Hate Transforms

(continues from previous chapter... still Draco’s POV)


Draco was exhausted. He would die a happy man if he never saw another girl come out of a dressing room and twirl in the dress she was trying on. But after Pansy doing it over thirty times he pitied the next girl who did that little ballerina move in his presence.

Pansy had finally exhausted the stock of designer dresses in all the stores of Hogsmeade, and was currently ringing up her last sizable purchase. The other boys had abandoned them after the third shop. He tried to make his escape but Pansy grabbed his wrist in an iron grip, saying he was the only one reliable to give her good fashion advice.

When Pansy finished paying she pirouetted with he many bags. As they left the bell on the door rang. He was glad when she agreed to head back to the castle. The shopping torture had given him time to regain his composure and allow his spirits to lift. Nothing helped his mood like feeling superior over another person. Right now he had had a good dose of that from Pansy. He had watched her pathetic attempts to catch his eye with the tacky dresses or leaving the changing room curtain half open. It made him want to laugh.

To cold air greeting him outside was refreshing after hours in stuffy shops. The sun was lowering in the sky casting everything into high relief. They barely made it to the path back to the castle when Pansy began babbling.

“So what do you think about the red dress I just got?” she asked, as if he cared.

“It was fine,” he wished she would shut up. Sometimes he wondered why he tolerated her at all. She was helpful at times, even insightful, but overall she was a ditz.

“Fine! I thought it was divine. It’s perfect for a night out on the town.”

Merlin he hoped she wasn’t so desperate as to fish for an invitation out.

“Sure, whatever Pans.”

She rolled her eyes and continued. He just nodded or added a ‘sure’, ‘I agree’, or ‘that’s preposterous’ as necessary.

Behind them Draco could just hear people arguing, it sounded like two girls. The disagreement was hushed and spoken at a fast clip. It sounded like they were several paces back.

Then there was a scream.

Draco immediately turned around, wand out. He was not prepared for what he saw. A female figure was floating above the ground and was in obvious pain. Below her another girl was screaming for help. He knew they were Gryffindors by the red and gold scarves they were wearing. Suddenly realization hit Draco like a freight train. The girl floating above was Katie Bell. Oh no, this was not good.

His suspicion was confirmed as he looked at the other girl’s feet. A brown package lay at her feet, and it had a small rip in the paper. During their fight she must have tried to grab the package from Katie and the necklace was exposed. This was not good at all.

Everything got worse as none other than the Golden Boy himself ran up with his lackeys. This was definitely time for him to leave. He wanted to get as far from this horrific scene as possible.

Pale and shaky, Draco turned quickly from the group of people gathering around. Pansy was still next to him, and he just realized she was talking.
“What do you think happened to that Muggle-lover?” she asked unperturbed by the obvious pain and injury the girl was sustaining just meters behind them.

“Looked like a curse,” he said lamely. His voice was nearly shot, but luckily shock left him numb.

“A pretty serious curse. Good ridden, one less bloody Gryffindor to deal with,” she said positively, and looked over to Draco for affirmation.

All he could muster was, “Right.”

Upon entering the castle, after passing Filch and his dark detectors, Pansy headed to go to the dungeons. He couldn’t bare going down there, listening to all of his peers gossiping about what just transpired. He especially didn’t want to hear about how glad they all were or how she deserved being in such a state.

“I’m going to head up to the library and get some studying done,” he told her and headed off before she could debate.

He was still numb from seeing what the necklace was capable of from just one small touch. Before he knew it he was entering the silent and, gratefully, deserted library. He took a seat at a table in a far corner that was out of sight from the door.

Sitting in the quiet room allowed for the events to absorb and soon he felt the now familiar tightening in his chest, which progressed to hyperventilation.

Guilt drove this panic, more than fear or resentment. He had put innocent people in harms way and now a girl he actually knew was severely injured, or dead. Never in his life would he forgive himself.

“What have I done?” he whispered in horror.

He wasn’t sure how long he sat there in a state of shock and contemplation. Time seemed to have lost all meaning. The only thing that brought him out of his reverie was when he heard other students enter the library. They sounded as if they were heading his way. He was still in no shape to be near other students so he headed down a row of books and weaved down random aisles.

Fate was cruel as Draco stopped, realizing he was in the aisle where he and Potter had their encounter. He could still remember the feeling of Potter’s warm hard body pressed into to his. He could hear the hoarse whispers escaping his lips. The cruelty that underlined his lust was gone now. He somehow appreciated the comforting nature of the kisses and touches now. He no longer begrudged them.

Restlessness drove him out of the library. Guilt was still the most prevalent feeling and he debated how to resolve his emotions. He wanted to find out if she was going to recover. Knowing she would be all right would help relieve his conscience. However, he didn’t want to approach a professor. Professor Snape was out because Draco would look weak, since Snape knew of his task. Any other would be suspicious of why he would want to know. The only other option was a student, and it would have to be someone in her House that knew her. There really only was one option.

