History Repeats Itself

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Chapter 5 Drowning

I tried to disguise my increasingly bad mood as one day, then two and finally an entire week went by without a word, note or glance from Potter. My foul mood was obvious to everyone, even Shannon, or should I say especially Shannon, who seemed to have a knack for noticing things and taking care of everyone.

In one weeks time she had managed to turn the Slytherin common room into a relaxing haven, almost a home, whereas Harry managed to make me temperamental and volatile. At every meal I would search him out, wait for him to spare even one knowing glance in my direction, but it never happened. He just sat there, seemingly content in the company of Weasel and the Know-It-All.

“Draco, are you feeling okay?” Shannon asked the morning of the eighth day with no contact from Harry, not that anyone was counting.

“Peachy, why?” I asked, trying to mask my bitterness and failing miserably.

She frowned and put her hand over mine, stilling the movement of my fork. “Because that poor egg probably has over a dozen lethal stab wounds,” she teased, but her green eyes held a warm comfort that seemed to be coaxing me to open up and talk.

At the same time her eyes reminded me of Harry’s. Though Shannon’s were not the same shade of crystal emerald green of Harry’s, and her eye color tended to change slightly depending on her surroundings, while Harry’s seemed to only shift in darkness depending on his mood. Regardless, it was enough to make me want to shout out all the angry things I had prepared to scream at Harry when… or if… he ever deemed it worthy to speak with me again.

I refrained myself though and merely shrugged at her joke. She took my fork and held a bit of egg up to my lips. “Eat,” she prodded.

“I’m not hungry,” I complained, moving out of the way.

“Draco, you have to eat. You’ve been picking through your meals for over a week now,” she chastised. “If you keep this up by the end of this week you’ll have dropped a stone,” she added, poking at my already nearly exposed ribs.

“Fine,” I huffed and leaned in to take the bite from her offered fork. And of course the King of Bad Timing had to take that opportunity to finally look my way. His emerald eyes flicked from mine to Shannon and then to the fork she was feeding me with.

Harry’s face formed a questioning frown as I took the next offered bite, and then the next, letting my gaze drift from him to Shannon, who was aiming at another bite of food on my plate. I smiled weakly and let her feed me one final bite of egg before I took my fork back.

A loud bang erupted through the Great Hall and when I looked up, Harry had left, obviously in a huff. Ron and Hermione were staring straight at me so I shot them my best sneer and turned my attention back over to Shannon.

“What was that all about?” she asked curiously, her eyes flicking to the left behind portion of the Golden Trio.

I shrugged and poked at my food again. “I wouldn’t even begin to try and understand Potter and his band of rejects.”

She frowned at me slightly and returned to her own meal, glancing up only occasionally at me while I reluctantly ate the rest of mine.

As we walked to potions she kept watching me out of the corner of her eye. “I’m fine, Shan, I promise,” I told her. And I was, well, I was telling myself I was until I saw him standing in front of the potions classroom waiting for Snape to open the door.

He glanced up once, and just that once was enough to see that he was burning up with jealousy. I ignored him and kept my place at Shannon’s side, leaning just a hair closer then was necessary and could nearly feel the hurt and fury at my movement coming off of his skin like a palpable wave. It was wrong to toy with him in this manner, but he had it coming.

“You’re Harry Potter right?” Shannon asked, extending out her hand for Harry to shake, but Harry just looked down at it the same as he had me that first day on the train.

I felt a surge of anger boil inside me as Harry snubbed my friend in the same manner he had snubbed me years ago, only Shannon was being perfectly polite and it was Harry who was being the jackass this time.

“The lady asked you a question, Potter,” I sneered.

Harry rolled his eyes and turned away, deftly ignoring both of us. I was close to shoving him into the wall, I was so angry, when the door to the potions classroom opened and Snape eyed us all curiously before stepping away and allowing us entry.

