Secrets
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Category: romance, angst, FT, humour
Warning: a little OOC, not very original but wouldn't leave me alone!
For Christine, sorry it's not NC-17 :(
There was a note on his bed. That in itself was not unusual, he was always getting notes, both from friends and from lovesick girls. Usually however, notes were not put together with letters cut out from a newspaper, neither did they usually come with photos of his own personal possessions. Especially not his most personal and most secret possession.
"Nooo!" he howled, reading the threatening letter.
The dorm room door burst open, revealing the large forms of two of his oldest, although, definitely not best, friends.
"Draco, what's wrong?" Greg asked, blinking worriedly.
Draco gasped, whipping the note and photo behind his back quickly. "Nothing," he said.
"But, Draco," Vincent protested.
"I said, nothing," Draco snapped, "Now bugger off, I need to think." With no further protest, Draco was left alone to study the note. There was no one he could turn to about this, he had to do whatever further notes told him to or risk his most prized possession being destroyed and his most terrible secret being exposed to the whole school by his blackmailer.
His initial impulse had been to suspect Potter, but even though the Gryffindor was a complete dickhead, Draco knew he wasn't this cruel. So who could it be? No Slytherin would dare, and how could someone from another house get into the dungeons and his room undetected? Even his alarm spells hadn't registered any presences outside the norm.
@>*~
Draco found another note on his bed, the fourth one. He read it slowly and blinked.
The first three notes hadn't been too bad. The first had demanded that he make no snide remarks or taunts towards Potter in class, even if provoked. He could cope with that, could pass it off as Potter simply being beneath his notice.
[Right, Potter, beneath your notice, my arse.]
Draco ignored the voice in the back of his head.
The second note had instructed him to never voluntarily answer questions in Potions. That was a little harder considering how fantastically good he was at Potions. Professor Snape had given him some very strange looks, but he could deal with that.
Even the third demand had been okay. Well, not okay, but he'd managed to swallow his pride enough to ask Granger for help in Care of Magical Creatures.
But this... the fourth note was too much. The trouble was, what exactly, was he going to do about it?
So far nothing he'd done, wards, alarm spells, traps, had identified the culprit, or even registered something wrong, Draco didn't have any idea how the notes were getting into his room. The only thing he'd managed had been to narrow possible suspects down to Gryffindor House; hardly a big surprise.
He didn't want to turn to anyone for help, but there was no way he was giving in to this last demand. No way in hell!
There was only one person he could risk asking... the only question was, could he bring himself to?
@>*~
Draco tapped his foot impatiently, arms crossed over his chest as he waited. "Are you quite finished?" he snapped.
Wiping tears from his cheeks, Harry snorted, but nodded. "You want my help?" Malfoy's lips tightened but he nodded. "You're actually asking me for help?"
"Yes, Potter," Draco said, "Which part of my question did you not understand?"
"Don't get stroppy," Harry chuckled, "I could just leave." Malfoy had practically ambushed him in Potions, then shocked him by asking for help with something. Harry was dying to know what that something was.
"No!" Draco exclaimed, then flushed lightly. "Oh, bugger it. Listen Potter, I'm desperate, but I need you to promise never to reveal what I'm about to tell you."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "You need me to promise?"
"On the souls of your parents," Darco said quietly.
Flinching at the mention of his parents, Harry nonetheless realised how serious the blond was. "Fine, I swear on the souls of my parents never to reveal to anyone what you are about to tell me," he vowed, tone dripping with sarcasm.
"Okay." Draco stared at The Boy Who Lived for a moment, then swallowed his pride and handed Potter the notes and the photo.
Harry took them curiously, glancing briefly at the photograph before reading the notes. His lips trembled, then he snorted. Glancing up, he caught Malfoy's expression of annoyance crossed with dismay and lost it. Tears poured down his face, his stomach ached and Harry had to sit down.
Draco stared at Potter, lips pressed together, fists clenched at his sides. Then, suddenly, his anger dissolved and hurt hit him hard, tears stinging his eyes. He hadn't expected Potter to be quite so thoughtless in disregarding his feelings.
"Never mind, Potter," he spat, dashing at his eyes, trying to get rid of his tears before they escaped. "I'll do it myself."
Harry strained for control and raised a hand. "Wait, wait," he gasped, "Malfoy, are you serious?" The Slytherin glared at him and raised an eyebrow. "You've asked me for help because someone stole your t-teddy bear?!" Harry's voice broke and he giggled helplessly.
"Yes," Draco gritted out, digging his manicured nails into the palms of his hands. "Someone is blackmailing me, Potter, but they've taken it a step too far."
"But a teddy bear?!" Harry exclaimed.
Draco swallowed against the lump in his throat, a wave of grief overwhelming him momentarily. "It's all I have left of my Grandmother," he whispered.
