Inside Your Mind

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters…believe me, if I owned Harry and Draco, the books would be very different lol.

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Chapter Fourteen – The Effects of Aftershock

When Harry and Draco broke apart for the second time that evening, the Great Hall had once again become completely silent, but neither noticed. They were too wrapped up in each other, simply enjoying not having to hide. Suddenly, the hands that had been gripping the blonde’s waist moved up to hold his face, as the savior of the wizarding world placed one more light kiss on Draco Malfoy’s lips before whispering, “You know that I love you.”

There was no need to whisper, for even a most unobservant person could see when those three words were spoken. Most sighed and looked on with jealousy, while a select few snorted in disgust before turning away. The majority glared at those who disapproved before returning their gazes to the unfolding scene.

Draco’s silver eyes had become wide, and he was quiet for long enough to make Harry uncomfortable. The blonde looked around, flustered, before stuttering, “Harry…right now…all these people…” before breaking off and finally coming up with “Well of course I love you, Potter!” His voice softened as he looked down at the floor. “How could I not?” Silver met emerald as the Slytherin raised his head, murmuring, “Merlin, I love you so much,” before crushing his lips to the Gryffindor’s to initiate their fourth public kiss of the evening. This one, however, was much more involved: hands roaming, bodies trying to get as close as possible, for they no longer had reason to hold back. This time, when they pulled apart, both had the same gleam in their eyes as they exited the Great Hall, hand in hand. Sound reverberated through the crowd as people guessed where the two were off to.

Blaise and Seamus, however, chose not to discuss the whereabouts of their friends. They were off to the side, apparently deciding that they just wanted to make out, no longer caring what people thought. One noticed them, and gasped and noticed, and the crowd once again got quiet and stared in wonder.

Severus sighed in exasperation, not amused by the students’ reactions. “We might as well put up a sign that says ‘Come out here, tonight’s the night.” Remus laughed lightly at his partner’s annoyance before leaning over and giving him a quick kiss. Several more gasps were heard, and Snape swore he had heard some students hit the ground.

“You too? We’re teachers, we are not supposed to fuel their idiotic behavior, we’re supposed to stop it-” He was cut off by Lupin’s lips once again pressing against his own, more insistent this time. The werewolf pulled away just enough so that his mouth was centimeters from the other’s, and smirked. “I’m sorry, love, were you saying something?”

“Why must you add to their unnecessary over-dramatics?” the other professor snapped half-heartedly, too distracted by the proximity of the other to put any actual spark into his words.

Remus moved away abruptly, leaving the other wanting the contact back. “You’re right.”

Pulling the other man forward by his shirt, Severus kissed him again after saying, “You don’t get to pull away from me.” When he felt a smirk against his lips, he realized he had been manipulated, and was about to pull away when he realized he really didn’t care.

When they finally pulled apart, onyx eyes glared at the gaping students. “Don’t you have something better to do than stare at people the whole night?” he growled. Students seemed to snap out of their trances a little, and talking resumed, although everyone was talking about all that had just happened. Sighing, the professor turned to Dumbledore for help, indicating that he should do something to distract the students. Seamus and Blaise were still off in their corner, and Snape rolled his eyes before snapping, “Finnigan! Zabini!” They stopped kissing and looked at him and he looked back at them pointedly, one eyebrow raised. Both just smirked at him before deciding to leave the Great Hall. Apparently, they had something else in mind.

Then the music began again, and although students were still talking, the dancing resumed. Dumbledore had, of course, been right. Halloween was never uneventful.

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Meanwhile, Harry and Draco had made it as far as their room, but had yet to go inside. They were far too busy snogging to say the password. But when Draco began to lick a path down Harry’s neck, down to the buttons of his shirt as he undid them, Harry gasped and said “Okay, we really need to get inside now,” and then muttered the password.

