Nothing is what it seems

Author’s Note:

Thanks for all reviews so far.
Sex scene ahead.

Have a great Christmas, everyone!

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Harry could not help but keep looking at Draco the next morning at breakfast. As he watched him, he could not imagine the vulnerable, heart-wrenching boy he had spent time with previously. He appeared to be exactly the same as he was before the holidays. He could not help but feel slightly annoyed - it was not that he wanted him to be upset but he had honestly thought he had changed. How wrong he had been. He could hear Draco’s voice and laugh clearly amongst all the other people sitting at the table as he showed off to all of his friends. He watched as Pansy clung onto his arm and whispered things into his ear. The pang of jealously he could feel in his chest was unbearable. It was the last straw when Pansy kissed him on the cheek and this was when Harry decided he had had enough. Without explaining anything to his friends, he stood up abruptly and stormed out of the great hall.

Just after his had exited the hall, he stopped by a pillar and rested his forehead against it despairingly. How could Draco do this to him? Although he had told him he felt nothing, Harry could still not help but feel betrayed by what he had seen in the hall. He quickly put his head up straight as he heard people coming. When he saw it was Draco and Pansy, he quickly turned to walk in the other direction. However, he apparently was not fast enough.

“Oi, Potter!” A voice screeched. “You’re a bit touchy lately, aren’t you?” Pansy mocked.

“Get lost, Parkinson.” Harry shouted over his shoulder, as he walked away.

“Did you hear that, Draco? Potty’s been throwing his weight around a lot lately. Perhaps you should teach him a lesson.” Pansy trouble-stirred.

Harry turned around, interested to see what Draco would do. Still bitter from a few days ago and annoyed by what he had seen this morning, he had no sympathy for what situation he was in. “So what you gonna do then, Malfoy?” He scorned.

“Go on, Draco. He’s asking for it.”

Harry waited for Draco’s prolonged reaction. He stood there, just watching Harry, biting his lip nervously. Suddenly, he turned to Pansy. “Why don’t you just give it a rest. I can fight my own battles. I don’t need you to give me tips.” He stole one last glance at Harry and then turned around and walked in the opposite direction. Pansy stood rooted to the spot for a few seconds, horrified at how he had just spoken to her. However, she soon recovered and she began to chase after him.

Harry was surprised at what had just happened. He had not expected Draco to walk away like that. But then again, what had he expected? Harry was not entirely sure. Looking at his watch, he saw that it was time for his first lesson of that term - Potions. Groaning inwardly, he begun the walk to the dungeons.

When he got there, he was surprised to see that he was rather early. The only other people there were Draco and Pansy. It seemed Pansy was sulking because she said nothing to either Harry or Draco. Harry profoundly refused to look at Draco, keeping his eyes firmly fixed on the floor.

“Pansy, can you go and get my Potions book? It seems that I left it in the common room.” Malfoy said. Pansy began to protest but after one haughty look from Draco, she gave in and begrudgingly walked away in the direction of Slytherin common room. As soon as she had gone, Draco spoke once more, this time to Harry.

“So, Potter.” Harry looked at him when he used his surname. “What was that about at breakfast?”

“What was what about at breakfast?” Harry asked in return.

Draco sighed. “You know… when you stormed out of the great hall.”

“I’m just sick of being used.” He replied aggressively. Draco closed his mouth and said nothing. “Everybody wants a piece, don’t they? Harry Potter. The boy-who-lived. The celebrity. It’s bad enough when people I don’t even know only talk to me because of what I did when I was a baby. Without people who I thought I could trust walking all over me. I bet you were having a right laugh at me. Harry Potter, what a sucker. He’ll believe anything I tell him.” He paused, taking a deep breath after this outburst.

Draco appeared to be taken back by this explosion. “What happened between us… it had nothing to do with you being the ‘famous’ Harry Potter.” He reassured.

