Some Things Never Change...Others Do

Harry Potter entered the Gryffindor commonroom to find it almost empty. There were only a few small clusters of students sitting around either talking quietly, or working on homework. On a sofa near the fire sat Ron and Hermione, who both leapt to their feet when Harry entered the room.

“How was detention?” Hermione asked.

“Did Malfoy start anything?” Ron added.

Harry’s mind quickly replayed the events that took place during his detention with Draco. “Yeah, kinda…” he replied. A slight flash of anger crossed Ron’s face, and Hermione looked worried at the thought of Draco starting even more trouble with Harry. “Nothing bad happened though,” he assured them.

Ron’s expression calmed, but Hermione still looked troubled. “Well, you didn’t get any more detentions, did you?” she asked.

“No, of course not,” Harry answered, as he let out a short laugh. “I told you nothing bad happened. Getting more detentions would be something bad, wouldn’t it?”

Hermione began to laugh as well. “Yes, I suppose you’re right. I’m glad you didn’t let Malfoy get to you tonight.”

”Oh, he got to me tonight,” Harry thought. ”It wasn’t in a bad way though…” A smirk slowly began to play across Harry’s features as he remembered exactly what Draco had started. Hermione and Ron both looked at him quizzically, but Harry didn’t even notice. His mind was elsewhere, and it wasn’t until Ron poked him in the side and said “Oi, Harry!” that he finally brought his attention back to reality.

“Sorry, what?” Harry asked.

Ron raised an eyebrow at him. “What in Merlin’s name were you thinking about??” he asked incredulously.

“Nothing, I guess I’m just tired. I think I’m going to head off to bed,” Harry answered. “’Night.”

Harry turned and headed up the stairs to the boys’ dormitory, leaving Ron and Hermione staring after him, both feeling quite concerned for their friend.


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Harry woke up early the next morning, before any of his roommates. The sun was just beginning to shine through the windows. He yawned and stretched, glad it was Saturday and that he wouldn’t have to get up and go to class. He rolled over with a slight smile on his face and had almost drifted back to sleep when the memories of the night before flooded his brain. He sat bolt upright in bed with an audible gasp. ”Oh no, what have I done??” he thought as he buried his face in his hands. ”Malfoy probably went back to his commonroom laughing and joking, and telling everyone about how he fooled me into saying what I said, and doing what I did. What am I going to do?” Harry’s head began to ache as he thought about all the ways Draco could use this to humiliate and embarrass him.

Harry flung himself back onto his pillow and squeezed his eyes tightly shut, trying to block out the memories of the night before, and the thoughts of what Draco might do to him now. ”Why did he have to kiss me? Fuck, why did I have to kiss him back?? Oh, and all the other stuff…” Harry began to feel tears well up in his eyes as he thought of what he would go through when he entered the Great Hall for breakfast.

Suddenly, he had a thought that calmed his nerves a bit. ”What if he was serious? What if he really meant everything he said and did? What if he didn’t go to his commonroom and tell everyone?” He felt loads better with thoughts of being humiliated out of his head. ”But surely he didn’t mean it. That’s not how Malfoy does things. I just know he only did it so he would have something he could use against me. I guess I’ll just have to avoid everyone as much as I can, to save myself at least a few hours of embarrassment…” Harry sighed and forced his mind to quiet so he could go back to sleep.


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Harry felt something jabbing him in the back and woke with a start. He reached behind him and swatted at whatever was doing the poking, but that only made things worse, as Ron then grabbed his arm and pulled him out of bed. Harry landed on his back on the floor with a thud, and Ron collapsed in a fit of laughter. Harry sat up, rubbing his back in pain and threw a pillow at his friend. “What the hell did you do that for?” he yelled, attempting to sound more annoyed than he really was, but failing.

“It’s…almost….time…..for……breakfast!” Ron gasped as he tried to calm his laughter. Panic rose in Harry at the thought of being in the Great Hall with everyone in the school, after what happened last night and shook his head back and forth.