As the two stepped inside, Draco threw their cloaks onto the floor and resumed undoing buttons while pushing Harry toward a bedroom. He didn’t care which room they ended up in, as long as it had a bed and it was soon. They ended up in the blonde’s room, and by this time, Harry had Draco’s shirt undone and soon both were on the floor as the couple fell onto the bed, kissing frantically.

Draco was on top of Harry, continuing to make a blazing path down the now-exposed tan chest. Resting his hand lightly on the other’s groin, he slowly moved it up and down. Harry moaned and arched his back, and Draco looked up into the darkened emerald eyes, his hand hovering over the buttons of Harry’s pants. The Gryffindor nodded without a moment’s hesitation, then let his eyes roll back as the speed of Draco’s hand increased.

When he removed his hand so that he could remove Harry’s pants and boxers, the other whimpered, and he smirked. He took his time taking off his own clothing, purposely moving as slow as possible.

:Draco…: Harry whispered warningly. :You’re beginning to annoy me…:

The blonde scoffed at this, underestimating Harry’s present level of coherence. When he returned to the bed, he was pulled down and the next thing he knew, Harry was straddling him.

Draco’s initial protest soon turned into a moan as Harry ground into him, pressing his hips tightly to the bed. The constant pressure of the other’s movements were driving each of them towards the edge, and Draco reluctantly reached out to grab Harry’s hips, stopping the movements, and resulting in the other’s complaint of “What are you doing??”

Breathlessly, Draco replied, “Love, we have to slow down. I don’t want this to be over that quickly.”

Harry nodded and moved from on top of him, though his eyes betrayed his physical compliance. The look in his eyes was so full of lust and suggestion that Draco shivered, and moved forward to kiss him hard, running his hands through raven hair over and over. The other kissed him back just as hungrily and hands wound around his neck, pulling the blonde as close as possible.

In another minute, Draco had Harry underneath his once again and was frantically running his hands up and down the toned body below him, eliciting moan after moan.

“I thought you wanted to go slower,” said a hoarse voice.

“Its really hard,” Draco took a moment to smirk, “to go slow when you’re look at me like all you want is for me to shag you senseless.”

He punctuated his point by pressing his hips down roughly, and Harry moaned again before replying, “What if that is all I want right now?”

“Well then you just might be in luck,” was the response he received before the blonde gently moved his legs apart. As he muttered a lubrication spell and positioned himself, he shot one last questioning glance Harry’s way. “Are you sure?”

“Draco…there will be times that I want us to go slow and savor every single moment…but tonight,” at this point, he locked his burning green gaze to the heated silver one, “tonight, I want to fuck.”

This convinced the blonde, who pushed in suddenly, and both moaned. They moved together as though they had done this together a hundred times, completely at ease with each other. It was only a few minutes before they were back on the edge, and Draco reached down to grab Harry and stroke him. This combined with one final thrust from the Slytherin pushed the other over, and Draco accompanied him seconds later.

The two collapsed, sprawled comfortably against each other. “That was…”

“Amazing? Fucking perfect?” Draco supplied.

The Gryffindor laughed. “Yes, everything along those lines.”

Falling into a relaxing silence, they closed their eyes and enjoyed lying there, tangled up with each other. Draco let his head fall against the other’s shoulder, and whispered Nox so that darkness inhabited the room. Just as sleep descended over them, Harry said :Draco?:

:Yes, love?:

:I really do love you.:

Feeling Draco’s grin against his shoulder, Harry too grinned into the darkness.

:I love you too, you prat: the blonde muttered affectionately before burying his head deeper into Harry’s side and putting his arms around him. :Now go to sleep, I’m tired.:

Harry laughed and closed his eyes, and both fell asleep, very pleased with the outcome of their evening.

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Pansy Parkinson, however, had the exact opposite feelings about her evening. Fucking pissed, I believe, are the words she would have used to describe what she felt about it.

After Snape had placed the silencing spell on her, he had taken her to her room and taken off the spell, bluntly stating that she had been a bitch.

