Metamorous

Chapter 9 - Good Morning

Chapter 9 - Good Morning

I woke up this morning to find Draco watching me. It took me a moment to clear my eyes out, but for a second he looked almost...

"Good morning."

"Good morning." When I smile, he smiles back. And I think we're going to be okay. Keep on doing what we've been doing. All I know is that last night made me love him more, not less. But the hurting... well, I think it aches differently now.

"Wanna take a shower?" He strokes my hair gently. It's tangled, and probably pretty ratty-looking right now. Still, he wants to touch it.

"Going to join me?"

He smiles. A real smile. "I could." He kisses me gently. "I think I will."

And he does.

~~~~~~~

Harry does not look like an innocent when he sleeps. He doesn't look innocent at all. In fact, he moans. Seriously. Moans, and whimpers. Makes little noises. Moves. Twists. Innocent? Don't think so. Watching him sleep is more provocative than anything I've ever seen. He doesn't even know he's doing it. And debauched Harry has a nice look going as well. Rumpled hair, heavy eyes. If Harry weren't here, I'd be heading for a cold shower. Since he is here I get a far better deal. Harry and a hot shower.

~~~~~~~

So life goes on. Harry sleeps (and I use the term loosely) with me most nights. He talks with Ron and Hermione during the days. The Gryffindors have warmed up to the idea. At least I no longer have to worry about turning my back towards them.

More Muggle attacks. Lots of them. Most go well, but some don't. Father still manages to elude capture and injury. He tells me that Voldemort is now certain of a spy in their midst. How else would someone know of all the attacks? How ruddy ironic that he's the spy himself. I'd almost forgotten what got me into this mess in the first place. Almost. I don't think you can ever really forget something like that, but it did get pushed to the back of my mind for a while.

But like I said. Life went on as normal for about two and a half weeks. As normal as sex, studying, and spying can be. It was the end of November.

~~~~~~~

"You have got to be shitting me."

"I shit you not."

"No, seriously. You don't mean it, right?" Please, God, let me have heard that wrong...

"I'm completely, one hundred percent serious."

"No. Way."

"Harry," his voice rose pleadingly. "They all wonder why you're never down there. Well, besides when you leave in the mornings. It should be part of the effects. You have to..."

"No. Way."

"Harry..."

"Nuh-uh."

"Please..."

"No way José."

"C'mon."

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"Pretty please?"

"No."

"Pretty please with no clothes on?"

Blink. Stare. "That was not fighting fair."

He smirks. "I know."

"Fine. Fine fine fine. But you owe me. Like... owe me owe me. Ok?"

His smirk grows wider. I swear, that thing has a life of own. "Done. But you have to do it. This weekend."

I drop my head into my hands. "I can't believe I'm going to do this," I mumble. "Draco... are you sure this is absolutely necessary...?"

"Totally. And it's really not that big a thing. I mean, c'mon. I'm sure you've done it a million times in Gryffindor."

"Well, yeah. But that's with Gryffindors. Slytherins are a totally different story."

"Not all of them are bad, you know," he chides me.

"Ninety-nine percent are."

"Ninety-nine percent of the Slytherins is... well, that only leaves like one fifth of a person. There's not all that many of us."

"Well, eighty percent then." I stand up. "What were we talking about again?" Stupid short attention span.

"We were talking about you coming back down into the common room Friday night."

"Oh, right." I start to rant again. "You know what kind of things they're going to make me do? I swear Draco, this will not be pretty..."

"Idiot," he says affectionately. "If it's horrible I can always blot out your memory afterwards."

"Errr... thanks, I think." That wasn't exactly comforting.

"I'm kidding. Don't worry so much."

"Pansy will try to kill me."

"Well, there is that... but you're rather good with hexes and things, so you should be fine."

"And Blaise."

"I put up with him every day. Just for two hours, Harry, that's all I'm asking."

"I hate you. I hate all Slytherins. I hate the stupid Metamorous potion, and I really, really hate this fucking Potions homework." I jab at the book on the table.

"Would you like a little cheese to go with that whine?"

I glare at him. "Very funny Draco. How did you talk me into playing Truth or Dare with the Slytherins again?"

He sends me a very innocent look. "Something about having no clothes on?"

Twitch. "Right."

