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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult +
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6,148
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starting to wonder
Ch2 starting to wonder
The silent mob of students stood shocked, staring at the boy-who-lived in awe at his transformation. Draco Malfoy was the first person to break the hold on his mind. Draco stepped forward, pushing a group of first year Ravenclaws out of the way, into the great hall. “Oi, Potter! What the hell do you think your doing, that’s my seat and my plate!” With a slight smirk Draco continued, “why don’t you go sit with your little mudblood and weaslet, and stop disgracing my table.” By now Draco had crossed the great hall and was standing next to the boy wonder, arms crossed and a smirk in place. Harry sat in his seat; calm, collective, and seemingly bored, with a fork raised to his mouth, halted in its actions by Draco’s tirade. Bringing the fork to his mouth, Harry bit the piece of melon off his fork and gently placed the fork down on to the table. Turning to Draco Harry smirked; an almost identical one to Draco’s and stood up. “Why, Draco you should relax; it’s not like I’m leaking nice-ness on to your precious bench.” Harry’s smirk grew uncharacteristically more Malfoy-ish and he stepped forward, stopping next to Draco, mere inches from the blondes’ ear. Harry whispered “or maybe you’re afraid you’ll become like me just by touching my germs.” On the last word Harry leaned closer, his lips touching Draco’s ear. “That’s it, right… Draco.” Harry stepped past Draco, to his own table and took a seat, grabbed another plate and started to eat again.
After breakfast and everyone had gone to class, Harry walked to Dumbledore’s office, called out the password to the gargoyle, and climbed the spiral stairs. Harry knocked on the door and waited to be let in. “Come in Harry.” Dumbledore’s voice called out. Harry turned the knob and walked in, stopping to close the door, and then he went and sat in his usual chair. “Harry, what is it you wish to talk to me about?” Dumbledore asked, bridging his fingers. “My room Harry replied.
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Draco was sitting in care of magical creatures, avoiding the 5ft tall stag beetle while thinking. Pansy and Blaze were sitting with him Crabbe and Goyle having been expelled for trying to kill a group of Hufflepuffs. Draco’s mind had been reeling all morning, Harry Potter was back; he had disappeared right after the war, and he wasn’t his usual self. During breakfast Harry had talked to no one, not even Hermione or Ginny (Ron died in the war). Harry ate his food with an almost serious look on his face; it would have been serious if the goofy play at his lips hadn’t been present.
Flash back-ish
All during breakfast Draco had watched, no, stared at Harry, unable to take his eyes off him; his ear tingled where Harry’s lips had touched it. Every time Harry’s lips would open to slip food into his mouth, Draco’s heart would beat faster. He was confused, why was Harry Potter’s presence causing these things to happen to him, he was never affected like this before the war.
End of Flash back
Draco was pulled from his thoughts as a “giant” biting book hit him in the back of the head. “Draco dear” Pansy said, her face coming into view; book in hand. “You’re blushing, whatever are you thinking about?” Draco was shocked. He was blushing? “Malfoy's don’t blush” Draco said smugly. “Fine, you’re not blushing. But what were you thinking about?” Pansy snapped at him. “Nothing” Draco snapped back, Pansy was about to reply when a whistle ripped across the field, signaling the end of class and the start of lunch. Draco grabbed his things and hurried off; thanking the gods that Hagrid had blown that whistle. In the great hall, Draco followed the ever-present crowd of students to his seat.
Harry walked into the great hall for a second time that day; a hush fell over the room as Harry looked around. Standing in the center of the room Harry looked between the Gryffindor tables and the Slytherin ones. Nodding his head, Harry began to walk towards the Slytherin tables. Taking a seat at the end of the first table, he shined a “glorious smile” at a first year Slytherin boy sitting in front of him and began piling food on to his plate. “WHAT THE BLOODY HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING POTTER?” Draco, who had been sitting on the opposite end of the table, was on his feet and making his way towards Harry. “I think it’s called eating, Draco.” Harry replied, sarcasm dripping from his voice. Draco had made it to Harry’s side and was ready to explode. “I know that you’re eating, I mean what the fuck are you doing at my table? Go eat with your little Griffies!” Draco sneered at Harry, getting angrier and angrier. By now all eyes were on the two boys, even on looking professors, too shocked to do anything. Harry took a drink of his pumpkin juice and turned to look at the red faced boy. “No, I like it here better. I think I’ll stay.” Draco exploded; he grabbed the front of Harry’s robes and yanked him up, noses touching, Draco hissed at Harry “What did you say?” Harry grabbed Draco’s hands and pulled them off his robes, straightened his ruffled robes and replied, “I said I like this seat better.” A vain in Draco’s neck bulged. Snape finally snapped to attention. “Potter! Malfoy! 20 points from both your houses for fighting, and detention with me tonight. Now potter, get back to your houses tables.” Nodding his head, Harry grabbed his things and walked to his houses tables
TBC
The silent mob of students stood shocked, staring at the boy-who-lived in awe at his transformation. Draco Malfoy was the first person to break the hold on his mind. Draco stepped forward, pushing a group of first year Ravenclaws out of the way, into the great hall. “Oi, Potter! What the hell do you think your doing, that’s my seat and my plate!” With a slight smirk Draco continued, “why don’t you go sit with your little mudblood and weaslet, and stop disgracing my table.” By now Draco had crossed the great hall and was standing next to the boy wonder, arms crossed and a smirk in place. Harry sat in his seat; calm, collective, and seemingly bored, with a fork raised to his mouth, halted in its actions by Draco’s tirade. Bringing the fork to his mouth, Harry bit the piece of melon off his fork and gently placed the fork down on to the table. Turning to Draco Harry smirked; an almost identical one to Draco’s and stood up. “Why, Draco you should relax; it’s not like I’m leaking nice-ness on to your precious bench.” Harry’s smirk grew uncharacteristically more Malfoy-ish and he stepped forward, stopping next to Draco, mere inches from the blondes’ ear. Harry whispered “or maybe you’re afraid you’ll become like me just by touching my germs.” On the last word Harry leaned closer, his lips touching Draco’s ear. “That’s it, right… Draco.” Harry stepped past Draco, to his own table and took a seat, grabbed another plate and started to eat again.
