Beyond Appearances

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything related to him. This story was created to ammuse my over active imagination. No profit is being made off of it.


Author's Note: Hey guys! Sorry that it has been a while since I have updated. I'm just falling into my first year of University so I'm a little swamped with work. I'll try to update this and the other stories as soon as I can. I know I have been saying that a lot but I am trying!


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Chapter Twelve
Green Eyed Monster




Sirius sat, nursing a cup of coffee in the kitchen, while thinking back on early that day. He was still a little anxious about housing another teenager, especially with all the Order business going on, but Dumbledore had insured him that his nephew would be on his best behavior. He wasn't too sure how much that comforted him, but he did have to hand it to the kid. He was just as sneaky and manipulative as his uncle, though he did have to admit that the plan that the two of them had formulated was brilliant. If it worked out as it should, there would be no more of the famous Potter/Malfoy rivalry, not to mention a lot less noise in the house.


Sirius grinned. By the time those two figure out what's going on they'll be head over heels for each other. The only thing we have to do know is get the ball rolling. It's all down here from there.


Sirius glanced up as the door to the kitchen swung open and had to fight back the urge to laugh as Harry walked into the room. Let the fun begin.




“Hey.” Sirius greeted, nodding in Harry's direction. “Sorry about the whole working on the garden thing, earlier, but you guys were seriously driving me crazy. If I didn't know better, I would have sworn you were dating.”




Harry blushed crimson. “What would honestly make you think that?”


“You fight like you are.”




“Well, I'm not!”


Sirius held his hands up in defense. “ I did say 'If I didn't know better'. There's some fresh coffee there if you want it.”


“Thanks.” Harry muttered, the blush still staining his cheeks as he turned his back to Sirius, adding milk and sugar to his cup.


“So, Malfoy and Michail, eh? Didn't see that one coming.”




Sirius watched as Harry's arm jerked, spilling sugar on the counter.


“Why? What happened?” he asked, attempting to sound uninterested and failing miserably.


“Apparently, Michail seriously fancies Malfoy.” Sirius responded, sounding bored. “Why, is beyond me.”




Harry ground his teeth and sat across from him. “Oh yeah?”


Sirius nodded, pretending not to notice the venom in the brunette's tone. “Oh yeah, he said something about shagging, but I stopped listening at that. It's none of my business what goes on in their sex lives and to be completely honest I'd rather not know.”




At this Harry could practically feel his eye twitch.


Why are you so upset? I would have assumed that you would have been happy about it.




What the hell is he playing at? First he wants to practically wants to jump me and now he's shagging Michail, and Michail just got here. What does Malfoy know about him anyway?




Oh! You're jealous!




Excuse me? I am not jealous!




What? Just like you're not talking to yourself?




Harry didn't have anything to say to that. What was he going to say? 'No, I'm not!' He clearly was, which only annoyed him further. Leaving his coffee on the table, he stood up. “I think I'm going to go to bed.”




Sirius raised an eyebrow. “It's only eight thirty.”




“It's been a rough day.” Harry responded, moving out of the kitchen and up the stairs. He slowly climbed the stairs, muttering to himself about damn Yankees and bloody horny Slytherins. He had originally planned just to head back to his room, but he stopped his hand on the door handle and glanced down the hallway. There was music coming from Michail's room and he thought he could hear voices, but he wasn't sure, it could very well have been his paranoid mind playing tricks on him.




He was about to go into his own room, but his curiosity got the better of him. Moving quietly to the door, he leaned closer, trying to hear what was going on inside the room.




You're acting like a pervy stalker!




Shut up!




Your listening at the door!




I can hear voices!




So? Let them shag in peace!




The thought of them actually shagging made him both embarrassed and angry. Taking hold of the door handle he pushed the door open, and stepped inside, his eyes narrowed as they surveyed the room.




“Hey, Harry.” Michail greeted, already knowing what Sirius had planned to tell the Gryffindor. “How's it going?”




“I'm good.” Harry responded, stepping further into the room. “Are you alone in here? I thought I heard voices.”




Michail grabbed the remote and turned down the music. “Nope, just me. I was singing earlier. That may have been what you had heard.”




“Oh.” Harry responded, somewhat sheepishly. Now that he discovered that Draco was in fact not shagging Michail, he realized how incredibly dumb he'd been. “Um..sorry about just barging in here.”




