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Draco Malfoy and His Unknown Fate	By : Jitterbug Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 3341 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Draco Malfoy and his Unknown Fate:

Author’s Notes: Ooh, this is one of my all time favorite chapters! Um. A few things to say about the characters. Draco is fairly friendly to Fang, which at first glance, seems odd. But he was pretty nice to him in the first book during his detention in the Forbidden Forest and in fact preferred being with Fang over Hagrid. Just in case you were wondering. And Colin Creevy’s behavior is strange and stalker-ish, but so is the boy in my opinion. I don’t know. He’s just creepy with that camera of his. Anyway, I apologize in advance to any Colin Creevy fans (are there any?), but his behavior is meant to be humorous, not offensive. Oh, oh! And Draco curses using the phrase ‘Keddle’s Nettle’s’. It’s my own creation inspired by the Harry Potter Lexicon information. Keddle lived in an area with nettles and well. The rhyming thing was too good to resist. Okay, I’ll shut up now.

Warnings for this chapter: Heh. Okay, nudity! Whoo! Finally, the crowd grumbles. Yes, Sweaty Naked!Draco is indeed a crowd pleaser. And mentions of snogging (both het and slash) and masturbation. But not in a raunchy, icky way. Just read.

Disclaimer: The characters in this story belong to J.K. Rowling. I’m merely borrowing them for the time being. This will be slash (eventually). Don’t like it? Don’t read it. Otherwise, enjoy.

Draco scrubbed a hand through his wind blown hair, squinting up at the sun overhead. By the position of the sun it appeared to be two which meant he’d missed lunch. He’d been so caught up in Quidditch practice that he’d completely forgotten about dinner. Pucey, the new captain, had been adamant that the team train as often as possible and Draco had taken to flying whenever he could spare a few hours. Considering it was a Saturday and he’d already done his homework he had escaped to the Quidditch pitch to practice a few maneuvers. The first game of the season was against Ravenclaw and he was looking forward to trouncing Chang thoroughly.

The Slytherin grimaced, shifting the broomstick propped on his shoulder. He was sweaty and tired, not to mention his hair was probably a complete mess. He hated when his hair was like that. It was all rumpled and spiked with his sweat, standing up like some sort of demented halo. He was so busy contemplating his coif that he was almost half way to the castle when he was bowled over unexpectedly as something heavy sent him to the ground. ‘Ooof!’ The wind was knocked right out of him and he rolled over to see his attacker.

It was Fang, complete with dog breath. The enthusiastic canine started licking his face and Draco pushed his head away, his face scrunched with distaste at the copious amounts of drool. ‘Down, boy! Damn it, I should never have started feeding you scraps. Off!’ He managed to wiggle out from under the boar hound and left his broom lying there in favor of petting the eager dog. His tail was going back and forth so rapidly that it thumped against the dogs hindquarters rhythmically. ‘Here, hold on.’ Draco felt around on the ground for a stick and stood up, Fang bounding around him happily.

He drew back his arm and threw the stick, watching it fly in an arc through the air. Fang barked enthusiastically and tore off, ripping the lawn up in his haste to fetch it. The baying was almost continuous as he played fetch. The dog cavorted about gleefully when he finally managed to hold the stick firmly in his jaws. ‘Stupid mutt.’ Draco laughed, shaking his head. Normally Draco wouldn’t play with the beast considering how much the dog drooled, but Draco was dirty already anyway and Fang was decent as animals went. He was, at least, far more approachable than his half giant master and dogs in general had an open friendliness that Draco was drawn to.

Fang trotted back proudly, another mutt on his heels trying to steal the stick. The new dog was black and rather mangy; it took Draco a moment to place it as Lupin’s familiar. The mutt looked like a rather scraggly Grim, though Fang’s larger size overshadowed it by quite a margin. ‘Hey there boy.’ Draco said, squatting down. He had to support himself with one hand when Fang nudged up against him with all of his considerable bulk. The other dog approached for petting unabashedly, grinning a canine grin that made Draco grin right back. Fang had released the stick in favor for vying for Draco’s attention and the Slytherin snatched it up and threw it again, causing the dogs to race off after it together.

He stayed there for half an hour or so, simply playing with the dogs and reveling in their simple joy and affability. Finally, his need for cleanliness got the better of him and he set off for the castle with his broomstick securely over his shoulder while the two dogs played tug of war with the stick. Their playful growling accompanied him to the door of Hogwarts and he was smiling when he stepped inside, despite the fact he was a mess. Draco ran lightly up a staircase and ducked through a corridor, winding his way through the labyrinthine halls to the Prefect’s bathroom which was located right near the statue of Boris the Bewildered. He knocked twice to ensure that no one was inside. He’d already walked in on Granger once and gotten a bar of soap thrown at his head for his troubles. That girl had wicked aim.

