All's Fair

Chapter Fourteen

"H-Harry?" Draco whispered, cradling the boy in his arms. "Wake up!" He shook him. "Why won't you wake up? Please, I'm sorry, I didn't mean... please wake up..."

Draco felt large hands prising Harry away from him, and looked up to see Hagrid looking down at him with concern.

"I'll take 'im, he'll be alrigh'."

Without waiting for a response, the half giant scooped up the unconscious youth and set off at a run towards the castle. Draco stared after him in a shocked daze.

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Images swam before his eyes. A giant pair of flying underpants, a line of dancing purple tortoises, waves of snake tongues tickling his face, two wide grey eyes...

The train of pictures began to slow, and Harry eventually realised that he could open his eyes.

For some reason, there was still a giant purple tortoise in his direct line of sight. A strange brown fuzz did something to it, and it changed with a pop into a strange red fuzz.

"Harry!" shrieked the brown fuzz after a moment. "You're awake!"

"That stuff still tastes foul," complained the red fuzz.

"Stop complaining, Ron. Your best friend just came back from the brink of death and all you can do is complain about your medicine."

Harry contemplated the blobs for a moment, then had the bright idea of reaching for his glasses. The fuzzes morphed into Ron and Hermione, and he smiled.

"What happened?" he asked.

"Well, from what I gather, Malfoy said something to you, you jumped, and the venomous head of the Runespoor bit you."

Harry flushed, remembering now what Draco had told him.

"What then?"

"Well," said Hermione, "Malfoy caught you, then Hagrid took you off him and brought you up here. Just in time, according to Madam Pomfrey. Any later, and she may not have been able to administer the antidote in time."

Harry, however, had not been listening to very much of the explanation. "He caught me?"

Hermione grinned. "Yes. Draco Malfoy, your knight in shining armour."

Harry shot her a stare, nodding his head subtly towards Ron who had been far too busy picking at his purple blotches to actually listen to anything that either of them had been saying.

"Do you...?"

Hermione smirked. "Of course I know, it was obvious really."

Harry blushed again, but was really rather relieved that at least one of his friends knew and did not really appear to mind about his and Draco's rather peculiar relationship. "Oh hush, you," he smiled.

Draco caught me...

"Anyway," said Hermione briskly. "It's actually rather late, I think that now you're alright I'm going to go to bed."

"Do you think I can leave, too?"

"Don't be stupid. You and Ronald both need to stay here at least another night," replied Madam Pomfrey, bustling in. "Nice to see you're awake, Harry. How do you feel?"

"But my changes have all but stopped!" whined Ron.

"Yes, all but. I'm keeping you here until we can remove the 'but.' Harry?"

"Oh I'm okay really," grinned Harry as he watched the sulking Ron head back to bed. "G'night."

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Harry woke with a start, looking around frantically for the reason why.

"Harry?" a voice whispered.

"W- who's there?" he replied warily.

Harry listened to the sound of two feet padding towards him, then heard the rasp of the curtains around his bed being pulled back.

Moonlight was reflected for a moment off of white-blond hair.

"Draco?"

Bedsprings creaked as Draco sat down next to Harry, who obligingly sat up.

"Harry, are you alright?"

"Oh, yeah," said Harry slightly uncomfortably. "I'm fine."

There was a long pause. Suddenly Draco burst out, "Harry, I'm really sorry. For everything. I never meant it to work out like this."

"I know, it's fine," said Harry comfortingly. He thought for a moment.

Was it fine? Could he just forgive Draco for all that he had done to him?

It did not take long for his mind to decide that in spite of everything that had happened over the last few days, weeks, years even, now that Draco was sitting here with him apologising, that actually, yes he could.

"Really, it is. I forgive you."

He heard a loud exhalation. "Really?"

Harry smiled. "Really really."

There was another (albeit slightly more comfortable) silence.

"I never wanted you to take the potion that night anyway," Draco said eventually.

"Huh?" asked Harry, completely lost.

Draco froze. I'm trying to be honest, he thought to himself. I may as well do it properly.

"I didn't want you to take the love potion."

Harry leant forward, apparently not even realising how lovely the moonlight playing on his face made him look. "Why?"

