Startling Revelations

A/N: First off, I would like to say thank you to everyone who has reviewed, I’m glad to hear your feedback about my story.

Startling Revelations
Chapter Two



Five days. It had been five days since he had kissed Harry Potter. Five days of everyone in his house casting furtive looks in his direction every time he passed, whispering not-too-quietly behind his back. Five days of casting his eyes everywhere but Potter when he saw him in the halls, in classes, and during meal times. Five days in which he had isolated himself from everyone, trying to understand what had possessed him to kiss the boy in the first place.


Looking back, he realized that he had always been drawn to Potter. Maybe not in a sexual way at first, but when he really thought about it, he couldn’t be all too surprised that it would turn sexual.He had realized he was bisexual, though mostly attracted to males, some time during his third year. Ever since that day in Madam Malkin’s when he hadn’t even known the boy was Harry Potter, he had this inexplicable urge to be close to him. Those startlingly green eyes, so wide and innocent at the time, had made Draco feel the need to act smug and superior around the boy, as if to impress him. Unfortunately it had done just the opposite, and after meeting him the second time, Draco had made an even worse impression which had foiled his attempts of ever befriending Harry.


If he wanted to be completely honest with himself, his physical attraction to Potter began during his fifth year. While looking for ways to catch Potter doing something wrong while he was on Umbridge’s squad, he started feel strangely towards Potter. He found himself staring at Potter during mealtimes, watching the way he would suck innocently on his spoon between mouthfuls of soup and convincing himself that the stirring that he felt in his stomach was just disgust for his deplorable eating habits. When they were fighting, the flash of rage he would see reflecting in his emerald green eyes would give Draco a funny feeling in his lower stomach. At times he would find his eyes lingering on Potter’s backside far longer than would be considered normal. He noticed that he had even doubled his efforts to make Potter’s life miserable. At the time, he convinced himself that he did it for the sole purpose of his own entertainment, but in reality seeing Potter angry aroused him.


Sixth year had been even worse. His obsession with Potter had definitely taken a turn to sexual attraction, although he refused to admit it. He couldn’t even count the number of time’s he’d awoken with a raging erection, having dreamt about him. In some of the dreams they were on the quidditch pitch, rolling around in the grass and snogging furiously. Other times he dreamt of Potter sucking him off, or the two of them shagging in the Prefect’s bathroom. What was even worse than that, was the time he was shagging some fifth year boy, and realized that he had been imagining it was Potter the whole time. Unable to admit what this really was, he chalked it up to stress his hormones going haywire.


Well now Draco had no choice but to admit it. He was fucking attracted to Harry Potter. He’d made that fact blatantly clear to himself and everyone else by snogging him silly in the dungeons. But where did that leave him now? He by no means wanted a relationship with the boy. He still thought that Potter was a complete twit for the most part, but he wouldn’t mind if they were to become fuck buddies. He doubted that would be possible, though. Potter was much too noble to have sex with no strings attatched. Hell, he doubted Potter would have sex with strings attached. He had no clue what Potter had even thought about the kiss, anyway. Well he had kissed him back, hadn’t he? And Draco had felt Potter’s arousal against his leg. That had to mean that Potter was somewhat attracted to him, but that didn’t mean Draco felt it would be wise to approach him. He had a feeling that Potter would probably punch him before he could even get a word out.


Surprisingly neither of the boys were punished for their fight, or for snogging openly in front of their classmates and professors. Said professors were probably too shocked to do much of anything. It’s not every day you see Hogwarts’ two biggest rivals playing tonsil hockey on the floor.



After Potter had run off, Snape started class and Draco had no choice but to attend. He’d felt extremely uncomfortable, working on his potion amidst his classmates who were all whispering about him. Snape had been in an even more foul mood than usual and Draco had wanted to hide in his cauldron, knowing that he had been the cause of it.


Now, looking across the great hall during breakfast, Draco was subtly observing the Gryffindor table. Potter was sitting at an one end next to the mudblood, looking miserable. Weasley was sitting all the way at the opposite end of the table. Draco guessed that he wasn’t talking to Potter because of what had happened. Draco’s own friends weren’t really talking to him either, though not for lack of trying. Draco simply had refused to talk to anyone, including Blaise, someone whom he considered his best friend. Sighing, Draco stood and walked from the great hall, pretending not to notice all of the eyes upon him.

***
Harry was in the library, doing homework with Hermione. Normally the library was usually the last place he wanted to be, but recent events had left him with little choice considering that Hermione was one of the very few that was still speaking to him.



After he had run away from the potions classroom, Harry had spent the day lying in his bed, trying to come up with a reasonable excuse for acting the way he did. As much as he’d like to claim what Ron had said as true, he knew that Malfoy had not put a spell on him. For some unexplainable reason he was genuinely attracted to the boy. Just thinking about the kiss they had shared made the front of Harry’s pants tight, and he shifted in his seat to help ease the pressure. He looked up to see that Hermione had caught him squirming about.


