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Trials, Tribulation & Love	By : Manhattan Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 5295 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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DISCLAIMER: All characters and other nouns belong to JK ROWLING.

CHAPTER FOUR

Later that night, when everyone had fallen asleep, Harry was the very opposite of sleepy. For some reason, he’d had a few of these nights in a row already and he had no clue why.

Feeling restless, he sat up in his bed and pulled open the hangings of his four poster, wanting to get himself a glass of water. Before he reached the stand with the pitcher though, his eye caught sight of his trusty old map and picked it up.

“I solemnly swear I am up to no good.” he muttered softly.

Inky lines began to bloom all over the battered piece of parchment and an intricate map of Hogwarts appeared instantly.

Just out of curiosity, Harry’s eyes roamed over the dots that represented people, most of them in their dorms.

Severus Snape, it said, was still in his office and Argus Filch was pacing back and forth on the third floor. Albus Dumbledore was in his head office and Draco Malfoy- Wait. Malfoy? Harry did a double take and his eyes flicked back to a dot on the map. According to this map (which never lied), Malfoy was in the classroom right above Snape’s... What was he doing there at this hour?

Harry had a strong suspicion that Malfoy was doing some sneaking around and he wanted to know the reason why. He snatched his Invisibility cloak from underneath his bed, threw it over himself, grabbed his wand, and tiptoed out of the dormitory and through the portrait hole.

Luckily, the Fat Lady was fast asleep which enabled Harry to sneak out unnoticed. He rushed through the corridors until he was outside of the classroom that Malfoy was apparently in and held his breath.

Suddenly there came a huge crash from insidd Mad Malfoy nearly collided with an invisible Harry as he sprang out of the room and down the hall. Harry distinctively heard a cry from Filch and pattering footsteps. Filch appeared breathless around the corner followed by a furious looking Snape. Harry gulped and ran as quietly as he could after Malfoy.

“Peeves! I’ll get you for this!” Filch screeched nastily! “Playing pranks at midnight! I’ll get you!”

The voice becaistaistant as Harry flew down a set of steps toward the dungeons, making sure that Malfoy couldn’t hear him.

He stopped abruptly as Malfoy halted in front of Snape’s office. With a fleeting glance around, he dashed in and made his way toward Snape’s restricted ingredients cupboards.

So he was going to steal ingredients? Harry wondered. For what? He went closer to try and see why Malfoy was taking but in doing so, he accidentally stubbed his toe on a desk leg and swore loudly.

Malfoy dropped what he was holding and swung around.

“Who’s there?” he called out nervously. When he didn’t see anyone, he began to run out the door.

Harry followed him again and nearly froze when he heard someone’s footsteps (other then his or Malfoy's) running down the stairs towards the dungeons.

Malfoy’s body had gone rigid with fright too. He frantically looked around and let out a muffled scream as he felt something clasp over his mouth and start dragging him
toward the broom closet behind him.

Harry hastily slammed the closet door shut and held his breath, his hand still clamped over Malfoy’s mouth. He didn’t trust him to keep silent.

He heard Snape cursing loudly as his voice got nearer and nearer. There was a silence and Harry knew that he’d realized that someone had broken in to his storage.

“FILCH!” he roared. “GET DOWN HERE!”

There was another set of hasty footsteps that announced Filch’s arrival.

“What is it Professor?” he cackled.
“Someone’s been stealing. They can’t have gone too far. Search the upper floors!

I’ll search the lower- ” Snape snarled.

“I’ll leave Mrs. Norris to guard this floor then shall I? In case they come back to collect what they’ve dropped.” Filch said.

“Yes, good idea.” Snape said and the footsteps died away.

Harry groaned inwardly. They were stuck now. With Mrs. Norris watching out, they’d never be able to get of this damn closet.

Malfoy had stopped struggling so he let go of his mouth.

“Who are you?” he hissed.

Harry took the cloak off and whispered back.
“It’s only me.”
“What the hell are you doing down here?” Malfoy's expression was shocked.

“Same back to you Malfoy.”

“I was- it’s none of your business!” he snarled.

“Going to make a potion?” Harry smirked.

“No! I wasn’t!”

Harry rolled his eyes. “Right.”

“But shit! How are we gonna get out?” Malfoy said.

“I dunno. Don’t think we can until Filch tell Mrs. Norris to leave... and that could be until morning.”

Malfoy closed his eyes sunk back into the closet wall.

“Great. So I’m stuck in a broom closet with a Pothead all night.”

“I don’t wanna be here any more then you do Malfoy so just keep your mouth closed!” Harry spat.

