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The room would have been engulfed in black if it wasn't for the small dim lamp near the opposite end of the room. Silk sheets lay around him, emerald green in colour. They were cool against his hot skin, moving like water, caressing him.
A body moved above him, trailing soft fingers over his tanned skin. He sat up as small, soft kissed landed on his chest, shoulders, neck. Strong, lithe arms encircled him. The slender fingers traced shapes on his back and his eyes slipped shut.
Soft, tender lips met his in a slow and sensual kiss. Harry kissed back, feeling the fingers dig slightly into his back, pulling him closer, making him shiver in anticipation. It felt good.
"Harry…"
He opened his eyes as the kiss ended, but the culprit was gone. He frowned slightly, before the arms wrapped around him again, this time from behind. Harry could feel a slightly muscular chest pressed against his back as he was pulled closer. Warm breath tickled his ear, before kisses trailed down from his ear to his collarbone. Harry closed his eyes, tilting his head back as his heart raced, blood flowing down south.
Fingers ran softly down his body, before making their way back up again, making a small moan escape from Harry's lips. Searching, Harry reached a hand back and found soft hair. He ran his fingers through it, causing the person behind him to move his head into Harry's hand, almost like a cat wanting to be petted.
"Oh, god… Harry."
He was turned around, and before he could get a good look at the face of the other man, his lips were captured again. It was still sensual, but now there was a sense hunger in it. Harry grew harder as their bodies pressed against each other. Strong hands pushed him down onto the bed, never breaking the kiss, as nails lightly ran down his body. As the kiss grew more intense, nails dug into Harry's sides, causing him to gas. A tongue darted into his mouth, and a battle for dominance ensued. Harry ran his hands over the foreign body, trying to find out who was making him feel like this.
The lips left his, and began to kiss his neck, before slowly moving down to nip at his collarbone. Harry groaned, arching into the touches, as hands travelled down his body to his thighs. He pried his eyes open to look down, finally catching a glimpse of the man in front of him. He carded his fingers through the blonde hair, before putting his hand on the culprit's chin, pulling his face up to see who it was. Piercing grey eyes, darkened with lust and hunger, met Harry's emerald green.
Harry awoke with a start, sweat beading on his forehead, panting heavily. What was that dream about? He sat up, and a furious blush covered his cheeks as he realised how the dream had affected him. Lying back down with a heavy sigh, he concentrated on images that he was sure would will his erection away. Like, Umbridge. Or McGonagall in leather. He shuddered, but realised he was working. Sending a small thanks to his disturbed brain, Harry cast a Tempus. Six in the morning. He groaned and sat back up, no longer uncomfortable. A quick shower would do him some good as well. Grabbing his clothes, he headed to the small bathroom near the dorms, dwelling over the dream.
There was no doubt in Harry's mind that the man in the dream had been Malfoy. He stepped under the spray of hot water, rubbing his eyes. There was no other person that he knew that had that blonde hair and those grey eyes. He groaned and rested his head against the cold tiles in front of him. What was happening to him? Was he turning gay? For Malfoy?
As he thought of the blonde, he felt his heart speed up. Even the mere thought of the blonde in that way had him blushing. Maybe he was starting to like Malfoy. Maybe just a little bit. It couldn't hurt, surely. Could it?
He groaned and washed himself down, before running shampoo through his hair. What was he to do about it though? He couldn't tell Malfoy. That was be insane right now. Hermione. He would ask her for help.
Realisation hit him as he washed the remaining suds from his hair. Hermione already knew! And so did Ginny. This was what they had been talking about that day in the Great Hall. He growled slightly in frustration, before turning off the water and grabbing a towel to wrap around his waist.
As soon as he was dressed, he was going to have a little chat with them.
He found the two girls sitting at the table together when he walked into the Great Hall for breakfast. Perfect. Fixing them with a glare, he made his way over to them.
"Harry!" Hermione started happily, before noticing the look in Harry's eyes. "What's happened? What have we done?" Immediately, she was worried. Good, Harry thought. He was not happy.
"We need to have a little chat." He said curtly, sitting beside Ginny, who made a bid for escape. Harry quickly grabbed the sleeve of her robe and pulled her back into her seat. "No chance. You as well."