Shocked, Harry stopped laughing immediately. Malfoy looked like he was going to cry, actually cry. His eyes glistened, slate grey with pain, lips slightly parted as he breathed heavily. Wow, Harry blinked, without the perpetual sneer, Malfoy looked almost human, quite nice really.
"You're really serious," Harry whispered.
"Fucking hell, Potter," Draco snarled, "Yes, I'm serious, now are you going to help me?"
"Okay, yes, I'll help you," Harry said hurriedly, "Just..."
"What?" Draco demanded impatiently.
"Why did you ask me, of all people, for help?" Harry asked.
Draco gritted his teeth, Potter just had to ask, didn't he.
"I won't help you if you don't tell me," Harry said firmly.
"Fine." Draco pouted in annoyance. "You're the only one I trust not to tell the whole school about this, okay?"
Harry blinked in surprise. Malfoy had trust. In him. "Okay," he nodded. "So first, you want your teddy back, second, you don't want anyone to know you have a teddy bear and third, you want to know who's responsible," Harry surmised.
"Right," Draco nodded, "Before Quidditch season starts. I will not throw games."
"No," Harry agreed, "That's really wrong. I can't believe someone would tell you to do that."
Draco was a little surprised at Potter's vehemence, but then he was a Gryffindor, it was a question of honour for him, a fair fight.
"What have you tried?" Harry asked.
"I have wards and alarm spells on my bed, but not one has been triggered. Locator spells on Fluf- uh, my teddy bear haven't worked and so far questioning has narrowed suspects down to Gryffindor house," Draco reeled off, praying Potter didn't notice his slip.
Haryr blinked again. "Wait, wait, did you say Fluffy?"
"No," Draco snapped far too quickly.
"You did! Oh my God, you called your teddy, Fluffy!" Harry laughed uncontrollably.
"I was one, Potter," Draco snapped defensively.
"Aw, Malfoy, that's so sweet," Harry teased the Slytherin.
"Shut up, Potter," Draco growled.
"Okay, Malfoy, sorry," Harry chuckled, "I'll see what I can do."
Draco nodded and hurriedly left the room. He would not say thank you, exposing himself to Potter that much had been humiliation enough. He wondered why Potter had agreed to help him, Draco would have laughed in his face had the positions been reversed. Uncomfortably, Draco remembered that Potter had laughed at him, more than once.
[His eyes glow when he laughs.]
"Shut up," Draco snapped.
[Well they do.]
Draco snarled in annoyance. When he found out who had taken Fluffy and forced him to go to Potter for help, he was going to make them beg him for death.
@>*~
"Hey, what happened to you?" Ron asked, looking up at Harry.
"Oh nothing, just helping someone out," Harry said, unable to quite help a wide grin at the thought of helping Malfoy.
"Who?" Hermione asked curiously.
"No one." Harry snickered helplessly. Fluffy... Malfoy had a teddy bear called Fluffy! How Harry wished he could tell his friends. Ron and Hermione exchanged glances, but neither pushed him for an answer for which Harry was glad.
He dropped onto a couch and pondered the question. Who could have got into Malfoy's room and bypassed his wards and spells? Who could have known Malfoy had a teddy bear? Harry was surprised Malfoy hadn't accused him, which made him wonder, could he accomplish such a task?
Maybe with his invisibility cloak he could get into Slytherin dorms. There was that revealing spell Hermione had taught them to show up protective spells and wards in a room, then he could disarm or bypass them in some cases, again thanks to Hermione. It was a challenge he couldn't pass up.
@>*~
The next night, after all he could hear was snoring, Harry sat up and pulled his cloak around him, hurrying to the dungeon. He'd already eavesdropped on Crabbe and Goyle to get the Slytherin password. Now he just had to find Malfoy's room.
It took him a couple of goes, but finally he found it. At one end, two small twin beds were shoved close together and occupied by Crabbe and Goyle. The rest of the room appeared to have been taken over by Malfoy. Typical selfish Slytherin brat. Harry glared at Malfoy's bed, a huge king size double draped with silk.
Harry pulled out his wand and pointed. "Monstrare," he whispered. The bed lit up with wards and alarms, but Harry smirked, he could bypass them all and Draco would never even know he'd been there. Harry carefully peeked through the curtains and froze, mouth dropping open in shock.
Malfoy was naked on top of the covers. He slept in the nude.
The blond was absolutely perfect. Smooth, milky-white skin stretched taut over lean, toned muscles. Long limbs curled round, the Slytherin sleeping in a loose foetal position, hiding his crotch from Harry's view. Not that Harry wanted to see Malfoy's crotch, he hurriedly tried to convince himself, he hadn't even been looking and definitely not admiring!
