Harry And Draco Chronicles

Chapter 4: One More Night Together

"Seamus, you liar. That's not what happened." Parvati pointed her finger in his face.

"Yes, it is. And how would you know? You weren't even there."

"Neither were you, so shut up."

"But I have a reliable source and he heard from a friend that was there."

Parvati rolled her eyes. "Don't believe a word of what he says," she said to the crowd gathered around them.

"You guys, have I let any of you down? Have I ever given you false information?"

"Yes" murmured several students.

Seamus started to backtrack. "Okay, maybe I might get my details wrong, but I swear that everything I'm telling you now is the truth." He tried to come up with something that would convince everyone that he was correct. "Didn't I break the news about the Potter/Malfoy affair? And wasn't I correct?"

"What do you mean you broke it!" shouted Parvati. Her voice was loud enough to attract the stern stare of McGonagall. She lowered her voice and said, "Peeves was the one who announced the whole affair to everyone, you dumbass."

The bickering continued between the two students, but sitting at the other end of the Gryffindor table Harry couldn't have cared less. As the excitement and chatter filled the room, a rain of melancholy showered down on him.

He had tried everything in his power to resist looking up. He had attempted to amuse himself with a variety of activities, including talking to Neville and eating his meal. Even those diversions proved unsuccessful.

He finally gave in to temptation as his eyes searched the other table. He gazed over every Slytherin, but still did not see Draco.

"Harry, what's wrong?" asked Hermione. Her question was answered when she followed his stare to the other table. She placed her arm around his shoulders.

Harry quickly pulled away from her. "I'm fine" he said flatly. He picked up his fork and began to stab at his chicken. Hermione stared at him for a moment, but decided to return to her meal when he did not return her glance.

After he had completely de-boned the chicken leg, piling the meat in the center of his plate, he slowly turned to look at her. "I haven't seen him all day. In fact, I haven't seen him for the past couple of days."

Hermione leaned close to him. "Do you think he went home already?"

"No, or else we would have heard all the latest news" he said, looking over at Seamus.

"Do you think he's sick?"

"I don't know. If he is, that would explain why he hasn't been coming to class."

"Who's sick?" ask Ron. He was sitting across from them, engrossed in his quidditch magazine when their conversation had distracted him. Harry and Hermione remained quiet as they exchanged a look.

"Well?"

"Draco" said Hermione slowly. Ron scrunched his face and exhaled loudly. Hermione disregarded Ron and put her arm around Harry again. "The look on your face says that you plan on doing something."

"I was thinking about visiting him" replied Harry. "Everyone's at dinner, so it would be easy to sneak into the---" Harry stopped talking when Ron noisily got up from his seat and walked to the other end of the table.

"Do you mind if I sit next to you?" asked Ron.

"No" said Dean. Ron casually glanced back at them as he took his seat next to Dean and resumed flipping through his magazine.

Hermione took her eyes away from Ron. "You're gonna visit him? Harry, that's ridiculous. You might get caught."

"No I won't" said Harry, pushing his plate away. "I'll use my invisibility cloak."

He was about to get up from his chair, when Hermione grabbed his arm and pulled him back down. "How are you going to get into the dungeons? You don't know the password."

"I know it."

She furrowed her eyebrows as she stared at him. "How?"

"It's a long story." When he got to his feet, Hermione pulled him back down. "What?" he asked angrily.

"Why don't you bring him some food? He must be hungry."

Harry's expression softened as he looked at her, a smile forming on his face. "I didn't think of that. Thanks."

"Now, get out of here."

Harry headed to Gryffindor Tower to get his invisibility cloak, before going to the kitchen. He knew that Dobby would graciously give him all the food he wanted, considering the glittery socks he gave the house-elf for Christmas.

After getting more than enough food to last Draco the whole week, Harry took off for the dungeons, under his cloak. "Draco sucks" he said to the portrait outside the Slytherin dungeon and the door swung open.

He knew the password thanks to the help of Seamus, who had overheard some Slytherins bragging about it at the Prefects' meeting. "We were going to have the password be 'Draco sucks Potter dick,' but Snape thought Dumbledork would think it was too obscene" they told everyone.

He stepped into the quiet common room and made his way to the dorm rooms. He opened the door to Draco's dorm; all the beds were empty except for one.

Draco was asleep in his bed and Harry was shocked when he saw how unhealthy he looked; his ivory skin had lost its exuberance and his hair, which was always shiny and silky, looked dull and messy, like he hadn't combed it in awhile.

Harry took off his cloak and sat on the bed next to Draco, who was now waking up. Harry could see that Draco had large black circles around his eyes; he looked tired. But this was not a sleep deprived tired, the kind of face both of them often wore after a late night of snogging in the Astronomy Tower, trying to stifle their moaning so Finch wouldn't catch them. Draco had the look of a boy who had a lot of worries on his mind.

