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Dirty Magic	By : arianbrightside Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 5605 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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�Ron? Are you coming?�
It was nearly breakfast, and Ron had gone up to bed last night without saying goodbye to Harry. He�d spent nearly the whole night laying awake, thinking about what happened with Malfoy, wondering what it meant. He�d had that familiar twitch again, the one he felt when they made eye contact at breakfast.
�No.� Ron snapped, from behind his bed hangings.
�Why?�
�Because I don�t feel like it. Stop bugging me.�
Harry glared at Ron�s closed draperies, and stomped out of the dorm.
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At breakfast, he sat with Hermione. Ginny was nowhere to be found.
�Harry, what have you done?� Hermione asked.
He started at Hermione in horror, feeling like his secret was written all over his face. �What do you mean?�
�I mean�Ginny. She�s really upset, Harry.�
Oh god. She�s really just going to ask me, isn�t she?
�What�s happened between you two?� Hermione pressed further.
Harry set down his goblet heavily. �I don�t know, Hermione. I love her. At least, I think I love her, but�..I can�t feel anything when I�m with her.� He said.
Hermione looked at him and pressed her lips together, a glint of sadness in her eyes. �Are you going to tell her?�
Harry looked at Hermione, resignedly. �I suppose I�ll have to. But, not just yet�..I still don�t know what I�m feeling.�
Hermione put her hand over her friend�s hand, and he looked at her gratefully. �Will you try and make peace with Ron?� she asked.
�Make peace with Ron?� Harry repeated. �What the hell for?�
�He saw you last night.� Hermione said carefully. �When Ginny fell through the portrait hole, he saw you sit there and watch Neville help her. He thinks you don�t care about her.�
Harry stared. Ron had a rather annoying habit of jumping to unreasonable conclusions. �Hermione, will you promise me something?�
�Anything, Harry.� She said seriously.
�Don�t repeat any of this to Ron, please.�
Hermione looked as if she was about to protest.
�Just don�t, alright. Think you can manage that?� he said snakily, leaving the table and stalking out of the Great Hall.
As he left, the eyes of Draco Malfoy fell upon him.
In Gryffindor Tower, Harry found Ron sitting in the common room, eating food he�d obviously sneaked out of the kitchen. There was a large plate on his lap, laden with eggs, toast, kippers and bacon. Ron�s enormous appetite was well known by his friend.
When Ron saw Harry scramble through the portrait hole, he scowled, and shoved more food into his mouth. He really didn�t want to talk to Harry.
Harry, however, either didn�t notice this, or ignored it, and sat down in the easy chair next to Ron.
Ron stared daggers at Harry, and Harry looked back at him, poker faced, waiting for Ron to swallow his food, so he could say something.
But Ron started talking before Harry got the chance to, mouth still full of food.
�She fell over, Harry! And you didn�t help her! You didn�t even attempt to see if she was okay. And when she came to sit with you, you looked so indifferent to her that she might have been nothing but a house elf!� He swallowed his mouthful. �You don�t love her, Harry, and you�re leading her on!�
�Now, Ron. Let�s not jump to conclusions.� Harry said reasonably.
�I didn�t! I took a small step, and there conclusions were!�
Harry inwardly rolled his eyes. �I don�t expect you to understand this, so clouded by rage as you undoubtedly are, but I�m confused about a lot of things, not least of which is my relationship with Ginny. I know I love her, Ron, I know I do. I just don�t know how I love her. So if you could possibly see it within yourself to accept that, then I�m happy to put all this aside for the sake of our friendship. And stop sending Hermione to tell me when you�re ticked off with me. Be a man and come to me yourself.�
Ron gave Harry an appraising sort of look. �Don�t patronise me, Harry.�
�There you go again, leaping to conclusions.� Harry muttered, irritated. �I�m not patronising you. I�m just trying to understand.�
�Yeswell.� Ron said. �I think we all are.� He took a bite of a slice of toast, and threw Harry a pointed look that quite clearly said �This Conversation Is Over.�
Harry sighed, got up, and left the common room. It was Saturday, and he�d be damned if he was going to let Ron bring him down.
On his way back through the castle, he ran into Draco Malfoy again. Or, rather, in a repeat of the previous night�s events, Draco Malfoy ran into him.
�Dammit, Malfoy!� Harry shouted. �Be careful, will you?�
Draco glared at Harry. �What�s the matter Potter? Can�t handle being touched by a man? Never got a hug from your Dad so you don�t know what it�s like?�
Harry felt the blood beginning to rise into his head. �I bet your father never laid a hand on you either. It�s not like he loves you, or anything.�
�Don�t you talk about my father like that!� Malfoy shouted, bristling.
�Fine! Just leave me the hell alone then, will you?� Harry stomped off, vaguely aware of wanting a bath.
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As Harry sunk into the hot , perfumed water, he felt his muscles relax.
God. I really have been in a constantly tense state.
He looked around the prefects bathroom and smiled. He was totally alone in here�alone. He closed his eyes and silently thanked Hermione for giving him the password to the bathroom. Gradually, Harry�s thoughts turned to Draco Malfoy.
Draco Malfoy�
Draco Malfoy�
He wondered what would happen if Draco Malfoy came in here for a bath right now.