“Oh, so why was it then? It’s not even like you like me” Harry said. He was all too aware of Draco gradually coming closer to him. He tried to fight the urge to kiss him, knowing he had to stay strong. But having Draco this close to him made him feel light-headed and weak.

“Don’t I?” Draco breathed, his mouth only centimetres away from Harry’s.

Harry opened his mouth to reply, but was silenced by Draco pushing his mouth against his. Any resistance Harry had had in him, disappeared at this contact. He leaned into him, not being able to pull away. He had missed Draco over the last few days and it felt so good to be kissing him once more. Draco begun to kiss him harder and more hungrily and he raced his fingers through Harry’s hair. Harry made one feeble moan of protest but then gave in completely, holding onto Draco by his hips and pulling him closer. Draco pushed him rather forcefully against the wall and grabbed his hands, pinning them above his head. Harry moaned again in protest of not being able to touch Draco but was ignored.

A noise from down the corridor made Draco jump away from Harry hastily, quickly running his fingers along his own hair, to make sure it was not out of place. When Pansy turned round the corner, he smiled in an edgy manner.

“I couldn’t find it.” She said.

“Find what?” Draco asked, genuinely confused.

“The book.” Pansy said, raising her eyebrows.

“Oh, yeah. It was in my bag. Sorry about that.” He replied. Pansy looked a little miffed but said nothing. Moments later, the door to the dungeon swung open and Snape appeared, telling them to go inside. Shortly after, everybody else turned up. Snape began to tell them about their next assignment, but Harry was having great difficulty in paying any attention. His eyes kept drifting over to where Draco was sitting. He could not help but remark to himself how perfect he looked, sitting under a stray ray of light. The light accentuated his milky complexion and made his hair look even more golden than usual. As Harry was admiring him, Draco turned around and saw Harry staring at him. He touched his lips seductively and Harry could feel himself becoming aroused. Realising he would not be able to overcome the embarrassment of becoming aroused in Potions, he quickly turned away, trying to clear his mind of thoughts of Draco.

The lesson passed impossibly slowly and eventually, they were released. Checking his timetable, he saw that he had a free period next. He stood by the doorway, waiting for Ron and Hermione and then Draco walked past him, brushing himself against Harry as he walked past. He felt him slip something in his hand but acted as if nothing had happened. Once Draco had gone, he made sure no one was looking, before looking at what he had been given.

‘By the lake, next period. Don’t be late’ was all that the note said. Harry quickly stuffed it in his pocket, not wanting any attention to be drawn to it. Only one person saw this exchange, but Harry was not aware of it. Smiling to himself, he waited for his friends to join him and then left the dungeon. As they walked back to the common room, he tried to think of a reason why he would have to leave them during their free without them wanting to go with him. This problem was soon solved.

“Right, I’m going to go to the library. Do you two want to come?” Hermione asked.

“Yeah.” Ron grunted.

“Erm…no. I’ve got other things to do…see you later though, yeah?” With this, Harry smiled at them and walked away, in the direction of the lake. He knew he would be early but he was not entirely sure whether we would be able to get away later. He arrived at the lake and sat down, shivering as the cold January air swept over him.

Ten minutes later, he saw Draco approaching. He stood up and walked towards him, rubbing his hands together to try to warm them up. As he reached Draco, he pulled him towards him to kiss him but was roughly pushed away.

“Not here!” Draco hissed. “Somebody might see us.”

Harry felt a bit hurt. “Would that be so bad?”

“Would it be that bad? It would be a disaster!”

“But why? I mean, I understand what you said about your father, but he’s in Azkaban now. He can’t get to you.” Harry reasoned.

“Don’t be so stupid. Of course he can. There’s other complications.”

“Like what?”

“Why is everything one big bloody interrogation with you?” Draco shouted. “Why don’t you just leave it!” Harry could tell he was really angry. He decided to drop it.

“I’m sorry.”

