Not Your Usual Love Story

DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything from the Potter canon. Any OCs are mine, as is the story portrayed herein. Anything copyrighted to the name of JK Rowling or and of her publishers have simply been borrowed. I make no money from this story or any of my others.

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Harry caught Draco’s fingers under the table and gave them a gentle squeeze. The excited talking around them drowned out their quiet conversation.

“You O.K? This must be so weird for you.” Harry had concern written clearly across his face as he looked at Draco.

“You joking? It’s fantastic. I think the hat’s right. It said my feelings towards a lot of things have changed, and I think that’s why it moved me. Maybe I’m a Gryffindor at heart now I don’t have Lucius pushing me to be the next slave to the Dark Lord.” He laughed softly, and Harry smiled.

“You really think so?”

“Definitely. I used to hide behind a mask a lot, and I think that was Lucius’ fault. He always told me what I needed to be. He’s not there pushing me to be what I don’t think I am anymore.”

“So, you think you can cope sharing a dorm with several long-term Gryffindors? We all work very hard and never cause any kind of havoc, you know.”

“Bullshit.” Draco looked up, and swiftly moved a few inches away from Harry. “Oh God, this could be interesting.” Snape was standing at his shoulder.

“Commiserations Mr. Malfoy.” Snape tried to stay serious, but the corners of his lips were twitching. It was clear he could see what was between the two, even if no-one else had realised yet. He had known Draco for so many years, and only lust could put that look in the blonde’s eyes. “Enjoy that walk all the way up to the tower for bed every night, and sharing a dormitory with Potter.”

As Snape walked away, Draco turned to Harry, realising something which hadn’t had the chance to cross his mind before Snape pointed it out.

“We’re going to be sharing a dormitory.” His hand brushed across Harry’s knee under the table.

“Oh my god…” Harry bit his lip, and received another tentative touch. “Sounds like fun.” Dumbledore’s voice cut into all the excited chatter in the Great Hall.

“And now, I give you all permission to leave dinner. The annual seventh year finals party will be held in the disused Charms classroom this evening at eight pm. Please be reminded Seventh year that although there is no direct supervision of this party, we will know if any of you are breaking rules, and this will most definitely not be overlooked.” There was a twinkle in Dumbledore’s eyes as he looked at Harry, Draco and Ron with a smile.

The Gryffindors stood as one and left the Great Hall. They were all talking nine to the dozen, especially Draco and his new dorm-mates. It was clear to everyone that their little rendezvous in the Leaky Cauldron the night before had broken a lot of ice for Harry and Draco, as well as smashing their previous boundaries into tiny pieces. The night they spent playing cards and then eating together allowed them to see that Draco really wasn’t as bad as they thought he was.

The next few hours flew by as the boys unpacked and began getting ready for the seventh year leaving party. It was an infamous occasion, the most talked about of the sixth year, and that which most seventh years actively tried to forget five minutes after waking up the next morning. It brought together a lot of unusual couples together due to the fact that everyone got incredibly drunk on fire-whiskey. No-one was ever sure where the copious quantities of alcohol came from, but everyone always suspected Dumbledore himself. Dumbledore knew everything, and he knew that they would have sneaked in alcohol themselves otherwise. He was just making their lives easier.

By the time Draco and Harry were ready to leave the dorm, the others had already gone. Harry caught Draco in a hug and whispered in his ear.

“I’m so happy about all this.”

His new boyfriend smiled and hugged him close. As he breathed gently into Harry’s ear, Draco ran his hands up and down Harry’s back. Harry shivered.

“Me too. I can’t imagine this situation being any better. What will this lot say when they find out?” Draco spoke quietly next to Harry’s ear, tickling his ear as he did so.

“Well we did say it would be just us for a while…” Harry was hesitant.

“I know. I just don’t know how long it’ll take them to figure out I’m sleeping in your bed.”

“You’re going to be sleeping in my bed?” Harry teased. “It’ll be easier for me to sneak into yours…” He dipped is hand into his trunk and pulled out his invisibility cloak.

Draco exploded.

“You bastard! How long have you… that’s how you’ve gotten away with so much… bastard! I bloody wanted one and Lucius always said no.” He pouted. “The snowballs? In third year, by the Shrieking Shack? That was you wasn\'t it? I had nightmares about that, you wanker!”

