It's Over

I don\'t own HP, blah blah blah, let\'s get to the story :-)

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\"Malfoy what?\" Ron had frozen with a chicken leg dangling in his hand. He was gaping at Harry in horrified shock.

Harry ignored Ron and continued eating his potatoe. Hermione was looking thoughtful as she watched Harry eat and Ron stare.

\"You know, I think this might be a good idea.\" Harry looked at Hermione, surprised. He had thought that she, like Ron, would have told him he was crazy for trying to be friends with Malfoy.

Ron gaped at her, the chicken falling from his limp fingers to his plate with a clatter.

\"Are you crazy, Hermione?\" She gave him a stern look, reminiscent of McGonagal.

\"No, Ronald. I think that it\'s a good idea. Malfoy might actually want to change.\"

Ron stared some more than shook his head disparagingly and turned to Harry, intent on convincing him to change his mind.

\"Harry, how do you know he\'s sincere?\"

\"I can just tell.\" Harry didn\'t look at Ron. He was also starting to doubt his decision. He glanced over to the Slytherin table and caught Draco\'s eye. The silver orb held his gaze for a minute before turning back to Blaise.

Ron didn\'t look convinced, but could see it wasn\'t worth it to try to talk to Harry anymore. So he turned to Hermione and they left hand in hand to go to the dorms. Harry watched them with a satisfied smile. Ron had finally taken his head out of his ass this summer and asked Hermione out. Harry only hoped he found someone like that.

He was gay and out. Everyone knew, and he wasn\'t inexperienced either. He\'d spent the better part of last year with one Michael Corner. The Ravenclaw had taken Harry under his wing and taught him all he knew. Harry was very grateful. In the end they\'d decided they would be better as friends and had ended things. They were still on very good terms though.

***

\"Oh, no.\" Harry groaned.

\"What?\" Asked Hermione anxiously, looking over at Harry at the breakfast table who was examining the schedule.

\"Double potions, Monday and Thursday.\"

\"Ohhh,\" Ron moaned as he sat down next to Hermione and kissed her on the cheek.

\"We\'d better go,\" Harry sighed and got up from the table.

The three made their way out of the Great Hall and down to the dungeons in which N.E.W.T. level potions took place. Malfoy was already there, punctual as usual. He was standing in the middle of Blaise and Pansy. He smirked as Harry approached.

\"Potter,\" he said by way of greeting.

\"Malfoy,\" Harry returned with the ghost of a smile. Just then Snape threw open the doors and stood leering down at all of them as they passed inside. They all took their regular seats and Snape moved to the front of the class and sneered at them all.

\"The Headmaster has insisted that I pair you all this year in order to *further friendships*\" Snape grimaced as though Dumbledor\'s idea was horrendous, but then an evil smile curled his lips and he set to pairing them.

\"Granger and Parkinson, Corner and Zabini, Boot and Macmillan, Weasley and Finnigan, Potter and Malfoy.\" Snape leered at Harry as he packed his things and moved to the back where Malfoy sat smirking evilly.

Ron smiled at Harry in what he evidently thought was an encouraging way, but looked more like a grimace. Harry just smiled back and continued on.

\"Malfoy,\" he said. Malfoy didn\'t say anything. \"Is something wrong?\" Harry asked.

\"No, Potter. Silence does not always indicate problems, but maybe since your Dream Team talk so much it could be construed as so.\" Harry stared at him. What had happened to the Malfoy who wanted to get along?

\"What the hell, Malfoy?\" Harry started in angrily, but Snape swooped down at that presice moment to comment that they had not yet started their potion. Harry glared at Snape as he turned away and began to add ingredients to the potion.

Around them the rest of their classmates had already started their potions. A few tables away Ernie Macmillan and Terry Boot were watching the potion simmer. Ernie was rambling on about the way it should look, but Terry wasn\'t paying the slightest bit of attention. He was busy watching Seamus two tables away. The cute blond boy sitting next to Ron didn\'t seem to notice that the other sandy blond haired boy with pretty sea green eyes was looking his way.

Harry and Malfoy managed to catch up their potion to those of their classmates. Harry turned to Draco and gave him a hard look.

\"What is wrong with you? I thought you wanted us to get along?\" Malfoy considered him for a minute, then leaned in close so Snape wouldn\'t hear.

\"Listen Potter,\" he said in a soft tone, not at all his usual drawl, \"I thought about this all last night, and I think we should try to be friends, but, personally, I enjoy insulting you.\" He paused to smirk at Harry over their cauldron, now a soft violet purple. \"So, I think we should continue our version of witty banter.\"

Harry stared at him, perplexed, then thought about it. Malfoy was right, in a way. Harry had never realized, but he found insulting Malfoy to be quite...stimulating. He looked at Malfoy who had his pale eyebrows raised and was waiting for Harry to answer.

BOOM!