After breakfast and everyone had gone to class, Harry walked to Dumbledore’s office, called out the password to the gargoyle, and climbed the spiral stairs. Harry knocked on the door and waited to be let in. “Come in Harry.” Dumbledore’s voice called out. Harry turned the knob and walked in, stopping to close the door, and then he went and sat in his usual chair. “Harry, what is it you wish to talk to me about?” Dumbledore asked, bridging his fingers. “My room Harry replied.
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Draco was sitting in care of magical creatures, avoiding the 5ft tall stag beetle while thinking. Pansy and Blaze were sitting with him Crabbe and Goyle having been expelled for trying to kill a group of Hufflepuffs. Draco’s mind had been reeling all morning, Harry Potter was back; he had disappeared right after the war, and he wasn’t his usual self. During breakfast Harry had talked to no one, not even Hermione or Ginny (Ron died in the war). Harry ate his food with an almost serious look on his face; it would have been serious if the goofy play at his lips hadn’t been present.
Flash back-ish
All during breakfast Draco had watched, no, stared at Harry, unable to take his eyes off him; his ear tingled where Harry’s lips had touched it. Every time Harry’s lips would open to slip food into his mouth, Draco’s heart would beat faster. He was confused, why was Harry Potter’s presence causing these things to happen to him, he was never affected like this before the war.
End of Flash back
Draco was pulled from his thoughts as a “giant” biting book hit him in the back of the head. “Draco dear” Pansy said, her face coming into view; book in hand. “You’re blushing, whatever are you thinking about?” Draco was shocked. He was blushing? “Malfoy's don’t blush” Draco said smugly. “Fine, you’re not blushing. But what were you thinking about?” Pansy snapped at him. “Nothing” Draco snapped back, Pansy was about to reply when a whistle ripped across the field, signaling the end of class and the start of lunch. Draco grabbed his things and hurried off; thanking the gods that Hagrid had blown that whistle. In the great hall, Draco followed the ever-present crowd of students to his seat.
Harry walked into the great hall for a second time that day; a hush fell over the room as Harry looked around. Standing in the center of the room Harry looked between the Gryffindor tables and the Slytherin ones. Nodding his head, Harry began to walk towards the Slytherin tables. Taking a seat at the end of the first table, he shined a “glorious smile” at a first year Slytherin boy sitting in front of him and began piling food on to his plate. “WHAT THE BLOODY HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING POTTER?” Draco, who had been sitting on the opposite end of the table, was on his feet and making his way towards Harry. “I think it’s called eating, Draco.” Harry replied, sarcasm dripping from his voice. Draco had made it to Harry’s side and was ready to explode. “I know that you’re eating, I mean what the fuck are you doing at my table? Go eat with your little Griffies!” Draco sneered at Harry, getting angrier and angrier. By now all eyes were on the two boys, even on looking professors, too shocked to do anything. Harry took a drink of his pumpkin juice and turned to look at the red faced boy. “No, I like it here better. I think I’ll stay.” Draco exploded; he grabbed the front of Harry’s robes and yanked him up, noses touching, Draco hissed at Harry “What did you say?” Harry grabbed Draco’s hands and pulled them off his robes, straightened his ruffled robes and replied, “I said I like this seat better.” A vain in Draco’s neck bulged. Snape finally snapped to attention. “Potter! Malfoy! 20 points from both your houses for fighting, and detention with me tonight. Now potter, get back to your houses tables.” Nodding his head, Harry grabbed his things and walked to his houses tables
TBC