“Is something the matter, Harry?” She asked in a concerned voice. Harry tried to keep the heat from appearing in his cheeks before replying.

“Er, no my leg just fell asleep.”

Although Hermione was talking to Harry, they had not once mentioned what had happened between Malfoy and himself. Harry guessed that either she was waiting for him to talk to her about it, or she was so disgusted that she was trying to forget it had ever happened. Harry really wanted to know what she thought about things, since he hadn’t really a clue as to what to think himself. Did being attracted to Malfoy mean he was gay? Harry didn’t know how he felt about that. If his parents and Sirius could see him now, what would they say? Would his father have been ashamed to have a gay son? Was Malfoy even gay? What did he think of this whole situation? The boy hadn’t tried to talk to him once in the past five days. Did that mean he regretted what he’d done?


“Hermione?”


“Yes, Harry?” He blushed. He didn’t really know how to bring up the subject.

“Er..” She sighed.

“Do you want to talk about what happened in outside of the potions classroom, Harry?” She asked helpfully. He nodded, relieved that she wasn’t going to make this too hard on him.

“I’m just really confused, I don’t know what to think about it all.”

“Well I must admit, Harry, I was pretty shocked. Though I suppose it does make sense in a way.” She said, and upon seeing his incredulous look, continued to explain “Well, you and Malfoy have always had this intense connection, and it’s not surprising this happened now that we know you’re gay.”

“What makes you think that I’m gay?” He demanded loudly, and received a glare from Madam Pince, Hermoine rolled her eyes.


“Oh, honestly! I’ve never seen a kiss that passionate, save from some muggle movies. There’s no way you would have responded that way if you weren’t gay, or at least bisexual.” Harry didn’t really know what to say to that.

“There’s nothing wrong with that, you know.” he thought about that for a few moments, before asking his next question.


“Well, what do you think about the fact that it was Malfoy?” Hermione looked thoughtful for a few moments.

“I can’t say that I like him, or that I would ever think he was good enough for you. But if you wanted to be with him I would support you.”

“I never said anything about wanting to be with him! I still think he’s a git. I’m just, er, attracted to him?” Hermione shrugged.


“You know I’ll support you in anything you decide, right? And don’t worry, Ron will come around soon.” Harry hoped she was right. Ron was his first friend since coming to Hogwarts, and he didn’t want to lose him after all of these years.


Down in the Slytherin common room Draco had just finished having a similar conversation with Blaise. Blaise had cornered him and told him that if he didn’t talk about it, he was going to hex him silly.

Blaise had basically convinced him that in order to find out how he really felt about Potter, and vice vera he had to approach him. If he ended up getting punched in the face, then at least he knew here he stood.


And that’s where he was headed at this very moment.


To find Potter, and hopefully keep his two front teeth intact.


Harry had just the left the library. He was heading toward the hospital wing to get a headache potion from Madam Pomfrey. His scar wasn’t hurting, that had stopped when Voldemort died. Harry thought that the only reason he had a headache right now was because he couldn’t stop thinking about his situation with Malfoy.


Harry had decided that he was not going to approach Malfoy, and that if the boy came to him then he would tell him that he wanted nothing to do with him. That wasn’t exactly true, but Harry knew if he had a relationship of any kind with Malfoy, it would be the end of his friendship with Ron. He just couldn’t give up the six years that they had been friends for Malfoy, who’d been his enemy for that same span of time. Not to mention that if Ron stopped talking to him the rest of the Weasley’s surely would as well. They were practically his family now, and he didn’t want to lose them.


Harry was so preoccupied in his thoughts that it came as quite a shock when someone grabbed him by the back of his robes and tugged him into an empty classroom. He whirled around quickly, only to come face to face with the boy who had been haunting his thoughts for the past five days.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, Malfoy?” Malfoy backed up as if to give him some space, and looked at him cautiously.

“Now there’s no need to get hostile, Potter. I just want to talk.” Harry didn’t need to ask what he wanted to talk about.


“Look there’s nothing to really talk about. That kiss was absolutely disgusting, so how about we pretend that it never happened.” Harry said, thinking that it would be easier if he could convince Malfoy that he was not attracted to him in the slightest. Something flashed in those grey eyes, and suddenly Malfoy was advancing on him.

“Oh really, Potter?” He said, all the while still moving closer. Harry found that every time Malfoy took a step forward, he would take three steps back. Soon he found himself backed against the wall with Malfoy only an inch away.


“Somehow, I find that hard to believe.” He said, and Harry could feel his lips brushing sensually against his ear. He tried to act as thought it didn’t affect him.

“Well, believe it, Malfoy! I don’t like boys, and if I did you’d be the last on my list!” Without warning, one of his arms came around Harry’s waist, while the other came up to his face, lightly stroking his lips with gentle fingers. His breathing was erratic, coming out in uneven puffs against Harry’s face. It was all Harry could do to keep from clutching Malfoy to him. As much as he hated to admit it, he desperately wanted to feel the other boy’s body against his own.

