Miscommunications

Title: “Miscommunications ”
Genre: drabble, pwp
Pairing: DM/HP
Rating: NC-17
Word Count:
Warnings: Talk of sexual situtations.
Disclaimer: I don’t own a thing. It’s all the property of J.K Rowling, and this story is being written for entertainment purposes only. Not a dime is being made.
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The thing that was bothering him most was the fact that one soft groan refused to leave his thoughts, and had some how made its way into his dreams. Draco had finally come to the conclusion that he couldn’t call those said dreams nightmares because they did fulfill a purpose. Groaning he rolled to his side while throwing the covers back, he knew that he could just use a quick cleaning charm but the idea of having hot water pouring over him had a much better appeal then the latter. Usually after a dream like that Malfoy would scrub his skin raw to try as best as he could to clean himself of Potter’s touch or ‘lack of’his mind chided.

As he padded into the bathroom dropping his black silk night clothes along the way he thought back to the last time Potter had touched him. Noting that the last time had been the best, but completely disappointed that he had to get Potter riled up enough to cause either of them harm. Each attack seeming to come farther and farther away, making Malfoy try to come up with more inventive ways of making Potter.. No Harry, lose his temper.

‘At least that misunderstanding with the entire student body had been laid to rest.’ He thought morosely. I mean how perverted can one get? Very if the last unsigned post was anything to go by. He shuddered at the way that letter had gone.

Dear Potter’s mate

I know that this is rather forward, but it has come to my attention that I am not the lover that I wish I were. If you could perhaps do me a services and ask your father if he could teach me all the things that he has taught you. I don’t mind it rough and bondage wouldn’t bother me either, but blood play is completely out.
Sincerely yours to use BZ


Draco had been at tea at the time the last one of the day, this meant everyone had seen him not only pale, gag and nearly bash in Goyle’s head when he did one of his failed attempts at wit. But him whimpering as Professor Snape bodily dragged him from the Great hall to his misery and the delight of one raven haired Gryffindor. He had also yelled a threat at Potter which caused several people to out right laugh at him.


Harry had watched the display in the Great Hall last night with an unreadable look on his face that was until Malfoy had yelled across the hall.” Don’t you look at me Potty, or I’ll shove my foot so far up your bum hole that you’ll be able to suck my toes.” Harry knew that Malfoy hadn’t meant it to sound sexual but with all the rumors floating about, it wasn’t a wonder that they could say anything without it being twisted into something naughty.

Speaking of which, that was what brought the raven haired boy to be sitting over a now empty plate in the kitchens. Not a house elf in site, he was able to think about the last few days, well months really. Not that he missed the out right brawling with Malfoy, but the blonde boy had become sloppy and down right crude when it came to his insults. Not only that Harry had to find some other type of curse so that they could touch each other without it seeming like they both wanted it. The last thing either wanted was to have someone think that there was something going on. Harry was expected to find a nice pretty witch, and Draco was expected to marry and produce an heir. As time went on neither were happy with the tasks given to them by others.

Standing up Harry left his plate calling out to the seemingly empty kitchen thanks for the late snack, before turning and leaving the brightly lit room to a slightly darkened corridor. He had already finished his shower for the day and knew that going to the library before Hermione did would cause him to lose house points. Not that there was a rule against going to the library, but there was one in standing about being out and about before the allowed time table. Quietly making his way back to the Gryffindor common room he slumped in the over sized chair near the large flickering fire place.

Harry had been thinking of some way to allow them both to come out and show their affections to each other. A simple pensive was quickly dismissed as being something girlish, and even though Poetry was the exact same in some circles he knew that he was fairly good at writing it. So he set to task of coming up with something that would fit his mood. And the feelings that he would want the other to know, the poem was a far cry from one written in love and compassion.

Draco.

This is why I suffer.
This is why I pain.
Can you teach me how not to ignore the thing that abides in me?

This animal lust.
This animal trust.
Can’t deny what is a part of me.

I think of ripping your head off and using it as a stopper.
I think of pushing you down the stairs, only to watch you mangle.
Inside I cringe, at such unholy thoughts that waft through my mind.

Why do I hate you so?
Because your love means the end.

HJP.

Across the way Draco who was now finished with his shower, was sitting at his writing desk doing the same as the other boy, not that he could write well, even if his private tutor had said so.

Potter


The pain, the Rejection, when you find out.

The despair, the relief, when you speak it to me.

The silence, the attention, when you retreat.

The waiting, the resentment, for all infinity.

The trouble, the disasters, why accept me?

The love, the fear, will I fail to bare.

The hope, the end, dare I speak its name?

The drifting, the beginning, I wish I even cared.

The change, the hate, will tomorrow make it end?

The trust, the beast, will you forgive me?

DLM.


