Punk'd Love

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Harry enjoyed the rest of the train ride to school, answering the curious inquiries of Ron and Hermione. They had a lot of questions pertaining to just why he changed, why he had decided to flip his social image so drastically.

But, even though he was sad to say so, he didn't trust Ron or Hermione's reaction to the reason why. It just wasn't something they would take well to, especially with the way his 'reason' acted towards them for the last few years.

But, he had a fun time just chatting away. Hermione kept on blushing at the crude and silly remarks made, which seemed also to make Ron fume. Was there something going on with them, he wondered? He smirked slightly at the thought.

"So, Ron, heard you and Hermi hooked up!" he quipped, smiling innocently.

Ron started spluttering, looking indignant while his ears pinked. Hermione blushed to the roots of her hair and looked away, casting a sidelong glance at Ron's reaction. Harry cocked his head to the side and raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Ooh...buck up! 'S not like I asked if you two liked to have a shag while you were doing your prefect duties!"

At this, they blushed even more and simply ignored Harry. He smirked slyly, and narrowed his eyes ever so slightly.

"You ARE, aren't you? You could have told me, at least! I like to know when my friends are shagging!"

They looked at him, eyes wide. At that, Harry burst into uncontrolled laughter. He clasped his arms over his stomach and near doubled over with the jolts shaking his body. Ron and Hermione looked purely confused.

Finally, after about five straight minutes of nerve-wracking laughter and general confused nervousness, Ron reached a hand over to Harry and slapped him lightly on the back to stop the coughing fit that had overcome his laughter.

"Look, mate, we're not...shagging. We're not even going out. You've got something not quite right going on in your head." Ron ventured, an odd expression of concerned disdain on his face.

Harry looked at him through a gap in his fingers, a laughing smile playing across his strawberry-colored lips. His next words came out with a hint of amusement.

"But you want to!"

Ron blushed to the very tips of his ears, looking quickly away. Hermione lifted her eyebrows and watched the fiery redhead as he plaintively ignored her. It hit her like a ton of bricks when she figured WHY Ron turned away.

Her cheeks flared as she turned to the emerald-eyed boy wonder.

"Harry!"

Harry smiled jokingly and let out a loud laugh, hearing the bass tones in his voice resound off the walls of the small compartment. He stopped after a moment and looked out of the corner of his eyes at the figure in the doorway. He smiled openly in his adrenaline-high moment.

"Draco! Hi! Back, are you? To stay? Or are we gonna be pounded in by that Crabbe guy?" he finished his hurried banter with a comically exaggerated scared note in his voice, eyes shifting nervously.

Draco stared openly at Harry, mouth opened slightly. His eyes flicked over to Ron and Hermione.

"What did you give him?" he asked, silkiness just barely managing to keep the confusion out of his voice.

Ron looked huffy now, "Nothing, Malfoy. We could ask the same of you, though..."

"Ron! Remember be nice! Or, when Harry's sane, he'll try to shove that broomstick in bad places!"

"But he's MALFOY!"

"Indeed I am, Weasley. Such an astute observation. Wait...what? Why should he be nice? I was enjoying his amusing attempt to annoy me..." Draco finished, with a petulant look on his handsome features.

Hermione realized she let that slip and tried to cover it. "Er...because...Harry's not well. That's right...he's not well at all."

Harry watched them continue for some time, smile plastered on his boyishly cute features.

"Bloody hell, Malfoy! You're absolutely insane, aren't you?"

Harry watched as Draco's face melted into an automatic smirk.

"Indeed I am. But, I'm not complaining..."

"Are you ever going to sit? Or are you going to stand there like a pouf and bicker with my friends? You're making me nervous!"

"A po--whoa!"

With a sharp tug on Draco's finely tailored shirt, Harry pulled the other boy into the seat beside him. He looked at the smaller blonde boy and smiled wickedly, a coy light behind his green eyes.

"'Allo Draco. Nice to see you again, and so soon!"

Draco raised a tailored eyebrow at Harry's drunken state. He kind of liked the way that Harry was still playing with the hem of his shirt. Probably not noticing it either. Wait... Potter had no glasses. How had he missed that? And his eyes seemed...greener. But, an artificial green - not the emerald color that he had dreamed of all those nights.

Harry turned away slowly; the feeling of staring Draco full in the face, full into those superb baby gray eyes, was more of a stimulant for his adrenaline high than the other boy could possibly know. But, in the same way, he loved just staring at those eyes. Those aristocratic eyes that looked so perfect!

He turned back suddenly on a whim, neck cracking loudly at the gesture. He smiled widely at Draco, who had somehow developed a nervous twitch in his left eye. Harry furrowed his brow.

"Stop twitching. It's not like I'm going to jump you! However appealing the option may be -- just calm down, will you?"

