Harry And Draco Chronicles

Chapter 6: Mistaken Identity

Harry stayed pressed against the wall, as Draco brought his body hard on him, rubbing his erection into his pelvis. Draco's mouth came down on him once more, attacking his lips.

The blonde's kisses came hot and fast; his mouth swiftly moved across Harry's face, before it clamped down on a fleshy earlobe. "God, I've missed you so much," Draco breathed.

He unbuttoned Harry's shirt and ran his hands up and down that hot, bare skin. His fingers swiftly traveled down the other boy's chest, making their way inside his trousers.

Harry let out a gasp as those fingers found their destination. Soon, Draco's warm mouth traveled down the same path. Harry closed his eyes when a sudden heat engulfed him. He arched his back and moaned.

His cries grew so loud, that it awoke him. His eyes snapped open, as he wondered if his aunt and uncle had heard him. He listened for any signs of their footsteps coming down the hall; he heard nothing. He closed his eyes once more, as his right hand moved under the bed covers and into his boxers, relieving the tension that was building up in his body.

This had become a ritual for him. That dream always brought on his arousal, which he always alleviated. However, he was often left feeling empty and craving more.

These dreams would not have occurred if Draco had not stood him up that night in Hogsmeade, forcing him to sleep alone in the hotel room, cuddling a pillow.

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Harry stood by the window of his small bedroom, abiding his time. His large clothes hung loosely on his body. He lifted a thin and pale arm up for examination; he had grown thinner that summer.

He closed his eyes as his stomach began to grumble. "Only two more hours," he said to himself. He would soon be at The Burrow, enjoying a real meal for the first time in months.

He stepped away from the window and searched the room for his things, making sure he left nothing behind. He opened a large napkin, pulled out a piece of cheese and took a bite; that meal would have to sustain him until Authur Weasley came to pick him up.

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Molly Weasley walked over to the table. "Here you go honey." She placed the shepherd's pie in front of Harry. "I want you to finish every last bit of it." A pained look spread on her face as she touched Harry's hair. "You're nothing but skin and bones. But I'll fatten you up."

She reached for the large bag at her feet. "I have to get going and deliver this food to your father. He's been so busy these past days; he sometimes forgets to eat. You Know Who killed another Muggle last night, so of course the Ministry is going haywire."

A weary expression came on her face as she looked around the table. "Will you kids be all right by yourselves for a couple of hours?"

"Mom, I think we're quite capable of taking care of ourselves," said Ron.

"Okay, fine. Harry, if you want some more pie, there's another one on the counter for you."

Mrs. Weasley went to the fireplace and disappeared, leaving Harry, Ginny, Ron and Hermione at the kitchen table. The four teens had the house all to themselves, since Percy had long moved into his own place, and Fred and George were at their joke shop.

Ron closed his eyes and sat back in his chair. "I can't believe we're going to be starting our seventh year in a couple of days. Finally, I get to boss all the little kids around." He reached over and jabbed Ginny in the arm with his finger.

She quickly pulled her arm away. "Shut up, Ron. You're only a year older than me, so get over it." She adverted her attention back to Harry.

Hermione leaned over to Ron and whispered something to him. A smile began to spread on his lips as her mouth moved against his ear.

Harry brought the fork to his mouth, but he did not eat. He eyed the couple across from him, watching as they touched one another and spoke in their secret baby talk that only they understood. From the corner of his eye, he could see Ginny's gaze flicker from the couple to him and back again.

When he and Hermione pulled apart, Ron looked at Harry and Ginny. "We're going for a little walk." As they got up, he wrapped his arm around Hermione's waist and led her to the back door.

"I thought they'd never leave," said Ginny. She moved her seat closer to Harry and draped her arms around his neck. She then sat with her elbows on the table, watching him eat. "So, did you have a good birthday?"

"As good a birthday as I could have at the Dursleys'."

"Did they give you anything?"

"My Aunt back-handed me."

"Why?"

"She made me mow the lawn and clean out the gutters, and when I suggested that Dudley could also benefit from some physical activity, she slapped me."

Ginny's hand rose and touched Harry's cheek. "My poor baby." She then leaned forward and kissed him on the corner of his mouth.

Harry moved away from her. "My mouth is full of food."

"I don't care." She leaned forward again and kissed him on the lips. She pulled away and began to wipe the crumbs off her own lips. The two of them stared at each other and chuckled.

"Did you like the gift I sent you?" she asked.

