Stranger In The Dark

Title: Stranger In The Dark.
Author: Carrie DeMarchi ( carriedemarchi@hotmail.com )
Website: Carrie\'s Slash Fiction ( http://www.phobetor.net/fiction/ )
Fandom: Harry Potter.
Pairing: Draco/Harry.
Genre: First Time.
Rating: NC-17.
Status: Complete. 4,181 words.
Series: Sequel to Slytherin Drag ( http://adultfan.nexcess.net/aff/story.php?no=22947 )
Spoilers: Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix.
Warning: OOC, cross dressing.
Archive: All mailing lists posted to, otherwise, ask, please.

Disclaimer: The characters and their portrayal within this story belong to J.K. Rowling and Warner Bros. Studios, and this story is based on these and related works done by these persons and/or organizations. The situation, story line and interpersonal relations between said characters in this work belong to the author. No monetary exchanges occur for this fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.

Notes: Well, I had thought of continuing it, but some reviews really solidified the fact that I si had had to continue, so, here it is. There will be more to come.

Summary: Harry has another meeting with a familiar stranger, and is too tired to contemplate things afterwards.

\"Harry?\" Hermione called as she walked into the room. She\'d just come through the portrait door, on her way back from the library to pick up a reference book for their homework assignments, and the book was tucked under her arm, almost forgotten. Harry looked up, and so did Ron, when they heard her voice. Hermione was looking at a small, folded piece of paper, and she handed it to Harry when she reached the table. Ron\'s gaze shifted from Hermione to Harry, and watched his friend look at it.

It was only folded once, and he wondered if Hermione had looked at it; just a peek. He looked up at her, waiting for anything more she had to say, but he looked back down. The three of them had gone quiet when she called his name, and Harry tried not to get too excited as he thought of who the note might be from. \"There was a girl in the corridor on my way back, and she stopped me, gave me this, and told me to give it to you. I think she might have been from the groups we saw the other day.\"

\"I thought they all left?\" Ron asked, curious. If there were girls about, he wanted to see them again, and maybe he should have sd bed behind to watch like Harry did. \"I haven\'t seen them since, and no one else has mentioned anything,\" he said, watching his friend look over the name scrawled in small swirling script on the paper. \"I almost started thinking it had been a dream,\" he said, and added a mock shudder as he said the last, \"Though I\'m not quite sure why I\'d dream of some of those ugly ones.\"

Hermione had sat down, shaking her head at Ron\'s comments, \"I didn\'t see her too well, but she had long black hair, and she didn\'t quite look me in the eyes, though they seemed dark as well,\" but Harry wasn\'t listening to them as he unfolded the note. He stared at it for a minute, reading the words written in the same fancy handwriting as his name on the front: I\'ll be in the West end of the Arithmancy corridor for an hour. Meet me there? Harry could almost hear a voice in his head reading it out to him as he scanned it over again. It sounded so familiar, even in his head, and he loved it. He\'d never properly heard her voice, only through the haze after her lips left his, but it was so clear in his mind.

\"It\'s nothing,\" Harry said to his friends quickly, \"just someone playing a joke.\" Ron chuckled and Hermione had already looked down to her book again, just as quickly forgetting about the strange girl in the hall. When Ron looked away, Harry tucked the note inside his book, shut it and stood up from his seat at the table. They were in a corner of the common room, where they usually sat. There were quite a few students still hanging around doing homework to playing chess and Exploding Snap. \"I think I\'m going to go read upstairs; the \'Snap is getting to me.\"

He grabbed his bag, making sure to take the text from which he was claiming to read from, and headed for the stairs. Harry held his breath until he was up half way to the boy\'s dormitory, thankful that neither of his friends had anything to add; they\'d nodded and carried on with their work. It\'d been a very calm year so far, nothing out of the ordinary happening, nothing for Harry to be involved in - except this. For once, though, it was his and his alone to partake in. He reached his bed and set his school things inside before going to his trunk.

It took a moment of rummaging around for his cloak, which had gotten turnedisibisible side up, making it hard to catch a glimpse of in amongst his clothes. When his fingers smoothed over the silky material, he pulled it out and wrapped it around his shoulders, clasped it and then picking up his wand again. Harry cast a charm around his bed curtains to keep them closed, just in case someone was looking for him and sent Ron up to get him. They\'d think he was asleep and leave it at that; it wouldn\'t be hard to sneak back in later.

He flipped the hood up on the cloak and made his way quietly out the dorm room and down the stairs. No one had come up on his way back to the common room, and he was starting to get excited. Whenever he\'d snuck out before, it was either with Ron or Hermione, and it was for a reason. Of course, this was for a reason, too, but he was sneaking away from his friends, and that was what made this so interesting. He\'d never gone off to see someone, never having had anyone to do soh. h.