~~~~~~~

Truth or Dare was not my idea. No, it was Blaise's. Of course he *conveniently* brought it up in front of everyone in the common room. How could I say no? He's got something planned. I know it.

So. Friday night at ten. We're off the hook at midnight. And for those of you who think Truth or Dare is a kid's game, you should try playing it with a roomful of future Death Eaters. That's like teaching a kid to swim by throwing him in a pool filled with sharks. It isn't pretty. Savvy?

Harry and I study in silence. Actually study. Well, we have to do it sometime, you know. We do have the N.E.W.T.S. this year. After a few hours, we walk slowly down to the Slytherin common room. Boo-yah. Let the games begin.

~~~~~~~

Shit. Did all of Slytherin come? I've never seen this many people in the room at once. There must be forty. A bit more even. Just grin and bear it. Or maybe don't grin and just try not to run. And hold onto Draco's hand really tightly. He doesn't seem to mind.

We all sit in a circle on the floor. Whoa! The really, really cold floor. Everyone seems to be looking at me and Draco... or Blaise. Call me kooky, but I think something's rotten in the state of Slytherin.

"Here's how we play," Blaise says coolly. "Truth or Dare. If you choose Dare, you get two choices. If neither of them are to your liking, you have one pass. It can also be used on a truth. If you won't do something after that, you get to down some Veritaserum." Um... isn't Veritaserum illegal? Oh wait. For a second there I forgot where I was. "See this stone in the middle of the floor? It's a truth detector of sorts. If it turns blue, you're telling the truth. If it turns red, you're not. If you're found to be lying you also have to down Veritaserum. And we have our wicked way with you." Eww, really gross innuendo there...

"Blaise," Draco says nervously. "We've never played with Veritaserum before." Oh. Figures.

"Oh come on, Draco," he teases, dark eyes flashing. "It's all just a game, right? And everyone else has all ready agreed."

"It's fine, Draco." I send a meaningful glance in his direction. "Isn't it?"

I'll do what I have to. And if not... I can still run like hell.

~~~~~~~

Harry, you idiot! Do you have any idea what you're agreeing to?

"Right. It's fine." I discreetly glance at the clock behind me. Almost ten o'clock. "Let's get this started."

"Very well then. Draco," Blaise grins. "Truth or Dare?"

"Truth." Taking a dare this early's like taking a sucker punch to the gut.

"Have you and Harry really slept together?"

I smirk. Well, hey, can you blame me? "Yes." The truthstone glows blue.

A few hisses and giggles. This is just the warm-up. They won't get really excited until they see some blood. Not to mention that 'truth' in Slytherin is sort of a double standard. The truthstone in the middle of the floor is faulty at best. But at least Harry didn't blush. Not where anyone can see...

"Pansy." She glances up at me, surprised. Rule number one in Slytherin: Never show surprise, never show fear. "Truth or Dare?

"Truth."

"You once told me that you and Blaise 'did it'." Yet another pathetic attempt to make me jealous. Yawn. Girl needs a life. "When was that exactly?"

She blushes and looks down. "Itnverhapnd."

"What was that?"

"It never happened!" Glaring at me, her squinty little eyes narrow. She can't lie about it with Blaise in the room. "That's what I said."

I feign shock. I don't consider myself a horrible person (not all the time), but I believe firmly in retribution. An eye for an eye and all that. "Well. How... interesting." First blood.

~~~~~~~

Well, it hasn't been horrible. Most of the dares or truths are embarrassing and sly, full of innuendo. I haven't blush or stammered. Much, anyway. Draco remains infuriatingly cool, as always. Seems like they might be trying to lull us into a false sense of security. You know. That old chestnut.

"Harry." Blaise raises an eyebrow. "Truth or Dare?"

"Dare."

He grins. And it is not the kind of grin that makes you want to grin too. No, that's the kind of grin that makes you want to run screaming into the next room. I get the feeling Blaise will go places under Voldemort. There goes that feeling of false security.

"Either you proposition Snape in class tomorrow..."

I choke my laughter down. No way. That's way out of the realm of possibility.

"Or you kiss me."

Shit. Nuh uh. No way. A thousand times no. Ick. Ew. Gross. Vile! Visions of me kissing Blaise dance through my head, and believe me, they are not happy visions. Visions of me propositioning Snape are not much better. I haven't yet used my one pass. It's eleven. I use it now, there's still an hour left. But then they could spring something horrible on me...

I wince. Gonna risk it. I shoot a look to Draco. "Pass." He smirks.

There's a bit of an uprising. Blaise's smile fades. "Fine."

I give a small sigh. "Jonas." Jonas is a fifth year Slytherin. Not quite sure why he's here, especially when he seems so nice... decidedly un-Slytherinlike. Then again, as an almost Slytherin, can I point fingers? "Truth or Dare?"

"Dare."

And on and on it goes.

