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Darkness Or Light. What Is your Choice?	By : Kalariona Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3909 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hi all. Time for chapter 9. I definitely enjoyed writing this chapter (The kiss! The kiss!) It�s finally hit the Draco/Harry Moment. I do hope you all enjoy it!
As usual, I don�t own Harry Potter. If I did, this would be the fifth book!
Anyway

DARKNESS OR LIGHT. WHAT IS YOUR CHOICE?

Chapter 9 - The Race And The Kiss

The whole of Gryffindor House took it very well, considering most of them had been expecting something like this to happen for a long time. Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff also took it quite well, although a few girls and even some guys cried. Slytherin however, look it rather badly. It seemed that, although most of them sneered at his passing, the Slytherin�s were renowned as the house with the most crushes on the Boy Who Lived.
Pansy especially was very upset. She had locked herself into her dorm room and had promptly burst into tears, although she wouldn�t admit it to anyone. Blaise had been slightly subdued of late and Draco.... Well, Draco had gone through stages. He had been quiet and reflective, then angry for some reason, especially with Blaise. Then he had become quite cheerful, even smiling sometimes although there was almost constantly a haunted look in his eyes. He had started hanging around with Weasley, much to the shock of the entire school! Everyone knew of their mutual hatred but to see them walk through the halls, chatting amicably had set up a lot of hanging mouths and wide eyed stares. Of course, Pansy had also began hanging around with them. At first to spy on Potter and Granger, then, just because she enjoyed the company of Weasley.
�I really ought to start calling him Ron.� She said reflectively, staring out of her dorm room window over the darkening grounds. After a few weeks of moping around, staring wistfully at Potter. (Should start calling him Harry.) She had realised that Ron was the one who continuously invaded her thoughts. She still really liked Harry, but it seemed she had lost against Granger! (Never gonna call her Hermione.) Ron was sweet, charming and had mellowed somewhat. He wasn�t continuously jumping up and down as he had been in previous years. It was a definite improvement.
�Music room.� Pansy jumped up from the window seat and made her way up the stairs towards the common room. �Need to practice.� She stopped in the doorway to the common room at the recognisable raised voices.
�I didn�t do anything Draco. I swear!�
�So why is Harry always jumpy now when you are near him?�
�He�s probably wary of me since I told him that I liked him.�
Pansy groaned. This was the continuation of the argument that had occurred when Blaise had told Draco that he confessed to Harry that he liked him in more ways than one. For some reason, Draco had flown off the handle and tried to garrotte him with his tie! He was only mildly placated when Blaise told him that Harry didn�t reciprocate his feelings. Pansy had watched the whole scene at the time in amusement. It had happened before they all found out about Harry and Granger�s relationship. Draco wasn�t surprised when it became common knowledge and had actually ignored the upset chattering of his housemates.
�Something else must have happened. I know it.�
�What do you care anyway?�
�I don�t care.�
�So why ask?� Blaise practically screamed in Draco�s face then stormed out of the common room. Pansy watched uncomfortably as Draco walked over to one of the leather chairs and slumped ungracefully into it.
�Hey, Draco.� Pansy walked out of the doorway towards the boy on the chair. Draco looked up at her and she noticed once again that his light silvery blue eyes were haunted. He looked tired and sad, nothing like the Draco Malfoy she used to know.
�What is it Parkinson?� He replied quietly, looking back down at his hands which were curled up in his lap.
�Why do you hassle Blaise so much about Harry?�
�So you�ve begun calling him by his first name too?� Draco still didn�t look up but Pansy nodded anyway.
�It seems right. I mean, we hang out together now and he and Ron call me by my first name now, unlike some people.� Here she gave a pointed glance at Draco, who refused to look up. �Again, why...�
�It�s none of your business!� Draco snapped out, staring finally at Pansy. His eyes had lost the haunted look and were angry. �Just drop it.� His anger dissipated and he dropped his eyes to his lap again. The common room began to darken as the light outside began to die. A quiet roll of thunder could be heard in the distance and the patter of rain could be heard hitting the windows. Throughout this quiet interlude, Pansy just stood where she was, staring at Draco.
�You�ve become quite obsessed with something Draco and it�s pulling you apart. Clear it up soon will you? Pull yourself back together.� With that assessment voiced, Pansy left the common room, her head held high.
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�Harry. Where are you?�
Harry felt bad! Guilty even, but he had to get away. Ever since he had agreed to start dating Hermione, he never had a moment to himself. Weeks had gone by and he was always either playing Quidditch with Ron, Hermione in the stands watching. Studying, with Hermione hanging over his shoulder or just hanging out, with Hermione hanging over him. He needed a break. He hardly had private time with Ron anymore. He had begun to spend time with Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson. Admittedly, he hung out with them too (with Hermione.) but they were not very conversational with him.