Harry yanked the curtain shut and stepped back, breathing in harshly. Time to go back to bed and he was not going to be thinking about the shadowy cleft bisecting two perfect, round buttocks.
Harry shook his head in dismay. Okay, so he sometimes found boys attractive, but this was Malfoy. Surely he was not so shallow that a pert arse could strike his fancy like that. No, it had just been a shock seeing the other boy naked like that. That was all, a shock.
Right.
Heading back to his room, Harry lay down and closed his eyes, trying to force himself not to picture Malfoy's perfect, lithe form.
He didn't succeed.
@>*~
Draco frowned. None of his alarms had gone off and yet...
"Vin, Greg, did either of you touch my curtains last night?" he asked.
"Of course not," Vincent said, blinking in confusion. Greg just shook his head vehemently. Both of them knew he slept in the nude, it was more than their lives were worth to peek.
And yet, someone had peeked. Someone had opened his curtains without setting off his alarms, disturbing the very precise way in which he arranged them every night.
Was his blackmailer checking up on him, or was he just being paranoid?
@>*~
Potions was the final class of the day again and Draco managed to catch Potter's eye, raising his eyebrow. Potter nodded briefly, then ignored him. As Potter sat behind him, Draco didn't have an excuse to stare at him... not, of course, that he had any interest in staring.
[Right.]
"Shut up," Draco muttered.
"Mr Malfoy," Professor Snape addressed him suddenly, "Did you have something to share with the class?"
"No Sir," Draco said quietly.
"Five points from Slytherin, talking in class," Snape said. Several sniggers were audible and Snape swung round. "Weasley, Potter, Granger, Finnegan and Thomas, you lose Gryffindor ten points each for laughing."
"I didn't laugh," Harry gasped.
Draco turned and stared at the dark haired boy, who actually looked astounded.
"Detention Potter, for questioning me," Snape added with a sneer.
"But..." Harry started.
"I could make it every night this week if you like, Mr Potter," Snape drawled.
"Uh, no Sir, sorry Sir," Harry sighed in resignation. There was no reasoning with Snape and he'd long since given up trying.
Draco blinked. Potter really hadn't laughed. Just because he'd turned to the younger boy for help, he hadn't expected to be treated any differently. This was exactly the sort of thing that all Gryffindors would normally find amusing, especially Potter.
Realising he was still staring and Potter was staring back, Draco quickly turned round, facing his desk, cursing the fact that Potter had caught him looking.
[He was looking too.]
Draco groaned and tried to ignore the irritating voice in his head that seemed determined to commentate on Potter and his feelings towards him. Not that Draco had any feelings towards the Gryffindor of course, other than contempt.
At the end of class, Draco waited for everyone to leave, grabbing Potter and pulling him aside.
"Oi, watch it," Harry hissed, yanking his arm free.
"Okay, okay," Draco huffed, "Have you found anything yet?"
"Merlin, Malfoy, give me a chance," Harry snapped, embarrassment over what he'd seen the night before making him defensive.
Draco pouted. "Sorry," he muttered. His annoyance over apologizing was alleviated by Potter's expression.
Malfoy was full of surprises lately. Showing a sensitive side of astounding proportions, if deeply, deeply hidden, and now acting semi-politely. Harry was amazed to realise he could actually see himself liking the blond. Especially when he was so aesthetically pleasing. And God he was not thinking about Malfoy in that way!
"Yeah, okay, um," Harry blinked, trying to remember what he'd been about to say. "Oh right. Well, all of Upper and Lower Sixth Gryffindors know the spell to reveal locations of wards and alarm spells..."
"What?" Draco gasped. That was advanced magic, practically dark magic, most kids shouldn't even know about it.
"And how to bypass them," Harry added, amused by Malfoy's gaping.
"Well fuck, Potter," Draco snapped, "So much for Gryffindors being goody-two-shoes."
"What do you mean?" Harry asked.
"Those spells are illegal if you're underage, you shouldn't even know about them," Draco explained, tapping the side of his head to indicate how stupid Potter was.
"Oh," Harry stared blankly, "Well, I didn't know that!"
"The Weasel should have known," Draco pointed out with a sneer.
"Don't call him that," Harry snapped.
"Why not, he calls me Ferret," Draco retorted.
"You started the name calling, you can finish it," Harry said firmly.
"No, I didn't," Draco whispered.
"What?" Harry asked with a frown, the sorrowful look on Malfoy's face surprising him.
"Nothing," Draco snapped, "What are you going to do if I don't stop anyway? Tell on me?"
"Well I do know a little secret," Harry replied before he'd thought about it. Too late to bite it back, Harry realised just how much this was affecting the Slytherin. Malfoy's face drained of all colour, eyes widening in horror.
