Cordis Appentia

Okay I'm adding chapter two cause a friend demanded it and I am obliging them.


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“HELL NO!” Harry shouted, pushing Draco away.

“Oh, come now, darling,” Draco purred. “You know you want me,” he said seductively.

Harry felt like a vice was squeezing his heart.

“No, no, no, no, no, no…” he kept repeating.

Harry felt his breathing become harsh as if all of the oxygen in the room had been sucked out, preventing him from filling his lungs. There was a loud ringing in his ears, shutting out all other noise. Harry’s chest heaved for air. The room began spinning and the last Harry could remember was grabbing onto the nearest something solid, Hermione shouting his name, screaming for him to put his head between his legs, and then…

All went to darkness...

Later, when he thought back, he knew it was the screech that finally woke him…

Voices, there were voices, soft, whispering, and something cold was pressed to his head, covering his eyes. Harry knew he was on his bed. He could feel the familiar crush of his linens, the familiar dent in the middle. Someone he knew was sitting to his right, fussing with the cloth over his eyes. Another, somewhat unfamiliar body was on his left, gently running fingers across his scalp. ‘That feels nice,’ he thought. The gentle strokes were soothing and the scent from the warm body was remembered to him, though he could not place it. ‘Jasmine and sandalwood,’ he said to himself. ‘Nice. So, nice and sexy…’ He wanted to cuddle into that scent, burry himself in it. ‘So, nice...’

He could not remember why he was lying on his bed at the moment, but he felt sickly and the cool cloth was comforting, and the warm hand welcoming, and the smell oddly settling. He murmured, mumbling, but not really saying anything. His mouth was not really working well enough to form words yet. Everything was still so fuzzy, and the throbbing behind his eyes, distracting.

Harry sighed, rolling over toward that sweet and spicy smell. He burrowed into the warm body. He heard a rumbling chuckle against his ear and a strong arm wrap around him, drawing him in tight. Harry sighed again. ‘Warm, safe…’ he thought.

Then he heard it and was immediately awake, sitting up, heart pounding in his chest.

“HARRY POTTER, YOU FUCKING WHORE!”

“GINNY,” Harry heard Ron shout. “You scared the piss out of him.”

Harry knew his eyes were open, but everything was blurry. He felt that someone next to him gently slip his glasses over his nose as the conversation continued.

“Ginny Weasley, if you can’t control yourself, then leave immediately.” Hermione’s voice cut through Harry’s fog. Harry found himself blinking quickly, shaking out the cobwebs that befuddled his mind.

He looked toward the voices as that hand continued to rub his back. He could see Ginny clearly. Ron was holding her back as she strained toward him, claws out.

‘Wow,’ he thought, ‘she looks right pissed.’

Hermione was standing between himself and the two Weasleys in a protective posture. Dean, behind Ron, was looking lost, while, curiously, Blaise Zabini was standing to Hermione’s left, grinning at Harry from ear to ear.

That’s when it all came back to him. Seeing Blaise Zabini standing in his dorm room brought the entire memory crashing down upon him. His stomach roiled and he began to feel dizzy again. The person sitting with him was speaking softly, telling him to calm down as the visions flashed before him…

Breakfast in the Great Hall, the whispers in the corridors, knowing looks, pitiful looks, his anger, the library, the Common Room, the conversation, the potion… Blaise, Dean, Ginny, Hermione, Ron and – and – Draco Malfoy. Harry shut his eyes tightly, cringing as the now recognized voice beside him continued to speak softly. Afraid, he opened his eyes, taking deep breathes.

Slowly, Harry turned his head to his left, toward where that nice smell was coming from, toward where that body was that had felt so right, toward that soothing voice, toward where that person sat who, even now, was so gently rubbing his back, supporting him…

“Draco,” Harry gasped. He felt his face flush bright red. “Oh, Gods,” he breathed out, his body trembling.