Harry had assumed he\'d just walk right out the portrait door, but as he neared, he was startled and almost tripped over the long lengths of the cloak when Seamus burst into the room, laughing raucously with Dean and Neville close behind. It took them a moment to move out of the way, and Harry dodged enough to make it around them to catch the portrait before it closed shut again. Out in the hallway, it was a startling difference in temperature, and Harry breathed a sigh of relief at having made it out of the Tower unscathed by questions.

The soft scuffle of his shoes every few steps were mostly the only sound to be heard in the halls. They were still lit well, but most everyone were in their common rooms and dorms, the teachers in their chambers or anywhere else they spent time. Harry almost thought if he should bring his map, but the added rustling probably would have unnerved him even more than his excitement did. Filch could be lurking around any corner Harry turned, but he didn\'t care. It w't t't that far, just up another set of stairs and across a path way before he reached his destination.

He stood at the end of the Arithmancy hall, and slowly started down it. The doors were all shut, and he passed what he knew must be store rooms and practical practice class rooms. He came to the end, and he saw the last door ajar, just a large enough space for Mrs. Norris to squeeze through, and he approached it slowly. Harry pressed a hand against the heavy slab of wood and let it creak on its hinges, opening it into a larger hall, which was somewhat dusty and obviously used very little. He took a few steps and stopped. The torches were lit in their sconces, and this was the West corridor, unless he\'d gotten his directions mixed up. Doors were not left ajar in this castle unless something had left them that way on purpose.

Harry had to admit there was some small part of him that wanted to turn back, get out of there before he was the victim of a cruel prank, but he held fast and reached up to unbutton the clasp at his throat. He pulled the hood down, and let the invisible material fall open, revealing a stretch of his body down the center as he stood. He didn\'t know whether he should call out, but he didn\'t even have a name to call to. He took a breath and shrugged off the cloak, placing it where he knew he\'d remember, right next to a short pillar and a statue of an old wizard he had no name for.

He heard a loud noise, the door slamming behind him, and Harry turned around, wand already in hand, ready for a fight. He didn\'t want to admit for a brief moment he was disappointed that this really had been a joke, but before he could make a move to leave the hall, he felt warmth behind him, and his wand was slid from his suddenly lax hand. He spun just as quickly as before, and his face was no more than six inches away from mesmerizing mercurial eyes, staring him down. He heard the sound of his wand dropping from her fingers to the floor, sounding hollow and far away as she took slow steps forward, holding his eyes in hers.

Harry couldn\'t help but move back as she advanced, and he wasn\'t surprised when he felt his back against the wall. He watched the devilish smirk on her lips, and inhaled sharply at the sight of her tongue lapping out to trail over her bottom lip. Before he could do anything else, and it wasn\'t like he would have, if he\'d had a choice in the matter, her lips were on his again. They felt more firm today, like she was pressing harder, more aggressive. There was something about it that he wanted so much, but he couldn\'t quite put his finger on it as he slid his hands to her hips.

They weren\'t very wide, but his thumbs brushed over her hip bones, still very prominent even through the thin layer of her uniform shirt. It was unbuttoned at the bottom, and Harry couldn\'t help but become as aggressive as she was with her lips, so he took the time to feel his fingers under the sides of the material and stroke her sides gently. He was rewarded when she pressed up against him, pushing him harder against the wall. She was strong, but he felt very secure under her weight. They were so close, pressed so close together, and Harry couldn\'t hide his growing arousal when she was so tight against him.

He\'d never been this close to a woman before, or anyone, for that matter, and he was starting to think it was going to be as addictive as her lips. When she finally pulled away, Harry was breathless, and he opened his eyes to her, licking at his lips to find and taste more of her essence. She brought a hand up to brush a strand of hair away that had become stuck to her wet lips and smiled at him, showing bright teeth, and she was still pressed tightly against him. Harry hadn\'t even realized it, but the dark hair must have been brushing the sides of his face when she kissed him.

He could see it now, and he pulled a hand away from her hip to stroke it, feeling the smooth tresses through his fingers before sliding his hand up to her neck, pulling her closer again. She came compliantly, though she wouldn\'t stay on his lips, moving down his cheek to his jaw, and Harry\'s breath sped up as he felt a hand snake down between them, and settle against his erection. He gasped at the contact, turning to pressure, and he heard a faint chuckle near his ear, followed by wet lips and tongue, biting at his ear lobe.

\"Why haven\'t I seen you before the other day?\" Harry asked, noting his words were breathed out quick, wanting to have more time concentrating on her touch rather than hearing himself speak. She didn\'t answer, and he would have tried to ask again, but he couldn\'t force himself to as her other hand joined the first, pulling her body away from his, but giving so much more contact. His mouth worked as she began undoing the top button, and he almost sighed with relief as she drew the zipper down.

