History Repeats Itself

Authors Note: This fic is requested, beta'ed and even stars the lovely Shannon (GothicBlackRose) lol. This fic moves faster than all of my othershavebeen, and its chapters arelonger too, soI hope you all enjoy it!

Chapter 4

I decided to knick food from the kitchens and have lunch in the Slytherin common room. Harry had been expertly ignoring my presence during all of our morning classes and I was beginning to feel reckless. I thought it might be best not to push my luck in that area just yet and stay away to gather my thoughts, a public confrontation in the Great Hall was not what I needed right now. I still had two classes with him after lunch and I needed to have a clear head and my wits about me.

Making myself comfortable on the large sofa, I took a bite out of my sandwich, nearly spitting it out as a figure emerged from the shadows.

“Boo,” she whispered; a playful grin on her face.

“Who are you?” I asked, not recognizing her one bit. I knew every Slytherin student, which meant she must not belong in our common room.

“Oh, surely the gossip about a new Hogwarts student has circled once or twice around the castle by now,” she replied, looking curious and plopping herself at the other end of the vast green sofa I was sitting on.

“New student,” I mumbled to myself and then recalled my fight with Goyle at breakfast. The news completely eluded me until that very moment, buried carefully under revelations that Harry liked me, but that nothing would ever happen between us. “I do seem to recall some mention of it. So you were sorted into Slytherin then?” I asked in my official capacity as captain obvious.

She nodded, her dark wavy hair bouncing around her face. It was a unique color, sort of black, yet the lights made it shift into tones that seemed more like purple. She stuck out her hand for me to shake and I was reminded vividly of the time I extended my own hand to Harry. Why did everything keep coming back to him?

After only a slight hesitation I accepted her hand. “Shannon,” she told me her name.

“Draco,” I replied in turn. “So, why aren’t you in the Great Hall with everyone else?”

She shrugged. “The Headmaster’s going to introduce me at dinner tonight and told me to settle in here until then.”

“That’s awfully nice of him. Maybe I can request a day off,” I mused out loud.

“I hardly think the journey here from Paris constitutes a day off,” she replied. “Plus I’d rather just get this new student shite over with.”

“I would get used to it if I were you. Unless Harry Potter does something newsworthy, you’re going to be the queen of the tabloids around here for awhile,” I informed her truthfully.

“My friend Gabriel says that he’s sweet, but they keep saying things… is he really as crazy as the Prophet says?” she asked excitedly.

“No,” I shouted, ready to defend this nonexistent boyfriend of mine and then quickly realized what I was doing. Here I was doing the exact opposite of what I should be doing to protect myself. I couldn’t talk about my feelings for Potter, or even defend him to a virtual stranger. Even if she didn’t know my father, she would soon be meeting a plethora of people who did. “He’s crazier,” I added at last.

She looked at me skeptically for a moment and then nodded. “I expected as much,” she replied, still looking at me curiously.

“Lucky for you Potter probably will do something completely moronic any minute now, so you’ll probably be off the hook soon enough,” I told her, trying to distract her from whatever devious thoughts seemed to be trailing through her mind.

She smiled and nodded. “So why aren’t you in the Great Hall?” she asked.

“I just didn’t feel like company today,” I replied distractedly.

“Right. Sorry; I should have realized,” she said as she got up from her place on the sofa.

I was unexpectedly alarmed at her abrupt departure. “Shannon, you don’t have to go. I didn’t mean you, I meant… well, it was rude and I wasn’t thinking. You should stay.” I wasn’t entirely sure why I wanted her to, but something about her was disarming and she was easy to talk to. Maybe it was because I didn’t grow up with her, or maybe she just seemed more like a clever Ravenclaw than an evil malicious backstabbing Slytherin.

Or maybe she was just good at hiding her Slytherin attributes and had me fooled. Either way, I asked her to sit back down, and she did.

We chatted all through lunch, she told me about Beaxbatons and how she was in their choir and looking forward to joining the one at Hogwarts. I taught her how to handle Pansy and her cronies without getting beaten up.

All and all it was the most entertaining chat I’d had with anyone aside from Harry, and certainly the least life threatening, except for that time she threatened to kill me if I told anyone about her secret crush on a boy back in France.

As our lunch hour drew to a close she got up and offered her hand, pulling me up from the sofa as well.

“Would you like to be my escort today?” she asked innocently.

“Er…” I stammered, unable to find an easy way of telling her I wasn’t interested in her that way.

“I don’t mean in a romantic capacity,” she corrected with a snicker. “Professor Snape said I could choose one of the Slytherin students to show me around the school. You’d get out of the rest of your classes for the day,” she added.

