Complete Confusion
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult +
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7
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2,538
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8
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Complete Confusion : Chapter One
This was writen when the Order of the Phoenix came out, so it goes off into it's own little world in some regards.
“Contempt.” The single word oozed off Draco Malfoy’s lips as he thought of a certain person. “Utter contempt.” He reiterated, thinking of the man, no, boy…no, child that was currently haunting his thoughts.
Another thought in his mind was, “Why?” and this was a thought that he couldn’t very well place. Even the word had him confused; questioning the reasons why he had thought of it. He couldn’t make out his own thoughts, so for the people surrounding him it was a very difficult process indeed.
A long thin girl draped herself over him as he sat in a lounge chair. She fit him like a warm blanket, and yet was completely blown off. Draco didn’t want to be touched by anyone…he didn’t want to think of the child, and the touch of someone else just brought up hate and a sick feeling in his gut for what he thought. His mind reeled, inner turmoil surfacing, something that he did not allow to happen often.
“Why?” Draco said aloud to his entourage, and they looked at him like spooked animals.
“Why master…why?” A young girl asked, sitting near his feet, basking in his very presence.
“Just…. Why,” he stated, waiting for a half assed attempt at an answer. When only the girl tried, he snickered and sneered at her. She had tried for a deep and philosophical answer to the universal question, but in his eyes, failed miserably.
“Don’t try to touch what you can’t grab.” Draco said in a long, drawn-out, bored drawl. The girl only blinked at him and went back to resting on the chair near his feet.
He got up- almost kicking the girl as he did so- and left the room, walking at a fast clipped pace going nowhere. The child still plagued him and he swore softly under his breath as he entered his dorm room.
“Draco.” A female voice purred. He simply shook his head and looked at her, looking at her from down his nose.
“Get out.” He said coldly, holding the door open.
In his travels, he had moved up the stairs and into his dorm room from the common room, and was rewarded by finding her in his room. His private sanctum, his place of relative peace, he could escape them all, if he tried, but he couldn’t escape his own mind. Pansy Parkinson looked at him with an attempt at being just as cold and gathered herself up. Walking over she tried purring once more, but he pushed her away.
“Next time, Pansy, I won’t be nice. I want you to stay the hell away from me.” He said menacingly, pushing her once more as she tried to touch him.
This time she fell to the ground, her pride hurt more then anything, but he could read the fear in her eyes. It was the same expression of fear his Mother got when she looked at his Father.
“Fine. I don’t need you, Draco. I don’t need you.” Pansy sneered, trying to regain some small shred of dignity from the fall. It hurt more than she cared to admit, being rejected by him.
“Good, because I have no use for you.” He said, now impatient with her, pushing her scantily clad self out of his dorm room.
She sniffed as she found herself on the outside of his door; it shut firmly in her face. Quickly she walked down to the common room and even quicker up to her own dorm room to lick her wounds.
“Potter.” He whispered softly, once he knew he was alone. He needed to see him again even though he wasn’t truly sure why. The only thing that Draco knew for certain was that he needed him, and badly. He fell onto his bed, lying on one side, his eyes unfocused as he recalled the first time he had really seen him.
“Oi, Potter. You dropped something.” Draco had said holding up a slim notebook.
They had just come out of one of their joint classes, and for the first time in history, the two nemeses were alone. He watched Harry’s reaction, the slight raise of the eyebrows, the sudden defensive posture taken up. It meant nothing to him then, but now, in his mind, it was all in the details. Harry took a good long look at Draco, sizing him up and making sure his goons were not lurking in the shadows.
“Yeah…?” Harry said, unsure of what to do. Draco could see it in his body language, the way he kept one side to the hall, ready to bolt, and the other side ready to fight if he needed to.