Malfoy.
Something was definitely different with him. H didn�t sneer, didn't snigger. In fact, he didn�t even smile. He never made eye contact with him at all, in fact, he always shied away, keeping his distance. Even Pansy was confused when he did this. Harry also didn't understand how he and Ron had reconciled. They had gone from being at each others throats to hanging out together. Not that Harry minded. It stopped all the petty insults and the fighting. Blaise had been another matter. Whenever possible, Harry had avoided him. Obviously, Blaise didn�t know what he had done wrong and Harry wasn�t about to tell him. Just the thought of what happened in the potion room with him brought a blush to his face.
�Hey Ron. Have you seen Harry?�
�No. Sorry �Mione.�
Hermione was a lovely person. Harry had always thought that. She was just a little over possessive about him. He couldn�t even talk to a girl without her standing near him, glaring. She was also an over excited kisser. Now Harry wasn�t experienced when it came to kissing. Hermione was his first kiss and Blaise was his first aborted kiss! Other than that he had nothing to compare it to. It was nice, soft and sweet, but the emotion behind it didn�t feel quite right. Harry figured that it was because it was Hermione he was kissing. They had been friends for so long that anything else was strange. It had gotten better over time and Harry had found himself enjoying the kisses they shared. So why was it he was hiding out in Gryffindor utilities closet?
�Pssst Harry! Are you in here?� Ron�s voice was heard through the door along with an insistent knocking. Harry stayed silent, afraid that Hermione was still with him. ��Mione�s gone Harry. Are you there?�
�Yes.� Harry whispered back. He cast the Alohomora spell and Ron opened the door and squeezed it, closing the door behind him. It wasn�t dark in the room, as there was a window above them, but it was getting late and darkness was creeping up on them.
�So what�s going on?� Ron said quietly, leaning against the wall next to Harry. �Why are you hiding in here?�
�I need some time alone.� Harry slumped to the floor. �Hermione doesn�t leave me any time to myself. She�s with me twenty four seven.�
�Yeah, well, she�s looking for you around the classrooms.� Ron looked up at the window. The dark clouds could be seen and the sound of rain could be heard. �I headed her off for you and I also grabbed this before she thought of using it.� He waved a piece of parchment in front of Harry�s nose and Harry recognised it as the Marauders Map.
�Thanks Ron.�
�Any time.� Ron stuffed the map back into his pocket and turned to Harry. �Why are we still in here?� He asked, raising his eyebrow. �Hermione�s gone.� Harry sighed.
�I want to fly!�
�In this weather?� Ron replied incredulously. �It�s pouring out there.�
�I don�t care.� Harry opened the door to the closet. �That�s the one place that I can escape from everything.�
�Wait. I�m coming.� Ron followed him out of the closet and out of the portrait hole. �Did you leave your broom in the shed?�
�Yeah. I took in down earlier. Its kinda hard to creep it down there when Hermione is breathing down your neck.� Ron didn�t reply but Harry sensed he wanted to say something. Instead he followed Harry down the corridor, peeking around corners, watching out for a familiar bushy head.
�Ron?�
The voice from behind then made Harry and Ron jump a foot in the air, then turn hesitantly to see Malfoy staring at them inquisitively. Well, looking at Ron, practically ignoring Harry. He noticed it was beginning to irk him.
�What are you doing, creeping along the corridor?�
�Avoiding Hermione.� Ron replied before Harry could say anything. �Harry needs a break.�
Malfoy�s head swivelled in his direction and suddenly, Harry�s vision was filled with silvery blue. Malfoy was staring directly into his eyes and didn�t seem to have any inclination to remove them. Harry felt as he was frozen to the spot. He couldn�t remove his gaze from Malfoy and it was scaring him.
�Harry?� Ron waved his hand in front of his best friends face, breaking the gaze. Harry blinked and looked at Ron.
�What?� He then looked back at Malfoy and saw that he was looking at the floor, a slight blush on his face. So slight that Harry wasn�t sure that it actually was a blush.
�You were fazed out.� Ron grabbed Malfoy�s wrist and began pulling him along with him. Harry followed behind. �Tired?�
�Yes.� Harry whispered. What had happened? Why had Malfoy�s direct gaze affected him that much? He could feel his body trembling slightly and his heart was beating slightly faster than normal.
�Where are we going?� He heard Malfoy ask. He was letting himself be pulled along the corridor, ignoring the amused stare of other students as they passed them.
�To the Quidditch pitch. Harry wants to go flying.�
�In this weather?� Malfoy echoed Ron�s earlier words. Ron chuckled.
�Yeah Draco. In this weather. It�ll be fun and a challenge to keep a grip on your broom. You�ve always seemed to escape wet weather flying. This time you cant escape it!�
�But, my hair!� Despite himself, Harry began to laugh. He had to admit, Draco looked better without all of the gel in his hair, but he was still vain with it.
