Fighting For My Love And Right

‘Harry, I went through with your plan.’ Ginny sat down next to him looking rather pleased with her self. ‘I told a girl who never can keep a secret, so people believe her when she tells them something.’

‘Thanks Ginny.’ He was slowly eating his food, looking at the other tables where students sat. Some of them were whispering and turning around to look at Harry, either it was the same bullshit as before, or they had heard the new rumour.

‘Anything else you want me to help you with?’

‘No. Maybe later, that was mostly what I wanted right now.’

‘Okay. What have you been doing up till now?’

‘Not much.’ He couldn’t help thinking about what he had seen earlier that morning, Malfoy, half naked and wet.

‘Right, and you’re blushing because your eggs are to hot.’ Had he been blushing?

‘I didn’t say that nothing happened, just not much.’

‘Who have you seen?’ Harry was surprised at what she could find out quickly, Hermione had a match in something at least.

‘A boy.’ He could at least tell her something.

‘Is he cute?’ He was surprised at her interest in the subject, she must have thought a lot over the fact that they wouldn’t end up together to feel comfortable around him talking about what boys he liked.

‘I think so.’

‘Who is he?’ She moved closer, smiling eagerly and waiting to find out about the mystery boy.

‘No, it’s to embarrassing.’

‘Come on Harry, tell me.’ He wanted to deny her again but in the same moment someone entered the great hall, Harry tilted his head to see who it was and immediately blushed when he saw the blond figure move to the other side of the room. ‘I see.’

‘What?’ Had she been talking while he was busy drooling over the blond Slytherin or had she noticed the drooling and understood his thoughts.

‘I would guess number two; he is more of your type.’

‘What number two?’ She pointed over to where Draco sat, not so everyone could see it thankfully. Malfoy was sitting as number two from the edge of the table, with his body guards on either sides of him.

‘No, you are mistaken.’

‘I can see why you like him, just look at him. And I think he is gay to because Pansy is almost humping his leg every time he walks by, she is pretty but he doesn’t care. A good match if we look away from the fact that he is a Slytherin and a jackass most times.’ She thought Malfoy was gay, and hot? She was right about the hot part but gay? Malfoy couldn’t be.

‘Okay, so it’s him, but don’t tell anyone.’

‘No, you will have to tell them that you like boys your self. And that you like in particular a Slytherin boy.’ Thank goodness he was afraid she would tell everyone and then Malfoy would probably ignore him even more.

‘Wonder where Hermione and Ron are.’

‘They went out, going to study for their next exam they said, but I think that was an excuse to be alone.’ Good for them, they probably needed some time alone.

Ginny made herself a sandwich while the owls came flying through the window with their post. Harry never got anything so he didn’t care much about them, not that he would pay attention to them this day if he waited some important message; he was to busy staring at Malfoy. Malfoy on the other hand did recieve something; none of his friends cared about the little white note attached to the silvery owl but Harry was following every move he made. Malfoy was reading through the letter, and suddenly he rose up, saying a couple of words before leaving.

‘Um, Ginny.’

‘Go after him then.’ How come she was so brilliant and saw everything? She was probably better than Hermione to see what Harry liked and was probably obsessed with. ‘Go Harry, he won’t wait for you. And if I’m wrong about him being gay then I’m sorry.’

‘No, no, it’s nothing like that. He is only really sad and something is bothering him, I want to find out what it is. But since I’m his nemesis he won’t talk to me if I only ask him.’

‘So you follow him and annoy him till he tells you?’

‘How did you know?’

‘I do that with my brothers, just never give up; he will buckle under the pressure in the end.’

‘Thanks.’ He drank some of his juice and walked to the open wooden doors, realizing that he hadn’t been following where Malfoy went. He was close to giving up when he saw Ginny point to her left; he thanked her silently before walking towards his given direction.

