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Irreversible	By : Drarry-Lisa Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3064 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter-8
The Sorting
By the time Harry finishes reading, he has a very pleasant smile on his face. Leave it to Draco to manipulate him even at the age of eleven. Merlin only knew how many more times had Draco manipulated him into doing or rather refraining from doing something.
"Draco, are you done?" He calls and Draco replies back, "Yes. Almost."
"How mush time will you take?" He asks and Draco replies after a couple of minutes, "Ten to fifteen minutes."
"Okay baby. Take your time." Harry yells exasperatedly.
As expected, the blond shouts loudly, "I detest your pet names, Potter."
"But I love them." Harry shouts and Draco doesn't reply this time. Harry is sure that the blond is grumbling to himself even while bathing. Harry sighs and decides to write his part. If he is claiming to take fifteen minutes, Harry is sure, he won't be out for another half an hour atleast.
Harry
"GRYFFINDOR." The hat shouts and everyone except the Slytherin table cheers. As expected, Draco had been sorted in Slytherin. I know that he wouldn't smile at me. I know that he wants me with him in Slytherin as much as I do but still he asked me beg the hat to put me in Gryffindor with the git who mocks him.
I don't understand him. Everyone is staring at me and I stare at the stairs while walking towards my house table. From the corner of my eyes, I look at Draco. He is staring sadly at his plate. I am sure that the entire great hall is under an impression that I am a sweet little boy who is just too shy and hesitant to face them.
Contrary to what they think, I am furious and I am sure that my eyes are red. They always turn red when I am angry and I don't want to be a freak show. I already am for the entire wizarding world.
The red headed git who had mocked Draco makes way for me to sit and grins. I feel like vomiting at him when he does so and I can barely control myself from glaring viciously at him. The only thought of Draco wanting me to befriend the git stops me.
Hermione who is sitting at a bit of distance from Weasley seems okay and I go and sit sit with her. She seems a little 'out of the place' but then the students are not very inviting. They seem to dislike those who have non-magical humans as parents and she had told me that her parents are dentists.
I want to sit alone. I am not interested in speaking to anyone in this castle. Why then, I ask myself, am I sitting beside her with an intention to befriend her. I have not really had a good experience with friends. In fact the only best friend I have ever had is Draco. So I am doing this for him.
Most of the people in this world are cowards. Draco is among the fearless ones. I know that he is watching me from the corner of his eyes. I don't understand why he can't look directly at me. I miss Serena and Slyth. McGonagal said that our pets are in our dorms. I wonder who my dorm-mates are. I wish that at-least weasley is not my dorm-mate. Actually I would prefer not to have any dorm-mate at all.
Weasley is gaping at me. Everyone at the table is staring at me and it annoys me so much that I glare at them before snapping furiously, "Stop staring at me." It takes a lot of will power to prevent my eyes from turning red. It has the desired effect though and they avert their eyes.
I sneak a look at Draco and find him scowling at me. I scowl back. Must he admonish me for everything. I got sorted in this stupid house. Isn't it bloody enough. I want to sit with him so very much that his insistence upon my being in Gryffindor is annoying me.
I shouldn't have heard him at all. I shouldn't have -
"Hello Harry." Hermione's soft voice interrupts my thoughts and I look at her. She is looking thoughtfully at me. I have noticed that she doesn't smile at all. Her eyes are always inquisitive, curious. It makes me wonder why she wasn't sorted in Ravenclaw.
"Hello." I reply and headmaster's Dumbledore's voice finally reaches my ears. I had been so focused on Draco that I hadn't heard a word he said.
"-Let the feast begin." Dumbledore finishes and food appears on the table. It's overwhelming, to say the least, to have so many choices. Dursleys barely feed me at all.
That is one of the many reasons I hate them. Actually I despise them and I want to hurt them for destroying my childhood. I want to hold Dudley's hair and slam his face on the wall until he bleeds but I guess there are more creative ways to punish him using my magic and it will be less messy.
Perhaps I can torture him to death. He is always chasing me with those slimy friends of his. He takes advantage of being the stronger one. Bloody hippopotamus. I will slowly torture him and then I will torture Vernon. i will leave Petunia for the last.
They are not ready to give me a room even. I have only a little closet to call my room. A little demonstration of what I can do now won't go amiss when I return home for the holidays. They keep on calling me a freak. They will know what this freak can do finally. Bloody swines-
"HARRY." Someone screams and I blink before glaring at the bushy-haired girl sitting beside me, to whom the voice belongs.
She gapes at me and I realize with a bit of annoyance that my eyes must have turned red. I avert my eyes towards my plate and blink a couple of times to clear my eyes.
"What was that?" Someone whispers and I look at the person. It's Longbottom. His voice is trembling and I want to sneer at him that he is more of a Hufflepuff than Gryffindor but I control myself and look at him with raised eyebrows, "How did you expect me to react? Stop staring at me as if I am a freak-show."
"You shouldn't be so rude." Hermione admonishes me and I roll my eyes at her, "Don't preach me, Miss know-it-all."
Her lips droop and she turns to look at her plate and I mutter, irritated all of a sudden, "I was just kidding all right."
She nods quietly but doesn't look at me. Everyone at the table is staring at me again. I am about to snap at them but then I notice Draco sneering at me, his eyes annoyed and I scowl.
Students surrounding me are stupid enough to think that we have some rivalry going between us. He glares at me, asking me to mind my behavior and I glare right back, asking him to mind his own business.
But then he narrows his eyes at me and I roll my eyes in exasperation and start eating silently. To the hell with everyone. I can't lose my best friend just because I am surrounded with idiots.
Why did I ever listen to Draco at all? I lament and ignore my stupid house-mates.
Warm arms wrap around his neck as Harry saves the file and shuts down the computer.
"Hey." Harry whispers, his eyes closed as Draco's lips graze his neck.
"Hmmmmm." Draco murmurs and nuzzles the hollow of his neck. His lips leave soft kisses from the junction of his shoulder and neck to the base of his ear. This is the first time Draco is initiating physical contact between them. Until now, Draco had refused any kind of intimacy, at least while Harry was awake.
"Draco." Harry whispers and Draco turns his chair around. His arms rest on the arms of his chair and his eyes stare into Harry's.
His silver draw nearer to his and soon their lips meet. Harry lets Draco take the entire control and when Draco drags him out of the chair, his hand around Harry's back, Harry shivers slightly.
The kiss goes on and on with Draco sucking his lower lip hungrily. He feels himself being pushed towards the wall until he is standing with his back against it. Draco presses against Harry, their erections rubbing pressing and Harry squeezes Draco's buttocks before parting his lips for Draco's tongue. Soon after, their tongues are wrestling with each other. It's overwhelming and soft and brilliant and Harry is really, really in love with this man.
Very slowly, Draco pulls back and pecks his lips a couple of times before staring into his eyes, his own eyes intense. Harry rests his head back on the wall and closes his eyes, reveling in the feeling of having his husband all around him.
He is high on Draco and when he comes down and opens his eyes again, he finds Draco in his arms and presses their lips together in a chaste kiss.
After staring into his eyes for a few moments, he whispers, "What was this for?"
"I don't need a reason to love my husband." The blond mutters and smiles at him. Harry rubs their noses together and simply hugs him, his hands still on Draco's hips.
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