‘Gillyweed.’ The password was Potter’s which wasn’t surprising considering the Gryffindor’s Third Task, though Draco had been taken aback that Potter had finally managed to get over the Tri-Wizard Tournament enough to consider it as a password. Not that he cared one way or another of course.

The bathroom was quiet and empty and Draco took the time to flush the toilet, making sure that Moaning Myrtle was no where around. The pervy ghost was quite the peeping tom. He’d learned that lesson the hard way too. ‘Hello.’ He called to the bathroom’s sole portrait. The blonde mermaid giggled, flashing her fins and tossing her head so her hair flew back over her shoulder, exposing her torso in all it’s bare glory. He winked, which made the mermaid fan herself with her fins, blushing all the while. She never spoke, which was a relief to many prefects, because who wanted the sort of gossip a bathroom portrait had to offer going around the castle?

Draco ignored her and set about turning on his favorite taps and filling up the bath with hot water. He shrugged out of his Quidditch robes and unbuckled his protective gear, peeling off the layers of sweaty leather and cotton. He’d managed to get all the way down to his trousers when a knock sounded. ‘What is now?’ He asked irritably, moving towards the door. He opened it to find Potter standing there flustered and panting, like he’d been doing laps around the lake. ‘What do you want, Scarface? Can’t you see I’m busy?’

‘Let me in Malfoy! Hurry!’ Draco stared at the other prefect in shock.

‘What? No, go away you prat. Hey!’ Potter pushed past him, ducking inside and sending the mermaid into fits of giggles. He shut the door behind him despite Draco’s protests. ‘Get out of here, right now Potter! I mean it!’

‘I can’t Malfoy! Christ, hide me!’

‘What the bloody hell are you -’ Someone started pounding on the door and Malfoy turned to stare at Potter questioningly while the Gryffindor wrung his hands and generally looked like a hunted animal. What a gormless git. Potter looked panicked and he gazed at Draco pleadingly, his pretty green eyes all large and dewy.

Draco made a sudden rash decision. ‘Right then, in you go.’ He pressed a side panel firmly and it popped open, revealing a large cupboard full of extra towels. He bundled the other boy in and shut the door firmly behind him, shaking his head in disbelief at his own actions. ‘You owe me one.’ He hissed at the panel before heading towards the door again to answer it. He hoped Potter suffocated to death in it, scrunched up in the cupboard like a disobedient house elf.

‘What is it?’ He said coldly, careful to keep the startled look off his face when he saw who it was. Creepy Creevy was attempting to peer around him and inside the bathroom. Draco crossed his arms and glared, making the Gryffindor flinch back and wilt slightly. ‘I’m waiting.’ He raised one eyebrow haughtily in expectation.

‘Is Harry in there?’

‘Does it look like your precious Potter is in here? Why don’t you stalk him somewhere else, hmm? Some of us have things to do and if you haven’t noticed this is a prefects bathroom. You are not a prefect. So go away before I hex you halfway to Hogsmeade.’

‘Have you seen him? I have to do my dare.’ Draco knew his brow furrowed in confusion because Creevy took one look at his puzzled expression and explained. ‘It was playing a muggle game called Truth or Dare with the other fifth years and I was dared to kiss him.’

Draco started laughing and couldn’t stop. He was snickering so hard he had to prop himself up against the doorway. ‘Oh, Keddle’s nettles! That’s rich!’ Creevy looked terribly put out which only made Draco laugh harder. ‘Sorry, no. I haven’t seen him at all.’ The snickers made a reappearance as Draco watched Creevy’s face fall. The fifth year was mulling around the hallway looking lost which just amused Draco more. ‘Good luck finding him though!’

He shut the door firmly before making his way towards the cupboard. A firm touch on the corner of the panel made it pop open again and Potter tumbled out. ‘Is he gone?’

‘He’s not knocking on the door anymore if that’s what you mean, but I think he’s prowling the hallway still. Don’t fancy snogging Creevy eh? Not that I blame you really.’

‘It’s not funny Malfoy.’ Potter glowered.

‘Sure it is. The big brave Gryffindor hero running scared from his obsessive squeaky stalker boy? That’s hilarious.’ Apparently Potter didn’t see the humor, but that wasn’t anything new. And why hadn’t he left yet? ‘And you can get out now, I need to bathe.’