Harry felt his cock begin to harden under the water, and thanked himself for adding the bubbles when he filled the bath. Almost as if it was acting independently of his body, Harry�s hand began to lightly stroke his cock, which responded instantly under his touch.
He was thinking about Malfoy, about the way it felt having Malfoy�s arms around him, about feeling Malfoy�s breath on his neck, about feeling his body pressed up against Malfoy�s, and never wanting it to end.
He tightened his grip around his cock, and increased the speed of his strokes, wishing it was Malfoy�s hand instead of his, wishing he could feel Malfoy�s mouth on his, Malfoy�s naked body next to him. He was almost past the point of no return when the bathroom door was flung open and Draco Malfoy strutted in, towel over the shoulder, as if he owned the place.
Harry sunk down into the bubbles, hoping Malfoy wouldn�t spot him. He really didn�t want to have to explain what he was doing in the prefect�s bathroom first thing on a Saturday. He was quite happy to just observe, but like all good things, that didn�t last long.
�Potter. What are you doing in here?�
�Waiting for a bus.�
�Funny, Potter. Think you�re some sort of comedian?�
�I�m no more a comedian than you are a Gryffindor, Malfoy.� Harry shot back, wishing like hell that his erection would go down so he could leave the bathroom. But it was evident that Malfoy was having none of that.
Without even a second glance at Harry, Draco stripped down, dropping his clothing in a pile on the tiled floor. Jumper, shirt, trousers, boxers, were all removed, treating Harry to quite a show. Evidently years of Quidditch had treated the Slytherin well, and he wasn�t loath to show it off. He was lean and sinewy, with defined but not outrageous abdominal muscles. His milky white skin shone, Draco obviously took good care of his appearance. Harry�s cock began to get impossibly hard again, despite his best efforts to the contrary.
Draco walked over to the bath that Harry was in, and lowered himself into it at the other end.
�What are you doing here?� Malfoy asked again, his eyes boring into Harry�s.
Merlin, is the boy a Scorpio, or what?
�Taking a bath, Malfoy, if that�s alright with you.�
�You�ve got your own bathroom for that, or had that escaped you?�
�Hermione gave me the password.�
�That Mudblood?�
�Must really cut you up that you�ve got to share a bathroom with her.� Harry knew taunting Malfoy wasn�t going to end well, but he didn�t care. It was almost fun.
�Shouldn�t you be sticking up for her?� Malfoy asked, �Or are you just as traitorous as Sirius Black?�
No. I�m sticking up for YOU.
�What do you know about Sirius Black?� He remembered his beloved godfather and a flash of sadness crossed him, replaced just as quickly by anger, as Draco spoke again.
�More than you think I do, Potter.�
�What�s that supposed to mean, Malfoy?�
�I think you know.� Draco said dangerously.
Harry looked at the white haired boy, wishing he could see what was swirling around in that head of his. He desperately wanted to leave the bathroom, but didn�t want to stand up in the water in front of Draco, didn�t want Draco to see his body.
But why? He reasoned with himself. Draco let me see his body, why shouldn�t I let him see mine?
�Because he�s an idiot!� Harry shouted. He clapped his hand over his mouth as he realised what he�d done. Malfoy as looking at him strangely.
�Talking to yourself now, Potter? First sign of madness, you know.�
�Madness yourself, Malfoy.� Harry said, hoisting himself out of the bath quickly, and grabbing a towel to protect his modesty.
Draco leapt out of the bath after him. Harry�s semi-erection was visible despite the towel around his waist, and he saw Draco glance towards it. Harry�s face turned red as he realised that Draco was blatantly checking him out.
�Stop looking at me, Malfoy!� Harry said dangerously.
�What are you going to do, Potter? Poke my eye out?� Malfoy�s gaze flicked downwards.
Harry suddenly became obscenely aware of both his and Draco�s erection. He went bright red and struggled to find words. In a heartbeat, Draco crossed the room to stand face to face with Harry. Mere inches separated them, and Harry could smell soap and bubbles on Draco�s white skin. He could smell that warm, damp, MAN smell, and a ripple of electricity crossed him. He looked at Draco, trying to discern what the other boy was thinking, but Draco�s poker face gave nothing away.
�What do you want, Malfoy?� Harry asked eventually.
A moment passed, where neither boy spoke. Harry thought he saw something cross Draco�s face, but before he could register what it might have been, Draco had grabbed either side of his head and was kissing Harry.
Blind panic gripped Harry, but lust quickly took over and he kissed Draco back, hands roaming all over his warm body, slick with oils from the bath. Harry felt Draco�s hands on his towelled arse, pulling their bodies closer together, and Harry took his cue from the Slytherin, grabbing Draco�s naked skin. There was little more between them than heat and a thin towel. Harry fell helplessly, madly, into Draco�s mouth, as his tongue explored Harry�s. He savoured the slightly sweet, slightly bitter taste of the Slytherin�s mouth, and pulled the boy impossibly close to him.
Harry could feel the Draco Malfoy giving himself entirely to the kiss, and he began to gently thrust against him. Suddenly, though, Draco leapt away from Harry as if he�d been stung.
�What do you think you�re doing Potter?
�You kissed me, Malfoy!� Harry pointed out.
Draco glared at him and threw his clothes on. �Don�t come near me again.� He said coldly, and left the bathroom.
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