The Wrong Moment

The Wrong Moment

Chapter One - Draco’s Surprise

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“Don’t mind me then. I’ll just be leaving.”

“Mmm …. See you later, Harry,” Ron mumbled while Hermione waved goodbye. Harry scowled as he closed the portrait. It was his Common Room, not theirs, not anybody else’s. So, why did they feel the need to go in there, only to kick Harry out so that they could snog? Hermione had her own private chambers, being Head Girl.

Kicking a non-existent rock out of the way in frustration, Harry decided to find out why they needed to use his Head Boy chambers to get off with each other. The entrance to the Head Girl’s chambers was only a few feet away from his own entrance, so he walked up to it, sweet talked the elderly witch and was gained entrance. Hermione never gave out her password to anybody, not even Ron. So, the Head Boy was forced to use flirting techniques (if he even had any) against the portrait.

As soon as Harry set foot inside, he tripped and fell onto his face. Looking around from his view up from the floor, he could see why Hermione never let them in. There were books strewn all over the place. They were on the floor, on the chairs, and on the tables. Unfinished homework assignments were also stacked in more orderly piles, though they were also strewn all about. Harry gaped in awe. He had never known Hermione to be such a slob. Especially when it came to school work. All the books also made him wonder how in the world she had managed to bring all of them from home.

Shaking his head in disbelief and anger, at having been kicked out of his chambers because of this mess, Harry turned to go. Just as he was reaching to push the door open, it opened seemingly by itself to admit a rather flushed Hermione. She stopped in her tracks and stared at him.

“What are you doing in my chambers?” she shrieked when she came to her senses.

“Finding out why the hell you and Ron have to kick me out of my chambers when you want to get off. Clean up this mess and then stay the out of my room, unless of course, it’s to actually see me. I’m sick of having to find something to do.”

“I can’t believe you broke in here! How did you know my password?” Hermione yelled, completely missing what Harry said.

“I flirted with your portrait. Please, move, Hermione,” Harry sighed. “I want to get out of this sty.”

Hermione moved obediently for Harry to step out but then grabbed his arm. “Don’t come in my rooms again unless I ask you to. I mean... well, at least until I get this place cleaned up.”

Harry looked at her with a raised eyebrow. “What? At least I’m not going in there to make out with my girlfriend. You do know that there is a degree of cleanliness that needs to be kept here? As Head Girl, you should know this, Hermione.”

“I know! I’m sorry too. But I’ve just been so stressed lately. I’ve been doing all those N.E.W.T practice exams, plus all the teachers are loading on all this homework. I just haven’t had time to clean.”

“Hermione, maybe you should either lay back on the N.E.W.T’s for a while, or lay back on Ron. It’s only two weeks into the year. And I’m sure Ron wouldn’t mind leaving you alone for one night so that you can get your room together. Tell him that it’s for the benefit of your sex life or something. Then you won’t have to come into my rooms and bother to kick me out.”

“Fine. I’ll ask Ron to give me a night off.... starting tomorrow. Can we please use your rooms this one last night?”

Harry gave a deep sigh. “Fine! But if there are any signs of what you have been doing, you are to clean it up. I’m not going to sit in Ron’s... ugh” He shuddered at the thought. “My bedroom is off limits.”

“Duly noted. Thank you so much, Harry! You’re the best!”

“I know. I’ll be checking on your room in two nights. It had better be clean by then.”

“Since when did you become such a stickler with the rules?” Hermione joked.

“Since my best friends started to get off in my rooms. Now go.” Harry pointed to the door. “I have homework to do tonight still.”

Hermione nodded and disappeared into her chambers and Harry walked away shaking his head. “I don’t even want to know,” he muttered to himself. Harry moved slowly through the hallways, having no particular place in mind to go to. This was how it had been since the beginning of the trio’s seventh year, two weeks prior to this night. From the second night on, Ron and Hermione had come into Harry’s private sitting room to kick him out so that they could snog. The routine for Harry was to walk around the castle by himself, pretending to be on the lookout for anybody after curfew if he were to run into Filch or one of the teachers. He knew he had an Invisibility Cloak, but he no longer liked to use it as much. It felt stifling and hiding didn’t seem appealing anymore. So, his excuses to Filch worked for the most part, but Harry suspected that Snape didn’t believe it. Even if he really didn’t believe it, Harry knew that Snape wouldn’t do anything. Snape was now in debt to Harry because he had saved his Potions Master the previous year. That little known fact could not be doing very well for his anger management towards anybody named Potter.

