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Forbidden	By : rubycrush Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 48060 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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Chapter Summary: The boys suffer through Potions, and Draco learns that Harry has an admirer.

Author�s notes: Thanks for sticking with me after that last chapter...I knew you guys could make it through the heartbreak. :o)

Chapter 15: The Competition
�Good practice, everyone,� Harry said, leading the Gryffindor Quidditch team back to the changing rooms. �Carl, your passing has improved loads since last year, really excellent work today.�

�Thanks, Harry,� the 4th year beamed, falling into step next to his Captain. �Any thoughts on the game against Slytherin this Saturday? First match of the season, and all...it should be pretty exciting. Do you think they�ll play a clean game?�

Harry�s stomach plummeted at the thought of flying against Draco, but he twisted his mouth into a wry smile. �Slytherins always play dirty, Carl. We�ve all learned that by now, I think.�

Carl laughed, pushing his sandy hair off his sweaty forehead. �I suppose so.� He paused awkwardly, giving Harry a shy sideways glance. �Hey, Harry, do you think sometime when you�re free, you could maybe come out to the Pitch with me to give me some pointers on my passing? You know, just for some extra practice?�

�Yeah, sure,� Harry said, easily. �I�ll let you know when.�

�Great, thanks!� Carl said, excitedly. �Can�t wait.�

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Harry dragged his feet as he headed to Potions on Tuesday. He was dreading sitting near Malfoy, but he had to show Ron and Hermione that he wasn�t affected by the bastard. He seemed to have convinced Ron, but Hermione had been giving him sad, anxious looks, and he was determined to put on a good facade for her. He didn�t want her to worry about him.

He gave himself a good pep talk all the way to the dungeons, and tried to ignore the way his heart tugged and his stomach turned whenever he said Malfoy�s name in his head. He told himself sternly that it was out of disgust and hate rather than any other emotional attachment, and by the time he took his seat next to Draco, he almost believed it.

Snape walked in with his robes swirling around his heels, and everyone began working on their projects with their partners. Harry didn�t look at Draco, choosing instead to pull out his notes to start writing his observation essay. He found it surprisingly easy, as long as he kept playing Draco�s cruel words from Saturday night over and over in his head, which was about as enjoyable as stabbing one�s self repeatedly in the eye with a salad fork.

Draco ignored Harry as well, taking out their instructions to check the next step for their potion. He was about to get up to get some ingredients from the supply cupboard when Snape walked up to their table and fixed him with a piercing stare.

�Mr. Malfoy,� he said, his voice so low that only Draco could hear him. �I believe I requested your presence in my office last night. You decided to ignore my summons.�

�I forgot, Sir,� Draco lied, coolly.

�I sent someone to the common room to tell you I was waiting.�

�I didn�t get the message.� Draco clenched his jaw to control his growing anger.

�I see,� Snape said, his eyes flicking to glance at Harry quickly before returning to Draco. �It�s important that I meet with you soon, Draco. We have much to discuss.� He returned to his desk with a scowl on his face. Something seemed to be amiss between the two boys. He hoped it wasn�t anything that might interfere with Dumbledore�s plans for Lucius.

#
Draco finished chopping some dried ginger and added it to the bowl of lacewings before moving on to the next ingredient that needed to be prepped for the second stewing portion listed in the instructions on the table. He stole a glance at Harry�s profile, wanting desperately to run his finger over the curve of his cheek, or press his mouth to the pulse in the other boy�s neck. He ground his teeth at the pain of being so close to Harry physically, yet unable to touch him.

Harry looked up and caught Draco watching him. �Problem, Malfoy?� he asked, harshly.

Draco smirked to hide the shock of pleasure he felt at having those green eyes focused on him. �Just trying to picture what it�s going to feel like to beat you at Quiddtich this weekend,� he drawled.

�Well don�t get too attached to the image, it�s not going to happen,� Harry said bluntly, returning to his essay.

�Is that so?� Draco asked, with a small laugh. He wanted Harry�s eyes back on him, and was starting to feel a bit reckless in his need for attention. �I�ll remind you of that when I�m pounding your arse into the field on Saturday.� He felt his heart jump with happiness when Harry turned to him, blushing and furious.

�Shut up, Malfoy, I�m trying to work,� he hissed, angrily.

�Am I distracting you?� Draco asked, his voice dropping to a seductive whisper. He questioned his motives, wondering why he was attempting to get Harry riled up, and put it down to wanting to make Harry hate him all the more. With this thought clutched firmly to him, he leaned forward into Harry�s personal space, intending to whisper suggestively into Harry�s ear.

Harry pulled away, frowning angrily at Draco. �Get away from me, you sick fucking bastard.�

�What�s the matter, Potter,� Draco asked, softly. �Worried I�ll take advantage of you in front of everyone?�

�Just stay away from me, Malfoy,� Harry hissed, �I have no patience for your games...the very sight of you make me fucking sick, and if we have to sit next to each other in class I�d rather not have to look at you or talk to you, so do me a favor and bugger off to your side of the table.�

�My, how much you�ve changed over the last few days, Potter,� Draco murmured, turning back to his tray of ingredients. He felt a pang of hurt twist in his gut, but reminded himself this was exactly the reaction he�d wanted. Harry had to hate him.

The two boys worked in silence for a few minutes, then Draco gave in and leaned towards Harry again, this time with the pretence of taking a look at the essay the Gryffindor was working on. �This part�s wrong,� he said, reaching over to point at the definitions listed in one section of the unrolled parchment, letting his arm brush Harry�s shoulder.

