Darker Side of Me

Darker Side of Me –Chapter 5

Harry stood in the grand entrance hall of Hogwarts, watching his two best friends’ retreating backs as they bid him goodbye and went off home for the holidays. He leaned against the giant stone doorframe and sighed, almost wishing he had changed his mind about going with Ron. He walked towards the Great Hall for dinner. It was Christmas Eve, and Hogwarts was very empty and very lonely already.

Ron and Hermione and promised to stay with him until this point; they left the latest they could in attempt to keep him company and change his mind. He walked down the long empty table and sat himself near the end, picked up some food and began his dinner. He looked around himself. There were very few students left at all; maybe ten in the whole school. Harry was certainly the only Gryffindor left. Some younger girls watched him from the Ravenclaw table and giggled to each other. Whether this was because he was eating alone or because he was Harry Potter made no difference to Harry at all.

As he attempted to make his way through the small plate of food he had taken, he glanced over to the Slytherin table. There were two students sitting there, though neither was the one he had hoped to see. He frowned and dropped his fork. He was torn inside and could not bring himself to eat any food at all. It had been that way for over a week. Hermione had complained that he would waste away completely if he kept it up. He was sure she had tried to slip him some kind of potion during that time, and so took to refusing anything she offered him.

He took a swig of eggnog, replaced his cup and got up from the table. As he passed through the doorway, a familiar scent wafted past him. It was a sweet scent that he quite enjoyed though he bit his tongue and hoped he was wrong.

“Not hungry, Potter?” He was not. Draco was standing behind the door as he left and began to follow him. “You know you might actually fill out your uniform if you ate something. You are really too thin to be normal. Quite meek-looking, actually.”

“This coming from someone who has two huge tree trunks fight his battles for him, so he doesn’t break a nail?” Harry snapped, starting up the stairs towards Gryffindor tower. Draco followed.

“I can’t help it if people enjoy serving me.” Draco kept in step with Harry, despite Potter’s best efforts to lose him. “They need me as much as you do.” Harry laughed.

“Then clearly you are useless to everyone,” he spat, quickening his pace slightly. Draco’s face showed mild surprise.

“Rather touchy today, aren’t we?” Malfoy remarked. “Pray tell, what’s got your knickers in a twist today?” he asked, making a move towards Harry’s pants. Harry threw him a glare and continued walking.

“You have, you little ferret,” he snapped. “You just never quit, do you?”

“Afraid not,” Draco responded. “And honestly, I see no great relation between me and a ferret so why must you continue to call me that?” Harry stopped dead, thinking for a moment, then turned to him.

“Let’s see,” he began. “Small, weak, wiry, sneaky and altogether rather unpleasant little rodent that usually causes more trouble than it’s worth… Hmm, no, I think it’s a perfect description of you.” He gave Draco a once-over and continued on his way. Draco followed.

“That was not very noble of you, Potter,” Malfoy remarked matter-of-factly. “Not something a good Gryffindor should say. Sounds more like a Slytherin comment if you ask me.” Harry ground his teeth and bit his tongue.

“I’m nothing like you, I don’t belong in Slytherin,” he replied. Their conversation was causing him terrible struggle inside. It took him every ounce of control to stop from jumping Draco right there and throwing caution to the wind.

“It’s not so bad being me…you seem to like me enough to prove that.” Harry groaned and rolled his eyes.

“You are wrong, I don’t like you at all,” the Gryffindor stated with as much confidence as he could muster. “And why would I want to be distrusted by everyone? Everyone knows Slytherins are evil.” Draco then grabbed Harry’s arm to turn his attention. The blond boy’s eyes shone with malice.

“I think you quite enjoy playing in the shadows, if you ask me.” Harry stared at him for a moment, his jaw clenched and yet relishing every moment of Draco’s touch.

“No one asked you,” he replied, reluctantly wrenching his arm out of Malfoy’s grasp. “And why are you following me??” Draco laughed.

“I want to see where you sleep.”

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Draco smiled darkly at the boy before him as he stated his simple purpose. Potter’s eyes flashed a hint of excitement, though he tried visibly to hide it. He could see Potter’s mind race as he tried to read the comment and ignore the feelings that were swirling around inside of him. Draco almost wanted to laugh, though he knew, deep down, that the same feelings were rushing around inside of him as well.

“You aren’t allowed into other Houses. School rules,” Harry attempted. Draco shook his head.

“Hasn’t stopped you before.” He could see that Potter’s heart had stopped for a moment. Draco was bluffing, but clearly he had hit on something secret. “Again, I know you like to play in the shadows more than you like to follow rules.” Draco stepped up to level with the boy and motioned for him to lead the way.

“If I get caught for this,” Harry began, speaking through his teeth.

“Who cares? Everyone at this school loves you. They wouldn’t touch a hair on your pretty little head,” he explained. “You are Harry Potter, after all. If that’s not good for getting out of trouble, then what is it good for?”

Harry frowned as he lead the way into the Gryffindor common room. It was bright and warm and red and gold and made Draco want to barf a little. He was used to dark green and silver decorations, not these warm and happy red ones. Somewhere, inside, he did almost feel jealous. It was never so comfortable to walk into the Slytherin common room. There, there was a distinct feeling of distrust and isolation. In this place, there was comfort and warmth.

“What’s wrong? Don’t know what warmth feels like? Let me explain, it’s called feeling alive and welcome.” Harry sneered. “Not like the paranoid morgue you live in down in the dungeons.”

“So you have been there?” Draco smirked and Harry froze. “You still haven’t shown me where you sleep, specifically.” Draco removed his school robes so that he was in a fitted t-shirt and jeans. Harry stared at his chest.

