You always Hate the One you Love
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Adult +
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8,075
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Detention and Blackmail
Author Note: I'm not writing as many of these considering a request by one of the reviewers. But I would like to take the time to thank them. I really appreciate you guys continuing to read!
Aisling: Your so cleaver, you're the only one who guessed the identity of the stalker. Very good! I give you a cookie!
Fefs: Yes, your right, I did write that Harry didn't want his first kiss with a boy to be with Malfoy. As I explained, (and it may completely be my fault for not clarifying, in fact, it probably is my fault) no one knew Harry was gay, what he was saying was that when he kissed Malfoy in public, everyone would know. Therefore I should have clarified better in saying, His first "coming out" kiss with Malfoy. Hope that makes things clearer for you!
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Harry made his way down to his detention with Snape, a mixture of worry and determination filling his mind. He knew he had to talk to Draco about what was going on with the Death Eaters, but he also knew what it was like to loose a father to this newly restarted war.
Harry entered the Potion's Auditorium (he couldn't help but smile at that, it sounded so... strange) and sat in one of the seats, being the first person there. He was staring into space when he felt something tap him on the shoulder, causing him to jump.
"Slightly jumpy aren't we Potter?" Draco's drawl came in a whisper causing his warm breath to linger on Harry's ear.
"Good God Malfoy, must you really sneak up on me like that?" Harry asked, leaning back unconsciously resting against Malfoy.
"Of course I do Potter, I am the only one who can scare the Boy-who-won't die." Harry could hear the smirk in Malfoy's voice, the humor in it as well.
"Well, I might just die if you keep scaring me like that. You might give me a heart attack Draco and then who would you kiss all day?" Harry asked, pouting in the way that Hermione said made him look like a rather adorable three year old.
"You know, I rather like it when you pout like that Potter, but I like it better when you're kissing me." Draco said before putting his lips onto Harry's, which responded instantly kissing back.
Harry was lost in the kiss and the familiar sensation of Draco's lips pressed so sweetly and softly against him own. He knew he shouldn't be liking this, heck he was simply using Malfoy, but kissing every now and again was good for a guys hormones, That was it, the fact he hadn't kissed anyone for awhile, he simply needed Malfoy's kisses as a hormone release.
"UHUM!" A loud, stern voice from the front of the room interrupted their kiss. Both boys turned and saw a very angry, and frustrated, looking professor standing in the front of the auditorium. "I thought boys, that was the reason you are hear in the first place, to prevent this kind of thing from happening. Your detention tonight is to lean under all the chairs for gum, candy wrappers and such. No magic and you will be using these muggle scrapers, hand over your wands now please."
Harry and Draco reluctantly turned over their wands and looked at the room around them where there had to at least 200 seats. They picked up their scrapers from Snape's other hand, and started to work on the front row of seats.
A moment or two later they heard Snape leave his classroom and began to whisper quietly to one another. Occasionally stealing a quick kiss (or in Draco's case a quick grope) and when talk turned to what would happen after school, Harry took a deep breath and prepared to do what he knew he had to do.
"What do you want to do when you graduate Harry?" Draco asked, and Harry smiled, Draco already knew he wanted to be an Auror; he was simply trying to make conversation.
"I'm planning on hopefully getting into Auror training, or working in the Department of Mysteries." Harry said, he had brought up the department on purpose, even though it wasn't a false statement.
"Why the Department of Mysteries, didn't you loose your Godfather..." Draco stopped, they hadn't talked about what had happened that night, and he wasn't so sure he wanted to.
"Well, yeah, but I mean... Maybe I could find a way to get him back from behind the veil. I... I don't think he really died, I think maybe his... his soul is stuck there and maybe..." He said this last part in a whisper, though he wasn't sure why. "I can get him back out and have my... my father back."
Draco looked at his boyfriend and suddenly felt a strong surge to comfort him, even more so then he had ever before in the relationship. He put his arms around him, dropping the scraper and taking him in his arms. Whispering soft words in his ear.
"You probably think I'm insane right? I mean you lost your Dad too, you knew him all your life I had only known Sirius for a year. I mean, I have no right out of the two of us to be upset." Harry said, burying his head into Draco's shoulder, hoping Draco would take the bait.
"Well, I never actually knew my father, very few people did and I wasn't one of the fortunate ones." Draco said coolly, Harry was slight taken back at this statement, but tried not to show it, "He was never exactly good to me, he never treated me fair or anything, always wanted me to be a Death Eater, never wanted me to be what I really wanted. This may surprise you Harry but I want to be an Auror as well, but Father wouldn't have it. I had to be a spy then, for the Dark Lord. When I proved to him I wasn't willing to follow that Maniac he cut me off. This was about the time my mother started drinking when I was about 11, my first year of Hogwarts. I know nothing about anything." Draco said and Harry couldn't help it, he let out a surprised yelp.
