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Hollowed	By : dirtydarella Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 6987 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Draco was dreaming again.

He knew this because currently he was being held in the strong embrace of Harry as emerald green eyes gazed down at him. Their faces were so close he could see two freckles on the left side of Harry’s cute nose – did the brunette know he had those? What a silly thing to dream.

“Harry,” he mumbled as his arms curved themselves around a tan neck. He chucked at the tensing of the body above him – this was obviously one of those ‘shy Harry’ dreams. Well, that was alright with him.

“Er- Malfoy?” he said, his voice sounding incredibly unsure.

“Shh,” Draco whispered back, using his grip on Harry’s body to draw himself up until he could place a gentle kiss right onto the corner of Harry’s mouth. “I’ll take care of you, I promise.”

It was at this point in time that Harry figured he must have hit Malfoy with that stunner spell harder than he’d originally thought – Malfoy had lost his damn mind. Of course, he wasn’t really one to speak, because he was surely losing his mind too. After all, it certainly wasn’t normal to feel a jolt in his stomach from that disoriented kiss. What was really throwing him off, however, was that both of them were basically holding each other and Harry found it didn’t feel all that horrible. So he did what he thought to be the most normal reaction to a situation like this – he shoved Malfoy down as hard as possible. The blond hit the cold tile ground rather harshly, too.

Draco felt the back of his skull smack against the floor and froze. It hurt. It hurt. Dreams weren’t suppose to be physically painful, were they?

Fuck.

His usually cunning mind failed to figure out how to make the earth open up and swallow him. Merlin’s curly beard, he’d just kissed Potter, and this time there was no accidental stumble and fall to blame it on. He had to think fast on how to save face in this situation.

He blinked dumbly, staring up at Potter as his brain drew a big blank on what to do now, although running was just on the cusp of his thoughts. There was also the idea that Potter had yet to wipe his mouth dancing on the edge of his mind. Did that mean he hadn’t found it disgusting? Or simply, he was too shocked. Yeah, that was probably it. So that little ray of hope piercing his chest really had no right to be there.

Finally, a wisp of an idea began forming in his head. With a little acting, if he just pretended to be disoriented and confused, maybe he could make Potter forget about that little slip up. And of course, he’d be using some of his brilliant acting abilities ingrained into all Malfoys.

“Where am I?” he said, trying to make his voice just a little scratchy.

“Uh- you’re in the kitchen,” Potter said, leaning a little closer. “You okay?”

“The kitchen? At home?”

Harry felt a twinge of something, he supposed he could call it pity, that the blond thought he was back at Malfoy Manor. He doubted Malfoy had ever thought of this place as home. The only poor soul that would consider this place to be their home was Kreacher.

“At Grimmauld Place,” he said, his hand subconsciously reaching out to touch Malfoy’s shoulder.

“Hmm?” Draco said, relishing that warm palm on his body. The only problem was, when it squeezed lightly, his cock apparently thought it was the one being touched as it started to take interest in what was happening. Oh, he really had it bad. Pathetic, really.

“Malfoy?”

“Hmm?” he said, shifting his body into that touch. When the hand was suddenly removed, he tried his best not to frown.

“Are you okay?”

Draco sighed. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. Get your hands off of me.”

Potter withdrew himself completely, shifting back to give Draco enough room to sit up. Looking down, he realized he was still covered head-to-toe in flower and a hot embarrassment rushed through his body. He did his best to subtly brush off as much from his cloths as possible. Since his robes were black, it was really a losing battle.

“Here,” Potter said, and suddenly there was the slender wood of his new wand being shoved into his face. “What were you doing, anyway?”

Grabbing the wand, Draco turned around and cast a few cleaning charms on his cloths and hair. He really hated the scratchy, itchy feel of scourgify, but it couldn’t be helped. “Not that it’s any of your business, but I was cooking.”

“Uh...” Harry blinked a few times. “Cooking?”

“That’s right, a bloke can cook if he wants, can’t he?”

Something jumped in Harry’s chest. “I thought you didn’t like to cook.”

The blond huffed. “Well there isn’t much else to do in this bloody house, now is there?”

Looking around, Harry took in the mess once again, noting that even the ceiling was covered in whatever the hell Malfoy had been trying to make. “I take it there were complications?”

The other wizard turned to him with narrowed eyes, and just the smallest of pouts on his lips. Harry turned his head away, trying not to let Malfoy see his held back smile. It wasn’t that he was laughing at the blond – well okay, maybe a little – but it was more that he was just laughing. It felt kind of good, and before he knew it, he could no longer hold it in and was gripping his sides as his whole body quaked in a fit of chuckling.

Draco found he liked the sound of Potter’s laugh, but of course, he didn’t show any outward reaction to it.

When Harry could finally control himself once more, he turned around to face a scowling Malfoy.

“Are you finished?” the blond asked.

Harry shrugged, thinking Malfoy’s scowl really wasn’t all that ferocious. In fact, the way his mouth seemed to tighten in the corner made it appear as if it were fake.

“I’m glad my failures amuse you so much.”

Turning to take in the mess once more, another bout of giggles tried to make their way into his system, but he held them back. “You’re smart Malfoy, if you really want to cook I’m sure you can figure it out.”

