Invisible

Chapter One of Invisible:
One Bloody Kiss

Black waves of fabric flowed down around Draco as he walked along the dark dungeon hallway. Lucky for him he knew Snape was not patrolling the hallways tonight. He had been lucky enough to overhear a conversation with Dumbledore about a meeting. This gave him ample opportunity to sneak into the potions classroom.

Sliding his wand out of his pocket, Draco whispered, “Alohomora.” The door clicked open. Feeling smug, he strutted in, and closed the door firmly behind him. “Lumos,” he said as he came to the supply closet, surprisingly it was unlocked.

Draco reached into his pocket and removed a small piece of parchment paper. He then looked around him, and began reaching for a menagerie of jars. He took a little of each ingredient, putting them into small jars that were enchanted to shrink when he tapped the lid, so that he could carry a large amount of jars without notice to anyone else he might run into.

It had gone perfect so far. He had to admit, he was the master of schemes! Now all he had to do was get out without being seen.

The door creaked. DracoÂ’s light darkened instantly. Professor Snape walked in with Dumbledore behind him. Swearing to himself, Draco reached into his pocket. He had sworn he wasnÂ’t going to use this unless absolutely necessary, butÂ…

“I have just the thing in my closet,” Snape said and walked in. An empty jar sat on the table inside. ‘Curious’ he thought to himself, but paid no great heed to it, instead he reached up to the top shelf, and pulled down a glass vile. He walked back out and handed it to Dumbledore.

“Thank you Severus.”

“Anytime.”

Draco had his back against the wall when Professor Dumbledore walked out of SnapeÂ’s classroom. His heart was beating rapidly. He idly grasped his pouch. It was getting lighter quicker than he had wanted. It was worth not being caught though. Yet, what had Snape given Dumbledore?

With another hour before he became visible again, Draco followed.

*

Meanwhile, Harry was not in bed. His father’s invisibility cloak was perfect for romantic late night rendezvous… Unfortunately, he had never used the cloak for any such meeting. Harry sighed in disappointment as he walked back from the owlerly. He had just mailed a letter to Sirius. He had been writing it, but finished early, and thought, ‘Might as well send it out tonight.’

But it was getting late, and he needed to get some sleep. Although he didnÂ’t have classes tomorrow, he had Quidditch practice early. A game was coming up against the Slytherins, and it wasnÂ’t going to be easy. They never played fair, especially Malfoy.

Dumbledore appeared ahead. For an instant, Harry panicked, before remembering he still had his cloak on. As the professor walked past, he stood very still, not wanting to give himself away. It looked like he too had something to send off.

Not wanting to spy, Harry turned to walk back to the castle when he walked into something, or rather, someone.

“Ouch!” came two voices. Each cut of into silence when they realized there was someone else there.

Harry rubbed his head and looked around, seeing nothing. How likely was it that he wasnÂ’t the only one with an invisibility cloak?

“Someone there?” Harry said, lowering his voice in hopes to disguise it.

“Watch where you’re going next time,” came a voice. It sounded familiar, but Harry couldn’t place a face with the voice.

“It would help if you weren’t invisible. And I thought I was the only one with an invisibility cloak.”

“Cloak? How many times can you use it? Draco asked the darkness.

“As many times as I want…”

“How’d you get it?”

“If you aren’t using a cloak, how are you invisible?” Harry asked.

“I’ll show you how, if you tell me where you got your cloak,” Draco said. He recognized that voice, but there were lots of kids at school. It could be anyone. If only he could figure out who it was.

“Alright. Although I don’t think you’ll find one like this.”

“Hold out you hand,” Draco ordered and reached into his pouch. He grabbed a handful of sand and put his other hand out searching for the other boy’s hand. Harry felt the other boy hold his hand. A weird sensation flowed from the other boy’s touch; unfortunately it only lasted for a moment.

“I’m going to put something in you hand. Toss it over you, and once you take off the cloak, you should still be invisible,” Draco instructed as he poured a small handful into their hand.

“Thanks,” Harry said and drew his hand completely under the cloak. He opened his hand, to what looked like a mound of sparkles.

“Well?” asked the other boy impatiently. Harry tossed it over himself, and raised his hand, as it seemly melted away.

“Wow,” he said and took off his cloak.

Draco saw the cloak appear now that it was not being worn.

“How long does it last?” Harry asked.

“Usually just an hour. But once, when I was hiding, I guess I willed it to last longer,” Draco said remembering the night of a particularly bad beating.

“Wow. Where’d you get it?”

“I have my sources. Can I give your cloak a try?”