Draco turned around and gave him a piercing look before aggressively kicking a can lying on the floor. Harry flinched as it hurled in his direction, but it did not hit him. At this point, Draco sat on the floor, breathing deeply as if trying to get rid of his anger. Harry decided he should wait a bit before comforting him physically. After all, he did not want to be on the receiving end of one of his volatile explosions. After a few minutes, when his heavy breathing had slowed down, Harry spoke again.

“Do you want to move somewhere where we won’t be seen?” He asked. Draco nodded and stood up. Harry led the way to the edge of the forbidden forest and Draco followed him. They sat down and looked into the distance, creating an awkward silence between them.

“What exactly is going on? I want to know where I stand.” Harry asked assertively.

“What do you mean?” Draco quickly asked.

“Well, first of all, we hated each other and then we got really close. But now, we avoid each other as much as possible and the only time you ever acknowledge me is when we’re alone.”

“It’s really difficult. No one can ever find out.”

“I know. You’ve already said. I don’t want anyone to find out either.” He said quickly. “But can I ask you something?”

“What?”

Harry dreaded the answer to the question he was about to ask, but he needed to know. “Do you hate me?”

Draco looked at him sarcastically. “What do you think?”

Harry could not help but feel upset. He had tried to prepare himself for this. He had told himself that he had meant nothing to Draco, but could not help but hope it was something more. He turned away, aware of the tears forming in his eyes.

“What’s wrong?” Draco asked.

“Nothing. I have to go.” Harry stood up. Draco also stood up. “There’s no point in me being he, is there? You’ve used me for what you wanted, so now we can just go back to being enemies.” He walked away, sure that this was the end. He stopped when Draco grabbed him by the wrist.

“What is this about?”

“You tell me. After all that’s happened, you still hate me?”

“What? Harry, I don’t hate you.” Draco said slowly. Harry turned around so that he was facing the other boy.

Harry felt the tears beginning to form once again, but this time from relief and happiness. He smiled and rubbed his eyes, not being able to even consider crying.

“Oh, come here.” Was all that Draco said before he pulled him towards him. He held him close for a few minutes before pulling his face away so that he could see Harry’s. With his right hand, he brushed any stray hairs out of Harry’s face before planting a firm kiss upon his lips. Harry responded eagerly, wrapping his arms around Draco’s waist, glad of the extra warmth. Draco wrapped his cloak around Harry, aware that he was cold. After kissing for a while, Harry pulled away.

“I’ve got to go.” He breathed.

“Me too.”

“Do you want to meet up later?” Harry asked hopefully.

“Where, though?” Draco asked fearfully.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure no one will find us.” Harry reassured, knowing that this was what the problem was.

“Ok.”

“I’ll let you know later, ok?” Harry said. Draco nodded and Harry placed one last kiss on his mouth before turning around and walking back to the castle. They had agreed that they should not be seen walking together to avoid arousing suspicion. Once he was inside the castle, Harry began to walk to Charms straight away, hoping he was not too late.

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Harry was only too glad when it was finally the end of the school day. He had seen Draco and whispered the location of the room of requirement to him. Draco had not looked convinced but had nodded anyway. It was now 5.55pm, five minutes before they had arranged to meet. Harry walked past where he knew the entrance was several times chanting ‘I need a place where no one will find us’ in his mind. Eventually, a doorknob that was not there before appeared. Draco turned up within the next minute, and they entered the room together. Harry closed the door after him. He looked around the room, noticing how plain it looked. He realised that this was probably because he had merely asked for a place where they could not be found. He made a mental note to be more specific next time.

“What is this place?” Draco asked, looking around in disgust.

“The room of requirement.” Harry replied simply.

“Well couldn’t you have required something more…tasteful, then?”

Harry sighed and closed his eyes to require a different place. When he opened them, he noticed the room was much more grand than before. The walls were now cream, decorated with magnificent paintings and symbols. The carpet was fluffy and soft, a deep red colour. There was a fireplace on the far side of the room but it wasn’t any of this that attracted Harry’s attention as much as one particular object. In the centre of the room was a large, king-size bed with rich red covers and curtains.

