Undefined

Chapter 5

Heavenly Bodies

Draco bumped into Blaise the following day, and casually dismissed his insistence they meet that night to go over his essay.

"Later," Draco muttered. "I don't have time."

"When will you have time?" Blaise asked, catching Draco's arm as he moved to walk past.

"I said later," Draco said, pulling his arm free.

"You'd better mean it," said Blaise darkly.

"Fuck off," Draco said, and stalked off.

The truth was he had all the time in the world, but found his mind preoccupied with two things: his conversation with Katrina and Harry. He liked the idea of attaining everything he wanted if he agreed to go along with the O.S., but, and Draco rarely made a decision without a but, what if he was found out?

If he got involved now, there was no guarantee it would be kept secret, and if he were found out...well, he'd rather not venture a guess as to what might happen. He knew too well that the enchanted walls of Hogwarts were not enough to keep the Dark Lord away. There was also the fact that he, Draco, had no idea who his allies were. The rule of not disclosing who the other members of the O.S. were was ingenious, but also dangerous, as he could very well end up alone. There was also the possibility that the movement was created by the Dark Lord himself to determine which Death Eaters were truly loyal to him. In this way, Voldemort could cleanse the ranks and ensure his dominance. If only Draco could talk to someone, to test the waters and see if it was all a sham. But he knew that was impossible.

"Watch it!" a third-year Hufflepuff girl yelled when he bumped into her. He'd been so lost in thought he'd forgotten he was walking the corridors between classes.

"Get out of my way!" he snapped, and pushed two more girls aside.

"You all right, Draco?" Pansy asked, pushing past two Ravenclaw boys.

"Fine," he said.

"Want to--"

"Can't you leave me alone for five seconds?" he snapped.

She retreated, looking injured, and stalked off.

"Fuck Potions, I'm skiving off today," Draco told Crabbe and Goyle. They hung back stupidly, not knowing what to do. "You two idiots go on! It'll look suspicious if you skive too; even for Snape!"

They blundered off, leaving Draco alone, and he wandered up to the Room of Requirement, needing a place to think.

He pulled out his wand instantly when he noticed Harry sitting by the fire staring blankly into it. Harry stood instantly and withdrew his own wand. They circled one another, waiting for the other to strike.

"Get out," Draco said dangerously.

"I was here first," snapped Harry.

"I need it!" Draco screamed.

"Tough shit!" Harry screamed back. "You can't always get what you want, you spoiled git!"

Forgetting his wand, forgetting everything except his desire to touch Harry, Draco pushed Harry to the ground with the full weight of his body. Harry's wand clattered somewhere above his head and disappeared in the darkness. Draco seized Harry's collar and shook him violently, hating him for arousing such passion and wantonness, and hating the fact that it would never be reciprocated or quenched. Harry struggled, gaining the upper hand and shoving Draco off.

"Get the fuck off me!" Harry spat.

Draco dived again, tackling him to the floor, gripping Harry's robes so tight he heard the material rip. Harry tried to summon his wand but Draco punched him hard in the jaw.

"That's payback, Potter," Draco said.

Harry kicked Draco hard and pinned him to the floor, sweat forming on his forehead and shimmering in the firelight. Draco lay still, relishing the feel of Harry's body atop his own, knowing this was exactly what he had wanted as he fucked Katrina last night on the same floor.

"What were you doing in here last night?" Harry demanded, his fists circled around Draco's neck.

"Who says I was in here?"

"I know you were. You couldn't have been anywhere else," Harry snapped.

"Maybe I went for a stroll," Draco said. Harry's grip tightened dangerously and Draco fought for breath. "You can't do it, you weak bastard."

Harry's grip tightened. "Want to bet? Now tell me what you were doing."

"I fucked a girl! I needed a place for a tryst and I fucked her! Right there!" he said, pointing to the spot near the fire. Harry looked over his shoulder and his grip slackened.

"Besides that!" Harry yelled, his temper rising again. "Besides that, what were you doing? Tell me!"

"NO!" Draco yelled, gripping Harry's wrists and squirming under his weight. He tried to overpower him, but found that despite Harry's somewhat smaller stature, he was quite strong.

"Tell me," Harry demanded.

"Go fuck yourself!" Draco said, squirming.