"I'm sorry, did I wake you?" asked Harry.

"No" said Draco. He sat up on the bed, his back propped up by his pillows. Harry remembered that the last time he had seen Draco in that position, they were about to make love. "What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to see you," said Harry.

"Why?"

"I just wanted to see if you were okay."

"Why wouldn't I be all right?"

"I haven't seen you for days and I thought something happened to you."

"Well, here I am" said Draco. He folded his arms against his chest. "And as you can plainly see, I'm perfectly fine." He exhaled slowly as he calmly looked at Harry.

Harry looked down at his bag and slowly pulled out the containers of food. "This is for you" he said, shoving the container of chicken into Draco's abdomen.

"I'm so sorry I disturbed you." His teeth were clenched and his lips tightly pressed together. He reached for his cloak and began to walk to the door. He paused in front of door with his back to Draco. Not hearing a response from the bed, he began to open the door.

"You didn't have to do this" said Draco.

"I wanted to."

Harry stood with his forehead against the door, when he heard Draco eating. He slowly turned around and walked towards the bed.

"Thanks" said Draco, barely audible.

"Actually, it was Hermione's idea. So you have her to thank."

Draco made a face.

After Draco had finished licking all his fingers clean, Harry asked "Why haven't you been in class?"

"My father told me not to go. He says the education I'm getting here is a joke. I'm going to be leaving tomorrow, so it's no big deal."

"Tomorrow?"

"Yes."

"I thought your dad was going to work things out with Dumbledore."

"My father and Dumbledore work out a compromise? I don't think so. My dad's going to get me a tutor and then next year I'll enroll in Durmstrang." He picked up another container, looking for food he might have missed. "Anyway, I can't wait to get out of this place, away from all the Slytherins."

"Why's that?"

"Things have been a bit intense since the whole Peeves incident." He began to stare at the window. "I guess you've already heard about our new password. I assume that's how you got in."

"Yes" said Harry slowly. "Has everyone given you a hard time?"

"What do you think?"

Harry sat quiet for a moment, until he said, "You were going to leave and not say anything to me?"

"I thought you'd hear the news from the other students."

"You weren't even gonna say goodbye?"

"I don't know. I don't like good-byes."

Harry looked down and began to play with the duvet. Draco looked at him for a moment before reaching over and grabbing his wrist. "I was meaning to say something to you before I left. I started writing you a letter, but I never got past 'Dear Harry.'"

Draco grabbed Harry's other wrist and pulled him up to the bed. He wrapped his arms around Harry, inhaling deeply the scent of the other boy.

"Did you tell your dad I bewitched you?" asked Harry.

Draco looked away. "Yes. I'm sorry but it just made things a bit easier. You're not mad, are you?"

"No."

They were quiet, enjoying being close to each other, until Draco asked, "Do you get owl posts at your relatives' house?"

Harry lifted his head from Draco's shoulder. "Yeah."

"Good."

"I hope you don't just send me letters."

"What do you mean?"

"We're not going to see each other again?"

"Do you want to?"

"Yes. I'm pretty sure we could meet in Diagon Alley or Hogsmeade."

"You mean sneak around?" Draco laughed to himself. "God, this is so Romeo and Juliet" he said sarcastically.

"Shut up."

"I could probably sneak you off to my house. We could make love on my parents' bed."

"That's disgusting."

"Or I could meet you at your place and we could do it on your cousin's bed."

"Draco, stop."

"What? The idea doesn't turn you on?"

Harry looked up at him, wondering if he really meant what he was saying.

"I'm just kidding. Although, that part about your cousin does sound a bit appealing."

Harry elbowed him in the ribs. "I don't want to imagine any scenario that involves Dudley."

"Fine" said Draco as he pretended to pout. "Then imagine just you and me." He bent down and kissed Harry.

Harry moved forward, pressing their lips firmer together. He let out a slight moan as their mouths began to move against each other. Their joy was short lived, as the sound of footsteps and talking could be heard from the common room. Harry quickly pulled away. "I have to go. I don't want them to catch me in here and beat me to a pulp."

"Don't worry, I'll protect you."

"Thanks, but I still have to go."

Harry reached for his invisibility cloak, when Draco grabbed his waist, pulling him onto the bed. "Don't go."

"Draco, please, I don't want to get killed." Harry tried to move away, but Draco's grip around him was too tight. His heart was beating erratically when the noise of the other Slytherins grew louder.

Seeing the panic on his face, Draco bent towards Harry's ear and whispered, "Don't worry, they won't come in here. They all stay away from me."

Harry turned around and looked at him. "I guess they'd rather sleep in the common room" began Draco. "But it suits me fine. More room for me." He released his hold on Harry's waist. "Why don't you stay? We can get reacquainted."

He lifted his hand and began to lightly stroke Harry's chin. "It's been a very long time." He pulled Harry onto the bed and began to kiss him again.

