Into the Closet

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A/N: Happy...uh...thursday... ^_^

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An hour later, Harry packed up his things and left the library, retreating to the dormitories. Upon entering, he saw that Hermione was no longer present in the common room.

Ron was still there, though. He was slumped down in an armchair and appeared to be sleeping.

Harry walked over and sat down in the adjacent chair. He sat for a few moments, staring intently at Ron, wondering how long it would take for him to notice and wake up. After five minutes, Harry gave up and prodded Ron in the stomach instead.

He awoke with a jerk and a squeak. "Harry, why did you do that?" he asked crossly, rubbing the spot where Harry had poked him.

Harry just smiled innocently, and Ron scowled. "Did you finish the essay?" he asked, and Ron's scowl darkened. "I take that as a no," he guessed.

Ron rolled his eyes. "Hermione got mad at me. Something about 'You shouldn't keep secrets from your girlfriend!'" Ron put on a high pitched voice in imitation of Hermione. Harry chuckled slightly, but Ron turned on him. "This is your fault, you know. If we could just tell her, none of this would happen."

Harry sighed laboriously. "Ron, we can't tell her."

"But why not?" Ron whined.

"It's not in the plan." Harry was getting tired of explaining himself.

"I thought it was," Ron said, confused.

Harry sighed again. "Technically, but we can't tell her."

Ron looked even more confused with this statement, but allowed it to drop off. "So, you never told me what the next step was."

Harry's morose mood was gone in a matter of seconds. "Well, if I say so myself, it went rather well."

"What went well?" Ron asked, becoming frustrated.

Harry snickered quietly at the thought of his plan. "Pansy knows," he said cryptically.

Ron's eyes widened as he stared at Harry in shock. "What?!" he exclaimed. "How?! Did you tell her?! Oh my God, what's gonna happen?!"

"Oh, I didn't tell her. I didn't tell a soul," Harry said, even more cryptically than before.

Ron eyed him nervously. "You okay, mate?"

Harry grinned maniacally at him. "I am great."

"Okay... But how does Pansy know!? Do you know what she's going to do, Harry?!" Ron looked imploringly at Harry.

Harry rolled his eyes. "Of course I know what she was going to do. It wouldn't be part of the plan if I didn't." Harry smiled sarcastically at Ron, and Ron raised a skeptical eyebrow.

"Okay, mate. As long as you know what you're doing."

Harry nodded happily, then turned and retreated to his room for a good night’s sleep.

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Pansy paced around her room, breathing heavily. After witnessing that horrid event, she was enraged. How could Draco choose that filthy little half-blood over her, the perfect, (not so) pure, pureblood?! What did he see in him?! He was short; well, not that short, and his messy hair… that was talked about as if it was his best feature; scrawny, although he had filled in quite a bit over the summer. He was a Gryffindor! That was unforgivable.

Pansy fumed in silence, pausing every now and then to break a small glass object. Soon, many shards of glass lay scattered around. She grabbed her wand and waved it violently, causing the shards to levitate rapidly off the floor and form themselves into a crystal goblet, which she promptly smashed against the door.

Potter fucking around with Draco Malfoy was simply NOT allowed. Draco was her beloved, only hers, and no one else's. Pansy growled audibly and smashed another glass object.

Fine, if Potter wanted Draco, he'd have to put up a fight, because Pansy was not one to back down. She sat down on her bed and proceeded to think over the situation. What would ruin this? What would be the best possible way to tear them apart? She was distracted from her ponderings by the slamming of a door.

She hurried to her own door and pushed it open slightly. She peered out and was confronted with the sight of a scowling Draco stalking past to his own room. She saw him pass and heard the tell-tale sounds of his door being slammed shut.

Pansy pulled her head back in her room and shut the door quietly. Draco hadn't looked happy. Perhaps there was something else to this Potter thing. Maybe he was under a curse. 'Please let be a curse.' Pansy pleaded silently.

Deep down, though, she knew it was no curse. 'Well, if it's not a curse, I must find a way to break them.' What would Draco fear the most? Exposure? Perhaps, or maybe something a little more... sneaky. Everyone always appreciates a devious plan.

