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Adventures In Life Drawing	By : Davenrood Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3984 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A/N: I'd just like to remind you that this story takes place as if Book 5 never happened, because it was started before Book 5 was released. (I'm sure you realize this due to the overabundance of Sirius appearances, but just wanted to make sure).
Chapter Seven: The Invitation
"...and if you had taken the time to stir this potion properly, perhaps I could have fathomed giving you a passing grade for today. As it is, you've done an incredibly poor job in concocting a potion that could have been handled by a half-wit fourth year, and I shall have to give you a fail."
Snape emptied Harry's cauldron with a flick of his wand and raised his eyebrows as if daring Harry to object. Although he was almost red with anger, Harry forced himself to look away. He supposed this was Snape's pay back for his nosiness. Harry propped his chin upon his hand and sighed, remembering that he had half hoped for Snape to treat him more fairly now that Voldemort had been defeated. He had thought that the unfairness was likely due to Snape's difficult position as a spy, and not so much to do with his father after all. He now decided that he'd been hoping against hope.
"It isn't fair," he growled later, throwing a stone into the lake, causing the giant squid to shake one large tentacle at him and move off toward the other side. Ron and Draco were sprawled on the ground next to him. "I'll never pass Potions if he keeps up this stupid grudge and I'll have a shite career for the rest of my life."
"He's a right snarky bastard," Ron said with a frown. "Always has been, always will be. Unless you're some people."
He threw a glare at Draco, who merely shrugged. Harry threw one last stone and then sat down with the two, looking between him.
"Don't you two start," he warned. He could tell by the look on Ron's face that he still hadn't forgiven Draco for kissing Hermione.
"Start what?" Draco smirked. "I was just about to ask Weasley if he knew where Granger was yesterday."
Ron started to blush red and the smirk turned into a pleased grin.
"Don't bother," Harry said. "He won't say anything about what happened yesterday. Neither will Hermione."
"Because nothing happened," Ron yelled, the blush deepening. "You are driving me crazy, both of you."
Draco just lay back on the grass, coolly. "All in a days work, Weasel."
Ron rolled his eyes. "Look," he said, addressing Harry, "I know you've had a rotten day, mate, and I'm really sorry for you, but I'm starving. Hermione's probably through in the Library by now anyway..."
Harry forced a half-smile. "It's okay. Go have dinner. I'm not very hungry, anyhow."
"Yeah, I'll stay," Draco said. "I can just slip down to the kitchens later if I need something."
Ron got up and gave Harry a brotherly pat on the shoulder (and a glare to Draco) before dashing up to the castle. Harry watched the red-head until he disappeared from view and then lay back next to Draco.
"Why does he have to be such a nutter?"
"Who," Draco asked. "The Weasel?"
Harry elbowed the other. "No. Your bloody head of house, stupid."
There was a moment of silence before Draco answered. "I'm really sorry he treats you like that... I'm sorry I get special treatment."
Harry turned his head to the left to look at the blonde Slytherin. The sun was setting over the lake, casting a soft glow upon Draco's face. Harry smiled at the rare sincerity... or perhaps at the pleasant sight.
"That isn't your fault. Besides, he's treated you quite normally for a while. Probably punishing you for not hexing me in the hallway."
Draco snorted. "Don't be ridiculous. I hexed you in the hallway last week."
Harry and Draco chuckled at the memory. Draco had put the Impediment Curse on Harry as he'd been walking in a crowd of people, causing quite a pile-up of students.
"Of course," Draco continued. "I'm sure he'd approve much more if you didn't find my cursing you so amusing."
Their laughter trickled back into a calm silence. Harry was feeling a bit better despite his rotten day.
"Seriously," Draco said, turning over onto his right side and looking at Harry. "He shouldn't treat you like he does."
Harry felt a weird twinge in the pit of his stomach. There was something odd about the way he was feeling. He found himself thinking things he hadn't thought before; Draco had beautiful eyes, the way that Draco's nose sloped was quite handsome, his lips were nice and full... He blinked and turned his head away, looking up into the darkening sky.
"Harry?"
He felt a blush spreading across his face, and hoped that Draco couldn't make it out in the ever-darkening evening.
"Er, yeah?"
"Are you alright?" He put a hand out to touch Harry's shoulder. The moment Draco's fingers brushed against his shirt, Harry jumped and sat up quickly.
"I'll be fine. I've survived Snape before, I'll survive again. Let's go in, shall we?"
Draco sat up slowly. "It's only ten to seven."
"Yeah, I'm feeling a bit hungry now. We could still catch supper if we hurry."
Harry stood up, and without waiting for a reply from Draco, started walking toward the castle.
All through dinner, Draco kept an eye on Harry from his table. Although Harry was on the bench facing in Draco's direction, he didn't make any effort to look over at the Slytherin table. In fact, it looked more like he was making the effort not to look over at the Slytherin table. Draco frowned. What did all this mean? Why was Harry acting so oddly all of the sudden? And why had he been blushing like some girl that he'd just given the eye to?