“Nope, not going.”

“What? Why not??” Ron replied, his laughter dying immediately.

“I’m not hungry.”

“Harry, you dolt, remember how much you complained about hunger after you missed breakfast last time? Now c’mon, we’re going to breakfast!” Ron grabbed Harry’s hand and pulled him up from the floor, then headed toward the door. Harry stood rooted to the spot, watching Ron walk away but not wanting to follow. Ron glanced over his shoulder and saw that Harry hadn’t moved. “Harry, get dressed and let’s go!” he said impatiently, turning to face his friend.

Harry realized he had no choice but to go to breakfast, as Ron apparently wasn’t taking no for an answer. “Fine,” he said with a sigh, and pulled out some clothes to change into.

Harry and Ron met Hermione in the Gryffindor commonroom and the three of them started off toward the Great Hall for breakfast.

When they entered the Great Hall, Harry was expecting everyone to stare and whisper about him, but no one did. Shocked, he glanced around quickly and saw that Draco wasn’t there yet. ”Ah, that must be why no one’s pointing and laughing, Malfoy hasn’t spread the word yet,” Harry thought, ”Oh well, I’ll enjoy it while I can, until he does tell everyone and I can no longer show my face around here.”

Harry’s spirit livened just a bit, and he walked with his friends to their normal seats at the Gryffindor table. The food appeared, and they began to pile their plates high. Ron engaged the other two into yet another conversation about Quidditch. They had only been eating for a few minutes when Harry noticed that Ron had grown silent and had stopped eating. He looked up from his own plate to see Ron glaring at something behind him. Harry didn’t even have a chance to turn around and see what Ron was looking at when a hand grabbed his shoulder and he heard Draco’s voice say, “Potter, we need to talk,” in his usual hateful tone.

Harry shuddered and felt his face turning red. He quickly got up and turned away so his friends wouldn’t see him blush and get suspicious. Draco set off at a fast pace towards the door of the Great Hall, and Harry followed not far behind him, leaving his friends staring after him in shock.

Draco silently led Harry into an empty classroom on the second floor, and locked the door behind them. Draco stood facing the door for a long moment as Harry watched him warily. Draco sighed. “Sorry if I sounded mean in front of your friends…I don’t really want anyone to know anything’s going on between us, and I really want it to continue,” he said.

Harry let out a quiet laugh. “Same here,” he admitted. “I was so afraid you would’ve told everyone what happened…I didn’t even want to go to breakfast this morning.”

Draco turned to look at Harry. “No, I’d rather keep it between us. I’m glad you feel the same way,” he said with a sigh of relief. “Besides,” he continued, as a seductive look crossed his face and he began to move toward Harry, “secret romances are so much more fun.”

The thought of a secret romance with Draco made Harry’s cock stir. His eyes clouded with lust for the blonde boy and he closed the gap between them, attaching his mouth to Draco’s neck. Draco wasn’t expecting it and moaned loudly, threading his fingers through Harry’s unruly hair. He allowed Harry to lick and nip at his neck for another moment before he pulled the dark haired boy away. “No,” he said, “It’s your turn.”

Harry raised an eyebrow at Draco whose grey eyes flashed with desire. He allowed the blonde boy to push him backwards against the wall. Draco began placing soft kisses along Harry’s jaw as his hands ran slowly down Harry’s body and untucked his shirt. Harry gasped when he felt Draco’s hands on the bare skin under his shirt, but the blonde boy didn’t stop what he was doing. He moved his mouth from Harry’s jaw to his lips and took his bottom lip into his mouth, biting it softly as he unbuttoned Harry’s shirt. Draco’s mouth left Harry’s and he began to kiss, lick, and nip his way down Harry’s neck to his chest. Harry gasped when he felt Draco’s mouth on his nipple, and his cock grew to full attention when he felt the blonde’s teeth worry it.

