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Adult ++
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Chapter 33: Setting Up A Date
Sorry for the wait, but on we go with the Goblet of Fire. Welcome to Chapter 13, near the beginning...
Harry and Ron grinned at Hagrid, who gave them a furtive smile from behind his bushy beard. Hagrid would have liked nothing better than a pet dragon, as Harry, Ron and Hermione knew only too well – he had owned one for a brief period during their first year, a vicious Norwegian Ridgeback by the name of Norbert. Hagrid simply loved monstrous creatures – the more lethal, the better.
Malfoy had since moved away from the trio, off by himself around Hagrid’s hut. After commending Hermione once more on her retort, Harry managed to leave the two and join Draco alone.
“What’s the deal with Granger?” Draco said as soon as the two were certainly alone.
“What do you mean?” asked Harry, smirking cooly, paying more focus on Draco’s body rather than his words.
“My fuckin’ eyes are up here,” Draco said, snapping his fingers in front of Harry’s eyes, “I mean she’s intentionally showing me up,”
“That’s because you are trying to put Hagrid down, and he’s our friend,” said Harry, staring into Draco’s eyes.
“Well fuck me, you’re friends with an ogre,”
“I wouldn’t mind it...” Harry’s mind screamed
“Just...stop fucking showing off and act normal for once,” Harry said, blushing slightly, “and then you won’t have any problems with my friends...or me.”
“But, Potter, it’s a good cover, and one I need to keep...I already told you why,”
“Well, screw it!” Harry said, moving closer, trying to grab at Draco’s hands, “do we really need to worry about anyone else between us?”
“YES!” Draco yelled...suddenly, the noise around them quieted, and both boys fell silent; however, an explosion from the other side of the hut caused the class to resume chatter. “Listen, Harry, do you really think they’ll still love you if they know about us?”
“What do you mean?” Harry pulled back.
“The mob is a temperamental thing...they love you for what you did as a baby, and they still think of you as that baby, years ago. Now, if the Boy Who Lived goes off and starts dating boys and breaking with the sacred institutions – like marriage or House loyalty – they are going to toss you off and treat you as a wacko...just like Dumbledore now. You can’t keep them if you want me.”
Harry paused for a second, before suddenly leaning forwards and taking Draco into a deep kiss...lips touched, breaths were exchanged, and hands roamed up one another’s adolescent body. Harry closed his eyes, and Draco widened his...was this real? A moment later, Harry broke away, a smile upon his face.
“What was that for?” Draco asked, his voice sounding bewildered.
“I think that’s the first selfless thing I’ve ever heard you say...even if it is misguided,”
“What the fuck?”
“You weren’t concerned for yourself at all...just me,” Harry continued, “but you misjudged something: I don’t need the fame to be happy,”
“Listen,” Draco said, taking a deep breath, “don’t get the wrong idea...if what the rumours say is true, and if Voldemort comes back, he will kill my family if I get involved with you. Hell, if he manages to never return, my father will kill me...actually,”
“Okay...”
“Listen...I will play the part I need to, so that we can try...well, whatever this thing is...and you need to remember that it’s not me talking...we just have to wait until we are strong enough to fight back,” Draco said, turning around and beginning to leave.
“I’m strong enough!” Harry said in desperation.
“Trust me...the press is the most powerful drug around; when they leave you, you’ll be singing a different tune,”
“But –”
Draco continued walking, but said aloud, “Astronomy tower, next week, 10 in the evening,”
Harry swallowed deeply, and walked the other way to his friends.
Okay, so NOT a first date...but that will be next, promise!
Please R/R!
Harry and Ron grinned at Hagrid, who gave them a furtive smile from behind his bushy beard. Hagrid would have liked nothing better than a pet dragon, as Harry, Ron and Hermione knew only too well – he had owned one for a brief period during their first year, a vicious Norwegian Ridgeback by the name of Norbert. Hagrid simply loved monstrous creatures – the more lethal, the better.
Malfoy had since moved away from the trio, off by himself around Hagrid’s hut. After commending Hermione once more on her retort, Harry managed to leave the two and join Draco alone.
“What’s the deal with Granger?” Draco said as soon as the two were certainly alone.
“What do you mean?” asked Harry, smirking cooly, paying more focus on Draco’s body rather than his words.
“My fuckin’ eyes are up here,” Draco said, snapping his fingers in front of Harry’s eyes, “I mean she’s intentionally showing me up,”
“That’s because you are trying to put Hagrid down, and he’s our friend,” said Harry, staring into Draco’s eyes.
“Well fuck me, you’re friends with an ogre,”
“I wouldn’t mind it...” Harry’s mind screamed
“Just...stop fucking showing off and act normal for once,” Harry said, blushing slightly, “and then you won’t have any problems with my friends...or me.”
“But, Potter, it’s a good cover, and one I need to keep...I already told you why,”
“Well, screw it!” Harry said, moving closer, trying to grab at Draco’s hands, “do we really need to worry about anyone else between us?”
“YES!” Draco yelled...suddenly, the noise around them quieted, and both boys fell silent; however, an explosion from the other side of the hut caused the class to resume chatter. “Listen, Harry, do you really think they’ll still love you if they know about us?”
“What do you mean?” Harry pulled back.
“The mob is a temperamental thing...they love you for what you did as a baby, and they still think of you as that baby, years ago. Now, if the Boy Who Lived goes off and starts dating boys and breaking with the sacred institutions – like marriage or House loyalty – they are going to toss you off and treat you as a wacko...just like Dumbledore now. You can’t keep them if you want me.”
Harry paused for a second, before suddenly leaning forwards and taking Draco into a deep kiss...lips touched, breaths were exchanged, and hands roamed up one another’s adolescent body. Harry closed his eyes, and Draco widened his...was this real? A moment later, Harry broke away, a smile upon his face.
“What was that for?” Draco asked, his voice sounding bewildered.
“I think that’s the first selfless thing I’ve ever heard you say...even if it is misguided,”
“What the fuck?”
“You weren’t concerned for yourself at all...just me,” Harry continued, “but you misjudged something: I don’t need the fame to be happy,”
“Listen,” Draco said, taking a deep breath, “don’t get the wrong idea...if what the rumours say is true, and if Voldemort comes back, he will kill my family if I get involved with you. Hell, if he manages to never return, my father will kill me...actually,”
“Okay...”
“Listen...I will play the part I need to, so that we can try...well, whatever this thing is...and you need to remember that it’s not me talking...we just have to wait until we are strong enough to fight back,” Draco said, turning around and beginning to leave.
“I’m strong enough!” Harry said in desperation.
“Trust me...the press is the most powerful drug around; when they leave you, you’ll be singing a different tune,”
“But –”
Draco continued walking, but said aloud, “Astronomy tower, next week, 10 in the evening,”
Harry swallowed deeply, and walked the other way to his friends.
Okay, so NOT a first date...but that will be next, promise!
Please R/R!