Hermione seemed to be the only one who caught the off-the-cuff remark halfway through Harry's delusional rant.

"Harry?" she drew the word out, questioning tone evident.

He turned from investigating Draco's face to look at Hermione. "What?" he asked exasperatedly.

Worried tone this time; "Are you ok?"

Harry shook his head happily, a silver chain whipping out of his shirt. The round object hanging off hit Draco neatly in the chest, slightly bouncing off the firm flesh. Draco looked at it, waiting a moment before picking it off and throwing a sideways glance at the slightly hysterical boy next to him.

Harry looked positively mortified. Draco raised an eyebrow and looked at the locket once more. He made as if to open it, placing his nails in the slight crack around the edge of the silver trinket. Harry's eyes widened. He smirked back and pressed with his fingers, hearing a light gasp issue from Harry when a metal click sounded from the locket.

Draco ceased noticing what Harry was doing - or, for that matter, anything else - when he opened the locket. Three pictures stared back at him from the inside, revealing a hidden third portion for two extra pictures instead of the normal two.

Two of the pictures, he realized, must have been of his parents. One, a man slightly older than Harry himself, looked just like Harry, except with piercing dark blue eyes and a more angular face. The woman in the picture next to him looked, simply, beautiful. It was a sure thing she was Harry's mother, with her forest green eyes and childishly cute face.

It was the last picture that caught him off guard. It was...

His thoughts were abruptly cut off as he was thrown off his seat by a weight very close to his own. He landed with a thump on the floor, the weight that had thrown him off the seat situated neatly on top of him, pinning him to the rough carpet. He winced sharply as a belt buckle dug painfully into the soft flesh of his lower stomach.

When Draco finally opened his eyes, he was staring straight into emerald green eyes. The eyes shone with some light; a light that was unexplainable, undefined, unnerving. They flicked away for a moment, watching his own hand as it tucked the locket back into his shirt. He spoke then, lips barely moving.

"Ron. Hermione. Can you give us a moment?"

They nodded almost dumbly, eyes plastered to the dark boy pinning the slightly smaller light boy to the bottom of the compartment.

Harry smiled up at them as the slid past him and out the door.

"We'll go and get some...snacks. Ok?" Hermione said tentatively.

"Sure. That'd be great."

She smiled back as she dragged Ron out the door, hoping fervently in her mind that they wouldn't hurt each other. Though, with his previous comment, Hermione wasn't sure if Harry really would hurt Draco. Or, had he ever really hated him?

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Draco's heart skipped a beat when Hermione's pale hand closed the door. Harry stared down at him with a vague expression before clambering off, moving to stare out the window from his seat. Harry's eyes narrowed, drawing his dark brows together. Draco stared at him a moment before sitting up on the floor, propping himself up on his arms.

"Harry?" his voice held more than just condescending indifference - more of a concern than anything condescending, which he cursed at.

Harry looked at him, as if just then realizing that the other boy was there. His eyes gave off that anxious visage that just screamed 'I know something you don't know'.

"Harry?" Draco tried again.

The other shook his head, clearing his mind of whatever thoughts were floating through it.

"What?" he asked, voice small and sounding suspiciously strained.

"What's that third picture in there for?"

Harry looked away again, eyes glazing over with an almost film-like mist. He really didn't want Draco, of all people, to see that particular picture, or to know where he got it. And, most important of all, how.

He'd thought that the Creevey boys would willingly do their favorite picture subject a favor. You know, as a kind of...payback, for allowing them to photograph him? Ok, so he hadn't 'allowed' them anything. He rather ignored them, really.

But anyway, the reason he didn't want Draco to know 'how' he had gotten the picture was rather simple. They had made him do far more than the picture was probably worth. Except to Harry. To Harry, this picture - this tiny picture - was worth the world. So, he'd done what was asked of him. And, he'd hated every moment of the boys' moaning and groaning. Those sounds...those were the sounds he only wanted to hear Draco make.

Harry looked up at the feel of a warm hand on his chin. He looked straight into the icy blue/gray eyes of his supposed arch-nemesis. They were impenetrable. And, the expression on his face was unreadable, confusing him to no end.

"Harry, answer me."

Draco made the demand soft, for once today seeming to know how to do something around the mysteriously changed boy. The eyes were getting to him; each time they looked into his, he felt like the world that he had woven so tightly around himself was becoming undone. Like, the walls he had built so well over the sixteen years of his life might come crashing down in an instant.

Maybe it was time for the walls to come down. He would never be ready for the safety to leave him...but who could be ready for that, for coming into the light after so much darkness? The worst that could happen was that he'd get rejected...again.

