Fifty Blue Shades of Harry

The next morning, Harry was feeling wanton and mischievous. Draco wanted him just as much as he wanted Draco. He could give just as good as he got. He bravely walks up to the door of Draco's bedroom and knocks. He hears a low 'come in' from Draco and enters. The other man's room looked much like his own, except for the wall of potions ingredients and the simmering cauldron in the corner. He had a potion going.

"Er, hello." Harry says, his sudden confidence dissipating.

Draco turns to look at him briefly.

"Hello Harry, have a seat if you like." he says, distracted by the potion.

Disappointed to have come at such a bad time, Harry was unsure of what to do.

"Erm, I'll just come back later." he says.

Before he leaves, Draco says,

"Harry, it's fine if you'd like to sit. You're no bother. This will be finished in about 5 minutes."

Harry decides to take a seat at Draco's desk. It was covered with books and all sorts of work-related things. Harry never considered how often Draco was working in here.

"How often are you in here making potions?" Harry asks.

"It varies. Anywhere from a 30 minute pepper up potion to an entire month for Veritaserum."

"Do you get a lot of business?" Harry asks.

"More than enough. The Malfoy name is still fairly respected in the line of potions. I get a lot of requests, I just don't have the proper work space for certain potions."

Well now Harry knew what he could get Malfoy for Christmas.

"Oh, well that's good... what potion are you making?" Harry asks.

"Dreamless Sleep"

No sooner did Draco say the words, did Harry toss in the closest thing he could find, a coin.

Draco watched, stunned, as the potion went up in smoke.

He did not turn to look at Harry. After a moment, he only asked,

"Why?"

Harry, now regretting his impulse decision, responds awkwardly,

"I figured I owed you one for all those failing grades you gave me."

Seething silently, Draco finally says,

"Potter, I had a deadline. This was a pre-order..."

Harry regrets ever stepping foot into Malfoy's room. Why did he ever think this would be a good idea?

Draco had been nothing but decent, and he went and ruined the man's work. Harry bows his head in shame.

"I don't know what I was thinking. I will order some dreamless sleep for you and pay you for the lost ingredients. I don't know what came over me."

Draco was still staring at the ruined potion.

"Can you say something?" Harry asks needily.

"What would you like me to say Potter? I accept your offer, I just didn't expect this from you is all. I should have let you come back later." he shakes his head.

Harry, terribly ashamed, apologizes again and gets up to leave.

"Harry" Malfoy speaks.

"Yeah?"

"If you wanted me to punish you, you could have asked. No need to go ruining perfectly good potions." he rebuked.

Harry feels his face redden as he is hit with the wave of arousal that had pushed him to go in there.

"Are you going to punish me then?" Harry asks with bated breath.

"I will punish you when you ask me too Harry."

Is this it? Is Harry really going to ask Draco to punish him? To fuck him?

Of course not.

His body said yes, but the door said no.

An irate Charlie Weasley was over here blasting doors down.

Only to find Harry in Draco's bedroom.

All are stunned into silence. Charlie by the current predicament, and the other two by the sudden intrusion.

Charlie clears his throat and speaks,

"Harry, I would like a moment alone with Malfoy."

Harry, offended by this, responds,

"Oh yea, let me leave so you guys can talk about me. How about no." he crosses his arms and leans against the wall behind him. He wasn't going anywhere.

Charlie stares at him with rageful eyes before he is distracted by Draco.

"Well, get on with it. What do you want?" Draco asks the redhead.

Charlie turns towards Draco, quickly regaining his composure.

"Harry is mine. What makes you think I would let you take him?" he asks Draco.

"Well, last I checked, Harry is not yours or anyone else's." Draco responds easily.

Charlie poses to attack Malfoy and is in the process of moving when he is blasted into the wall behind him. By Harry.

"I never fucking agreed to be yours you prick. Get your head out of your arse and talk like a normal person." he shouts at the redhead, enraged.

Harry belonged to no one.

As for Malfoy, he couldn't have found a more inappropriate time to be aroused. But THAT was the Harry Potter he knew.

As for Charlie, he was a tough guy. He shook it off but you could tell it packed a punch.

As he stood up, there was something in his eyes that Harry had never seen before. Sadness.

He was sad that Harry had attacked him.

Charlie went there to defend what was his. Harry was his wasn't he? After everything they've done?

"May I please talk to Harry alone?" Charlie asks the pair.

Draco looks at Harry to respond, though one could tell he was restraining himself.

Harry says ok, and they look at Draco.

"Oh, yes. Of course. I'll just be waiting in the living room then. But fair warning, there is no door so speak quietly." he says sarcastically on his way out to the couch. Whatever. Harry Potter could hold his own.

Inside, Charlie moves closer to Harry, who warily allows him too.

He also allows Charlie to touch his face, realizing that he may have overreacted.

"Harry. I'm sorry." Charlie says sadly.

"For?" Harry responds.

"For a lot of things, I think. I know I'm a rough guy. I can get carried away if you allow me too. And you do Harry. You let me vent all my shit, and I never did thank you for it, except for with more venting. I've been thinking a lot these past few days. I was trying to figure out how Malfoy, of all people, could steal you from me. I think I forgot that you still had things that you enjoy and prefer. So, I'm sorry Harry. For everything."

Harry would be lying if he said Charley's words didn't moved him. He has a lot to think about.

"Thanks, Charlie. I'm sorry for blasting you into the wall. Don't feel so bad. I wasn't unhappy with our relationship. It was simple."

"But now you're unhappy?" Charlie asks in response. So, because of Malfoy, Harry was now unhappy with their relationship.

"Well, yeah.. I've said it a couple of times. I never agreed to be yours... Draco is just the only other person I've considered, so he actually has very little to do with this." Harry responds.

"If you stay with me, things will get better." Charlie says, essentially ignoring everything Harry just said, too urgent in his own needs.

"Charlie, I don't necessarily want to stop being with you. But you need to let me do my thing." Harry insists.

Charlie looked down at the dark haired boy sadly. He was going to lose him.

"Alright Harry. I will."

He gives Harry a chaste kiss, something rare coming from Charlie, and departs without saying a word to Draco.

Guilt. More guilt. Harry had expected Charlie to get physical. But to emotionally open up to him, Harry knew that took a lot out of the guy. He didn't know what to do. He couldn't look at Draco as he went into his own room and shut the door.

On the couch, Draco sat thinking. Charlie's apology had been soppy in all the right ways. Harry did clearly feel something for him. Disappointed, Draco determines that he could no longer, in good conscience, taunt his pet over to him.

He had underestimated Charley.