Life From the Start

Chapter 13: It’s Not Right

“Draco… Hurry up and get into the bed. I’m cold without you next to me.” Harry smiled seductively as he waved Draco over.

Draco wet his sudden dried lips and padded over to where a fully naked Harry was waiting. The blond sat on the edge of the bed, taking off his shirt, when Harry pounced on him.

“Let me.” Harry purred.

He curled his hand around the hem of Draco’s shirt and slowly pulled it up. Malfoy closed his eyes as the cotton shirt went over his face. With a yank, Harry took off the shirt and tossed it somewhere behind Draco’s head. The green eyed teen smiled saucily before backing up on the mattress, the feral look never left his face.

Draco growled low in his throat and went on his hands and knees, crawling up to where Harry was half lying on top of some white pillows.

“You look so delicious spread out like that,” Draco whispered; he grabbed Harry’s shoulders and pushed the smaller teen down, legs locking Harry’s own between his.

“Only for you…” Harry breathed, “Only you, Draco.” He reached up and dug his fingers into the soft platinum blond hair. “Kiss me. Now.”

Draco—not wanting to go against his lover’s wishes—swooped down and claimed those red, luscious lips. Harry eagerly parted his mouth to let Draco’s tongue probe inside the hot cavern. He moaned into the kiss when the blond started sucking on his bottom lip.

“I want-“ Draco bit into Harry’s lip. “to keep you here-” a suckle. “all night.”

Harry gasped when Draco’s mouth traveled to his jaw, lightly nipping at the skin. Tiny red marks decorated Harry’s otherwise blemish free tanned skin. While Draco was still busy marking Harry, the brunet wrapped his legs around the blond and with a grunt, flipped them over. Harry’s green eyes sparkled with mischief; Draco pulled away and smirked at the teen hovering above him.

“Why the sudden change?”

Harry grinned and slinked down, passing Draco’s chest, his abdomen, and finally, his face was above Malfoy’s very interested cock.

“Just to return the favor,” Harry whispered; hot breath caressed the tip of Draco’s hard member. “I can’t just let you have all the fun.”

With that said, Harry opened his mouth wide, to accommodate the girth of Draco’s erection. He covered his teeth with his lips before lowering onto the swollen head. Draco yelped when the warm, wet sensation covered his length.

“Fu—“

“—ck!” Draco cried out; his eyes snapped opened, his breathing came in short pants. Throwing his blanket aside, the blond sat straight up on his bed. Beads of perspiration covered his forehead. “Bloody hell… Please tell me I did not just have that dream.” Draco said to nobody in particular. “Shouldn’t be dreaming about him, Draco.” The blond told himself, shaking his head. “It is so wrong.”

Draco hung his head and his sleep crusted eyes landed on the prominent bulge beneath his sleeping pants. He needed some relieve and he needed it now.

Groaning, Draco moved to the side of the bed and stood up; he was painfully aware of the problem between his legs. Malfoy stood in front of his wardrobe and opened the doors. He took out a crisp, white dress shirt, a grey jumper, a pair of black trousers, and a pair of boxers. It was a Saturday--and it was still the winter holidays--so there was no need to take out his black robes. Mumbling under his breath, Draco slammed the doors shut and pivoted on the balls of his feet.

“I need a goddamn cold shower,” Draco grumbled and walked over to the conjoined bathroom.

The blond stripped down, throwing his shirt in the hamper and carefully stepped out from his pajama bottom, bending down to pick it up before throwing that in the hamper as well. Draco stepped inside the bathtub, pulled the shower curtains around it, and turned on the cold water on full blast. He hissed as the icy cold water merely touched his chest and splattered down his abs to his legs.

When Draco put his whole head under the shower head, he almost screamed out like a girl…

Malfoys did not scream like a girl.

“Fuck! I hate cold showers!” Draco growled and turned the spigot off. Gritting his teeth, he pulled the curtains apart and stepped out again; water dripped down his torso and made a small puddle on the tiled floor. “It’s bloody winter! I was asking for death… bloody water was cold as ice…” Draco muttered and took a towel to dry himself.

At least his problem was gone now.

Just as Draco was done drying his hair, he realized his human alarm clock hadn’t run into his room.