Harry’s face swam into my mind and a mixture of emotions filled me up. Part of me was hesitant to agree because then I wouldn’t get to see him again until dinner. But the rest of me realized that maybe the less I saw him the better off I’d be. It would do me no good if I were caught gawking at the Gryffindor during Transfiguration.

So I agreed.

I got to legally skip classes for the rest of the day and wander around the school grounds showing Shannon everything of interest, from the secret kitchen entrance all the way up to the Astronomy tower.

When we finally returned to the common room, classes were over and most of our Slytherin housemates were there, awaiting our arrival. News had quickly traveled that the new girl was, indeed, sorted into Slytherin and they all wanted to meet her.

I left Shannon to her fate and quickly left, wanting no part in that pool of piranhas. I was only wandering the halls for a few minutes when I was pulled roughly into a disused classroom.

I heard a locking and silencing charm being muttered and my heart sped up. Still disoriented I looked around, trying to spot my attacker, thinking Goyle might have finally mastered the disillusionment charm I had taught him and was planning to pay me back for breakfast, when Potter slipped off the invisibility cloak and pinned me sharply against the wall.

“Where the hell have you been?” he hissed.

“What the fuck, Potter,” I shouted, trying to shake him off. His small frame was surprisingly powerful, and I wasn’t able to move an inch under his grasp. “I was showing the new girl around the school,” I told him at last.

His grip slackened slightly and he leaned his forehead against mine, his breath ghosting over my lips. “I was so worried,” he whispered.

“Worried? Why?” I asked, unable to fathom what in Merlin’s name he could possibly be worried about. “I never even left the castle.”

“I just knew someone must have overheard us this morning and taken you,” he whispered, his lips hovering dangerously close to mine.

“It won’t happen that way,” I informed him, and it wouldn’t. If ever someone suspected me of treason it would first be reported to my father, then he would summon me to the manor to find out if it were true or not. I told all this to Potter, but it didn’t cheer him any.

“So it’s like a business transaction?” he asked.

I shrugged and nodded, thinking that was a fair description. “Sort of. If I’m innocent they’ll let me come back, no harm no foul.”

“And if your guilty?” he asked, his voice barely a breath and his eyes boring into mine.

“Death; probably quick because of who my father is. Though, for this they might make an exception,” I replied, noticing the fear flicker through his eyes.

“I should just leave you alone,” he whispered.

“Then why don’t you?” I asked, foolishly aware of how badly I wanted him to stay.

“I don’t want to,” he replied with an apologetic smile, right before his lips crashed into mine.

The kiss was so sudden that it took my breath away. None of my experimenting with Pansy, or even seeing my doppelganger relative from the past prepared me for that moment. Harry’s lips were soft and urgent, as if he had waited for the moment to kiss me for years, and if what he said earlier was true, maybe he had.

I pressed back into him as much as I could; given the grip he had on me, and opened my mouth to the onslaught of his tongue. He expertly maneuvered his way around my mouth, licking and nipping at my lips and teeth, and I felt the burning flame of jealousy whip through me for a moment as I thought of who he might have been practicing with.

He tasted like licorice wands and pumpkin juice and I found myself craving to taste more of him as he devoured my mouth. Despite the wild screaming protestations in my head, which sounded disturbingly like my father’s voice, I realized that I was receiving my first real kiss, and that it was with a boy.

And of course, seeing as though a Malfoy couldn’t possibly do things simply, it couldn’t be any boy, it had to be the Gryffindor Golden Boy. Not just anyone was good enough, important enough, or perfect enough to captivate me in this way, but Harry staked his unlikely claim on me and my whole body responded in turn.

The kiss was broken just as suddenly as it had begun and Harry panted against my mouth, his lips swollen, his chest heaving and his emerald eyes boring into mine. “I never thought I’d get to do that,” he whispered with a low seductive chuckle.

“Happy to oblige,” I replied, still trying to catch my own breath and trying not to look as frantic as I felt. The minute the kiss was broken the veil lifted from my mind and I could see clearly the danger we were both volunteering for.

In a way it was almost too late. Voldemort, my father or even Snape could easily pluck this vivid memory from my mind and use it to incriminate me. What was worse, though, was that all my Slytherin traits of self-preservation were still buried deep below the confusing haze I felt when I thought about Harry.

“This is wrong in so many ways,” I whispered, my lips still brushing against his in the barest of touches.

Harry dropped my arms and took several steps back, watching me with those same sad apologetic eyes. “I’m sorry. I promised I wouldn’t do this,” he said at last, rubbing his hands up and down his arms as if to warm himself.

