Boys on the Radio

Chapter Seven

Do what you want

Cause I'll do anything

I'll take the blame

Awaking the next day, Harry was not feeling at all wonderful. In fact, he felt quite sicker than he had felt in some time. He had had much too much to drink, really, and Draco had as well. Harry wondered how Draco had managed to get them safely back to the castle. He had been so brave.

Harry couldn't completely remember what had happened; there were mostly blurred images in his head. But he remembered throwing up, and Draco, somehow carrying him. He didn't remember the trip back to the castle. But he did remember that Draco had been drinking a lot too. Of course, Draco was a much more experienced drinker.

Harry stayed in bed the following day. Ron and Hermione kept coming up but he insisted that he was sleep deprived and wanted to stay in bed the entire day. He only awoke around dusk to eat something as he had suddenly felt a rush of hunger through his body. He was feeling a bit better by then, though he still had an aching skull.

At dinner, he nearly waved at Draco but stopped himself just in time. He had been spending so much time with Draco he forgot they were supposed to hate each other publicly. He was glad to see though, that Draco had made it back to his dormitory without getting caught. The invisibility cloak certainly had its uses.

"Feeling better, Harry?" asked a worried Hermione next to him.

"We've been worried," Ron said.

"I was just really tired," Harry said, trying to sound as if he cared they had been worried. And then he silently cursed himself for not caring they had been worried. "I'm good now."

"Good, Harry. We need to finish that essay for Snape," Ron said. "We're going to the library. Are you feeling well enough to come along?"

"Sure," Harry said. This was mostly true. After eating some food, he did begin to feel a bit more restored than before. His headache didn't feel nearly as murderous as before and he felt a bit stronger now that he had eaten. "That essay is due Monday anyway."

So the three of them left together, as in old times, to the library to write their essays. At first, everything went absolutely smoothly. They did their research rather quickly, as they already had Hermione's extensive knowledge. Harry jotted down some notes with Ron and they began. They were half way through when a disturbance came to them.

"I think we'll be taking that book, Potter," said a too familiar voice above him. It was Blaze Zabini with Goyle.

"Really? We were under the impression we were using them," Hermione said, with a smirk.

"I don't speak to filth, mudblood," Blaze scowled at her very cruelly.

Ron and Harry both got to their feet, facing Blaze and Goyle.

"Harry, no, they're filth, it isn't worth it," said a panicked Hermione.

But it wasn't right. Harry was quite nervous, yes. But it was unfair. They had been trying to work on their essay and the Slytherins had insisted on harassing them for no real reason. Surely there were many more books on the subject, but of course to them, that was beside the point.

"Are you going to fight me, Weasley?" grunted Goyle. He laughed rather loudly.

"I'll hex you, and mind you, we know some good ones now," Ron said with much more bravery than Harry was sure he felt.

Hermione looked quite worried. "Ron, stop please ..."

Madam Pince walked over to them. "Of course it was you making all this noise and causing a commotion around my books," she said, glaring at them quite darkly. "Get out!"

They were forced to leave.

"We can finish in the common room anyway," Hermione said, before Ron could begin cursing the vulture-like Madam Pince.

Harry wasn't completely angry. He wasn't looking forward to more Slytherin confrontations that would put Harry and Draco in more difficult circumstances. It was easier to avoid them in the common room. It wasn't that bad, really. The common room was certainly more comfortable.

"And she's not even that pretty if you really look at her," Harry caught Ron in mid sentence. He was making fun of Blaze, of course. "Well, I suppose for a Slytherin, she looks wonderful."

Even Hermione laughed at this.

"Pansy is worse, though," Hermione added. "It isn't usually Blaze who causes the problems. It is usually Malfoy and Pansy."

"Yeah, it is. Have you noticed Malfoy hasn't even spoken to us lately, and he's barely been making fun of Harry?" Ron said.

Harry shivered a bit at this. Surely they wouldn't discover the truth, but still, the fact that they noticed anything odd was weird.

"Maybe he has more pressing matters on his mind," Hermione said, rather darkly.

"What do you reckon?" Harry asked her, eyeing her in a rather annoyed way. Why did they care so damn much?

"Hermione and I think he might be following in his father's footsteps, you know, as a Death Eater," Ron said, in a low and dark tone.

Harry laughed openly at this but not in a pleasant way. They didn't know the half of it. They made too many assumptions about Draco's character, really. They had no idea what he had gone through that summer.

"No," Harry said, quite firmly.

"How can you be so sure? His family is rotten to the core, Harry," Ron said.

