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Tabula Rasa	By : Padfoot Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 10017 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 5

It was Friday and week had passed since Harry had decided to choose Draco as his companion. During the school week, they mostly occupied themselves with practising spells after classes while Draco kept up with his homework. It was the end of another exhausting day and Draco dropped himself unto his bed and crawled under the sheets. He thought about what spell he could teach Potter tomorrow. Turns out Potter actually was quite the quick study. He absorbed information like a sponge. Draco figured that probably had something to do with the fact that he started off with a clean slate, so he had a lot of empty space in his head. Draco wasn’t all that eager to play ‘study partner’ with The-Boy-Who-Lived, but getting to see the constant disgruntled looks of Granger and Weasley made it all worth it. The fact that Potter had chosen his supposed arch-enemy over his two best friends had hit quite a nerve in their sensitive Gryffindor souls. And the fact that Potter was actually benefiting from it seemed to make them even more pissed off.

“So why give that up any time soon?” Draco thought as he stifled a yawn and rolled himself into a comfortable sleeping position.

*

“Wingardium Leviosa.”

“Yes yes, don’t get too full of yourself, Potter” Draco said as he saw Harry beaming at his floating feather. “This is basic stuff. You’ve still got a long way to go.”

“Was I any good at this before?” Harry asked as he kept his feather dancing in the air.

“You were... adequate,” Draco answered. He knew he wasn’t exactly telling the truth. Harry was a fairly good student in practical stuff and was exceptionally good at Defence Against the Dark Arts, and Draco knew it. But he wasn’t about the let Potter know that now was he.

“So you were better at this than me?” Harry asked.

Draco thought for a second.

“You could say that, yes,” he said, suppressing a smirk. For a moment he looked at Harry’s hand twirling his wand, making the feather flutter in the air. He did have quite nice hands. Not too small, not too big. All fingers in right proportion. Elegant, but not girly. The first thing Draco learned about keeping up a good appearance, was that hands should be well kept. Especially the nails. He used to bite his nails as a child and was thoroughly disciplined out of doing that. So much so that he now had an almost obsessive thing about the cleanliness of his hands. His nails were always filed and pedicured to perfection and he magically cleaned his hands way more than people usually do. He never really looked at other peoples hands, because he knew they would gross him out if they weren’t kempt to his standards. Potter’s hands sure weren’t as kempt as his, but they sure had something special about them. A sort of natural grace.

“Draco?”

Draco shook for his gazing at Harry’s hand.

“Yeah?”

“Are you okay?” Harry asked.

“Yes Potter, I’m fine!” Draco grumbled. “I just spaced a bit.”

“You do that a lot lately, you know,” Potter said jokingly.

Draco didn’t even register Harry’s last comment anymore. He was gone into thought again.

“Draco?”

“What?” Draco snarled, realising he got distracted again.

“Nothing,” Harry chuckled.

*

“Er, Draco you alright?”

“Yes, Goyle, I’m fine!” Draco answered harshly. Now Crabbe and Goile had started bugging him also about his daydreaming-fits.

“Is it because Crabbe and I can’t come along to Hogsmeade today?” Goyle asked.

“Detention again?” Malfoy snubbed, trying to hide his surprise that it was a Hogsmeade weekend. He had totally forgotten about that. “Honestly, when you decide to do something your not allowed to do; make sure you wont get caught!”

“It’s difficult,” Crabbe said helplessly.

“I’m sure it is,” Draco said mockingly as he got up from the table and walked out of the Great Hall. As he had almost made it out of the hallway, he heard someone catching up with him.

“Draco!”

Draco turned around at the sound of his name.

“Potter? What is it?” Draco asked as he saw Harry now standing in front of him panting slightly, trying to catch his breath.

“I was wondering if you wanted to Hogsmeade with me,” Harry asked.

Draco was a little taken aback by this request.

“Er, wouldn’t you rather go with Granger or Weasley?”