Ginny raised an eyebrow at him, not in the same frame of mind that Hermione was. That was what Harry liked about Ginny; her own temper was as fiery as his, and she could dish out as good as she got.
"What's this about?" She asked, crossing her arms.
Casting a quick glance around them, to make sure no one was eavesdropping, he leaned across the table to Hermione, as Ginny did the same. "You two knew about Malfoy and… me." Harry growled.
Hermione's eyes widen before she giggled. Ginny just grinned mischievously. He swore under his breath. That definitely confirmed it.
"So, you've figured it out then?" Hermione asked, smiling at Harry. "What took it?"
Harry flushed at the memory of the dream. "That doesn't matter," he said quickly, not wishing to divulge his secret. "What matters is that you never told me!"
"You had to figure it out yourself, Harry." Ginny sighed, but she was still grinning. "So, have you told him yet?"
"What? No!" Harry exasperated. "I've just found out that I… may… like him." His voice died as he finished the sentence, his blush deepening.
"Oh, Harry." Hermione leaned over the table to hug him. "Don't worry about it. If anything's to happen, it will happen. You know that Malfoy is very blunt and forward about things like this."
"Yeah." Harry picked up a piece of toast and began to chew it slowly. His anger towards his two friends disappeared, only to be replaced by fear. What if Malfoy figured out that Harry had these feelings? He had grown so used to his company over the past months, and they had had some great laughs together. What if Malfoy was disgusted by him?
His thoughts wandered, once again, to his dream. He remembered the feelings that had coursed through him, and the look in Malfoy's eyes at the end. They had been full of hunger, lust and passion. He imagined Malfoy leaning over him, that same look in his eyes before he leaned down to claim Harry's lips.
He cleared his throat and mentally chastised himself. Now wasn't the time to be thinking about that. He shook his head to rid the images from his head, earning a raised eyebrow from Hermione. He smiled at her, before finishing his toast.
"I'm going to Charms. Are you two coming?" he asked, standing up and grabbing his bag.
"Sure." Ginny smiled, clearly happy that Harry wasn't still mad at them. He didn't blame them; it was a minor thing to be mad about. They hadn't meant to keep it from him, they had only wanted him to figure it out himself. And he had.
As they walked, they spoke of the homework they had been assigned. Hermione, as always, had gone over the limit. He smiled. There were some things that never changed.
Looking ahead of him, he saw a group of Slytherins heading towards them, whispering amongst themselves while throwing Harry looks of contempt. He frowned. He didn't want a confrontation, but it looked like they were looking for one.
They spread out in a line, blocking the width of the corridor, making it impossible for them to pass without having to either barge through them, which would cause a fight, or ask them to move, which would also cause a fight. They were Slytherins after all.
"Harry." Ginny said warningly, her hand hovering over her wand pocket. He shot her a glance before turning back to the green and black robed teenagers in front of them. They looked like they would be either sixth or seventh years. Briliant.
"Well, it looks like we've caught us some lions." One of them sneered, a skinny boy with a mousey face. The others cackled in their lines, shifting their bodies so they could easily get to their wands. Harry watched them all closely, knowing Hermione and Ginny were doing the same.
"Move out of our way. We're just going to our class." Hermione said sharply, her eyes moving between every one of the Slytherins. They all laughed at her comment.
"Oh, you two girls can go, but we want to have a little chat with Golden Boy here." One of the girls said, glaring at Harry.
He could feel his patience running out. Getting called the Gryffindor Golden Boy was something he loathed, and they knew this. He knew they were going to needle him, to get a reaction.
"We're not going without Harry." Ginny snapped, edging slightly closer to Harry.
"Oh really? Well then," the mousey faced boy stepped forward with a swagger. "Where's pretty boy?"
"Who?" Harry asked, his wand hand twitching.
"Draco Malfoy, Blondie." he sneered, now standing right in front of Harry, "Where's the little fag anyway? I thought you two were fuck buddies or some-"
The boy never got a chance to finish his sentence as Harry's fist came up and smacked him in the jaw, knocking him backwards. The rest of the Slytherins had their wands out now, shouting insults at Harry, probably getting ready to fire curses at him. He brought his own out, and pointed it down at the boy who lay sprawled on the floor in front of him.