Pansy sank down onto her bed as these thoughts ran through her head. She was not positive on her course of action yet, but she knew she had to act fast.

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Draco lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He had yet to comprehend what had happened in the library. He was not supposed to have done that. Potter was not supposed to affect him like that! This was all very wrong. He was angry with himself for not being able to get Potter out of his head.

'Damn Potter! Can't stay out of my thoughts! Why does he affect me like this?!' Draco sighed angrily. He was furious at his obvious lack of will power. From now on, he vowed to keep away from Potter at all costs. That was the only way to fix this.

Draco rolled over onto his stomach and stared out the window, where the moon was just visible above the dark mountains surrounding Hogwarts. He sighed as he watched the blue glow fill the room. He laid down his head and immediately fell into an uneasy sleep, complete with the ever recurring dream starring Harry Potter.

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The next morning, Harry, Ron, and Hermione went down to breakfast. They took their usual seats at the Gryffindor table. Harry glanced around quickly in search of Draco, but he was not present.

'Odd,' thought Harry. He pushed the thought out of his mind and pulled a plate of sausages toward himself. After a few minutes, he began to feel a slight prickling on the back of his neck. He lifted his head and turned to see Pansy glaring at him. He quirked a confused eyebrow in her direction, and she immediately ceased. Harry turned back to his food, trying to hide the small smirk that had found its way onto his face.

The doors to the Great Hall swung open and in came Draco. He looked haughty as ever. He gracefully took his seat at the Slytherin table, careful not to look at the Gryffindor table. Harry's eyes followed his movements, and he knew Pansy was doing the same.

Draco carefully ate his meal, reminding himself every few minutes that he should NOT be looking at the Gryffindors. It was becoming very difficult. After the third time his eyes strayed across the room and came to rest on the messy black hair of one Harry Potter, Draco shook his head in defeat and rose from the table. Pansy watched him through narrowed eyes, then turned her glare back to Harry.

Harry wasn't paying attention, though. He appeared to be extremely interested in what Hermione was saying.

"... And the house-elves are being forced to cook and clean for the wizards! It's barbaric, I tell you. Harry, we really need to get back into S.P.E.W. Are you paying attention?" Hermione waved a hand in front of his face. He immediately jerked backwards in shock. Hermione raised an eyebrow.

"Huh? Oh, I'm fine," Harry assured her. Hermione gave him a calculating glance before letting it drop. Harry rolled his eyes behind her back and smiled slightly.

Ron grinned at him and tried to suppress his laughter. Hermione turned to Ron, and he promptly stopped, then proceeded to look extremely guilty. Hermione eyed him carefully but didn't say anything. When she looked away, Ron sighed audibly.

Hermione looked between the pair of them, then grabbed her books and left for class.

Ron turned to Harry also. "That was close," he said. Harry shrugged. "Don't you care?" he asked incredulously.

Harry shrugged again, but this time, he was also smirking slightly. "I care," he said simply.

Ron rolled his eyes. "Sure you do. Come on, we better follow her."

Harry nodded, agreeing, and got up to follow Ron. They found Hermione heading towards the Potions dungeon. They caught up to her and walked in silence the rest of the way. At the door to the dungeons, they came upon Draco and Blaise. They were talking quietly together and broke apart upon seeing The Golden Trio.

"Potter," Draco drawled disdainfully.

"Malfoy," Harry said, semi-politely. Draco just sneered at him and turned back to Blaise. Just then, Snape threw open the doors and glared at them all imperiously as they filed into the room. Draco and Blaise took a seat near the back, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione took a place close-by.

They waited quietly as the rest of the class filed in. When everyone had assembled, Snape shut the door with a snap, throwing them into a state of semi-darkness. Only the torches on the wall gave any light throughout the room. The class all watched as Snape took his place at the front of the class. He sneered at them all in a condescending manner.

"You will be working in pairs again today. I will assign them," he told the class. Harry exchanged a hopeless glance with Ron. "Ron Weasley and Pansy Parkinson, Harry Potter and Blaise Zabini, Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger..." Snape continued naming pairs while Ron and Harry stared at him incredulously. When he was finished, Snape turned back to the class, and upon seeing them motionless in their seats, barked, "What are you waiting for? Get to work, now!"