The thought of approaching the dark haired boy sent butterflies into Draco’s stomach, which was preposterous. Not to over think his wayward emotions, he began to plan how and where he would talk to Potter. Walking down a corridor he passed a window and realized it was dark out. He had missed dinner, and hadn’t known.

The options were narrowing, especially since he had no idea where the Gryffindor common room was. He only hoped that perhaps Potter was his usual saint-self and was in the Hospital Wing with Katie Bell. The idea of actually seeing her added a fresh wave of panic that he quickly stifled. He didn’t have to go in, he could just get Potter to come out. He cringed at how pathetic he was acting.

Quickly he reached the corridor that ended in the stairs leading up to the Hospital Wing. As he rounded the corner he saw a figure reach the bottom of the stairs up ahead. Apparently luck was with him, or perhaps against him depending on how the conversation was about to go. Harry Potter had just left the Hospital Wing and was heading towards him. His head was down and he looked exhausted. His dark hair was more mussed than normal and he was rubbing his eyes behind his glasses, preventing him from seeing Draco.

In this quiet moment Draco looked over Harry’s obviously tired form, shoulders slumped, rings under his eyes, and disheveled clothes. He ached knowing he had brought another person misery, especially him. Stupid Potter was so loyal to his friends, always caring more than everyone else. He wondered how that would apply to a relationship. Before the thought could really go anywhere Potter looked up and brilliant green eyes narrowed on Draco’s pale face.

“What are you doing here?” Harry asked warily.

“How is she?” he asked, ignoring the obvious distrust.

Harry raised a dark eyebrow in disbelief, “Who?”

“Oh please Potter, who else?” he snapped, and then took a deep breath. The point of this talk was not to antagonize him. “Katie Bell. I saw what happened-”

Harry cut him off, “I know.”
“Know what?”
“That you saw what happened. I saw you watching, then walk away,” he stated factually, as if he was trying hard to keep emotion out of his voice.
The hurt that was absent from his voice was present in his eyes. Draco wasn’t sure if he looked at him like that because he wished he had helped, or he knew he was involved somehow.

“So, how is she?” he asked again, trying to ascertain a real answer.

“They don’t know,” Harry paused, “she was just taken to St. Mungo’s so she could get more intensive treatment.”

Draco could feel the color drain from his face. Looking at the ground, he asked in a voice he didn’t recognize as his own, “Will she live?”

Shock and hurt flashed over Harry’s face again. “Is that really why you’re here?”

Draco wasn’t sure where that question came from. Not until he met the other boy’s eyes. The emerald eyes were intently reading every movement he made, with something other than suspicion.

Draco could feel his shoulders slump in defeat. The stress had worn him thin and he could no longer hold up the harsh mask that was always in place. The weariness must have shown on his face and in his stance because the concern in Harry’s eyes increased, and he took a step forward.

“I had to know she was still alive,” he whispered half to himself. “I just couldn’t-”
He stopped, unable to finish his thought. There were no words to describe how wretched he felt. Harry nodded.

“But you barely know her,” he stated almost as a question.

“I know.”

“I thought you were here because of-well-”

“I’m sorry.” He wasn’t sure what exactly he was apologizing for but he felt it was necessary.

Harry slowly stepped closer, one foot at a time, until they were just a foot apart. Draco could feel the warmth of Harry’s presence near him. He could smell pine, the scent he now associated with Potter, as if a piece of the outdoors trailed him throughout the castle.

“Who are you apologizing to?” Harry queried.

The two just looked into each other’s eyes trying to determine the motivations and desires of the other. So much bad blood fogged their sight it was hard for them to decipher what was real from what was deceit. Draco was first to look away.

Before he could make excuses to leave he felt a gentle hand brush his and take a loose hold of his wrist. A thumb was rubbing small circles over his pulse. When he looked up Harry’s lips were presently brushing against his. The soft velvet touch made him want to weep. Harry took the initiative and cautiously breached Draco’s lips with his tongue. The kiss continued into a tentative and gentle exploration. No inch of his mouth went unexplored.

Draco sighed as he felt a warm hand cradle his face. In return he wrapped a long arm around Harry’s waist. Considering what had already happened between the two, this was the first real kiss they had shared. He wanted more, he wanted everything there was to have and wanted to give anything he could give. He knew this was too soon, and he had to be patient. But he would wait.

The kissing progressed to heavy breathing and hips grinding. Harry gasped, to Draco’s never dying amusement, when their erections first brushed together. The spike in sensation seemed to bring some higher brain function back to Harry. He paused and looked side to side, obviously noticing how the two of them were snogging in the middle of a corridor after curfew.

“Do you want to go somewhere more private?” Harry asked, his question laden with doubt.

