Blackmail

"Blackmail"

Harry sat at breakfast one morning, absently eating his breakfast and gazing into space. He jerked out of his muse as he noticed a large barn owl swooped down from the rafters. It seemed to be heading towards the Gryffindor table, and Ron looked up in surprise.

"The mail isn’t due for another 15 minutes," he said curiously. "I wonder what this is."

Harry shrugged and continued staring up at the owl. He didn’t notice that, two tables away, Draco Malfoy saw the owl also. He didn’t see Draco taking out his wand and muttering a quick spell. But he did see the barn owl suddenly change direction, and fly towards the Slytherin table, where it landed on Draco’s arm.

Ron frowned. "Guess the letter’s not for us, after all."

"Guess not," Harry said disappointedly. "I’ve been expecting a reply from Sirius for a while now."

Over at the Slytherin table, Draco opened the envelope carefully, and took out the letter. He scanned it quickly, and broke into a wide grin.

* * *

After breakfast, Harry walked down the hall to his Charms class alone. Hermione and Ron had finished breakfast before he, so they left early. As he rounded a bend, a dark figure suddenly flew into him, shoving him into an empty classroom. Harry’s mind barely registered the sound of a door slamming shut and a flash of silvery hair.

"Malfoy, what-? Ergh…" Harry’s cry ended in a low gurgling noise as Draco roughly shoved him against the wall of the empty classroom. "What the hell?"

"Shut up, Potter," Draco growled, his face inches away from Harry’s. "You talk…" he drew his head closer. "Way too…" his voice lowered and his lips were now just millimeters from Harry’s. "Much," he finished in a whisper. His eyes narrowed and he pressed his cold lips fiercely against Harry’s.

Harry’s emerald eyes widened in shock as he struggled to free himself, but Draco had his wrists pinned against his sides, and body pressed tightly against him. All in all, Harry was effectively rendered immobile. He opened his mouth to protest, and Draco took that opportunity to shove his tongue into Harry’s mouth, running it along his teeth and gums.

Harry jerked his head from side to side, frantically trying to get loose. He finally did the only thing someone could do in his position. He kneed Draco in a certain place. Hard.

"ARGH!" Draco cried as he sprang back, squeezing his eyes shut and holding his crotch.

Harry ran for the door. Locked. As he was fumbling for his wand, Draco recovered and rushed angrily at Harry, banging him back against the wall. "Listen, Malfoy," he said desperately, his eyes wild. "I don’t know what the hell you think you’re playing at, but just leave me out of it!"

"Oh, but you’re the whole reason for this," Draco said smoothly, his clear grey eyes glinting ominiously. "You see, Potter, I seemed to have found out a certain something about you… pertaining to one Sirius Black."

Harry gasped. "That letter at breakfast…"

Draco laughed. "Yes, that letter was for you. I just couldn’t resist intercepting it. And to my great fortune, it was from dear Sirius Black. Now I know that he’s you’re godfather. I know that he is still alive." He leaned forward and whispered, "I know where he is. And I won’t hesitate to tell my father."

"You…you…" Harry stammered. "You wouldn’t."

Draco laughed lightly, his breath hot against Harry’s face. "Try me."

"You bastard," he spat venomously.

"However," he continued, ignoring that last remark. "You seem to have something I want. And if you give me that something, I’ll keep silent."

Blackmail. Harry swallowed hard. "And what do you want, Malfoy?"

"You," he said huskily, capturing Harry’s lips once more with his own. Harry gasped and trembled against the other boy. A flurry of thoughts swirled through his brain as Draco deepened the kiss, hands tangled in Harry’s messy hair. Thoughts like: Why is he doing this? This is disgusting! He’s one of my worst enemies and he’s kissing me?! But then another, unruly thought went through his head as Draco trailed a hand lightly down his side, and over his chest, leaving tingling skin in its wake. This isn’t so bad, really…

Harry’s eyes snapped open at that thought. No, no, no! This is wrong! He gathered his strength and pushed Draco away from him. Draco stumbled back and stared at him, as both boys tried to catch their breaths.

"So what’s it going to be, Potter?" he whispered dangerously.

Harry wiped the sweat away from his brow with a trembling hand, and unconsciously ran his tongue along his lips, still able to taste Draco’s mouth. He tasted of mint and chocolate. He stared into Draco’s cold eyes, trying to find some way out of this. Emerald eyes bored into silver eyes. Silver eyes that showed hate, and passion, and… and… and desire, Harry realized. He blinked in astonishment. No, no, he couldn’t… feel that way about me!

…Could he?

"Why are you doing this?" Harry eventually croaked out.

Draco smirked at him. "I told you, already. So that you can have the chance to save your precious godfather."

He shook his head impatiently. "Not that." He gestured. "This."

His smirk faltered slightly, but he straightened up and glared coldly at Harry. "You should know better by now, Potter, than to ask stupid questions. Why does anyone do anything? I’m doing this because I can. Now what’s it going to be?" he repeated.

Harry didn’t know why he said it. The excuse he gave himself was that the only reason he did said it was so that his godfather could be safe. Or maybe, despite his fears, he said it because he felt something for Draco. He didn’t know what, specifically, but something. Or maybe it was simply because he was curious. But that doesn’t matter. The only thing that matters is the fact that he took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and heard his voice saying, "Alright. I’ll do it."

He opened his eyes to see Draco grinning evilly at him. "I knew you’d see things my way."

Harry backed up against the wall nervously as Draco approached him. As Draco loomed ever closer, Harry closed his eyes, anticipating the touch of Draco’s mouth on his.

Nothing.

Harry opened his eyes in confusion and stared at him.

"Potter," he said, his face just centimeters away from Harry’s.

"Yes?" he whispered throatily.

"Kiss me."

Harry gulped and slowly brought his mouth up to meet Draco’s lips. Oh god, Draco’s lips… they felt wonderful on his mouth… they weren’t cold like they were originally, like Harry thought they would be. They were warm. Warm and soft. And… oh god… I’m actually enjoying this.

Harry hesitantly wrapped one arm around Draco’s waist, and brought the other up to gently run along his cheekbone. Draco pulled back in surprise as he felt Harry’s light touch.

His grin broadened. "My, my, this is going to fun, isn’t it…"