‘Colin’s still out there!’ Potter said, his eyes wide with panic. ‘He tried to suck my face off! No way am I leaving ‘til I know he’s gone.’

‘Lovely show of Gryffindor courage there, but I’m desperately in need of a wash and I don’t fancy having an audience. So if you don’t mind’’ Draco looked pointedly towards the door.

Potter looked torn then resolved and made a move for the door when a loud, high pitched voice echoed outside in the hallway. ‘Dean! Dean, have you seen Harry? I know he’s around here somewhere!’ Potter halted in his tracks, backing away quickly.

‘No way, Malfoy. I’m not leaving. Not until Colin’s gone.’ His voice was firm with determination. Draco considered pushing the point, but he couldn’t blame Potter for running away from Creevy. Draco would too and Potter was straight on top of it all. Rolling his eyes, Draco merely started unlacing his Quidditch uniform trousers. He might as well start on that bath if Potter wouldn’t leave. ‘Malfoy!’ Came Potter’s scandalized voice.

‘What? Look the other way if it bothers you so much. Not like you haven’t been in a locker room before. You’re such a prude, Potter.’

‘I am not a prude.’ Said the Gryffindor mutinously as he stared at a bit of wall.

Draco slid into the bath, sighing at the warm water that enveloped him. ‘Ha. You can’t even look at Chang without blushing. You probably can’t even wank off without turning seven shades of red.’ He said lazily, swishing the water around with a lax hand. His muscles eased a bit at the heat, relaxing him.

Potter spluttered quite unattractively and Draco watched him with a raised eyebrow. ‘You-I. That’s-. Shut up Malfoy! I’d rather be a prude than a pervert.’

‘Heard of my exploits then, have you?’ Draco asked unconcernedly, turning on a tap for some foamy soap. Not that he’d really had any exploits (aside from a few tame snogging sessions with Cornfoot), unless one listened to the Hogwarts gossip grapevine which was all bunk anyway. But Potter didn’t have to know that.

‘Exploits? No, don’t tell me. I don’t even want to know. I meant that you’re the one selling all that pornography is all.’

‘You think that’s me?’ Draco asked delightedly. That was a huge scale operation that required a great deal of creativity, organization, and discretion. He was flattered Potter thought he could pull it off. ‘Unfortunately, it’s not. You’d be surprised just how profitable it is though. I know someone who knows someone though if you want to place an order. It’s where I get all my wank mags from.’

‘Okay, too much information Malfoy.’

‘You brought it up.’ Draco reminded him, scrubbing his hair with the mint scented shampoo. ‘And you just proved my point with your prudishness. Masturbation is not a dirty word.’

‘Oh shut up, pervert.’ And when had Draco ever listened to him? Potter couldn’t really expect him to start now, could he?

‘So, I hear you’ve been snogging Chang.’

‘I may be stuck here, but that doesn’t mean we need to have an actual conversation.’ Potter said, kicking his heel against the marble floor.

‘Well, you are here. And I was generous enough to hide you from Creevy if you would care to remember. So you might as well entertain me.’ Draco ducked his head to rinse out the shampoo and went for the conditioner. ‘And anyway, I know Chang’s seeing Moon. So how does it feel to be the other woman?’ Draco couldn’t stop the smirk that crossed his face when Potter glared at him.

‘Cho isn’t actually seeing him. She’s just’ you know. Dating. She isn’t ready for a serious relationship yet.’ Draco stared at him in disbelief. ‘What?’

‘You actually buy that? If someone told me that I’d dump them straight away. Preferably in a public place in the loudest and most humiliating manner possible. She’s walking all over you Potter and you’re letting her.’ Draco said disgustedly, pausing to wash the conditioner out of his hair.

‘This is weird. You’re giving me advice on my love life.’

‘I’m imparting my superior knowledge to an ignorant plebe. Nothing out of the ordinary there.’

Potter made a sour face and stood up, creeping over to the door. He opened it a bit and shut it quickly, obviously spotting Creevy. ‘Like you have room to talk. Pansy’s getting married to someone else, isn’t she? I overheard you two this summer.’

‘You mean you were eavesdropping.’ Draco sent him a significant look and Potter at least the the grace to look abashed. ‘And that’s different. For one thing, Pansy isn’t my girlfriend. She’s more like an annoying sister. And for another, she has to marry a rich pureblood if she wants to have a nice life. She really isn’t allowed to marry for love. Her older brother is inheriting the Parkinson estate which pretty much leaves her with nothing.’

