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Silk Scarves and Enchanted Handcuffs	By : Tommy-Lane Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 13124 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Harry stood with one hand pressed against his chest, feeling the thick thump beneath his fingertips, the other brushing feather light over his lips as he stood rooted to the floor - staring at the spot that had inhabited Malfoy only moments ago. His thoughts felt thick and sluggish, churning through him - making his cheeks heat and pulse flutter erratically.

He wasn't all together sure what just happened.

Malfoy had been standing right in front of him, holding his chin, breathing over his mouth like he was going to kiss him, and then he was gone before his confession could even fully penetrate Harry's brain. Now Harry was alone, the ghost of the boy lingering before him in a way that felt nearly tangible, and all he could do was replay the events of the night in its entirety over and over again in his head. The problem was that it was a disaster, a jumble of confusion that Harry couldn't possibly sort through in his current state of mind. And perhaps that was it, perhaps Malfoy had merely been confused and drunk and just as lopsided as Harry felt after such a long lust hazy night. Perhaps he didn't mean what Harry thought he did, perhaps it had just been the alcohol talking, perhaps it was nothing more than drunken nonsense.

Except Malfoy had mentioned Seamus in a nonsensical but lucid way during his odd rant right before he had...heat stirred in his stomach at the thought of it - the way Malfoy had kissed him earlier, the touch of lips fiercely passionate, his voice growing huskier as the night wore on, making him flush. He had confessed to knowing it was Harry, stating that the darker wizard couldn't be missed - even in a dark cupboard, while blindfolded, and mute. Harry wasn't sure how that was possible, how Malfoy had deduced it was him just by running his hands through his hair - which Harry could thoroughly remember him doing for quite some time before kissing him - and listening to the odd hitches of breath he made throughout it all.

Because if Malfoy could somehow know him just by those things then...well then the other boy had been paying more attention than Harry ever thought possible.

Which brought him to the main reason Harry hadn't been able to move for the last several minutes and made him want to go racing down to the dungeons to track Malfoy down at the same time. Malfoy had known it was Harry before anything had happened and he hadn't backed away. No, he had pulled Harry into a kiss that he had felt all the way down into his toes - had crushed him against his chest possessively and ravaged his mouth like he was a feast the blond needed to consume.

Knowing it was Harry.

It seemed important to keep repeating that part to himself. Especially since Malfoy had fled right after confessing, leaving Harry beyond confused and cold and alone. Kicking the lifeless handcuff with an idle toe Harry hugged himself, rubbing his chilled arms as he tried to formulate some sort of plan.

He needed answers, he needed to understand, he needed...

His eyes narrowed as his thoughts clicked into place, his hand scooping up the metal cuffs and shoving one side into his trousers pocket before he was out the door and striding purposely down the hall. There was one big linking factor in the whole damn night, one person who had pushed Harry into attending, one person who had been present for nearly every stage of the night - pushing Harry further, smirking and whispering and laughing - one Gryffindor who apparently was sticking his nose in Malfoy's business.

His fingers played with the cool chain hanging out his pocket as he paced three times in front of the empty stone wall, his thoughts concentrating on the party that had to be almost dead by now. The door drew itself into light and Harry pushed it opened and swung it shut with purposefulness - the sound vibrating like a whip cracking and drawing the attention of the only four people still inside.

"Careful Potter." Zabini grumbled as he straightened up, his hand disappearing like a flash from where it had been pressed over Seamus's thigh.

"Al'ight there Harry?" Seamus smiled, leaning back against the wall in a self-satisfied sort of way that made anger spark irrationally inside Harry.

Pansy snickered, her dark gaze lingering on the handcuffs hanging from Harry's trousers, a slow smirk carving itself onto her face. "Finally broke the spell did you? I was beginning to wonder if you two were planning on spending the entire night chained together."

Or maybe not irrationally - he told himself as he stomped across the magical room. Harry may not have been able to piece together what exactly had transpired but those three clearly knew something he didn't. And while Seamus looked truly giddy and Zabini seemed detached with half a glint of curiosity in his hazel eyes, Pansy was watching him make his way towards them in a way that could only be described as predatory - like she had finally lured her prey into her trap and now all she had to do was spring it and feed.