Several hours later, both boys sat at their respective tables, with identical looks of horror plainly writing on their faces. ‘How dare Potter presume to write me such dribble’ snipped Draco.

Harry shot unreadable looks towards Malfoy in hope to catch the others eye, which Draco avoided with a vengeance. Grumbling under his breath Harry moved towards the exit, ‘Fucking Malfoy, I’ll just knock him off his broom. I wonder if ferrets can fly.’

His friends remained sitting in place for minutes before thinking it safe to follow Harry down to the Quidditch pitch. The game today against Slytherin and Gryffindor was to be the biggest yet, well that was the hope since it would be their last match between two famous rivals.

‘Bloody Potter, I hope he breaks… I wish he would …’ Draco groaned out loud before standing up and loudly stating,” I hate you all, but most of all I hate HIM.”

With that Draco turned and stormed out of the Great Hall, to the dismay of the Slytherin’s while losing ten house points for his disruption. No one had to ask who the him that Draco was talking about, after the closet incident had been cleared up, everyone had noticed how they to seemed to jump through hoops to avoid each other. Or worst try to grab the others attention, “Like peacocks, both are displaying for each other.” Seamus had stated.

“More like mates in heat.” Pansy mumbled as the collective houses moved towards the pitch and found spaces. Even if there were still random house fights, and or arguments people chose to sit anywhere they deemed would be a right spot to see the ensuing match.
Colin was practically hanging over the side of the spectator’s tower trying to get before the match shots. Denis was making sure to keep a nice firm grip on his brothers’ pants, least the elder Creevey brother became exited and went over to take a head dive below.


The first few minutes of the match began with only small taunts from each house, on the twenty minute mark it all went down hill.

Harry brought his broom to hover near Malfoy’s own broom.

“When you go home… will your father take you in the yard or at least wait until you’ve unpacked?” Harry asked brightly.

Malfoy didn’t give him a chance to react; instead he balled his fist up and rammed it as hard as he could against the other boys exposed side. Smiling in satisfaction, Draco heard the cry of pain that slipped from the others tightly clenched teeth.

Harry, was quick to recover and neither bothered thinking as they exchanged punches, nor the fact that the crowd had gone silent. Harry didn’t notice the bludger shrieking towards him, but Draco did. He didn’t have time to do anything but yank himself back, in short pulling Harry with him as the metal ball missed the dark haired boy by mere inches. The reason was that both were now falling through the air, luck was with them since they had only been 25 feet up. Harry hit first, Draco a spilt second after, the snapping wet sounds as their bodies broke in several places caused a collective gasp.

“Kill you.” Harry hissed.

“Kill you first.” Draco groaned.

Both quickly lost track as they were floated back to the castle then up to the infirmary, once there, neither could be put in a separate bed. If done so one or the other would thrash about trying to move closer to the other. After a while Madame Pomfry gave up just deciding on putting two patient beds together.

“Hate you.” Harry glared.

“Hate you more.” The silver eyed young man added.

“Ferret.”

“Scar head.”

“Arrogant prat.”

“Overzealous Hero.”

“You’re more then a hero then I, Malfoy.”

“You were at least born to it, Potter.”

“Not by choice, other wise I would have been another name less wizard on the list for who had perished.”

“Highly doubtful, you choose, just like everyone else.”

“I’m sorry I tried to kill you several times. I was just so angry.”

“As am I, I also didn’t mean to cause you such pain.”

“Did you just apologize, Malfoy?”

“Draco. I never said the word, Potter.”

“Harry. This will make it into the profit you know, Draco.”

“I know Harry maybe for once they will get their facts straight. Give me all the credit and make you the whittle damsel in distress.”

“I wasn’t in distress until you cracked my rib!”

“So you’re admitting that you are whittle and a damsel.”

“No, I’m just…I think we have an audience.”

“Oh I know they’ve been there since the beginning, don’t you notice we don’t hurt anymore?”

“Well...” Harry stretched to checking his limbs” I suppose I was so wrapped up in our
chat.”
“I thought that if we ignored them they would go away.”

“Draco, do try not to be so rude.”

“Fine, but I’m warning you know, it’s the only way I know how to be.”

Both boys sat up at the same time, looking around at the worried faces. The green eyed boy with a smile on his face and the silver eyed boy with a sneer. “Who won?” both asked as one.

“Neither.” The stern voice of Severus Snape snapped. “Because of your immature display both teams have been this qualified, leaving Ravenclaw to win and Hufflepuff to second. Both you and Mister Potter will be serving detention for the remainder of the year.” The black haired man sniffed once while glaring at Harry before turning his cloak swooshing behind him, exiting the infirmary.

“See what you’ve gone and done, Harry?”

“Me?! You hit me first you prat.”

“Here we go again.” Said the youngest Weasley child.