Oh god, he thought, biting his lip to stifle a moan. If he could've frozen the moment he would have; Harry's furious face looked mesmerizing in the firelight, and his knees were pinned firmly on either side of Draco's body. Just as Draco was beginning to enjoy it, Harry pulled away and stood.

"You're pathetic," Harry said, sitting by the fire.

"Oh, I'm pathetic?" Draco said, straightening his robes and sitting up, furious at the loss of contact. "I'm not the one following you about the castle!"

"Just go away," said Harry quietly, refusing to look at him.

Fury coursed through Draco's veins at Harry's casual dismissal. "No."

"GO AWAY!" Harry screamed, his voice echoing throughout the room.

Draco stood, fists clenched. He would not leave and wander the corridors, only to find Blaise and fuck him as a substitute.

"You fucking bastard," Draco said, as pulled Harry up by his robes.

Then, without thinking so as to stop himself from doing it, Draco pulled Harry into a harsh, coarse kiss.

It was as though time had frozen; Draco heard no sound and felt only his mouth crushed against Harry's for what felt like an eternity. Harry squirmed and tried to break free, but Draco held fast, pulling Harry to his chest, crushing him, forcing him not to leave him alone with this unyielding ache. Draco's tongue found its way into Harry's mouth and he savored the taste and feel before he fell backwards.

"Goddamn it!" Harry said, his clothes and hair disheveled. He rubbed his lower lip with the back of his hand and looked at Draco as though he'd just sprouted two heads. "What the fuck?"

Draco said nothing and crossed his arms.

"Well?" Harry demanded, still with that bewildered look on his face. "ANSWER ME!"

"No," Draco said, and shoved him to the floor, moaning audibly as Harry squirmed beneath him.

Harry's eyes found Draco's and they stared at one another for several moments, neither moving. Maybe it was because Draco had so forcefully and unexpectedly pinned him in this position, or maybe it was because Harry simply didn't want to fight anymore. Or maybe, just maybe, it was all that pent up rage and animosity finally coming to a head until both realized this...this was what underscored everything between them.

Whatever the reason, Draco didn't care and didn't rationalize. He simply looked down at the boy pinned beneath him, looking helpless and tired, and smiled victoriously as he pulled Harry's cloak off and discarded his tie. Slowly, Draco removed his own cloak and tie, Harry's chest rising and falling rapidly as he fought to regain his breath. His arms remained quite still and his face seemed fixed in a sort of silent confusion with a hint of curiosity.

Draco leaned down and whispered, "Don't fight," before covering Harry's mouth once again.

This time, Harry didn't protest. This time, their kiss wasn't coarse and rough, but open and curious. Draco felt his erection press against his trousers as he ran his hands down the length of Harry's torso, stopping just above his belt. A crackle emitted from the fireplace as he gingerly unfastened Harry's belt, his tongue still exploring and probing, tasting and wanting more. He unzipped Harry's trousers and as he reached to slip his hand into them, his insides exploded as Harry squirmed and moaned in his mouth, his hips suddenly rutting desperately against Draco's hand.

Smiling slightly, he slid his palm gently over Harry's erection before finally closing his hand and stroking slowly, yet deliberately.

"Fuck," Harry cursed, his chin tilted towards the ceiling.

"Do you like that?" Draco breathed.

Harry nodded, his eyes closed.

"Say it," Draco demanded.

"Can't..." Harry began.

"Say it or I'll stop," Draco said, letting his rhythm slow.

"Yes!" Harry cried desperately, covering Draco's hand with his own. "Fucking, yes! It feels good!"

"How good?" Draco said, Harry's grip tightening.

"Really, really, good," Harry panted. "Really fucking amazing."

Draco smirked, pumping faster until Harry gripped him so tight Draco thought his wrist would break. Finally, Harry bucked hard into Draco's hand, grabbing fistfuls of his discarded robe, screaming imprecations as he came.

"Such a dirty mouth," Draco said, pulling his hand from Harry's trousers.

Harry said nothing, eyes still closed and chest heaving rapidly. Draco rolled his hips against Harry's thigh and thrust lightly, biting his lip and moaning loudly. He wanted more; wanted Harry to suck him off but knew that would be going much to far. Instead, he slid his hand into Harry's dark hair and tugged, thrusting his hips against his leg and biting his lip in pure, unadulterated bliss. He couldn't last long; not with the reality of what he was doing finally sinking in and Harry's hand kneading soft circles on his back.

