Most Unlikely

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The Meeting

Harry made his way from the library door and out into the hallway. Walking slower than the pace of hungry students headed to the Great Hall he couldn’t stop thinking about what Draco wanted to talk to him about. What does he want…? Why in the prefects’ bathroom? He had a vague idea that it must be about what he said to him, just before leaving the lavatory.

Picking up his pace to a normal speed Harry soon found himself standing in front of the doorway to the Great Hall, whose tables were filled with delicious mounds of food. His first instinct was to scan the Slytherin table and find Draco, sitting beside his cronies, Crabbe and Goyle. Draco’s eyes caught Harry’s, a small grin made his lips curl slightly, Harry only smiled and made his way to his own table.

When Harry reached the Gryffindor table, his spot was filled by Lavender who was talking with Hermione and Ron. Apparently the talk about Harry blurting out about Hermione and Ron fucking had stopped and the students were more focused on their own affairs. Harry mumbled to himself whom only earned him a scowl from Hermione, and walked over to sit beside Dean and Seamus.

“Sorry Harry, we’re saving this spot for Neville” Retorted Dean before Harry could even sit down.

“Oh alright.” He muttered.

Harry moved to the very head of the table, which was filled with first years and second years. Some slid away from him to make room, scared that he would jump them or something. Others turned their heads and spoke loudly about him.

Harry finally slumped himself down in a chair and angrily pulled a plateful of lamb chops over and dished himself a few. The room feel silent as McGonagall climbed to her feet, hand rose to the air.

“Excuse me students. If I could please have your attention for just a few minutes, I promise I will let you get back to your dinner.” Soft whispers filled the hall before the Headmistress began speaking again. “As we all know Christmas is only a few weeks away. Many of the students will be going home for the holidays, and many wish to remain at Hogwarts.” She briefly looked to Harry, who most every year stayed at Hogwarts for Christmas.

“This year however, for those who have already signed up, we will be holding a special event, to make the holidays a little more exciting. The competition will begin at the beginning of December, one week from today. If you have already decided to go home for the holidays, your relatives will be expecting you, and you are not permitted to stay behind.” The great hall filled with noise of students whispering back and forth about this exciting news.

“Uugh, why did I have to stay here this year!” Pansy shrieked.

The Headmistress turned and focused her glare on the girl. “However, if you do not wish to attend the event you do not have to, and you may spend your holidays relaxing.”

Pansy’s face turned slightly red. “Now, all those who wish to attend this event may sign up on the parchment outside my office. I will tell you now, it has been charmed so anyone that is not signed up to stay at Hogwarts, name will be erased.” With this the Headmistress settled back into her chair and the hall rang with speech again.

“Bloody hell! Why did I go home this year?!” Ron shouted, making himself clearly heard from the other end of the room. Hermione patted him on the shoulder, kissing his cheek and obviously calming him down. She must have been going home to the Burrow with Ron this year.

Slowly the noise settled as the students became too full to talk and unbuttoned their trousers, giving them extra room to breath. When the tables cleared of food, students climbed to their feet and made their ways through the hallways again, back to their common rooms or the library.

Harry was one of the last people to leave the Great Hall seeing he was at the very head of the table. Once he stepped out of the massive doors he was pulled aside, standing face to face with Draco.

“Holy shit, don’t scare me like that Draco!” Harry shouted.

“Shhh, be quite.” Draco peeked around the statue he had pulled Harry behind to make sure no one was listening. “Are you staying behind for the holidays?”

Harry nodded. “Just as I do every year. Well except last year, when I went with Ron, be he’s not talking to me.”

Draco looked confused. “And why is that? Aren’t you guys like best mates?”

Harry swallowed hard, remembering why he was mad at Ron in the first place. “Yeah, well he was… He was talking trash about your mother.”

Draco’s eyes widened. “And you…” Harry cut him off.

“Yeah, I got pissed off and then told the whole school about him fucking Hermione.” Draco burst out into laughter, accompanied by Harry.

Draco quickly put his finger over Harry’s lips and pushed him further against the statue… “Shh, I hear someone.” He whispered. Harry’s heart began to beat faster as Draco pushed his body against his, pinning him to the statue, his face mere inched from his own. Harry tried with all his might to keep his breathing low, so they weren’t caught.

Harry’s hand were lying against the side of the statue, however he could still feel the form of the blond boys body. His chest was flat and hard, stomach filled by rippling abs, obviously he was quite endowed as Harry could feel Draco’s length against his leg.

“I think their gone.” Draco rasped. Harry shook his head slightly and looked up into Draco’s ice blue eyes, his blond strands of hair falling slightly to cover his face.

“So, what did you want to tell me tonight?” Harry choked out.

Draco flicked his head sideways, moving his blonde stands from his face. “That will just have to wait.” Harry smiled nervously, still quivering as Draco’s body was pressed against his own.

Draco was whispering to Harry, but Harry couldn’t hear what was saying, all he was focused on was the blond boy’s lips, forming to every word. His chest pulsing as he took sweet lungful’s of air. Harry couldn’t help himself from growing hard. He had no control over his throbbing member that was now threatening to press against the other boy’s leg.

“So, what do you think Harry?” Draco asked.

Harry’s throat became extremely dry, Draco was asking him a question but he was to zoned out to even hear it.

