A Good Boy

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Chapter Two – Spying


Harry sat down with his friends in Professor Binns’ classroom. He was late, but it did not matter because, as usual, Binns did not notice anything at all. His two best friends did, though, and Hemione immediately leaned over across Ron.

“Where have you been?”

“Outside. I saw Malfoy sitting by the lake. I think he’s planning something.”

At the mention of Malfoy, Ron quickly joined in.

“What’s he up to this time? You think he’ll try something with… Voldemort?”

Hemione rolled her eyes at that, “Oh, come on, what could he possibly do? Voldemort’s dead, and a seventeen-year-old couldn’t possibly do anything about that.” Hermione wasn’t at all as fast to think bad things about Draco as the other two in their trio. They did not want to listen to that though.

“Maybe not, but what if he’s helping someone?”

“I’ve thought of that, too. He could look in the library-books. He could easily get Snape’s signature to get really nasty books. I’ve seen him spend a lot of time in Snape’s chambers. And then there’s that room I showed you he’s visiting from time to time. Every time I enter it’s empty, but I could swear it doesn’t look that way when Malfoy’s in there.”

“Yeah, that could be his secret head-quarters or something. And what if he…”

Throughout the entire lesson, Harry and Ron continued to discuss the different ways in which Draco could possibly have anything to do with Voldemort, ranging from him researching for someone else all the way to him trying to become the new Dark Lord. Hermione sighed and rolled her eyes at first, amazed that they couldn’t hear how incredibly dim-witted they sounded. Eventually, though, she gave up, focusing instead on taking notes.

By dinner, they were tired of pondering over Malfoy, and so instead they discussed the next Quidditch game: Gryffindor against Slytherin. With Voldemort gone, Harry felt he could focus much more on Quidditch, and beating Malfoy. Some might say this new obsession with beating Malfoy could be Harry’s attempt to find a replacement for his now dead nemesis. Harry just figured Draco was a complete git who deserved it, and didn’t think any more of it. He wanted to beat him, and that was that. He had gotten more difficult to beat on the Quidditch pitch, though. After eating, Harry and Ron headed down to their Quidditch practice.

The practice went by smoothly. The only real mistakes were Ron missing a few shots, probably because Hermione was watching him. They had begun showing much more interest in each other lately; Harry wasn’t sure what he thought about that. He tried to discuss it with Ron when they landed, but Ron acted as though he had no idea what Harry was talking about.

“What? Me? And Hermione? Where have you… What are you… I don’t…” And then he suddenly took great interest in their chaser, Demelza Robins, who had just scored a really good-looking goal. Harry slowed down, watching the Slytherin team enter the arena. He immediately spotted Draco, head held high, laughing as though he was on top of the world. Within seconds, the Slytherin boy noticed him staying behind.

“What’s up, Potter? Want to learn something about Quidditch? Your team could sure use it.”
Harry felt his insides boil. He wanted to remove that superior smirk. “We’ll see who needs what when I beat you again.”

In the changing-room, Harry took a long time to shower and get dressed. He told his team mates not to wait for him. When they had all left, he waited, and waited, and waited. He waited until he could hear the Slytherin team coming towards the changing room, and then sneaked back to the pitch. As quietly as he could, he walked up the stairs and sat down in a corner. He wished he had his invisibility cloak with him, but this wasn’t something he’d planned. It was just an impulse, really.

He watched the form flying above him. It was Draco Malfoy. For some reason he always stayed behind, flying around until all the other members of the Slytherin team had left. He was so graceful; it was like he didn’t even have a broom, and was flying on his own. Harry had never seen anyone fly like he did. It might not be the best way to play Quidditch – he didn’t turn quickly enough – but it was beautiful. Harry had noticed lately that Draco did everything with the same grace. Harry, with his robust and inelegant Gryffindor ways, couldn’t understand how he did it. And though he’d never say so, he admired him for it. And whilst he would absolutely never say it, he found it rather hot. The not so very innocent part of his brain wondered if he was just as graceful in bed…

Of course, that was something any normal teenager would think about.

Draco continued to fly as though nothing was out of the ordinary. Harry probably didn’t even think he’d noticed him. Yeah, like he wouldn’t notice someone as clumsy as him, stomping up the stairs like an elephant. Now he was watching him. If Draco felt eyes on him in the corridors, it made him queasy, not knowing if someone would jump at him. It was a completely different matter if someone watched him fly, though. Up there, no one could touch him. Up there, he felt invincible.

He knew how well he could fly, and didn’t mind showing it off. And he also knew he looked good doing it. When he had flown around long enough to be sure his team mates had left, he retreated to the changing room. He dropped Harry from his thoughts immediately, having enough to think of already. He took longer than necessary to change, trying to postpone what was ahead of him. But he knew he couldn’t stop it, so why make a fuss? When he was done, he headed for dinner, but thought better of it. Feeling nauseated by himself didn’t always give him the best appetite.

What he did not know was that Harry was still eyeing him suspiciously.

Harry sat down next to his friends, and began telling them in a low voice what he had witnessed. “I just know there’s something going on. He didn’t even have time to eat dinner!”

“Harry, for crying out loud, he’s just a student!” said Hermione, looking very irritated.