Does Harry really not know, or does he just want me to say it out loud? Well, I suppose I probably owe it to him.

"Because, Harry," he whispered, "I don't want you to be smitten with anyone but me." And then he leant forward and captured the stunned boy's lips with his own.

Wow. Draco is kissing me. Draco Malfoy is kissing me, and not hexing me or trying to hurt me.

And he wants me to be smitten with him.

Score!

Draco pulled back. "Are you alright, Harry? Did I do something wrong?"

Damn, I forgot to kiss him back. Dumbass, Harry, you are a dumbass.

Harry grinned and leant forward to kiss Draco again, wrapping his arms around him and running a tentative tongue along his lower lip.

Draco deepened the kiss in response, running his hands down Harry's back and over his chest, pushing him backwards to lie down on the bed. Harry groaned in appreciation as he felt Draco sliding a hand under his pyjama top to toy alternately with his nipples, and arched upwards into him.

Draco, being as inexperienced in this area, was not quite sure what Harry was trying to tell him. "Did I do something wrong?"

"Well you have now! For heaven's sake carry on, Draco!"

Draco smiled and pushed Harry's top up further, planting kisses just above his navel. "You," kiss, "are," kiss, "so," kiss, "demanding," kiss, "sometimes."

He moved further upwards to suck at one of Harry's hard nipples again. "I rather like it," he added slyly. Harry just moaned in response, and arched up again to let Draco feel the sizable erection he was now sporting. Draco grinned and teasingly began to walk his fingers lower down Harry's torso...

"Oh gods, my eyes! My poor, poor eyes!"

Harry immediately jumped away from Draco to see only a fuzzy blur. He the blond off him and fumbled for his glasses, feeling Draco move to sit up beside him.

When he was able to see properly again, two very shocked blue eyes met his own.

Ron looked at Harry, then at Draco. He rolled his eyes, and sat down on the bed. Then he jumped up again, looking at the bed in horror as if wondering (or trying not to) what exactly had gone on in the place he had just been sitting. Finally, after repeating this strange little strange dance of horror, he focussed on Harry again.

"Explain."

"Well," Harry started. He was not very happy to be sitting, trying to talk to his best friend while he still had an extremely embarrassing and rather distracting situation still running wild in certain parts of his body.

Dudley, he thought. Dudley in a miniskirt. Dudley in a miniskirt and stilettos. Dudley only in a miniskirt and stilettos. Eww... Focus, focus, Harry.

"Um. I'm gay, for a start."

Ron snorted. "Harry, we've known that for years, ever since you wanted to start a Quidditch cheerleading squad and lead the damn thing." He turned to a slightly confused Draco. "It was when Umbridge banned him, I suppose he had a bit of extra energy."

"Oh."

Draco sniggled. "He did?"

"Oh yes, he'd drawn costumes and everything. He showed me and Hermione the routine he worked out."

"And?" asked Draco, eyes bright.

"Well what do you think? Have you seen any sign of a Gryffindor cheerleading squad?" was his reply.

"No," replied Draco slightly wistfully, imagining Harry dressed up as a cheerleader. "No sign at all."

Harry looked at Draco with interest. Ron looked at Harry with horror. Draco looked at Ron with amusement. Harry looked at Draco trying to work out what was so funny. Ron glared at Draco. Draco smirked at Ron. Harry looked at Draco and Ron in utter confusion.

Ron decided to take control of the situation. "Anyway, Harry, continue to explain."

"Explain what?"

"Well, you know, why Malfoy is currently sitting on your bed?"

"Because he came to see if I was feeling better?" asked Harry cautiously.

Ron frowned. "And why would he do that?"

Harry did not notice Draco making frantic 'stop' motions beside him. Fortunately, neither did Ron. "Because he feels that it was his fault that I'm here in the first place."

Draco smacked himself on the forehead in anticipation of Ron's next question. "And why would that be?"

Harry looked helplessly at Draco, who decided that it was time for him to step in. "Weasel, I very much doubt you want me to answer that question."

"Answer the question!"

Draco smirked. "Well, a few nights ago while you were asleep, I flew up to your dormitory dressed in leather and gave Harry a good spanking. And I can reliably tell you that he enjoyed it. A lot."

