When Two Invisibility Cloaks Meet

When Two Invisibility Cloaks Meet

The rain drummed loudly on the roof overhead as Harry rolled over. Pulling the covers up further, he curled his legs up to his body so no warmth would escape, and sighed. Christmas was just a depressing holiday, he thought. Six of them here so far, and although he had lost his loathing for it after he came to Hogwarts, he still couldn't shake a petty dislike after all those years at the Dursleys'. He rolled onto his back and gazed at the ceiling. Sleep had eluded Harry the last couple of weeks. He usually managed about five hours before he fully awoke, and the toll was showing via the dark rings under his green eyes and the lines of weariness creasing his forehead.

He sat up in irritation, and climbed out of bed to throw on an extra jumper. Putting his glasses on, he gathered up his invisibility cloak and slipped out of the room quietly. If he couldn't get a decent night's sleep in there, then he might as well use his time in other ways than lying around wishing for it.

Peeking around the corner of the stairwell into Gryffindor's common room, he was glad to find it empty. Harry walked across to the painting, and threw the cloak around his slender frame, flipping the hood up before opening the portrait and climbing out. He started off to the right, thinking about maybe visiting the library, in hope of finishing off a Potions essay for next week. He'd even finish before Hermione! Grinning as he thought of the look she'd have on her face, he didn't bother to look around the upcoming corner before turning, and smacked right into someone.

"Ooaf!" a male voice grunted. Harry found himself on the floor, luckily with the cloak still covering his entire body. He froze, and prayed the person would just think they'd walked into the wall. Looking up, he forgot about being quiet and gasped.

There was no one there.

Fighting to slow his racing heart, Harry strained his ears. There must be someone there, he thought to himself. Maybe - no. Invisibility cloaks were really rare; Dumbledore had said so on the note that came with it when Harry received the cloak in his first year. This other person couldn't have one, unless it was someone with a load of money...

Harry frowned. "Malfoy?" he whispered, listening hard.

A slight rustle of cloth confirmed it.

"Who's that?" his mistrustful voice replied.

"It's me, Harry."

More rustling was heard, and suddenly a wand appeared, with a glimpse of pale fingers gripping tightly. "What're you doing out this late, Potter?"

Harry pulled out his own wand. "I could ask you the same thing, Malfoy." He stood up slowly, keeping his wand pointed at Draco.

A sigh was heard. "Look, Potter, just get out of my way. I don't have time to deal with you now."

Harry frowned. "It's half past three in the morning, Malfoy. What the hell are you up to?"

"None of your business. Now shove off." The hand holding the wand rose slowly as Draco got up. Harry kept a tight hold on his wand as he also climbed to his feet.

"Not bloody likely. You're up to something, wandering around at this time of night, and you won't even tell me why."

"Have you forgotten, Potter? We're enemies, so it's not as if I'll spill everything just because you asked me to," Malfoy sneered.

"I just want to know if..." Harry paused. What did he want to know?

Draco seemed to sense Harry's hesitation. "You don't even know why you're bothering to talk to me, do you Potter?"

Harry shook his head vehemently, and then realised Malfoy couldn't see it.

"Honestly? Yeah, I was just wondering that. Because I wanted to know if you were okay, but you just throw it back in my face. No one can ever talk normally to you, Malfoy; you just insult the hell out of them!"

"At least I don't lick their shoes and get undeserved praise!"

"Better that, which I don't even do, than have no friends!" Harry threw back.

"Oh, of course. The famous Harry Potter, with millions of adoring fans and friends. They all look up to you, because you're 'oh-so-brave' and courageous, and damn they wish they were more like you," Malfoy spat.

"Bet you're jealous, aren't you Malfoy? I bet you wish you had friends that actually liked you, rather than the people you control with fear," Harry let all his disgust for Draco show in his voice.

"Oooh, trying to hurt me, Potter? Go on, you're doing so well. I can feel the knives digging deep inside my heart," Draco snickered and waved his wand around. "Well, if you're done boring me to death, I suggest you move out of my way."

"No."

"What's that?"

"I said no. Are you deaf now as well as dumb?"

"No one says 'no' to a Malfoy, Potter. You should've learnt that by now."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Your family doesn't have as much power as you'd like to think they do, Malfoy. They're just a bunch of rotten, savage-" Harry was cut off as something cannoned into his chest, bowling him over.

Landing heavily on the floor, Harry hit out blindly and was rewarded by a loud cry of pain -- he'd obviously hit the blonde somewhere vital. Scrambling to his feet, he glanced around wildly. Unfortunately, Malfoy found Harry first, with a kick to his left thigh that pulled him to his knees. Striking out, his fist found the other boy's stomach. Draco let out a loud "oomph!" as he struggled to breathe, and stumbled forward to where he thought Harry was. Harry was ready for him, and leapt to his feet to deliver a smack to the side of Malfoy's face. Groaning, Draco stepped back to recover, and just as Harry thought he could stop and breathe for a minute, he felt a change in the air movement and the next thing he knew he was on the ground, his right eye stinging and Malfoy lying on top of him.