“I’m not complaining I just…” I began, but realized at once I had no real idea of what I wanted to say to him.

Harry held up his hand to stop my words and shook his head. “I should be better than this, I will be better than this. I’m sorry, Draco. I promise not to endanger you again,” he said, turning his head sharply away from me.

The loss of touch, followed by the loss of eye contact was almost too much for me to bear. “Did you just call me Draco?” I asked, afraid I might have imagined the soft lilt of his voice with my given name on his still swollen lips.

Those same lips curved into a smile and he shrugged, still not looking at me. “I might have,” he responded.

“I like it,” I told him truthfully and closed the space between us. I didn’t know what possessed me to be so careless and indulgent, but all that mattered to me in that moment was that I wanted Harry, and a Malfoy always gets what they want. “Say it again,” I whispered; close to his ear and judging by the shivers that rippled down his body, he enjoyed the close proximity as much as I did.

“Draco,” he breathed, just the barest of sounds but it was enough to make my heart beat faster.

I flicked my tongue out, grazing it along his earlobe and his head lolled back. “Draco,” he whispered again, spurning me forward and I sucked that same earlobe into my mouth, and then trailed my tongue along his neck until I reached his collarbone.

“Draco,” he moaned against my ear, digging sharp fingertips into my hipbones. I thrust forward, letting him feel how aroused I was, and he pressed his length against me in answer. I ran fingers under his shirt, feeling his hot bare flesh and causing another wave of shudders rocketing through his body.

Grabbing him under the arse I carried him over to the nearest desk, pinning him so that he was half sitting, half leaning against it and I pulled him into a searing kiss. Tongues tangled in a dance for dominance as my fingers threaded through his ebony curls.

“Draco,” he groaned almost unintelligibly against my mouth and reached for me, pressing the flat of his palm against my throbbing erection. I hissed at the sensation, both a relief and a building of pressure in my groin. He gripped me through my trousers and I nearly cried out, my own hand going immediately to the waistband of his pants and fumbling with the button.

I wrapped my hand around the burning hot flesh of Harry’s erection and gently squeezed. His eyelids closed, thick black eyelashes fluttering at my touch, my name whispered on his lips once more. I was pleased to note he was nearly the same size as me as I stroked him.

He rushed to catch up with me and when I felt his nimble fingers close around me I fought to keep my eyes open. I wanted to savor every expression on the Gryffindor’s face as he enjoyed the pleasure of my touch and I his. Harry smiled triumphantly, looking as though he has just caught the illusive snitch.

And this was it, the moment of no return.

As we stroked each other to completion my mind reeled at the situation we found ourselves in. The rivalry that had been building for years crumbling around us in the most unlikely fashion I could imagine. Was this what I wanted? Was Harry who I wanted? And if so, what would I risk to get him?

My body answered for me, as I shuddered my climax into Harry’s fist, squeezing him firmly and yanking his own orgasm from his beautiful pink lips. I think I cried out his name, but everything in that moment was a blur as I fought to swim through the haze of afterglow up to the surface of logical thought.

“Fuck, Draco,” Harry whispered.

I didn’t think I would be able to form coherent words until I looked into his jewel-toned eyes. “Not yet,” I whispered, a subtle smirk falling into place.

He rolled his eyes and swatted me playfully, his hand still coated with my own fluids. My own thoughts made me chuckle and Harry looked at me quizzically. “Malfoy men aren’t allowed to masturbate,” I told him.

“What?” Harry asked. “That’s ridiculous, why?”

“Every lost ejaculation is the loss of a potential heir,” I replied, grimacing and laughing at the same time. I had never really questioned my father before when he told me this crude rule, and it had only applied once I turned seventeen. Suddenly the sheer absurdity of the whole situation hit me at once and I buckled over with uncontrolled laughter.

I probably looked like my Aunt Bella during one of her fits, but Harry just waited calmly and patiently for me to resume my previous sanity. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly, nodding when I was finished. “Sorry,” I muttered, embarrassed to have shown so many layers of emotion to Potter, an enemy up until just days before.

What was he now?

“It’s okay, I imagine this goes against… well, everything,” Harry replied shyly.

I cast a quick and thorough cleaning charm on the both of us and swiftly dressed, averting my eyes as Harry did the same. “You have no idea,” I muttered, still quivering with a mixture of emotions too vast for me to name. “I just broke over a dozen Malfoy laws in the last half hour alone.”

Harry smiled sadly and grabbed my hand, running his thumb in careful circles across my palm. “You say the word and I’ll leave you alone,” Harry whispered. “It was never my intention to cause you pain.”