For the most part, Harry tried not to think of anything that had happened the previous year. Voldemort had been destroyed by none other than the Boy Who Lived in May, and the wizarding world was slowly returning to normal. After it had happened, Ron had confessed how he felt to Hermione and they had been inseparable ever since. Seeing them together made Harry undeniably happy. He had been waiting for it to happen ever since the Yule Ball in fourth year, but Ron had been too thick headed to see that Hermione felt the same way about him as he did about her. But it also made him a little sad.

In his entire life, Harry had been in only two relationships. Neither of which turned out very well. In fifth year, Cho had come to him for a shoulder to cry on, and inevitably, the friendship they had forged turned into something more. That relationship ended two months later, with Cho telling Harry that they shouldn’t be together because she was just on the rebound. Harry had agreed wholeheartedly because Cho would speak of nothing but Cedric, and even had moaned his name while in the middle of a heated snogging session. That had been the end of their relationship.

In sixth year, Harry and Ginny became closer and started a relationship. Ginny was a pretty, and reliable girl, but while he was with her, he felt smothered. She would dote on him constantly and delve into every secret that he had. At first, Harry had been afraid to break it off with her because he thought that Ron would kill him. But then Ron had come to Harry and told him to break it off because if he didn’t, then he would kill him. Ron’s reasoning was because he could see that Harry didn’t care for Ginny and that his sister might be hurt badly if a stalemate relationship went on for too long.

Harry had hugged Ron that day.

So now, in Harry’s seventh year, he had virtually nobody. Most everybody of Harry’s close friends was paired off and quite happy. Neville had asked Ginny out, Dean was with a Ravenclaw girl, and Seamus was with Lavender. It left Harry in a state of loneliness. There was really nothing he could do about it either, he just wasn’t interested in anybody anymore.

Breaking out of his depressing thoughts, the Gryffindor looked around his surroundings to see where he was. He repressed a groan when he found that he was in Slytherin territory now. Turning around, Harry began walking in the opposite direction, and immediately fell back into his thoughts. Though they didn’t take the same turn as they had before. This time, they fell on the Slytherins and how they managed to sleep in the coldest place of the castle, year round. It had to be pretty drafty come winter time.

Harry turned a corner.

“Wi...with Harry!” exclaimed a voice.

Before Harry even had time to look up to see the person who had yelled his name, rough hands grabbed the front of his robes and pulled him into a violent kiss. The person forced their wet tongue into his mouth, moving over and under his own, trying to get Harry to respond.

The only way Harry’s brain was responding though was, ‘get this git off me!’ He pushed the person off of him and gasped in surprise.

“Malfoy? What the hell are you doing?”

***

Draco groaned audibly as the wall that served as an entrance opened up to admit Pansy Parkinson and her gang of Slytherin girls. The blonde slid lower in his seat, hoping that the pug faced girl wouldn’t notice that he was there. He got Crabbe and Goyle’s attention, and motioned for them to distract Pansy so that he could make a clean getaway. Unfortunately, the boys were a bit too dim and didn’t catch on right away. Right as they finally got it and were standing up, Pansy’s ‘Draco Sensor’ went off and she started squealing with joy.

“Oh, Draccy! (Oh, the nickname alone tells me Pansy’s up to no good!) I was hoping I’d find you in here,” she exclaimed as she sat on the chair of Draco’s chair and began to run her mannish fingers up his arm.

“Why, so you could manhandle me?”

“Well, that wouldn’t be so bad, would it?” she asked, putting on what she obviously thought was a seductive voice. Her hand traced lower until with a final pounce, she squeezed Draco’s crotch, causing it to jump slightly. Draco batted her away and stood up.

“God, Pansy. Hands off the merchandise. If I wanted you to touch me, I would have let you years ago. Stay away from me!”

“Oh, you’re just playing hard to get, Draccy. I know you really want me. You did take me to the Yule Ball a few years ago.”

“That was in hopes that you would leave me alone, but obviously, it didn’t work. I hate to cut this short, but I need to go. Don’t follow me.”

Draco quickly ran from the Common Room, hoping that one day, she’d take the hint and leave him be. But no matter how obvious the hints were, the harder she’d try. Pansy had successfully driven off any women from Draco’s life since fourth year. She had been spying on Draco at one point in fifth year, and had caught him seriously snogging a sixth year girl from Ravenclaw. Pansy had been so upset that she had hexed the girl with an eye hex. She had ended up in the hospital wing, blind and scarred eyes for two weeks. It was the end of the relationship before it really even started. The next three girls went basically the same way. Pansy had acquired spies throughout the school and was told of anybody who was pursuing Draco or was already with him. It was now a known fact that Draco Malfoy was off limits to anybody. His love life had been successfully stopped as of October 24th, 1996, his sixth year at Hogwarts.