"Now," he growled, "I'm guessing that you're one of the lot that landed him in the Hospital Wing. I'll let you know something, I don't like it when my friends get hurt." He towered over the younger boy, whose eyes were starting to fill with fear and loathing. "Do it again, or go anywhere near him, and I swear on Merlin's grave that you will regret it until your dying day."
"Oh really?" The boy spat, obviously wanting the last word. "Well, will you look at that! Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived-To-Be-Gay, with Draco Malfoy, the Death Eater fag!"
Sparks flew from Harry's wand, scorching the boy's throat, as something smashed in the background, causing one of the Slytherin girls to scream. He knew he was losing control of his magic, but he was too angry to care. His hand was shaking bad, as he glared down at the Slytherin, whose smirk had disappeared and was clutching his neck where the sparks had hit him.
"Say something else, I dare you." Harry snarled. "You'll hurt a lot more when I'm done with you!"
"Harry!"
Hermione was tugging on his arm, but he didn't acknowledge her, his eyes fixed on his opponent, who was scurrying backwards on the floor, back to his House mates. Harry's wand followed him, until they all scampered back down the hallway where they came from.
"Harry, calm down!"
Taking a deep breath, he turned around to see Hermione looking at him, her face pale and hands shaking. Ginny was just staring at him. Behind Hermione, he saw that one of the windows had smashed. No doubt that that was what he had caused.
"I'm sorry." Harry sighed, rubbing his forehead. "They were needling me."
"And it worked." Ginny said simply. "You need to learn how to control that temper of yours, Harry Potter."
He couldn't let it. Harry laughed, stowing his wand away. Trust Ginny to add a spark of humour into the serious mood. "It won't happen again."
"It better not." Ginny stated, folding her arms. "Or no more chocolate for you."
"Yes, mum." Harry grinned, before pulling them both into a hug, which they returned. "I really am sorry. It's just… they were probably the ones who hurt Malfoy. And they were really starting to get on my nerves."
"We know, and you're forgiven." Hermione patted his arm, before they all pulled apart. "Come on, or we'll be late."
They headed towards their class, Harry's mind reeling with the things that the Slytherins were saying. Did they know something? Or were they just needling him to get him to react? That's something they would usually do. He knew they didn't know about his confused feelings involving Malfoy. So, that left the Slytherin himself. Surely he hadn't said anything like that. Harry shook his head. It wasn't going to help if he got all wound up about it. He reminded himself of Hermione's words.
If something was meant to happen, it would.
Harry couldn't help himself after dinner. He soon found himself on the way to the Hospital Wing to see Malfoy. He didn't know what was going on. It was like he and Malfoy were magnets, just constantly getting pulled together.
Madam Pomfrey wasn't in the room when he entered, and he soon found Malfoy's bed. A few more students had been admitted. One was a Hufflepuff, who had somehow managed to acquire a tomato for a nose. He stifled a chuckle as he walked past. That was just too funny. He wondered how it had actually happened. Another was a Ravenclaw first year, who just looked ill. Her small face was a vivid shade of green. Literally. Raising an eyebrow, Harry past them and ended up at the foot of Malfoy's bed.
The grey eyes that had he had last seen in his dream looked up from the book Malfoy was studying and met green. A small smile graced his features as he nodded his head towards the seat beside him. Harry took it, not able to keep looking at Malfoy in the eye.
"And what do I owe this honour to?" Malfoy drawled playfully. Harry said nothing, chewing on his bottom lip, before rubbing the back of his neck.
Malfoy was frowning, Harry could tell by the tone of his voice. "Potter, what's wrong?"
"Hm? Oh, nothing." Harry sent a small smile at Malfoy as he dared himself to look up. "How are you feeling now?"
Malfoy shrugged. "The bruising has all gone, and my ribs have been fixed. Pomfrey said she's going to keep me in tonight and let me go some time tomorrow, just to be on the safe side. Apparently, I got hit with some nasty spells."
Harry nodded, leaning back in his chair to stare up at the ceiling. "I know it was the Slytherins that did this."
He felt Malfoy tense. "And how did you come to that conclusion?"
