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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult ++
Chapters:
40
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14,621
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18
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Chapter 32: Questions on the Train
We continue our story at the very end of Chapter 11, just after Malfoy exits Harry’s compartment on the train.
Laughing once more, Malfoy beckoned to Crabbe and Goyle, and the three of them disappeared.
Ron got to his feet and slammed the sliding compartment door so hard behind them that the glass shattered.
“Ron!” said Hermione reproachfully, and she pulled out her wand, muttered “Reparo!”, and the glass shards flew back into a single pane, and back into the door.
“What the fuck is up with Malfoy?” Harry grumbled, as he swung open the door once more. He turned around, faced his friends, and said quietly, “give me a moment,”
“Harry, don’t do anything!” Hermione said, while Ron punched his right fist into his left hand for encouragement.
“Won’t,” Harry smiled slightly.
He closed the door and sped down the hallway, in the direction that Malfoy had gone. Twenty seconds later, he was down near the men’s washroom when the hulking Crabbe and Goyle grabbed him and threw him inside. They resumed a stationary post outside the doors, barking at anyone who tried to get in.
Harry landed on his stomach, cringing slightly in pain as he stood up. There was Malfoy, standing with a somewhat worried look on his face.
“You alright, Harry?”
“Not in the fucking slightest,” Harry said, shooting an angry look at Malfoy.
“I’m sorry...I told them to ask you inside,”
“Oh, they asked,” Harry brushed himself off, “but, being too stupid to use words, they chucked me in here,”
“Hey,” Malfoy said, raising his voice slightly, “don’t talk about my friends that way,”
“Didn’t you once tell me that they weren’t your friends?”
“Maybe...” Malfoy shrugged.
Silence filled the room, save for the quiet steam blowing past the top of the train in the wind.
“So...” Malfoy began, fixating on the word.
“So...” said Harry.
More awkward silence. Very awkward. They both stared at each other, then down at the floor, and then around the stalls, then at each other, and repeat.
For three minutes, they were silent.
“Hey, what the fuck? Let me in!” came a voice from outside, followed by the sounds of fists connecting with someone’s face.
“So, better make this quick,” Draco finally summoned up the courage to speak, “what the fuck did we do?”
“Uh, good question,” Harry said, oozing sarcasm, “you grabbed my cock. In the field. At the cup.”
“YOU kissed me!” Draco shot back, “and grabbed my cock!”
“So we both wanted it,” Harry concluded.
“I was, in my defence, tipsy,” Draco continued, “I had about three or four beers after the cup,”
“I was sober,” Harry muttered.
“So, what do we do?”
“What do you mean?”
“What does this mean?” Draco looked Harry in the eyes.
“That we get off to one another,” Harry shrugged.
“Yeah...but what now?”
“Well,” Harry said, shivering with nervousness, “in the muggle world”
“Ugh,”
“Shut the fuck up,”
“Fine,”
“In the muggle world, if two people are attracted to one another, they...um...date,”
“But we are boys!” Malfoy immediately objected.
“Didn’t you say that that didn’t matter?” Harry took several steps forwards, coming close to Draco.
“Listen, Potter, my father will disown me if I dated a boy...he’d kill me if I dated you!”
“So get disowned!”
“Fuck you, you don’t understand, you don’t have parents to disappoint,” Draco shot back.
“It was a joke...and to be honest, Malfoy, I would rather have parents to disappoint than not have any at all,”
“Oh,” Draco looked down at Harry’s shoes, “sorry,”
“But we could keep it secret...sneak somewhere in the castle, share a soda...”
“What the fuck?” Draco pushed Harry away slightly, “what’s the point?”
“That’s what we could figure out,” Harry said, reaching out a hand to put on Draco’s shoulder. He leaned forwards, hoping for a kiss, when suddenly the door burst open and the boys jumped apart.
“Get the FUCK out!” said a very tall, bulky Hufflepuff.
“See you around, Potter,” Malfoy said, smirking. However, this smirk wasn’t malicious – it was ... one that hinted something.
“I’d be happy to never see you again, Malfoy,” Harry said, winking at him. The two parted ways, and Harry returned to the compartment with Hermione and Ron.
“Malfoy’s such a git,” Harry said, resuming his facade, “But you didn’t have to break the door Ron,”
“Well...making it look like he knows everything and we don’t...” Ron snarled. “ ‘Father’s always associated with the top people at the Ministry’...Dad could’ve gotten a promotion at any time...he just likes where he is...”