“I don’t think so. You’re already invisible, besides how do I know you won’t take off with it?”

Draco sighed, “I let you try mine. I don’t have much left, and I didn’t have to.”

“Alright, on one condition. I’m going to be under it with you.”

“Can we do that?”

“Yeah me and…” Harry stopped. He didn’t know who he was talking to, and he wasn’t about to give away secrets.

“A friend and I have done it before.”

“Alright,” Draco said and walked toward the voice.

Harry took the other boyÂ’s hand, and threw the cloak over them.

“You’re going to have to get closer if you want this to cover both of us,” he said.

Draco felt the other boy put his arm around his waist and pull him closer. His stomach flipped, “Ever been under this with another guy?”

“Yea,” Harry said as they started walking back up to the castle.

“It would be perfect for snogging. No one would ever see,” Draco said. He hadn’t meant to, it had just come out.

Harry took a deep breath, “Making out… with another guy?”

“I didn’t mean it like that... I meant…”

“Gay?” Harry asked.

“Um...Well.”

“I am, but I didn’t realize it until this year. I haven’t told anyone. But considering I don’t know who you are, and you don’t know me, it wouldn’t make much difference,” he said as they reached the door.

Draco paused, who was he with? His invisibility would be wearing off soon, and he didnÂ’t really want to be exposed to this other guy.

“Are you gay?” Harry asked.

“Maybe…” Draco said with a deep breath. The other boy’s arm was still around his waist.

“Can… I kiss you?”

Draco didnÂ’t answer the other boy, but put his arm around his neck and brought their lips together. His head was spinning, and his heart was pounding. The other boy tasted sweet, and his lips were soft and warm against his. Draco ran his hand through the other boyÂ’s hair. He felt whole, like this fit.

Draco pulled back, “I have to get back to my dorm before I turn visible.”

“Who are you?” Harry asked.

“I… I just can’t tell you…”

“At least tell me what house you belong too!” he said desperately.

Draco reached and kissed the other boy again, “Do you know where that really big troll statue is on the second floor?”

“Yea…”

“Meet me there tomorrow night at midnight. There’s a hidden room I know of.”

“I’ll be there,” Harry whispered, and the boy pulled away, and the cloak fell around only one boy, as the other raced to his dorm.

*

Hot, stuffy light poured onto HarryÂ’s face.

“Quidditch.”

“No way,” Harry answered and launched a pillow at the voice.

“Its not my fault you were out all night.”

“Go away.”

Ron pulled the covers away, and Harry rolled over. “Get up or I’m asking Malfoy to be our new seeker.”

Groaning, Harry snatched his covers back, “Ten more minutes.” Ron pushed Harry off the bed, and he handed on his side with a heavy thud. He was extremely glad Ron had been chosen for their new captain and goalkeeper, why did he have to take the job so seriously?

“I’m up!” he snarled.

“On the field in five minutes, Potter!”

*

Being woken only after a mere two-hour sleep was not on his list of things to do. Yet Draco was up at dawn with the rest of the team, practicing for their big match against Gryffindor, and against Harry Potter, the golden boy.

Yet he really didnÂ’t care. He was more concerned about other things, like the boy he ran into last night. No one else had come into their common room after him, so it was no one in his houseÂ… that left Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw. Who could it be?

They were sending DracoÂ’s world spinning. So many things suddenly came clear with one kiss. One bloody kissÂ…

*

“Get off the field!” Ron yelled into the air. A few Slytherins actually spit as they passed by. He looked over at Harry.

“What are we going to do?” That was his cue. Harry mounted his broomstick and launched into the air.

Malfoy, the Slytherin team captain, few over towards him, a smug grin on his face, “I suppose you want on the field?”

“What made you think that?” Harry said sarcastically. Any other day, Draco would really piss him off, but not today. He’d finally told someone about his being gay, it was an enormous relief… So much pressure was off his chest… He’d kissed another guy…

“What will you do for me if I get my team to leave?” Draco asked, smiling suggestively.

“Malfoy, don’t be a prat, its our turn.”

“Why don’t we make a bet on our game?”

Harry sighed, “Do you want to be in debt to me? You have yet to beat us. Or don’t you remember that?”

“At least I stay on my broom Potter,” hissed Draco. He wasn’t even going to let Harry get him down. He was too happy out the mystery boy…

Draco smiled and his broom sank down to the ground. The rest of the team followed in suit, and walk off together, heading to the changing rooms.

Potter was no one. He meant nothingÂ…

On the other hand, the boy he met last night was somethingÂ… Draco was determined to find out who the boy was. If only he could do that without revealing his own identity. There had to be a way.

*