“What did you have in mind, Potter?” he replied in a husky voice he didn’t recognize.

“I have an idea,” he said with a glint of mischief in his eyes that made Draco’s cock press harder against his fly. He hoped to see that look again in a very different setting.

Harry grabbed his hand and led him in silence up several flights of stairs. He knew where they were headed once they stopped on the seventh floor. His suspicions were confirmed when Harry paced in front of Barnabas the Barmy and a door appeared in the hall that wasn’t there before. His heart raced as Harry opened the door. Draco had not been in this room or thought about it since the previous year, when he used it to get a list of the members of Dumbledore’s Army. However, now was not the time to think of the past. He had to remain in the now, not the yesterday and, definitely, not the tomorrow.

Inside the grey stone room was a large fireplace set in the left wall, already aflame, with an overstuffed couch in front and wing backed chairs on either side. A king size canopy bed was against the opposite wall.

Still being led, Harry looked back at Draco with a meek smile and a persistent blush. The tension seemed to leech out of Draco and was replaced by excitement as he looked into the bright emerald orbs that were both nervous and eager. Draco was led to the large sofa in front of the crackling fire. The light flickered over everything in the room, illuminating Harry’s skin in golden light.

As they sat down nerves evidently got the better of Potter, he stiffened slightly and fidgeted with the hem of his shirt. Draco liked being in the driver’s seat and didn’t mind taking the lead. He pivoted on the couch to face the other boy and loved the brilliant blush that only seemed to get brighter. He wanted to smile, but didn’t want to accidentally insult Harry.

Instead he put a hand on Harry’s bouncing knee, stilling it. Then he leaned in to continue the exploration that had begun in the hall downstairs. This time Draco was encouraging Potter to loosen and enjoy the kiss. His tongue gently caressed lips, tongue, and before he knew it he tasted Harry’s jaw line. Small kisses and nips were littered along the strong angular jaw. As he reached the juncture of Harry’s jaw just below the ear he licked in circles, and was rewarded by a deep moan.

Against this delicious spot he whispered, “Tell me if things go too fast, I’ll stop anytime you want.”

He felt Harry nod, then continued working his way to the neck that had been teasing him for weeks. He never thought someone’s neck could be so tempting, but all he wanted to do was bite and lick every inch of the flesh there. He relished the pink spots already forming from his nips.

Harry obviously was enjoying what Draco was doing. With every bite he gasped and grabbed onto Draco harder. He fisted the blonde’s platinum hair, pulling him into the crook of his neck and pulling Draco on top of him. The other hand held onto whatever parts of Draco’s body it could get a hold on. By the time Draco tugged at the bottom of Harry’s sweater they both were panting loudly. Draco had never been this aroused and still had all his clothes on.

Harry lifted off the back of the couch to allow Draco to pull the baggy red sweater over his head. Underneath the sweater were tight muscles and smooth skin. The only hair on his torso was the dark line leading from his belly button down below the waistband to where Draco was headed next. First though he ran a feather light hand down Harry’s chest and followed that happy trail to where it disappeared. In his fingers’ wake goose bumps appeared and Harry shivered.

Then he covered one pink nipple with his mouth. He licked and sucked until it pebbled in his mouth. He kissed his way over to the other and repeated the same tactics. Harry gyrated underneath him. Before he moved on he sucked the nipple into his mouth and bit down lightly. Harry sucked in a sharp breath and bucked his hips into Draco’s.

Draco was drunk in the touches and sounds around him. Harry’s deep moans and erotic growls were driving him nuts. He needed to taste him, have him in his mouth. He needed to heal by healing. Everything that troubled him was being washed away at this moment, temporarily removed by the wave of pleasure being given to the brunette beneath him.

Without another moments hesitation he pulled Harry’s belt free of his pants and quickly undid the button and zipper. He paused before pulling the pants clean off and waited for any objections. When none came he pulled the pants and boxers down in one fell swoop.

Revealed was an impressive length. Harry’s cock was fully erect and bobbed as the cloth was removed. It lay against his stomach begging to be teased and licked.

Harry looked down at him with doubt clouding his features. Draco wanted him to feel comfortable, but couldn’t blame him for having insecurities. He felt as if words would seem empty, so he decided action would be best. He removed his own shirt and pants. Now he stood before Harry completely naked, his own erection standing straight out from his body.

Draco knew he made the right move when Harry’s eyes latched onto his arousal, confirming that they both wanted the other. Lust quickly replaced doubt.

Draco sank onto his knees in between Harry’s legs. He rubbed his hands up and down Harry’s thighs. Then his right hand swept forward and took hold of Harry’s thick cock. He leaned forward and took the head into his mouth. Harry gasped and dropped his head back against the couch. Draco’s tongue tingled with the first taste of precum seeping out of the cock in his mouth.

