Nothing is what it seems

Author’s Note:
Thanks for all the reviews so far. Basically, the reason I wasn’t sure about the last scene because on reading it through, it seemed like not much happened. But maybe I’m just being picky…

Slash scene

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By Saturday, two days before term was due to start, Harry’s homework situation was becoming desperate. He had not even started the large mountain of work that he had to do - mainly because he had been so preoccupied with his former enemy. He left the common room in the early evening, figuring he could get some work done in the library.

When he entered the library, he began to shiver. It was very cold in the room, probably because of it’s lack of use over the festive period. He sat down at a table near the fireplace and spread his books and parchment across it. He positioned himself so that he had easy access to all of his materials and began to think of how to answer his transfiguration essay. It was not long before his mind began to wander and he started to daydream. He wondered what Draco was doing. It had been such a tender moment when Harry had told him he wanted to call him Draco. He could still picture the way the other boy had looked. Harry could only describe it as pure intensity. His eyes had displayed emotions of longing and passion, something Harry had never seen in the other boy’s face before.

He closed his eyes and began to replay the kiss in his head. He could almost feel the way Draco had run his fingers across his face and through his hair. Hear the way that he had moaned against his lips. Smell his fresh, natural scent. Draco’s scent had surprised Harry - he had always expected him to smell ‘expensive’, doused in some kind of exclusive cologne. But instead, he had just smelt clean. Harry smiled at this stereotype.

He was not sure how long he sat there absorbed in his thoughts of Draco, but he was suddenly awakened from his daydream.

“So, this is where you’ve been hiding.”

Harry’s eyes shot open and he gasped, reacting before his brain had had an opportunity to register the voice. Upon seeing Draco, he let out his breath that he had taken in and relaxed. Draco smirked.

“Were you looking for me?” Harry asked.

“No.” Draco replied rather harshly.

Harry was rather taken back by the tone of his voice. “What’s wrong, Draco?”

Draco looked unnerved. His previous confidence was obviously diminishing. “I’ve been thinking. What we’ve been doing is…wrong. It needs to stop. Now.”

Harry felt as if he had been punched. “What?” Was the only sense of speech he could muster.

“Everyone else comes back to school tomorrow. I was upset…confused. You took advantage of me.” He stated.

Harry was shocked. How could he even suggest he had taken advantage of him? He looked at the boy standing in front of him. He had regained his poise and cool nature that he had possessed before his mother had died. He no longer looked fragile and weak as he had done over the last few days. But however much Draco tried to deny his actions over the past few days, Harry knew that a sensitive, caring person lurked under this indifferent mask.

“This isn’t you.” Harry said.

“Yes it is.” Draco replied monotonously.

“No.”

“You don’t even know me.”

“Oh, but I do.” And with this, Harry screwed his all of his courage together and kissed Draco, in a last attempt to win him over. At first, the other boy did not react. He seemed to be trying very hard not to respond to the kiss. However, Harry was determined not to give up until he was pushed away. He placed one hand on Draco’s cheek and the other one on his back and pulled him towards him. It seemed to be Harry’s touch and the way he was holding him that caused Draco to give in.

The two boys stood next to the table where Harry had been trying to do some homework, kissing each other passionately. Draco had wrapped his arms round Harry’s neck and stroked the back of his head. Harry parted his lips slightly as he kissed the other boy and slipped his tongue into Draco’s mouth. Draco shuddered with excitement and brought his tongue up to meet Harry’s.

Harry, the stronger of the two, picked Draco up by grasping both of his legs, either side of him, and positioned him so that his legs were wrapped round his waist. He took a few steps so that he was standing directly in front of the table and Draco’s back was facing it. He lowered the other boy slowly onto the table, not pausing the kiss at all. Once Draco was perched on the table and Harry was standing in front of him, Harry pushed him onto his back so that he was lying down. Draco broke the kiss to shift himself further onto the table so that he was comfortable and then grabbed the collar on Harry’s shirt and led him back to his mouth. Harry ran his fingers over Draco’s hair and realised he had gelled it back once more into his former brazen hairstyle. He was disappointed at this as he had loved to touch his hair when it was soft and natural.

