Undefined

Chapter 3

Behind Green Eyes

That night at dinner, Draco glared at Harry so often Pansy asked who he was looking at. A bruise had formed near Draco's right eye turning from purple to black.

"Potter," Draco said truthfully, placing his hand on Pansy's thigh. "That stupid little git punched me after class."

"What for?" she asked, throwing Harry dirty looks.

"Who knows? Potter always has some far fetched idea in his head." Draco stroked Pansy's leg, still glaring at Harry.

"I know what I can do to make you feel better," she said, and whispered lightly in his ear.

"All right," he said casually.

The truth was Draco knew exactly why he'd been confronted by Harry following class. It had nothing to do with any imaginary scheme, but it in fact had everything to do with a covert operation going on right under everyone's noses, including the Dark Lord's. Draco was not so stupid as to be oblivious to this movement; he heard whispers of it among his fellow Slytherins and in pubs in Hogsmeade if he sat in the right place.

The truth was, a movement had emerged years ago within the Death Eaters, those left without a leader following the Dark Lord's fall, and they banded together in the absence of their leader. Originally, they carried on Voldemort's plans of conquering the wizarding world, and tentatively named themselves the Dark Order.

Their hopes were restored with Voldemort's return the year before, and they rejoined the Death Eaters, setting their own agenda and loyalties aside. But the Dark Lord's failure to kill the Potter menace (as he was known among the Death Eaters) had once again caused discontent among the fledgling minority. They grew more and more disgruntled with the Dark Lord's obsession of killing Harry and only killing Harry. Led by an unnamed Death Eater, the movement dubbed itself the Order of the Serpent and had an agenda all its own: the overthrow of the Dark Lord and the institution of a new regime based on political and military might. Draco had never heard it mentioned by his father, or by anyone he shared company with as it was an unspoken allegiance, and any disloyalty to the Dark Lord resulted in sudden and swift elimination; or more likely, slow and painful torture. Somehow, despite the danger, the movement thrived and gained momentum.

The news of the death of three Aurors outside the Ministry of Magic had hardly been kept quiet; it had been splashed all over the Daily Prophet two weeks ago. Draco suspected the deaths had nothing to do his exacting information regarding the Order of the Phoenix from a certain house-elf, but someone within the Order of the Serpent or the Death Eaters. More than likely, his father knew exactly what had happened as he was a known Death Eater, but Draco knew his father's loyalties ultimately lay with himself and what benefited those around him. As he sat with his hand on Pansy's leg, a memory suddenly leapt from the recesses of his mind: his mother screaming the night before he left for Hogwarts four years before.

"Don't you dare, Lucius! Don't you dare get involved with that! What in the world would I do without you? What?"

Draco wondered, suddenly, if it were true: if his father feigned allegiance to the Dark Lord but was active within the Order of the Serpent. If that were the case, how prominent of a position did his father have? And why hadn't he told him, Draco? But the answer to that was simple: to do so was to endanger Lucius' own life as well as that of his family.

Draco looked to the Staff table and noticed Snape talking in low whispers with Dumbledore. He wondered vaguely if Snape worked for Order of the Serpent (it was often shortened to the O.S. to conceal its true name), or if, as Draco suspected, Snape's only real loyalty lie in his own well-being. But he didn't dwell on such matters at that moment as Pansy's hand snaked up to his crotch and rubbed him beneath the table.

"Jesus Christ! We're in public!" he sneered.

"So?" Pansy said, her dark eyes glinting in the light, her hand still working, causing his breath to hitch.

He looked once again to the Gryffindor table and saw Weasley and the Mudblood engrossed in a conversation with Harry. Harry looked up and caught Draco's eye, then just as quickly looked away. Under the circumstances, one look was all Draco needed. He shoved his plate aside and grabbed Pansy's hand from under the table, dragging her from the Great Hall.

He took her to his room, but it wasn't Pansy he kissed. It was Harry, then Blaise, then the Ravenclaw he'd seen on his knees in the boy's lavatory, and finally Harry. He undressed matter-of-factly, watching as Pansy removed her garments and threw them aside. She crawled on top of him and kissed him, but he was in no mood for that. He shoved her head down towards his erection, and she protested.

"I don't want to do that now!" Pansy whined.

"Do it," Draco said, pushing her head down again.

Pansy groaned and whined a bit, but eventually complied and he closed his eyes as she took him fully into her mouth. He squirmed as she continued to suck him. Gazing down at her dark hair he imagined it was Harry; his mouth sucking and building Draco towards climax.