Everyone scrambled off their seats and joined their aforementioned partners. Ron eyed Pansy nervously. She just sneered at him and continued to glare at the back of Harry's head. Harry sat down next to Blaise and gave him a small smile. Blaise’s smirk reminded Harry of a predator about to go in for the kill. Hermione sat down gingerly next to Draco. Draco eyed her in disgust. What the hell had gotten into Snape's head today?

Each pair began working on the potion. Hermione and Draco did not speak to each other, but managed to produce a very nice potion within minutes. Harry and Blaise were having no such luck.

"What are we supposed to put in this?" Harry asked, re-reading the instructions on the board.

"Uh... lacewings?" Blaise guessed. Harry gave him a withering look, and Blaise just shrugged good-naturedly. Harry laughed slightly, and behind him, Draco's eyes narrowed as he watched the two interact.

A few tables over, Pansy fumed silently. Ron gave her a questioning look, and she glared at him. Pansy stopped after a minute or two, though, and looked thoughtfully at the simmering cauldron. Ron busied himself by adding more ingredients.

"Ron?" Pansy asked suddenly. Ron was taken aback, mostly because she was talking to him, but also because she had used his first name.

"Yes?" he responded carefully.

"How well do you know, Pot-Harry?" she corrected herself.

Ron hesitated, sensing a trap. "Pretty well, why?"

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah..." Ron responded, unsure of what she was getting at.

"So you know everything about him?" she asked pressingly.

"I would say so," Ron said slowly. Pansy was quiet for a moment and Ron watched her cautiously. "Why? Is there something I should know?"

"So you don't know everything?" Pansy pressed.

"Well, I... there are probably things I don't know..." Ron trailed off.

Pansy nodded. "But you're best friends," she pushed, "Shouldn't you know everything?"

Ron gave her a confused look. "Well, there are things I just don't want to know about, if get my drift," he told her.

"No, I don't," she said innocently.

"What Harry does behind closed doors is his own business," Ron said with a significant look.

"Really?" Pansy asked interestedly. "So he's not seeing anyone right now?"

"No," Ron answered quickly, wondering where exactly she was going with this.

"He's not?" she clarified. Ron shook his head and returned his focus to the potion. Pansy sank back onto her stool, deep in thought. Ron allowed her to do this and was very thankful when the bell sounded, signaling the end of the lesson.

Ron hurried out the door and up the stairs. He was joined shortly by Harry, who gave him a confused look.

"Why'd you run out of there so fast?" he asked him.

Ron shuddered. "I think you better be careful, mate. We don't know what Pansy is capable of."

Harry nodded. "Yeah, I'll keep an eye out," he assured Ron.

Ron nodded and proceeded to the Gryffindor common room. Harry followed at a short distance, marveling at how well his plan was working. On his way up, he passed Draco talking to Blaise. Draco glared at him as he passed, but Harry paid no notice. After he'd gone by, Draco turned back to Blaise.

"What were you two laughing about in class?" Draco asked in a dangerous voice.

Blaise gave him a withering glance. "Nothing, Draco, we were just doing our work."

Draco scowled. "Looked like a little more than that," he muttered under his breath, but Blaise caught it all the same.

"Sounds like somebody's jealous."

Draco's eyes widened in shock and horror at the statement. "I am NOT jealous of Potter!" he exclaimed. Blaise shrugged very unconvincingly. "I could kill you for that, Blaise," Draco threatened.

"But you won't!" Blaise said happily.

Draco scowled at him. "No, I won't, but if you say that again, I may be inclined to."

Blaise smiled at him, and, together, they went back to their own common room. Draco spent the rest of the day trying desperately to ignore Harry's presence. Luckily for him, Slytherin was not paired with the Gryffindors for any more classes that day.

Draco went through the rest of his classes slowly. They seemed to take longer than usual. He also noticed Pansy watching him more than was normal. He gave her a questioning look whenever he would catch her at it.