~~~~~~~

"Draco. Truth or Dare?"

"Dare." It would not be my best decision of the evening.

"You and Harry. Two minutes in the closet. Only there's no closet."

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I look over at Harry, who's sitting by my side. Are we gonna...?

Yeah. We are.

I reach over and grab a fistful of his hair, pulling him towards me. Play obedient little slave for a moment, okay, Harry? Remember, they think you're under my control. Don't blow this. I'll apologize later for whatever I do here.

And then he winks at me. A flirtatious, we've-got-them-all-fooled kind of wink that no one else sees. And I know it's okay. And that I won't have to apologize at all.

So I bend his head back and kiss him hungrily. I don't like having an audience. But I like having Harry. And we do have to work the whole love potion angle (*Sigh* The things I do for those Muggles). I grab his wrist with the other hand and push him down. I should probably do something about that. I've made such a habit of pushing him up against just about any surface.

He kisses me back, tongue working furiously. The hand that's free has found its way into my robe. Harry's fingers gliding over my skin, the feel of his hair in my hand, his half-lidded eyes... it's all pure sex. The man is sexy. Damn sexy. I lick my way down the line of his neck.

~~~~~~~

I've got him. Not for all times, but like this. The funny thing is, it looks like Draco is in control. But I know that if I wanted him to do something, I could get him to do it. But for right this minute - these two minutes, I'll pretend to be under his control. I'm already under him.

I move my hand lower. And lower. And lower. I brush my fingers over him, over those delicate, touchy little spots that no one else knows about. And that no one but I can see, because he's still got his robe on. I feel the hiss of his breath against the side of my face when I slip my hand down the front of his pants. I'll guarantee he wasn't expecting me to go that far.

His eyes turn paler when he's like this. The palest and brightest of silvers. Crystal. Like light shines through him. God, is he beautiful.

"Time's up." Poor Blaise. I think he's jealous.

I wink at Draco again.

~~~~~~~

Damn. I... I'm not letting go of Harry right yet. Though I might have to punish him later. I sit up and pull him onto my lap, our legs all askew. I raise an eyebrow at the look on Blaise's face, trying desperately to ignore Little Draco, who has again chosen to make an untimely appearance.

"Jocelyn."

The pretty third year glances up, eyes a bit fearful. Damn it. I hate when they look at me like that. I'll cut her a break.

"Truth or Dare?"

"Truth..."

I flash a grin. "Who's better looking? Blaise or Harry?"

She blushes and grins shyly. "Harry."

The truthstone in the center of the room glows a deep blue.

"Damn right."

~~~~~~~

Draco's lap. An interesting place to be. Well, now I'm in a playful mood. I wiggle my ass up against him. His grip on my waist tightens. Hmmm. I always have loved torturing him.