Draco kissed his way further down Harry’s abdomen, then dropped to his knees and began to unfasten the other boy’s trousers. Harry’s breathing hitched, but he said nothing as he felt Draco pull his trousers down to his knees, leaving his boxers. The blonde leaned forward and nuzzled his face against the covered erection in front of him, causing Harry to moan and roll his head back against the wall. Encouraged by Harry’s reaction, Draco hooked his fingers in the waistband of Harry’s boxers and pulled them down slowly, freeing his cock from its confines.

The blonde boy paused and looked up at Harry, needing reassurance from him. Wondering why Draco had stopped, Harry looked down. When he saw the beautiful boy staring back up at him only inches from his erect penis, he felt his heart skip a beat. He smiled at Draco and brushed his hair off of his forehead. Feeling more confident, Draco wrapped his hand around the base of Harry’s shaft and licked the tip, lapping up the drop of precum that was threatening to drip off and causing Harry to gasp and shiver. He smiled slightly at the reaction he got from Harry and licked the tip again, then kissed his way up one side and down the other.

Draco swirled his tongue around the head, then licked his lips and took the entire thing into his mouth, sucking slightly. Harry threw his head back, hitting it on the stone wall behind him. Draco drew back, swirled his tongue around the head, then slid his mouth down around Harry’s prick again. He drew back again, this time letting his teeth slightly graze the delicate skin. Harry breath caught in his throat and he clenched his hands into fists by his side. Draco liked the reaction this earned him, and did it again. Harry gasped and said “Merlin, Draco!” as he threw his head back again.

Draco unfastened his own trousers and began to stroke himself as he took Harry’s cock into his mouth again, then drew back sucking hard. He repeated these actions several times, drawing moans and strangled cries from Harry. Harry’s mind was wrought with pleasure, and he threaded his fingers through Draco’s hair. Draco continued bobbing up and down on Harry’s prick, sucking harder each time he drew back as he pumped his own cock with increasing speed. Harry felt his cock hit the back of Draco’s throat and he gasped out “DracoIloveyou,” as he came hard in the blonde boy’s mouth. Draco sat back and swallowed, looking up at Harry as he continued to work his own cock.

Harry rode out his orgasm, then looked down and saw Draco staring up at him, breathing hard and moving his hand rapidly up and down his own prick. Harry dropped to his knees facing Draco and swatted his hand away, replacing it with his own. Draco leaned forward and covered Harry’s mouth with his, plunging his tongue inside. Harry didn’t slow his rhythm on Draco’s cock as he eagerly returned the kiss, placing his other hand on the back of Draco’s head, holding him close. Draco broke the kiss and cried out as he came in Harry’s hand.

Harry smiled when Draco collapsed into his arms, still panting as he rode the waves of pleasure. He kissed the top of the blonde boy’s head, and stroked his cheek. They sat like this for a moment, then Draco sat up and looked into Harry’s eyes. “Harry?”

“Yes?” Harry replied.

“Did you really mean what you said when you…you know…came?”

Harry looked puzzled. “What did I say?”

“Er, you said..…you said you love me,”

Harry paused for a moment, then smiled. “Yeah, I meant it.”

A contented look took over Draco’s face and he wrapped his arms around Harry and laid his head on the dark haired boy’s shoulder. The two boys held each other close for several minutes until Harry remembered that his friends knew he was somewhere with Draco and would probably think the two had gotten into a fight if he didn’t return soon. “Umm, Draco?” he said.

“Hmm?”

“We should probably get back to breakfast soon…”

“But I want to stay here like this with you all day” Draco protested.

Harry chuckled. “I know, me too. But if we stay here too long, people are going to be suspicious. Everyone saw us leave the Great Hall together. Plus, Ron and Hermione heard you tell me we need to talk, they know we’re off somewhere together. They’re going to think we got into a fight and hexed each other to death!”

