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Paradoxa	By : HogwartsHeadache Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 6717 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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"Oh, bloody hell Harry, yes!"

His breathing punctured his rapturous screams. Harry's tongue was flicking in and out of the boy, tasting the strawberry flavoured Lady Langworthy's as he worked his way towards his victim's prostate. Bringing his fingers round to the boy's member to peel his foreskin back, his prey's  yells became more and more as Harry brought him even closer to climax.

Moving with him in rhythm, shifting his world, Harry was the only person who could ever do this to people. Make them feel like everything that ever had been was geared towards conceiving their pleasure. The boy's gasps were forceful, mimicking Harry's own movements towards him as Harry tried stroking his sweaty fingers down the young man's erect shaft. And then Harry stopped.

"Listen Ron, I don't think this is working mate. I'm trying, I really am! But look!" He wheeled round to face his naked best friend and gestured down between his legs. His perplexed eyes were looking at his persistently lifeless penis.

Harry was disappointed in himself, he'd never failed any of the boys he brought up to the Room before. He knew his job in making them believe they were vital to his completion; that they alone mattered. He knew his job and he was good at it. But now any trust relayed to him would now be gone, because he had let it get too personal. And deeper than he cared to admit, he knew it was more than just personal, he knew that it was something, somebody who had uprooted him from everything he had ever known.

"What's wrong, Harry?" Ron asked in confusion, penis still flying upwards like a Chudley Cannons flag at a Quidditch match.

Harry didn't answer for a while, crouched over the side of the bed with his head in his hands. Running his fingers through his jet black hair, he tried to make sense of it all, whatever it was.

"I dunno. I just think I'm not in the mood today, Ron," Harry replied resignedly.

After a long silence, Ron came out with it, "It's because of Malfoy, isn't it?"

Bewilderment seemed to play across Ron's freckled face for a minute, but he stayed silent, eventually taking Harry's inability to perform to be due to his behaviour over the past few days. Ron had seen him become increasingly distant and hostile every time they got near Malfoy. And then there was the clincher: looking through Harry's trunk, in a vain attempt to find his scarf which Harry had been dying to play with a few days ago, Ron found the striped green and silver Slytherin tie. He knew what that meant and that coupled with Harry and Malfoy's strange behaviour towards one another made Ron pretty sure of his convictions.

Stillness swallowed the boys once more. Harry, for a moment, breathed in. He thought he could say it; admit it out loud for the first time to his best friend. Then he remembered the cold hard facts, and he knew Ron would too, set in his Gryffindor ways.

"He's a Slytherin," said Ron, quietly and dangerously, "and you're a Gryffindor." This was Ron's answer to Harry's quiet. Harry was expecting it and he was not disappointed.

"He's a Slytherin!" Ron's bellow reverberated through the Room of Requirement, hitting alcoves and little caverns that Harry didn't even know existed.

Harry couldn't even look his best friend in the eye without trying to permit himself to understand. Finally he sighed, and braced himself for all hell to break lose.

"I-I-It just isn't the same without him," Harry murmured."It's like...sex isn't even worth having if it isn't with him. I don't get it, Ron. I used to be able to do it with anybody easy enough and I used to really enjoy it and now it's just... him...."

Ron, in all of his bareness, stood up and started pacing the length of the foot of the bed, picking up his clothes as he went, as if he was trying to work something out.  His red hair looked politely demure in the light of the Room, compared to Malfoy's brilliant white-blond. He looked straight at Harry giving the verdict with his eyes.

"It's just sex isn't it?" Ron prompted vigilantly.

"Of course. You know I don't do anything else." It was something Harry was used to saying, whenever somebody asked him about if he feels any shame for what he does or if it affects him emotionally. Now it felt strange, foreign on his tongue as if his body was rejecting the words.

"This is stupid Harry; you know it isn't going to work. Even if it is just here in the Room, once it gets out that you're blowing Slytherins, nobody will think you're The Chosen One, just some randy prat." As Ron spoke vehemently, he buttoned his shirt back up; he was only too willing to draw a barrier between himself and Harry. Swiftly he carried on dressing, not uttering another word until he began to leave the Room.

"Try an anti-erectile dysfunction spell? Maybe that'll do it?" Ron attempted at grim smile at Harry and exited his theatre.

Harry was left naked on the bed. He almost found Ron's joke quite funny, but was forced to deal with the brutal reality of the situation. He dressed himself absentmindedly and left the Room.