~~~~~~~

Stop. Moving. Like. That. You'd better, Harry, unless you want me to throw you down on the stone floor and take you now. Evil. You are an evil, evil man.

~~~~~~~

Time passes. Blaise has decided to leave us alone for a while, apparently. Then it's Pansy's turn. She looks at me slyly, and I know something's up.

"Harry. Truth or Dare?"

"Dare." Truth isn't really an option, what with that stupid stone. Can't take any risks. What if they ask me about Draco, Voldemort, the Order...? The list of what I can't talk about goes on and on.

She grins. Cattily. "Either take off your pants..." Hisses of approval... "Or you take off your shirt and kiss Blaise."

Or run. Running should definitely be an option! But it's not. It's not an option. And I know it's not such a big deal... well, not really. Compared to some other dares I could think of. Compared to some of the things they've made others do. But Pansy and Blaise know just what buttons to push, don't they? I'm very shy, okay? I spent the first half of my life in a freakin' cupboard. Don't you think that left some psychological effects? Despite the fact that I always seem to be in the spotlight, I'd rather be in the background. So getting half-naked in front of a roomful of people, even if it's only the top half, bugs me. Not to mention it's not just any people. It's fucking Slytherins! And there's fifteen minutes left. Fifteen fucking minutes that are going to seem like an eternity. And kissing Blaise?!

Well, if I do it, it's definitely the shirt, even with kissing Blaise. Not the pants. Nuh uh. I don't think so.

Is there a way out of this? I turn my gaze up towards Draco, the obedient, inquiring little pet. He moves his head slightly.

Fine then.

I slide off Draco's lap and push my robe off my shoulders. Feeling my face move into a bit of a scowl, I pull my shirt over my head quickly. Who cares anymore? Damn it. This doesn't affect me. Why should I care that I'm standing half-naked in front of a room full of Slytherins? What difference does it make that I'm now the fodder for their dirty minds for the rest of the week? Not to mention it's fucking cold in here. God knows Blaise will get off on this. Doesn't matter. Makes no difference. I mean, I shouldn't feel like a bargaining chip, or a high-class whore or anything. Sure Draco, whenever you tell me, I'll take off my clothes. How is it that he makes me feel so good and so low at the same time? I'm glowering. I know it. Glower, glower, glower. Even the word sounds pouty. How did Draco talk me into this again? Grrr...

~~~~~~~

Oh. My. God. Oh my. God. He is verra verra good looking when he's pissed off. Verra. Is there a reason I never noticed this before? Well, too awfully much... Oh my god. Holy, fucking, bloody hell. I have never, ever, ever wanted to jump him more than at this moment. He pulled the shirt off like... whoa... and muscles rippling... and nice muscles - did I ever mention that Quidditch is a good workout? - and the tousled hair... and the pouting look.... and... and... where have all my brain cells gone? I should piss him off more often. Make-up sex... make-up sex is a good thing. A verra verra good thing.

But as he rises to walk across the room my stomach sinks. Blaise. I don't want him touching Harry, not at all. My hand curls up into a tight fist at my side. Why...

~~~~~~~

I stalk over to where Blaise is sitting. Aware that everyone is watching me and trying desperately not to blink, I do what I probably shouldn't even have thought about doing. Instead of giving Blaise the pigeon peck everyone is expecting, I bend over and grab onto him fiercely, and I kiss him.

Just when I thought my life couldn't get anymore Twilight Zone.

I taste his shock, his surprise. His satisfaction. Something else I don't want to identify. I break off the kiss as he tries to shove his tongue into my mouth. Don't think so. Already I feel like I need to wash my mouth out. With acid, preferably.

The Slytherins crow and laugh as I stand up. "There. The first kiss you'll ever get from me. And the last."

His face flickers with something like regret, and something like rage. Uh. I walk back over towards Draco. Without a word he hands me a Chocolate Frog. And winks.

Fuck. Just when I think I'm sure he feels nothing, he has to do something that keeps me guessing. Times like right then I love him more than before. Anger melting, I sit down in his lap, his arms wrapping around me immediately. Mmm. Body heat. Very nice 'cause it is really cold down here. I shiver and lean into Draco. He laughs.

"Cold?"

"Fucking freezing." I tilt my head back and stare into his face. "Warm me up?"

Without a word he begins to caress me, hands slowly moving from chest to stomach to hips and back again. I shiver and this time not from the cold. I know I've mention how talented his hands are before. Warm, and slightly callused from Quidditch. I rest my head on his shoulder with a little sigh. I don't care if anyone's watching. Feels too damn nice.

The next fifteen minutes are a blur. There are way more people checking me out than's comfortable. And I do not look at Blaise directly. Something tells me I really don't want to. He's probably plotting his own evil revenge.

The clock starts to strike, breaking Goyle off mid-sentence.

Finally. I am out of here!

"Well, everybody," I laugh. "I guess that's all for tonight." I stand up slowly, stretching as I go. I grab my shirt as I head for the door. But not before I flash the biggest smile possible at the room.

"It's been fun."