"I know ... But well ..." What could Harry really say? The truth was certainly not anything he could tell them. But he didn't want them concerned Draco would become a Death Eater. "We all know Malfoy is bloody soft and spoiled."

"That's true," Hermione said thoughtfully, ignoring Harry's language.

"Anyway, let's finish the essay," Harry said, changing the subject swiftly.

***************

Draco had been relieved to see Harry at dinner that night. He was scared that the other boy had become very sick as he had not been anywhere in the castle all day. He had been followed around all day by Pansy and Blaze, along with Crabbe and Goyle, which had not really been fun.

And upon seeing Harry and his friends go to the library, Blaze and Goyle had taken the opportunity to harass them. Draco had said he was much too busy to bother teasing "Potter and his blood traitors and mudbloods". Of course, for the others, they went and did it anyway. Then Pansy had insisted on staying with him, and so did Crabbe for whatever reason.

After dinner, Draco headed to the Slytherin dungeons, having nothing better to do. It didn't seem like Harry would be up for much tonight, apparently swamped with homework and being followed around like a shadow, similar to his own situation.

"Draco, fancy a walk around the lake?" Pansy asked him, noticing his boredom.

"Not particularly," Draco answered, rather bluntly.

"Well, I do," Pansy said.

Draco considered. He had already finished a couple of his essays, and the rest were not due until later in the week. He truly had nothing better to do. And he didn't like being bored, because he thought of things like his father and the summer ...

"All right then," Draco said.

With any luck Pansy would fall in the lake.

*************

Harry, Ron, and Hermione had finally finished. Harry wasn't very tired, as he had slept very late. He didn't know why, but he fancied a walk. It would be nice to get some fresh air, and be sober at the same time, as an added bonus. He hadn't been in contact with Draco that day and he'd gotten used to staying up quite late anyway.

"Fancy a walk?" Harry asked them.

"Hmm ... There is still some time. Why not, I suppose," Hermione said, though she sounded mildly surprised.

"I'm a bit tired, mate. You go on," Ron said, yawning.

Within five minutes, Ron went up to the boy's dormitory. Hermione and Harry got their coats and headed out for the castle grounds. It felt strange, really; he hadn't talked to Hermione properly in what felt like an eternity. It was probably good for him, really. He only now realized he had truly missed Ron and Hermione more than he thought.

They ventured out to the lake. They began circling for a bit before two figures came quite near them, giving Hermione quite a fright, as she gasped terribly. To Harry's horror, it was none other than Pansy Parkinson with Draco.

Pansy was smiling evilly at them. Draco was attempting the same, and he probably was doing it well, but of course, to Harry, Draco was cellophane. He could see right through the blond. Draco was as nervous as he was.

"Well, well, it seems Granger has settled her love triangle, finally," Pansy said, mocking them by bringing up the articles Rita Skeeter had written in their fourth year.

"Shut up, Pansy," Harry hissed at her.

"Ashamed of your own girlfriend, are you? Not that I can blame you, she is a filthy mudblood. How does that make you feel, Granger?" It was Draco who said this, with such skill it was rather scary. It even hurt a bit knowing Draco was acting.

"Fuck off, Malfoy," Hermione said to him. "We weren't bothering you."

"Don't speak to him like that, mudblood!" Pansy raged rather stupidly.

"What are you going to do about it?" Harry said to her. "Send one of your Death Eater friends on me?"

Harry and Hermione laughed even though it wasn't particularly funny.

"I'd watch out if I were you, Potter," Draco said. "Dumbledore isn't always around to save you."

Draco managed to make this look like the appropriate time to stalk off and did so, dragging Pansy with him.

Well, this is definitely not how I wanted to see Draco today, Harry thought miserably. And to top it off, Hermione was probably now certain Draco was up to something.

********

The next day Draco was forced to go along with Pansy's rather radical story about how they had pushed Harry into the lake and only was saved by Granger. It was really rather funny to a degree, even though it was far from the truth. But Harry and he had agreed ... do not disturb the universe, leave things be. And he would do that.

But Draco sent a note to Harry telling him to meet him in the morning before he forgot, and at breakfast, Harry made a quick signal to Draco to let him know he had gotten it. Draco smiled to himself. With any luck, today would be better. Since it was Sunday, Draco told him to meet him right after dinner.

When the appropriate time came, Draco went to the astronomy tower, as usual, this time bringing the invisibility cloak himself and waited for a rushed-looking Harry to come. And of course he did, as he always did.

"Hey, Draco," Harry said. "Are your 'friends' coming after me now?"