"You wouldn't," Draco breathed. If anyone found out it would destroy him and his blackmailer would destroy the only connection he had to his grandmother, "You c-can't." To his horror, Draco felt his eyes well up as his voice cracked. Could his trust really have been that misplaced? This was Harry Potter, golden boy of the wizarding world!
"Shit," Harry muttered. Malfoy must really be in a bad way to start crying in front of him. "Malfoy, I... I didn't mean it." Awkwardly, he squeezed the blond's shoulder. He ended up with an armful of sobbing Slytherin. "I promise, Malfoy, I'll never tell anyone, I'm sorry."
"R-really?" Draco sniffed quietly, letting himself snuggle a little closer while he had an excuse.
[He smells good.]
Fuck off brain, Draco snarled at himself.
"Yes," Harry sighed, trying to ignore the warmth of Malfoy's body in his arms, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have threatened you like that, it was really mean."
"Yes, it was," Draco said quietly, easing back to stare into Potter's vivid green eyes. "I'm really stuck here, Potter. If anyone found out about Fluffy... well, you know what it would be like." Potter nodded. "But I've had Fluffy since my first birthday, Grandma gave him to me, I can't lose him," Draco whispered, risking exposing himself to the Gryffindor even more.
Harry nodded solemnly. "I will never use this against you again," he said firmly.
"Thank you," Draco managed. He wiped his face and stood, putting on a smirk. "Enjoy detention, Potter," he sneered, getting his own back in a small way.
"Git," Harry snorted, watching the slender boy leave.
@>*~
Harry found himself back at Malfoy's bedside again that night, opening the curtains carefully. His lips parted on a sigh, mouth going dry as he stared at the soft white skin and lean body of the blond. He wondered if Malfoy's skin was as smooth as it looked, how the tiny sparse golden hairs scattered over it would feel under his fingertips.
The Slytherin boy was once again curled up on his side, once again exposing his behind to Harry's gaze, round, smooth, firm... bitable.
Harry bit his lip instead and stared for a little longer, then quickly dragged the curtains shut again. He was going to bed and he was going to forget about how attractive Malfoy was. That's right, not going to think about it at all, nope, not at all.
His dick wasn't hard and he wasn't going to have a wank. Not over Malfoy. No matter how sweet the Slytherin was turning out to be under the layers of snideness and maliciousness. And the sarcasm and the competetiveness.
Harry hurried back to his dorm and buried himself under his covers.
@>*~
Somebody had definitely messed with his curtains. Draco had made sure to arrange them especially carefully the previous night. Swallowing hard, Draco stared at the curtains. He was not going to be scared, he was going to be angry damn it. And he'd had so much practice convincing others that he could probably convince himself too.
He stalked down to breakfast, sweeping people aside, Greg and Vincent at either shoulder. No one dared protest when Draco was like this and most students knew to avoid him when he was in a mood.
Except for some of the Gryffindors of course.
"Oi, watch it you bloody prat," Ron Weasley snapped at him.
"Problem with your balance Weas..." Draco paused, catching Potter's eye. The dark haired boy raised an eyebrow and Draco pouted, "Weasley," he finished reluctantly.
"You're my problem, Ferret boy, you're a pain in the arse," Weasley snapped.
"What are you going to do, run to your mummy?" Draco sneered, "Again," he added under his breath. He stalked past the Gryffindors, trying not to let the smile Potter had given him when he'd resisted name calling affect him.
@>*~
Malfoy had actually made an effort. Not a huge one admittedly, and Harry was curious about the final whispered comment the Slytherin had made that he wasn't sure anyone had been supposed to hear, but an effort nonetheless. Harry smiled to himself. Maybe, just maybe he could quite like the blond.
Harry watched Malfoy for the rest of the day, in turns annoyed and amused by the Slytherin's typical arrogant behaviour. He noticed that Malfoy often seemed to weigh up a situation before deciding how to react, but always reacted like the dickhead he'd come to know throughout his school years. But it was different somehow, now that Malfoy had cried in his arms. Harry was starting to see that a very different person lay at the core of the blond.
Ron and Hermione were confused by his attitude, but decided he was laughing at Malfoy, so didn't question him.
After dinner, Harry headed to the library for some quiet so he could ponder the question of how had someone from Gryffindor got into the Slytherin dorms without being seen, not just once, but five times at least.
Polyjuice was a possibility, but suggested months of forethought. Invisibility potions were practically impossible which was why cloaks had been invented. As far as Harry knew he had the only cloak in school, cetainly in Gryffindor anyway.
So, what other options were there? A Gryffindor teaming up with a Slytherin? Harry snorted with laughter at the very thought, then sobered when he realised that was exactly what he and Malfoy were doing. So, unlikely, but possible.