Harry shrugged.

“I knew your friends weren’t going because they got punished for putting a curse on that second-year. So I thought I might ask you to go with me,” Harry said while he dragged his right foot back and forth over the floor. “So will you?”

Draco opened his mouth to say “no thanks”, but no sound could escape his throat once he looked into Harry’s face. Harry just smiled at him. Not a sneer or a smile of conquest, but an actual smile. There was an openness to it Draco had never seen before, not even if Potter was relating to people close to him and his defences were less up. It was like Harry’s face had lowered its shields to expose it’s sensitive core that had always been hid from view.

“Sure,” Draco said, to his own surprise. Harry smiled at his positive response and released a breath he had been holding.

“All right. We’re supposed to be at the gates at 10:00 o’clock with our permission slips. Be sure to wear a coat” Harry said. “I hear it’s quite chilly outside.”

“Er, right,” Draco said, frowning slightly at the motherly comment and turning around to head back towards his dorm.

*

They sat down at a table in a faraway corner of the Three Broomsticks. They both ordered a bottle of butterbeer and sat quietly for a moment. Draco was thinking again. So what was the deal now? Were they study partners? Acquaintances? Friends even? And so far, Draco hadn’t even made an attempt to find something on Potter he could use against him. Why? He didn’t know. Did he actually enjoy spending time with Potter, just for the fact they were spending time together and not for some ulterior motive? And his Slytherin-classmates sure were beginning to bother him. Every day they kept nagging him if he’d done something nasty to Potter jet, or was planning to. And each time he had to find some excuse about it or quickly change the subject without raising suspicion. He swore, if today someone asked about it again he’d punch his or hers lights out!

Draco’s breath got caught in his throat as he saw Harry’s hand move over the table and cover his. He didn’t know what he had to be most shocked about, the fact that Harry had grabbed his hand or the fact that he kind of liked it. When he felt all his blood rushing towards his cheeks he quickly slapped Harry’s hand away.

“Are you trying to woo me, Potter?” he snarled, trying to keep his voice steady.

“Woo?” Harry asked, painfully rubbing his hand.

“Yes, ‘woo’! What are you doing touching my hand?” Draco spat.

“What? They did it?”

“That’s a guy and a girl!”

“Oh,” Harry said, blinking his eyes rapidly. “So that’s different?”

“Yeah!”

They didn’t speak for a while after this. Draco had started to become accustomed to Harry’s odd remarks, but his physical gestures were still quite unsettling to him. Good thing he didn’t do that a lot. Draco saw that Harry had been wiping his glasses for several minutes and it started to bother him.

“Stop that!” Draco said feeling irritated.

“Sorry,” Harry said innocently and put the (still smudgy) glasses back on his face.

*

After they’d finished their drinks they left the Three Broomsticks and headed back to Hogwarts. Too bad it had started to rain though and they had to run for cover under a tree to wait it out. They were both soaked to the bone so Draco did a quick drying spell on both of them.

“There,” he said after he had spell-dried Harry. He went to stick his wand back in his robes, but before he could do so he found himself embraced in a hug. Almost automatically his body went rigid. He couldn’t even remember the last time he had received a hug, but he knew he had never received one as emotion filled as this one. Not even from his parents when he was little. So Draco was very shocked to find himself receiving one from his supposed arch-enemy. He felt Harry’s body heat radiating through their robes and it was strangely both soothing as exhilarating. Harry’s warm breath was tickling against his neck and made him shudder all over his spine.

“Wh... what are you doing?”

“Giving you a hug.”

“Why?”

“Because I wanted to. And I know two men can hug,” he said smugly as he released Draco from his grip.

Draco swallowed nervously. Why did he have to feel this way? Why? Why? WHY? He didn’t even really know what ‘this’ was. All he knew was that it felt unsettling, exposing and made him want to run to the loo and throw up the butterflies that were twirling in his stomach.