Draco seemed just as caught up in the kiss as Harry was. He ran his hands over Harry excitedly, absorbing every detail. Suddenly, something inside Harry snapped and he found it impossible to remain controlled and calm. He started kissing Draco frantically as his excitement increased. The other boy responded by kissing Harry faster, fuelled with sexual hunger. As Harry kissed Draco, he became aware that his penis was becoming increasingly hard and had began to throb with desire. He lowered his hand to Draco’s trouser area, encouraged when he saw that he was experiencing the same feeling. As he ran his fingers over Draco’s penis through his trousers, Draco whimpered longingly. His longing to satisfy both his and Draco’s needs overtook his nervousness from his inexperience, and he began to undo the button on Draco’s trousers, not breaking the kiss. The other boy did not protest but allowed him to do it.

Half expecting Draco to push him away at this point, Harry was relieved when he did no such thing. He took off the other boy’s trousers completely and threw them on the floor. He then resumed his position on top of Draco and continued the kiss, grateful that there was more skin for him to touch. He stopped the kiss suddenly and got up so that he was kneeling in front of Draco, who was lying down, on the table. Draco went to get up but Harry promptly pushed him back down.

“You’re not going anywhere.” Harry murmured, a seductive smile playing on his lips. He looked down at Draco, who was now sprawled across the table, his previously ordered parchment and books now an array of mess. He noticed with vague amusement the bulge in the other boy’s boxers and decided it was time to take things one step further.

Suddenly, Draco froze. “Did you hear that?!”

Harry listened attentively. Footsteps could be heard from along the corridor outside the library. The boys froze and remained impossibly still and silent for a few seconds. Upon realising that somebody was definitely coming that way, they gave one silent fearful look at each other before jumping up off the table. Draco grabbed his missing articles of clothing and dashed into one of the aisles so that he was hidden from sight.

Moments later. Madam Pince bustled in. She saw Harry, who had quickly picked up a book and was now pretending to read, and had a quick glance around to see if there was anybody else there. She then looked back at Harry and told him that the library would be closing in half an hour. He reassured her that he was almost finished and she left the room.
As soon as she had gone, Harry jumped up to go and find Draco. When he found the aisle he was hidden in, he approached him and planted a firm kiss on his lips.

“Now, where were we?”

Draco looked horrified. “No, we can’t. She’ll be back in a minute.”

Harry chuckled and went down on his knees so that he was level with the bulge in the shorts of the boy standing in front of him. He massaged it lightly and heard Draco gasp with pleasure. He tugged the bottom of the boxers so that they fell down. He looked at the erect penis in front of him and then looked up at Draco. Seeing him with his eyes closed, he returned his attention back to his cock. Placing his hands around the base, he ran his tongue over the head, spurred on by Draco’s moaning. After teasing the blonde like this for a while, he put his mouth firmly around it. As Harry continued to pleasure Draco using his mouth, he became aware of him locking his fingers in his hair. He also became aware of Draco moaning much louder and knew he was close. Harry carried on pleasuring Draco in this way until he had begun to start shouting. Not wanting to be caught by the librarian, he pulled his mouth off of Draco and replaced it with his hands. To muffle the other boy’s shouts, he began to kiss him, while wanking him off fully. Draco kissed him frantically, impelled by his forthcoming orgasm. He fell back against the bookshelf, pulling Harry with him. However, he was so lost in the moment that he did not even seem to notice.

As Draco came, he pulled his mouth away from Harry’s and shouted out. Harry continued to wank him until he had finished his orgasm. Once he had finished, Draco went limp against Harry and he held him close. When he had finished panting, he pulled away from Harry and looked into his eyes. Harry broke the tender moment.

“We’d better go. Madam Pince will be back soon.”

Draco nodded a silent agreement and hastily put his clothes back on. Harry went back to the table he had been using earlier and started to pack up his work. So much for using this evening to get some work done - he had barely even picked up his quill!

******

Five minutes later, the boys left the library and they walked in silence. The atmosphere was much more awkward now as they both thought about that evening’s events. Draco suddenly stopped and Harry turned to look at him. He noticed that he would not even look at him.

“Do you still think I took advantage of you?” Harry accused.

Draco shook his head, keeping his eyes firmly fixed on the floor.

“So what’s wrong?”

“I told you earlier,” Draco looked at him for the first time, “we can’t do this.”

“We just did.”

“We nearly got caught.”

“But we didn’t.”

“But we nearly did. Do you know what would happen to me if anyone found out? I would have no life left.”

Harry was annoyed. “You didn’t seem too bothered 20 minutes ago.”

Draco looked angry. “And I bet you’ll enjoy telling everybody that.” And with this, he stormed off. Harry contemplated whether to just let him go, but realised he probably shouldn’t just leave him like this. He chased after him.