Draco laughed a little, then sighed and sat up. “I wish we didn’t have to hide…”

“I know, but it’s really for the best,” Harry said. “Our friends hate each other, and we’re supposed to hate each other. It would cause all kinds of problems if we let everyone know what’s going on between us.”

“I know, I just wish things could be different.”

Harry smiled sadly, then drew the other boy to him for a kiss. It was a sweet, slow, loving kiss which neither boy wanted to end. It did end, though, as all good things do, and Harry and Draco both stood up and put their trousers back how they should’ve been. Harry cast a quick scourgify, and they both walked to the door together.

Draco placed his hand on the doorknob, and turned to face the other boy. “Harry?” he said.

“Yeah?” Harry answered.

Draco leaned forward and gave him one last quick kiss, then whispered “I love you too,” and left the room, leaving Harry staring after him with a pleased smile on his face.


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Breakfast had long since finished when Harry and Draco left the empty classroom. Harry headed upstairs to the Gryffindor commonroom, only to find it completely empty. He wasn’t surprised, as it was a beautiful spring day. Most of the students at Hogwarts would be outside enjoying the warm weather.

Harry walked to the spot by the lake where he and his friends usually sat when the weather was nice. He was unsurprised to find Ron and Hermione already sitting there, waiting for him. Ron was glancing back and forth between the castle and the lake, obviously torn between looking for Harry, and wanting to join the other students in the warm water. Hermione had a book on her lap, studying.

Harry sat beside them and leaned back against a tree, folding his hands behind his head and closing his eyes. Ron and Hermione shared a worried look. “What’d Malfoy want?” Ron asked.

Harry opened his eyes and stared out across the lake, trying to think of exactly what to say to his friends so as not to make them suspicious. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes again. “Nothing,” he said.

Hermione just stared at him, completely lost for words. Ron, on the other hand, spoke up. “What do you mean, nothing? He had to have wanted something!”

Harry fought to hide the smile that was threatening to cross his face as he thought about the ‘something’ Draco had wanted. Ron’s words continued, cutting his thoughts short.

“He’s never pulled you away from anything before, just to talk. He wanted to fight, didn’t he? He tried to hex you, didn’t he?”

Harry kept his eyes closed and his mouth shut, but shook his head slowly in answer to his friend’s question.

“No? Did you hex him, then? What happened?!? You can tell us, we’re your best mates! We won’t rat you out or get you in trouble or anything if you did hex him!”

Harry remained silent.

Ron grew more impatient. “What did he want, Harry, tell us, dammit!”

Harry’s eyes snapped open and he turned to glare at his friend. “Nothing, ok Ron? He wanted nothing. He said we needed to talk, and he was right. We did. And we talked. And that’s it. That’s all he wanted. Ok?”

Ron’s eyes grew large at Harry’s angry outburst. “Umm, ok,” he said, and didn’t press the matter further.

“Ok, then.” Harry shut his eyes and he went back to his restful position against the tree as if nothing had happened.

Ron looked at Hermione and shrugged. Hermione gave him a look that clearly said “Oh well,” and went back to her book.

Ron looked back at Harry, who hadn’t moved a muscle. “Hey, Harry?” he began tentatively.

“Hmm?” Harry responded.

“Erm…wanna go swimming or something?”

Harry paused for a long moment before smiling and responding, “Sure.”

Ron breathed a sigh of relief, glad his friend wasn’t angry with him. The two stood up and started off towards the castle to change into their bathing suits. “You coming too, Hermione?” Ron asked over his shoulder.

Hermione answered without even glancing up from her book. “No, you two go ahead.”

Ron shrugged, then looked at Harry. “Race you to the castle!”

Harry grinned. “You’re on!” he said, and took off at a sprint, Ron right at his heels.

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A/N: Alright, finally updated for you lot! Ok, this was my first time writing anything like this, so don't be too rough on me!!! :D

This isn't the end of the story, don't worry! There will be more!!