“Don't worry about it.” Michail responded, patting the bed beside him. “Take a seat and chill out.”




Harry moved into the room, glancing around at all the posters that now decorated the walls. “You've made yourself right at home.”




“Definitely.” Michail chuckled. “I don't leave home without my posters.”


“Who are they?” Harry asked, eying the posters.


“Just some random American bands that I like.” Michail shrugged. “Have you ever heard of any of them? They're really good.”




“No. I don't really listen to a lot of music.”


“You don't know what you're missing.” Michail responded, moving to the stereo and putting in one of his CD's. “Here, I'll put some on for you.”




Harry sat, listening to the music.


“This is Red Hot Chili Peppers! They are awesome!” Michail responded, starting to sing along. “Psychic spies from China try to steal your minds elation. Little girls from Sweden dream of silver screen quotations. And if you want to see these kind of dreams, it's Californication!”




Harry snorted. “Listen to it much?”




Michail grinned, singing the next verse even louder. “It's the edge of the world in all of western civilization. The sun may rise in the East at least it settles in the final location. It's understood that Hollywood sells Californication!”




Covering his ears, he laughed. “Dear God! Someone put him out of his misery!”


Smirking, Michail tackled Harry onto the bed, tickling him mercilessly. “What was that, Harry?”


“No...stop...Michail!” Harry gasped, between bouts of laughter. “I give up! I give up!”




Michail grinned, somewhere in the tussle he'd ended up straddling Harry. Sitting up straighter, he smirked triumphantly. “Who's the best?”


Harry laughed, flushed and breathing heavily from laughing so hard. “You're the best!”


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Having spent most of the afternoon going through books in the library, it was safe to say that Draco Malfoy was bored stiff. One would think that the Blacks, being as deeply in bedded in the Dark Arts as they had been, would have at least some interesting literature lining the shelfs of their rather large library, but unfortunately for him, that was not the case.




Love Potions and Poisons! Who the hell needs to know how to make those? Draco thought, more on the disappointed side then anything. If they had spells for castrating certain bloody Yanks, now that would be something worth reading about.




Tossing the last book he'd taken off the shelves onto the armchair, he headed for the door. Michail had only been there for a couple days and he was already pissing him off more then the stupid Mudblood, Potter kept around, and that was saying something. He was stepping on Draco's toes and no one stepped on the toes of a Malfoy and got away with it.


Fuming silently to himself, he made his way through the hallways and towards the stairs. He needed to have a shower, he could practically feel the dust creeping over his skin from the books in the library. He idly wondered if there were any House Elves working in the place. If there was then someone had seriously teach them a lesson. Their housekeeping skills were more then lacking.




His train of thought was abruptly cut off by loud music, echoing down the stairs and through the almost bare hallway. Frowning slightly he took a step towards the stairs, before jumping as the door to the kitchen burst open, hitting the wall behind it.




A sheepish Sirius stepped out, lightly closing the door. “Keep forgetting that we fixed that.” he laughed, sending Draco a glance. “Where have you been?”


“Library.”


“You didn't happen to do any dusting while you were in there, did you?”




Draco sneered at the very idea. “Malfoy's do not dust, thank you.”


“Couldn't hurt to ask.” Sirius shrugged, moving towards the den. “Hey, are you heading upstairs?”




Draco raised an eyebrow. “Obviously.”




“When you get up there, tell those two lovebirds to turn down the music.”




“What?” Draco asked, narrowing his eyes.




Sirius rolled his eyes. “Honestly Malfoy, I promise there won't be any manual labor. Just go upstairs and tell Harry and Michail to turn down the music. That's a little loud, even to cover the noises those two make.”




Draco could practically feel his eye twitching as his jaw clenched tightly, grinding his teeth together.




Sirius pushed open the door to the den and disappeared behind it.




Draco turned around and was about to take a step when Sirius's voice reached his ears again. “I believe they retreated to Michail's room. A simply Alohamora should unlock any locking spells they've used.”




Draco practically growled and stomped up the stairs, Sirius smirking as he watched him from the doorway of the den. Reaching the landing he moved determinedly to where Michail's room was located. To his surprise, the door was already open. Doesn't even have the decency to close the fucking door! What does Potter see in this guy?




