Invisible

Chapter Two of Invisible:

Nothing but a Name

Harry was curled against the wall. His arms were wrapped tightly around his legs. His eyes were locked on the door. He bit his lip. This was a mistake. Perusing something with someone who existed only as a shadow was silly. It wasn’t real. Yet then again, it could become real… They might not be real now, but things could change. Maybe this was for the better; he could get to know this boy without rejection. If things didn’t work out, they didn’t. He wouldn’t have to avoid them in fear of confrontation… He could get to know the other boy and they could get to know him without the scar or “Boy Who Lived” name attached.

Yet, the other boy wasn’t there. It was past midnight. Harry had been telling himself ‘Just one more minute’. The other boy would show… He knew it… Yet there was a voice in the back of his head that taunted him. “Why would he want to meet with you again?” As much as he tried to silence the voice, it refused to be quiet.

The door opened with a jolt, and HarryÂ’s heart skipped a beat. The silence had been broken. But there was no one there. The door closed. Harry felt his chest tighten as if an invisible hand had latched on.

“I was beginning to wonder if you’d show up or not. I was about to leave,” Harry said nonchalantly.

“Sorry. I had a little bit of trouble sneaking out,” the other boy said with a deep breath. He had run the entire way here. “You must have it easier than me.” Then again, everyone had it easier. No one else had a father like his, or friends like his.

“Maybe,” Harry said reluctantly. He didn’t know what else to say. The tone of the other boy hadn’t asked for sympathy, nor had it been a total brush off statement. Or perhaps Harry was reading into it too much.

“I try to be true to my word,” Draco replied, he hadn’t meant to be late. And he was going to keep his word. He barely did kept promises. And only when he had something to gain. And in this, he did. His father taught him that. It was one of the many things Lucius had taught him. One of many Draco wished he could forget.

But now was not the time to think of dear old dad, who would be ready to kill if he knew his only son was gay, and unable to pass on the Malfoy name. There would never be a woman in his life. And the possibility of a man in his life was nothing but a fleeting thought, until now. No one would ever like him. A Malfoy. It had a bitter taste. But this boyÂ…there was definitely something different about him.

“Who are you? I know it’s sudden and blunt… But…I’m curious, you know?” Harry asked.

“Is it that important?” Draco asked. Names weren’t a good idea at the moment. It was way too soon for anything like that. One mention of ‘Malfoy’ was enough to send anyone running. “I’m not ready to tell you who I am, and I don’t think you really want to tell me who you are.”

“What do you have to hide?” Harry asked, he didn’t like secrets, and ironically, he kept so many. Too many maybe. But he had his reasons. It was bad enough being know as ‘The Boy Who Lived’ but being know as ‘The Boy Who Lived An Alternative Lifestyle’ was enough to keep him quiet about his sexual preferences.

The other boy sighed, “If this is going to be a problem, maybe we should end this now.” Draco wasn’t going to admit it, but he had everything to hide, and everything to lose. It would be better if he could find out the other boy’s identity without revealing his own. That was the key.

“I don’t want that,” Harry said earnestly. This was the closest he had ever been to another guy, and he was enjoying it. He wasn’t about to give it up now.

Draco smiled to himself, and walked in the direction of the voice. “I hoped not. Let’s not worry about things like that right now.” He reached out and touched fabric. He dragged his fingers down the center, and the clock’s invisibility rippled. That was the only disadvantage; you weren’t really invisible, just hidden from view.

“Hold out your hand, so you can take of the cloak,” Draco ordered, and took a handful of dust from his pouch, and into the possession of the other boy.

“Much better,” Harry said, and let his invisibility cloak fall to the floor. Draco wrapped his arms around his waist, and pulled him into his chest. He could feel the other boy’s breath against his own, same height. Draco regarded it as a small clue.

“Have you ever kissed another guy before?” Harry whispered.

“Only once,” Draco felt the other boy’s shoulder’s drop, “With you, last night.” Needing no other incentive, Harry kissed him.

It was as breathe taking, as it had been last night. Neither knew who they were really kissing, and it only added excitement to the mystery. Draco put one of his hands around HarryÂ’s neck, and pulled his face even closer to his. He had snogged plenty of girls, but they had been nothing like this. There had be no spark in those kisses. Now he had fireworks.

It waking up, and finding all your dreams had come true. There had always been something missing from the kissesÂ… He had found what had been missingÂ… This guy.

Harry pulled away, “I think I need to sit down.” Draco placed one last kiss on his neck, and sat on the floor beside him.

“You’re intense,” he said with a small laugh.

“Intense? I haven’t shown you anything yet,” Draco said and leaned toward him to kiss him again.

“Wait, how much longer do you have? The invisibility only lasts an hour, doesn’t it?”

“Bloody hell!” Draco swore and jumped to his feet. “I have to go. Last night, when we ran into each other I was stealing ingredients to make a really advanced potion that would allow me to become invisible at will. Want to help? We can double the potion, and we can both do it.”

“I’m not good at potions, but I can help in any way you want me to.”

“Good, I can’t meet tomorrow… How about we meet here Wednesday night, same time,” Draco asked.

“Bye until then,” Harry said standing up beside side Draco, who gave him a quick kiss on the lips. Then the door opened, and he was alone. More alone, that he had ever been before.

*

“Get the hell out of my way, Potter.”

“You’re the one who ran into me, Malfoy!”

“Whatever!” he snapped back, and strutted up to Snape’s desk. Strutted, it was just like Draco. He thought he could do whatever he wanted and get away with it.

Ron nudged Harry, “Don’t let him get to you. It would be just like Snape to give you a detention.”

“You would think that after seven years I would have gotten used to Draco,” Harry said giving the potion a stir. “Is it supposed to be this color?”

“Add more snails,” Hermione whispered from beside them. She, like always, was paired with Neville.

“Its pathetic really. You still can’t mix a simple potion. Isn’t that right Potter?”

“Don’t you have your potion to work on?” Ron snapped. Draco smiled and kept walking. Harry caught himself looking at Malfoy’s ass, and scolding himself. No, Draco wasn’t someone who’d ever be interested… Unlike that guy…

“Do you think if I got help from someone who knew what they were doing in potions, that I’d get any better?” Harry asked Ron.

“Like who? The only ones who know what they’re doing are Malfoy, who wouldn’t help anyone if his life depended on it, and Hermione who has given up on both you and I.”

Harry nodded, but he had someone else in mind. The mystery guy acted like he knew what he was doingÂ… They were going to work on a potion together anywayÂ… Who knew, maybe heÂ’d be willing to help.