Ron went green, and mumbled something along the lines of, "No, I don't really think I did want you to answer the question..."

Harry gave Draco a distressed glance, and was rewarded by having a slender arm draped possessively around his waist.

After a moment, Ron decided that he was in control of his stomach again, and fixed a surprisingly shrewd eye on the boys on the bed together. "So... are you actually together, then?"

The boys glances at one another. In unison they said slightly hesitantly, "I think so..." then looked at each other and smiled.

"Right," said Ron. "I'm going to need serious therapy about this later, but for now we can move on while my brain still functions. Where does this put everyone regarding the game?"

Draco smirked. "Oh I'm still playing," he replied. "I refuse to give in and lose the bounty at the end."

"You mean that you don't already have it?" questioned Harry.

"Well maybe, but think of the possibilities... Come on, it would be fun. Admit it."

Harry contemplated the situation for a moment, then nodded slowly. "Yes," he said thoughtfully. "Possibilities."

Ron was tapping his foot. "Anyone care to explain what this is that I'm hearing about a bounty?"

"Harry!" shrieked Draco gleefully. "You mean you didn't tell them about the real game?"

Harry tried to look small, and failed. "Er, no?"

"Harry..." started Ron dangerously.

"Um. You know the game we're playing with the Slytherins? And the way you and Hermione challenged Pansy and Blaise?" he stopped.

"Yes..."

"Itsactuallyakinkykindathingwhereifyouloseyougottabetheirslavesforaweek."

"What?"

"It's, uh, actually a kinky kind of thing where if you lose you have to be your opponent's slave for a week."

"What?!"

"Sorry."

"Sorry?"

"Er, yeah," mumbled Harry.

Ron collapsed onto the bed opposite the one that Draco and Harry were sitting on.

"I suppose that explains the conversation Blaise and Pansy were having the other day about Hermione preferring what Blaise has."

Draco grinned widely to confirm Ron's suspicions.

"So, what are you going to do?" asked Harry.

Ron looked at Harry as if he was completely stupid. "Win, of course!"

"But I thought-"

"I'm a Gryffindor! It is my duty to not let my house down, and to make Pansy my sex slave for a week!"

"I never said anything about a sex slave," commented Harry. "Although that was the underlying concept," he added with a smirk.

"Oh. Yeah." Ron flushed. "I mean, I only want to win so that she doesn't force me into doing anything. I wouldn't actually do anything like that to her. I. Yeah..."

"Don't worry, Weasel," said Draco cheerily, "when I win, Harry and I will be up to all kinds of kinky things." He ignored Ron as the redhead began to choke on air. "You're welcome to do the same. I assure you that Pansy has a wide repertoire of interesting talents that she would be very happy to share with you."

"Oh, stop it," chided Harry. "You're making him blush." He pointed to Ron, who was beet red.

"Make me." Draco raised an eyebrow suggestively.

"Alright..." replied Harry, leaning towards Draco, cupping the boy's face in one hand.

"Ahem."

"Oh what is it now, Weasel?" asked Draco.

"What do you mean, what is it now?"

"This conversation is decidedly over," said the blond firmly. "Go to bed and leave us in peace."

"I will," said Ron. "If you do too."

"Okay."

Draco lifted the covers of Harry's bed and slipped under them, draping himself over the darker boy's chest.

"Not there, Malfoy. In your own bed. I will not have you molesting my best friend three beds down from my own. Tell him, Harry!" commanded the furiously blushing boy.

"But Ron..." whined Harry.

"Weasel..."

"Harry, he can't stay here. You two can continue this some other time, preferably without my knowledge."

"But-"

"Harry. Now."

Harry stared imploringly at his best friend, but the boy was obviously not going to back down.

"Fine," he spat petulantly. "Draco..."

"You're actually going to make me leave?" complained the disbelieving boy.

"I'm afraid so," sighed Harry, shooting accusing stares at Ron.

"Huh." Draco got out of bed. "See you tomorrow, Harry. Hopefully not you, Weasel."

He stalked out of the infirmary and down to the dungeons muttering about 'some people are no fun.'