Suddenly the entire room was filled with a violently purple cloud. Everything was obscured, but coughing could be heard from near Terry and Ernie\'s table. Snape swooped down and waved his wand. The cloud turned to a haze and Terry and Ernie were seen waving away the cloud. Snape sneered at the two. Terry looked down at the table in ashame.

\"Boot, since you seem incapable, I am switching your partner. Weasley! Switch with Boot.\" Ron gathered his things and moved to Ernie\'s table. Terry shuffled guiltily to Seamus\' side. He glanced at Seamus then lowered his head. He\'d been preoccupied with the blond when he\'d added newts tale instead of frogs legs to the potion. The class returned to normal soon, and Malfoy was still waiting for Harry\'s answer.

\"Alright,\" said Harry. \"That sounds like fun.\"

Malfoy smirked and replied, \"good.\"

*****

The next few months went well. Malfoy and Harry continued to bicker and fight, but in a good mannered way, instead of the prior, rip-his-guts-out fashion. Every so often, they would start a mini-duel in the hallway, sending curses the others way, but purposefully missing.

About halfway into October, Malfoy recieved a letter from his mother.

Dear Draco,

How are you darling? I know the past few months have been hard, but I\'m trying to make it better. I recently found some things in the room under the drawingroom, some dark objects. It seems as though your father did not rid the house of such things before his passing. I am writing to let you know I will be desposing of them and not to worry. I love you.

Love,

Narcissa


Draco crushed the letter in his hand and fury raged through his body. How could there still be dark things in the house? He thought he had found them all and gotten rid of them. He hated his father at that moment. Draco rounded a corner and saw Harry standing at the foot of the stairs in the entrance hall. He felt a sudden urge to take out his anger, and here was his chance.

\"Potter!\" He yelled. Harry turned around to look and was faced with a furious Draco armed with a wand. Harry stared at him with a confused expression, then his eyes widened as Draco shot a curse at him. he ducked and grabbed his wand as well.

\"Malfoy! What the hell--?\" He jumped sideways as another spell flew past him. Ron jumped in beside him, but Harry pushed him away. He raised his wand and pointed it at Malfoy\'s legs.

\"CRIPLATUS!\" He yelled. The spell hit Malfoy in the legs and they gave out from underneath him. He yelled angrily and aimed a spell at Harry. It hit him directly in the face. Nothing seemed to happen.

Just then McGonagal burst out of the Great Hall and took in the scene, Harry staring at Malfoy, who was collapsed on the floor, Blaise trying to lift him to his feet.

\"What happened here!?\" She cried. Harry opened his mouth to respond but a large pink flower appeared in the space. He pulled it out and tried to respond again, but another flower popped into place. Blaise was trying unsuccessfully to drag Draco to his feet.

\"What the hell did you do, Potter?\" Malfoy snarled. Harry tried to reply, but another flower popped into existance. McGonagal sighed and rolled her eyes.

\"Finite Incatatem.\" She waved her wand and the flower dissappeared and Malfoy hauled himself to his shaky feet.

\"Crippling Curse, Malfoy.\" Harry said with a sarcastic smile. Malfoy narrowed his eyes dangerously.

\"I don\'t know what has gotten into to you boys! Seven years, and you\'d think you could learn to get along.\" McGonagal was furious and her nostrils were flaring. \"Detention! Tonight, my office, 6:00, sharp.\"

Harry gave Malfoy a very dirty look and followed Hermione, who was dragging Ron, up the stairs. Malfoy sneered and stalked away to the Slytherin common room. Blaise followed him at a distance.

When Blaise reached the dorm, he found Draco lying face up on his bed. He went in and sat on the adjacent bed.

\"What happened?\" He asked.

\"Nothing, Blaise.\" Draco was not interested in talking about it. He turned the conversation to other things. \"You fucked Corner yet?\" he asked.

A faint blush appeared on Blaise\'s tanned skin. He\'d been watching Michael for the past few months waiting for his chance. Ever since Michael had broken up with Terry last year, Blaise had had his eye on him.

\"No, I just haven\'t found the right time.\"

\"For fucks sake, Blaise! You\'re a Slytherin! What are you waiting for, go get him if you want him!\" Blaise looked uncomfortable and looked away. Draco rolled his eyes and rolled over on the bed and buried his head in a pillow.

*****

At 6:00 that evening Draco arrived promptly at McGonagal\'s office. Harry stumbled in moments later, looking flushed as though he\'d run to her office. Draco sneered at him and McGonagal motioned for him to sit down. He picked a seat furthest from Draco.

\"Good evening, boys. Tonight, you will spend your detention having a civil conversation.\" Both boys looked ready to kill. \"If you do not succeed, we will be having another detention tomorrow, and I shall know if you have not conversed.\"

After removing their wands from them she left the room and locked the door.

Draco glared at Harry with obvious dislike. Harry ran a hand through his hair, causing it too look even messier than normal, and him to look hotter than ever. Draco forced himself to look away. The sight of Harry standing there looking incredibly delicious was way too tempting when he was trying to be angry.