Fucking bitch really did seem a perfect description of her.

"Where's Malfoy?" Nott looked half asleep, a nearly empty bottle of something brown cradled in his hand, his question coming out with no conviction behind it – which meant he was either more clueless than Harry about what was going on or simply didn’t give a damn.

"Gone." Harry snapped, glaring down at Pansy as he answered the dark haired boy's question.

"Wha you do to scare him off?" Seamus hiccupped, his head falling to land on Zabini's broad shoulder, the action pulling Harry's gaze and momentarily snatching his attention. The pair was seated with their sides nearly flush against each other, Zabini somehow looking even darker pressed up against Seamus's paler, lanky form - the Gryffindor’s shaggy hair no doubt ticking the other boy's neck. But Zabini didn't seem to notice or didn't care, his finely manicured hand resting on his knee, his fingertips extended just enough to brush against Seamus's leg. Never had Harry seen them so close, not in all the hours they had spent together, the other two boy’s always two careful steps away from each other. Harry blinked and shook it away, deciding to deal with his friend’s growingly obvious involvement with the other boy for another time.

"What did I do? You've got to be bloody kidding me." Harry hissed, his arms crossing over his naked chest as he eyed each of them in turn. "Tell me what's going on, right now."

"I'm afraid you're going to need to elaborate." Pansy sighed, her foot tapping into Nott's knee and smirking as the drunken boy fell over sideways with eyes nearly closed in sleep. "I have a feeling there are a great many things you don't know Potter. For instance, I'm guessing by your face that you hadn't puzzled together that your dear friend has been fucking Blaise for months now."

"Oi!" Seamus interjected as he glared daggers at the other girl, the look somewhat diminished as he grabbed Zabini's forearm and propped his chin against the boy's chocolate shoulder. "I'm right here."

"Aren't you always? And clearly ready for a shag." She said, rolling her eyes with a pronounced sigh. "Can't you two keep it in your pants for one damn night?"

"Nope." Zabini grinned, snagging Seamus around the waist and pulling the slighter boy into his lap. "What do you reckon Shay? Ready to find our own party?" He nuzzled the Gryffindor's pink cheeks before pressing their lips together in a sloppy kiss that had Harry's own face tinting and his stomach twisting uncomfortably.

Merlin how had he missed this? How had he not figured out that Seamus was up to something? His dorm mate had been disappearing for nights on end for months, coming back drunk or smothering a grin, and then there was the limp that Harry had tried not to notice but did anyway...and Shay? Really, they even had nicknames already? It annoyed him more than he cared to admit that he doubted Hermione would make up a why Seamus is fucked up chart over it - the boy would be free of blue and yellow and purple columns and allowed to fuck whomever he pleased.

His pulse fluttered, his skin flushing anew as his thoughts caught up with him. Did he honestly just get jealous over the thought of Seamus shagging whomever he wanted when Harry knew he would never be able to sleep with Malfoy without the wizarding world imploding? Or at least without receiving hundreds of Howlers. Though perhaps the real issue he should be concerned about was why Harry was saddened over not being able to fuck Draco Malfoy in the first place.

"No." Harry glared, pointing at the unlikely couple that he was desperately trying to rationalize in his head. This night was just one bloody outlandish revelation after another it seemed. "No one is going anywhere until I get my answers."

"How bout you tell us what happened yeah?" Seamus disentangled himself enough to look properly up at Harry without leaving the Slytherin's strong arms. "And then we'll get to those questions of yours."

"Malfoy freaked." Harry grumbled, casting his gaze down to his feet as he toed the floor.

"Why?" Seamus pressed as Pansy chuckled.

Harry shrugged, all the confused and vulnerable feelings from before flooding him intensely once more. "I don't know. We were...and then he started ranting about you three and then he...was gone."

"Told you this would happen." Zabini grumbled, looking pointedly at Pansy with a tired, annoyed expression that somehow seemed almost refined on his sculpted features - his upper lip pulled back just enough for a glimpse of white teeth.

"Of course it was going to happen." Pansy huffed. "Look Potter, what do you want to hear? Do you want us to confess that Blaise and Seamus both did everything in their power to make sure you and Draco showed up tonight? You want to know the details of how awfully hard it was to pick your two names out of the bowl? Or perhaps you’re more curious over how we managed to make Draco pick the eight from the deck of cards? Or is it something else entirely, mhmm? Do you need me to spell it all out for you in gigantic hot pink letters?"