“Yeah.” Draco said, holding it out to him. “That’s my only intention.” he thought honestly. It was one of Salazar’s rules of scheming. In fact, it was rule number eight, he remembered;
8. Every once in a while, declare peace. It confuses the hell out of your enemies.
Mother taught me well, he mused, waiting for Harry to come closer. At that point in time, he was still just ‘Potter’. He watched as Harry came closer, still weary of him, and couldn’t help but be amused just by watching him.
The memory was almost agonizing to reminisce upon. The very thought of Harry was painful and confusing; now his head was spinning while his thoughts raced. One very amusing one he had to admit involved a very lightly dressed Harry in a pair of silken boxers, the male version of the playboy bunnies.
His Dad brought home a playboy once when he was younger, and they all wore the same thing, but he had rather liked the idea of the bunnies.
“Thanks.” Harry said, taking Draco’s hand by accident as he reached for the book.
A spark erupted between them, and they were both stupefied, unable to let go. Draco looked at Harry, and it felt like the first time he really saw him for what he was.
It scared Draco; frightened him right down to his core. They each retracted their hand as if burned by fire, and stared at each other. Draco was semi-glad to see Harry looking as bewildered as he felt, it was the very first time they had really touched since the first hand shake between them when they met.
“Please, don’t mention it.” Draco said a clear emphasis on the word ‘don’t.’ Harry nodded and turned around, walking very quickly away.
Draco closed his eyes and even more pictures vividly passed through his mind, and he finally had to shake them off.
“What’s wrong with me?” He said aloud to his empty room. He couldn’t understand what the hell his mind was doing; it was going haywire on him. It frightened him. It scared him completely and utterly… and the reason behind that was because he enjoyed it.
He enjoyed the thoughts of Harry prancing around in his underwear, even though on some basic level he knew that it was wrong. Everything he had grown up with told him it was wrong, and yet it felt so right.
Draco rolled over, pushing his face into his pillow and slammed his fist into the space just near his head, yelling his frustrations into the well-battered pillow. His mind was a mess right now. There were so many reasons he had come to….admire….he begrudgingly let himself admit, Harry. Draco fell to sleep, and his mind found solace in his dreams…it was only there that he and Harry could be together, completely safe and sound.
“Contempt.” The single word oozed off Draco Malfoy’s lips as he thought of a certain person. “Utter contempt.” He reiterated, thinking of the man, no, boy…no, child that was currently haunting his thoughts.
Another thought in his mind was, “Why?” and this was a thought that he couldn’t very well place. Even the word had him confused; questioning the reasons why he had thought of it. He couldn’t make out his own thoughts, so for the people surrounding him it was a very difficult process indeed.
A long thin girl draped herself over him as he sat in a lounge chair. She fit him like a warm blanket, and yet was completely blown off. Draco didn’t want to be touched by anyone…he didn’t want to think of the child, and the touch of someone else just brought up hate and a sick feeling in his gut for what he thought. His mind reeled, inner turmoil surfacing, something that he did not allow to happen often.
“Why?” Draco said aloud to his entourage, and they looked at him like spooked animals.
“Why master…why?” A young girl asked, sitting near his feet, basking in his very presence.
“Just…. Why,” he stated, waiting for a half assed attempt at an answer. When only the girl tried, he snickered and sneered at her. She had tried for a deep and philosophical answer to the universal question, but in his eyes, failed miserably.
“Don’t try to touch what you can’t grab.” Draco said in a long, drawn-out, bored drawl. The girl only blinked at him and went back to resting on the chair near his feet.
He got up- almost kicking the girl as he did so- and left the room, walking at a fast clipped pace going nowhere. The child still plagued him and he swore softly under his breath as he entered his dorm room.
“Draco.” A female voice purred. He simply shook his head and looked at her, looking at her from down his nose.
“Get out.” He said coldly, holding the door open.
In his travels, he had moved up the stairs and into his dorm room from the common room, and was rewarded by finding her in his room. His private sanctum, his place of relative peace, he could escape them all, if he tried, but he couldn’t escape his own mind. Pansy Parkinson looked at him with an attempt at being just as cold and gathered herself up. Walking over she tried purring once more, but he pushed her away.