"Can I get on top now?" Pansy asked, irritated.

Draco grunted and shoved her head back down. He remembered Harry's warmth against him earlier, pinning him against the tree, his face inches from his own. He grabbed Pansy's hair and bucked his hips hard, wanting and needing to finish but not letting himself. Harry's eyes, so alit and fixed in fury during their confrontation flashed into Draco's mind, and the thought of those eyes and that face on him at that instant, doing the things Pansy's mouth was doing was too much; he tugged Pansy's hair viscously as he climaxed in her mouth, furious with the realization that when he looked down he would see her eyes and face. She huffed as she slid next to him.

"I hate it when you pull my hair like that!" she said, rubbing her scalp.

She leant in to kiss him but Draco turned away, disgusted.

"Don't I get a go?" she asked sweetly, laying her chin on his chest.

"No," Draco said moving from the bed and getting dressed.

"You fucking asshole!"

"You know that's how I roll," he said as he left.

He wandered through the corridors, trying to ease the restlessness festering inside of him. He told off a group of Hufflepuffs for being in his way, and watched delighted as they shirked away, fear in their eyes. Control is power, his father always said. He bumped into Blaise just outside the library. They exchanged a causal nod and then quickly walked their separate ways. Draco found he felt no shame at what he had done with Blaise the night before, or how Harry had entered his thoughts as Pansy had sucked him off. It was all relative; things were how they were and there was no use fussing over the details. He passed a group of Slytherin girls as he rounded a corner, and they smiled broadly and said hello to him. He smiled back slightly.

"Draco?" a tall, sandy haired girl said, emerging from the group.

He didn't answer, but looked at her with a hint of interest.

"I was wondering if I could have a word?" her voice faltered, and her hands shook; clearly she was nervous.

Draco shrugged and continued walking, looking back. "Are you coming or not?"

She immediately caught up with him and looked around. "I was wondering if you know anything about the Order of the S--"

"Shhhh!" he said immediately. "Are you daft? You can't go saying that out loud! Not here!"

"Sorry, I...I...well we were talking about it, my friends and I...and I said that if anyone knew about it, you would!" she said looking at him with admiring eyes.

"Maybe, but still...what's your name?" he said, stopping and turning to her.

"Oh!" she said, turning pink. "Katrina. Katrina Hillquist."

"Yeah, I've seen you around," he said casually.

She smiled. "So...where would be the best place to discuss this?"

"Discuss what?" he said, turning on his heel. "What are you doing this weekend?"

"Nothing!" she said breathless.

"You are now. Come to Hogsmeade with me and we'll chat. I know a place."

"Alright, yeah!" she said, smiling and turning back to her friends.

Draco whistled as he turned another corner, not knowing where he was headed.

As it turned out he wandered the corridors for three quarters of an hour before heading back to the Slytherin common room. As he reached the stairs leading to the dungeons he ran into Harry. They stared at one another a few moments before Harry moved to leave. Draco put out a hand and stopped him.

"What are you doing down here?" Draco said, his hand lightly touching Harry's chest.

"Taking a stroll," Harry said.

"Don't lie...to me," Draco said, mocking Harry's earlier words.

"I don't have time for this," Harry said, pushing past him.

Draco turned and grabbed Harry's arm, pulling him back. Harry looked at him with the utmost contempt.

"The next time you punch me, Potter," he said, leaning in close, so close he could feel Harry's breath on his chin, "will be your last."

"I don't have time for you, Malfoy," Harry said, pulling away violently. "I have bigger things to worry about."

"That's right, because you always have bigger things on your mind, always have to save the world don't you, you dirty little git?" Draco growled. "Wonderful, perfect Potter always around the save the fucking day! Well, you couldn't save Diggory could you?"

"SHUT UP!" Harry screamed, turning around red-faced. "You don't get it do you? You think it's nothing but fun and games within the castle, poke fun of me here or insult me there, but there are bigger things than that, Malfoy! Grow up!"

Draco felt a rise at Harry's temper; he realized he liked him this way: Harry's eyes alit with fire and fury.

"I am grown, Potter," Draco said coldly. "I know what's going on out there, do you?"

"What?" Harry said blinking. "What're you--"

Draco smirked and turned on his heel. Please take the bait he thought and smiled as he heard Harry follow.

"What are you on about?" Harry said, pulling him around to face him.

"You're clever, Potter, I'm sure you'll figure it out." Draco pushed Harry's hand off of his arm and strolled away, tempted to whistle, knowing this encounter would not be their last.