*

Harry followed Hermione around as she traipsed through the library, using her wand to levitate her dozens upon dozens of books. Harry held a few and flicked through them as she concentrated on picking even more. He was trying not to pay attention to Draco, whose head was bent down over a thick book. He tried not to notice how tantalising the nape of his neck looked whenever he curved it. Harry didn't notice Hermione's eyes boring into him until he had hopelessly been staring at the Slytherin for probably longer than it seemed.

A slight smile played across Hermione's lips as she flicked her eyes back down towards her book, not mentioning what she thought she saw when she looked in Harry's direction.

"I'm sure Ron will come around. He always does," she said consolingly as she had been doing for the past ten minutes. "What was the fight even about anyway?" She wondered if she was correct in her hypothesis.

Harry had zoned out of Hermione's comforts, his eyes quickly straying to the back of Draco's head once more...

So Hermione had been correct, and Harry had never been less subtle in his life. The slight smile became even more pronounced as Hermione expressed her interest in Harry's latest squeeze.

"Draco Malfoy?" she whispered. "Really?"

Harry knew she wouldn't be judgemental, but that didn't stop him being alarmed by her accurate guess and explicit curiosity. He turned his head slowly towards her, wondering how she came to her conclusion.

Harry's look said it all; the pure vulnerability Hermione only ever saw when he really let someone in, which was hardly ever. His eyes seemed bigger, like a child who didn't know what to do. And all because of a few fun nights with his schoolboy foe. Harry didn't say anything, leaving Hermione in a state of bemused thought.

Hermione spared Harry no mercies, going straight for the question that played on her mind as soon as she saw Harry's unusually childlike look. "Do you love him?"

Harry feigned deafness, scratching the side of his face idly.

"What?"

Hermione paused and cocked her head to the left, looking straight into Harry's face. She knew he heard him but conceded to play the game. "Do you love him?" she repeated, with even more austerity.

Harry could hold her off no longer and used the exact same words he always did, "Hermione, it's just sex, it's always just sex, you know how many boys I take up there, it isn't a big deal."

Hermione grimaced at Harry. "Vulgarities aside, you didn't answer my question, I asked you if you love him, not about your physical bond. How does doing... that... with Draco make you feel Harry? And not just doing it with him, being with him."

Harry thought for a second, really thought. What did Draco actually mean to him? As he sifted through their many nights together he looked for something to answer Hermione's question.

"I-I dunno, I mean the sex is amazing but lately I've been thinking that there's a bit more to him than that cocky Slytherin cover-up..."

"How so?" Hermione gently probed him.

"Well, the other day, we were talking, only talking and... and it was like he forgot to call you a Mudblood." Harry thought aloud.

"I mean not like he should have done anyway,  it's not like we would expect any better from Malfoy is it?" He hastened to add onto the end of his sentence.

"Well you know your instincts Harry, nobody else," Hermione replied serenely.

"And he complimented the DA and it made me feel worthy. Like I understand when somebody on our side compliments it because we're fighting for them. When he praised me it was like I completely and truly appreciated the magnitude of what we were doing. Nobody has ever made me aware of that before. To me, it seemed like he wanted to fight for good, but that's  ridiculous isn't it? I'm wrong, aren't I?" Harry continued to reason against reason.

"Are you?"

"But... I must be. Sleeping with him, I get, but how is it that being with him can change me completely? For the first time, getting off is not enough. Hermione I need him... I actually need him." Harry concluded.

"I know you do," said Hermione over the top of 'Advanced Rune Translation', "I was just wondering how long it would take you to work it out."

She said it lightly, as if this wasn't one of Harry's most surprising revelations. Well, considering it was Harry, it wasn't really much compared to the evilest wizard in the world wanting to kill him.

"Oh, that's mean Hermione..."

Harry grumbled on for another half an hour as Hermione just sat there working her way through an almighty pile of giant leather-bound books.

Draco Malfoy was sitting merely footsteps away from the object of his affections when Harry had his illuminating epiphany. Little did Draco know that everything he knew was about to be shifted, but he could sense something. It was something only complete care and attention to anything Harry related. Any movement he made, any thought that he had, if something was troubling Harry, it in turn had a strange subconscious effect on Draco. Harry was like Draco's magnet, pulling him towards him, but more than that. To Draco, he and Harry fit, they were both the missing parts of each other and being so different, to him, they were plainly supposed to be.
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