Look Before You Leap | By : LadyFlame Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 16678 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Well fuck me sideways and call me shocked, I have never, EVER, had so many nice reviews in such a short space of time, I mean 15 reviews in just a couple of days, you’ve made this Brit Chick very happy!!
Big thank you’s go out to Pam, Anni, Jessica, Mesa, Mewa, Blu, emaleth57, thehomicidalmaniac777, alliekatgal, and Jeanna, glad you’re enjoying the show.
Plus ‘Zen Hugs’ and special mentions go out to Annyong, for the first review, (you’re right no one ever goes to the bathroom, they must pee by magic); EmeraldGrey, for the longest (and probably best) review I’ve ever had; Loki, who gets virtual arse gropage for picking up on the VLS comment, (guy or girl I like a nice piece of ass); Alez, balls on a platter would be difficult, as I is a LADY like it say in tha’ nick, (offers 36DD breast gropage instead); PrideAndPrejudice, loved the quote, you really must tell me which movie you got it from; and finally Demitria Miriam, cause ‘Slytherin Rivals of Hogwarts’ rocks!!
FIRST PUBLISHED: 13 November 2004 (REVISED 15 January 2005)
Words stuck in Harry’s throat, he didn’t know whether to be angry at the Scarhead comment, or embarrassed that Malfoy was staring at his dick whilst he was taking a piss. Even more unsettling, was the fact that Malfoy seemed impressed by what he saw, and Harry was trapped between him, and the urinals, with no way to move without getting very wet feet, since there was no way Harry could stop midstream, his bladder was still too full.
The grey eyes that Harry had been contemplating earlier met his own, and Harry couldn’t help noticing that they were darker than he had ever seen them before. Harry’s breath caught, "MERLIN!! There's that lightning again", it sent answering tingles of electricity down Harry’s spine, and birthed a whole swarm of butterflies in his belly.
However, the effect was entirely spoiled by Malfoy’s next words. “Must be the best kept secret in Hogwarts, otherwise you’d be beating all the little boys and girls off with a stick.” Malfoy’s mouth had moved closer, his voice deepening, and was now almost breathing the words into Harry’s ear. “Or do you get all your needs met closer to home. The Mudblood, or the Weaselette perhaps, or maybe it’s the Weasel himself.”
Harry’s previous embarrassment disappeared in a puff of smoke, like some cheap muggle magician’s tricks. Anger… no RAGE, now burned in his blood, and set his limbs shaking.
Finished with his business at last, Harry pushed hard away from the urinals, sending the taller, yet slimmer built teen flying backwards. Harry spun, and furiously tucked himself back into his
trousers, too angry to even bother with his underpants, or zip. “HOW DARE YOU!! They’re my FRIENDS, and I don’t do things like that with my friends. I’m a GRYFFINDOR, not a SLYTHERIN PERVERT LIKE YOU!!”
Malfoy picked himself up from where he had been sprawled against the wash basins; he straightened his robe, and smoothed back his hair. Now that he didn’t gel it, Malfoy’s hair fell in gentle waves back from his forehead, to brush against the tops of his shoulders. “I… am a pureblood, NOT a pervert.”
“OH YEAH,” came Harry’s heated reply, “THEN WHY WERE YOU STARING AT MY DICK?!”
As if reminded, Harry realised his fly was still gaping open, and still glaring at Malfoy, Harry grabbed his zip, and yanked it up. As he did so, intense pain flared through Harry’s groin, sending him to his knees with a harsh cry, and leaving him curled up in a ball whimpering in pain.
Draco was confused, “Potter?” he cautiously made his way over to where Harry was huddled, and gave him a poke in the shoulder, “Hey, Potter?” still no reply other than a moan of pain. Draco was now getting concerned, “Hey, are you OK?”
Now, Draco may have had a change of heart on the subject of Voldemort, but he was not about to be ignored by anyone, especially not by Harry Potter, and as a result he was also starting to get annoyed.
Draco crouched down, grabbed Harry’s shoulders, and started to shake him hard. “Harry… HARRY!! ANSWER ME, DAMN YOU!! Don’t just lie there moaning like a pillock, TELL ME WHAT’S WRONG!!”
Harry suddenly surged up, and caught Draco’s wrists in his hands, “Will you stop shaking me, you fucking git!!” Harry’s voice was deep, and sounded dangerous, it hinted at the hidden power that lurked beneath the surface of ‘The Boy Who Lived’, and it sent shivers down Draco’s spine.
“For your information,” Harry continued in his menacing voice, “I’ve got my dick stuck in my zip, and you’re damn near ripping it off every time you shake me, so you better fucking stop this shit, BEFORE I HEX YOU INTO OBLIVION!!”
With the last shout, Harry flung Draco back, making him lose his balance, and sending him backwards to land on his arse. Draco’s arms went behind him to support his upper body, so he didn’t end up sprawled on his back on the cold tiles, and when he looked back up Draco found that Harry was almost crouched over him.
Harry was now red faced and panting with anger, and if Draco ignored the pain that was also present, he thought that the way Harry looked now, must be very similar to the way he looked when he was horny, "MERLIN, he’s so sexy when he’s angry." Draco put on a smirk, “Wow Potter, I’ve never heard such foul language from you, as a Prefect I should wash your potty mouth out with soap.”