Laughing once more, Malfoy beckoned to Crabbe and Goyle, and the three of them disappeared.
Ron got to his feet and slammed the sliding compartment door so hard behind them that the glass shattered.
“Ron!” said Hermione reproachfully, and she pulled out her wand, muttered “Reparo!”, and the glass shards flew back into a single pane, and back into the door.
“What the fuck is up with Malfoy?” Harry grumbled, as he swung open the door once more. He turned around, faced his friends, and said quietly, “give me a moment,”
“Harry, don’t do anything!” Hermione said, while Ron punched his right fist into his left hand for encouragement.
“Won’t,” Harry smiled slightly.
He closed the door and sped down the hallway, in the direction that Malfoy had gone. Twenty seconds later, he was down near the men’s washroom when the hulking Crabbe and Goyle grabbed him and threw him inside. They resumed a stationary post outside the doors, barking at anyone who tried to get in.
Harry landed on his stomach, cringing slightly in pain as he stood up. There was Malfoy, standing with a somewhat worried look on his face.
“You alright, Harry?”
“Not in the fucking slightest,” Harry said, shooting an angry look at Malfoy.
“I’m sorry...I told them to ask you inside,”
“Oh, they asked,” Harry brushed himself off, “but, being too stupid to use words, they chucked me in here,”
“Hey,” Malfoy said, raising his voice slightly, “don’t talk about my friends that way,”
“Didn’t you once tell me that they weren’t your friends?”
“Maybe...” Malfoy shrugged.
Silence filled the room, save for the quiet steam blowing past the top of the train in the wind.
“So...” Malfoy began, fixating on the word.
“So...” said Harry.
More awkward silence. Very awkward. They both stared at each other, then down at the floor, and then around the stalls, then at each other, and repeat.
For three minutes, they were silent.
“Hey, what the fuck? Let me in!” came a voice from outside, followed by the sounds of fists connecting with someone’s face.
“So, better make this quick,” Draco finally summoned up the courage to speak, “what the fuck did we do?”
“Uh, good question,” Harry said, oozing sarcasm, “you grabbed my cock. In the field. At the cup.”
“YOU kissed me!” Draco shot back, “and grabbed my cock!”
“So we both wanted it,” Harry concluded.
“I was, in my defence, tipsy,” Draco continued, “I had about three or four beers after the cup,”
“I was sober,” Harry muttered.
“So, what do we do?”
“What do you mean?”
“What does this mean?” Draco looked Harry in the eyes.
“That we get off to one another,” Harry shrugged.
“Yeah...but what now?”
“Well,” Harry said, shivering with nervousness, “in the muggle world”
“Ugh,”
“Shut the fuck up,”
“Fine,”
“In the muggle world, if two people are attracted to one another, they...um...date,”
“But we are boys!” Malfoy immediately objected.
“Didn’t you say that that didn’t matter?” Harry took several steps forwards, coming close to Draco.
“Listen, Potter, my father will disown me if I dated a boy...he’d kill me if I dated you!”
“So get disowned!”
“Fuck you, you don’t understand, you don’t have parents to disappoint,” Draco shot back.
“It was a joke...and to be honest, Malfoy, I would rather have parents to disappoint than not have any at all,”
“Oh,” Draco looked down at Harry’s shoes, “sorry,”
“But we could keep it secret...sneak somewhere in the castle, share a soda...”
“What the fuck?” Draco pushed Harry away slightly, “what’s the point?”
“That’s what we could figure out,” Harry said, reaching out a hand to put on Draco’s shoulder. He leaned forwards, hoping for a kiss, when suddenly the door burst open and the boys jumped apart.
“Get the FUCK out!” said a very tall, bulky Hufflepuff.
“See you around, Potter,” Malfoy said, smirking. However, this smirk wasn’t malicious – it was ... one that hinted something.
“I’d be happy to never see you again, Malfoy,” Harry said, winking at him. The two parted ways, and Harry returned to the compartment with Hermione and Ron.
“Malfoy’s such a git,” Harry said, resuming his facade, “But you didn’t have to break the door Ron,”
“Well...making it look like he knows everything and we don’t...” Ron snarled. “ ‘Father’s always associated with the top people at the Ministry’...Dad could’ve gotten a promotion at any time...he just likes where he is...”