Harry thought he had missed Malfoy, he couldn’t see him at all. Maybe he had gone to Myrtles bathroom again. Almost taking two steps at a time he reached the bathroom quickly, this time he didn’t bother to slowly open the door.

At first he thought it was empty; he didn’t hear any sounds. Maybe Malfoy was standing on a toilet again, so he slammed the door and waited, breathed as silently as he could to try and see if Malfoy was in there hiding. After thirty seconds he heard someone move, slowly the door to one of the booths opened up and Malfoy walked out. When he noticed Harry he screamed and crashed into the wall behind him.

‘Bloody idiot, I thought you had…’

‘Left? Luckily for me you did think that, if not I would really have left.’

‘You bloody ass hole! Why did you follow after me?’

‘So you knew that I would follow you?’

‘No, I, eh…’ He wasn’t looking to comfortable there, puffy red eyes and blushing, but he still looked like a porcelain doll.

‘You hoped I would follow you?’

‘No you ass! I guessed that you would take the opportunity to follow me.’

‘And you hide in the toilet where I knew you had been hiding before; if you didn’t want me to follow you it would have been a better idea to go to the dungeon. So you probably wanted me to come and find you.’

‘Shut up!’ Malfoy found his wand and pointed it towards Harry, he should be afraid of Malfoy but he couldn’t get himself to even care slightly about it. ‘If you say another word I’ll hex you.’

‘So hex me.’ Harry hoped Malfoy would, that would give him a reason to hold him down and make him confess. But if he did that he knew everything would be lost, Malfoy would probably behave like Harry didn’t even exist. ‘Do it now.’

‘No you fucking prick!’ Malfoy tried to run towards the door but was caught by Harry. ‘Let go of me!’ Harry didn’t even bother to answer; he pushed Malfoy back into the wall and held him by his wrists. When Malfoy realized that his hands wouldn’t get out of Harry’s grip he started to use his feet to kick him. And that actually hurt when he hit the right places; so Harry pressed himself against Malfoy, hoping he would stop fighting him.

Harry stood close enough to smell Malfoy; it was like he was wearing fresh spring. He wanted to smell more of him, to touch his skin that surely would feel like soft clouds. When Malfoy didn’t stop fighting Harry pressed himself even harder against him, moving slightly so he could get an even better grip on Malfoy. Soft blond strains of hair briefly crossed his chin, he loved that moment, didn’t want it to stop.

His eyes opened up when he could hear the other boy slightly moan, even if he was struggling to get free Harry was sure it was a pleasure moan. He pressed tighter, wanting to feel Malfoy and smell the spring. This time he was sure Malfoy had moaned in pleasure earlier because he moaned loudly when Harry moved.

Harry felt his cock twitch, hearing Malfoy make a sound like that was too arousing. His nose slowly stroke Malfoy’s neck, sensing everything beneath him, he could feel the hard bones beneath the soft skin, wanting to lick it.

At one point he must have had to let go of Malfoy’s right hand because the next thing he knew he was flying backwards into the wall behind him by a spell. The hit didn’t hurt as much as it was a surprise; and he could tell that Malfoy hadn’t used the strongest spell he knew.

‘I said let go.’ Harry noticed that Malfoy’s voice wasn’t as steady and sure about himself now. He was either shocked over the treatment he got, or he could be turned on as well; thanks to the school robes he couldn’t tell.

‘You’re not my boss.’

‘I’m older than you, and a prefect.’

‘So because you wear a badge and happen to be conceived earlier makes you in charge of me?’

‘No, you just have to do as I say.’

‘Okay, so tell me what to do to you.’ His back did hurt from the hit he realized but he didn’t care, he started to crawl forwards over to Malfoy who was petrified over Harry’s behaviour.

‘Don’t come near me.’ Harry smiled at the frightened boy, licking his lips and continuing to crawl.

‘Or you’ll do what?’ Malfoy at least raised his wand so it did look like he meant it.