Harry burst out laughing.

“Nightmares? You? Bullshit!”

He bent his head to Draco’s and caught his lips in a mind blowing kiss. He punctuated the kiss with whispers of apology.

“I’m” kiss “sorry” kiss “for giving you” kiss “nightmares.” kiss “from now on” kiss “I’m going” kiss “to give you” kiss “nothing” kiss “but” kiss “wet dreams” He then pulled Draco close and they fell backwards onto the bed. Within moments Draco was straddling him.

“We’ve got to” kiss “go to the party” kiss “Draco.”

He pushed Draco off him, and caught hold of both his hands. “Come on, we’ll be late and people really will start to get suspicious.”

Draco pouted again.

“And stop bloody pouting all the time. It doesn’t help your cause in the slightest.”

“I like pouting. It gives me cheekbones.”

“You have beautiful cheekbones anyway you daft prick. As if I’d be with anyone without amazing cheekbones. God.”

Harry and Draco were beginning to experience the wonders of flirting with someone you’re with, someone you feel secure with. This was almost akin to their old banter, but a lot nicer. Before they had sent barbed comments and insults, but now they spent their time trying to out-gay each other. Only when no-one else was listening, though.

It took them some ten minutes to get to the dis-used charms classroom with help from the Marauders Map to deduce if they could stop in convenient alcoves and darkened corners and kiss on the way.

When they walked in, the whole room fell silent. Harry stood, resplendent in his new robes, a shimmering Slytherin green silk, black trousers and dragon hide boots. His hair, uncontrollable as ever, was loose and fell almost to his shoulders. Draco wore a new red robes, one of the sets he had bought the previous day, almost as if he’d known that his house was to change. His trousers and boots matched Harry’s, and his now just beyond shoulder length hair was tied back with a green ribbon.

People simply stood and stared. Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter had been rivals forever. Now they had entered a party together, dressed in each other’s signature colour. It was as if the world they knew had been flipped upside down. Further more, you could see from their air, as they stood side by side, that they were closer than just friends. Smugness radiated of them as they stood in the doorway, revelling in the shock factor.

“You’re late!” cried some Hufflepuffs, spoiling the moment. Remarkably quickly, the party went back to its previous state– raucous and drunk.

It took only a few minutes for Pansy and Blaise to approach the couple. Harry and Draco were sitting quietly in a corner, talking over a couple of fire-whiskeys.

“You two together?” asked Pansy, ever blunt.

“Maybe.” Draco couldn’t stop himself smiling.

“And you’re a Gryffindor now?” Blaise mused. Draco sensed animosity.

“Blood traitor” Pansy hissed. Draco blanched.

“Shit” whispered Draco. He knew the kind of evil dis-figuring charms Pansy put on people who upset her.

Harry took Draco’s hand, trying to pull him away from what he was terrified would turn into a dangerous situation.

“Ha!” Pansy snorted suddenly, façade falling away. “You gullible bastard!” She laughed out loud, and Blaise was bent double with mirth. “We’ve been your best friends for six and half years! Fuck blood and dark magic!” Draco heaved a sigh of relief.

Harry stood up, pulling Draco up beside him.

“In that case, Miss Parkinson, Pansy? And Zabini, Blaise? My name’s Harry Potter, I’m Draco’s… umm…boyfriend? It’s good to meet you both.”

The Slytherins both stuck out their hands, and Harry shook them both.

“Good to meet you too, Harry,” they said in unison.

“I hope we can get on a bit better this year,” Blaise said gently. “It is our last one, after all.”

“Maybe we can collaborate and cause a little trouble in this place? Call it some goodbye fun? They’ll never expect it from us,” Pansy suggested brightly.

“Brilliant idea,” Harry agreed.

The Slytherins walked away after this little exchange, and Draco sat down again, looking worn-out.

“What’s up Draco? You look miserable as sin.”

“I’m shattered. I got shit-all sleep last night thanks to someone walking out on me.” He scowled at Harry. “But let’s not talk about it. Another fire-whiskey?”


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A/N: So that was quite a short one, but what can I say? Lazy me…PLEASE REVIEW! It makes me write, and it makes me super-happy. Regular updates, but at no particular time cause I rock too much for a schedule!

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