"Spell what out?" Harry croaked, he was feeling dumb and slow and hot all over again, his ears stinging and pinking as her words weaved a backdrop to everything that had taken place over the last several hours. But it didn't make sense, why would they do all that? Why in hell would the world’s oddest trio ever decide they needed to hook him and Draco up during more than one stupid party game?

"Draco's right, you are spectacularly dense." She sighed, flipping her hair with a flick of her finger, her eyes glazing in boredom.

"Yeah he is, you are a bitchy cow." Harry snapped, taking a single step forward and glaring his hatred down at her, his gut twisting as her frown morphed into a smirk. Malfoy had been so livid for an entire hour after his encounter with her earlier on in the evening, his cool gray eyes spelling out his frustration and anger as the boy had stared down at their handcuffs for long periods of time. Harry could have sworn he had been thinking up ways to disembowel the girl or at least hex her to high heaven and all because she had chained them together and then refused to undo it without them playing the game to its finish.

A game that Pansy and Seamus and Zabini had orchestrated, Malfoy and him just stepping where they told them too unknowingly.

"Touché." She tipped her chin in acknowledgement before crossing her stubby arms over her ample bosom. "So here it is. You two have been driving those two -" she inclined her head in Seamus's and Zabini's direction, "as well as myself, up a wall, with your silent dancing around each other."

"Don't forget the endless staring." Zabini added.

"And the blatant stalking." Seamus grinned, nodding at his...boyfriend?...before turning back to look up at Harry.

"Thank you." Pansy murmured. "So in short, we did what was necessary."

"Which was?" Harry demanded, the uncomfortable heat inside him only intensifying as he listened to how others had perceived his and Malfoy's behavior. He didn't know how he felt about it, the very idea that they had figured out his feeling towards the blond before he had was beyond disconcerting and well...frankly embarrassing.

Perhaps Malfoy was right yet again, maybe he was an unobservant benighted moron. Whatever that meant.

"What was Draco's confession?" Zabini asked in way of an answer, all three of them turning expectant eyes on Harry.

"He, um..." He cleared his throat and flushed, his gaze dropping to his toes as Malfoy's voice replayed in his head, his tone so rich and full and soft Harry could almost feel him standing behind him - whispering in his ear and melting his insides with five little words. All his famous courage failed him as he scratched the back of his head, bit his lip, and shrugged.

"I think you already have your answer then."

It had to have been Pansy who said it but for the life of him Harry couldn't really process who it was because his mind was spinning a mile a minute, the thing in his chest that had been roaring earlier when Daphne had put her slutty little mouth on Malfoy was back, rumbling inside him and forcefully turning him towards the only conclusion that made sense.

And fuck if it wasn't brilliant.

*****

Malfoy's small inked footprints were unnaturally still and had been for the last two hours Harry had been staring down at the map. Tucked beneath the thick blankets covering his bed, Harry's eyes watched the banner labeled Draco Malfoy as it stayed in the exact some spot in some dark, neglected corner of the never ending library that Harry actually hadn't been aware even existed. The Slytherin was all alone - except for a few smatterings of Ravenclaws clear across the room from him - because who in their right mind was up so early on a Saturday studying in the cold library anyway?

Harry could hear his dorm mates snoring away in blissful ignorance all around him as he hitched the blanket up to his chin and sighed. He had barely managed to sleep a wink all night, his mind running a damn marathon in his head and refusing him rest. When he finally did manage to nod off he had been flooded with entirely inappropriate dreams of a certain blond boy that had left his pants wet and sticky and his cheeks pink.

If there had been any doubt of his sexual orientation well...he was pretty sure that dreaming of lying on his back with Malfoy moving between his legs pulverized any clinging denial.

With a sigh, Harry pressed his finger over Malfoy's motionless footprints. Last night had been a whirlwind, catching him up and whipping him about, tossing him violently back to earth clutching a life changing revelation about himself and his once schoolyard rival. Because according to Pansy and Seamus and Zabini, Harry wasn't the only one walking around in obvious - that perhaps stemmed from all out panic over finding the other boy slithering into his heart - denial.