Draco fought back a blush. It was really kind of sad how much one compliment made him feel so ridiculously pleased. He almost wanted to bounce on the balls of his feet and grin like a loon.

“Yeah well,” he said, clearing his throat. “What did you do anyway, stun me?”

“Er- that was an accident.”

Tapping his wand against his chin, Draco turned away. “If you say so.”

Harry tapped his fingers against his thigh, feeling suddenly restless. It was a little surprising that the other wizard wasn’t throwing a fit about being stunned so badly as to wake up confused. Half way to his mouth, Harry stopped the finger that was going to trace the spot where Malfoy had kissed him. He really had been out of it.

I’ll take care of you, I promise.

“Sorry,” Harry mumbled, refusing to allow himself to give into the sudden feeling of... restlessness. “I really didn’t mean to hex you.”

Malfoy turned back to him with an elegant roll of his shoulder. “It’s fine. I have a lot to clean up so...”

“Do you want some help?”

The blond shook his head. “I can handle a little mess on my own, thanks.”

A glob of something yellowish chose that moment to fall from the ceiling and land with a rather disgusting sounding squish. Draco tried to not to react, even when Potter’s eyes darted to it.

“If you’re sure-”

“I am,” he said defensively. In reality, at this very moment he wanted nothing more than this whole embarrassing episode to be over as soon as possible. Besides, the brunette needed his rest if the dark smudges under his eyes were anything to go by.

Harry shrugged and turned, making his way towards the door when Malfoy made a hesitant noise in the back of his throat. He turned, one eyebrow arched as he waited expectantly. Malfoy’s head was ducked down just a little, and Harry thought he looked somewhat like a scolded kid ready to head their punishment.

“I really did appreciate it,” he said. “The wand, I mean.”

Harry blinked. “Good. That’s good,” he said, rather lamely.

When he finally lay back down in hopes of getting a few more hours of sleep, there was a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

***

Studying the books Granger brought by was usually what filled Draco’s days now. He made sure to try and get through and practise at least ten spells a day. Not that he knew if he was doing them correctly for sure or not, since he didn’t have anything to practise on. Along with all that, he made sure to familiarize himself with the potions, and study the theories behind everything. When he felt he’d done enough for the day, he’d usually move on to one of the muggle fiction books he had nabbed from the library.

Which was exactly what he was trying to do right now. The only problem was, Granger didn’t seem to think it necessary to use her own suggestion and be considerate when arguing with Weasel next door. Really, would a silencing charm be too much to ask for?

He could hear her voice clearly enough to make out her end of the conversation, although it was slightly muffled from the other room, so Weasley’s was a lost cause. Not that the specifics were all that important, he found hearing the exchange amusing enough without them.

“If you’d have listened to me in the first place-” That was Granger, squeaky as always. Weasley’s mumbled response sounded both defensive, and just a little bit depreciating. Draco wished he could see his face.

“Well then, go running off to her. Your mum always fixes your problems, doesn’t she?” Granger, in contrast, sounded angry – of course – and he was intuitive enough to realize she was probably feeling depressed. It was obvious that the Weasel had gone and done something stupid to upset her. Although he was loath to admit it, he did feel for her just the slightest amount. Out of everyone here, he was probably on the best terms with her, which was surprising considering all the ‘mudblood’ comments he’d made in the past. And while no one else in Grimmauld was being particularly horrible, Granger had really been the first to make an effort to get along. Plus, she still brought him books every day, which had been a nice distraction from his boredom.

He sighed. Weasley really was clueless, wasn’t he? Not that Draco cared what happened to the rodent or anything, but, well, maybe he should have a little talk for Granger’s sake. Quietly, he rolled off his bed and walked towards the exit. Mindful of the opening of his door, he silently made his way down the hallway, stopping just before Weasley’s bedroom. Arranging his body so that his arms were crossed and on shoulder leaned casually against the wall, he tried to make it look as if he were simply loitering. He figured it was best if he pretended not to have heard the fight at all. Weasel would be worked up enough as it was.

Since he’d been around Grimmauld place a while, he’d started to become more in tuned to its inhabitants’ inner workings. He was fairly confident that Weasley would storm out of the door in a moment to go and hide out in his own room. Just as he thought, not a minute later he heard stomping, followed by the sound of a door being wretched open and Hermione angrily calling after him. The idiot came stomping down, a murderous look brewing on his face.

“Something the matter?” Draco asked once in earshot, raising one eyebrow inquisitively.

“Mind your own damn business,” Weasley snarled while pushing him bodily up against the wall. The blond winced, trying to shape his face into a timid one, hoping to play up on that damn guilt complex all Gryffindors seemed to have. An instant later, it worked like a charm. Weasley backed up and looked to the side, all aggression melting from his body. He mumbled some lame apology and started to take a step.

“Wait,” Draco said, almost reaching out to grab the other teen, but changing his mind at the last minute. He’d rather not have to actually touch him after all. Luckily, Weasley did pause.

“I don’t know what’s got into you, but I’m willing to bet it has something to do with Granger?”