“Next time, Pansy, I won’t be nice. I want you to stay the hell away from me.” He said menacingly, pushing her once more as she tried to touch him.
This time she fell to the ground, her pride hurt more then anything, but he could read the fear in her eyes. It was the same expression of fear his Mother got when she looked at his Father.
“Fine. I don’t need you, Draco. I don’t need you.” Pansy sneered, trying to regain some small shred of dignity from the fall. It hurt more than she cared to admit, being rejected by him.
“Good, because I have no use for you.” He said, now impatient with her, pushing her scantily clad self out of his dorm room.
She sniffed as she found herself on the outside of his door; it shut firmly in her face. Quickly she walked down to the common room and even quicker up to her own dorm room to lick her wounds.
“Potter.” He whispered softly, once he knew he was alone. He needed to see him again even though he wasn’t truly sure why. The only thing that Draco knew for certain was that he needed him, and badly. He fell onto his bed, lying on one side, his eyes unfocused as he recalled the first time he had really seen him.
“Oi, Potter. You dropped something.” Draco had said holding up a slim notebook.
They had just come out of one of their joint classes, and for the first time in history, the two nemeses were alone. He watched Harry’s reaction, the slight raise of the eyebrows, the sudden defensive posture taken up. It meant nothing to him then, but now, in his mind, it was all in the details. Harry took a good long look at Draco, sizing him up and making sure his goons were not lurking in the shadows.
“Yeah…?” Harry said, unsure of what to do. Draco could see it in his body language, the way he kept one side to the hall, ready to bolt, and the other side ready to fight if he needed to.
“Yeah.” Draco said, holding it out to him. “That’s my only intention.” he thought honestly. It was one of Salazar’s rules of scheming. In fact, it was rule number eight, he remembered;
8. Every once in a while, declare peace. It confuses the hell out of your enemies.
Mother taught me well, he mused, waiting for Harry to come closer. At that point in time, he was still just ‘Potter’. He watched as Harry came closer, still weary of him, and couldn’t help but be amused just by watching him.
The memory was almost agonizing to reminisce upon. The very thought of Harry was painful and confusing; now his head was spinning while his thoughts raced. One very amusing one he had to admit involved a very lightly dressed Harry in a pair of silken boxers, the male version of the playboy bunnies.
His Dad brought home a playboy once when he was younger, and they all wore the same thing, but he had rather liked the idea of the bunnies.
“Thanks.” Harry said, taking Draco’s hand by accident as he reached for the book.
A spark erupted between them, and they were both stupefied, unable to let go. Draco looked at Harry, and it felt like the first time he really saw him for what he was.
It scared Draco; frightened him right down to his core. They each retracted their hand as if burned by fire, and stared at each other. Draco was semi-glad to see Harry looking as bewildered as he felt, it was the very first time they had really touched since the first hand shake between them when they met.
“Please, don’t mention it.” Draco said a clear emphasis on the word ‘don’t.’ Harry nodded and turned around, walking very quickly away.
Draco closed his eyes and even more pictures vividly passed through his mind, and he finally had to shake them off.
“What’s wrong with me?” He said aloud to his empty room. He couldn’t understand what the hell his mind was doing; it was going haywire on him. It frightened him. It scared him completely and utterly… and the reason behind that was because he enjoyed it.
He enjoyed the thoughts of Harry prancing around in his underwear, even though on some basic level he knew that it was wrong. Everything he had grown up with told him it was wrong, and yet it felt so right.
Draco rolled over, pushing his face into his pillow and slammed his fist into the space just near his head, yelling his frustrations into the well-battered pillow. His mind was a mess right now. There were so many reasons he had come to….admire….he begrudgingly let himself admit, Harry. Draco fell to sleep, and his mind found solace in his dreams…it was only there that he and Harry could be together, completely safe and sound.