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That night, the Gryffindors had a Quidditch practice. Harry thought it went rather well. Demelza, the Chaser, was having a few problems since breaking her arm, but other than that everything went smoothly. Unfortunately, Ron was still having confidence problems. It also happened to be raining that night, impairing their vision and soaking them to the bone. Not to mention the mud that splattered up every time the Quaffle was dropped.

All in all, it was a very messy practice. By the time they were done, each was sufficiently covered in water and mud.

"That's good, guys. I think we're done for tonight," Harry called to his team from his place on his Firebolt. He could almost hear their sighs of relief. The team reconvened on the pitch.

"Thank God we're done," Ginny said, wringing out her hair. The rest of the team turned and walked up to the castle to get cleaned up, leaving Ron and Harry alone on the pitch.

Ron turned to Harry. "I'm gonna stay out for a bit more, just to practice," he told Harry.

Harry nodded. "That's a good idea. Just one question, Ron.”

"What?" Ron asked, shaking water from his head.

Harry shielded his face from the cascading water droplets. "How good of an actor are you?"

Ron stopped shaking his head. "What?"

"How is your acting?" Harry repeated.

Ron gave him a confused look. "It's okay, I guess, why?"

Harry shook his head in response and took off toward the castle. Ron shrugged and took flight on his broom once more.

Harry walked slowly back to the Castle. Instead of going to the common room, he made for the Prefects' bathroom. Since he was Quidditch captain, it gave him privileges of the Prefects' bathroom. He dragged himself up to the bathroom, gave the password, and entered.

There was no one there, so Harry went around the large bathtub and tested a few of the taps, one of his favorite activities. Once he had the tub filled to the brim with hot bubbly water, he slipped off his clothes and slid into it, the blue bubbles obscuring most of his private areas.

He took in a deep breath and let it out slowly, enjoying the peace and quiet of the room. He rested his head on the edge of the tub and closed his eyes. He lay there for awhile, soaking in the atmosphere. He only opened his eyes when he heard a noise nearby. He reluctantly pulled his eyes open and was faced with a very angry Draco Malfoy.

"Potter!" he exclaimed. Would he never get away from him?!

"Oh, Malfoy," Harry said in disgust. "Are you always following me like this? It is some perversion you have?" he drawled, drawing a hand across the top of the bubbles, moving them around the surface, exposing certain parts of the body underneath.

Draco's gaze was drawn to the lazy hand. It was several seconds before he realized Harry had spoken. He shook himself out of his reverie and scowled. Harry smirked to himself.

"What? I'm not stalking you, Potter," Draco drawled maliciously. Harry laughed derisively and Draco's scowl darkened.

"What do you call this, then?" Harry asked innocently.

"A nightmare," Draco muttered to himself.

"Doesn't look like a nightmare," Harry said slyly, indicating Draco's half-hard cock. "Care to join me?" he offered.

Draco raised a skeptical eyebrow. "I don't think so, Potter," he drawled. He was standing close to the edge already. Harry swam over to where he was standing, hands on his hips, glaring down at Harry.

"I do," said Harry simply, and tugged Draco's leg, causing it to give out and him to fall into the tub.

Draco burst through the surface, spluttering. "What the fuck was that?!" he exclaimed adamantly. "Now I'm all wet, Potter!"

"We'll just have to get you out of those clothes then, won't we?" Harry said mischievously.

Draco stared at Harry in astonishment as he moved closer. He moved backwards, but found himself up against the wall of the tub with Harry pressed firmly against him.

He groaned as he felt Harry's very hard erection pressing into his thigh. He gasped when he felt a pair of hot, moist lips on his neck. He whimpered slightly as Harry's mouth and tongue left a trail of hot kisses down his neck.

He felt Harry's hands struggling to remove his wet tee-shirt. He pushed Harry away and quickly stripped off the shirt, throwing it on the floor. He looked at Harry for a second before crashing their lips together.

Harry moaned loudly as Draco's tongue plundered his mouth, his own tongue meeting Draco's.

Harry moaned louder when Draco's hands found their way to Harry's sides under the hot water. Draco enjoyed the way his hands slid over Harry's skin underwater. Draco pulled Harry closer, grinding their erections together.