So far, Harry thought, Polyjuice or someone 'borrowing' his cloak were the most likely options. He didn't want to think about the cloak option though, because that meant it was someone from his dorm and he reufsed to believe first, that Ron, Seamus or Dean could be that cruel and second, that any of them would use his cloak without asking. Polyjuice it was then. Harry nodded to himself.
"Hmm," he murmured, that made it even more likely that someone knew exactly what they were doing, had known about Fluffy. What Gryffindor could know something so personal about Dr- Malfoy... Malfoy. He was not going to think about the blond in personal terms, nope, no way. Harry blinked and shook his head, trying to clear it.
"Oi, Potter," someone hissed. Harry turned round, catching sight of blue-grey eyes watching him from behind a bookshelf. Rolling his eyes, Harry got up and joined Malfoy behind it.
"What, Malfoy?" Harry asked.
"Brain hurting, Potter?" Draco smirked.
"Eh?" Harry was confused.
"You were thinking awfully hard," Draco laughed, "I was wondering if your brain hurt."
"Oh sod off, you tosser," Harry sighed, "I was trying to work out who your blackmailer is."
"Right," Draco grimaced, "Sorry," he said grudgingly. He didn't want to alienate the Gryffindor after all, and it was nothing to do with Potter's look of exasperation. "Any ideas?"
"Well, possibly," Harry nodded.
"And?" Draco leaned forward, wide eyed in demand.
"Polyjuice," Harry said.
Draco blinked. "But that takes months to brew," he exclaimed in disbelief.
"Someone really doesn't like you, Malfoy," Harry said quietly, feeling a little regretful because he really hadn't liked the blond for such a long time that he'd never even seen what was buried within him; vulnerability and sensitivity. On reflection, Harry thought, with a father like Lucius, it wasn't much of a surprise that Malfoy had learnt to hide it so well.
"No shit, Sherlock," Draco snapped. Then he bit his lip. "Sorry," he sighed. "Polyjuice?"
"Well, someone managed to get into your room several times without being spotted," Harry pointed out, "And they certainly weren't using my-, I mean a cloak of invisibility. What other options are there?"
"But it's a really hard potion," Draco objected.
"We managed it," Harry said without thinking, "It's how Ron and I got in once..." he trailed off, flushing as Draco... Malfoy stared at him in disbelief.
"You bloody prick," Draco gasped, "You... why?"
"We thought... we, look it doesn't matter any more," Harry said, ashamed of how they'd treated Malfoy then, "Just know that it's possible."
Draco stared at Potter, eyes narrowed in suspicion. What was the Gryffindor hiding? Eventually though, he relented and nodded. "Fine, so what should I do about it?"
"Ask around, see if anyone's been acting strange lately, or even been seen in more than one place at a time," Harry suggested, "That's a start."
"How is that a start?" Draco demanded in confusion.
"If we can find out who is being imitated we can at least narrow most likely suspects to classmates," Harry explained slowly.
Draco raised an eyebrow at the patient kindergarden teacher tone. "Assuming of course the suspect used the same form each time," he said sarcastically.
"Hmm," Harry muttered, "Damn, didn't think of that." He breathed in deeply and froze when he realised he could smell Draco, his deodorant or cologne or something. It was really nice... really nice and he'd completely lost his train of thought. "What do you smell of?" he blurted out before he could stop himself.
"Smell?" Draco said in horror, "I do not smell!"
Harry flushed vividly. "Um, no, I m-meant, you know, scent, it's nice that's all."
Frowning in confusion, Draco shook his head. "I don't use anything scented, I'm allergic," he said, staring at Potter. What the hell was he talking about, the Gryffindor thought he smelt nice?!
"Um, oh," Harry cleared his throat in embarrassment. "Never mind." No scent, just pure Draco... no wonder he was hard. "Fuck," he breathed, trying not to be affected by the Slytherin's proximity, striving for control.
"Potter?" Draco said softly, a little worried.
Eyes wide, Harry tried desperately to remember what they'd been talking about. "Polyjuice," he gasped, "Okay." Good save Harry, yeah right. "Well, if it is more than one form that might help us narrow it down even more."
"I suppose so," Draco said, then he sighed. "Potter, I think my blackmailer is still coming into my room," he whispered.
"What?" Harry gasped, "Have you had anymore notes?"
"No, nothing like that," Draco sighed, "I just know someone's been there, at night."
"You're just being paranoid, Malfoy," Harry said hurriedly to cover his horror that the blond might know it was him, "Why would anyone want to watch you?"
A little upset at Potter's dismissiveness, Draco sneered. "Well you know I am bloody gorgeous."
Harry snorted. "You're a pain in the arse more like."
"Oh please," Draco said with a pout, "If you do it right, there's little, if any pain."