"You mean... your father... doesn't spoil you?" Harry asked, rather stupidly considering the conversation they had before.
"I told you before Harry, I was spoiled, but they thought spoiling me would cause me loyalty, thought they could buy me off into becoming a Death Eater. When it didn't work, they continued to spoil me; only Father would punish me for it. Curse me, beat me, and hand me over to other Death Eaters like a slut." Draco said, shuttering slightly. It was Harry's turn to wrap the broken blonde up in his arms and hold him close.
"The only thing I'm being told about is... well," Draco snuggled closer to Harry, whispering, "I overheard it over summer, Voldemort is planning on attacking Hogwarts and killing all the students, but you and the Slytherins of course. He wants the final battle to be here for some reason, but Father didn't mention why."
Harry held the boy close, and snuggled him, as one would hold their most prized position. He felt Draco's breathing slow, and the boy fell asleep against his chest.
Harry smiled and picked the blonde Slytherin up in his arms, laying him softly across a few of the seats, Harry continued their detention, while a very emotionally worn Slytherin slept almost till one in the morning.
What Harry couldn't have known was that Draco had spent almost all the night before crying, for reason unexplained to the rest of the Slytherins in his dorm.
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Harry woke up the next morning at almost 11. He was lucky it was a Saturday and he had time to sleep in. Since "dating" Draco he had kept up on most of his homework and wasn't spending all weekend working on it. So he often had time to practice spells and such for the DA, which had become an official club.
He yawned and stretched and noticed that Seamus was still sitting in the room, fully dressed and he looked highly amused by something.
"Morning Seamus," Harry said brightly, the thought of Draco's sleeping form still in his mind. The boy had looked like an angel, capable of no harm at all.
"Morning Harry, and how was detention last night?" Seamus asked casually, Harry nodded.
"Oh you know, not half bad considering it was with Snape and since we had some extra time, Malfoy and I got to scare him once again by sticking our tongues down one another's throats." Harry laughed, that part had been true. Harry had finished considering there wasn't actually that much trash, and had awaken Malfoy to enter a very heated make-out session with the boy.
"Oh, so between all that snogging did you find out everything you were supposed to?" Seamus asked, just as casual as if he were talking about the weather.
Harry turned and stared, "What the fuck are you talking about, Seamus?"
Aisling: Your so cleaver, you're the only one who guessed the identity of the stalker. Very good! I give you a cookie!
Fefs: Yes, your right, I did write that Harry didn't want his first kiss with a boy to be with Malfoy. As I explained, (and it may completely be my fault for not clarifying, in fact, it probably is my fault) no one knew Harry was gay, what he was saying was that when he kissed Malfoy in public, everyone would know. Therefore I should have clarified better in saying, His first "coming out" kiss with Malfoy. Hope that makes things clearer for you!
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Harry made his way down to his detention with Snape, a mixture of worry and determination filling his mind. He knew he had to talk to Draco about what was going on with the Death Eaters, but he also knew what it was like to loose a father to this newly restarted war.
Harry entered the Potion's Auditorium (he couldn't help but smile at that, it sounded so... strange) and sat in one of the seats, being the first person there. He was staring into space when he felt something tap him on the shoulder, causing him to jump.
"Slightly jumpy aren't we Potter?" Draco's drawl came in a whisper causing his warm breath to linger on Harry's ear.
"Good God Malfoy, must you really sneak up on me like that?" Harry asked, leaning back unconsciously resting against Malfoy.
"Of course I do Potter, I am the only one who can scare the Boy-who-won't die." Harry could hear the smirk in Malfoy's voice, the humor in it as well.
"Well, I might just die if you keep scaring me like that. You might give me a heart attack Draco and then who would you kiss all day?" Harry asked, pouting in the way that Hermione said made him look like a rather adorable three year old.
"You know, I rather like it when you pout like that Potter, but I like it better when you're kissing me." Draco said before putting his lips onto Harry's, which responded instantly kissing back.
Harry was lost in the kiss and the familiar sensation of Draco's lips pressed so sweetly and softly against him own. He knew he shouldn't be liking this, heck he was simply using Malfoy, but kissing every now and again was good for a guys hormones, That was it, the fact he hadn't kissed anyone for awhile, he simply needed Malfoy's kisses as a hormone release.
"UHUM!" A loud, stern voice from the front of the room interrupted their kiss. Both boys turned and saw a very angry, and frustrated, looking professor standing in the front of the auditorium. "I thought boys, that was the reason you are hear in the first place, to prevent this kind of thing from happening. Your detention tonight is to lean under all the chairs for gum, candy wrappers and such. No magic and you will be using these muggle scrapers, hand over your wands now please."