Harry shoved us aside, bumping roughly against me, nearly knocking me over and went to take his seat toward the front. I couldn’t tell how much of his attitude was for show and how much of it Harry was really feeling, but I started to seethe. Not only was he treating Shannon so rudely for no reason whatsoever, but he also had the audacity to treat me like shit after not speaking to me for over a week.

Who the fuck did he think he was?

I was close to asking him that very same question when I felt an uncomfortable heat against my leg. It was getting increasingly warmer and I reached carefully into my robe pocket and found the culprit.

A small gold scrap of parchment was folded and shoved into my pocket. It had a warming charm on it and would have kept getting warmer and warmer until I noticed it. I slowly unfolded the note and almost smiled to myself when I saw Potter’s familiar handwriting scrawled across it in black ink, but then I quickly remembered that I was angry with him and doused the slow smile erupting on my face.

The simple note consisted of only four words, but still my heart started to beat faster after reading each one.

Prefect’s bathroom.

After class.

Simple instructions, no name and if I discarded it there was nothing to incriminate either of us. Potter was cleverer than I had originally suspected, even more so for his method of transfering to note to me in the first place, but still I balled the scrap in my fist and shoved it back into my pocket and eyed Harry warily.

That note was exactly what I wanted, a meeting with Harry, but now I wasn’t so sure. He had deftly ignored me for over a week, and a Malfoy is at no ones beck and call. I seriously debated standing him up and going straight to the Slytherin common room, but we would both have a free period after this class and spending two uninterrupted hours with Harry sounded appealing, even if we spent the first bit of it fighting.

“What was that?” Shannon asked from beside me. I had nearly forgotten she was there when I read the note; I was too focused on my conflicted emotions about Harry.

“What was what?” I asked, playing dumb.

“That bit of paper,” she pried, or rather it probably just felt like prying because I didn’t want to tell her.

“Oh, that? Just a note to remind me of something I need to do after class,” I lied. Well, I didn’t lie exactly, I just didn’t tell the entire truth. “Did you finish the essay for Transfiguration later today?” I asked, trying to distract her from the note.

“Just last night,” she replied with a nod. “That class is a little further ahead than we were at Beaxbatons, but I think I’m mostly caught up now.”

“Good, good,” I replied distractedly, still watching the back of Harry’s head as the class filled in around us.

“Draco,” Shannon whispered, close to my ear.

“Hm?” I asked, still waiting for Harry to turn around so I could give him some indication that I had gotten his note.

“You’re staring at Harry Potter like you’re trying to set him on fire,” she whispered again, sounding both amused and concerned.

“Maybe I am,” I whispered back with a smirk, trying to rid myself of the spell Potter seemed to have put on me. It was the easiest explanation for my being so thoroughly enamored with the boy who was, up until a week ago, my hugest rival.

Even though it was my favorite subject, potions went so slowly. Professor Snape spent extra time at our desk making sure that Shannon was up to speed, which helped keep my mind off of Potter for a while at least. I still had no idea whether or not I should meet him though.

As the classroom cleared I noticed that Harry was one of the first out the door so I lingered. “What are you doing now?” I asked Shannon, trying to stall my departure.

She shrugged and started gathering her things. “Probably catch up on some reading I have for History of Magic,” she responded. “You?”

“I’m not sure just yet. Maybe go practice Quidditch, maybe I’ll end up in the library at some point,” I fibbed. I was going directly to the prefect’s bathroom after this and I was either going to punch or molest Harry Potter, all depending on how apologetic he was when I arrived.

“Well, have fun. I’m a huge Quidditch fan and can’t wait to see you play. Maybe sometime I could come watch you practice?” she asked brightly and I nodded at once.

It seemed that all my new relationships were moving quickly. First Harry, who I couldn’t stop thinking about, and then Shannon, who was turning out to be the closest friend I had ever had at the school, all within a weeks time.