Draco was extremely horny. Even Pansy’s touch was enough to get him aroused nowadays, when before it did absolutely nothing for him. Draco made it a habit to wander out in the hallways late at night when Pansy would return to the Common Room. So far, Pansy had been smart enough not to follow him. Thinking it wise to get out of the dungeons altogether, Draco started to head in the direction of the entrance hall. Just down the long hallway from him, he could see the stairs that led there, and he let out a sigh of relief.

“Draccy!”

“Oh shit,” Draco groaned, not bothering to keep his voice down. If the Pansy-bitch didn’t know that he didn’t want her by now, then she had a severe mental handicap.

“Draccy! Wait up! I need to talk to you alone.”

Draco spun on the spot and glared at the blonde girl coming towards him. “What is it, Pansy? I thought I told you not to follow me.”

“I know. I just...” She stopped and her eyes started to fill with tears. Great. Just what I need. A bloody waterfall to start. I don’t need a guilt trip.

“It’s just… I don’t understand.”

“What don’t you understand?”

“Why don’t you like me? I’ve tried everything possible to get you to feel something for me, but nothing works.” She sniffled louder.

“Well then maybe that’s your problem. You’re trying too hard. Or maybe it’s the fact that you keep pushing away all girls. If you would just let me get some meaningless sex out of the way, maybe I’d finally realise just how pretty you are, and want you to be my girlfriend. Pushing the competition away isn’t going to help you any, Pansy.”

Her face lit up with hope and she threw her arms around his neck. “So, I have a chance?”

“Not in the slightest. Get off me! I was just trying to soften the blow. I don’t think you’re pretty. I don’t like your personality, I don’t like how slutty you are, and Pansy? I just don’t like you. Now, get away from me.”

“But... that can’t be the reason you don’t like me!” Draco rolled his eyes.

“Okay, you want to know that truth?”

“Yes.”

“I’m already in love with somebody else. I was just going to meet-”

“How could you possibly be in love with somebody else?” Pansy interrupted hysterically. “I’ve made absolutely certain that nobody gets you. I have spies in every house. Even Gryffindor!”

“Well, obviously, we’ve been extremely tight lipped about our relationship,” Draco smirked.

“Who is she? I swear I’ll-”

“Oh, that’ll really improve your chances at winning me over. Ripping apart the person I love? Smart Pansy, real smart.”

“Who are you in love with then?” she demanded, finally calming down, though now her cheeks were puffy and wet with tears.

Draco looked frantically around, trying to think of somebody he could talk to later. Footsteps were coming closer to them and Draco prayed that it wasn’t a teacher. He’d take whoever it was if it wasn’t Snape, or McGonagall... or Dumbledore... or Weasley. Hell, he was really hard pressed for somebody good to come along. Shit! Draco thought to himself once Harry Potter came into the light. Please don’t hex me into oblivion.

“Wi... with Harry!” he cried, and then lunged for Harry, taking him into a bruising kiss. Draco opened his eyes slightly as he forcefully shoved his tongue in the Gryffindor’s mouth, and found that the green eyes were open in shock, obviously not comprehending who the person kissing him was. Quite suddenly, Harry pushed the Slytherin away and Draco watched as the eyes widened in horror.

“Malfoy? What the hell are you doing?”

Draco stepped towards him again and lowered his voice to a pleading whisper. Something he hoped to never have to do again. “Please, play along! I have to get her off my back.”

“Draco? Why does Potter look so horrified if you two really are in love?”

“In l- ” Harry started before Draco covered his mouth with his hand, muffling the words.

“Well, Pansy. We’ve decided to keep our relationship a secret. I mean, being gay is one thing, but being the Boy Who Lived and gay at the same time is a completely different thing. Plus there was you and your insane need to keep me away from everybody I might like to shag. We decided that whenever something like this happens, Harry would act like he was disgusted with me for kissing him. You see?” Draco gave her a winning smile.

“I think so,” Pansy said slowly. “But I don’t really believe it.”

Draco turned to look at Harry with pleading silver eyes. “Please, Harry. Please, can you make her see that we really are in love? Please?” He added in an undertone, “You will be compensated for any horror inflicted upon you.” Draco watched as the emerald eyes turned from confusion, anger, resentment, pity, then acquiescent. Harry nodded at last and Draco took his hand from his mouth.