“Shush,” Draco said kindly. “Stay calm, Harry, you hyperventilated and fainted,” he said softly almost caressingly.

Harry looked into Draco’s eyes and he did not see what he expected. Draco was looking at him without any menace or mirth, without scorn or hate. Harry gasped; a shudder ran down his spine. Draco Malfoy was looking at him, Harry Potter, with concern and worry and – and – Harry could swear something akin to love, or at least like. Draco’s hand continued to offer comfort, massaging his back reassuringly as he raised his other hand and gently carded his fingers through Harry’s hair. Things were just getting weirder and weirder.

Harry swallowed nervously, but he could not tear his eyes away from Draco’s. He had a million questions, starting with, ‘what the fuck is Draco doing lying on my fucking bed?’

“Um – err – Draco?”

“Yes, Harry.”

“Why are you in my bed?”

Everyone turned and looked at the two boys. Harry could feel their eyes on his back. He didn’t care.

“Well, Harry, when you passed out you grabbed my arm and wouldn’t let go,” Draco answered.

“Okay,” Harry said quietly. “Okay.” Harry needed to think, he needed quiet and he needed to talk calmly to Draco Malfoy.

“OKAY!” Ginny yowled. “OKAY! HARRY, YOU ARE…” Harry whipped his head around to look at the furious girl.

Ron slapped his hand over Ginny’s mouth before she could finish her sentence.

“Shut it, Weasley,” Draco yelled back. It seamed Draco had had quite enough of Miss Weasley. “Where do you get off calling Harry a whore? You little slut…” Draco cocked his brow, giving Ginny Weasley his best scowl. “Who is it who has been shagging half the sixth year boys AND half the fifth, for that matter?” Draco wrapped his arm around Harry protectively; Harry, too in shock, did nothing to remove himself from the embrace.

“It wasn’t Harry’s idea to test your loyalty, Weasley,” Draco continued. “Don’t go placing blame where it shouldn’t be. Harry had no control over what occurred last night, so, my advice to you; shut the fuck up or I will shut you up myself.” Draco sneered at the bitter, angry girl as he continued. “Trust me, bitch, you do not want to piss me off, and you are so very close to doing just that.”

Ginny scowled from behind her brother’s hand. Her anger blazed across her face, so… she bit the hand in front of her.

Ron yelped and jumped away from his sister.

“FUCK YOU, FERRET!” she bellowed as she flung herself toward Harry’s bed. Dean caught hold of her jumper, holding on tightly before she could do any harm.

“I have every right to be upset. He fucking picked you!” Ginny pointed at Harry then to Draco, a crazed look in her eyes, which frightened Harry, causing him to move closer to Draco, remembering Ginny’s Bat Bogey hex. Her eyes went wide and wild at his movement, her own breathing laboured now. “He fucking picked you,” she sobbed. “He was supposed to pick me,” she choked out gut wrenchingly.

Ginny suddenly spun around and wailed into Dean’s shoulder, continuing to mumble “It was supposed to be me” over and over. Dean could do little, caught in the death grip of his soon to be former girlfriend.

“Gin, what exactly did Draco mean, when he said you were sleeping with half the sixth year?” Dean asked timidly, clearly surprised by the news that his girlfriend might be a slut.

Draco spoke before Ginny started yammering again. “Exactly how it sounded, Thomas. Ask around,” he smirked.

Ginny was ready to strike back at Draco, when Harry had, finally, had enough.

“Can you all shut the fuck up?” Harry said with a heavy sigh. “This isn’t helping.” His eyes were still glassy and Harry’s throbbing temple had moved on to a hugely, splitting headache. “I’m confused enough without you lot arguing like this.”

“Sorry, Harry,” Hermione said quietly, turning back to her friend. “Are you feeling better?”

Harry looked at her as if she had sprouted a horn in the middle of her head. “No,” he scowled. “No, I feel like shite, and my head is killing me, and I don’t understand what in the Seven Hells is going on.” Harry was whining, he knew it, and he really didn’t give a flying fuck at the moment, thank you very much. Harry turned and faced the only person who seamed to be giving him straight answers. He turned to Draco…

“I kissed you last night?”