“I have practice tomorrow night if you want to come. It’s not as exciting as a game, but if you get bored you can always leave,” I mentioned.

“Great, well… I’ll see you at lunch then?” she asked and I nodded, watching her leave.

Shannon was very pretty, and part of me was happy that Harry had me so distracted because otherwise I probably would have tried dating her and botched it all up, then I might never have known what a brilliant friend she would be.

I took the long way to the fifth floor, walking up and down unnecessary corridors along the way. When I finally arrived at the entrance to the Prefect’s bathroom, I took a deep breath and let it out slowly before pushing the door open and striding in haughtily.

It was important that Potter not forget that he was dealing with a Malfoy still, and that just because of a brief snog I wasn’t going to turn into some Hufflepuff idiot who would bend over at Potter’s every whim.

Well, I might very well bend over for Potter, but that’s not the point.

I stalked into the room and clamped my hands over my ears as one of the stall doors slammed, making a tremendous clamor in the echoing chamber.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Potter asked as he strode to my side. He cast a quick locking and silencing charm on the door behind me and then swiftly had me pinned against it.

I looked at him incredulously, trying to squirm out of his grasp but finding him yet again, quite a bit stronger than I anticipated. “I’m meeting you here like you asked,” I told him, trying to keep my composure in spite of the position I found myself in.

Harry shook his head and rolled his eyes. “I mean the new girl.”

“What about her?” I asked, my anger rising as I recalled how nasty he had been to her that morning.

“Are you fucking her?” Harry asked. His face was a carefully stoic mask, but his eyes held fury and pain.

“What’s the matter, Potter, jealous?” I asked in a mocking tone.

Harry let go abruptly and I almost fell. He stepped back and the careful mask he was wearing slipped for just a moment but finally he just shook his head in dismay. “I told you I had always liked you, that I wanted you and you seemed to feel the same way. Then I turn around and you have this girl feeding you and fawning all over you at breakfast,” he said with a sigh, sitting at the edge of the large marble bathing pool. “Of course I’m jealous.”

I gaped at his easy admission but quickly put myself back on the defensive. “Maybe you should have turned around sooner,” I spat. “It’s been over a week since we’ve spoken, and you never sent me word like you said and you never even looked my direction,” I yelled, by voice growing more snarling by the second.

A twitch of a smile ghosted on Harry’s lips but quickly faded. “You replaced me pretty quickly,” he whispered at last, looking down at his shoes.

“I couldn’t replace you even if I wanted to, which I don’t,” I amended. “Shannon’s just a friend. I’m not dating her and certainly not sleeping with her.”

Harry looked up and my heart broke just a little as I looked into his brilliant green eyes brimming with unshed tears. I wanted to go to him, to wrap him up in my arms and kiss away the sorrow, but I resisted.

“If you’re so concerned, why didn’t you try to contact me all week?” I asked.

Harry laughed harshly, making me shiver slightly. “I spent a couple days wondering if it had even happened, thinking it was more likely that I had dreamed the entire thing. It just seemed far too unlikely that I had actually spent time talking to you, holding you… kissing you,” he groaned.

I started to protest, but he cut me off before I got another word in edgewise.

“Then I worried that you were trying to trick me,” he added.

“What?” I asked, dumbfounded at first and then immediately more respectful of Harry then I had ever been before. Not even I, a master Slytherin plotter, had thought of the possibility that Harry was trying to trick me. It would have been easy enough for him to have done given my recent absentminded state where all things Harry were concerned.

He could try to coax information from me about Voldemort, capture me and hold me for ransom, or even kill me to try and get back at my father for everything he’s done to Harry and his friends.

And here I was thinking about it for the first time now and only at Harry’s prompting, where Harry had assumed the worst from the beginning. Probably thinking I was trying to lure him in to take to Voldemort myself.

Though the offer would have been more than tempting a couple weeks ago, I could never agree to it now. “If I took you to my father, who would kill Voldemort and keep me safe?” I asked him with a subtle smirk.