My cold Slytherin intelligence told me to take his out, just tell him that it was a one-time thing and go our separate ways, the rest of me didn’t agree. Everything else told me to kiss him, to hold him and to never let go.

I hated being so conflicted and unsure. I hated knowing that the only real happiness I had ever known was in the hands of my sworn enemy. But even more than all of that, I loathed how helpless and broken I felt when I considered turning away from Harry.

“You don’t cause it,” I replied. “You’re my only relief from it.”

I don’t know what random Hufflepuff trait made me gush like a girl, but I couldn’t seem to stop it. Harry didn’t seem to mind though, because he pulled me tightly against him and pressed a firm kiss to my temple.

“It doesn’t change the danger of all of this, you know?” he whispered into my hair. “I’m a selfish arse for even allowing it.”

“That’s true,” I offered with a slight grin.

I could feel rather than see his answering smile. “I have no idea how we’re going to keep this a secret.”

I laughed, but it was the laugh of the condemned. “I doubt we can.”

“We have to,” Harry replied urgently, shaking me in his grip.

“Oh, trust me, I know. I’m just thinking over what I want on my epitaph, because like you said, it will be virtually impossible,” I noted.

Harry pulled me into a rough embrace and then shoved me suddenly away. “Then we have to stay away from each other. I already have too many deaths on my shoulders. I will not have yours,” he choked out. No tears were evident in his eyes but the tone of his voice warned they were close.

I closed the distance between us, wrapping him in my arms. “The only thing more impossible than keeping this a secret is for me to stay away from you.” I knew my words were true. No matter how many times I cursed what I saw in the past between Orion and Edward, no matter how illogical it was for me to look at Potter differently after that, it still didn’t change the fact that both things happened and to me this was more real than anything else.

Harry stared at me, his eyes a smoldering dark green, and he looked as though he were trying to read my mind. “You’re serious?” he asked at last. “This puts you in more danger than me, are you certain?”

“I think it puts you in the exact same amount of danger,” I rebuked.

He looked at me like I was completely daft and shook his head. “Really Draco, I couldn’t possibly be in any more danger than I am now, but you… you’re safe right now.”

“If you think anyone is safe around Voldemort then you’re fooling yourself,” I replied, a little more hostile than I had intended.

Harry sighed and nodded. “It’s too late isn’t it?” he asked softly.

“The minute I walked up to you by the lake it was too late. Now… well now it’s so far past too late I don’t even have a name for it,” I replied.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, looking desperately angry with himself.

“I’m not,” I whispered and kissed him lightly, the barest brush of lips.

Harry melted into me once more and then pulled back suddenly. “I think dinner’s already started,” he groaned.

“You go, I’ll knick something from the kitchens and eat in the common room,” I said.

“It’ll look suspicious if you don’t show up,” he replied with a shake of his head.

“It’ll look worse if we both show up late,” I countered, knowing that to be true. The gossipmongers might be temporarily appeased by Shannon’s arrival, but they would never fail to miss something as monumental as Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy both arriving late and looking well and truly shagged.

Harry took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “It’s already hard and we’ve barely done anything.”

“Thanks,” I replied sarcastically.

Harry narrowed his eyes. “You know what I mean. Tonight was… well… wow, but a discrete snog in an unused classroom will be nothing compared to what they’ll have to speculate about if we keep this up.”

I shook my head and chucked my tongue. “Naughty Harry. Already planning our next rendezvous?” I asked in jest.

Harry gave me a wicked grin that tightened things low in my body. “Of course I am.”

I found this bold seductive Potter so intriguing I almost gave in and let him have his way with me right there. My mind shook me loose from his captivating gaze though, and loath as I was to admit it, we needed to part ways for the time being. “Dinner,” I reminded him.

“Right. When will I see you again?” he asked.

“You mean aside from potions in the morning?” I asked and he made a rude gesture that I pretended wasn’t for me. “I don’t know. We lucked out this time, but we can’t keep sneaking into classrooms. Eventually we’ll get caught.”

Harry nodded sagely. “I know. I’ll think of something and get a message to you when I do,” he said at last, and then kissed me boldly before walking to the door. “Be careful,” he called behind him as he slipped out into the corridor.

I waited nearly twenty minutes before following, using the time to berate myself for getting into such a mess. It was easy to think clearly when I had no penetrating emerald eyes staring into mine. No, that’s not true. Harry was still the only face in my mind, and his eyes still shown like he was standing in front of me.

I silently groaned as I made my way down to the kitchens for the second time that day. My whole routine was being messed up because of the Gryffindor hero, and I was fairly certain things were just going to go downhill from there.

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