“Yeah, I think that sounds great.” Harry said nervously. Draco smiled and pulled himself of Harry. “Great, I’ll see you tonight then… Don’t be late.”

Draco stuck his head out from around the statue, seeing the coast was clear and walked out, winking at Harry.

Harry’s heart was racing. He didn’t know what he just said yes to, it could have been anything. “Damn it!” He said to himself as he peeked around the corner seeing McGonagall now standing just outside the Great Hall doors speaking with Mrs. Trelawny.

Harry couldn’t help but listen to what they were saying.

“Yes. The ball will take place on the first of December for all the people who wish to attend in our event.” This was clearly McGonagall’s voice. Mrs. Trelawny spoke is a raspy tone.

“So what are the events going to be…?”

“Well, all four events will take place inside the castle. Many good places inside this place for the events, however I will speak more about it during the staff meeting.”

With this being said Mrs. Trelawny smiled and trudged off. McGonagall close on her heels heading to her office.

***

Harry returned to his common room several minutes later. To his surprise not many people were in there. Only a few first years were gathered around the fire working on what looked like potions homework.

Harry climbed the steps into his dorm to find Ron, Dean, Seamus and Neville all huddled around Ron’s bed laughing hysterically. Harry skeptically walked over. “What’s so funny guys?”

Dean turned from holding his sides with laughter, his smile fading and replaced with a scowl look. “Nothing that concerns you, Slytherin lover.”

Harry was taken aback… “Excuse me, Slytherin lover?!”

Ron snorted with laughter mocking Draco. “It’s cold out here, can we go in? Here Harry have a sweater.”

All three of the boys burst into laughter. Harry’s palms were sweating with anger. “Fuck you Ron! At least he doesn’t lie about fucking his best friend!”

Ron’s face reddened with anger. “Yeah, well fuck you too! At least I don’t blurt out your fucking secrets to the whole school!”

“Well maybe you deserved it, calling his dead mom a fucking bitch!”

Ron climbed to his feet moving closer to Harry. Dean, Seamus and Neville’s eyes all widened in shock. They had never seen the two boys fight like this. Harry’s face was turning red; Ron’s ears matched Harry’s face.

“His mom was a fucking bitch, along with his whole family!” Ron spat at Harry.

Harry couldn’t take it any more; he was pulsing with anger and swung his fist at Ron, connecting with the side of his head. Ron fell sideways and landed on his bed. Seamus jumped up in between the two boys who were now furiously swinging their fists and screaming at each other.

Finally Seamus pushed Harry back onto his own bed. “Fuck you two! Quit it! You’re best friends!” Ron scowled at Harry, holding his swollen face.

“This piece of shit isn’t my friend.”

Harry fingered Ron and spat at him. “This fucking little shit isn’t my friend either never will be.” Harry climbed to his feet and kicked his trunk, dust floating through the air. “Don’t ever bother talking to me again Ron, you’ve crossed the line.”

Ron was speechless. Even though he was pulsing with rage at Harry, he always thought they would get over their fights. He was having doubts this time; Harry was really upset with him.

Harry fingered Ron on his way bye and stormed out of the dorm, slamming the door with such force that he heard shrieks from the girl’s dorm. Harry was so pissed off right now he couldn’t see straight. Pulling his invisibility cloak from his book bag, Harry swung it overtop of himself and pushed open the common room door to the hallway.

***

Harry’s heart was still pumping vigorously as he paced down the long Gryffindor corridor. Slowly gathering his thoughts back again he began to calm down. As he moved along the corridor and down the stairs he looked at the large clock over head. It chimed 8:00.

Harry’s stomach flipped as he remembered he was supposed to meet Draco in the prefects’ bathroom on the third floor. Moving briskly down the steps from the fourth floor he found himself searching for the large picture of a clam with a pearl in its mouth.

Making sure he wasn’t caught by the care taker Mr. Flitch who walked by him once, his cat Mrs. Norris curling around his leg and meowing towards Harry’s direction.

“Shut up Norris, nothings there.” Mr. Flitch rasped.

Harry slowly made his way up and down each hallway until finally he found the large portrait. Pulling his wand from inside his robes he tapped the pearl inside the clam’s mouth. With a small click the portrait swung open a tad, admitting him entrance. Harry slipped his fingers between the crack and pulled the frame open, slipping inside and pulling it closed.

Dropping his cloak to the ground Harry stood up straight and looked around the room. Filled by golden faucets and silver basins, stools and benches covered the sides, walls filled with portraits. A large skylight window lets the moon light beam down onto the bath that was already filled with steamy water.

“Hello… Draco” Harry whispered.

Suddenly a tall figure broke the surface of the water, water beads dripping down his smooth chest and rippled abs, golden hair wet and pulled back against his head. Harry’s throat clogged as he stood looking and Draco Malfoy, in all his gorgeousness.

“Well, I see you decided to join me Potter.” Draco said with a smirk.

To Be Continued

[Ok, I\'m sorry I left you hanging but the next chapter is just to good to add with this one. I need you to stay excitd. Thank you for all who reviewed it really helps with writing and I encourage you all to please, whether its a suggestion or anything. Stay tuned the next chapter is hot! Sorry the update will take a little longer, I\'m working on a new story.]