That and apparently Malfoy had been avoiding the parties as well. Though Harry wasn't all too clear as to why on that account. The boy hadn't had any horrid, beyond embarrassing encounters with girls in a cupboard.

No, Harry squeezed his eyes shut, he wasn't going to think about cupboards and what had taken place inside one until he had this thing with Malfoy figured out. He had spent more than enough time that night while trying to drift back asleep after the dream thinking about it - about how it might have felt if Malfoy had pressed him face first into the wall, how his cold hands would have tightened on his hips, and wondering what it would have been like if the Slytherin had rubbed his hard bulge against Harry's arse.

Merlin he was getting hard again just thinking about thinking about it.

"Fuck." He hissed, snaking a hand down his stomach and pressing his palm over his stirring erection.

He couldn't get Malfoy's kisses and touch out his head, in fact as time wore on it only seemed to grow and intensify and Harry could only fervently hope that the blond had had the same issue down in the dungeons. Merlin he needed the other boy to be just as effected as he himself was by everything that had happened. Because Harry was pretty sure he was never going to be able to go back to the way things used to be. He would never be able to look at Malfoy or sit next to him and watch those long chilled fingers chop ingredients or watch his hair brush over his eyes as he leaned forward without his stomach knotting and his heart pounding. He knew his eyes would follow wherever the green and silver and black clad boy went, this time the emotions fueling his semi-stalking behavior clear as the damn sun.

There would be no more denial. No more telling himself that he wasn't staring at Malfoy's arse in his form fitting trousers. No more pretending he didn't purposely crane his neck to see past Ginny and Lavender and Parvati to catch a glimpse of the Slytherin. No more pointedly ignoring what had taken place in his dreams.

With a groan, Harry flopped onto his stomach, the map spreading out across his pillow as he propped himself up on his elbows. The problem was that Malfoy wasn't in bed, trying to will away an erection and thinking about Harry. No, he was studying, his bag probably bursting with books, the table before him covered in parchment, his full bottom lip caught between his teeth, his gray eyes narrowed in thought, the end of the feathered quill disrupting his perfectly styled hair.

Bringing his knees up and pushing up on one hand, Harry bit his own lip and reached down between his legs - his hand shoving it's way past his boxers and to his heated flesh. He had never been one to masturbate regularly. It had always seemed shameful, his thoughts always cloudy with hazy images that he was sure weren't exactly what he was supposed to be conjuring up but were still obscured just enough for him to pretend...

There was no pretense now.

Harry stared at Malfoy's name and closed his hand around his hard prick. It would be easy to slip out of bed now and march down to the library. To push Malfoy's things to the floor and plant himself on the blonds lap. Maybe the other boy's eyes would darken, his chest might hitch, and his lips would glisten as he licked them seconds before pulling Harry down into a shattering kiss. He would probably be able to feel the boys chest press against his, might even be able to wiggle and get their hips aligned, and those perfect long fingered hands might even grasp his hipbones and yank Harry against him. It would be hot in the stuffy library, growing only hotter still as their hands wandered and the kiss deepened and their breathing picked up - all thoughts of studying forgotten.

His fingers tightened as he pumped his hand up and down, his thumb smearing the beads of precum across the sensitive head. He wanted to know what Malfoy would sound like groaning his name - would it been deep and husky or soft and breathless? Would he call him Potter or Harry? Would Malfoy push him on the table and undo his fly with expert hands? Merlin to feel Malfoy's cold fingers on his cock would be overwhelming and so fucking perfect.

Biting his tongue against a moan, Harry stared at the map and pictured Malfoy's smirk, imagined him wrapping his hand around Harry's prick, his hair mussed from Harry's fingers, and his lips red from their kisses. But god, even that wasn't enough, and Harry felt his chest tighten and his cock throb as he thought of spreading his legs - his own knees moving further apart on the bed in tandem with the image in his head. His forehead breaking out in sweat as he pictured Malfoy trailing his finger up his crack.

He had only touched himself back there once, his finger hesitant as it had circled and pressed tentatively against his opening. He had felt so wrong doing it, his cheeks deeply red in embarrassment even as his body ached for it. In the end he had managed to wiggle a finger up to the second knuckle and had cum so hard he had nearly blacked out.