“I said ‘tasteful’, Potter.”

“What’s wrong with this?”

“It’s Gryffindor’s colour.”

“Oh, don’t be so fussy.” Harry replied. He walked over to the bed and sat down, feeling it’s utmost comfort. He looked over at Draco was who standing up straight, with his arms crossed, a sulky expression dominating his facial features. Harry laughed. “Come here.”

Draco turned his head away, pretending he had not heard him. Harry got up, still laughing, and walked over to where Draco was standing. He took his arm and gently pulled him over to the bed. Draco was not putting up much of a fight but was still not prepared to admit that he wanted this. Harry pushed him on the bed and then crawled on, straddling the sulking blonde. He then leant forward and kissed him. Draco remained unresponsive. Harry persisted, determined to win this game that Draco was playing. He kissed him harder and gyrated his hips to stimulate the other boy. He opened his eyes to see how Draco was coping. The look upon his face told him that he was going to give in soon. His nostrils were flared and his cheeks were flushed. Harry pulled away for the kiss and begun to kiss Draco’s neck instead. This obviously seemed to be one of Draco’s weaknesses because he immediately gave in, and moved his head down so that he could meet Harry’s lips with his own.

Draco pushed Harry so that he was lying on the bed and he was now on top. He pulled at Draco’s jumper until it came off completely. He was horrified to see that there were fresh cuts.

“Draco?”

“Mhmm?” Draco responded as he continued to kiss Harry’s neck. He did not look up, he was too engrossed in Harry.

“Are you still cutting yourself?” Harry asked, with concern in his voice. Draco abruptly looked up but said nothing. “Why?” Harry asked.

“It doesn’t matter. It’s not important.” Draco mumbled.

“Yes, it is. I thought you were happier now? What’s changed?”

“What’s changed? Nothing’s changed. That’s what.” Draco said as he got off of him.

“But you cut when your mother died. You were devastated, not yourself at all. But lately, you’re back to how you were before. I thought you were ok now.”

“I didn’t start cutting when she died.” Draco mumbled, looking at the bed.

Harry was taken back. “But I thought…”

“Well, you thought wrong then.” Draco concluded.

“Why then?”

“You wouldn’t understand.”

“Try me.” Harry was desperate to understand what Draco was going through. “How long?”

Draco hesitated. “About four years.” He said quietly.

Harry’s head began to spin. “Four years? I never had any idea.”

“Well, why would you. We’ve never exactly been close have we.”

“Well, no…but I never saw any signs.”

“And what signs would you be looking for then?” Draco asked. “Me sitting in a corner crying all day long? Not being able to defend myself? I am not weak, Potter.” He spat.

Harry could tell he was getting upset. And this was the only way he could let it out - aggression, spite. He could not believe he had not seen it before. He knelt up and positioned himself so that he was in front of Draco. He run his fingers along the side of his face, soothing him with his touch.

“It’s ok. You’re ok.” He smiled. And then he kissed him again, picking up where they left off. Draco kissed him back longingly, pushing Harry on his back. He pulled Harry’s jumper off so that they were both topless and they touched each other’s chests as they continued to kiss. Both boys were extremely aroused by now and Harry could feel his hard penis pressing against the boy on top of him. The intensity of the kiss remained unnoticed until Draco began undoing Harry’s trousers. Harry did not stop him, too excited to gather any kind of resistance together. Harry’s trousers were thrown on the floor, and the bulge became much more pronounced. Draco leant down and planted small, sucking kisses over Harry’s stomach, who begun to moan with yearning. Draco dragged it out, going exceptionally slowly. Harry was losing his mind lying there. He began to unbuckle Draco’s trousers, not entirely sure where this was going.