Fuming, she paced her room, trying to think of what she was going to do. Draco’s supposed to be mine! He’s not supposed to be making out with Harry fucking Potter in the middle of the Great Hall for all to see! That should have been me.

A burst of sharp pain further ignited her rage, and she stormed over to her desk and roughly pulled her chair out and sat down. She grabbed a sheet of parchment and a quill and began scribbling a letter to her father. Perfect. She was sure that her father and is friends would love to hear about the eventful evening.

The letter was finished within a matter of minutes and her fury led her on a rushed journey to the owlry, where she quickly sent her owl off with it. Trembling with emotion, she leaned against the wall. As the reality of the knowledge she had just placed in her father’s hands hit her, she realized she was no longer trembling from rage, but from fear of what had just happened. She usually prided herself in being able to be in control, as most Slytherins did, but she had just lost it and managed to give away a piece of information that could change everything. They’ll probably kill them. As it turns out, she was among the few Slytherins that didn’t want Voldemort to win.

Letting herself slip to the floor, the Slytherin girl curled her knees against her chest and cried.

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“AHHHH!!”

This was the scream that woke Harry and Draco an hour later. They shot up in bed. :What the fuck?: Draco mumbled. Then they looked forward, only to see a deathly pale face with unnaturally wide eyes topped with red hair, pointing a finger at them, accompanied by three stares of blatant admiration.

Harry turned to Draco and said casually, “I think we should put some clothes on.”

“No!” Hermione, Blaise, and Seamus shouted simultaneously, before avoiding Harry and Draco’s stares at their outburst.

“You know, I think there’s room for me and Seamus in there,” Blaise said slyly.

“Blaise!”

“What, I said both of us,” Blaise replied to Seamus’s yelp. “Besides,” he continued, eyeing his boyfriend’s groin, “it doesn’t look like you have any actual objection to the suggestion.”

Seamus’s blush was his admittance that Blaise was indeed right. “I would have no problem with it either,” Hermione put in.

“Mione!” Ron exclaimed. “In fact,” she went on, “just thinking about it…” Suddenly, she turned and kissed Ron hard, pushing him against the nearest wall.

“Wow,” Seamus commented as the four watched, all impressed by Hermione’s shamelessness. They watched their friends kiss heatedly for a minute before Harry cleared his throat.

They pulled apart, breathing heavily. “Um, Harry, could we use-” Harry just pointed to the bathroom that connected the two rooms. “Through the bathroom.” The two Gryffindors practically ran. “Put up a silencing spell!” Draco called after them.

The others stared for a moment before Blaise said, “So, Harry, Draco, what do you say?”

“It might be interesting…” Harry trailed off, a teasing gleam in his eyes as he turned to Draco.

Draco glared at the three before ordering Blaise and Seamus to wait in the living room.

“Damn,” the two swore as they left.

:I swear, Potter, if you even think about doing anything with them-: He was cut off by Harry’s lips crushing his own in a deep kiss.

Pulling away before they could get caught up in anything, the Gryffindor pulled away. :Someone gets jealous easily.: He smirked.

:I’m a Malfoy. What the fuck did you expect?:

Harry laughed while throwing Draco his boxers and a t-shirt and putting his own clothes on.

When they walked into the living room, Seamus was on top of Blaise, kissing him forcefully and running his hands over Blaise’s chest, while Blaise’s hands rested on his arse. Harry just rolled his eyes and sat down in an armchair, and Draco sat on his lap.

“Where’s Ginny?”

The other two reluctantly pulled apart as Seamus answered, “She ran off somewhere with Neville after the ball ended, just a little while ago.”

“Yea,” Blaise added. “First time in my life I’ve seen Neville run somewhere without tripping.”

The four laughed, and Draco commented, “It’s amazing what sex can do for a guy’s coordination,” making them all laugh even harder.

