Complete Confusion

It had been a week since the screaming headache, and Draco was slightly happier. Sitting in his potion’s class he couldn’t help but glance over at Harry every once and a while. He did think he saw Harry looking at him every so often, but he wrote it off to wishful thinking. Finishing his potion with amazing speed as per usual, he stretched out, putting his feet on the table where his cauldron was simmering. Harry’s mudblood friend said something that had to be funny as Harry and the pauper started to laugh. He would readily admit he did have an…odd feeling for Harry, but he still detested his choice in friends. Crabbe and Goyle both were having trouble with their potions, but he left them alone to figure it out. He, very frankly, didn’t care. He watched them, smirking as he snickered at their feeble attempts to make a potion. He really did pity them…but they were friends because their parents were all…ah…pals. He thought looking over at Harry idly, he had to look away because he was starting to blush…Harry was sitting there, laughing again at something someone had said, his messy hair dancing around his face and his scar showing through it. Instantly he moved a hand onto his arm…rubbing the spot where the mark still throbbed sometimes. He couldn’t help but feeling guilty…he was disobeying his Master, well, indirectly by feeling anything but pure hatred for Harry. He was failing his dear old Dad too…Harry was the one who put him away, he reminded himself. He tried to make himself hate Harry again, to feel that distinct and tangible sense of utter hatred. He couldn’t though…and it made everything so much more confusing.
“Alright everyone, you should be done by now.” Snape’s voice droned on from the middle of the class as he walked up to his desk. He looked in people‘s cauldrons as he walked up, and stopped in front of Draco’s. Draco put his feet back down and smiled at Snape, restating the urge to smile broadly.
“Your potion should have a thick consistency, and be a deep green in color.” He said describing Draco’s potion. “And give off no odor what so ever.” He added turning around as someone’s potion belched and gave off a strong smell of rotten eggs. Draco didn’t have to turn around to tell whose potion it was, Longbottom was at it again. Longbottom wasn’t so bad really, just a bumbling idiot, after all, he was a pureblood. Snape went over to berate the kid while Draco watched, his mind off Harry for a blissful moment. He thought about his homework and sighed, double transfiguration. He thought wistfully thought about asking someone for some help, asking one of his house mates or…”Nope, not allowed Draco.” He said to himself, muttering under his breath. Crabbe thought about asking him to repeat that…but Draco hadn’t been very friendly lately, something was bothering him and he didn’t really want to find out. He liked his head on his shoulders and his place in the pecking order; he didn’t want to screw up what he had here. Draco may be moody, but he was in a very high place of power and Crabbe would admit that he did fear him at times.
“Draco, could you help me, please?” He heard a voice ask to his left by the path. He wasn’t paying attention, so when he turned to laugh and say no, he wasn’t prepared to see Harry standing there. He went a bright red, and said,
“Sure Potter, if I must.” He got out of his seat and went to Harry’s cauldron, trying not to look like a giggling little girl whose crush just asked her out. He followed Harry across the isle to Harry and the Weasley’s station and looked into Harry's cauldron.
“Well. You didn’t add the leakwart and you haven’t left it to simmer for ten minutes.” He said simply. Harry went red and mumbled something incoherent in Ron’s general direction making Draco feel a little twinge of jealousy flash over him.
“Would you…like me to help?” Draco asked hesitantly going a bit redder then normal, so his complexion actually looked like a normal human beings.
“No. We’re fine.” Ron said rather briskly, taking Harry away from him once more. Draco looked at him coldly and nodded walking back to his desk.

As he lay back in bed that night, he couldn’t help but think back to potions class today. Why did Ron move in and push him away so quickly? Draco thought to himself, the rest of his dorm mates all fast asleep, like he should be as well. He thumped his pillow, pushing his face into it and biting down hard. He drifted off to sleep like that, angry thoughts swirling around in his head.

“Ron, mate, come to bed.” Harry said purring as he patted the bed beside him. “I miss you.” He said rolling from his side to his back as Ron walked to the end of the bed. Ron smiled down at him and crawling onto the bed and over top of Harry.
“Miss me did you?” Ron asked over top of Harry, nose to nose. Harry chuckled lightly and nodded, rubbing his nose to Ron’s. Ron kissed him, his tongue running over Harry’s lips, licking the taste of him in. Harry arched his back, pulling Ron closer to his own body, his hands on his back now. He rolled over and pulled him closer, there bodies now meshed together, skin-to-skin and breath-to-breath. Ron fumbled for something on the dresser and picked up the small bottle of lube, playing with Harry in the other hand.