“Huh… Maybe Harry’s still sleeping,” Draco shrugged and threw the wet towel into the hamper. The house elves will take care of it later in the day. “Funny… he always wake before--”

“Draco! Wake up!” Harry’s voice sounded from the other side of the bathroom door.

Draco smirked; it seemed his human alarm clock was a bit late today. Not wanting to yell out to Harry, Draco went on to brush his teeth.

“Draco?” Harry looked around the room; Draco’s bed was still unmade, which meant he barely woke up. Frowning, Harry turned away from the bed and was about to walk out of the bedroom when he heard a soft rustling from behind the bathroom door.

Smiling, Harry gently placed his hand on the doorknob. He turned it, and with a sudden push, Harry rushed inside.

“Draco! I’ve been--”

Harry’s green eyes widened at the scene before him. The blond was brushing teeth… with only a pair of boxer on.

Harry let out a whimper.

Draco turned away from the mirror, toothbrush in hand. His mouth slacked when he saw a wide eyed, mouth hanging opened, red faced, Harry by the door.

“SORRY!”

“Arghhhhh!”

Draco yelled and threw down the toothbrush into the sink; he turned around and reached into the hamper, taking the wet towel out and wrapped it around his hips.

“I’m so sorry!” Harry cried and turned around, his back facing Draco. “I-I heard something… and uh I was looking at—-that didn’t sound right… Oh god, I’m sorry!” With that, Harry ran out of the bathroom without closing the door.

Draco slowly unwrapped himself and let the towel drop to the floor. He looked down, looked at the door, then back down at his legs and sighed.

“Why the hell did I grab the towel? I’m wearing my boxers.” Draco rolled his eyes and picked up the towel, throwing it back into the hamper. He looked into the mirror and scowled; the toothpaste foam was crusting around his lips. “Harry probably screamed because I look hideous.”

Draco turned on the faucet and rinsed his toothbrush, set that aside, and cupped his hands under the running water. He gargled a few times before wiping his mouth clean. The blond donned his trouser, dress shirt, and gray jumper; his heart was still pounding from Harry’s entrance.

“We’re both males… nothing to worry about.” Draco assured himself, “We were just… surprised that’s all.” Nodding, Draco left the bathroom and walked to his bed.

After fixing his bed, Malfoy went outside; Harry was nowhere to be seen. The living room and kitchen were too quiet so Draco was sure the young boy was not there. Harry was probably hiding in his room. Sighing, Draco made his way to Harry’s room; the door was slightly ajar. He peeked in and saw the brunet on the bed, lying on his back. Malfoy pushed the door open all the way and walked in; he padded quietly over to the bed and found that Harry’s eyes were closed.

“Harry?”

The boy in question let out a ‘meep’ and rolled onto his stomach, his face buried into the pillow. Draco frowned. Why was Harry acting this way?

“Harry… Are you alright?” Draco asked and sat down on the edge of Harry’s bed. He heard a small cough muffled by the pillow. “You know, you are going to suffocate yourself if you continue to press your face into the pillow.”

“I’m fine,” Harry mumbled and turned his face to the side. “I’m sorry Draco, I didn’t mean to just barge into the bathroom like that.”

Draco noticed a pink tinge to Harry’s cheeks. “It’s fine… But when you screamed out like that, I thought I was naked.” Draco let out a small laugh.

“Oh. I didn’t mean to… It’s just I… I’ve never seen you in a state of undress before.” Harry’s face turned to a darker shade of red. Shaking his head, Harry looked up at Draco with a bit of uncertainty. “Oh and you woke up earlier than I did today.”

“I know, and I thought my human alarm clock wasn’t working,” Draco smirked down at Harry. It was a good thing the topic changed; Draco didn’t want to talk about the awkwardness of the bathroom incident anymore.

“Human alarm clock?” Harry asked, a small smile was on his face. “Oh… Well, I woke up at the same time I do every morning. So it’s just you. I think I woke up because I heard yelling… Was it you?”

Draco stiffened then shook his head, “Uh… No. No, it wasn’t me.”

How pathetic.

“Really? Oh well,” Harry shrugged. “It kind of sounded like you.”

“No. It wasn’t me.” Draco said firmly, “Anyway, get up, Harry. We’re going to visit Hermione today.”