-and then it hit him like a rogue bludger. Harry liked him. Harry liked him! No wonder he'd acted so distant. Draco didn't know whether to feel flattered, vexed or astonished. He settled on 'confused' as the right emotion for the moment and decided he would work it out later... if he was indeed correct about Harry's feelings. Suddenly, he didn't feel hungry anymore.
"Ron, pleeeeeeeeeease."
"Go away, Gin."
"But I need help!"
"Ask Harry, then," Ron said, flipping the page in his Quidditch magazine and scratching at his full stomach.
Ginny crossed her arms. "He's working on Transfiguration homework for a test. I just need a bit of practice out on the pitch. I just need some help from my talented big brother."
Ron looked up at Ginny who gave him hopeful puppy dog eyes.
"It's dark out."
"We've got a few hours before curfew... And what if I have to play Quidditch in the dark someday?"
Ron snorted. "Anyhow, tryouts are more than ten months away."
"I need all the practice I can get. You do want a Weasley to be on the team next year, don't you?" Ginny stared hard at Ron. "Wouldn't want the tradition to be broken, would you?"
That did it. Ron threw his magazine down with a sigh and looked to Hermione and Harry.
"I'll be back. Don't do anything fun without me." Ginny burst into a big smile and tugged Ron out the door saying, "Thank you thank you thank you-"
Harry laughed, but then frowned as Hermione turned a piece of parchment into a large canvas. Grumpily, he turned back to his work and attempted to transfigure a pillow into a chair, with little luck.
"I still want to know where you were yesterday," Harry said to Hermione casually, breaking the silence. Hermione crossed her arms and glared at him.
"I'll tell you if you tell me why you were avoiding Malfoy after supper."
Harry started chewing on his lip and nudged at the pillow (which had sprouted two legs and one arm) with his wand.
Hermione smirked. "Not so curious now, are you?"
Harry shrugged. "If I tell you... You won't freak out?"
Hermione looked torn between her own curiousity and her insistence that nothing important had happened while she was absent from Life Drawing. She glanced over to the nearest table where Seamus was sitting with Neville and Dean, and then to the chairs by the fire, currently occupied by Lavender and Parvati.
"Alright, then," she said. "Let's take a walk."
Harry gave his pathetic 'chair' a kick and followed Hermione to the portrait. After walking around the castle for a while in silence, wondering who should begin, they found themselves at the Astronomy tower.
"Shall we go up?" Harry gestured and Hermione nodded her consent. Once out in the open, they sat down against the wall.
"You first," they said together, then burst into laughter.
"I'll go first," Hermione said. "But you have to promise not to freak out, too."
"Promise."
"Alright. After I left Defense class, Ron followed me. He wanted to apologize, but I was pretty angry and tried to ditch him. You know that secret room that just... appears?"
"Yeah," Harry chuckled. "The Come and Go room, you mean? Otherwise known as the Snog and Shag room?"
He couldn't tell in the darkness, but he was sure Hermione was bright red.
"The Room of Requirement," she said with emphasis, "just happened to show up when I was trying to dodge Ron. Unfortunately, I wasn't quick enough and he followed me in. Although... I suppose I should now be saying fortunately."
"I knew it," Harry exclaimed. "The sexual tension between you and Ron has become unbearable these past few years, you know. It's about time."
"But we didn't," Hermione said. "We didn't have... we didn't shag or anything."
Harry smiled. "I didn't think so, I was just teasing. So, what did you do then."
"I hit him."
Harry raised an eyebrow.
"Then he kissed me... then I hit him."
"Only you, Hermione. It mustn't have been very hard. He looks quite alright to me."
"Concealing spell," she whispered, and then both started giggling. "I apologized afterwards. I hadn't meant to... I just was so shocked. And pleased." She smiled at Harry. "I'm very pleased. He said he always liked my fiery side."
"I'm glad for you two. I just don't get why it has to be a secret."
"I suppose it doesn't. It's more that I'm not used to this. Viktor was the closest thing I had to a boyfriend. I'm just afraid of what all the girls will say."
"They'll say, 'It's about time Granger and Weasley started snogging.'"
Hermione smacked Harry's arm, but was smiling.
"Alright," she said. "I've spilled the beans. It's time for you to hold up your end of the bargain."
Harry stopped smiling. Hermione's story had made him momentarily forget about Draco. Now he felt uneasy again.
"Why I was ignoring Draco?"
"Ummhmm."
Harry sighed. "Well, we were down at the lake at the beginning of supper. Just talking and such. And he said something really nice. Unexpectedly sweet."
"That's hard to believe. He's never sweet to you."
"I know," Harry said. "Then he turned to look at me and it felt like my stomach had jumped out of my mouth and started dancing all over the grass."
"Oooooh," Hermione observed. "It's beginning to make sense."
"I don't know what to do. He's just so... handsome. Not to mention fun, and apparently he can be delightful when he wants to be."
"Harry," Hermione started slowly. "He's... Isn't he...?"
"Isn't he what," Harry asked, confused.
"Isn't he straight?"
"And that would be the problem." There was a silence.
Hermione shifted and looked at him. "I know this really sucks, but you have to just ignore it I suppose. There doesn't seem to be much you can do about it."
Harry sighed and then laughed bitterly. "I suppose I half hoped you'd have a solution."