“Oh come off it, Potter. You were just as hard as I was that day, and I’m willing to bet you’re just as hard as I am right now.” A hand gently cupped the bulge in his trousers and Harry couldn’t hold back a groan.

Pulling back slightly Malfoy’s eyes locked with his own in a lustful gaze, and suddenly they were kissing again. This kiss was even more explosive then their first, if that was possible. Malfoy’s tongue was doing such skillful things to his own that Harry couldn’t help but moan into his mouth. He gasped when Malfoy’s hands came in contact with his backside, pulling him closer and he felt almost dizzy with pleasure as the other boy’s hardness rubbed briefly against his own.

Harry found his own hands wandering up to the blondes hair which was amazingly soft, something Harry had not noticed when he had been bashing the boy’s head into the floor just days ago. He gasped for air when Malfoy’s lips released his own and did so a second time when they latched onto his neck, sucking greedily and occasionally biting gently with his teeth. Harry felt his knees go weak, and he probably would have sank to the floor if Malfoy’s arms hadn’t gripped his shoulders tightly holding him in place.

Malfoy’s lips found his again, while one hand tangled in Harry’s hair, and the other came down to the bulge in his pants, massaging it teasingly. His hips jerked forward as if by their own accord, desperate to increase the friction. The other boy eagerly complied, applying more pressure before beginning to undo his trousers. It was the sound of his zipper being pulled down that brought Harry back to reality. Reluctantly he pushed Malfoy away, while trying to catch his breath.
“Look Malfoy, I can’t-”

“Damn it, Potter! What do you mean you can’t? You didn’t seem to mind a few minutes ago.”

“I’m not saying I didn’t like it,” He started, hating the fact that he was blushing, “But this just isn’t going to work. None of my friends will even talk to me anymore, except for Hermione. Ron won’t even look at me.”

“They obviously can’t be that great of friends, can they? Dropping you like dirt just because they don’t approve of who you’re snogging!” Malfoy said heatedly, trying to close the distance between them and catch Harry’s lips with his own again. Harry turned his head to the side, not willing to allow him self to get caught up in it a second time.


“That’s not fair and you know it! You’ve been awful to my friends, so even if they approved of me liking other blokes, why would they ever approve of you?” The other boy glared at him furiously.

“Well, you’ve haven’t exactly behaved like a ray of sunshine towards my friends either, you know!”

“Exactly! That is exactly why this would never work! Nobody wants to see us together!” Malfoy let out a groan of pure frustration.

“Who cares?” He demanded, “Who cares what everybody else wants! This is about you want, Potter, and don’t you dare try to deny that you want me.” Harry could start to feel his resolve lessening, but he wasn’t about to give in just yet.

“Alright, I want you! But just cause I’m attracted to you doesn’t mean that we can make this work! Just because I want to snog you doesn’t mean that I like you!” Draco blinked at him.

“Who said anything about liking each other, Potter? I never said I liked you. I just want to shag your brains out.”He said, his voice had taken on a husky tone Harry found himself in the Slytherins arms once again.

“So what does this mean? We fool around, but we’re not in a relationship?” To be honest, when Harry said it out loud, it didn’t actually sound like that bad of an idea, especially since Malfoy’s tongue had begun doing delightful things to his neck again, while one hand slipped under his shirt. Harry gasped slightly at the skin-to-skin contact.

“Yes, exactly.” Malfoy practically purred and it took Harry a moment to remember what they had been talking about. Harry sighed, he had a feeling that he was going to regret agreeing to his later.


***

A little while later, Harry made his way back to Gryffindor Tower, because he was about ten minutes past curfew. After they had made their agreement, he and Malfoy had done more snogging and some light petting, but Harry wasn’t ready for anything more than that. He could tell that Malfoy had much more experience than he did. He seemed to know exactly where to touch and kiss him, while Harry didn’t quite feel comfortable putting his hands anywhere except the other boy’s hair and shoulders. Malfoy hadn’t seemed to mind though, he probably realized that Harry didn’t have a lot of experience.


Harry entered the Gryffindor common room to see that it was empty except for Hermione and Ron. They both looked up when they saw Harry come in. Ron stood up and started to approach him.

“Look, mate, sorry I’ve been avoiding you....” He paused, and Harry watched as his blue eyes turned cold.

“You were with him again, weren’t you?” Ron accused furiously. How could he possibly know that? He had made sure to straighten out his hair and robes before he came back to the tower.

“What makes you say that?”

“Don’t treat me like I’m stupid, Harry! Do you honestly think I can’t see that hickey on your neck?” Harry’s hand immediately shot up to his neck. He’d completely forgot that what Malfoy had been doing to it earlier. He looked at Ron’s angry face, knowing he couldn’t deny it.

“You know what, Harry? Do whatever the fuck you want. Go shag Malfoy for all I care but don’t complain to me when you end up getting hurt because as far as I’m concerned, this friendship is over.”


TBC
Please review and tell me what you thought of this chapter!