Harry watched as various emotions flicked across Draco's face in a never-ending stream, the face that was mere inches from his own. A shuddering breath ran through Harry's body as his eyes consciously moved to watch Draco's lips. He bit his own when a sliver of pink tongue appeared through the gap in the other's lips, wetting the pink-tinged lips with a thin coat of saliva.

"I've developed an insane crush on your father, Draco. I plan to get into his robes next time I see him. I want his wand!" Harry finished with an inane smirk on his face. Quite obviously, the adrenaline high was not gone.

Draco cocked an eyebrow, "Please, PLEASE, tell me you're joking."

Harry's delicious-looking lips twisted into an awfully Malfoy-looking smirk.

"I don't know...he looks dreadfully sexy." Draco squeaked in a freaked-out sort of way. "But, you know, I heard his son is also frighteningly beautiful. Some even question his sex."

Draco smirked. "I know. But I can assure you, all man downstairs."

Draco stopped, rewinding what Harry had said in his head. Beautiful? He wouldn't be too surprised if it was that homo-boy Blaise hitting on him...but the Wonder Boy himself? Too many strange and wonderful things all happening in the same day...whoa.

"Wait. Wait...beautiful?"

Draco pondered at the reason why his mouth was just now keeping up with his thoughts; almost missing Harry's sort-of indignant response to his rather dense question.

"...Because you are."

He cocked an eyebrow and looked to Harry, whose eyes were averted, again, looking out the window at the blackening countryside. He seemed to be playing with the stud in his chin, right below his lip. It was moving back and forth almost like a...BAD THOUGHTS! Bad BAD thoughts. Bad Draco.

"So...you think I'm...beautiful? Like, in the girly way? With the pink and the ruffles and the little dolls that wet their diapers?"

Draco was pleased inwardly when the corners of Harry's mouth tipped up. Those green eyes shifted to look at him, staring at him calculatingly.

"No, Draco. Not in the girly way. In a very different light completely. One filled to the brim with tight leather trousers and pimp chains."

"Pimp what?"

"Nevermind..."

Draco smiled outwardly this time, just as Harry broke into a laugh and collapsed forward into his arms. He was not unsurprised at the sudden weight, but took it in his stride, moving over to sit next to the mad child. He just sat there smiling dazedly when he realized that Harry wasn't laughing any more.

When he looked down, he was staring straight into Harry's eyes...for the fortieth time that day. However irrelevant that piece of information was, it was still something to say when each time you looked, it was a completely new and different emotion. He seemed to create them. Damn Potter and his emotion-making self. How dare he confuse the great and powerful Draco Malfoy!

Because, you know, Draco was not one to be confused. It was not in his genetic breeding.

And yet, here he sat. Confused. With a slightly high Harry Potter in his arms. This was not planned. Not at all. Neither was it planned when he felt soft, warm, flesh press against his own lips in a chaste-but-not-platonic kiss.

Draco made a totally off-the-current-subject-of-Harry-kissing-him statement in his head when he decided he needed to plan more. Especially, when he started to respond to Harry's innocent and undeveloped skills. This is not to say that Harry was not a talented kisser. Apparently he was.

His mind rambling dithered off when he felt a tongue quickly slip out and brush against his lips, coating them with a warm wetness. Those lips pulled away slightly before attacking him more forcefully, pressing the warm skin together with an almost bruising force.

And then the compartment door clicked open. Draco's eyes flicked open for a moment before shutting again, letting Harry give him one more tantalizing kiss before pulling back with a devilish smirk. Harry licked his now cherry-red lips, tasting the incredible sweetness that was Draco.

'New! Draco! Now with a more unforgettable sugary flavor!'

Harry laughed lightly, and then shrugged slightly at the three curious stares. Ron and Hermione came in, Ron dutifully dumping the snacks and treats in an extra seat before plopping down.

Draco and Harry watched with muted interest at the exchange of two Galleons from Hermione to Ron. Ron smirked and shoved them in his pocket. Hermione just looked over at the two flushed boys.

"I hope you know that you just cost me two Galleons."

Draco smirked, "I noticed. But, why is the question in my mind."

Harry smiled and leaned over, looking, for all the world knew, like he was going to kiss him again. Draco's eyes flicked to the other two observers and back before he realized that Harry was simply going to whisper in his ear.

And whisper he did. Who knew that the warm breath of someone so close could be so... intimate. It stirred things deep within Draco that made him just want to...ooh...slam Harry up against a wall and take him there. But, now, that wasn't possible.

"I think you should know why she lost the money...you're a bright boy Draco. Figure it out."

So he refrained.

Hermione cast a scathing look at Ron, and then turned to face Draco and Harry.

"Honestly, the things I go through with you three. Okay, the bet was--"

"Bet!" Draco's cry of indignation was probably heard along the whole length of the train.

Hermione raised a righteous eyebrow and stared at Draco.