Harry and Draco reluctantly turned over their wands and looked at the room around them where there had to at least 200 seats. They picked up their scrapers from Snape's other hand, and started to work on the front row of seats.
A moment or two later they heard Snape leave his classroom and began to whisper quietly to one another. Occasionally stealing a quick kiss (or in Draco's case a quick grope) and when talk turned to what would happen after school, Harry took a deep breath and prepared to do what he knew he had to do.
"What do you want to do when you graduate Harry?" Draco asked, and Harry smiled, Draco already knew he wanted to be an Auror; he was simply trying to make conversation.
"I'm planning on hopefully getting into Auror training, or working in the Department of Mysteries." Harry said, he had brought up the department on purpose, even though it wasn't a false statement.
"Why the Department of Mysteries, didn't you loose your Godfather..." Draco stopped, they hadn't talked about what had happened that night, and he wasn't so sure he wanted to.
"Well, yeah, but I mean... Maybe I could find a way to get him back from behind the veil. I... I don't think he really died, I think maybe his... his soul is stuck there and maybe..." He said this last part in a whisper, though he wasn't sure why. "I can get him back out and have my... my father back."
Draco looked at his boyfriend and suddenly felt a strong surge to comfort him, even more so then he had ever before in the relationship. He put his arms around him, dropping the scraper and taking him in his arms. Whispering soft words in his ear.
"You probably think I'm insane right? I mean you lost your Dad too, you knew him all your life I had only known Sirius for a year. I mean, I have no right out of the two of us to be upset." Harry said, burying his head into Draco's shoulder, hoping Draco would take the bait.
"Well, I never actually knew my father, very few people did and I wasn't one of the fortunate ones." Draco said coolly, Harry was slight taken back at this statement, but tried not to show it, "He was never exactly good to me, he never treated me fair or anything, always wanted me to be a Death Eater, never wanted me to be what I really wanted. This may surprise you Harry but I want to be an Auror as well, but Father wouldn't have it. I had to be a spy then, for the Dark Lord. When I proved to him I wasn't willing to follow that Maniac he cut me off. This was about the time my mother started drinking when I was about 11, my first year of Hogwarts. I know nothing about anything." Draco said and Harry couldn't help it, he let out a surprised yelp.
"You mean... your father... doesn't spoil you?" Harry asked, rather stupidly considering the conversation they had before.
"I told you before Harry, I was spoiled, but they thought spoiling me would cause me loyalty, thought they could buy me off into becoming a Death Eater. When it didn't work, they continued to spoil me; only Father would punish me for it. Curse me, beat me, and hand me over to other Death Eaters like a slut." Draco said, shuttering slightly. It was Harry's turn to wrap the broken blonde up in his arms and hold him close.
"The only thing I'm being told about is... well," Draco snuggled closer to Harry, whispering, "I overheard it over summer, Voldemort is planning on attacking Hogwarts and killing all the students, but you and the Slytherins of course. He wants the final battle to be here for some reason, but Father didn't mention why."
Harry held the boy close, and snuggled him, as one would hold their most prized position. He felt Draco's breathing slow, and the boy fell asleep against his chest.
Harry smiled and picked the blonde Slytherin up in his arms, laying him softly across a few of the seats, Harry continued their detention, while a very emotionally worn Slytherin slept almost till one in the morning.
What Harry couldn't have known was that Draco had spent almost all the night before crying, for reason unexplained to the rest of the Slytherins in his dorm.
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Harry woke up the next morning at almost 11. He was lucky it was a Saturday and he had time to sleep in. Since "dating" Draco he had kept up on most of his homework and wasn't spending all weekend working on it. So he often had time to practice spells and such for the DA, which had become an official club.
He yawned and stretched and noticed that Seamus was still sitting in the room, fully dressed and he looked highly amused by something.
"Morning Seamus," Harry said brightly, the thought of Draco's sleeping form still in his mind. The boy had looked like an angel, capable of no harm at all.
"Morning Harry, and how was detention last night?" Seamus asked casually, Harry nodded.
"Oh you know, not half bad considering it was with Snape and since we had some extra time, Malfoy and I got to scare him once again by sticking our tongues down one another's throats." Harry laughed, that part had been true. Harry had finished considering there wasn't actually that much trash, and had awaken Malfoy to enter a very heated make-out session with the boy.
"Oh, so between all that snogging did you find out everything you were supposed to?" Seamus asked, just as casual as if he were talking about the weather.
Harry turned and stared, "What the fuck are you talking about, Seamus?"