“Noo!” Draco woke up screaming, fighting, trying to get that image out of his head. He was sitting up in bed, and didn’t know really how he got there. His roommates looked at him sleepily then went back to bed. They didn’t care, as long as he was still alive, they didn’t care. He ran his hand through his hair, his mind still racing. Ron and Harry…? Is that why they were so close…did Ron already have the key to Harry’s heart? No…not possible…he thought frantically. He nearly broke down at the very thought of Harry having someone else, a girl he wouldn’t mind, but another male? No. He wanted Harry all to himself, and finally promised to let Harry know exactly how he felt…once he found the perfect way to tell him. That would really be the problem they’re, finding the time and place to tell Harry.
“Wait…Draco…what are you thinking?” He said out loud, snapping out of his melodramatic mood. He shook his head and put an arm over his eyes. “You’re thinking about him too much,” he whispered to himself. He fell back asleep thinking once more of Harry, and this time he was rewarded for his patience.

“Draco, hunny come back to bed please.” Harry said sitting up in Draco’s bed. Draco looked down on him and smiled from the doorway.
“What do I get?” He asked walking to the bed, stopping at the foot of the bed. Harry took off the blankets and lay there nude, waiting for Draco to come to him.
“Why…you get me…although you’ll always have me.” He said smiling, going a deep shade of red. Draco nodded,
“You promise?” He asked climbing into bed.
“I promise.” Harry said nibbling on Draco’s neck as he clambered onto of him. “I’ll always be here for you.” He said breathlessly as Draco started to play with him, Harry lifted an arm to his shoulder and ran it down Draco’s arm, grabbing the spot where the skull lay embedded into his skin. Somewhat roughly, Draco pushed him down, rolling him over.
“I’ll make sure you’re always mine.” He said kneeling over Harry who was craning his neck around with a large smile.
“Show me how; show me how you’ll make me yours.” He said coyly, waiting for Draco. Draco smirked down at him and groped for a tube on the bed stand and smiled, pouring it into one hand then put it on Harry, playing with him as he did so.

Rested and relaxed Draco woke up, an awesome feeling glowing inside of him, his mind mulling over his dream and accepting it. He rolled onto his side and felt his sticky bed, blushing deeply and yet smiling broadly. He got out of bed, yawned, and threw his legs over the side of the bed. He looked down, running a hand through his hair.
“Well. Huh.” He said out loud, grabbing a robe and throwing it on before heading down the stairs, keeping the robe loose and heading for the showers. He let the hot water pound his mind into sweet oblivion as he let himself slip into a daydream.

“Hmmm…that feels good Draco.” Harry said sinking into the water. “I like this tub.” He said absently, letting Draco rub his shoulders.
“It was from an old Wizards castle, my Dad bought it and had it installed.” Draco said kissing Harry’s neck. He rubbed some soap onto Harry’s back and kissed the top of his head. “What ever you want Harry, I’ll get it for you.” He said kissing his neck and nibbling on his ear.
“I know Draco.” He said simply, “I know.” He turned it around and smiled at Draco. “God your handsome…you know that?” He said smiling wider, reaching a hand up to touch Draco’s cheek, Draco went red and Harry could feel the heat radiating from his body. “Why do you always seem so embarrassed when I try to complement you?” Harry asked sitting up, cutting off Draco’s rebuttal.

He woke up when the water went cold and put some more hot water in the tub. He was in the prefect’s bathroom, so it wasn’t just a Slytherins and that was brought painfully clear as a Ravenclaw came into the room. He rolled his eyes and slipped down into the water so just his eyes were showing.
“Hullo.” The Ravenclaw said cheerfully, getting into the tub with Draco. It was a large one, huge and roomy, more like a hot tub then anything else.
“Hullo.” Draco said moving back away from the other boy.
“Your cute.” He said grinning.
“What the hell?” Draco said, his mouth agape, his voice coming out in a squeak.
“Well. I was taught always to be honest.” The boy said, adding, “I’m Jack by the way.” He reached out for Draco’s hand, moving so he was now sitting beside Draco, who was now very aware of how naked and exposed he was.
“Uh…Draco. Please to meet you?” He asked shaking Jacks hand. “I’ve seen you around, haven’t I?” Draco asked, trying to place him as he studied him seriously.
“I’m a Ravenclaw, you may have seen some of my…more flamboyant acts though.” Jack said giggling like a girl. Draco went red and got up, quickly moving to where his towel was. Now he could place the face…he knew who Jack was.
“Awe, going so soon hunny?” Jack said pouting, leaning on the side of the tub. Draco felt himself going even redder as he wrapped the towel around his waist.
“Well. Yeah. Sorry, I’m going all…wrinkly.” He said trying to find an excuse. Jack scared him, he’d admit that, Jack scared the crap out of him. He was…girly, and…almost openly gay. His eyes went wide as he thought the word…he was still adjusting to his feelings…”Why aren’t girls attractive?” Draco thought to himself, turning around, away from Jack.
“I’ll see you later bunny.” Jack said winking as Draco turned around to wave. He couldn’t speak, just stood there blushing, then when he got control of his body once more he left quickly, standing outside of the door after, breathing heavily, his mind running. He shook it off and laughed.
“It meant nothing.” He said, as if making it real. “It meant nothing. That’s just Jack…he’s…well, like he said…flamboyant.” He said nodding; he was just re-affirming it to himself.