The redhead shot him a warning look of annoyance, but his feet remained still.

“Listen carefully, because I’m going to tell you everything you need to know about her,” Draco drawled, feeling surprisingly superior at the moment. “All women, and men by the way, really only want one thing.”

Weasley glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, but made no further show of interest.

“Appreciation. Stop taking everything she does for you guys for bloody granted all the time.”

There was a moment of tense silence where it appeared that Weasley at least looked as if he was contemplating what Draco said – or maybe just contemplating whether or not to sock him one, but hopefully not. The redhead shook his head and took a step, hesitated, then began to walk more steadily down the hallway. After a good distance had been placed between them, he raised his hand in a dismissive gesture. “Whatever, Malfoy.”

Draco scowled. “Just think about it. You could start off with a compliment. It couldn’t hurt.”

***

That night, Draco was in hell.

“Granger,” he yelled, thumping his hand against the wall. “Take your own damn advice and cast a silencing charm!”

After a moment of embarrassed sounding mumbles, finally everything went quiet next door, but Merlin, the damage had already been done. He was never going to get those horrible moaning sounds out of his head. Why did Granger have to giggle like that too, it was all so… disgusting.

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Harry walked – no, it was more of a sprint, really – out of the living room. That had certainly been an unexpected sight. He worried that he’d never get the image of Ron’s hand up Hermione’s shirt out of his head, and was pretty sure he wouldn’t be able to look them in the eye ever again. He shook his head, deciding to go... and try to figure out something to do that might help get that traumatizing image out of his mind. Perhaps bash his head into the wall?

Really, he was glad for his friends. He’d thought for quite some time something might happen between the two. He didn’t know what had triggered their new relationship, but as long as it didn’t get in the way of anything else, he’d give a hundred percent of his support. That is, if he never had to witness either one groping the other ever again. Well, for now he’d take it as a sign of hope for the future, of people’s lives being able to continue on, despite the horrible struggles they would face in the future. He walked down the hall to his room with a small smile – or well, it was more of a wince really.

Although he’d never admit it out loud, deep down, he it did bother him, just a touch. He’d really grown close to them over his years at Hogwarts, and they were undoubtedly family to him, at least in his mind. They were all best friends, but now that was being broken up, and he wasn’t foolish to think nothing would change. He supposed he was feeling a little lonely. He felt like he was the only one that wasn’t paired off with someone. Not that he could be, thanks to Voldemort, it just wasn’t safe for him to have anyone.

He turned the corner and just narrowly avoided bumping into another body. As he stumbled to the side, he glanced up to see a pale face with red cheeks. Huh, he hoped Malfoy wasn’t getting a fever or anything. And just like that – damn his over active adolescent mind – the image of Malfoy’s face shifted to one that was flushed and panting above him. He felt an alarmingly strong spark run down his spine and into his groin.

I’ll take care of you, I promise.

Muttering a quick apology, Harry ducked around the blond and crossed the remaining distance to his room, slamming the door behind him. Despite the panic in his chest, his fingers subconsciously began to play with the waistband of his trousers. As he leaned against the back of his door, Harry decided that his reaction had just been because of the strange events of the day. It was all such a silly way to react too, barely a flash of a fantasy – about Malfoy no less – jumping through his imagination and he was hard. Clearly it was a sign that all the pressures in his life were starting to get to him.

At least, that was what he told himself as his hands quickly undid the fastenings of his trousers and slipped inside, the vision of a panting blond burning in his mind.

-TBC

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Cathartes
Thanks so much. ^_^

I think Draco�s attitude might change towards Harry once he�s not quite so nervous, so hopefully he�ll become more top material in your eyes. ;)

Black Padfoot
:) My cooking skills are limited to bowls of cereal. (Lol, I wonder where I got that idea for Draco...)

lilly
Poor Draco and his brush of death by making cookies. �Lol, thanks.

linagabriev
Hmm... I think even mean and nasty Draco is someone I�d want to cuddle lol, he�s just so cute in my mind no matter what. ^_^

And yes, cooking didn�t seem like a gift that worked with Draco�s strengths, but I have a sneaking suspicion that he�ll come up with a better er... gift for Harry soon.... :)

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gentlenightrain
Thanks! Sorry this update was a little long, next week I have a break from school so hopefully the next update will be quicker.
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Merenwen Nenya
lol, I though some might pick up that it was actually a dream. :)

Oh no, too short of chapters? I make it my personal goal to make each chapter a minimum of 3,000 words, perhaps I should lengthen that though...�

MeLaiya
Thank you. :)
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DTDY
lol, that�s like me when cooking too. We should all start a �I can�t cook for the life of me� club. ;)
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hieisdragoness18
XD I don�t think I�d want to eat Draco�s cookies either....
Hmm... that sounds kind of perverted lol. *Is immature*�

Takumi Fujiwara
Lol! Poor Draco. ^_^

thrnbrooke
Yay, next chapter! :)
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Sapphire
:D

I�m glad you enjoyed it. Yes, I do believe Harry is going to �notice� Draco a lot more, very soon. Or rather, Draco will become a lot more noticeable... ^_^
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not_so_simple_love
^_^ Yay, update!

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