Taking a step inside the room, he froze surveying the scene. Harry lay on his back, with Michail straddling his waist, flushed and breathing heavily. Draco hadn't thought it would ever happen, but here it was as he saw red. He was Jealous! And of a bloody American at that!




“If you don't mind, I suggest separating yourself this instant!”


Harry glanced up and flushed, realizing how badly their current situation must look. He's probably just pissed cause he thinks I'm moving in on his fuck buddy! Harry thought bitterly, as he pushing Michail off him and sat up.




“Hey, Draco!” Michail smiled, sweetly, letting Harry think it was showing affection for Draco, while the blond simply thought it was him trying to worm his way out of trouble.




“Sirius said to turn down the music!” He practically snarled, before turning and slamming the door behind him.




Harry winced slightly at the echo the bang left in the room. “Sorry about that.”


Michail shrugged. “He'll make it up to me later. It's no big deal.”




Harry tensed, clenching his teeth together to keep from saying anything. “I think I'm going to go to bed.” he responded stiffly, standing up.


Michail gave him a strange look, while inside he was cheering at a job well done. “Alright then. I'll talk to you later.”


“Yeah,” Harry responded, already half way out the door. “Later.”




Michail waited until Harry disappeared into his room, before bouncing down the stairs to find Sirius. He had to congratulate the man on his impeccable timing. Draco couldn't have walked in at a better moment.




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The moment Harry had stepped into the room and closed the door behind him, Draco had him pinned up against it. “What the hell do you think you are doing?”


Harry glared, attempting to push him backwards, but Draco was having none of it. “What the hell are you doing?” he shot back.


Draco sneered. “I never pictured you as a whore, Potter. But I'm beginning to see the possibilities.”




“Fuck you!” Harry growled, actually managing to push him backwards. “You're just pissed off cause I touched your precious little fuck toy!”


“My fuck toy?” Draco responded, disgusted. “What the fuck are you talking about?”


Harry shook his head, angrily. “Honestly, you call me a whore Malfoy. You're the one who was all over me until fucking Michail showed up. And now you can't keep your dick in your pants!”




Draco growled, pushing Harry back against the door. “You are such a bloody idiot!” he snapped, moving forward and kissing the Gryffindor with an almost bruising force, pushing his tongue past his lips and plundering Harry's mouth.


Despite himself and the situation, Harry moaned deeply, sliding his hands into Draco's hair and gripping tightly as he held him close.




Draco pulled back slightly and pulled Harry's shirt off roughly, tossing it to the floor before he moved back, shoving a leg between Harry's and once again pinning him to the door as they kissed and grinding their awakening erections together, groaning at the friction.




Harry gasped, breaking the kiss and leaning his head back against the door, exposing his neck to Draco.




Draco taking full advantage latched up to Harry's pulse point, licking and biting the spot until he had marked Harry as his. “You are mine, Potter!” he growled, rocking their hips together forcefully, causing both he and Harry to gasp lightly at the sensations. “And don't forget it!”




Harry eyes snapped open at the comment and he managed to get his hands between them, before shoving Draco backwards roughly. Breathing heavily, he grabbed his shirt off the floor and pulled it back on. “I belong to no one, least of all you, Malfoy.” Harry snapped, turning and storming out of the room, ignoring the bulge in his jeans the best he could.




“AUGH!” Draco shouted, completely frustrated. “Stupid Fucking Potter!”


Removing his own clothing, he flopped down on the bed. Like hell he was going to walk around with a raging hard on. Casting a small lubrication spell, he wrapped his fingers around his own erection, adding just enough pressure and pumping his hand from base to head, sliding his thumb over the weeping slit, smearing the precum down the length with each down stroke.




Draco groaned, speeding up the movement of his hand. Sliding his free hand up his chest, he took his nipple and rolled it between his fingers. “Fuck.” he panted, as he gave a rather vicious twist to his cock. Doing it again, his muscles began to tense working it's way out from his lower abdomen until his toes were curling from it. Panting, he repeated the action once more, pushing himself over the edge and sending shot after shot of semen across his stomach and hand.




Breathing heavily, he sat up with a grimace, smearing the cum across his stomach. He definitely needed a shower now. Glaring at the door Harry had stormed out of, he stood up and angrily made his way to the bathroom. When it's all said and done, Potter, you will be mine! Make no mistake about that!