Gilded Soul

Chapter 11 Broken Kiss

Draco could faintly smell oranges and leather. He breathed deeply to soak up the scent and rolled over to find it stronger. He wasn’t ready to wake up yet; he just wanted to roll around in the sweet musky fragrance coating his sheets. He stretched his arms out in a languid motion and hit something warm and solid. His eyes popped open revealing messy black hair resting on a Slytherin green pillow. As he watched his sheets rise with slow and shallow breathing, the events of the maze pushed their way into his conscious mind.

Harry.

Draco looked around the dorm room in a panic, but as usual it was clearly very early as no one else was yet awake. He quickly pulled the curtains surrounding his bed to enclose them fully, and cast a silencing charm. “Harry.” He whispered fervently trying to rouse the sleeping Gryffindor; though he had no idea how he would sneak him out once he did wake him.

Draco leaned over to shake him awake, but Harry shifted in his sleep and threw his arm over Draco, cuddling into him. Draco went rigid for a moment, but slowly relaxed in the other boys grip, shifting to press more of his body against Harry’s. The smell and feel of Harry wrapped around him filled Draco with a sense of comfort and happiness that he had never before experienced. He closed his eyes and let the feeling possess him and smiled when he heard Harry making little groaning noises in his sleep, his hot breath on Draco’s neck sending shivers down his spine. It wasn’t long before he drifted once again into a warm deep sleep.

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Harry blinked his eyes in the darkness, but was still unable to see a single thing. His glasses sat skewed on his face, and he was pressed deeply against someone who smelled of mint and grass. It reminded him vaguely of flying and for a moment he lost himself in the scent, forgetting that he didn’t know where he was, or whom he was cuddling.

He was jolted out of this peace however, when the body beside him shifted and moaned, pressing harder into Harry’s stomach and erection. “Well this is going to be embarrassing.” Harry mumbled to himself, almost certain now that it had to be Malfoy in bed with him; though he had no idea how it happened.

His notion was confirmed when the Slytherin opened his eyes, revealing glowing silver eyes in the darkness. Draco jumped slightly at the sight of him, but seemed less confused then Harry felt. “Hey.” He groaned, voice thick with sleep. The sound of it made Harry’s erection jump, and a slow smirk played across the Slytherin’s lips. “Is that a snake in your pants or are you just happy to see me?”

Harry rolled his eyes and started to move away from him, but Draco grabbed his face and pulled him into a deep kiss.

Harry jerked back, startled and Draco began to stumble an apology, but Harry cut him off, pressing his lips against the Slytherin’s. Harry smiled against his lips as he felt Draco’s swift reaction to the kiss.

This was nothing like he had experienced with Cho, who blubbered through the entire ordeal. Draco’s lips were firm and rough and felt solid against his own. He let Draco’s tongue gain entrance and they explored each other’s mouths for what seemed like an eternity. Draco moved to straddle him, but stopped abruptly as Harry let out a small scream of pain, clutching his leg.

The memory of his fall in the maze flooded back to him at once as he looked down at his swollen leg. “I think I broke it in the maze.” He said, wincing from the pain.

Draco seemed to be thinking but finally just muttered, “Shit.” Harry looked at him confused and he continued. “I have no idea how to get you out of here. You can’t even walk.”

Harry bit hard on his bottom lip. The pain was excruciating. “Go… get… Hermione.” He pleaded between heavy breaths.

“Right.” Draco nodded, as if it had clearly been the obvious thing to do. He cast a quick concealment charm, so that if anyone shifted the curtains they wouldn’t notice him right away and after quickly kissing Harry’s forehead, bolted out the door.

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Draco noticed as he left that the dorm and common room were empty, which meant that they had woken up late. He went immediately to the Great Hall and sighed with relief as he heard the bustling noise from within. At least he wasn’t too late to grab Granger. He walked straight over to the Gryffindor table to where Hermione sat, nibbling on a piece of toast and reading the Daily Profit.

“Granger. I need a word. Outside” Draco stated quick and to the point.

He was surprised when the hall erupted in whispers and laughing until he looked down to find that he was still in his bedclothes. Draco found himself blushing furiously as Hermione stifled a giggle and followed him promptly into the empty corridor outside.

“Rough night?” She asked immediately after the large doors slammed shut.

“The roughest.” Draco replied with a sly smirk. He quickly sobered and relayed the emergency situation to Hermione who started pacing and tapping her wand rhythmically against her leg.

Finally she stopped. “The invisibility cloak. You can through it over him and levitate him to the Hospital Wing.” She smiled; seemingly quite proud of herself, but then suddenly frowned.

“What?” Draco demanded, “That seemed like a brilliant idea.”

“Well is would be,” She replied sullenly, “except its in Harry’s trunk, and I can’t get into the boys dormitory.”

“Ah.” Draco sighed, leaning against the wall and sliding down to the floor. “I’m sunk.”

Hermione went back to pacing and after a while a small smile erupted on her face. “You could get it,” she said simply.

“Me?” he laughed. “How the hell am I supposed to worm my way into a common room filled with Gryffindor’s?”

She grabbed his hand, pulling him to his feet; “You can do it now, while they are all eating breakfast.”

Draco recalled his own empty common room and thought it was worth a shot, so the unlikely pair made their way to the Fat Lady’s portrait as fast as they could.

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As they approached the portrait, Hermione signaled for Draco to wait, as she went in and checked the common room. As she peaked her head back out of the portrait hole she whispered, “The coast is clear.” And waved Draco inside.

The Gryffindor common room sat in stark contrast to his own. Aside from the obvious decorating and color choices, this room was warm and inviting, where the Slytherin common room was cold and dank.

Draco slipped in quietly and Hermione pointed to the boy’s dorm entrance. He made his way carefully up the staircase, onto the landing an in front of the door. His pulse was racing as he reached out and tentatively turned the knob. A wave of relief washed over him as he discovered that no spells would stop his entry.

Now that he was inside the room Draco was stumped. Which trunk was Harry’s? He had to hurry, but there were no distinguishing characteristics to any of the trunks. They weren’t exactly identical, but they were close to it. After checking the contents of the first trunk, he noticed a picture on one of the bedside tables of Harry, Hermione and Ron standing side-by-side and waving. “That’s got to be Harry’s bed.” Draco muttered to himself.

He quickly opened the trunk at the foot of that bed and rummaged through until he found the cloak. Just as he did he heard footsteps on the landing outside. Draco slipped the cloak over himself and quietly moved into a corner.

The door opened and Neville walked into the room, made a beeline for what Draco assumed was his bed, and began looking through his nightstand drawer. He left the room again just as quickly and closed the door behind him.

Draco resumed breathing, thankful that Neville chose not to remain in the room; he didn’t have the faintest idea how he would have gotten out if Neville had stayed.

He cracked open the dormitory door and after a quick survey of the landing he quietly crept from the room. For fun he snuck up behind Hermione, who was biting her nails nervously and watching the portrait hole, and tickled her causing her to shriek in alarm and elbow him roughly in the ribs.

“Well, you obviously got what you came for, now lets go.” She growled through gritted teeth.

Once outside in the main corridor Draco slipped off the cloak and bunched it in his hand.

“Now that I think of it,” Hermione mused, “I could have just sent Neville in after it.”

Draco just shot her a dirty look and took off towards the dungeons.

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