someone's quill. He grabbed the quill off his shoulder, where it landed, and turned around eyeing the Ravenclaw behind him.
"Are you going to finish the test?" The Ravenclaw whispered. He was a tall ash blonde with light freckles on his nose. His eyes were brown, and he had a cocky grin on his face.
"I guess I should." Harry turning back around.
"Can I have my quill back?" The Ravenclaw asked in a playful tone. Harry turned back around and handed him his quill.
"My names Josh." the Ravenclaw whispered.
"Harry." Harry whispered back.
"I know. I mean who doesn't. Hey, is it true?" Josh asked. Harry looked at him confused.
"Is what true?"
"That your, well you know, into guys." Harry blushed, and debated whether or not to answer the question. "I've never been with a guy." Josh continued, not needing an answer. "but I wouldn't mind being with you, if your looking." Harry resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He had only just met this guy not even a minute ago.
"I'm no looking, sorry." Josh's face fell for a split second, before his cocky grin was back. "So its true?" he said again.
"What's true?" Harry asked getting annoyed.
"You and Draco? I heard you two slept together. I always thought you guys hated each other."
"We don't hate each other. I have to get back to my test, I only have a few minutes." Harry turned back around, and began guessing answers on his test. After class was over, he found Ron and Hermione, and followed them to transfiguration. He passed Josh on his way out, who was busy gossiping to a group of his fellow Ravenclaws.
"It's true." Harry heard him whisper. "He told me himself, they love each other." Harry hoped that Josh wasn't talking about him, he never said the words love, he only said they didn't hate each other. Transfiguration went by slowly. The whole class was busy talking and whispering to each other. Everyone but Ron, Hermione, and him were too unfocused to attempt to change a rat into a cat. A simple spell, according to Ron, who managed it on his twelfth try.
"I'll meet you at lunch." Harry told Ron and Hermione after class ended.
"Where you going?" Ron asked curious. Hermione was busy neatly putting her notes away.
"I have to get my bag, I'll need it for divination." Harry walked to Gryffindor tower alone. Once inside the common room, he passed Ginny, who was talking with Dean. Harry waved to her, but she pretended not to see him, and turned her back. Harry walked to her, and put a hand on her shoulder. "Gin, can we talk?" he asked confused. He wondered what he did to make her mad. She whispered something to Dean, before he left to join Seamus.
"What Harry?" Ginny asked not looking at him.
"Are you -are we okay?" Harry asked, putting his hands together and fiddling his thumbs.
"What ever gave you the impression that we aren't?" Ginny's answer was cold, and she still refused to look at Harry.
"What did I do?" he said softly, trying to catch her eye. She looked up, her face distorted in furry.
"Malfoy Harry? Really? How could you choose him over me?" Harry could hear the anger and pain in her voice.
"Ginny I didn't choo-" he started, but Ginny cut him off.
"Save it Harry, I heard you and Malfoy are fucking, and Dean saw you two kissing this morning. He said you guys looked pretty chummy!" she yelled at him. "He's a jerk Harry, I thought you hated him!" her eyes filled with tears, and Harry didn't know what to say to make her feel better.
"I thought I did too." He whispered.
"Then what happened, why do you like him over me? Am I not pretty enough for you? Is it because he's blonde? I can dye my hair Harry." the tears in her eyes spilled out, but she ignored them.
"Its not that Gin, I love your hair. I'm just-you know I'm gay." Harry replied in a low voice. "I thought you understood."
"I would understand if you like guys, but Malfoy?" she wiped the tears from her face, but more fell from her eyes. They seemed to catch the light, and shined like diamonds. Harry knew Ginny was beautiful, and she was still pretty when she cried. He wanted to like her, he wanted to be straight. His life would be simply and not confusing. Ginny was someone that has always loved him, and he had no doubts when it came to her. He didn't know why he couldn't bring himself to like her in the way he wanted to.
"I can't help it Gin, I can't help who I like. Don't think I haven't tried." Harry was now looking down. He didn't like to watch her cry. She was like a sister to him, and it hurt to see her in pain.
"You can help it, if you really wanted to." she seethed, her hands were on her hips now, and she had stopped crying.
"Then tell me why your so concerned with who I like, when you are dating Dean?" Harry asked quietly, looking towards Dean and Seamus. They were both looking back, and everyone else in the common room was too. Ginny was standing silently, tears in her eyes again.
"I don't know." she replied quietly, unheard by Harry, who at the same time whispered, "I have to go." he left the common room in a rush, and hurried to the Great Hall for lunch. Halfway there he realized he forgot his book bag. Frustrated, he leaned against the wall, next to a painting. It was a painting of a young man with a dimpled smile, and a suit of armor. He was sitting on a white horse, and behind him was a blonde girl. Harry recognized her from the painting he saw this morning. She was the girl who was trapped in the tower, the one who reminded him of Rapunzel. He knew she would eventually have to go back o her painting, and he wondered if she felt pain when she was away from her prince.
"It's not that interesting of a painting." a familiar voice said from behind him. He felt two arms wrap around his waist, and he turned his head to see Draco, a smirk on his face.
"I like it." Harry replied.
"You wont find paintings of a chivalrous prince in the dungeons." Draco said before planting a light kiss on Harry's lips, and pulling away. Harry wondered if he meant anything else by that.
"So what brings you all the way to the Gryffindor tower dungeon boy?" Harry asked, continuing his walk to the Great Hall.
"I was actually trying to find you." Draco followed Harry.
"Oh. What'd you need?" He asked confused. Draco shrugged his shoulders.
"Just checking to see if we were on for quidditch tonight still."
"I thought I answered that this morning." Harry was now even more confused. "Did you change your mind?"
"No." Draco answered a little too fast. "I just thought with everything people have been saying, you might have changed your mind."
"What have people been saying?" Harry then remembered something Ginny said to him a few minutes ago. 'I heard you and Malfoy are fucking, and Dean saw you two kissing this morning.' "Oh. Maybe we should wait to go flying together, you think?" he didn't care if people talked about it for the rest of his life, he still wanted to go flying with Draco, but he didn't want to force Draco to go with him.
"Maybe that would be best." Draco said reluctantly.
"Can we still hang out though? Somewhere private I mean?" Harry asked.
"I'd like that." Draco said pushing open the door to the Great Hall. "We can still meet here like planned." He entered the Great Hall, Harry at his side. The whole room silenced as people took in the site before them.
"At seven then." Harry mumbled, and hurried to the Gryffindor table, his head down. The second the two separated, the room was filled with scandalized whispering.
Sorry to put of Harry and Draco's quidditch date, I'm still trying to figure out how it's going to go.
This is a long chapter, for having nothing really going on in it.
You should review anyways. Let me know what you think should go on during their quidditch date, and their get together at seven(which will of course be in the room of requirement) Tell me how the room shall look, and what they should do, or talk about, or whatever ideas you have. It'd help me update faster.