Harry gazed down at his half eaten meal. "Yeah, it was nice."

She stared at his bare neck for a moment. "How come you're not wearing it?"

Harry swallowed hard, trying to think up an answer that wouldn't hurt her feelings. "I'm not really a necklace kinda person," he finally said. In actuality, he thought the gold chain she had owled him made him look like a gigolo, but he decided to keep that opinion to himself.

"Oh," she murmured weakly. Her head hung low, as she studied her hands.

He put down his fork and touched her arm. "The necklace was lovely. I'll wear it on the first day of school so everyone will see the great present my girlfriend bought me." As their eyes met, he smiled at her.

Placing her fingers in his arms, she began to trace his skin with her nails. "We have the house all to ourselves. Ron and Hermione won't be back for awhile and my mother will be gone all day." Her dark eyes sparkled wickedly. "We can go to my room, if you want. Or we could go to your room, which ever is most comfortable for you."

"I don't want Percy's pictures to watch us, so I think your room will do."

Ginny took Harry's hand in hers and led him up the rickety stairs to her bedroom.

When they entered the room, the pictures of her on the wall began to wave at Harry and blow him kisses. She took off her shoes and positioned herself on the bed, waiting for him to join her side.

But Harry did not go to the bed; he walked over to her vanity and picked up the picture of the two of them. The photograph was taken a few weeks before summer break, and showed Ginny hugging him tightly, a big smile on her face, while he looked uncomfortable.

He felt her arms wrap around his waist from behind. She rested her head on his back and said, "I love that picture. I'm going to buy a huge fame for it. I'm having a frame made that says `Ginny loves Harry.'"

Harry didn't say anything; he just put the picture down and closed his eyes. He felt her hands as they crept underneath his shirt and began to rub his chest.

He grabbed her hands and pushed them away. He turned around to face her. "I don't think we should be doing this. I don't want to do it in your house. I'll feel like I'm disrespecting your family, especially Ron."

"Ron doesn't care. He already knows we've had sex."

His face tensed. "How would Ron know about that? Did you tell him?"

"I told Hermione and I'm pretty sure she told him." She looked up at him and noticed the expression on his face. "I didn't intentionally tell her, it just came out. We were talking about you and she asked me if our relationship was serious. So I told her that we've made love. Please don't be mad."

"I'm not mad. I just don't like people knowing my private business."

"Harry, I don't care who knows about us. Why should we be ashamed about what we've done? We're in a relationship, and are in love." A sly smile spread on her face as she reached for the belt on his jeans. "Enough talk about other people, let's get back to you and me."

He grabbed her hands and pushed them away from his zipper. "Ginny, don't."

She leaned towards him. "We don't have to make love. We can just lie on the bed and have a cuddle."

"Listen, I'm really tired. I didn't get much sleep last night. I think I'm gonna go back to my room and lay down for awhile."

"Are you okay? Do you want me to lay down with you?" She tried wrapping her arms around him again, but he moved away from her, heading towards the door.

"No, I just wanna be alone."

After he had walked out the door, she threw herself on the bed and covered her face with a pillow. Some of the pictures on the wall began to cry.

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On their last week of freedom, the four teens went to Diagon Alley to buy school supplies. Ron went to get fitted for new robes, since he had hit a growth spurt and was now over six feet tall.

The four of them were renting rooms in the Leaky Cauldron, courtesy of the Weasley family. Mr. Weasley even hired a car to transport them to King's Cross station for their first day of school. Since Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes was such a success, the family had more money to indulge on their children.

They decided to celebrate their last night of summer by having dinner together at an outdoor cafe.

"I don't know what I want," said Ginny as she looked over the menu. "I think I'll have some of what Harry's having." She turned and looked at him. "Do you mind if I share with you?"

"I don't." He trailed off when he noticed a familiar figure. He squinted into the crowd of people walking by.

She tapped him on the shoulder. "What's wrong? Who are you looking at?" Before she got her answer, he bolted from his seat and took off running.

His heart beat excitedly as he sprinted down the street, weaving in and out of the crowd, getting closer to his target. Perhaps he's shopping for supplies for Durmstrang, he thought. Whatever the reason, they were finally going to meet after six long months apart.

"Draco," said Harry, tapping the blonde man on the shoulder. The man turned around. He wasn't Draco.