Harry shoved Draco�s hand away angrily. �Mind your own business, Malfoy. I don�t need your bloody help.�

�Any mistakes you make will bring my marks down as well, Potter,� he said, firmly grasping the parchment to pull it towards him. �I have every right to look over your pathetic scribbling.�

Harry let him take the essay, glowering with anger. He turned away from Draco as the blond began reading, finding it painful to look at him for too long. Draco reached for Harry�s quill, is hand brushing the other boy again.

�Would you stop touching me, Malfoy!� Harry snapped in annoyance.

�If you want me to,� Draco said, mildly, making corrections in various places on the parchment.

�Of course I bloody want you to,� Harry grumbled, staring determinedly at the wall rather than at Draco, whose touching he had enjoyed all too much only a few short days ago.

�Have you thought of me at all since Saturday night?� Draco asked, managing to sound sly rather than hopeful.

Harry turned to him, the murderous glint in his green eyes sending an involuntary thrill through Draco. �Only to imagine your gruesome death, I assure you,� Harry ground out.

�No...intimate thoughts, then?�

�Why would I have intimate thoughts about a lying, evil, vindictive git like you, Malfoy?� Harry sneered, trying not to blush, and failing.

Draco noticed Harry�s flushed cheeks and felt a squirm of pleasure. �I�m not really as talented as all that, am I?� he drawled, torturing himself by looking deep into Harry�s eyes.

�Oh, believe me, Malfoy, I�ve never met a more talented liar than you,� Harry growled, his eyes flashing dangerously. �You play the part of a blushing virgin quite convincingly, as I recall.� His voice was low and dark, sending shivers down Draco�s spine.

Draco forced a smirk, then turned back to prepping his ingredients. His lie about sleeping with Hufflepuffs had obviously hurt Harry the most. He wished he could take it back, but the damage was done, it was too late. He had set out to drive Harry away from him, and it appeared that he had succeeded admirably.

#
It was early Wednesday morning, and most of the school was still asleep. Draco led his yawning Quidditch team to the Pitch for a practice session in order to prepare for the upcoming match against Gryffindor. He wondered what it would be like, flying against Harry now that he knew what the other boy tasted like, what he sounded like when he begged to be fucked. He shook his head as if to clear it, leading the way into the changing rooms.

�All right, get changed quickly, everyone. The sooner we get out there and finish up, the sooner you lot get to eat breakfast. Move!� The team began changing sluggishly, and Draco was the first to get into his gear. He left the changing room, and leaned on the broom shed to wait, when a familiar voice caught his ear from the Gryffindor changing rooms to his left. He walked over, curiously, and stopped at the door to listen.

�� brilliant job. I�ll expect you to do just as well on Saturday, so don�t disappoint me.� Harry�s voice sounded warm and good natured.

�Thanks, Harry, I�ll do the best I can,� a younger voice gushed, then turned shy. �You�re the greatest Captain Gryffindor�s ever had, did anyone ever tell you that?�

Harry laughed, lightly. �Thanks, Carl, but I�m far from it.�

�No, really, Harry,� Carl said, earnestly. �You�re the best flier I�ve ever seen, the fastest seeker, and the smartest, fairest Captain. And...and...the best looking bloke I�ve ever seen,� he added, in a rush.

�Erm, thanks,� Harry said, sounding rather uncomfortable.

Draco heard snickers behind him, and realized that he wasn�t the only one eavesdropping. A quick glance over his shoulder confirmed that his team was fully dressed and listening gleefully to the evidence of a painfully obvious crush some pathetic little Gryffindor had on Harry Potter.

�Come on, let�s go,� Draco snapped at them irritably, jealousy burning a hole in his stomach. But Harry had chosen that moment to open the door and walk out with his Chaser, and Draco�s words were drowned out by catcalls and jeers directed at Harry from the entire Slytherin team.

�New fucktoy, Potter?� Blaise asked, with a wolf whistle. �Not bad, not bad! Turn around, Carl, and let�s see if you�ve got an arse worthy of the Boy Who Lived to Sodomize His Quidditch Team!�

Carl and Harry both blushed scarlet. They pushed past the Slytherins, and Harry threw Draco a furious look. Draco watched as they walked away, shoving Blaise when his friend called raucously after the pair that Carl�s arse did, in fact, look perfectly fuckable.

�Get on your brooms,� Draco shouted, angrily. �You�ve wasted enough time, get moving.� His team hurried to obey, wary of Draco�s foul mood. Draco lagged behind them, trying to push Harry out of his mind so he could concentrate on his training session. The strength of his possessiveness had come as a shock, and he was feeling rather disoriented and sick. He�d never considered the possibility that someone else might try to get in Harry�s pants. And what if that little pipsqueak succeeded? Draco felt a wave of nausea at the thought.
A/N:
To Ashlee: Where are my cookies? I�m waiting, tapping my foot impatiently.

To DarkerImage: You�ll have to wait just a teeeeny bit longer for the luuuurve. Until then, would someone please hide that voodoo doll that looks scarily like me from D.I.? Please? XD

To Rhiannon U.L.: I have no words...just run away with me. ;o) XOXO

Thanks so much for all your reviews. I�m glad you like the story so far, despite the ripping out of Harry�s heart. If you need a pick-me-up from the un-smuttiness of the last couple of chapters, please check out my H/D one shot, A Bump in the Night. :o)
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