"Get off me, you fucking pureblood!" Harry cursed, trying to sit up.

Malfoy sneered at Harry's words. "Don't you ever diss my family again, Potter. Or next time you won't be getting up - pureblood."

Harry stopped struggling. After a few seconds of that heavy weight still on top of him, he closed his eyes. "Whatever, Malfoy. Just go away," he sighed. A minute or so passed, with Harry wondering why Malfoy wasn't moving. And he wondered why it starting to feel good, having the other boy sitting astride him like that . . . .he began to squirm. "I said, get-"

"What's the matter, Potter? Uncomfortable?" Harry could hear the grin as Draco leaned over him, putting his hands on Harry's chest with as much pressure as he could manage. "Don't like being this close to someone? I guess you're not as 'friendly' with that Mudblood Granger as we all thought."

Harry reached up, intending to smack the crap out of the other boy, but Malfoy obviously knew this was coming and grabbed hold of his wrists, effectively pinning the raven-haired boy to the floor. Malfoy tutted. "I don't think so, Potter. Now, you must agree that I have you at a disadvantage here?"

"Perhaps," Harry admitted. He was beginning to get scared, not just of Malfoy but of himself. This was wrong, so wrong! Why on earth was he actually enjoying Malfoy being entangled with him? The warmth from the other boy's body, the feeling of being - dare he think it - safe with Malfoy holding on, his face probably only inches away from his own?

Draco found himself in a very awkward position. Lying on top of the Boy Who Lived, and wishing they didn't have their cloaks on so he could look into Harry's bright green eyes. Wishing their cloaks were not the only things that would go. He scowled at himself. What was wrong with him? His legs seemed to be refusing to move, so he could get off Harry. Maybe it was because he was enjoying this so much, the power of holding Harry prisoner; of knowing Harry was at his mercy, and that right now, he could do anything to him.

Making a sudden decision, Draco let go of Harry's wrists and pulled his cloak off, flinging it to the side. He waited; hoping Harry would make the same move. Draco's heart leapt as Harry's face appeared, and his eyes hungrily moved down the other boy's body as it was slowly revealed, the cloak sliding off his slender body like liquid silk.

He touched Harry's face. A slight whimper escaped the other boy as Draco trailed his fingers down the smooth cheek, along his jaw line and under the chin, tilting Harry's face up to his own. Without thinking, Draco leaned down and pressed his lips to Harry's. The boy jerked slightly under him - in a very satisfying way - then surged up to trap Draco's mouth with his own.

"He smells like chocolate," Draco thought drowsily. "Milk-chocolate and honey."

Harry reached up to run his fingers through silver-blonde hair, then sliding them down to circle Draco's slim waist, trying to touch as much of him as possible. Draco relaxed into the other boy, the kiss slowing and becoming more passionate. His skin tingled in all the places Harry had touched.

Draco broke away, panting. The boy underneath him sighed contentedly, and hands held onto his hips.

"Draco...?" Harry breathed.

He looked down in wonder. "You called me by my first name," Draco said uncertainly. "Thank you."

"Idiot." Harry tightened his grip. "Of course I did, we just made out. Don't you think that deserves a first-name basis?"

Harry's lips met his and Draco responded immediately, parting his lips slightly to let in the other boy's tongue, which flicked around, exploring. He took the opportunity to find his way into Harry's mouth, and searched for that wonderful taste that was Harry - chocolate mostly, with a hint of honey and something herbish.

"Wait," Draco pushed Harry away. "What the hell are we doing?"

"I don't know," Harry said softly, "but I like it."

Something cracked inside Draco. 'I.... I like it too.'

Harry looked at him with those bright green eyes. "Good. Let's not talk about anything, then." He slid his hand around to touch Draco's cheek, caressing the smooth skin with his fingertips. "Shall we go somewhere a bit more, ah, intimate?"

Draco glanced around. "Yeah, I suppose the school hallway isn't really a good place for ... whatever the hell we're doing." He grabbed hold of the two cloaks lying next to them, then stood, pulling Harry up also well. Entwining his hand with the other boy's, he set off to the right - off for an empty classroom with plenty of space.

Seamus and Dean gaped at each other.

"What the fuck?" they both exclaimed at the same time.

Seamus poked his head around the corner and sighed gratefully, "Oh good, they're finally gone."

The two boys could see their own expression on the other's face - confusion, disbelief, and plenty of amusement.

"To hell with it, let's talk about them later on," Dean said with a laugh. He then wrapped his arms around Seamus, and bent his head to gently kiss the other boy.