He started slow. Leisurely licking around the head, then down the shaft, not wanting to overwhelm the poor Gryffindor at his mercy.

“Please, more Draco,” groaned Harry.

The sound of his given name coming from Potter, in that husky plead was more than he could ask for. He willingly obliged.

He took Harry’s head into his mouth and sucked, eliciting a loud curse. Then engulfed every inch of Harry’s cock into his warm wet mouth. He pulled up so that his lips rested on the head then took the entire length in his mouth in one stroke.

Harry screamed in earnest, “Oh, fuck!”

Draco then found a steady rhythm of in and out. The blush Draco found irresistible had crept from Harry’s face down to his neck, and now spread onto his chest, driving hid motivation.

He felt Harry’s fingers intertwine in his hair, not to push on his head but to feel his head bob up and down. Draco could see from his vantage point that Potter’s eyes were screwed shut and his face was contorted in beautiful ecstasy.

“Oh- fuck- Draco, I’m gonna-” Harry’s voice cut out as he yelled his completion.

A second later Draco could feel Harry’s cock swell in his mouth. He took the full length in, until his nose was pressed in dark soft curls. This pushed Harry over the edge, and he could feel hot spurt his the back of his throat. He swallowed eagerly and licked Harry clean before removing his mouth.

When he finally lifted his head he met the gaze of a very satisfied yet determined Harry Potter. Before he could get up he was tackled onto his back in front of the fire. Harry wasted no time, and immediately began ravishing Draco’s mouth. When he tasted himself on Draco’s tongue he growled his approval.

Draco was lost again, in touches and sounds. This time Harry was teasing and biting his nipples and he gasped in surprise. Harry was twirling his tongue around his nipple causing Draco’s eyes to roll back. His back was lifting off the floor and arched up when Harry palmed his straining cock. He was so aroused it neared pain.

As if sensing his needs Harry slid down Draco’s body with approving stares. He settled between Draco’s muscular thighs. He took hold of Draco’s cock and pumped. He watched his hand go up and down over the velvet skin as if mesmerized by his own boldness.

“Fuck that feels amazing,” Draco grunted in encouragement.

Draco tried to smile but could as Harry licked the tip of his head, instead he hissed. Harry took that as further encouragement. He licked again, over the head, then mimicked Draco’s movements by licking down the shaft.

Draco was so close. He had been dreaming of this moment for longer than he would ever admit, even to himself.

When Harry took his head in his mouth and began genuinely sucking his cock in and out of that searing mouth Draco thought he was going to come right then.

Harry then pumped Draco faster and he sucked the head of Draco’s cock harder. The intense sensations were building the familiar electric tingle in his spine. Harry had him on the brink, but just sucking the head was enough to bring him to the edge but not enough to push him over.

Draco thrust up slightly in desperation. Taking the hint Harry began to take more in with every descent. When the last inch of Draco’s cock entered Harry’s inviting mouth he was in heaven. He left his body for a moment, looking down at himself from a distance in a detached numb bliss. Then he crashed back in to his body, back arching and screaming Harry’s name.

“Fuck, Harry, I’m gonna come. Harry, oh shit-”

His vision blurred and he could feel his cock buck up and down against Harry’s tongue as he emptied his seed inside the brunette’s mouth. Harry swallowed every drop Draco had in him. When he released Draco’s cock with a soft pop he licked his lips. It was the most erotic thing Draco had ever witnessed.

Harry crawled up Draco’s prone body and plopped next to him on to carpeted floor. Conveniently a blanket was folded in front of the fire, and was warmed by the flames. Draco pulled it over the two of them.

Draco was in a state of bliss. A weight had been lifted, though he was sure it was temporary, he was relieved. Suddenly he smiled, the first genuine smile for months. Harry was looking over at him with a similar expression. Then they kissed, a warm soft lingering kiss.

Then for no reason he could see he began to laugh. This was not his malicious laugh; this was laughter of sheer joy. Harry’s smile didn’t falter though he was thoroughly lost.

“Sorry, I just can’t remember the last time I felt this content,” he admitted, still smiling.

“Me neither,” Harry agreed.

Harry was the first to doze off. Draco remained awake gazing upon the boy who he used to despise like no other. Now he couldn’t stop touching him. He brushed the hair out of his face, traced lines down his arms and chest. Before he fell asleep he spent a long time tracing a finger over the lightning scar on Harry’s forehead.

He had never seen it this close before. This scar, the most famous marking in the Wizarding World, was the mark of divide between Draco and Harry’s world. Still with blissful detachment he wondered what their two destinies had in store for them, and whether they would end up bringing them closer together in the end or splitting them apart. Then he fell asleep.

A/N: here is a super long chapter! it is making up for my busy life (apt hunting... which is nearly done)
Keep reviewing! thanks to everyone who has read and/or reviewed. Keep giving plot advice it keeps the creative gears lubricated :)