Harry growled, and grabbed Draco by the front of his robes, pulling him up until they were virtually nose to nose. “Malfoy, do you want me to AK you? I’ve had Crucio’s that have hurt less than this, and this whole situation IS ALL YOUR FAULT!!” Draco felt insulted, “My fault?! How did you work that one out Potter, I never even touched you.”
Harry’s eyes narrowed, “Oh, so I guess it wasn’t you who started this by being a pervert, or the fact that it was your smart alec remarks, which got me so angry that I neglected to tuck myself in properly before I pulled my zip up.”
Harry had started to calm down, letting go of Draco’s robe, and Draco saw the opportunity to change the pace of the conversation, he smirked at Harry. “OK, so maybe I’m partly to blame,” Draco shifted forwards, easing Harry back onto the floor, so he was now the one leaning over Harry. “I can’t help it,” Draco gave Harry an intense look as he spoke, one that moved over his features lingering on his lips, and then locked their gazes again, he continued in a sexy husky voice, “You’re so delicious to tease. I love the way you get all hot and bothered when I get you so riled up, it makes me want to see another sort of blush on your cheeks.”
Draco pulled back, a light blush making itself known across his nose and cheekbones, and he found himself staring intently at his knees. Unbeknownst to Draco, his sudden shyness was the only thing that prevented Harry from causing all sorts of nasty things from happening to the blond.
In fact, Harry was having something of an epiphany; he was being reminded of something Hermione had said, about double entendres, and little boys pulling pigtails, (which he hadn’t really understood at the time, but was now starting to make sense).
Almost as if he was afraid of getting his head bitten off, (which he probably was), Draco continued in a softer tone, “Look, I’ll help you out with your little mishap, and then we’ll be even.”
Draco looked up hopefully, and Harry decided to test the waters, “And why should I trust you, Draco Malfoy. After all, wasn’t your father Voldemort’s lapdog before he got sent to the doghouse?”
Harry had been expecting a tirade against himself, Dumbledore, Muggles, the Ministry, and anyone else who wasn’t a pureblood and sided with the Dark Lord, which meant he was very surprised when he got the following tinged with anger and disgust. “Lapdog is right!! But the snake faced bastard isn’t much of a master is he, after all he’s just gonna leave my father there to ROT, and let’s not forget my mother, she’s his WHORE, ALONG WITH ‘BELATRIX THE BITCH’!!”
Harry stared open mouthed at Draco, who was red faced and panting, THAT had definitely not been what he’d been expecting. Draco got his breathing under control and looked up at Harry, he chuckled, and reached out with one elegant finger, and nudged Harry’s jaw shut. “You’d better shut your mouth Harry, or you’re gonna catch flies.”
“I guess I surprised you, huh. Well, I had some rather painful truths revealed to me over the summer holiday, and no Potter, I’m not going to tell you what happened, maybe sometime I will if you ask me nicely, but at the moment it’s still too fresh. Let’s just say that the enemy of my enemy is my friend.”
Draco got up, and brushed off his robes as best he could, then offered his hand to Harry. “Come on, I’ve got some stuff in my room which should help me fix your problem. Besides, which would you rather do, walk one flight of stairs down to the dungeons with me; or walk four flights of stairs up to Gryffindor Tower, and get Granger to help you.”
Harry looked at the offered hand, and then up to Draco’s face, which he found to be carefully blank, and then back to the hand again, obviously the ball was in his court. The idea of climbing all those stairs up to the tower in his current condition made Harry feel pale, and the thought of explaining to Hermione what was wrong with him, and then getting her to fix it, made Harry’s stomach churn.
Harry briefly thought of Ron, but as much as he loved him like a brother, Harry was sure that something like this would be beyond the redhead. Ron would probably laugh his head off, and then get embarrassed when he tried to fix it, and make it twice as bad without meaning to, and Harry’d still end up getting Hermione to fix it in the end. Harry didn’t even contemplate Madam Pomfrey, broken bones, concussion, fever, yes… getting his dick caught in his zip, NEVER!!
As much as Harry was uncertain about trusting Draco, he knew that the Slytherin was a perfectionist, with his own warped kind of honour, and if he’d said that he’d fix it, then Harry would get it fixed. The Gryffindor also knew that the real reason the Sorting Hat had made him a lion, and not a snake, was the fact that if anyone needed nine lives it was Harry, after all ‘Curiosity Killed The Cat’, and if Harry was anything it was definitely curious.
“Ah well, I guess I’m overdue another trip to the Snake Pit,” thought Harry; he reached up and grasped the offered hand firmly, and was pulled to his feet, “Alright Malfoy, let’s go, we don’t have all day, got to get this fixed soon, cause I’ve got Divination after lunch.”
Draco burst out laughing, “Divination?! You should have chosen Arithmancy like me; after all you certainly didn’t foresee this.” Harry elbowed the snickering teen in the ribs, “Ha ha, very funny, such an original joke, just lead the way would you, I’m in a lot of pain here.” “What from,” came the reply, “your zip, or the joke.” Harry groaned, and massaged his temples, “Enough, just get a move on will you.” With that, Harry pushed the giggling blond towards the exit.
In our next instalment, Draco plays doctor, and Harry discovers that Draco has made some interesting additions to his person.
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Love Cara (aka) Lady Flame
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