He hadn't been able to look anyone in the eye for the entire day after.

Yet now, picturing Malfoy shoving his knees into the air and putting his fingers down there...it wasn't embarrassment that flooded Harry. It was an aching longing, his lip quivering as he licked a finger and pressed his head down into his pillow. He held his breath as he reached back with his free hand - the first touch to his pucker sending a jolt through him. He squeezed his cock and pushed, a whimper breaking past his lips as the tip of his finger breached his tight muscles.

But Malfoy wouldn't stop there. He would drawl his commands to Harry and send Harry's body tumbling in pleasure, he would spread him open and fill him full and Harry would sob in contentment even though logically he knew that it had to hurt. But Malfoy was methodical, logical, he did everything in measured steps, and Harry somehow knew that the boy would be gentle in his quiet way, that he would make Harry beg without even saying anything. Malfoy would pepper his face in open mouthed kisses and cover him with his panting breaths, he would ask if he was alright before losing himself in taking Harry.

"Oh god." Harry panted, his eyes screwing shut, the map crinkling against his forehead, and his arm aching as he pressed his finger deeper and moved his hand faster - the pain only seeming to add a strange sort of edge to everything that made it all that more intense. "Fuck...Malfoy." He felt like he was falling, his body filling with electricity, his skin breaking out in a sweat, his thoughts filled with Malfoy's face twisted in pleasure, his gaze filled with that look Harry had caught a handful of times the night before.

He replayed the boy telling him that he knew that it was Harry before it all began and he came with a muffled shout as he pressed his face into the pillow - his body convulsing and his fist filling with his sticky release. "Fuck." He repeated breathlessly just as he heard the first of his roommates stirring beyond his curtained bed.

His heart galloped in his chest, his messy hand dropping against the bedsheets, the time for dreaming was over…it was time to face the day.

****

Friday came crawling into light, its morning dawn gray and speckled with rain, and Malfoy had been avoiding him for the entire week. A rather miraculous feat to accomplish indeed since Harry had been stalking him using the all-knowing map. But the boy had managed to evade him, disappearing around corners and into thick crowd’s seconds before Harry emerged into the hall. He even skipped all three meals in the Great Hall for the first few days, the plate Zabini carried out at the end of each meal telling him loud and clear that Malfoy was eating in his dormitory. When he finally did grace the school with his presence he ate in record time, his eyes glued to his place, and his friends flanking him like an impenetrable army.

People noticed.

Whispers had caught wind and grew like wild fire, burning peoples tongue until they could relate the tale of Harry and Draco in the cupboard to the next person along the line. They giggled at Harry louder than ever before, they blushed and pointed, and some even glared - one person even going so far as to chuck a book at him. But this time felt different and maybe it was because Harry didn't give a damn that they were pointing and laughing and staring.

Because if the week had taught him anything it was that he liked Malfoy more than was probably healthy. He even missed the gits voice for Merlin's sake. He missed getting snarled at during Potion lessons. He missed looking up from his plate during a meal and catching those hypnotizing gray eyes from across the Hall. He missed the careful way Malfoy turned the pages of his text books, he missed the quirking smile that the boy would smother before it could bloom fully when Harry said something the other found reluctantly amusing. He even missed the insults he couldn't quite understand.

And god did he miss his mouth and hands.

His nights had been plagued with reenactments of the party, each time he closed his eyes taking him further and further - their time in the cupboard expanding till Harry was fairly certain they had acted out every debauched sexual act that an uneducated just now realizing he was gay boy could dream up. Every morning he woke up hard or sticky, his heart beating in his chest, and a queasiness in his stomach over the fact that Malfoy was still adamantly fleeing from him.

It was hard going about his day with such a massive revelation hanging over his head and feeling utterly alone in it each time Malfoy sidestepped him or looked away before their eyes could meet. Not to mention Ron was giving him looks again, refusing to ask outright and Harry refusing to enlighten him. Hermione wasn't much better but Harry supposed he should just be thankful that there hadn't in fact been a new column added to his fucked up chart.