“Look, Drae. I’m sorry, ok?”

Draco turned around abruptly and just watched him. Harry took this as his cue to elaborate. “I’m not going to tell anybody. Is that what you’re worried about?”

“It’s not just that,” Draco admitted slowly, “There’s other stuff as well.”

“Like what?”

“Well…you’re a…boy.”

Harry looked at him questioningly. “Yes…”

“Well, up until now, I’d never even thought about doing anything with another guy.”

Harry nodded. “Neither had I.”

“Well, why us? We hated each other.”

Harry shrugged. “You can’t help who you fall for.”

Draco looked up sharply. “I am not falling for you.”

Harry felt a twinge of hurt but did not react on it. “Well, I’m not falling for you either, but I’m just saying.”

“Right, well, see you later.” Draco said monotonously

Harry did not stopped him this time. He watched him walk away, still upset at how Draco could be so mean. Although it would not have bothered him before, it did now. He couldn’t help but wonder if he really was falling for Draco.

*****

The next day, Harry woke up knowing that it was today that everybody would return to school. He was torn as to whether he wanted them to come back. Sure, he loved his friends, but he knew that nothing would be the same with Draco once they did. But then again, what did he even have with Draco? One minute, they were practically having sex on a table and the next, Draco wanted nothing more to do with him. Harry could not help but feel slightly betrayed.

The day passed in a blur and Harry could not stop thinking about yesterday’s events long enough to do any homework. He knew he would regret it, but at this particular moment, he did not even care. His pride stopped him from going to find Draco, despite how much he wanted to see him.

Finally, it was 6 o’clock and the students that had been away for Christmas began to bustle in the corridors. Harry was sitting in the common room as people began to enter.

“Hey Harry. Good Christmas?”

“Hi, Neville. Yeah, not bad, thanks. You?” Harry replied automatically.

“Fantastic.” He replied, before heading upstairs to unpack his things.

This was how Harry responded to each greeting he got as people entered the room. Eventually, Ron and Hermione entered.

“Harry!” Hermione shouted, before running up and giving him a huge hug.

“Alright, mate?” Ron asked.

“Hi. How was your Christmas?” He asked them.

They replied and then asked him about his. He made sure that he did not let anything about Draco slip. They then all went upstairs to the boy’s dormitory. When they reached the room, Hermione pointed at him untouched presents on the floor by his bed.

“Why didn’t you open your presents?” She asked, looking rather upset.

Harry felt very guilty. “Oh…I was…erm…waiting for you to come back. I didn’t…want to open them all by myself.” He lied. He did not think that saying he was ‘busy’ would be a good enough excuse.

“Aww, Harry.” Hermione said. She then gave him another hug. “Open them now.”

He opened his presents, whilst being watched by Ron and Hermione. He thanked them both for the presents they had given him and made a mental note to thank others who had given him one.

“I’m hungry. Lets go and eat.” Ron said suddenly. Hermione rolled her eyes. “What?! I’m hungry!” He persisted.

Harry laughed. It was nice having his friends back.

*****

Once they reached the main hall, Harry noticed that the huge house tables that had been removed over the Christmas holidays were now back. He sat down at Gryffindor table alongside Ron and Hermione and looked over at Slytherin table. He immediately saw Draco in the middle of his friends, talking loudly. ‘Showing off’ Harry thought to himself. Suddenly, he heard someone shout out.

“Oi, Weasel! Have a nice Christmas? Is it true you all had to share a room in your house?” The voice said. Harry turned around to see that it was Draco who had shouted out. Ron had gone red and Pansy Parkinson screeched with unkind laughter.

“Shut it, Malfoy.” Harry shouted, annoyed at how he had just spoken to his friend. Draco looked taken back but said nothing.

“Are you going to let him talk to you like that?” Pansy demanded.

Draco whispered something to her in a harsh tone and she quickly shut up. Harry wondered what he had said, but did not dwell on it. He turned to Ron.

“Wow…how did you do that?” Ron asked in amazement.

“What?”

“Get Malfoy to shut up.”

“Dunno.” Harry replied before shovelling his plate full of food. He took several more glances over at Slytherin table, but Draco would not look at him. ‘Why did he have to be so cruel?’ Harry wondered. He knew that he was not really like that but he did not think he would ever change. He wished he could stay the same way as he had been over the holidays.

With a sigh, he knew that nothing would ever be easy as far as Draco was concerned. But he was up for a challenge, he decided with a grin.