They sat there for twenty minutes, Blaise and Seamus filling Harry and Draco in on what had happened after they had left the ball. Lupin and Snape’s story had Harry and Draco laughing so hard that Draco practically fell off Harry’s lap. This was the scene that greeted Hermione and Ron as they walked back into the living room, clothes wrinkled and with matching grins.

“So it was good, then,” Seamus stated, which set them all off again.

Ron and Hermione just shrugged and sat together in the one of the two remaining armchairs. A moment later, Draco heard approaching footsteps down the hall and grinned. “Okay, when I say so, everyone just start snogging like crazy.” They all looked at each other, wondering what for, but not saying anything, because they weren’t stupid enough to give up a session of making out.

When the footsteps were outside the room, Draco said “Now,” and then kissed Harry so passionately that Harry didn’t even remember to wonder what the hell this was all about. The same went for Ron and Mione, and Blaise and Seamus.

Then, they heard the exasperated shout of, “Does it ever end?”, provided by none other than Snape, while Remus looked on with a hand covering his mouth to hide his laughter.

Draco burst out laughing, and his godfather looked at him sharply. “You did that on purpose!” he accused.

“Who, me? Never!” the blonde said innocently.

Snape rolled his eyes, before letting his onyx gaze travel the room. When it landed on Ron and Hermione, his eyes narrowed. “Why do you two look so disheveled?”

“Well, you see, professor, Ron and I were-”

Holding up his hand, Snape interrupted them. “Forget it. I don’t want to know.”

At this point, Remus couldn’t hold in his laughter and Snape turned on him, growling, “What’s so funny?” The other replied by kissing him and pulling away before Severus even knew what had happened.

There was a resounding chorus of awwwww that left the two professors blushing.

“I like Snape when he’s embarrassed,” Harry laughed. “It’s very amusing.”

The black-haired man turned to him, one eyebrow raised. “I can still take points, Potter. You dating Draco doesn’t mean I like you any more.”

“You dating Remus doesn’t make me like you any more either,” Harry retorted childishly.

“Anyway,” the blonde broke in. “Why are you here?”

“Harry, that black-haired man dancing with you…was that Lucius?”

The other four students gasped as Harry’s eyes narrowed. “How did you…?”

Snape waved his hand dismissively. “What did he say?”

“He said that he wasn’t going to tell Voldemort – get over it, it’s just a name – about me and Draco.”

“Merlin,” everyone in the room breathed. “Harry, this is strange…” Hermione said slowly.

“I know,” he shrugged, “but he seemed sincere. He was talking about how he wants Draco to have his own life and he told me about how he met his wife and how he regrets the relationship they have now because of his involvement in the Dark Arts…it was a big risk to take just to trick us.”

They heard the couch moving, and turned to look, only to find Blaise and Seamus making out again. Draco rolled his eyes. “Only they would make out while we’re having a serious discussion.”

The two broke apart at this and looked expectantly at Harry and Draco. “Can we-”

“Oh just go,” Harry said. They took off in the direction of the bedroom.

“Harry, how come everyone else gets to have sex?” The blonde pouted. Grinning, Harry said, “We already had sex tonight, Draco, its only fair.”

“What!” Ron exclaimed.

Rolling his eyes, Draco turned to him. “Weasley, what did you expect? We didn’t even have boxers on when you came in.”

“But…” he trailed off, defeated.

“How was it?” Hermione inquired, a gleam in her eyes.

“Ms. Granger!” Snape snapped, looking absolutely horrified, while Lupin once again had to cover his mouth to hide his amusement at his partner’s behavior. Snape noticed anyway, however, and rolled his eyes. “We’ll just be going now,” he said and they left.

Draco laughed. “It’s so much fun to bother him when you know how.”

Grinning, Harry leaned in to kiss him, amused by his boyfriend’s antics. Noticing that they weren’t going to pull away from each other any time soon, Ron didn’t complain this time. He simply shrugged and leaned over to kiss Hermione instead.

No one was aware that at that very moment, there was an owl flying toward Parkinson manor that held a letter that could ruin everything.