If he'd been able, Draco would have held onto his erection and stayed like that forever, but he quickly felt his control slip and his insides tingle maddeningly. He thrust with an urgency that clearly demonstrated the complete loss of control filling his body and with one final, mighty thrust, he climaxed, groaning loudly and feeling a complete sense of bliss, the likes of which he hadn't been able to imagine. It was as though millennia worth of built up frustration had finally broken free. He opened his eyes, his surroundings blurry except for Harry's face. He looked at Draco for a moment, then pulled away and zipped up his trousers.

Draco rested on his elbows and watched as Harry straightened his shirt and put his tie on sloppily. We aren't so different, Draco thought, you go off to save the world, while I just try to save myself.

The fire crackled again and Harry leaned against the chair, his arms resting on his knees, gazing into the flames. Draco sat up, smoothed out his clothes and sat next to Harry, gazing into the fire as well. Neither spoke. Draco had the distinct impression their tryst was the last thing on Harry's mind at the moment. He was thinking of something bigger, more important. The time would come, Draco knew, when he would confide everything in Harry; things he'd never uttered to another soul. But this was not that time. Now was the time for them to become accustomed to each other in silence, the hardest part of overcoming any sort of awkwardness. Harry sighed and shifted slightly closer, his leg lightly pressed against Draco's; it was suddenly all Draco was aware of until the bell announced the end of lessons. They both sighed and stood, walking towards the door.

Before Harry opened it, he turned to Draco and said, "I'll see you around."

Draco nodded, letting him go first, a singularly unselfish act, and smiled slightly as he watched Harry disappear down the corridor.

Draco remained distracted and in a sort of stooped daze for the remainder of the day. His thoughts shifted from Harry's face in the firelight to their silence as they sat on the floor side by side. Draco could not squelch, much to his dismay, his nervous excitement at the thought of seeing Harry again. Although Draco didn't see him in the hours preceding dinner, he felt sure Harry would be in the Great Hall by that time. He could barely hide his disappointment when he saw Granger and Weasley walk in alone and take a seat side by side, their backs to him.

"Where were you in Potions?" Blaise asked, as Draco took a seat across from him.

"Not there."

"Snape was asking--"

"Fuck off!" Draco said moodily, and Blaise didn't bother talking to him again.

Draco moodily picked at his food, annoyed at the effect Harry was having on him already. He left the Great Hall and wandered to the fourth floor, not wanting to be bothered, and found escape within the sanctity of the library. He found a small table in the back and pulled a book off of the shelf, idly flipping through the pages and making faces at the grotesque figures of Transfiguration experiments gone horribly wrong. He willed Harry out of his mind for the time being and considered Katrina's proposition.

"You can have everything!" she'd said.

Everything. Draco thought on what that would entail and then sighed, frowning slightly. He realized what would make him most happy was a bespectacled boy with messy dark hair who was, at that very moment, walking towards him. Draco blinked and held a page in his hand mid-flip. Harry sat down across from him without hesitating.

"You weren't at dinner," Draco said.

"No," Harry said, removing his glasses and rubbing his eyes. Draco picked them up and examined them closely, not giving them back when Harry reached for them.

"Do you mind?" Harry said. "I can't see a damn thing."

"You look different without them," Draco said, examining his face.

"Course I do!" Harry said, and snatched his glasses.

"I've never seen you without them."

"Now you have," said Harry, leaning back in his chair, sending an electric shock through Draco. He does that so much better than Blaise, he thought.

"Won't your sidekicks send a search party out for you?" Draco asked, looking around.

"No. I've told them to bugger off tonight," Harry said quietly.

"I don't know how you put up with them."

Harry shrugged. "Easy, they're my best mates. What I don't understand is how you put up with Crabbe and Goyle."

"They do as I say," Draco said, continuing to flip through his book, determined to look nonchalant in Harry's company. Harry laughed slightly and placed his hands atop his head, looking at the stacks of books.

"So are you going to join it, then?" Harry asked.

Draco looked up at him instantly, but did not answer.