It took Harry a moment to relaise what Malfoy was talking about. Then he blushed even more vividly. "You mean..." he cleared his throat, "I m-mean, have you..." Malfoy raised a brow in amusement and Harry stopped, lookng away. Malfoy had slept with someone before and inexplicably, it made Harry's chest clench painfully.
"I, uh, anyway," Draco decided he'd better change the subject, because being a virgin at his age, especially in Slytherin House, was more than a little embarrassing. "I'll see what I can find out."
"Okay," Harry said quietly, still not quite able to look at Malfoy. "I'll keep digging, see who might have been able to brew the Polyjuice."
Draco nodded and Potter started to walk away. There was something different, all of a sudden, about the Gryffindor's demeanour and Draco felt a peculiar need not to let him leave like this. "Potter," he said quickly. The dark haired boy looked round inquiringly. "Thanks," he said sincerely.
Harry smiled and nodded at Malfoy. "You're welcome," he replied. Malfoy smiled back and Harry felt his mood lighten again. The Slytherin hadn't been lying, he was bloody gorgeous.
Shit.
He was obviously losing it. Not only did he really fancy Malfoy, but he was really starting to like him too.
@>*~
Yes, he was definitely losing it, Harry decided, standing, once again, at the foot of Malfoy's bed. He stood there for a long time, questioning his sanity.
Just one more look, just one. Harry very, very carefully parted the curtains, just the tiniest amount.
Oh God.
Gorgeous didn't even begin to cover just how beautiful Draco's naked form was. His dick had already been hard from anticipation, but now it ached. Harry was dying to touch himself, but he didn't dare and he couldn't stop looking.
Especially when Draco turned onto his back with a quiet sigh, letting Harry see his crotch for the first time. Harry barely held back a gasp. Draco was beautiful... and hard, leaking onto his stomach. A slender hand slid down and wrapped loosely round the flushed, perfect erection, stroking gently. Draco sighed again and Harry couldn't contain a groan.
@>*~
Draco couldn't sleep, not when he suspected he'd be getting a visitor again that night. He shifted restlessly, keeping a sneaky eye on his curtains.
It wasn't long before he heard quiet movement and he could have sworn that someone was just standing by his bed. Heart pounding, Draco held perfectly still and waited. Finally, the curtains twitched and on the other side he could see... no one. Draco's mind went blank for a second then suddenly he made the connection. Harry Potter. He hadn't missed Potter's slip over the invisibility cloak. Which meant Potter had been peeping for three nights.
[Which means he fancies you.]
Draco ignored his brain and thought for a moment. Potter watching him in secret was annoying because it had scared him, but now he knew it was Potter it was a turn on and he was getting an erection thinking about it.
Well, he could certainly test his brain's theory and relieve some frustration at the same time. Still pretending to be asleep, Draco rolled onto his back and fisted his cock. If Harry legged it, so be it, but if he stayed and watched, then just maybe the Gryffindor did fancy him.
Sighing softly, Draco started to stroke himself. The curtains opened a little wider and a quiet groan made his dick jump in his hand. Draco moaned, spreading his legs and rocking his hips up, pushing his shaft through his fingers. He wondered what the dark haired boy looked like when he wanked. Did he fist himself hard and fast or did he tease himself.
Draco bit his lip, tightening his grip, swiping his thumb over the head with a hiss. Sharp, hot pulses of pleasure coursed through his body, tension building in his groin.
"Draco," Harry breathed.
And that was it, his name from Harry's mouth. Draco exploded into his climax, jerking into his hand over and over, hot come splashing onto his chest and belly. Collapsing back onto the bed, panting for breath, Draco opened his eyes, staring right at the gap in his curtains. He winked, then chuckled quietly when they were yanked shut and he heard feet running away.
[He definitely likes you.]
For once, Draco didn't mind the voice in his head, he felt too good.
@>*~
Fuck, fuck, fuck! Harry leapt into his bed and buried himself under the covers. Draco had been awake, had winked at him, which meant not only did the blond know that Harry had watched him wank, but he'd heard Harry say his name, breathless with lust and want.
If he'd known Harry was there, why had he masturbated in front of him? The Slytherin couldn't possibly like him, could he? No, that was ridiculous. Obviously, Draco had realised that he was the one watching and decided to tease him. Oh, but that meant Draco knew he fancied him. Harry groaned, he was so screwed. And he still couldn't stop thinking about the Slytherin boy.
Harry rolled over and closed his eyes resolutely. He was going to sleep!
@>*~
Draco watched Harry the next morning with a mixture of amusement and anxious anticipation.
The Gryffindor avoided looking at him altogether at breakfast, managed not to get involved in a taunting match between him and Weasley during Herbology and disappeared when Draco went to the library to try and talk to him.