The kiss was ongoing, and Draco sucked carefully on Harry's lower lip. He nipped it slightly before letting it go.

Harry groaned quietly and deepened the kiss further. He slid his hands underwater to undo Draco's now soaking pants. Draco took advantage of his lapse in concentration to reverse their positions.

Harry didn't seem to mind. He finally managed to get Draco's pants down. Draco kicked them off underwater and they sank to the bottom of the tub.

Draco's hands were in Harry's dark, messy, wet hair. He loved the feel of it against his hands.

Harry groaned loudly into the kiss, and Draco pushed himself closer. He felt Harry's hands pushing down his boxers underwater. Draco smirked slightly. He licked his lips, enjoying the way Harry's eyes followed his tongue's progress.

Once his boxers were off, Draco kissed his way down Harry's neck, leaving tiny bite marks. He used the water as a lubricant and slid a finger inside Harry’s entrance. Harry stilled at the first intrusion, then relaxed into it. Draco paused to watch Harry panting with his eyes closed. He shook himself out of it, though, and slid in a second finger.

Harry was panting laboriously by now. "Please, Draco," he whimpered.

Draco smirked at his control and removed his fingers, only to replace them with his erect cock. Draco heard Harry’s sharp gasp as he pushed into him. The feeling of Harry surrounding his cock, along with the warm water, was almost too much.

"Come on, Draco," Harry panted.

Draco began to move slowly at first, but then increased the speed of his thrusts.

Harry cried out when Draco brushed his prostate. “Fuck, Draco! Don’t stop!”

"Harry!" came a voice from somewhere to his left. Harry opened his eyes and saw Ron standing in the doorway to the bathroom. He was covered in some sort of purple goo. Harry, still panting, cocked his head to the side.

"I can't believe you! And with him!" Ron cried. Draco rolled his eyes at Ron, who scowled darkly. "That is disgusting, Harry! I cannot believe you would do that!"

Then Ron turned and stormed from the room. Harry watched him go with a worried look on his face. He tried to dislodge himself from Draco's grasp, but Draco held him firmly.

"Let go, Malfoy. I have to go do damage control."

Draco growled audibly. "No fucking way, Potter. You leave me unfulfilled in EVERY dream. No way you are doing that in reality.”

"Wha--?" Harry started to say, but his sentence was cut off as Draco thrust violently into him. Harry cried out in surprise and shock as Draco pounded into him, sliding his cock out and pushing back in, slamming into the receptive body.

Draco could feel Harry's muscles clenching around his cock, a definite sign that he was close. Sure enough, he came forcefully minutes later, screaming loudly, the sound echoing off the bathroom walls.

Draco wasn't far behind, letting loose his orgasm inside Harry and filling the raven-haired boy with his seed.

He grabbed onto the pool ledge behind Harry as he came down from his high, trying to keep his balance as his breathing evened out. Harry shifted slightly under him, and Draco slowly slid himself out of Harry’s body.

Draco then lifted himself out of the pool and grabbed a towel. He turned to Harry just before leaving.

"You better make sure the Weasel keeps his mouth shut," he threatened dangerously. Harry swallowed and nodded. Draco eyed him momentarily before leaving.

Outside the bathroom, Draco walked off down the hall, looking as mad as ever. Pansy, cleverly concealed behind the statue, watched him go and congratulated herself on a scheme well done. The Weasel had looked mad enough to kill when he'd left minutes earlier. She was sure the Golden Boy wouldn't want his best friend mad at him, and he would just have to be angry for what he'd seen. Pansy smirked to herself, 'Oh, yes. A scheme well done.'

Back inside the bathroom, Harry lay back in the warm water, staring at the ceiling, smirking to himself.

"Bravo, Ron."


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A/N: I suppose you're wondering why I updated a day early. Well, as tomorrow is veterans day and there's no school, I'm leaving for the weekend and I won't have internet access where I'm going.
I figured you would all like it much better if I updated earlier rather than later ^_^ Next week we should be back on track tho, see you on friday!

And a few happy reviews would be a very nice return gift! ^_^