Harry rolled around until he was on his back again. Draco caught Harry glimpsing down at his legs and the blond arched an eyebrow at that.

How… interesting.

Draco wracked his brains and came up with twenty different reasons why Harry would look down at his crotch… Ah. Draco then remembered the time when he was twelve; that was the start of when it would move when he saw something arousing. Harry couldn’t be having the same problem was he? All the boy saw was him in boxers. Draco mentally kicked his head and threw that thought out. It was not possible. Harry can’t be falling in love? In like? With him.

Was he?

HPDMHPDM

Draco and Harry walked side by side as they made their way up the castle, to the Gryffindor Tower. More than once they got lost on their way there—-Draco never found out how to get to the Gryffindor tower and Potter wasn’t quite sure with his messed up memories—-and Harry had to ask the paintings on how to get to the tower. While they walked, Draco had his hands stuffed into his trouser pockets and Harry was swinging his arms at his sides. Once or twice, the brunet would look up at Draco, biting his lip. Draco would smile down at the young teen and then kept his eyes straight ahead.

Draco would be lying if he said he didn’t miss holding Harry’s hand like he used to when the boy was still young. But since Harry was a pre-teen now… it just didn’t seem right.

They rounded a corner and Draco could see the three flights of stairs they had to go up to get to the Gryffindor common room. He groaned and before he took a step forward, Harry shot past him and started bounding up the steps.

“Harry! Wait!” Draco called out and ran after the younger teen.

Harry stopped and turned his head back, one hand on the rail. “I just want to get up there. Mini might be somewhere else and we would miss her.”

Draco snorted and he was now behind the brunet. “Where would she go? She told me she was the only one that stayed.”

“Well…” Harry started; he slowly took a step. Draco was right behind him. “Mini is this bookworm see? She loves going to the library when she has nothing to do.”

Draco was sure Granger never said anything to Harry about loving to read during his de-aged days.

“Ah. Well, go on up then. You’re younger than I am. Run up there and knock on the Fat Lady’s painting.”

Harry laughed and picked up his pace, but not too much. “You’re not that old, Draco. You’re only like what? Five years older than I am?”

“How do you know I’m only seventeen?” Draco demanded, “Do I look seventeen?”

Harry stopped once more and looked back at the blond, a full frown on his young face. “I-I just know you’re seventeen.” Harry shook his head slowly, confused. “Don’t ask why I know, I just do.”

Seeing the aggravated expression, Draco chose not to press on the matter. He smiled testily and placed a hand on Harry’s narrow shoulder.

“Well, you’re right. Now, go on up.”

Harry blinked a few times, his expression softened. He then smiled at Draco before bounding up the rest of the way, leaving Draco to slowly walk up the flights of stairs. When the blond was finally up on the seventh floor, he found Harry chatting with the Fat Lady.

“… I’m looking for Mini, can you let me in?” Harry asked politely; the Fat Lady chuckled and shook her head.

“I’m afraid I don’t know who Mini is dear.” She said, “Are you sure the person you are looking for is named Mini? I must say, that is one peculiar name.”

Draco chuckled and stood next to the scowling brunet. “Dear Lady, we’re here to see Hermione Granger.”

“Oh! You’re here to see Ms. Granger? Well, why didn’t the young man say so? I was wondering who this Mini was.” The Fat Lady let out a chortle before she opened the portrait. “Well, go on in gentlemen. Ms. Granger seems to be in the common room. She’s been awfully lonely these past few days.”

“Thank you,” Draco bowed and stepped through; Harry also bowed and followed Malfoy inside.

Hermione was sitting on a couch, writing in what seemed to be a journal when Draco and Harry came in. She looked up when the portrait slammed closed.

“Draco? Harry? What are you guys doing here?” Hermione asked.

Before Draco could answer, Harry ran to where Hermione was sitting and plopped right down next to her on the couch. Draco rolled his eyes and went to them at a more leisurely pace; he made himself comfortable in an armchair across from them. He noted that the armchair was a ruby red… Not bad.

“Well, we thought we can give you some company,” Harry grinned at the girl, “I know you must be--”

“Harry just wanted to bother you for the rest of the day,” Draco interrupted; Harry scowled at him. Malfoy sent Granger a look and Hermione caught it.