Draco smiled at him.

"Shut up, Potter," Draco said. "Fucking kiss me, half blood."

They both laughed, but as their lips locked the laughter faded as their passion heightened. They continued on ... Draco felt all over Harry's body ... his breathing deepened significantly ... he could feel his own heartbeat ... he could almost hear Harry's. They became more aggressive with each other ...

"No .... Let's go somewhere safer, Draco, we shouldn't get caught," Harry said, pulling Draco off him. "The passage to Hogsmeade should be fine ... just like before."

Draco nodded.

"Get under the cloak, then," Draco said, apparently not wanting to waste any time.

As soon as they entered the secret passage, Harry almost tore Draco's trousers off. They had been walking right next to each other under the invisibility cloak, both of them so aroused; it had been difficult to take. Harry wanted nothing more but Draco at that moment.

"Oh, Harry," Draco whispered, as Harry began stroking something. Harry did it in an ever slow motion at first, then speeding up the process slowly, giving Draco intense pleasure. And then, he put what he was stroking inside where he'd eat. "Ahh."

Harry continued pleasuring Draco ... it caused him nearly as much pleasure to watch Draco in total ecstasy. But right when he felt Draco was going to peak, Draco pulled out of his mouth. Had Harry done something wrong?

"Not yet," Draco said quietly.

Draco turned Harry over and pulled down Harry's own trousers and threw them against the wall.

"Get on your hands and knees, Harry," Draco said, so gently he knew Draco wasn't going to hurt him, so he quickly did it.

He waited a moment and closed his eyes, as a rush of pleasure filled him as he felt Draco's tongue somewhere on his back side of his body. He truly must not still be alive ... the pleasure was so wonderful and so unexpected. He and Draco had not gone past blowjobs until now.

"Draco ..." He meant to say something about how good it felt, but he could barely manage a sentence. He just kept repeating Draco's name .

****fades to black******

"Liking it? Just stay relaxed," Draco said.

Indeed, Harry stayed relaxed.

Draco and Harry left the secret passage after an hour of pleasuring each other. They had not fully fucked yet, but Draco knew they would soon. Harry had offered him the same pleasure Draco had newly initiated, and Draco had loved it. But their friends would start to wonder where they were and become scared and suspicious, so they didn't continue. Draco took Harry to Gryffindor Tower.

"Keep the cloak, Draco," Harry said quietly, looking at Draco deeply. "Just hold on to it. You need it more than I do at the moment."

Draco nodded at Harry. He appreciated it so much. He cared so much for Harry ... the specific feeling was hard to identify. But he knew he had never cared quite like this for someone ever before. He looked at Harry and kissed him one last time for the night.

"Bye, Harry," Draco said, and making sure no one was looking, unleashed Harry from the cloak.

As Draco left, he hoped to hurriedly return to the Slytherin dungeons unnoticed. But something quite terrible happened at the wrong place at the wrong time. He was passing Professor McGonagall's office when he tripped on his trainer's shoelaces. He went down, banging his knee terribly. Unfortunately at the time, Professor McGonagall was just leaving her office.

And Draco's head was outside the cloak.

"Mr. Malfoy! Is that ... how dare you - tell me it isn't so, Mr. Malfoy!" She looked absolutely livid as though she was going to explode with anger.

Draco remained silent.

"Is that Mr. Potter's Invisibility Cloak?" Professor McGonagall mouthed so quietly, yet with so much anger it was truly amazing.

Draco had no choice. He would not reveal any of the truth to McGonagall. For one of his Slytherin pals, it would not be worth it. But for Harry, he knew it was. Telling McGonagall, knowing the side she was on, and knowing the side she surely believed Draco was on, he had no choice but to lie.

"Yes, Professor. I stole it."

***************

Harry wondered why he had been called so late into Professor McGonagall's office. He had done nothing wrong; he couldn't imagine what it could be. But when he found out, a surge of anger and sadness spread through him.

"Potter, why did you leave your most prized possession on the Quidditch pitch?" Professor McGonagall seemed just as angry with Harry as with Draco.

"I ... was being careless. I'm so sorry. I'm so glad you found him. Thank you, Professor," Harry said, not really that convincingly, not that he really needed to be. But he felt it would have helped if he appeared a bit angrier.

"Very well. Do not let this happen again, Potter, I mean it," McGonagall said. "And rest assured Mr. Malfoy is being well punished."

Harry looked over at Draco who was sitting in the chair in front of McGonagall's desk and as she turned away, Harry gave him a look that was well, there was no other word for it ... loving.