"Draco, wait" muttered Harry. "What if they hear us."

Draco looked down at him. "Don't you mean what if they hear you and your screaming?"

"I don't scream."

"Oh yeah? Then how do you explain, 'Oh Draco..oh God...oh that feels so good...oh Draco, that's so good.'" Harry hit him in the stomach. "Don't worry. If they do hear anything, they'll just assume I'm wanking."

"Draco-" Harry's words were cut off when Draco attacked his lips, smothering his mouth.

As they made love, Harry tried to keep mental records of Draco's naked body. He tried to memorize the feel of Draco's soft skin under his fingertips and the scent of his body.

As Draco thrust into him, Harry lay back on the bed, listening to the nuances of the other boy's moaning as the pace and speed of bodily contact grew more intense. Harry held tightly to him, oblivious to the noise they were creating. The thumping of the bed as the headboard hit against the wall and their groaning was probably attracting the attention of the students below, but Harry was too caught up in enjoying the moment to care.

Lying awake, Harry wrapped his arms around Draco. "That was really good."

"Yeah" breathed Draco sleepily.

Harry's heart was still beating rapidly. As the euphoria wore off, bringing him back to earth, he said, "Draco, I want to let you know that I love you." He waited for a moment. "Draco did you hear what I said?"

He looked down at the other boy, Draco was asleep.

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In the morning, Harry was able to sneak out of the Slytherin dungeons before anyone awoke. He almost got caught though, when he accidentally tripped over Crabbe, who was asleep in the common room. However, Crabbe was snoring loudly and didn't feel a thing.

When he got back to Gryffindor Tower, he entered the common room to see Dean warming himself by the fireplace. As he walked to his dorm room, a videotape on the table caught his attention.

Harry picked up the video and coughed loudly as he read, "Live, Wild Potter/Malfoy Action." He watched in horror as animated versions of he and Draco gleefully simulated oral sex on one another.

"Dean, what the hell is this?"

Dean sheepishly turned around from the fireplace and looked at him. "That's the tape Peeves was selling."

"You actually bought it?"

"It wasn't just me" said Dean slowly. "A bunch of us got together and purchased it."

"What do you mean 'a bunch of us?'"

"It was me, Justin, Neville and Seamus. We asked Ron if he wanted to join us, but he just glared at me."

"Why would you buy something like this, it's sick." Harry made a face as the figures on the box engaged in another sex act. He threw the tape on the table.

"We were just curious" Dean began. "Don't worry, there's nothing on it. We were watching it over at Fred and George's store and we didn't see you guys on the tape. There was something on there called The Little Mermaid. The twins' dad said that it's what the Muggles call a cartoon."

Dean angrily pound his fist into his other hand. "If Peeves wasn't already dead, I would kill him! That tape cost us a lot of money."

"Wait a minute. The twins' store, their dad?"

"Yeah. The twins had a screening of the tape at their store, since their dad was the only one around he possessed a Muggle VCR." Dean laughed to himself. "Man, you and Draco are a real popular couple, cause a lot of people came to the viewing."

Harry just let his mouth drop, as he stared at Dean in astonishment.

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Arriving at home with his father in the afternoon, Draco was glad to be away from the glares and looks of disgust that greeted him in the common room. At the front iron doors, he took a deep breath of air and decided to soak in all the sights of his home. Situated on top of a hill and looming over the town below, the manor looked just as it did when he left for King Cross station, impressive.

He watched as their gardener tended to the lush grounds. He was pruning the Venus flytrap bushes, the same bushes that had eaten their previous gardener.

As he stepped through the door, his mother greeted him. "Draco, you're finally home" she said, a smile spreading across her face.
Her smile quickly faded when she looked at the tired expression on his face. "Are you feeling all right, you don't look well darling" she said, placing a pale hand on Draco's forehead.

"I'm just a bit exhausted" Draco yawned. "I had a busy night."

"I bet the Slytherins gave you a bit of a goodbye party."

Draco looked down at his feet. "Yeah, it was quite a bash."

"Let's get you unpacked so you can get yourself settled. Now, where is she?" She looked around the room. "Tally!" she yelled. "Where on earth is that good-for-nothing house-elf? Lucius, I told you we should never have taken her in."

She placed her hands on her hips. "She is doing this deliberately. She knows she's supposed to bring in his luggage."

"We could deal with the luggage later. I would like to have a talk with Draco first" said Lucius.

"But, he just got home, can't you talk with him after he's gotten some rest?"

Lucius whipped his head around and glared at her. She began to inch away from him. "I'll go find Tally" she said softly.

Without saying another word, Lucius put his hand on the back of Draco's neck and led him down the long corridor to his study. When they reached the study, Draco's father shoved him into the room and slammed the door behind him.

Draco stumbled to the floor, before getting up. "Father, what's wrong?"

Remaining silent, his father approached him and punched him in the stomach.