‘Oh. Really?’

‘Really. I probably shouldn’t be telling you, but it’s a common enough scenario with the daughters of aristocrats. Not that you would know.’ They sat there quietly while Draco washed, only a few splashes from the water and giggles from the mermaid to fill the silence.

‘Er. So, um. Have you heard about the latest Chudley Cannon’s game?’

‘I don’t need to. Let me guess, the Cannons lost, right?’ Draco sneered, having just come up from a dive in time to hear. He pulled himself out of bathtub, water sluicing off his pale skin. Potter averted his gaze quickly, his ears turning pink. Draco glanced at him bemusedly before finding a towel and starting to dry himself off. ‘What was the score anyway?’ He asked casually, reaching up to towel off his hair. A few drops wound their way down from his neck past his shoulders, leaving wet paths down his chest and stomach before hitting his impossibly soft golden pubic curls.

‘Oh. Uh, two hundred and twenty to sexy. I mean, sixty.’ The blush migrated from Potter’s ears to his cheeks and gained a bit more color.

‘Uh huh.’ He slung the towel back around his hips and watched Potter sigh with relief. Maybe Potter wasn’t quite so straight after all. The thought made him smirk. Draco opened another cupboard and pulled out his spare school uniform he’d put there for just this reason. He dropped the towel in favor of tugging on his trousers and buttoned them up before reaching for his shirt. ‘So, I heard about Finnigan and Thomas. No wonder Patil was ready to claw his eyes out.’ He quickly pulled on his socks and shoes, nudging his dirty Quidditch uniform into a pile. If he left it there he knew the house elves would launder it and return it to his room.

‘Yeah, she was steaming mad. But I’m pretty sure she’ll get over it. She’s already got her eye on someone else or at least that’s what Hermione says.’

‘I wouldn’t be surprised.’ Draco commented as he buttoned up his shirt and tucked it in. He whipped his tie out and put it on, knotting it quickly with nimble fingers. He pulled on his Slytherin sweater vest before adjusting his collar and cuffs.

‘Aren’t you going to make a comment about it? I mean, you’re not known for your tolerance.’ Potter’s words had an acidic undertone. Draco reached for his black school robes and pulled them on, letting them settle around him.

‘It would be a bit hypocritical of me wouldn’t it? Considering the fact I’m homosexual.’ Potter gaped, his mouth opening and shutting like a fish.

‘But you - you’re gay? Really?’

‘Why do you think I was disowned?’ Draco said, pretending nonchalance. It was no secret; his father had obviously told a few people and they in turn had informed their children. Pucey had confronted him about it and asked Draco quite nicely if he would consider using the Prefect’s bathroom instead of the showers because a few of the boys were uncomfortable with sharing the facilities with him. Draco had agreed easily enough; the Prefect’s bathroom was much nicer anyway.

So a few individuals did know for a fact that he preferred males. That particular rumor had already made the rounds around Hogwarts, but had died out quickly considering most people mistakenly thought he and Pansy were an item. Potter would find out one way or another soon enough and in the meantime one thing Draco didn’t need was a suspicious Gryffindor on his tail asking annoying questions about his home life or at least his sudden lack of one.

‘Oh.’ Said Potter, obviously dumbstruck. Draco snorted and opened up his spare jar of hair gel, intent on gelling his hair back. A few wisps were falling into his face in a most annoying manner. ‘Don’t!’ The Gryffindor blurted out, making Draco pause. He swiveled to look at Potter. ‘It um. It looks better like that. Don’t slick it back.’

‘Well,’ Draco said slowly. ‘If you insist.’

‘Er.’ Said Potter, as eloquent as usual. Draco sent Potter a sly, flirtatious smirk and was pleased to see the Gryffindor blush a brilliant red. His throat was even flushed which made Draco wonder just how far down the blush traveled. He diverted that train of thought quickly, uneasy with where it was going.

‘I’m off to get a bite to eat. Have fun hiding in the bathroom from Creevy.’ Draco said sarcastically before exiting the bathroom with his Nimbus 2001 in hand. He waved jauntily to the searching fifth year Gryffindor on his way down the hall, snickering when Creevy turned eagerly at the sound of a door opening only to sigh when it ended up being a pair of Hufflepuff girls. Oh Pansy would get a kick out of this, though Draco wasn’t about to tell her anytime soon.

A Slytherin had to keep a few secrets after all.

To be Continued

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