Once Draco’s trousers were lying alongside Harry’s on the floor, Harry brought his hands up so that he could cup them around Draco’s pulsing penis. He massaged it slowly, excited when Draco jerked his head back. He fastened the pace of this massage, sitting up so that he could kiss Draco’s chest. He could tell Draco’s orgasm was approaching and he wanted to make it even better for him. He stopped.

“No, don’t s-stop.” Draco moaned.

“I want you inside of me.” Harry said in a seductive voice

Draco looked nervous. “But we don’t have any lubricant.”

Harry pointed at the lubricant that had just appeared on the table next to the bed. “This is the room of requirement, remember.”

Draco leant over and took hold of the container. He smeared it over his penis and using his fingers, stretched Harry out, spreading the lubricant in Harry’s opening. Putting the pot down, he looked at Harry. “Are you sure?” He asked him. Harry nodded.

Draco began to kiss Harry again, pulling down Harry’s boxers as he did so. Harry was nervous but he knew this was what he wanted. Once both boys were naked, Draco positioned Harry so that he could access him. As he pushed into him, Harry winced from the pain. He had never done anything like this before and he had not imagined that it would hurt this much. He breathed in sharply, trying not to cry out. Draco leant down and placed a tender kiss on his lips.

“You ok?” Draco asked. Harry nodded. Draco pushed all the way in and then began to pull out, moaning with pleasure to match Harry’s moans of pain. Just as Harry was regretting his offer, Draco touched something inside of him that brought him intense pleasure. Draco smiled and began to thrust harder. As the pleasure increased, Harry became less aware of what was going on. He opened his eyes to see that Draco had taken Harry’s cock in his hands and was beginning to pump it in time with his thrusts. Harry thrusted his hips in time and had to bury his fingers into the bed sheets, feeling as if he was falling over the edge. As Harry came, he shouted out, unable to keep any kind of control over his body any longer. Draco came moments after, spilling his hot load deep inside of him.

Suddenly, Draco withdrew from Harry and went limp. Both boy just lay there, panting loudly. Draco, who was lying on top of Harry, brought his head up, looked into Harry’s eyes and just smiled. Harry had an overwhelming urge to say that he loved him, but held back. Instead, he kissed him. A long, slow and passionate kiss. The kiss lasted several minutes before Draco pulled away and buried his head into the crook of Harry’s neck. He closed his eyes and Harry watched him, his heart thumping. As Draco fell asleep, Harry took in every detail of his face and remarked to himself just how beautiful he was. He wanted to kiss him but did not want to awaken him - he looked so peaceful.

Harry’s mind soon began to wander from the perfection of the situation and began to wonder about why Draco found the need to cut himself like that. Harry could not understand how causing yourself pain could in anyway help you when you’re already hurting. Pain was something he associated with negativity, not something he enjoyed. How could anyone possibly enjoy pain? He did not want to keep pushing Draco though. It was obviously a sensitive subject - he usually got annoyed whenever Harry asked him.

Looking at the clock, on the wall opposite the bed, Harry saw that it was now 9 o’clock. Alarmed that it was so late, he woke Draco up, knowing that they needed to get back to their dormitories.

“Wha?” Draco mumbled, his voice still muggy from sleep.

“Come on, we need to go back. It’s getting late.” Harry said.

Draco got up and quickly cast a cleaning spell on himself, Harry and the bed. He then put his clothes on. Harry also got up and got dressed. He felt a slight tinge of pain in his backside but ignored it. They stood by the door and kissed goodbye before they left the room. They agreed that Draco should go first and Harry would follow a few minutes later. Draco left, giving one last glance at Harry. Harry waited several minutes before also leaving the room.

As he walked back to his common room, he could not believe what had just happened. He had just had sex with his former enemy, Draco Malfoy.

And he did not regret it one bit.

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A/N (again…didn’t want to write this at the beginning because of spoilers)

I’ll probably deal with the person who saw the exchange in the next chapter or so. I haven’t just dismissed it.

It feels like I’m going round in circles at the minute, but I hope it shows that their relationship is making progress.

Comments? Suggestions? Please review.