Malfoy just glared at him and didn’t reply.

Harry sighed and leaned against the other wall of the closet. Minutes passed slowly as they just sat there in the almost complete darkness. The only light came from under the door, enableing Harry to see only the outline of Malfoy’s face even though there was barely one foot between them.

Soon Malfoy stopped shifting around and Harry was sure that he’d fallen asleep. Harry closed his eyes too, but not intending to fall asleep. He didn’t trust Malfoy enough to do that.

So many more hours later it seemed, he heard a rustling movement from Malfoy and before he could open his eyes, he felt some part of him brush against his own leg and then, warm breath on his face.

Harry’s heart stopped. What in the name of gods was Malfoy about to do? Harry couldn’t bring himself to open his eyes because he knew that Malfoy’s face would be right in front of his.

Suddenly, he felt something that made Harry stop breathing. Something unimaginably soft and delicate brushed across his lips tenderly. Was that Malfoy’s lips??? Harry thought incredulously.

Then as if waiting to see if Harry would respond, he paused. Harry didn’t know what to do. He stayed completely silent and still. Malfoy was probably dreaming right now, and hadn’t a clue what he was doing.

He felt Malfoy lean in closer again, this time his lips pressing against Harry’s more strongly, but still gently. Harry had to practice all of his self body control not to shiver as electric sparks shot through his body.

He felt that the kisses were almost tentative, afraid. Malfoy kissed him again sweetly and affectionately and Harry’s insides just melted. He couldn’t think straight anymore. His brain was swirling madly as Harry fought back not to return the passion. He didn’t want to wake Malfoy up.

Harry almost gasped in astonishment as he felt Malfoy’s hand graze against his lower regions.

What the hell was Malfoy dreaming about?

Then, abruptly and very reluctantly it seemed, he pulled away.
Harry’s mouth was still burning where Malfoy had touched them and (damn him) his erection was slightly hard....

The light visible from underneath the closet door had changed from a dim orange light to bright yellow. Harry assumed that it was now early morning and pressed his year against the door, trying to hear any sounds.

It didn’t hear as if anyone was near... he couldn’t quite tell if Mrs. Norris was thebut but he highly doubted it.

He cast a glance in Malfoy’s direction, his eyes were still closed. He reached out a careful hand and hesitated before touching his shoulder and giving it a gentle shake.

“Hey- Malfoy. Malfoy. Wake up.” he whispered.
Malfoy stirred and his eyes slowly opened. With a sleepy look, he stared at Harry for a second, then his eyes widened and a blush began to appear on his pale
cheeks.

“Hey Malfoy- I think it’s safe to leave the closet now.” Harry told him.

Malfoy shifted his gaze from Harry’s and nodded. He extended his hand toward the doorknob before Harry quickly grabbed it to stop him.

Malfoy’s head snapped in his direction and his eyes lingered on Harry’s in surprise.
“It’s probably safe, but we should be careful... here. Drape this over you.” Harry held out half the length of the silvery material of his invisibility cloak to him.

“I-is that an invisibility cloak?” Malfoy asked.

Harry nodded. “Yeah, was my dad’s when he went here. But anyways, put it on.”
Malfoy disappeared under it, as did Harry a few seconds later. Malfoy became visible to him again, and feeling the awkwardness, cast a lopsided grin. Harry slowly pushed open the door and scanned the corridor.

“Okay, let’s go.” he said.

Trying to move without making any noise, the two boys got out of the crammed closet with relief and stood up in the corridor. But no sooner had they moved toward the stairs, Mrs. Norris appeared around the corner, her yellow eyes piercing her surroundings suspiciously.

She was coming closer and closer to where they were standing and if they didn’t move now, she’s likely bump into them.

Without another thought, he grabbed Malfoy around the middle and pushed him up against the wall, pressing his body to his as close as he could to escape Mrs. Norris’ flicking tail.

He let out the deep breath he’d been holding once Mrs. Norris disappeared again down the other end of the corridor.

He turned his head to look at Malfoy and with a startled jolt, pulled himself away. Malfoy was staring at him as if Harry had gone nuts and Harry blushed furiously.
“What was that about?” Malfoy demanded.

“I- well you saw Mrs. Norris. She would have bumped into us if we hadn’t moved.” Harry said.

Malfoy rolled his eyes and smirked.

“At first I thought you were trying to seduce me. Thank god I was wrong.” and with that, he lifted off the cloak from himself and disappeared down a flight of stairs leading to the lower dungeons and Slytherin’s House.
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