“I don’t mind some company. It’s awfully quiet here, all by myself.” Hermione said, “Harry, would you like to see my scrapbook? I do quite a bit when I’m bored.”

“You have a scrapbook? That’s fantastic!” Harry smiled at the older girl.

Hermione took out her wand and flicked her wrist. A moment later a large album flew down the stairway and landed gently on her lap. She tapped her wand on the book cover before handing it over to Harry, who gladly accepted it.

Both Draco and Hermione waited until Harry was engrossed into the book before standing and walking to a far off corner in the common room. They sat down in armchairs; Draco crossed his legs and folded his hands over his knees while Hermione tucked her feet under her.

“You wanted to talk?” Hermione asked softly; her eyes darted to where Harry was flipping through pages of her scrapbook. “And don’t worry, I took out all the pictures with Harry in it.”

Draco nodded; she answered his unasked question.

“Yes. Something happened this morning… and well, I found it weird.” Draco answered; he was staring at the small, round table in between the two chairs. Suddenly, two cups of steaming hot tea appeared; Draco took his cup and sipped.

“Oh?” Hermione took her cup and cradled it in her hands, “What happened this morning? Nothing bad I hope?”

Malfoy put his cup back onto the saucer and turned his attention on Harry. “I wouldn’t say bad. Harry sort of ran into the bathroom and saw me half naked…”

Hermione arched her eyebrow and took a sip of tea, but remained silent.

“I was dressed so don’t think of anything inappropriate,” Draco hissed.

Granger smiled behind the cup and then she set it on the round table. “I didn’t say anything, Draco, and you said you were half naked so I assume you were somewhat dressed.” She patted Draco’s folded hands, “What happened then?”

“Harry screamed, I screamed. I grabbed a towel and covered myself… I kind of forgot I was dressed. I was freaked out, you know?” Draco muttered, “Then Harry apologized and ran to his room.” Draco paused and looked into Hermione’s brown eyes. “I’m sure you know about puberty and all that crap right?”

Hermione smiled and nodded, “Of course, why do you ask?”

“Well, I went into Harry’s room later and found him lying on his bed. When I came in, he squeaked and didn’t want to look at me.” Draco explained; he was waving his hand around as he talked.

“That has nothing to do with puberty, Draco.”

“I’m getting there!” Draco sniped, “Anyways, when I finally got Harry to look at me, I saw him looking down at his… er between his legs so to speak.”

Hermione laughed but stopped when Draco glared at her. She cleared her throat and put on a straight face.

“Are you saying you think Harry got… interested when he saw you half naked in the bathroom?”

“Yes! That is exactly what I am saying!” Draco slapped his hand down on his thigh. “You know… I don’t mind if it was a seventeen year old Harry that came in, but this is a twelve year old we’re talking about here. It’s wrong, Hermione, just plain wrong.”

The browned haired girl bit her lip and looked up at Draco; Malfoy narrowed his eyes.

“You know something. I can tell. Spill it, Granger.”

“Well… I know you fancy Harry, am I correct?” Hermione asked hesitantly; Draco snorted and nodded.

“I told you that last time we saw each other, Granger.” Hermione glared at him and Draco looked away.

“What if… I’m saying what if alright? What if Harry… fancies you as well?” Hermione said, “I know he doesn’t have his normal memories, but you know that he’s getting them back slowly. What if the real him… liked you? It is possible. I had my suspicions since last year; I noticed how he looks at you sometimes during classes.”

Draco licked his lips and stared at the girl sitting beside him; he then looked at Harry who was now lying on his belly on the couch, looking through the scrapbook with interest.

“Are you saying…?”

“Yes Draco, you know exactly what I am saying.”

“Harry… No, he can’t. He would never--”

Hermione leaned over the small table and held Draco with a heavy gaze; her hand was clasped over Draco’s slightly trembling one.

“Harry has feelings for you, Draco. That’s why he acted the way he did this morning. Trust me on this.”

Draco was left speechless.

HPDMHPDM

A/N: Chapter 14 is still being typed at the moment xD so it I might not be able to post it tomorrow =x Sorry! >_<