Harry smiled softly and shrugged. “You’d be on your own I guess.”

I walked over and sat beside him at the pools edge. “That just wouldn’t do,” I whispered.

“Swear to me you’re telling the truth,” he said. “Swear to me that this is real,” he added, gesturing between the two of us.

“I swear,” I promised him, and I meant it with all my heart. A shining silver light circled around us, speeding up until it crashed into my torso and left me feeling like I had rubbed several ice chips across my chest.

“What was that?” I asked incredulously.

Harry looked mildly chagrined. “An honesty spell. Hermione taught it to me.”

I lifted my eyebrow slightly, both appalled and intrigued by his statement. Harry would have done well in Slytherin but at the same time some of the Gryffindor tendencies were only too obvious. “Please, tell me Granger doesn’t know about us,” I groaned.

“Merlin, no,” Harry denied with a smile. “Though I would bet ten galleons that she’s the first to figure it out.”

“I don’t know how she stands a chance of doing so if we haven’t even figured it out yet,” I mumbled.

“You’d be surprised,” he replied and turned to look at me, his green eyes blazing. “Draco,” he whispered, but didn’t get much further because I could no longer resist his perfectly pink lips. I kissed him fiercely and he seemed so startled by the suddenness of it that he fell backward, into the bathing pool… and pulled me down with him.

“Harry,” I sputtered as I finally found my footing and was able to stand in the waist deep water, the disturbed bubbles flying around my face and sticking to my hair.

Potter emerged a moment later, alternating between choking and laughing, his unruly hair matted to his head. “That was so smooth,” Harry teased.

“Hey,” I responded indignantly. “I’m not the one who pulled you into the water. I hope your balance is better for the Slytherin/Gryffindor game otherwise you’ll be too easy to beat.”

“You wish, Malfoy,” Harry shouted in jest and tackled me back under the water.

We wrestled in the bath, laughing and joking for what seemed like hours, before finally I had enough and I pinned him against the edge of the pool, straddling his lap and kissing him with a passion I never even knew I was capable of feeling.

He kissed me back that time, a tangle of tongues and lips competing for dominance as he arched into me, rubbing our erections together. I gasped at the friction and started ripping at his clothing with frenzied movements.

A firm hand stopped me and I looked into Harry’s eyes. He looked panicked and I didn’t understand the reason. “We’re going to get caught,” he hissed.

I sighed, reprimanding myself for not being the cautious one. What had happened to me over the past couple weeks to make me so reckless? “Right,” I sighed again, moving away from him.

A sharp click echoed through the room and Harry’s eyes went wide. As he predicted someone was coming in and they would catch Potter and I together. At once Harry ducked beneath surface of the water, his body completely masked by the bubbles and my own body.

Granger strode in and stopped short when she saw me. “Malfoy, what are you doing?” she asked with narrowed eyes.

“What does it look like, Granger?” I asked with my best sneer.

“I can’t really think of a good reason for you to be fully clothed in the bathing pool,” she replied, looking slightly concerned but mostly put out, as if I was committing a horrible crime by being dressed in the bath.

I was starting to get concerned for Harry, who was still underwater when I felt a sharp tug on my trousers, and a hot mouth envelope my cock. I had to bite my bottom lip to keep from crying out and I’m sure that, paired with the amount of squirming I was doing looked quite odd to Hermione.

“If you must know, I fell in,” I managed to squeak out as I realized she was still waiting for me to answer. I could feel Harry swallowing around me and had no idea how he was able to breathe under the water let alone doing what he was under the waters surface.

“You fell in?” she asked skeptically.

My whole body shuddered at the feeling of Harry’s mouth enveloping me and I had to concentrate hard not to cry out. “Yes, I did, not that it’s any of you’re business,” I scoffed, or as close to scoffing as I could do while having my prick sucked furiously under the water.