“Yes,”

“After I drank the potion…”

“Yes,”

“I don’t remember…”

“I know.”

“Um – how…”

Harry paused, scrunching up his nose, trying desperately to think and process what he had been told. Alright, he drank the Cordis Appentia potion. This potion made him reveal his heart’s desire. So, evidently, Draco Malfoy is his heart’s desire. Okay. That’s a bit of a surprise. Yup, he didn’t see that coming. Well, maybe he did. Harry sort of found Draco attractive these last few months, especially when Draco revealed his true colours and helped Harry in the end. Dedicating him self to helping in any manner possible, offering Harry sound advice without scorn or insult. Harry would not have been able to defeat Voldemort without Draco’s support. Okay, so yes, Harry had a change of heart where Draco was concerned. He found Draco appealing and yes, he may have even had a few, err… well, more then a few, erotic dreams, featuring the silver-eyed Slytherin. And Merlin’s grey beard, Draco smells so good…

“Fuck,” Harry suddenly said. “Fucking, hell, shite, buggering, buggery hell...”

Harry looked Draco right in the eyes, “Err… How do you feel about this, Draco?” he asked tentatively.

Draco smiled with more than a bit of mischief in his eyes. “Fucking brilliant, Harry,” he exclaimed, pulling Harry closer.

Harry shyly smiled back. “Good,” he whispered.

“Bloody hell, Harry,” Ron groaned. “You and the ferret, I never would have thought.”

“I think it’s wonderful, Harry,” Hermione chimed in. “I’d say this was a lucky accident.” She smiled brightly at the two boys sitting close on the bed. “Yes, a very fortunate mistake.”

“I always thought you two would make an attractive couple,” said Blaise. “Draco’s had a crush on you for years, Harry.”

“BLAISE!” Draco spat. “You were supposed to keep that secret.”

“What the fuck, Dray, cat’s out of the bag now…”

“I don’t care! You were not supposed to tell THEM,” Draco waived his hands at the Gryffindors, “THAT!”

Harry blushed again, grinning up at Draco. “You have?” he asked sweetly.

“Err… well… um… Yes. Alright, fine yes,” Draco stammered. “Happy now?”

Harry nodded, pinking again.

“Merlin’s blue balls, Harry, you are so adorable when you blush,” Draco said as he leaned in to give Harry a soft kiss on the lips, which caused Ginny to hiss, Ron to groan, Hermione to giggle, Dean to chuckle and Blaise to sigh.

“That is so hot,” Hermione declared. “I never would have thought seeing two boys kiss could be such a turn on,” she said matter of fact.

Hermione turned and grabbed Ron’s hand, pulling him toward the door. “Come on, Ronald Weasley, I am going to snog you senseless.”

A feral grin crossed Ron’s face as he dutifully followed his girlfriend. “You two can kiss in front of Hermione any time you want,” he said, waving over his shoulder as he disappeared down the stairs.

Dean scowled, roughly taking Ginny by the hand before she could start another argument. He dragged her from the room. Harry could hear him telling her they were going to have a very long chat, and that perhaps a note to her mother was needed as he pulled the red haired vixen out the door.

“Well, Draco, I won’t wait up,” Blaise said as he glanced between Harry and his Slytherin brother. “See you later, boys.” He chuckled as he moved out of the room, shutting the door behind him, finally leaving Draco and Harry alone.

Harry was nervous to be alone with Draco. His head was still pounding, but, at the same time, his heart was fluttering with anticipation. To his surprise and a bit of relief, Draco gently lowered him back against his pillows, snuggling him close. “Sleep, Harry, we’ll talk later,” he said softly.

Harry breathed Draco’s scent in deeply. Snuggling into the warm body, he fell asleep, warm, safe…