“He’s not even handsome!” he thought as he looked at Harry’s facial features. “Half the time he looks like a drowned rat. Okay that’s not true. He’s somewhat good-looking, but not especially fetching. Sure, he has enchanting eyes and great skin. But that’s it!”

“Will you stop fidgeting with those glasses!” Draco said as he saw Harry cleaning his glasses with his robes again, feeling annoyed, both with Harry as with himself.

“I’m sorry, I... just... can’t... get... them... clean!” Harry said helplessly as he rubbed them mercilessly.

Draco rolled his eyes in irritation and seized the glasses away from the Gryffindor. He breathed on each glass and rubbed over the surface with his sleeve.

“Here!” he said as he gave the clean glasses back to Harry. He swallowed uneasily when he saw Potter smiling at him. And without his glasses on his emerald green eyes were unrestrained and burning into his icy-greys.

“Fuck!” Draco thought. “Those eyes should be illegal.”

They were unnaturally green. Not green mixed with another colour like green eyes usually were. Not Brown-green or yellow-green or blue-green or... you know what I mean. They were just... green-green. It was like they could probe a way into your soul if they wanted to. And Draco found that thought very unsettling. And he really didn’t like the fact that Potter didn’t make any move in putting the glasses back on. He just casually held them in his hands, doing nothing.

“Goddamn, Potter! Put those glasses back on!” Draco commanded as he held up his hand to shield Potter’s gaze. Quite a silly action really, but he felt that he really couldn’t look at the boy another moment.

“What’s wrong?” Harry asked concerned trying to move past Draco’s hand to look at his face.

“Just... put them back on!” he said, moving his hand along with Harry’s movements.

“Do my eyes freak you out, Draco?” Harry asked as he grabbed Draco’s held up wrist.

“Yes,” he answered, shifting his gaze to the ground, very aware that Harry had put his glasses in his pocket. He lifted his other hand, which also got grabbed by Harry.

“Why?” he asked gently.

Draco tried to form an answer, but nothing coherent came out of his mouth. His wrists were still held by Harry’s hands and he felt his cheeks flush as he realised he quite liked his touch.

“Look at me, Draco,” Harry instructed.

To his own surprise, Draco complied. He trembled as he found himself face-to-face with those familiar emerald-green eyes. Why didn’t he like looking at them? They were simply beautiful. No other pare like them. The last week they had been looking at him differently. Before, they had been filled with hatred and dismay. After the potion-accident, they were different. Innocent. Free. Looking with a childlike, naive gaze, enquiring and absorbing all things still fresh and new. But now they were filled with something else. Something Draco didn’t recognise and had never seen before when someone looked at him.

Before he knew it, Harry leaned forward and caught his lips with a kiss.

Draco’s mind told him to push the boy away, but his body didn’t respond. Harry’s lips felt so soft and warm against his. Instead he kissed him back, returning the chaste caress.

“Ogodogodogod! I am kissing Harry Potter! I am kissing Harry Potter!” he thought to himself.

These thoughts of consternation faded when he suddenly felt his insides go mushy and his stomach started tingling, like the feelings of a first kiss. He had never kissed another bloke before, so he guessed that made sense in a way. He never thought he would ever use words like ‘mushy’ and ‘tingling’, but he just couldn’t find any other words to describe it.

Draco’s arms fell against his sides as Harry let the grip on his wrists go and he felt an arm wrap around his back. Draco snaked his arm around Harry’s waist and pressed his body up against him. They both revelled in the sensation of the gentle kiss. Tasting and innocently caressing each other while neither was battling for dominance.

“Good God,” Draco thought. “The boy can’t tie his own shoelaces, but he can do this?”

And just as this thought flashed through his head, their lips had parted and the kiss ended.

“Damn you Potter,” Draco panted. “Why didn’t you just put your glasses back on like I told you to do?”

Harry smiled.

“Don’t you think it’s about time you started calling me Harry?”

*****

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