Most Unlikely

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It\'s In The Past

Harry ran frantically down the hallway. His heart was pumping and his lungs gasped for clean crisp air. Having no intentions to go to any certain place Harry ran straight for the grounds. Once he reached the huge oak doors that would release him from the prying eyes of the other students he slowed himself to a brisk walk, falling onto the nearest bench, gasping breathfulls of the crisp air.

Harry was so furious he didn’t even realize that he was only in his t-shirt and jeans. His nipples hardened in the cold air, peaking through his tight red shirt. He moved quickly across the walkway and headed for anywhere he could be alone. The best spot he could think of was down by the lake, which was now frozen over with thick hills of snow.

Harry walked over a tall mound of snow rubbing his arms trying to warm them. His breath visible with each exhale. Reaching for his wand to conjure himself a jacket, he noticed it was left behind in the dorm. “Fuck!” He slumped down into the snow and fell backwards, his breathing returning to normal.

His jet black hair ruffled along the cold frozen water, which was starting to melt under him due to the heat he was expelling. Harry lay motionless for several minutes before he heard crunching in the snow behind him. Figuring that it was Ron or Hermione he didn’t move but closed his eyes pretending not to hear the approaching person.

“Hey, it’s freezing out here.”

Harry felt a heavy jacket drop over his body, pushing it from his face he saw Draco Malfoy staring down on him. “And why the fuck do you care?!” Harry sneered.

Draco smirked and scowled back. “Because I have grown up and realized this pathetic pride battle we have been having since our first year was waste of time, and I thought I would be the better person and apologize.”

Harry choked on his own tongue, taken aback by Draco’s word. “What, well, you see.”

Draco smirked. “Save it Potter.”

Harry was still speechless and could not think of anything else to do but pat the ground beside him and laugh nervously. Draco accepted the invitation and dropped down beside Harry in the snow.

“Fuck you Draco! This is probably just some fucking scheme to use on me later!” Harry finally found the right words and spat them in Draco’s face.

“Oh come on Potter! We all know I was only a dick because of my, my, my father.” Draco’s voice trailed off while he finished his sentence.

Harry remembered that Draco’s father was imprisoned in Azkaban for being a death eater and aiding in killing professor Dumbledore the year before.

“I’m sorry Draco, I just can’t see this being possible… Thee Draco Malfoy being nice to someone.”

Draco smirked. “That’s what I’m known best for.”

Harry smiled and pulled the jacket that Draco gave him over his shoulders. Draco couldn’t help but look at Harry’s hardened nipples that were peaking through his tight red shirt, hugging his chest and supple abs.

“So, you expect us to be friends or something now?” Harry questioned, looking back to Draco in all seriousness.

“Well… Not if you don’t want to. I just thought we could let bygones be bygones.”

Harry looked at Draco crossly. “Let bygones be bygones! Ha! After all you did to…”

“Fuck Potter! I know I was a dick to you and your friends, that’s why I’m apologizing.” He cut Harry off in mid sentence. Harry lurched back and stared at Draco in awe.

“Well… I guess I could let it go, seeing this is our last year and all.”

Draco smiled and extended his hand, which was met by Harry’s and embraced in a shake. “Can we get out of the cold now?” Draco asked, climbing to his feet and offering Harry a hand. Harry didn’t argue but smiled not being able to feel his ass anymore and took Draco’s hand.

“Yea, let’s go. AGH!” Harry’s foot slipped on a patch of ice and went tumbling backwards, Draco still holding his hand crashing down on top of him. Both boys lay motionless. Draco’s stomach flipped, enjoying every moment that their two bodies lay entangled and heated by each others warmth. Not to mention his length grinding against Harry’s. His hair fell forwards and covered Harry’s face. He too, laid in shock, eyes closed. Something twisted in Harry’s stomach, it was the same feeling he had when he was kissing Dean… Was he enjoying this?

Draco whipped back to reality. “Um… Sorry, can’t get a good foot hold.” Draco climbed once again to his feet, this time not offering Harry his hand.

Once both boys were back on their feet they moved back towards the castle, not mentioning anything about what had just happened, as it was a very awkward situation for both of them, and they didn’t want to discuss it. Once they reached the oak doors again Harry slid off the jacket that Draco offered him and passed it back. “Thanks.”

Draco smiled and threw the jacket over his shoulder. “So, I’ll see you around.”

Harry smiled and turned to walk up the stairs. “Harry! Harry!” Coming to a stop Harry turned backwards to Draco. “Yes?”

Draco pointed up the stairs to Harry. “You’re bleeding, your back, its cut.”

“What?” Harry looked confused. “I don’t feel anything.”

Draco waved his finger at him, motioning Harry to come. Without any hesitation Harry moved forward and was turned around, his back facing the blonde boy. Harry felt Draco’s finger run down his back, it seared with pain.

