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Chapter List
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CHAPTER 8A--Emotional Confrontations
Harry lay on his bed all through lunch; a rather glum expression on his handsome face. His food sat on his desk untouched, for he was too upset to eat. Detention tonight! With Malfoy! Could his life get any worse?
Apparently the gods hated him, because all Harry had been able to think about since the stupid fight in Potions was the feel of Draco Malfoy's throbbing cock rubbing against his own. Harry closed his eyes to block out the memory, but it wasn't working. All his stupid brain seemed to want to do was replay the whole sordid incident over and over. All Harry wanted to do was forget. Needless to say, he felt more confused than ever.
"Argh!" He groaned in frustration and rolled onto his back. He was absolutely, without a doubt in his mind, straight. He liked GIRLS. He had harbored a crush on Cho Chang for a long while hadn't he?
He was NOT gay.
But the image of Draco "˜riding' him on the floor of the classroom would not let him rest. Harry felt his cock stir and gritted his teeth. He was NOT gay, dammit! Nevertheless his erection throbbed incessantly, and would give him no peace, until he had opened his zipper, slipped a trembling hand inside his jeans, and grabbed hold of his aching shaft. Slowly he started pumping up and down in even strokes, gathering pre-come at the top for lubrication.
Harry, lost in the pleasurable sensations, imagined Cho in his mind as he stroked himself. In his mind's eye Cho was on his four poster bed, naked, writhing on top of the red and gold duvet. She was beautiful; exquisite--and he HAD to taste her. The dark haired teen groaned, keeping his strokes steady, as he imagined sliding between Cho's lean, muscled thighs and sliding a hand down her toned legs. The images continued to swirl around his receptive mind and Harry wriggled out of his jeans and spread his thighs wantonly as he continued to pump his dripping cock. In his fantasy, he kept running his hand over Cho's legs--feeling the blonde hairs tickling his palm. He leaned over to trace his eager tongue along the heated flesh—
Wait a minute--BLONDE HAIR?
His fantasy self's tousled head shot up in alarm, and found himself staring into lust filled gray eyes instead of Cho's golden brown. No--this couldn't be happening. His fantasy self tried to jerk away, but Draco stopped him by wrapping his long, lean legs around his waist.
"Why'd you stop, Potter?" He imagined the blonde whispering this and slowly gyrating against his will. "Things were just getting interesting—"
Harry helplessly pumped his lean hips up into his closed fist and let out a strangled groan. *This is not happening.* He thought--and yet his mind continued to spin the naughty images before him. Instead of Cho's sun bronzed form writhing under him, it was now Draco's sinfully pale swimmer's build tangled up with his own. "Oh, Merlin—" Harry moaned as he saw their slick, sweaty bodies grinding together—cocks furiously rubbing—mouths melded in hot, wet kisses. His breathing became more and more labored with every imaginary thrust and counterthrust they made against the other. Harry was mindless against anything else except coming right then. He needed the release so badly he could taste it.
He was going to come soon.
Fantasy Draco purred in his ear, whispering all the lascivious, dirty things that he wanted to do to Harry and what he wanted Harry to do in return. "Fuck me, Potter. You know you want to."
"No." Harry whispered defiantly, even as his fantasy self started to obey Draco's bold demand. "I don't want this. I don't want you." He bucked helplessly into his fist as his fantasy self ruthlessly fucked his enemy--drilling the blonde into the bed. The red and gold sheets bunched up underneath the dream lovers in Harry's mind; silver and green swirling in with the Gryffindor colors like in some kind of obscene abstract painting. Draco opened his mercury eyes as he clutched at Harry's back and smiled wickedly.
"Stop lying to yourself, Potter."
Harry whimpered and kept his eyes shut tight; trying to keep the images from escaping into reality. Trying to deny their true meaning. Draco's words echoed in his feverish brain, mocking him.
"Stop lying to yourself, Potter."
Harry moaned uncontrollably as the blood pulsed along his shaft and he felt his balls tighten. He was so fucking close—
"Stop lying to yourself, Potter."
"Goddammit, I HATE you, Malfoy." He groaned. A few more sharp pulls and his back arched up off the bed; his come spurting into the air. It landed on his shirt and on his bedspread. Harry had NEVER come so hard before in his life. He cried out again and again—mostly incoherent noises and curses. And all through this he continued to spasm; his body writhing in unbelievable pleasure and Malfoy's name on his lips like a whispered prayer.
Or a curse.
Finally Harry fell back exhausted, his body trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm.
Reality came crashing back full force.