Harry looked at Pansy with eyes that to Draco, clearly said just how much he was sorry for loving Draco. He inwardly applauded Harry for his acting skills. “Pansy... it’s true.” Harry swallowed. “Draco and I are in love. After I defeated Voldemort last year, I decided that I couldn’t go on living another day without at least telling him how I felt about him, even if he didn’t return the feelings. I realised that I could die at any time, and I had to live each day to the fullest. Telling Draco was something I had to do.”

“I... I don’t believe you,” Pansy choked out, bringing a wide hand to cover her mouth from more sobs.

Harry turned to Draco and he saw the hesitation in the Gryffindor’s eyes before Harry’s mouth descended upon his own. Draco’s mouth fell open under Harry’s encouraging tongue, and they began a battle that was entirely new to them, at least together it was. Draco was planning on faking a moan, but to his surprise, he didn’t need to. One escaped his mouth as Harry twined his fingers into his fine, blond hair. Harry took this as encouragement and moved down to Draco’s neck, where he started to kiss and leave bite marks. Draco threw his head back and moaned again. Faintly, Draco wondered where Harry had learned to be such a good kisser. He certainly didn’t look the part, with his large glasses, and messy hair. Of course, Draco had never really wondered before if Harry was a good kisser. It now seemed like a good time to wonder why he was.

A loud sob came from beside them, and Pansy ran past them pushing Draco into Harry’s body. Draco’s eyes flew open as Harry’s mouth stopped what it was doing, though they remained in contact with Draco’s milky skin. The reason for the sudden cease in movement, was not Pansy’s departure, for that was completely forgotten, it was Draco’s erection that was now pressed against Harry’s thigh. Draco looked down the hall and found that Pansy was now gone and pushed Harry away.

“Oh, god,” he muttered. “I’m... I’m not gay. It’s just... Pansy...”

Draco watched as Harry slowly shook his head and slid down the wall to sit on the floor. “Don’t worry about it. It’s been a while for me too,” Harry said, gesturing to his own trousers that were currently looking a bit small. “Except you have an excuse. I’m just pathetic and not interested in anybody.”

Draco slowly sat down beside Harry. “Well, I’m not actually interested in anybody either. I would take anything that walks on two legs right now. Except Pansy, of course.” Draco smirked. Harry laughed a little and ran a hand through his messy hair.

“God, I’m going to kill Ron and Hermione.”

“Why?”

“We wouldn’t be in this situation right now if they weren’t so insistent on using my chambers to get off with each other.”

“Doesn’t Granger have her own chambers now?”

“Yes. They’re a complete mess and I’m guessing have been since we moved back here a couple weeks ago, because it’s a nightly ritual to go for a walk when they come to my rooms.”

“Mental images Potter. Stop. Now.”

“Please. You don’t have to see the real thing.”

Draco chuckled softly and leaned his head back onto the stone wall. “Erm ... thanks for helping me,” he said with difficulty. “I realise that you could have just told me to sod off, take about a hundred points from Slytherin and gone away. It was... nice of you.”

“Well, I wouldn’t be a very good Head Boy if I didn’t help out the students, now would I?”

“I suppose not,” Draco said with a small smile.

“It’s just... we won’t have to make this a regular occurrence, will we?”

“Merlin, no! This was a one time thing, and will never happen ever again. I promise you. So, how much did you want?”

“Want? Want what?”

“Money. I told you there would be compensation.”

“If I was horrified.”

“Well, weren’t you?”

“I have to say I was a little surprised to feel your…erm ... sticking into my thigh, but I was in the same situation, only I missed.”

Draco’s cheeks burned but dug his hands into his pockets. “All the same. I think you…erm ... provided me a service. Figuratively speaking of course. You should take some money for it.”

“Don’t make me sound like such a whore, Malfoy. I was just helping you out for once. I don’t need to be paid. I’ll just consider it my good deed for the week and you should feel special that my good deed was for you. Leave it at that.” Harry stood up and wiped off his robes. “I should probably go. Ron and Hermione are probably done now. I... I’ll see you around then, Malfoy.” To Draco’s complete surprise, Harry offered his hand, which hesitantly, he took and was helped to his feet.

“You should probably go back to your Common Room. Pansy is probably in her room crying. And I won’t take off any points tonight. Just don’t let me run into you again.” The two smiled a bit shyly at each other, bid final goodnights and left each other’s company. Just as both were rounding different corners, they muttered the same thing under their breath.

“Bloody Potter.”

“Bloody Malfoy.”

Both continued on their way, oblivious.