‘You’re not worth this.’ That was the last thing he said before he slowly backed from him towards the door, his wand still raised against Harry. ‘You stay away from me, you hear? Just leave me alone.’ He ran out of the room as soon as he opened the door, Harry was displeased with the end of that; it could have gone better. Of course it could, if he hadn’t needed to smell and touch Malfoy so badly things could have taken another turn. But how should he know that he had let go of Malfoy’s hand; and where had he placed it? The soft skin had hypnotized him so much that he didn’t even remember where his hand had been. He closed his eyes and tried to imagine the whole scene, him pressing against the other boy, almost eating him and then his hand would let go of Malfoy’s wrist. His fingers were travelling up Malfoy’s arm, over to his shoulder and then down to his hip, that could have been about the same time Malfoy had moaned.

‘You two are really hot together.’ Harry jumped up, looking around to see who might have seen him. Moaning Myrtle came out from the wall, smiling and dancing in the air while humming a song Harry couldn’t recognize.

‘Did you watch us?’ He should know better than to ask her that, he could still remember his forth year in the prefect bath, she admitting that she used to look at the boys.

‘Not for long unfortunately, I came late, can only imagine what you would be doing if he would submit to his desires.’

‘What are you talking about?’

‘You didn’t see his face? Of course not, you were to busy with his neck. He was licking his lips, and opening his mouth, I bet he loved what you did to him. I wonder why he did leave so soon and so sad?’

‘Sad?’

‘He was really sad when he was looking at you, like something was cutting of parts of his heart, I could feel it, it’s a rare thing but I often feel him.’

‘What do you mean with feeling it?’

‘Some wizards has a strong magic, and when that is combined with a strong feeling, love, sadness, angriness and so on a ghost can almost imagine it, like we feel them. And Draco is a really sad, and it increased by looking at you.’

‘Do you know why he is sad?’

‘No. It’s the same with you, I can feel you have been hurt gratefully; lost many that you have loved.’

‘Why do you think he is sad?’

‘So many questions.’ She sang while dancing around. ‘This is the last one I answer you.’ She flew in circles while laughing. ‘Everything I know is what he told me, and it’s about his father and something he had done.’

‘What is it with his father?’

‘I said that I wouldn’t answer anymore questions, now leave me, I want to be alone.’ She turned and went through the wall, it seemed like everyone wanted to be alone. But what did she mean by sad? Malfoy was hiding something, he did know that but he had no idea that Malfoy would be sad when he was looking at him, what was so hurtful that even a ghost could feel it? And Malfoy’s father had a part in this to, did Myrtle know what his father had done but didn’t want to tell him? She had no reason to not tell him, so she didn’t know anything else. But what part had Malfoy’s father in all this?

He was at least one step closer to finding the truth; it had something to do with Malfoy’s father. He got himself up and walked to his common room, his target was the Maraurder’s map.

When he walked up the stairs and into the bedroom he had no idea what he would interrupt. While he opened the door he could hear Ron say ‘Oh shit’ and someone fell off the bed; it was probably him since he was standing up when Harry entered the room.

‘Harry, what are you doing here?’ Harry had never seen Ron flush that much, he could almost compare Ron to a tomato and the colour wouldn’t be far away from eachother.

‘Just came up to get some stuff.’

‘Oh, okay.’ He sat down on his bed, watching Harry; Ron’s behaviour was strange, but he didn’t think much over it until he remembered that Ginny said Ron was with Hermione, that did get him moving. Not long after he found the map and his cloak and headed out of the room, trying to ignore Ron’s gaze. He would never walk inside there as long as he didn’t know where Ron and Hermione were. He was sure he was blushing when he closed the door behind him; walking into the room while your best friends were probably getting it on was not something you would forget soon after.

‘I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.’ His wand was pointed against the parchment while a map suddenly appeared. Harry was right about Hermione and Ron, they were both inside the room. He turned the page over, didn’t want to look at them and then imagine what they could be doing. He found the person he was looking for after a while, but was surprised when he saw he was running towards the forbidden forest. Without thinking much over what could be going on he hid beneath his cloak and headed out of the castle.