"Even Hermione the Brain has her limitations," she said softly. "I'm sorry. Be careful with yourself, alright?"
"Yeah," Harry said. "Alright."
It was eleven o'clock and Harry was wandering down to the kitchens to see Dobby and to get some comfort food. After trying to sleep for an hour, he had given up. He pulled the Invisibility cloak tightly around him and wandered down the stairs to the hallway. At the end of the hall he tickled the pear and opened the portrait. Quietly, he slipped inside and closed the entrance. When he pulled off the cloak and turned around, he nearly jumped out of his skin.
"Draco!"
"Hey, Lin. Down for a snacky snack?" He was laying on top of the duplicate Ravenclaw table on his stomach with a bowl of strawberries.
Harry glared. "Don't call me Lin." Then as an afterthought, "Or Linda, for that matter... Nancy."
Draco smirked at him and gestured with his head for Harry to join. As Harry sat down on the bench, Dobby came rushing forward with a few other house elves standing behind him. He was wearing a pair of large bathing shorts held up with red suspenders, one blue sock with keys and one white sock with pink flamingos.
"Harry Potter has come at last! Dobby is wondering when Harry Potter would come to see him! Would Harry like his usual?"
Draco cocked his head. "You have a usual?"
Harry shrugged sheepishly. "Yeah?"
Dobby was staring up at Harry expectantly, unblinking. Harry smiled and nodded. Without delay, Dobby ran off and back again a few moments later with a rather large slice of chocolate cake.
"Thanks, Dobby."
"Anything for Harry Potter, sir. Just let Dobby know if you require anything else, sir."
Harry nodded again and then took a bite of cake.
"That is a lot of chocolate for one little Gryffindor," Draco drawled. Harry swallowed the piece.
"Yeah, well. It cheers me up."
Draco looked dubiously at Harry. "What do you need cheering up for? I thought I did a pretty good job of that earlier."
Harry half smiled. "I'm just feeling a bit down."
"I could hex you if it'd make you feel better."
"No, thanks." Harry rested his head on his left hand and jabbed at the cake.
Draco shifted to one side. "If Snape's getting you this down then maybe you should-"
"It's not Snape," Harry cut him off. "I'm feeling lonely. You know what I just found out?"
Draco shrugged.
"Hermione and Ron finally got together."
"'bout time." Harry chuckled gloomily at this.
"Yeah, it is. But now that makes me a third wheel."
Before he could stop himself, Draco said, "You always have me, Potter."
Harry looked into Draco's eyes for a second before looking away. A pink tinge crossed his cheeks. "Er... Thanks."
Draco cursed himself for his tactlessness. He was even surer that Harry had a thing for him now. Harry finished his cake in silence. No more than five seconds after he was done, another house elf ran forward to take the plate away while yet another ran up with a glass of milk. Draco looked at him incredulously for a moment.
"Come here often?"
"Shut up, Nan."
Draco heaved himself up and hopped to the floor. "Come on. Let's go for a walk."
"I don't know." Harry said. "It's going on midnight."
"Oh, pish posh. You can sleep in Arithmancy tomorrow."
Harry followed Draco out onto the grounds and they started off towards Hagrid's hut.
"Just to Hagrid's and back," Harry said. Draco nodded. They were both under the Invisibility cloak, and therefore moving pretty slowly. It had taken some convincing to get Harry to agree to them both being under it. Draco supposed he didn't want to get too close.
After a moment, Draco said, "Why don't you just start up with Blaise again? I'll give my approval this time, eh?"
Harry shook his head. "I've noticed that he's had his eye on Padma Patil for a while."
"Padma?"
"Yeah. I suppose I settled his bi-curiousity for him, or maybe you did. Anyhow, he's not my type really."
Draco made a tisking noise. "Picky picky."
"Well, I don't want to end up with just anyone."
When they reached Hagrid's pumpkin patch, they turned back around. Draco elbowed Harry. "Hey, how about this. I'm throwing a cheer up party in your honour. Tomorrow night, at midnight."
"You are, are you?" Harry rubbed his side where Draco had jabbed him. "Where at?"
"The lake. Invite Weasel and company."
"And just what will we be doing at the lake?"
"Skinny dipping."
Harry stopped so abruptly that Draco nearly walked out from under the cloak. "Excuse me?"
"It's a Slytherin bloke tradition. First Friday in November. It's a bit chilly, but we've always done it. Except this year I won't be inviting Crabbe and Goyle. Doubt they'd come anyway, the oafs. So seeing it'd just be me and Blaise, and two never make for a good party, I figure why not invite out some courageous Gryffindors?" Draco knew how wicked he was being, but he couldn't help himself. If Harry did like him, he would be putting him in a very difficult situation, which he could never resist. If Harry didn't like him, then they'd just have good fun.
"Er... I don't-"
"What's the matter, Potter? Don't tell me you've gone goody."
"Sounds great," said Harry, sounding like it was anything but. "We'll be there."
I hope you are enjoying it... I hope you are enjoying the twist... I hope you aren't going to kill me because of this... Apologies to all the SS/HP fans out there. I'm one myself, but I go where inspiration leads me.
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