By the end of the day, Draco was significantly less amused and decided that an ambush was the best bet. He watched the trio of friends carefully as they walked to the Gryffindor dorms and waited till Harry started to lag behind. Then he hurried round another way to get in front.
Flattening himself against the wall, he watched Granger and Weasley walk past engrossed in conversation, then, as he passed by, Draco grabbed Harry, one hand clamping over his mouth, his other arm sliding round Harry's waist to drag him close. And oh dear, he really shouldn't have done that. Harry's strong body wriggled against him as he struggled in Draco's arms, arse against his groin.
"Potter, it's me," Draco hissed, "Calm down."
Harry relaxed and sucked in a breath. "You tosser, Malfoy!" he exclaimed, "You nearly gave me a heart attack!"
Draco couldn't help a smirk even as he pulled his robes round himself to hide the erection Harry's struggling had caused. "Jumpy today, are we?" he asked casually.
Harry flushed and looked down. "Yeah, well, you try living as the Dark Lord's worst enemy and see how jumpy you get," he said quietly.
Shit. Draco grimaced, he hadn't thought about that. "Sorry," he mumbled.
"Whatever," Harry said with a shrug. He was feeling distinctly uncomfortable, firstly because of what had happened the previous night and secondly because once he'd realised it was Draco who'd grabbed him, his trousers had become much too small. "Did you want something?" he asked tightly.
Draco stiffened at the younger boy's cold tone and he took a small step back. "Work that out all by yourself, did you?" he sneered defensively.
Blinking, Harry was surprised by Draco's sudden reversion to form and reacted without thinking. "Unless you're in the habit of grabbing boys in the corridor, it was pretty obvious," he snapped.
"I've been trying to talk to you all day, dickhead," Draco growled, "But you know what, never mind, don't do me any bloody favours." He turned and stalked away, both angry and hurt by Harry's attitude. Maybe he'd gone too far the previous night, maybe he'd been completely wrong and Harry didn't even like him, let alone fancy him.
Harry stared after the Slytherin boy wondering what on Earth had just happened. He'd come to realise that Draco was extremely sensitive, but what could have brought that on? He also realised that he hated it when Draco reacted defensively like that and it disturbed Harry immensely. Since when did he care that much about the blond.
"Fuck," he groaned. He was so much more than screwed.
@>*~
"Hey, where did you disappear to?" Ron asked him when Harry threw himself on his bed.
"Malfoy ambushed me," Harry sighed, "We had a fight."
"He is such a bastard," Ron said vehemently, "It's all his fault you got detention last week and he made me lose fifty points this morning."
Harry had to bite back his defense of the Slytherin boy. Instead he hugged his pillow close and rolled over to look at his friend. Ron was staring contemplatively at him. "What?" Harry asked.
Suddenly, Ron gave him a wicked smile. "I know what'll cheer you up," he said, nodding his head. "I'll let you in on a little secret."
"Go on," Harry said, sitting up in interest.
"What if I told you Malfoy had a little teddy bear that he took everywhere," Ron said with a smirk, "And what if I told you he called it Fluffy."
Stiffening, Harry blinked at his redheaded friend. "What?
"Yeah," Ron chuckled, "And what if I told you that Malfoy has been doing whatever I tell him to because I took his stupid bear."
"Are you serious?" Harry gasped, anger starting to build. Oblivious to Harry's darkening mood, Ron nodded, laughing helplessly. "How would you know something like that?" Harry asked.
Ron snorted, "Malfoy and I were best friends when we were little."
"What?!" Harry exclaimed, "You never said!"
"Like I'd admit to ever being friends with that wanker," Ron sneered, "Besides it helped me get one over on him, didn't it?"
"Where is it?" Harry said quietly, trying not to lose his temper with his friend, who he apparently didn't know as well as he'd thought.
"Hidden in my trunk," Ron chuckled, "Harry, it's brilliant, I don't know why I didn't think of it before, Malfoy's such a pussy when it comes to that bear. God, when we were seven I tried to play with it and he threw an absolute fit, screaming about his precious Fluffy. I called him a big baby and he pushed me over, the bastard. Anyway, he's stopped taunting you, stopped sucking up in Potions, even asked Herm for help in class, all because of that stupid bear!"
Harry's temper exploded. "The stupid bear that his grandmother gave him, you mean?" he snapped. Ron stopped laughing and stared at him. "And I notice you neglected to mention that you told him to throw his Quidditch games."
"What?" Ron asked, utterly shocked, face pale.
"How could you do something so rotten?" Harry demanded, "And the Quidditch?! I want to beat Slytherin fair and square, you stupid git."
"What?" Ron repeated stupidly.
"How did you do it?" Harry asked, dangerously quiet.
"I, I borrowed your cloak," Ron replied.
"Fuck," Harry sighed, "You bloody idiot, how could you be so cruel?"