“What do you want to do? Dig up dirt on my friends so that you can more accurately insult them?” Draco stepped forwards and began to undo the clips that kept Harry’s robes tied.

“I don’t want to touch anything or anyone but you,” he stated, carefully removing Harry’s shirt. He carefully pulled it over his head and then placed a gentle hand on the Gryffindor’s bare chest.

“How do you do this?” Harry whispered. Draco smiled.

“It’s quite simple,” he replied. “All I have to do is pull the shirt over your head, and off it comes. You don’t put up much of a fight either, so it makes matters simpler. Then all I have to do is-” Without finishing his sentence, he slip his hand down the front of Potter’s pants and ran his fingers along his length. Harry was about to protest but found himself pressing himself into Draco, pulling him into a kiss.

Draco carefully removed his hand from the Gryffindor’s pants and broke the kiss. He paused a moment, his lips lingering just over Harry’s, in the sweet anticipation of another embrace. Harry nodded to him and took his hand, leading him up the stairs to the boys’ dormitory.

The room was circular and cozy, the beds were all arranged so that the faced every other bed, though the hangings around them allowed privacy. Everything, again, was in shades of red and gold.

“This is my bed,” Harry explained, leading him over to one of them. All the other beds were lonely and devoid of clothes or school things. Harry’s bed, however, was surrounded with his things. It must have been strange to sleep there alone at night.

“Get lonely all on your own here?” the blond remarked.

“Why? You offering to fill the void?” he sneered at Malfoy. Draco smirked and pushed him down onto the mattress.

“I think I already have.” He thrust himself onto Potter, suckling at his lower lip and quickly removing his pants. Harry must have let go of his inhibitions because he began to pull Draco’s clothes off of him with a rushed kind of need. Draco removed Harry’s glasses and put them on the bedside table. Harry blinked at him.

“You’ve never removed them before,” he whispered, feeling his excitement rise with every passing moment that Draco was on top of him. Malfoy smiled.

“Yes but it’s never been like it’s going to be, can’t have you getting hurt now,” Draco explained. He quickly pulled off Harry’s pants, leaving him in nothing but boxers and smiled again. “You’ve never been this excited before. What was it, performance nerves?” Harry blushed and pushed Draco’s pants down.

“No, it was so you didn’t feel so bad in comparison,” he replied coolly. Draco smirked and held Harry’s chest down with one hand as he removed his own pants and threw them to the side. He realized that his excitement was also greater this time than it had been before. Perhaps something had changed. He pushed the thought from his mind and continued with his task.

Nibbling gently on his ear, Draco ground his hips into Harry’s and slipped his hands down the boy’s sides and beneath his boxers. Harry arched his back and rubbed his hips up and down against Draco’s. Malfoy sucked vigorously on Harry’s neck and pulled off his boxers, revealing his fully nude figure.

Draco lifted his head a moment to try and take in all of Potter’s naked body. He smiled, sucked on one of Harry’s nipples for a moment and then leant over to whisper in his ear.

“I lied before when I said you are sexiest when you’re angry,” he told Potter. “You’re sexiest when you’re naked and staring up at me like you were.” Harry moaned as Draco massaged his length with his fingertips, kissing him deeply.

Harry pushed his fingers down Draco’s back, tugging at the hem of his boxers in order to remove them. Draco brought one hand up to help him, before pinning both Potter’s arms down to the bed. He leaned down and kissed the tip of Harry’s length before turning him onto his stomach and bringing him to his knees.

Harry leant forwards on his forearms, while Draco kissed his lower back and licked his way downwards. Pulling Potter’s legs apart, he lapped his tongue at Harry’s entrance, carefully tantalizing him and moistening the area. Potter moaned louder this time while Draco worked. He lifted his hand to Harry’s shaft and felt a light liquid.

“Careful, Potter,” he warned. “You don’t want to give up too soon or you’ll miss the best part.” Harry bit his lip and tried to control his breathing. Draco smiled, turned Harry back onto his back and licked two of his own fingers. Harry watched him carefully, unable to see him in much detail, he gasped as Draco inserted his fingers into Harry. As he probed gently he held Potter’s legs apart, observing the boy’s face.

Not wanting the Gryffindor to give up too quickly, he removed his fingers and leaned into him to kiss his lips again. Harry pushed him up, however, throwing Draco onto his back. Potter got to his knees and pinned Malfoy on his back.

“I underestimated you,” Draco whispered. Harry smirked and lowered his mouth to Draco’s length, licking it from base to tip before encircling it with his mouth and sucking with growing strength. The Slytherin lay back, allowing small moans to escape him as Potter clearly had some talent with his tongue.

Harry lifted his head as Draco began to see little stars behind his eyes. He leaned over Draco with a dark smile and inserted his own length into Malfoy. Malfoy gasped in surprise and bit his lip, trying not to give in. Harry laughed as he pushed back and forth.

“What’s wrong? Giving up so soon?” Draco opened his eyes and pushed Harry back to the bottom. Draco sneered at him and shook his head.

“You don’t belong on top,” he answered, inverting their positions so he could penetrate Harry instead. Potter did not fight back, but pulled Draco into a hungry kiss while they gyrated together. Their chests pressed against one another, Draco felt Harry’s heart beat against his. Harry pulled out of the kiss, unable to do both at the same time. Draco took to sucking on his neck again, leaving red marks in different places. Harry threw his head back and moaned loudly, his breathing increasing heavily while Draco pushed into him. He finally cried out as he hit his climax. Draco let go too and they both collapsed down onto the bed.

Draco panted quietly as Harry tried to keep his eyes open. They looked at each other for a few moments in silence. Something dawned on Malfoy, however, and he picked up his watch. Then he smiled softly and kissed Harry gently on the lips.

“Merry Christmas,” he said.