Turning around Harry saw Draco’s finger, dripping with his blood. “Bloody hell! How the fuck did that happen?!” Draco shrugged.

“Must have been when you fell. Maybe you should go see Madam Pomfrey, looks pretty bad.”

Harry shook his head. “Nah, I’ll just clean it up in the bathroom.” Draco nodded and turned following Harry up the stairs, eyeing his body as the jet black haired boy moved swiftly up the stairs.

***
Once the two boys reached the male’s lavatory Draco dropped the jacket that was over his shoulder and moved to the sink, turning on the faucet, making the temperature just right.

Draco turned around to see how Harry was making out and was hit with a huge lump in his throat. Harry was slowly pulling his shirt off, up from the bottom of his stomach, over his abs, slowly up his flat chest and over his head, ruffling his jet black hair. Draco felt himself growing hard.

Harry took some paper towels and soaked them with the water running from the faucet, trying to reach around and soak his cut. Draco tried not to look directly at Harry’s pulsing abs, or supple chest. “Hey, Draco, could I have a hand?” Draco’s stomach did a summersault.

“Yeah, no problem…” He rasped. Taking the paper towel from Harry he pressed it against his smooth back, running the warm paper towel over the cut. Harry let out a small groan that made Draco’s body shudder, more blood flowing to his cock. For several minutes Harry stood still while Draco slowly massaged his back with the warm paper towl. Once Draco had thoroughly cleansed Harry’s cut and watched as he pulled on his shirt he turned towards the door.

“Well, I better get back to my homework.”

Harry smiled. “Yeah, maybe I’ll meet you in the library later. We do have the same potions work.” Draco nodded and pulled open the door with a smirk.

“Ladies first.”

Harry chuckled and walked by Draco, purposely running his hand across Draco’s hardened member. Draco’s eyes widened with a shudder through his body.

Harry stopped shortly ahead of Draco and whispered. “Did you enjoy my bath?”

***

Harry returned to his common room, which was filled with students busy doing homework and chatting amongst themselves. Ron and Hermione were not in the room, which made Harry think that they were off fucking somewhere.

Neville was busy playing chess with Seamus and Lavender was chatting it up with Pavarti, quite nosily. Harry marched across the room smiling at his fellow Gryffindor’s and up into his dorm.

Once he reached his bed he rummaged through his trunk for his potions books, planning on heading to the library to finish an essay for Snape. Harry turned his head quickly as he heard a squeaking noise coming from the dorm door. “Hello?”

Harry couldn’t see anyone, so he continued digging through his trunk, finally grabbing his potions book and letting the trunk lid drop with a bang. He moved over to his bedside table and dropped the large leather bound book while he grabbed his book bag and stuffed some parchment and quills into it.

Another noise made Harry jump around, this time it sounded like footsteps. “Who the hell is there?” He walked over to Ron’s bed and threw the draping open, the bed was empty. “This isn’t funny Ron!” Harry shouted. Harry moved around the room throwing each bed draping open, to find each and every bed empty. “What the fuck?”

Harry nervously glanced around the room and trudged back over to his own bed, snatching his Potions book from his end table and briskly walking out the door, taking one last peek around.

***
Harry walked casually into the library and found a comfortable chair next to the fire. Digging through his book bag he pulled a quill and parchment out, flipping open his Potions book to a section on ‘Anti-Venoms’

Harry scratched away quickly on his parchment, looking to the door randomly every few minutes to see if Draco was coming. Harry defiantly could have used Draco’s help, seeing he was Snape’s number one student.

Once Harry had finished his essay, with no help from Draco, he climbed to his feet and packed away his essay and quills into his book bag. He was actually half angry with Draco for not meeting him here. When Harry lifted his Potions book a small piece of paper slid from its pages and floated to the desk. Harry glanced around the room, before picking up the parchment and unfolding it.

Harry,

I need to talk to you about something. This is not a joke and I promise it is very important. I want you to meet me tonight in the prefect’s bathroom, 3rd floor. Just tap the pearl in the clam with your wand.

Yours truly,
Draco.

Harry folded the parchment back up and tucked it inside his robe. Pulling his Potions book closer to his chest he strode from the library and out into the busy hall of students who were heading to the Great Hall for dinner, his heart beating with excitement.

To Be Continued

[Ok, I\'m going to end this chapter here. I know these chapters have been small and jump around alot, but I want to get to the good stuff. Things are starting to get spicey as Harry and Draco are slowly growing closer. Draco was caught spying on Harry in the bath, and now he wants to explain himself. Interesting, very interesting. The holidays are coming and a special surprise is coming our way. Stay tuned and PLEASE review. Your comments keep me motivated!]