"Oh gods." He groaned. He'd just had one of the most intense orgasms of his young life--and it was over Draco Malfoy! Horrified beyond belief, Harry rolled over onto his side and curled up into a tiny ball. If he blocked it all out, he could pretend it never happened. He HAD to. There was no way he could have possibly enjoyed thinking about Draco and him rutting like wild animals on his bed. There was absolutely no fucking way. But this method soon proved to be ineffective as he suddenly began to sob.
"I'm not gay." He insisted out loud--although he wasn't quite sure who he was trying to convince of that fact. Tears streamed down his cheeks and he shook with the overwhelming pain of self awareness and discovery. "I'm NOT."
The silence in the room only served to mock him.
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Professor Snape hurried along the corridor towards Dumbledore's office as soon as classes let out for the day. He had an idea of why the Headmaster wanted to see him. Whispering the password (ice mice) in front of the gargoyle, he was soon heading up the stairs and entering the office after Dumbledore told him to enter.
"Severus, would you care for some tea?" The older wizard asked politely.
"No thank you."
"Lemon drop? They're quite good."
Snape gritted his teeth and forced himself to decline again in a somewhat civil tone. It wouldn't do to hex the Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. From experience, Snape knew that there was a method to Dumbledore's madness and he would not be rushed into doing ANYTHING until he was good and ready to do it. So he settled in to wait and they discussed such trivial matters like: Just what IS a Hufflepuff anyway?, whether or not Professor Trelawney would attempt to kill Harry Potter herself, just so one of her crack pot predictions actually came true, and the personal life expectancy of each Bernie Bott's Every Flavor Bean. By the time they were done, Snape had a severe twitch in one eye and Dumbledore, a twinkle in his. Then his expression grew serious.
"Severus, the reason I called you in to see me is because we have to discuss the welfare of two of your students."
"Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini, am I correct?" Snape inquired--happy at last to be getting to the point.
"Yes. Quite correct. Although it pains me to admit this, I believe that the Zabini boy has met a dark fate. According to a back issue of the Daily Prophet from early June, young Mr. Zabini was seen getting off the Hogwarts train and going through the barrier with the other students. He was also seen being picked up by his parents at King Cross Station. I asked the Ministry if they had talked to any witnesses regarding the family's sudden disappearance. They apparently questioned both Wizard and Muggle eyewitnesses alike. No one remembers seeing the Zabini family actually LEAVING the station. They simply just vanished."
Snape looked thoughtful. "You think they were captured by Voldemort's followers? Mr. & Mrs. Zabini are Death Eaters, but are considered very low down on the ladder so to speak. Maybe they angered Voldemort somehow?"
"Perhaps." Dumbledore said slowly. "Perhaps not. But that doesn't explain why they would take Blaise too. Unless he already had the Dark Mark?"
"No. Zabini wasn't the type to be honest. He was adamant about refusing to bow down to Voldemort. The boy was a true Slytherin at heart, but he was one of the nicer students. He never had a bad word to say about anyone."
Dumbledore nodded. "You don't think the boy is alive, Severus?"
"Why do you ask?"
"Because you are speaking about him in the past tense."
"I didn't realize." Snape trailed off and stared at the floor for a long while before continuing. "To be honest, sir, no I don't believe Zabini is still alive but--" And here the professor trailed off again.
"But what?"
Snape frowned. "But if Zabini ISN'T dead then I still think he is lost to us. I don't know, Albus. I just have a hunch about this."
"I was afraid you'd confirm my suspicions, Severus. You, too, believe that if Zabini is alive he will possibly be a threat?" It really wasn't a question and Snape treated it as such.
"What better way to infiltrate the school than with an actual student?" The raven haired man muttered, and then shrugged.
The Headmaster looked grave. "I will make an announcement to the students and faculty tonight during dinner." He shuffled some papers on his desk. "Now, about young Mr. Malfoy. We had a very interesting chat after I assigned the boys their detentions today."
"Interesting?" Snape murmured.
"Quite. It seems HE has received the Dark Mark. Did you know this?"
But from the look of pure shock on the potion master's face, it was clear that this was the first time he'd learned of this.
"I was hoping that Mr. Malfoy could have avoided that particular fate. How did you find out?"
Dumbledore sighed. "He showed it to me."
Snape raised an ebony eyebrow. "Just like that?"
"Yes, just like that. Curious is it not? Plus, he told me that he wants to work for the Order."
"Don't you find that just a tad bit strange?"
"I find it plenty strange, Severus, and I'm not entirely sure if his offer is sincere or not. But, I am hoping that by placing Draco with Harry in detention, it will serve to benefit the boy in the future."
Snape looked dubious and scowled. "Benefit him HOW, Albus? Have you forgotten that those two boys hate each other?!"
Dumbledore smiled enigmatically. "We shall see, Severus. We shall see. I believe that when the time comes, Draco will do the right thing."