“Well, he is also the son of a Death Eater. Who knows what he’s been taught in the summers?” Ron chipped in, ignoring Hermione’s glaring eyes.

“Exactly my point,” Harry said. “He’s up to something, and I’m going to find out what.”


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Later that evening, Harry found himself outside Snape’s chambers. He had been led there by the Mauruder’s Map.

‘I knew it,’ he thought. ‘They’re planning something together. Why else would he spend so much time here?’

He tried to hear what was said, but the door was soundproofed. Instead, he sat down to wait until they were finished.

An hour later, he had almost fallen asleep, but he rose quickly when the door opened. He gulped as he saw Draco exit the room, robe barely on him and with a serious case of bed-head. He had never seen a more erotic sight in his life. But then he shuddered as he imagined Snape… No, he did NOT want to think about Snape doing anything sexual. Draco and Snape, who would have thought? He couldn’t quite understand how Draco could do anything like that with him. Maybe he was wrong, though; there could be all sorts of explanations for Draco’s appearance. He removed the invisibility cloak.

“Well, well, what do we have here?”

Draco stopped dead in his tracks.

‘Oh FUCK!’ Draco thought as he desperately tried to straighten his robe. ‘Why Potter? Why now?’

He turned around, trying to look as unaffected as possible, as though he always wandered the hallways looking like this.

“What do you want, Potter?”

Potter snickered in that gloating, superior way of his.

“You and Snape. No wonder he treats you like you’re something special.”

Draco’s vision blackened, and he almost fainted. ‘No,’ he thought. ‘He will not get to me!’ He didn’t faint, but he got angry. Angry at himself for not being cautious, and angry at Harry for seeing him like this.

“Yeah, right, like every other teacher in this school doesn’t treat YOU like YOU’RE something special. Does that mean you’re fucking them all?” Draco tried to calm himself, but it was no use. This was his worst nightmare coming true, and his temper had already spiralled out of control.

And Harry just sniggered, not at all as affected as Draco had hoped he would be. “So you do fuck him. Oh my, I can’t wait to tell Ron and Hermione about this.”

Draco, again, thought he’d faint. “NO! Listen, Potter, you can’t tell anyone about this!” Draco was panicking and having a hard time not letting it show. Never in his life had he lost control like this. Would everything he had tried to hide for so long be revealed just like that? His father would kill him for sure.

“Oh really? And what makes you think I’d care what you want?”

Draco swallowed hard. He didn’t like begging, but if it was necessary, he would do it.

“Listen, Potter. Please. I really don’t want this to come out.”

Draco could see the shock in Harry’s face when he heard him say please, as though it was a bigger surprise than him fucking Snape. But after all, the Gryffindor had never been very good at hiding his emotions.

“Well, if it’s that important to you… On one condition: answer one question. Truthfully.”

“Fine, Potter, ask away.” He couldn’t believe his luck. If he had something like this on Potter, he’d never give it up.

“Why? Why would you fuck Snape?”

Draco laughed on the inside. He couldn’t believe Potter’s stupidity in thinking that everyone was as honest as the Gryffindor pack. “Because I like it.” Draco congratulated himself for being such a good liar, but then something started whistling in Harry’s pockets. He hesitated, not sure he wanted to know what it was. “What is that?”

“This…” Harry removed the object from his pocket. “…is a sneakoscope. And you didn’t answer truthfully.”

‘Oh FUCK!’ Draco thought for the second time that night. He shouldn’t have thought he would get away that easily.

“Fine. Because I have to, all right?” And the sneakoscope was silent. Believing he was safe, Draco turned to leave. But Potter wasn’t convinced.

“No, wait, Malfoy. If you seriously believe that is going to keep me quiet, you’re very mistaken.”

Draco didn’t see how he could get out of this one. There was nothing else he could do. He’d have to use a drastic method: telling the truth. It was still better than this coming out.

“I do it because I have to. Professor Snape would let everyone know if I didn’t. And I don’t even want to think of what my father would do… say to me if I disobeyed him. That’s it. Now will you let it go?”

Potter just looked at him as though he was as disgusting as he felt. After a few seconds that felt more like hours, he answered in a barely audible tone. “Fine…”

As Draco walked away, Harry stood there watching him as though it was the first time he really saw him.

Harry watched Draco’s back as he walked away, and then returned to the Gryffindor tower. Right then he really wanted a Pensieve. Draco and Snape, fucking. Draco saying he had to do it. And the sneakoscope had been quiet.

Harry didn’t know what to think. He really wanted to discuss this with Ron and Hermione, but he couldn’t. He had made a promise and he would keep it. He almost regretted going down there. It made him so confused, his thoughts swirling by too quickly for him to make any sense of them. He hated Draco, right? He took out the Mauruder’s Map and looked to see where Draco was. He was in that room in the northern tower. It wasn’t the first time Harry had seen him there, and this time he was more curious than ever as to what he was doing there.

Well, at least he did not need to ponder anymore why Draco spent so much time in Snape’s chambers… He tried to block those images out of his mind; he did not want to think about that. Especially since he really didn’t like the way his dick was reacting. He told himself once again that he was a teenager and that anyone might react like this. He pondered whether or not he should use this new information to his advantage. He could easily blackmail Draco. For the next hour, he planned different ways to use it against him. Not even once did he think about the fact that Draco had lied when he said he liked it.