In fact Harry was pretty sure that if it hadn't been for Seamus he might have torn out his own hair by now. He had never felt closer to the other Gryffindor boy then he did now and perhaps it was the fact that they were both harboring secrets of similar natures but Harry found himself seeking the others company more and more. They had lain on Harry's bed early in the week after their friends had drifted to sleep, Seamus quietly telling Harry of how he and Blaise Zabini came to be - of the long months that the chocolate boy stewed in denial that bordered on psychotic. About how Seamus spent weeks wondering which Zabini he would get on their meetings and then one day it changed and it was never Zabini again but always Blaise.

They hid their relationship around everyone but Blaise's closest friends. They met in closets and abandoned classrooms and passed notes undetected throughout the day. Seamus said they were happy and Harry started to notice that Zabini would smile covertly at random moments when Seamus was near, that their eyes would meet and a moment would pass unnoticed between them, and then they'd move about their day as if nothing was going on.

When Harry asked why they kept it a secret, Seamus shrugged and sighed and said something about Purebloods struggling with the reality of being gay even more than most - that the idea was repulsive in their little world and to be scorned at all costs. Their duty as heirs beat into them since birth, their mothers and fathers hounding them to make sure they followed the correctly laid out footsteps - the notion pressing against something inside Harry's chest as he stared at the ceiling and thought of Malfoy trying to fall asleep deep in the dungeons. He wondered if Malfoy was telling himself that he couldn't like Harry, that he didn't like Harry, that the thing in the cupboard was just that - blind, nameless groping that meant nothing.

But that was a lie and Harry was pretty sure Malfoy knew it too.

Yet Malfoy was refusing to acknowledge what happened and Harry feared that the boy was just stupidly stubborn enough to ignore it all his life.

Unless he did something. Something Malfoy couldn't ignore.

A/N: Probably not quite what you were expecting but hope you enjoyed it none the less and look – a whole day EARLY! I was just checking over the next chapter and holy…the word count is a bit nuts for one chapter. I apparently got a little carried away but that’s kind of a big point of this story isn’t it? Harry and Draco can’t help but get swept up around each other can they? Alas I don’t know what to do about it…there’s no good place to cut it in half…so yea, unless I can think of a way to chop it, get ready for a freakin long chapter next time! And the last one at that! Can’t believe this is nearly done with ;)
Severus1snape: Yes, yes he does ;)
Persephione: Ha yes, this story is a big tease isn’t it? I’m glad you’re enjoying it (and look a WHOLE chapter of plot!) Unfortunately there was no running after Draco but they both needed time apart after the intensity of the evening and well let’s just say you’ll get your wish by the end of this.
AnonymousTigress: Glad to hear your liking it still :)
Moodysavage: Ah your review made me giddy (mhmm you apparently have a tendency to do that!), I’m glad you enjoyed all the little moments so much as well as liking that Draco stopped. I think that was very important to the story, they both needed time to step back and think and let their emotions wind down a little. Draco knows that he’s wanted Harry for quite some time but it all came about suddenly and out of his hand and Harry well…we love his cluelessness right?
Ciara_D: Glad you like it! Thanks for reviewing!
Nichole-Hermione: Thank you! Ah yes…grammar…the bane of my existence. I do my best but alas I know I fall short. Not to mention my writing style tends to make grammar freaks twitch (can we say excessive use of run on sentences and an inappropriate amount of comas?) Of course I don’t want there to be glaring mistakes that are intolerable so please feel free to point any out. I do read (and re-read and re-read and re-read) my chapters before posting but things slip by…much to my displeasure.
MoonlightVampiress: Thank you! Mild screams of frustration are music to author’s ears, no? Hehe. I’m glad my fic as turned you into an intelligible, mumbling mess, hope this chapter satisfied!
Nikte: Thank you! And I feel like your opinions are pretty much spot on to mine and this story as a whole. As much as Harry and Draco feel for each other, they have been thrown together very suddenly and quickly and there is something terrifying about giving into that completely. I don’t think I would have done either of them justice if they had just tipped headlong together after everything that had happened, they needed a break, they needed to think, Harry needed to realize that he really liked Draco and Draco needed to get over his fears.
Jan: Mhmmm sorry, no chasing after, but after being snubbed for a week Harry is very determined ;)
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