Snape still looked doubtful despite the fact that they were discussing his favorite student. "And what, if I may ask, is the right thing?"
"I believe that only Mr. Malfoy can answer that." Dumbledore grabbed a glass dish on the edge of his desk and held it out to an astonished Snape. "Are you quite sure you don't want a Lemon Drop? They are frightfully delicious."
Snape only groaned.
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"Where on earth have you two been?! Classes were over with an hour ago!" Hermione stood in the middle of the Gryffindor common room with her hands on her hips and anger in her striking, brown eyes. "I've been looking for you two since Potions!"
"'Mione!" Ron cried delightedly. "You're okay!" He blushed a bright red at the eager tone in his voice and hurried towards her. Harry followed behind him, unusually quiet.
"Don't you DARE "˜Mione' me!" The petite brunette snapped. "I was worried about you two ever since that stupid fight you and Harry had with Malfoy. Then I remember trying to stop you but I fell asleep, and the next thing I know, Snape is peering down at me and taking away ten points from Gryffindor!"
"What?! Why did he take points off?"
It was Hermione's turn to flush in embarrassment. She quickly mumbled something too low for the boys to hear.
"I'm sorry, what was that?" Harry asked.
"Er—I SAID I sort of screamed when I saw his face." Hermione grumbled.
Both boys were at a loss for words. Ron looked at her incredulously and then burst out laughing. Hermione, miffed, turned to Harry for support.
"You would have screamed too, Harry, if his face was the first thing you saw. It was highly unpleasant!" Ron, meanwhile, just kept on laughing and Hermione glared at the red-head. Harry, however, just gave her a weak smile. Perceptive as ever, she immediately grew concerned. "Are you all right?"
*No, I'm not.* Harry thought miserably and threw himself dramatically into a vacant armchair. *How do you even BEGIN to tell your friends that you might be attracted to boys? Would they be disgusted with him?* Harry knew that Ron and Hermione were quite accepting of Seamus being gay, but years of abuse from the Dursleys caused Harry to doubt their support from time to time. "I'm just bummed about our punishments, 'Mione."
Hermione settled down next to Ron on the couch and gave her friends a sympathetic look. "Tell me what happened."
For the next several minutes, the boys explained their detentions to her. When they got to the part where they couldn't sit at their House tables, the young witch jumped up, indignant. Before she could speak, however, Harry hushed her. "There's no point in getting upset. We DID fight, so we should be punished. Plus, it's not like you won't see us. We have some classes together, and of course we can talk in the common room."
Just then, and angry shout rang out startling them and the group of first years talking in the corner.
"Just leave it, Seamus!" Dean came storming down the stairs with Seamus on his heels. The Irish boy looked severely distressed.
"Dean, wait!" Seamus pleaded, but Dean only walked faster. The two boys took no notice of their Housemates as they quickly exited through the portrait hole.
"Gods, what on earth is going on with them?" Harry murmured, worried about their friends.
"Seamus told me that he kissed Dean the other night when he left to go apologize to him. It wasn't planned and he just did it--only Dean wasn't too happy with him. Apparently he STILL isn't."
"I bet Seamus is heartbroken." Ron muttered. "I mean I know he tends to be a bit fickle and everything, but it's mostly all in good fun. I think he really likes Dean."
Inexplicably, Harry found himself getting furious with Seamus. Although he had never had a problem with homosexual relationships before, now that he was questioning his OWN sexuality it made the subject a bit of a sore one. Harry leaped up from his chair. "Well, maybe if Seamus would stop shoving his tongue down Dean's throat every minute, Dean wouldn't be so angry with him!"
Everyone stopped and stared at him. The first years in the corner whispered feverishly amongst themselves. What on earth could Harry Potter be talking about?
"Harry!" Hermione stared at her irate friend in shock. She had never seen Harry look so—TORMENTED. "How could you? Seamus is your friend!"
A deep red stained Harry's cheeks almost like blood seeping across a polished floor. He averted his eyes and tried to calm down. On top of his present confusion, the uneasy feeling was back in the pit of his stomach, and he glanced out of one of the windows. The sky was gray and cloudy; trees were whipping back and forth in a haphazard manner--a sure sign of a storm brewing. But still—something about the way the trees moved—wasn't natural.
Seemed almost—forced.
But that was ridiculous.
"I'm sorry. I'm just really tired. I think I'm going to lie down a bit before dinner." Harry said softly, still guilty over his outburst. Before his friends could even respond, he was dashing upstairs to the 7th year boys' dormitories.
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A/N: Sorry there was such a long wait. School and work are literally KICKING MY ASS. So please bear with me. 8-) Chapter 8 is getting to be much longer than I anticipated, so I am going to have to break it into parts.
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