Since this was a day off between the exams most students would spend it outside studying for their next one or just relaxing. Thankfully he wore his cloak so nobody saw him, but it didn’t keep him from hearing their conversations, some of them was talking about Harry and the pregnancy. He opened his map and studied it, Malfoy was completely off it; he must have been walking outside the school bounders? The map wasn’t drawn to show the forest, probably because who would ever need a map to a place that was forbidden? Actually, that would be an excellent map.

Harry walked down to Hagrid’s hut to wait there, Malfoy had pasted it on his way down then he would surely come back the same way, Harry hoped. So he sat down and embraced himself while studying the map. He saw that Hagrid wasn’t in his hut; he probably had a class with the students that weren’t having any exams, poor kids

He was close to giving up when he noticed footprints on the map heading over to him, and beside them was a name tag where it stood Draco Malfoy, it was his lucky day.

He rose up and walked over to where Malfoy was coming out from the forest, he wanted to catch Malfoy before he would run away or do something stupid like walking into the forest again.

Malfoy had apparently noticed Harry and decided that he would just walk faster and ignore him.

‘Malfoy, stop, what were you doing there?’ He tried to stop him by grabbing his arm but Malfoy found a way to twist it out of the grip, and then he continued up to the castle faster than before. Harry stopped following him just before Malfoy turned a corner and was surrounded by eager students trying to get to their house. Harry couldn’t do anything besides stare at Malfoy while he walked quickly into the castle without even lifting his head to the Hufflepuff that crashed into him while playing with his class mates.

He followed Malfoy on the map; he had walked into the castle and down to the dungeon, past every Slytherin and into his room. Harry noticed that the Slytherin’s had single bed rooms; he had never known that it was a possibly. He hadn’t really cared to look at the dungeon when he had his map, seeing it in class with Snape was enough for him. He watched Malfoy another fifteen minutes before deciding to go inside and see if there was anything he could keep himself occupied with since he had decided not to take any exams, and he had lot of free time since there were no classes either. He hadn’t told Dumbledore about his decision but figured out it was okay since none of the teachers came to see him.

Thinking about Malfoy all day made him forget about the pregnancy, it was quite surprising actually, that he could forget something like that. And he had been hexed to, did that affect his baby? But he had asked for it when he was rubbing himself on Malfoy, the other boy was probably disgusted with him, maybe that was the reason for why he was ignoring Harry. What a stupid ass he was, probably his only chance to get Malfoy to confess his problems was wasted on smelling and touching him. Why did he have to be so stupid?

Tomorrow Malfoy had his arithmancy exam and when he was done Harry would try and catch him before he could run away. He knew he was obsessed with Malfoy, and he wouldn’t stop before he found out what was wrong with him and what part his father had in all this.

The rest of the day he did nothing special, ate when it was time, sitting and reading a book on ancient Gods from all over the world and looking at the map to see it there was any changes in the dungeon. Malfoy was in his room the rest of the day, not stepping outside and no one was let inside. Harry wondered what Malfoy was doing, it was surely not studying for his exams; it couldn’t be since he hadn’t even gone to eat something.

He hadn’t found Hermione and Ron; they were probably together somewhere. He had taken a walk outside before he went to bed, everyone around him was whispering but he didn’t care at all, they couldn’t say or do anything to hurt him or bring him down. The day ended with him in his own bed earlier than he needed to; not that he wasn’t exhausted. Before he slept he kept on imagining Malfoy, his body and the smell, he didn’t want to forget that at all, and he hoped he could dream about the blond Slytherin.


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A/N: I am currently at a dead end, I know where my goal is but the road is guarded by baboons that is keeping me away, and I don't want to go to fast with the story, it's supposed to last another seventeen days or so, I only hope I find a solution and a way around that won't take to long.

Thanks to everyone for reading it.