"Because they tried to corner me in the corridor with Hermione and Ginny." He lowered his head to look at Malfoy. The blonde was staring at his bed covers, his hands clenched into fists, his book lying forgotten. His jaw was set and he had paled slightly, if it was possible.
"What did they say?" Malfoy's voice was quiet.
"They wanted to know where you were, and they called you…" He didn't want to tell Malfoy that he had been called a fag. It was such a nasty word. And what if Malfoy was actually gay? Harry's heart began to beat faster, but he willed it to slow down. Now wasn't the time.
"Just tell me, Potter. I've heard it all before." Malfoy snapped, his eyes meeting Harry's.
He gulped slightly. "Well, they, um, called you a fag…" he trailed off, not wishing to tell Malfoy anything else that was said.
Malfoy continued to stare into his eyes. It was almost like he knew that Harry was keeping the rest of the encounter to himself. Picking up his wand from his bedside cabinet, the curtains closed with a soft swish. He turned back to Harry, an eyebrow raised. "Continue."
Harry sighed and rubbed his forehead, before leaning forward in his seat. "They said we slept together." He blurted out.
Malfoy's jaw dropped, before he gathered himself as he cleared his throat. "That's a new one. Well, it's just a bunch of stupid nonsense." He muttered, smoothing out the bed sheets. "Just ignore them."
He watched Malfoy carefully. There was a small pink blush appearing on the sculpted cheeks of the Slytherin's face. He looked like he was chewing on the inside of his lip as well. Something like hope fluttered within Harry. If this was affecting Malfoy like that, maybe… maybe Malfoy felt the same way he did, if he even felt something more than friendship for the blonde. He took a sharp intake of breath involuntarily.
Malfoy's eyes darted up at this, focusing on Harry's. He realised how close he actually was to the hospital bed then, and he could feel his face heating up slightly. His eyes wandered over Malfoy's face, taking in the soft blonde hair that fell into his grey eyes slightly, looking soft to the touch. The angled cheeks with their flawless skin and his sharp jaw line. The straight nose that led down to his lips, which were a soft pink and weren't too full, but just looked so perfect for Malfoy's face. It looked angelic. Especially when those eyes weren't cold, but soft like they were just now.
Malfoy's tongue darted out to wet his lips, and Harry's eyes followed its path. He was captivated, totally captivated, by Malfoy's face. He gulped, and he raised his gaze to Malfoy's eyes. The blonde was gazing back at Harry, as if he would disappear in an instance.
On his own accord, he hesitantly placed his hand on top of Malfoy's, which was resting on the bed near him. Harry felt him shaking, and gently squeezed the pale hand, almost like it was a signal. Well, he wasn't a Gryffindor for nothing.
Malfoy leaned forward slightly, and Harry did the same. Soon enough, their noses brushed together. He could feel Malfoy's breath on his lips, and he closed his eyes, swallowing, trying to calm his erratic breathing.
"What are we doing?" Harry whispered, tightening his grip of Malfoy's hand slightly, as he rested his forehead against the blonde's.
Malfoy's other hand came up to cup Harry's cheek, his thumb absently stroking it. "No idea." He muttered, before leaning in and pressing his lips against Harry's.
It was better than Harry had expected. Malfoy's lips seemed to fit Harry's perfectly. They weren't chapped, but smooth as they pressed against Harry's own. He tilted his head slightly to the right, and Malfoy's lip darted out and licked across his bottom lip, causing Harry to gasp. That was all it took for Malfoy to slip his tongue into Harry's mouth. There was no battle for dominance as their tongues intertwined, exploring each other's mouths. Malfoy tasted like strawberries and something else that was definitely all Malfoy. A small whimper escaped Harry as his free hand gripped Malfoy's shoulder, pulling his closer. Malfoy's hand slid to behind Harry's neck, deepening the kiss. Seconds, minutes, hours passed, Harry didn't know. He lost himself in the taste of Malfoy, his tongue tracing paths in the blonde's mouth. A moan escaped the blonde, before they both pulled away, panting slightly.
Harry kept his eyes closed as his heart raced. He knew he was shaking slightly. Never before had a kiss made him feel like this before. If he had been standing, he knew that his knees would have buckled. He gripped Malfoy as if he was the only lifeline he had, before resting his head on said boy's shoulder.