�Stop being a vain prat. Ron continued to pull him along. �You sound like a girl.� Harry laughed loudly, earning a dirty look being sent in his direction by Malfoy.
�Fine.�
The pitch had puddles. Quite large ones in fact. Harry saw Ron and Malfoy give the pitch dismayed looks and sighed. �Killjoys!� He muttered, mounting his broom and kicking off. He had used the water repelling spell in advance so he could see what he was doing. He could see Ron and Malfoy still down on the ground in what looked like a heated discussion, then watched as Ron cuffed Malfoy across the shoulder and then fly up to meet him.
�It�s cold.� Ron muttered, hovering on his broom. �Lets race. We�ll warm up a little.�
�Sure.� Harry agreed. �Malfoy.� He called down to where he was still standing. �We�re racing. Come up here.� He was sure he saw Malfoy shoot Ron a suspicious look but he called back. �Nah. You two race. I�ll race the winner.�
�Alright.� Ron called back, once again before Harry could say anything, then turned to Harry. �From here to the goalposts, circle the pitch to land next to Draco.� Harry nodded. �Ready?� Harry nodded again, positioning himself on his broom. �Set, GO!�
Harry shot off, Ron directly behind him. Ron had been brought a Nimbus 2001 by his brothers. He had been homing his skills and was pretty fast. As expected, Harry had beaten Ron around the Quidditch pitch and was racing towards the spot where Draco was standing, still holding his broom. He had just slowed down to land when Ron arrived and accidentally clipped his broom. Harry hadn�t been expecting it and lost his grip on the wet broom handle, slipping off altogether. He was only a few feet from the ground and he found himself landing with a splat onto mud and a disgruntled Draco Malfoy!
�Hey, great landing Harry.� He heard Ron laughing from above. �I thought you were supposed to be a professional.� Harry growled. He had done it on purpose.
�Ron. You�ll die.� Harry lifted his face from Malfoy�s chest (He was laying diagonally over Malfoy.) and glared at Ron. �What possessed you to do that?�
�Dunno. It was a spur of the moment thing.� Ron shrugged, then landed his broom.
�Harry.� He heard Malfoy say in a very strained sounding voice. �Please get off me.� Harry looked down at him questioningly. Malfoy was laying spread eagled on the ground, palms up and eyes closed. There was a definite blush on his face this time and his jaw was clenched. Harry scrambled up in embarrassment. He hadn�t meant to lay there that long. No wonder Malfoy was irritated with him.
�Sorry.� He whispered, blushing himself. Malfoy then got up and brushed himself down. Harry noticed that his hand�s were shaking and fought a strange urge to grab them.
�Well Harry, you beat me.� Ron�s voice broke into his thoughts. He turned towards the redhead to see him sling his broom over his shoulder. �It�s you verses Draco. I�m going in to get dry.� Ron turned and ran towards the castle before either he or Malfoy could utter a word. Harry grumbled in frustration. That was one trait Ron had that was really beginning to piss him off.
�You don�t have to, you know.� He heard Malfoy say behind him. Harry turned around and watched as Malfoy mounted his broom. �It�s up to you.� Harry shook his head and also mounted his broom.
�No, I want to. Where should we race to?�
�The same as last time.� Malfoy replied. �Start from here though.� Harry nodded and they both took starting positions. Malfoy did the ready, set, go and once again Harry found himself flying around the pitch. He also found himself winning again although Malfoy was right behind him.
�Well done Harry.� Malfoy landed on the ground next to him and placed his broom by his feet. Harry smiled and looked at his face. His hair was sticking in all directions, much like his own. His smile faded though, when Malfoy turned his gaze onto him and their eyes met again. The world stopped for him but Malfoy continued to move. He no longer heard the sound of the rain, or the quiet sounds of thunder, gradually coming closer. All he could see or hear was Malfoy, whom was walking closer to him until they stood directly facing one another.
�Why is it,� Malfoy whispered, lifting an hand and trailing a finger down Harry�s cheek, �that whenever I think about you, I feel as if my heart will break?�
�M...Malfoy?� Harry stuttered. Malfoy moved his fingers to his lips, silencing him. He also stepped forward and trailed his other hand around Harry�s back, grasping the robes and pulling Harry forward into his embrace, pressing himself against his body so that they were nose to nose.
�Why do I, every time I close my eyes, see you standing there, staring at me? Always you and only you! Why do I want to touch you, hold you, kiss you?� Harry gasped at his words but still found that he couldn�t move away. His eyes widened and he grasped onto Malfoy�s arms. Malfoy�s eyes were all pupil with only a small ring of dusky blue circling it. �Why Harry? Why have you done this to me?� Harry opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Draco stared at him for a few moments then slid his hand over Harry�s face and pushed it into his hair. Then he leaned forwards and pressed their lips together....

I know. I totally left you on a cliff-hanger, but the next part will be up very shortly. I just wanted to get this bit done.
Please review. I would love to hear your thoughts on this chapter.
See ya later

Rie

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