"Sorry." Harry slowly headed back to the restaurant, but stopped before he reached the table. His three friends were looking at him; they had witnessed the whole scene. His eyes met Ginny's and then he looked away. He turned around on his heels and walked down the street.

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Harry went back to the Leaky Cauldron after a couple of hours of walking around; realizing that it was getting late and he had nowhere to go. As he walked to his room, he halted by his door, debating whether he should visit Ginny.

He decided that he would pay her a visit, make sure she was all right. Plus, he had something that he wanted to give her.

When he reached her room, he could hear crying. He pressed his ear to the door and heard Hermione's voice.

"It's okay, just give him some time," Hermione said.

Harry hesitated for a moment, before knocking on the door. Immediately, the voices on the other end of the door stopped talking. Hermione opened the door and poked her head out.

He looked over Hermione's shoulder and saw Ginny sitting on the bed watching him. Her eyes were red and she had a box of tissues in her hand.

He looked back at Hermione. "Do you mind if I talk to Ginny alone?"

"No problem." Just as she was leaving the room, she leaned close to him and whispered, "Please don't hurt her, she's in a very fragile state."

Harry walked into the room and locked the door behind him. He leaned against the dresser and looked at her.

"Where did you go?" she asked.

"Nowhere, just walking around."

He went over to the bed and sat down next to her. She averted his gaze and began to play with a loose piece of thread on her nightgown. "If you want your space, I'll understand," she began. "I don't want you to feel like I'm suffocating you or anything."

"You're not suffocating me."

"Sometimes I feel like I am." The tears began to swell up in her eyes. "I'm beginning to feel like you don't like having me around."

"That's not true." He reached out and rubbed her shoulder. "Come on, please don't cry."

"Then how come every time I try to touch you, you move away from me? Like today, I tried holding your hand and you pushed my hand away." The tears now fell down her cheeks. "I know you still like him. That's why you ran after that guy tonight."

Harry lifted his hand to her face, wiping the tears off her cheeks with his fingers. "I like you. I'm sorry if I've been pushing you away. I've had a lot on my mind lately. I got another death threat from Volde-" he paused. "I mean You Know Who the other day."

"I didn't know that. Did you tell Dumbledore?"

"Yes. But I don't want to talk about that now." He reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out a small package, handing it to her.

Ginny opened the box and eyed the object. "Oh Harry."

"I saw you looking at it in the store window this morning, so I went back and got it for you." He took the silver ring from its box and placed it on her finger.

She lifted her hand up to the light, watching the diamond sparkle.

"I'm really sorry about what happened tonight. I didn't mean to hurt you," he said, placing his hand on top of hers. "I don't want to see you in pain cause you're a wonderful--" Ginny's mouth landed on his.

She entwined a fist in his hair, holding his head while she kissed him deeper. Her hot eager mouth held tight onto him, her tongue gliding against his.

He stood up and pulled the nightgown over her head. While he was standing, her hands went to his jeans, unzipping them and sliding them down his body.

After unhooking her bra, he brought his lips down on her mouth. She let her head fall back as his mouth trailed down her throat, before lingering on her chest.

Desperate to feel his skin, she pulled at his shirt, getting it over his head without unbuttoning it.

He pulled her panties down past her ankles, and then tossed them into the corner of the room.

As she lay on the bed, he took off his boxers. He lay next to her, enjoying the feel of her skin against his. He delayed his pleasure for as long as possible, but his desires needed to be satisfied and he eventually rolled on top of her.

He looked down at her face and at those dark brown eyes staring back at him. He squeezed his eyes shut and then opened them; those eyes were still brown.

As he began to move his body, he asked, "Am I hurting you?" His experience in making love to a girl was limited and he feared causing her pain. She didn't reply, but clung to him, her mouth slightly agape.

He kissed her lips again. Closing his eyes, he pictured himself pressed against that wall, scorching hands and lips moving against his skin, that deep voice whispering endearments in his ear. He imagined that figure kneeling before him, his mouth and lips creating such pleasure.

Harry's thrusting grew more frenzied as he became consumed by his thoughts. He was brought back to reality when he heard Ginny cry out in his ear just moments before he heaved into his own orgasm.

*****

He fumbled around in the dark room, trying to find where he had tossed his clothes. He got dressed as silently as possible, not wanting to wake her. Even though it was still early morning, he wanted to get back to his own room before everyone else awoke. He didn't want Ron to see him leaving his little sister's room.

When he got back to his room, he nearly jumped back when he saw a large black owl sitting on his bed.