“How did you get in anyhow, it was locked,” I asked, while trying to keep from trashing.

She rolled her eyes. “Magic,” she muttered and turned to leave. “Have you seen Harry?” she asked. “I thought I saw him slip in here earlier.”

All I could do was shake my head as Harry pumped my cock with his fist while rolling his tongue around the head of it. “Oh,” I moaned out loud, unable to stop myself it felt so incredible.

“What?” Hermione asked from the door.

“I said, oh won’t you leave already,” I called out, my voice wavering, but she finally huffed and left the bathroom.

As soon as I heard the door click shut I cried out, threading my fingers through Harry’s raven locks, as the orgasm rocketed through my body and my knees gave way under me and I splashed down into the water.

The ebony haired boy rose from the water with a wicked grin spreading across his face. “Hi,” he said with a wink before dissipating the bubblehead charm he had been using on himself.

“Hi,” I responded in turn, barely able to catch my breath as he leaned in to kiss me. I could taste myself on his tongue and moaned against his mouth. As I began to maul him he halted me again. “What now?” I groaned in protest.

“If Hermione’s looking for me she must have something important to say,” Harry replied.

“Granger can wait,” I replied, but he only shook his head and smiled.

“She’s even less patient then you are,” he teased. “You did very well under pressure by the way,” he added with a smirk that looked suspiciously stolen from me.

“You could have gotten us caught just then,” I chastised lightly, only lightly because I didn’t want to discourage the act, just the circumstances.

Harry only shrugged and continued to smirk at me. “It would have only been speeding up the inevitable. I’m telling you, she’ll find out, it’s only a matter of time,”

“And what will she do when she finds out?” I asked, suddenly nervous.

“She’ll freak out, tell me I’m crazy to trust you. I’ll tell her to butt out, and she’ll refuse to speak to me for a few days and then eventually come around,” he said with a smile.

“You sound pretty certain,” I noted.

“It’s not the first thing she’s found out about me that she’s not terribly fond of, plus she’s always known I liked you. It probably won’t come as too much of a surprise,” he added.

“You tell your friends everything, don’t you?” I asked, more than just a little astounded.

Harry laughed and shook his head. “Not everything. I could never tell Ron about this, he’d probably murder you,” he laughed.

“He’d try,” I replied, certain that no Weasley was a match for me.

“True,” Harry agreed. “I doubt he’d be very successful, probably end up with some kind of pox or something.”

“So Weasel’s a bit homophobic?” I asked.

Harry grimaced and shrugged. “I don’t know if he’s homophobic or just Malfoy-phobic, but I’m not taking my chances either way. Though once Hermione finds out she’s bound to tell Ron.”

I sidled up to Harry and ran my fingers through his still wet hair. “If Ron tries to attack me, am I allowed to hurt him?” I purred against his ear.

Harry moaned, his eyes fluttering. “You’re not allowed to ask me things like that so seductively,” he replied.

“Why not?” I asked.

“I might say yes,” Harry whispered.

“That’s the point,” I replied, gently massaging Harry’s cock through his trousers.

“Fuck,” he moaned and then promptly pulled away. “I have to go look for Hermione,” he breathed.

“So you’re going to leave before I get to return the favor?” I asked with an overly dramatic pout.

Harry grinned and nodded. “I’m taking a rain check,” he said as he slipped out of the pool and cast a drying spell.

“You really should just let me take care of that,” I said, gesturing toward his severely tented trousers.

Harry laughed and adjusted himself to fit better and covered it all with his robe. “It’s probably very important. Hermione wouldn’t try tracking me down for just anything.”

“Are you going to avoid me for another week?” I asked with a mock sneer.

“No chance,” Harry replied, ducking down to kiss me swiftly on the forehead. I resisted the urge to pull him back into the water and instead watched as he slipped out of the bathroom with a sly grin.

I missed him already, maybe I was turning into a Huflepuff. Wouldn't daddy be proud?

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