Harry watched Draco sitting on the table looking regal. His white/blond hair was spiked in an oh-so-gorgeous fashion. His silver eyes were narrowed dangerously, but Harry couldn\'t help feel pulled to them. He shook his head to rid him of these thoughts.

\"Okay, Malfoy. We have to talk unless you\'d like to spend another night here.\"

\"Yes, Potter. I would love to spend my free time listening to you complain.\" Malfoy sneered at him. Harry rolled his eyes.

\"So why\'d you attack me today?\" He asked.

\"Because I wanted to, Potter.\" Malfoy shot at him. Harry put his face in his hands and let out a long sigh. When he looked up, Malfoy was picking at his robes and not looking at Harry.

\"Listen, we have to talk! If we don\'t, we\'ll be stuck here forever! How \'bout if we compromise. We\'ll talk now and we can forget the whole *friendship* deal.\" Draco looked up at Harry with worry in his eyes. he quickly masked it with his usual cold indifference, but not before Harry saw the gleam in his silver eyes.

\"I..We can\'t.\"

\"Can\'t what? Talk or forget the friendship?\" Harry was confused.

\"Potter, I\'m not good at the whole, \'let\'s talk and make everything better\" thing. You\'re just gonna have to wait.\" They were silent for a few minutes.

\"Here, I\'ll tell you something personal and you reciprocate, how about that?\" Harry asked.

Draco looked uneasy at the prospect, but Harry seemed sincere, so he made a movement of agreement. Harry plopped down on a chair close to Draco and thought for a minute, trying to choose the right thing.

\"Alright,\" he said, \"The sorting hat almost put me in Slytherin.\" Draco stared at him, it made him a bit nervous.

\"What?\" He asked. \"Then why aren\'t you in it?\"

\"Because I asked not to.\" Said Harry calmly. \"Your turn.\"

Draco had been caught off guard by this information, and he struggled to think of something to say.

\"Er...I\'m gay.\" He said, not quite sure how personal that was, after all, several people already knew.

Harry sat up suddenly and looked hard at Malfoy. How had he not seen it? The hair, the clothes, his obsession with neatness. Harry looked at Draco in a new light. He\'d always noticed how good looking he was, but now that he knew he was available in that way, it made all the difference.

\"Stop staring, Potter.\" Malfoy drawled. He enjoyed the way Harry\'s eyes were sweeping up and down his body, taking in his appearance.

**

In another part of the castle, there was a soft knock on the door. The door opened and Snape stepped inside. He opened his mouth to say something, but Professor McGonagal made \"shh\"ing sounds and beckoned Snape in. She pointed to two wands on her desk that were talking.

Snape took a seat and listened in.

\"I wasn\'t staring.\"

\"Please, it was beyond obvious.\"

\"You\'re such a prick, Malfoy.\"

\"You know you love me for it.\"

\"You wish.\"

\"You don\'t know what I wish, Potter.\"

Malfoy slid off his table and walked slowly and deliberately towards Harry. He saw a strange gleam in the silver eyes and backed away until his back hit the wall.

\"What are you doing?\" He asked nervously.

Malfoy put a hand on either side of Harry to prevent his escape.

\"Just a little experiment.\" He drawled and leaned in closely to Harry so that his lips were centimeters away from Harry\'s. Harry could feel Draco\'s warm breath against his lips. His breathing increased and Draco smirked. He pressed his lips against Harry\'s, Harry gasped and Draco took the advantage to slip his tongue inside Harry\'s mouth.

Harry moaned as Draco\'s tongue explored his mouth. Draco nibbled on Harry\'s lower lip and ran his tongue over Harry\'s. Draco removed one hand from the wall and slid it under Harry\'s shirt. Harry gasped as Draco\'s hand made contact with his skin.

Malfoy broke the kiss slowly, backed away and smirked at Harry, with a satisfied expression. Harry was incredibly surprised, but a little dissapointed as Draco stepped back. Harry struggled to find words. The kiss had left him stunned, but he knew he must say something and not let Draco get the upper hand.

\"When did you get your tongue pierced?\" Harry hadn\'t ever noticed the silver stud in Draco\'s tongue, but then again, it wasn\'t really visible on first glance. Malfoy smirked.

\"Why? Did you like it, Potter?\" Draco folded his arms across his chest and looked sexier than ever. \"I got it done this summer.\"

\"Actually, I--\" Harry broke off and looked at the door.

Just then, footsteps could be heard outside. Draco and Harry hastily stepped away from each other and moved to opposite sides of the room. McGonagal came walking in, their wands in hand.

\"You are free to go, but be warned, do not fight again.\" She said sternly. They both nodded and left quickly. They hurried up the stairs without speaking and disappeared to their respective common rooms.

Snape appeared from around the doorway and regarded McGonagal. She turned to look at him.

\"What is it that you came to my office for, Severus?\" She asked.

\"The Headmaster would like to suggest that in the next detention, veritaserum would be an excellent addition.\"