"I'm not as thick as I let on," Harry said.

"So I guessed. How did you know what I was in the Hog's Head for anyway?"

Harry shrugged. "I listen, pay attention to what's going on around me."

"Granger figured it out for you, didn't she?" Draco said.

"Yeah," Harry admitted. "She's clever."

"Too clever," Draco said. "Too bad she's a filthy..."

"Don't dare say that word around me," Harry warned, and Draco fell silent.

"If it matters," said Harry, standing, "I'm not going with Ron and Hermione to Hogsmeade this weekend, they seem keen on some alone time. So I'll be around."

Draco shrugged. "All right."

Harry nodded as he turned. Draco stood, a small smile creeping across his lips, finally coming to full fruition as he placed the book back on the shelf and wandered out of the library.

***

"You look different," Pansy commented in the common room later that night as she and Draco sat in an armchair near the fire. Draco didn't bother to acknowledge her comment as he continued to skim through his Potions text.

"Where were during class today?" she asked, placing her head on his shoulder.

"In the library," he lied.

"No you weren't," she said. "Montague was in there and he never mentioned seeing you."

"Maybe Montague didn't see me, Parkinson!" Draco snapped.

She left him alone the rest of the evening when three girls from her usual group took a seat nearby. Draco found their incessant chatter and giggles wearing his nerves thin, but he refused to move. Finally, around ten o'clock the girls retreated to their dormitory, leaving Draco more or less in the peace and quiet. A seventh-year Slytherin boy sat at a table scribbling furiously, twelve books piled next to him. A girl, who Draco only knew as 'Eloise the midget', sat curled in an armchair, her head bobbing onto her chest as she continually fell asleep as she read her text. By eleven she gave up and retreated to the girls' dormitory. Draco's eyes grew heavy and he too slipped in and out of sleep, the sound of a quill scratching on parchment further lulling him into a stupor.

He nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt someone shake him awake. He looked around bleary eyed, noticing the fire had long since burned down and the common room was completely empty. Snape stood above him, his expression indiscernible.

"Follow me, Mr. Malfoy," he said, and Draco threw his text aside and followed Snape through the door.

"What time is it?" he asked, once they reached Snape's office.

"That doesn't matter," Snape said. "Tell me, is it or is it not true that you have had meetings regarding the Order of the Serpent?"

Draco blinked. "Yes, sir."

"And have you or have you not been asked to join?"

"Yes, sir," Draco said, not bothering to lie.

"And?"

"And, sir?" Draco said, raising an eyebrow.

"What is your conclusion?"

"I haven't made one yet seeing as I'm not keen on jumping into anything," Draco said.

Snape smiled slightly. "Good."

Draco watched as Snape took a seat at his desk and pulled out a piece of parchment.

"Know what this is?" he asked, holding the parchment up.

"No, sir."

"Names, Mr. Malfoy, of those who are known or suspected of consorting with the Order of the Serpent. Avery and myself compile a list just like this every week, which is in turn handed over to the Dark Lord to use at his discretion."

Draco nodded, not sure what to say.

"Last week four Death Eaters and their allies were tortured beyond recognition by the Dark Lord himself. You know what that means, of course," Snape said.

Draco nodded. He knew exactly what it meant when Voldemort took it upon himself to torture or kill anyone personally.

"Is my name on that list, sir?" Draco asked, feeling a bit nervous.

Snape looked at him darkly. "No, but it may very well be in the not-too-distant future. The Dark Lord has eyes and ears everywhere, even within the walls of this school. Dumbledore's a fool if he thinks simple charms and magic can keep the Dark Lord out. You have to be careful, Draco, if you choose to continue with this. No more meetings in the Room of Requirement or the Hog's Head. You'll need to go somewhere safer, somewhere outside of Hogwarts."

"Where?" Draco asked.

"I will arrange everything," said Snape coolly, placing the parchment back into the drawer he retrieved it from.

"Sir, are you--"

"Didn't Ms. Hillquist tell you the principles of the Order? No names, no admission, no acknowledgement!"

Draco nodded, and said no more.

"That's all," Snape said, dismissing Draco.

Draco left, and walked the length of the corridor, through the common room and up to his dormitory, unable to sleep for the remainder of the night as Snape's words replayed endlessly in his mind.