"Fine, if you don't want to hear it..." she trailed off, knowing that the curious Slytherin would take the bait.

Indeed, he looked positively appalled at the thought of not knowing.

"No! Tell me."

"Okay, then. But no interruptions!" Draco sniffed loudly, but Hermione ignored him. "The bet was; by the time we got back, one of you, or both, would look thoroughly snogged. Ron took the side that you both would. I thought that you two would behave. But, you apparently had a little fun..."

Harry blushed and looked out the window at the black landscape. Draco, however, made a much more interesting noise, something very unsophisticated and snort-like.

This earned a group stare, as if everybody was quite sure he was insane.

"What? It's not like any of you have ever done something like that!"

Harry placed a warm hand suspiciously close to Draco's upper thigh.

"I can't say I haven't...but, I've never heard a noise so...unique...come out of such an aristocratic person." Harry finished haltingly.

"Aristocratic?"

Ron butted in, "Yeah! The way you barge in a room like you own it. Though, your family owns most of the wizarding world already...and how you find yourself to be better than everyone else. You're so - so high and mighty and blech!"

Draco raised his eyebrows, drawing them up to hide in his delicate fringe. He barely caught the worried look that passed over Harry's features, and the hand on his thigh that tightened ever so slightly. So, the boy thought he would be mad. Ha ha! He smiled a sickeningly sweet smile and turned to face Ron.

"Yes, but aren't I delicious?"

Ron looked vaguely disgusted, and then stared openly and pointedly at Harry's stray hand.

"I would not know. Why don't you ask Harry?"

"Okay!" he said, shocking the redhead into silence. He turned slightly to the side, facing Harry, and put a hand over the warm one on his leg. "Harry? Am I delicious?"

"I don't know, Draco, do you want me to check?" he added the last in a tone that just screamed 'boink me'.

"Sure. Whatever it takes!"

Hermione, for the most part, had stayed out of their drunken antics. But, when the topic of giving Ron and herself a private peep show...she had to stop it.

"Stop it! Really, you two...It's only been two hours on this train and you're already almost shagging on the floor!! Plus, we have to get changed into our robes."

"Damn," came the automatic response from the boys.

"Now, I'm going to leave this compartment to change, and when I get back, I expect to see three fully clothed, not-ravished, boys. Understand?"

They nodded mutely as Hermione whisked out of the room. Draco never knew anyone else besides his father that could whisk. It's a very nice move.

Draco was so lost in his thoughts that when Harry stood and started unbuttoning his shirt, he just noticed the vague absence of his hand. When he realized though, he became slightly nervous. He'd never seen any other boys even halfway naked. All due to his separate dorms, the ones his father had requested.

Harry tugged the maroon shirt over his head, having discarded the black one that he had worn over it. Underneath was just a black tank top style shirt, rather form-fitting too.

Draco looked up in barely-contained alarm, "Potter! What are you doing?"

Harry looked down at him with a quirked eyebrow.

"What does it look like I'm doing?"

Draco's eyes were very near to popping out of his face, now.

"Er.. Damnez vous et votre sexiness..." (Damn you and your sexiness.)

Harry looked at him with an unreadable expression, pulling his robes over his head and down his body.

"Ainsi, vous detestez mon sexiness? Pourquoi?" (So, you hate my sexiness? Why?)

Draco looked mildly surprised and his face tinged a delicate rose color with composed embarrassment.

"You speak French?"

"Tout a fait evidemment ainsi." (Quite obviously so.)

"No need to get snotty...Vous grande baguette." (You great baguette.)

"Vous etes simplement fou parce que vous aves un petit penis."

"I do not have a small penis!"

"Ha ha ha. Vous souhaitez que vous ayez ete aussi grand que moi."

"I bet I am bigger than you!"

"Voulez voir?"

"Harry!" Ron called out, apparently shocked at what Harry had said.

He smiled innocently and straightened his robes, plopping down unceremoniously at Draco's side. He looked at the other boy and suddenly poked him.

"Malfoy? Aren't you going to get changed?"

Draco nodded slowly, then leaned down, pulling his Slytherin robes out of his bag. He then stood, smirking slightly at Harry's unwavering gaze, however unnerving it may have been. He pulled off the loose black jumper slowly, revealing a white undershirt.

The shirt had ridden up slightly, causing Harry to leap to his feet in distress. Draco backed up slightly, pressing his back firmly into the wall of the compartment.

Harry's eyes glinted with something malicious as he leaned close to Draco's ear.

"Nice try, Draco," he whispered, the unnoticed grip on Draco's shirt tightening to give him the momentum to flip Draco around, face pressed against cool metal.

Draco shivered as Harry's hands pulled his shirt up, and he winced when he heard the joined gasp of Ron.

Harry's voice came softly, whispered in concern.

"My god, Draco..."