"Cruel?" Ron gasped, "Oh come on, Malfoy deserved it."
"You really think that?" Harry asked softly, disappointed in his friend.
"He's a bastard, Harry, what is wrong with you?" Ron shook his head.
"Nothing, never mind." Harry rolled away and closed his eyes. Everything was upside down, he liked Draco, was fucked off with Ron. He really liked Draco, but he'd managed to bugger that up somehow. Now what was he going to do?
@>*~
The next day was awful. Ron was ignoring him and vice versa. Draco was ignoring him and Harry was at a complete loss. He wasn't sure how he felt about Ron for the moment, but Draco returning to his old sarcastic self was horrible. As ridiculous as it sounded, even to himself, Harry found that he missed the Draco he'd been getting to know, even after such a short time.
At the very least, Harry had to make sure Draco got Fluffy back. Maybe the Slytherin would calm down and talk to him.
@>*~
Draco tried not to watch Harry too much. He didn't want to.
[Right.]
Shut up! Draco fumed at himself. It was stupid to have thought they could possibly have got along, that Harry bloody Potter could have in any way liked him.
Now he had no excuse to talk to Harry and no one to help him find Fluffy. Just perfect.
He ignored everyone that day, brooding until he could be alone, closing his bed curtains tightly around him when he finally got back to his dorm, hiding himself from the world. Then he blinked.
There, on the bed, a note balanced in his lap, was Fluffy. Draco picked up Fluffy, hugging him close as he fingered the note nervously. He hoped it was from Harry and not his blackmailer.
'Draco. I found Fluffy and returned him as promised. I won't tell you who took him though, I don't want any more fighting. I'm sorry I snuck into your room that time and I'm sorry for whatever it was I did to upset you. I hope you'll consider continuing our friendship. Harry.'
Staring at the note, Draco read it again. Harry was apologising, but he didn't know what for? He didn't know?
Draco hugged Fluffy tighter. Maybe the way he'd acted hadn't had anything to do with him. But friendship? Draco really wasn't sure friendship was enough. Granted, they'd only recently started being civil towards each other, but Draco was starting to like the Gryffindor and he'd fancied him for a lot longer.
[Only fancied?]
"Oh, do be quiet," Draco muttered to himself.
[Please, denial is not just a river in Egypt.]
"Argh!" Draco screamed in frustration. What the hell was he going to do?
@>*~
"Hey."
Harry looked up and blinked at Draco in shock. "Hey," he said quietly.
"What do you want, Ferret Boy?" Ron snapped.
"Shut up, Ron," Harry said with a glare.
"But..." Ron started.
Draco sighed and Harry grimaced apologetically. "What is it, Draco?" he asked.
"Can I talk to you?" Draco asked softly. He glared at Weasley. "In private."
"Of course," Harry agreed, happy that Draco was at least talking to him.
"But Harry," Ron protested.
"Sod off, Ron," Harry snapped, getting to his feet. He walked quickly, following Draco until they reached a quiet corridor. Draco stopped at a small portrait and whispered a password. It swung aside and he led Harry into a small but comfortable room.
"Thanks for Fluffy," Draco whispered before he quickly sat down.
"You're welcome," Harry replied quietly, sitting next to the blond boy. "Are you still angry with me?"
"I wasn't..." Draco started to deny, "I wasn't angry as such."
"I know," Harry said with a small smile.
Draco frowned in confusion. "Then why ask?"
"Because I did something," Harry sighed, "Something that upset you."
"What makes you think anything you do could upset me?" Draco asked hotly, feeling anxious and defensive again.
Harry shrugged, wondering if he could get anything right. "I thought we were getting to be friends," he said quietly.
Draco blinked, swallowing hard, nervously. "I don't know if I want to be friends," he whispered.
Harry froze, then slowly looked round at the Slytherin, hurt overwhelming, if expected. "Oh," he breathed, "I, okay, I'll, um, go then."
"What?" Draco gasped in confusion.
Pausing awkwardly, Harry shrugged. "Well, if you don't want to be friends then," he sighed, "I should go."
"That's not what I meant, you plonker," Draco said in exasperation.
"Well, what did you..." Harry stopped when Draco suddenly leaned forward and brushed soft lips over his mouth. "Oh," he breathed.
"So?" Draco whispered.
Harry's brain had short-circuited and he had no idea what Draco was asking him. "So what?" he asked, blinking in confusion.
"You're really annoying, you know that?" Draco sighed. Harry blinked again and Draco chuckled. "So do you want to not be friends with me?"
"Oh," Harry said a little stupidly. Then he flushed lightly and nodded. "Definitely."
Draco leaned forward again and Harry smiled, this time ready to be kissed and returning it enthusiastically.
[Told you so.]
Draco snorted and pulled Harry closer.
the end
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