~~~~~~~

I'm not sure whether to laugh or cry. I think I've created a monster.

Good thing I know my way around the dungeons a hell of a lot better than he does. I blindside him in the hallway. What is it about him that always makes me slam him up against a wall and kiss him? Which I do. Hard.

~~~~~~~

Oh God. Oh God oh God oh God oh...

"Draco!"

It's just so much fun to tease him. Not that I didn't have the intention of following through, mind you. I just wanted to let him simmer for a little while.

And now he has me pinned to the wall, legs spread and back arched up. I haven't put my shirt back on, and the stone wall's cold. As cold as Draco is warm. As Draco's mouth is hot. I scratch him. Hard enough to leave a mark, but never to break the skin. Never to scar him. That's... that stays. That means something. And right now all I am is a scratch. A mark that's soon to fade, something that's soon to pass.

~~~~~~~

"Draco..."

The only thing we ever say our each other's name. No cries or murmurs of 'there', 'faster', 'slower', nothing like that. We know. Each of us knows what the other wants. We know where to kiss and where to bite, when to move slowly and when to move fast, and what to do and where. I know he likes fast kisses. Slow ones more. He hates when I touch his scar but loves when I kiss the underside of his jaw. He doesn't like to do anything where anyone can see us but nearly came out of his skin when we did it in the broom closet after the Ravenclaw-Hufflepuff match. But I don't know his favorite color, or what kind of music he likes. What his middle name is. If he even has one. I know he has his father's hair and his mother's eyes, in but only because my father told me. I don't know if he likes butterbeer. What he wants to do when he leaves school. What he's thinking about when he spaces off in the middle of class. What his sign is. All those mundane, slightly inane couple things. So it really stands to reason I shouldn't know. But I want to.

"I saw them... all staring at you..."

"I sort of noticed," he gasps.

"They wanted you. All of them... but... they can't have you. You're too beautiful... too good for them, Harry. You're mine."

"Yours," he breathes, and this time I know I hear it. Mine. Just this way. Always this way. Any way. Mine.

"You're so beautiful Harry. So goddamn beautiful." And then I proceed to show him how beautiful he really is.

~~~~~~~

The look on Draco's face was worth all that I had gone through that evening. When he began to pull my pants off of me -

"Harry! You weren't wearing any underwear?!"

I laugh against him. "Why else would I have kissed Blaise? Everyone staring at my chest I can handle, but other parts are for your eyes only. Besides, I knew you'd like it."

He groans and pushes me up against the wall with renewed force. I curse breathlessly, wrapping my legs around his. Don't know how much longer I can last. Draco seems to know it too.

"Oh fuck," he breathes, reaching for my hand. "C'mon." I'm trying to walk after him, really I am, but my hands cling to his body of their own regard. Just don't want to let go. And running down the halls of the dungeon hallway half-naked, that's something I definitely never thought I'd do...

I'm still not sure how we made it back to Draco's room. Another great mystery of the universe. But we did. And even to the bed too. Now we lie there, panting and sweaty and very loose feeling. I brush the hair off Draco's face.

"God," he says breathlessly. His heart's pounding so fast I can barely tell the beats apart.

"Why thank you," I remark dryly. "But no. I'm Harry. Remember, me, Harry?"

"Like you're something I could forget."

That's a new one. Stupid warm and fuzzy feelings. I reach down and pull the blankets overtop of us.

"I'm staying here tonight, 'kay?"

"Mhmm," he mumbles, wrapping the blankets a little tighter around himself.

"Guess you wore yourself out," I say quietly, sliding my arms around him.

His eyes pop back open. "Well I wouldn't say that..."

It's really funny how his energy seems to come back all at once like that.

~~~~~~~

The next morning I wake up still wrapped in Harry's arms. It's... nice. Not just sharing a bed, not just sharing a space. Sharing each other. And I know that what I feel for him doesn't boil down to just sex. But if it's yes or no, why not yes?