"Wow…" Malfoy whispered, his breath tickling Harry's ear.
"Yeah." Harry chuckled slightly, licking his lips slightly. He could still taste Malfoy and he savoured it.
They sat in silence after that. Harry kept replaying it over in his mind. It was better than the dream without a doubt.
Realisation hit him. Hard.
He had just kissed Malfoy.
Shit.
He jerked back from the blonde, panic rising in his throat. It was one thing to dream of the blonde, but another to actually kiss him. Malfoy was gazing at him with concern.
"What's wrong?" he asked quietly.
"Shit. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I don't know what came over me." Harry rambled. "I'll just leave now. I'll see you later." Harry made to stand, but a firm hand grasped his robe sleeve.
"Please." Malfoy whispered. "Please don't go."
Harry's heart melted as he saw how vulnerable Malfoy was. Fighting against his instinct to run the hell out of there, he slowly sat on the edge of Malfoy's bed, as the blonde took his hand. Malfoy's skin was cool, and he was shaking.
"Why don't you want me to go?" Harry asked.
Malfoy was chewing on his bottom lip, which was swollen and pink from the kiss. Harry's heart did a leap, knowing that he was the one who had caused that. Harry waited for the reply.
Malfoy let out a heavy sigh, before glaring at Harry. "If you think that I'm going to let you just up and leave after that kiss, after everything that we've gone to, because you 'didn't mean to' , you need to go get your head examined at St Mungo's." he said lowly. "You can't fool me, Potter. You wanted that just as much as I did, if your actions were anything to go by." Harry blushed deeply, before Malfoy continued, softer than he had. "Look, I don't know why it happened, but it did, okay? Nothing can change that."
Harry studied Malfoy. A graceful blush covered his cheeks, as grey eyes glared at him, full of passionate fire. He gulped, and squeezed Malfoy's hand slightly, watching as the grey eyes softened.
"You're my only friend right now." Malfoy whispered. "I don't want to lose you."
Harry's heart skipped a beat at this. But what if this came between them, once Malfoy actually thought about it and let it sink in?
Malfoy seemed to read Harry's mind, as he smiled at the raven haired boy. "Don't think I'm delirious from this, Potter. You're good at kissing, but not that good."
Harry snorted, before leaning over and resting his head on Malfoy's shoulder. "So, what do we do now?"
Malfoy sighed gently in Harry's ear. "You're the Gryffindor, you figure it out."
Harry chuckled slightly. "I really don't know what came over me. It just… happened."
Malfoy started Harry, as he placed his arms around Harry's waist. "Let's not think about it then. Let's just see where it goes."
Harry nodded, before pulling away after a minute in Malfoy's arms. He needed to think this through. He had no idea what was going to happen between him and Malfoy now.
"I'll let you rest, and I'll see you tomorrow." he said, standing.
Malfoy nodded. "I'll be back in classes the day after. Pomfrey probably won't let me tomorrow."
Harry smiled, before picking up his bag. He awkwardly stood there for a moment. How did he say goodbye to Malfoy now? A hug? A peck? Just a wave?
"Umm, well… bye." he said, turning to exit the curtains. A sharp pull brought him back round and soft, warm lips met his. He froze for a moment, before relaxing and kissing Malfoy back.
"See you." Malfoy whispered, smiling softly as Harry left.
His heart was fluttering like that as he made his way back to the common room. He knew his face was flushed, and his pinks swollen like Malfoy's, but he didn't care. He knew now that what he felt for Malfoy was more than friendship. Don't get him wrong, he loved the blonde's company, his sarcastic wit, his ease to get on with now they had put their animosity aside. But he also loved Malfoy's smile, how his hair just looked so soft, how those grey eyes sparkled with fire whenever they found Harry. There was definitely chemistry between them.
Harry's thoughts wondered back to what Malfoy had said. "You wanted this just as much as I did." That had to mean something. It had to. Malfoy wouldn't say that off the top of his head on a whim. Malfoy had actually wanted to kiss Harry. He blushed more, before cursing himself for doing so easily. That meant that Malfoy did had feelings for Harry, just as Harry did for him.
Making his way toward the fireplace and Hermione and Ron, he decided to talk to his bushy haired friend once Ron was in bed. He needed a female's view on this situation.