\"You see me everyday,\" she answered, her voice lighter than what he thought he heard the other day. It seemed to have a weight lifted from it, but it wasn\'t entirely real, and it seemed to bounce up in tone on the pronoun just like the waves of her dark hair. Harry thought about her words, quite astounded he could think clearly at all with her hand where it was, but he had to admit it was true. He did see her everyday, and in more way than one.

He even saw her every night, or at least something very close to her. He had dreams of his normal routines at Hogwarts, and there she was; only it wasn\'t her. He had dreams of the Death Eaters, the war to come, and there she seemed to be, but it wasn\'t her. Harry knew who she really was, and it really didn\'t matter to him anymore. Nothing this good could be bad, in his opinion, though clouded it may be at the moment. \"And you\'ve been thinking about me, too.\"

Harry nodded, and as she slid a soft hand into his trousers, under his pants, he hardly noticed that his hand on her neck had slid into her hair. He was almost grasping it, and he hoped he didn\'t pull at all; it was too beautiful to damage. He couldn\'t help the small thrust his hips made as she wrapped her fingers around his cock, and he knew she was smiling. \"You want me,\" she breathed, and suddenly his own breath sounded so much louder.

\"Yes,\" Harry replied, letting a moan out as well when her hand tightened. It felt so good, and he never wanted it to end, but something told him this would be nothing short of amazing in a few moments, even when her hand left him briefly. He felt hands on his hips, pushing and sliding the material down his thighs, and exposing his cock to the cool air. His hand now rested on the top of her head, and he hoped he hadn\'t pushed her down, but, knowing her as much as he did, he thought he could safely assume that she\'d gone down willingly.

That thought just made it all the more arousing, in Harry\'s opinion. He wanted to look down, but he didn\'t want to dare, especially when her hand wrapped around his cock again, stroking it slowly. Harry gasped, and then pulled his hand away to make sure he didn\'t hurt her, and immediately clenched them on either side of himself, twisting the fabric of his robes. His head rested against the stone wall behind him, and he began breathing in time to her firm strokes.

Harry had no idea whether he was doing this right, or if he should be returning any sort of favor, but all he could do right now was enjoy the moment, and what she gave to him. He didn\'t know where she was from, why she was here, or if she was going to stick around, and he didn\'t want to blow it, by, well, blowing it. She\'d eased her movements, now lazily pumping her hand, and then she let go, using only her fingers to stroke the velvety soft flesh. Harry could have looked down then, and he would have, but he had to fight to keep his eyes from rolling back when he felt hot breath over his prick, and then a dry kiss to the head.

His cock twitched, and he felt a droplet of precome ooze out. He gasped when she licked her tongue over the slit and then felt another kiss, wet this time, along the underside, followed by a teasing glide of the tip of her tongue under his glans. Harry shuddered, fighting the urge to thrust his hips forward. He could barely stand it, or hold back his climax, when she used both her tongue and lips to slide around the tip of his cock. It barely slipped into her mouth, and Harry groaned at the wet heat.

He finally gathered the courage to look down, and he thrusts his hips involuntarily. Before he could apologize, or get into any sort of panic at having hurt her, she adjusted to the movement naturally, and looked up at Harry. He watched as her hair swung lightly as her lips worked, kissing, teasing. She even bared her teeth and grazed the sensitive head of his cock, staring back at him. He couldn\'t take his eyes off of now even if the world was ending. Her makeup was blurred, not sharp, and Harry assumed it had been on for a while, or she had been squinting, looking around in the dark enough to smudge it with only the movement of her eyes.

He wondered if she\'d been up here long, even though he\'d come straight here after Hermione gave him the note. Perhaps she\'d even been waiting outside of the Gryffindor Tower for him, and he regretted sending Hermione to the library. If he\'d have offered to get it himself, he would have met this much sooner, with fewer excuses. Harry was still staring, not actually caring how many lies he had to tell to see the tongue licking his cock, the hand stroking him like it had been made to do so. It felt so natural, and she definitely knew what she was doing.

He didn\'t quite want to think of how she\'d come about that particular knowledge, but when she slid her fingers down to the base of his cock, mouth over the head, all thoughts left his mind but of her, as if that hadn\'t already been accomplished the first day he saw her in the Hall. Her fingers left his cock, and pushed between the bunched materials of his trousers to caress his balls. He inhaled sharply at the sensation, loving it instantly. He barely ever had time to go too far when he had a wank, since living in a dorm with four other blokes didn\'t quite permit a lot of time to himself, or make for a very comfortable atmosphere for such personal endeavors.

It felt so good to feel her hands cupping around him, and he almost didn\'t notice, though he had no idea how that could have happened, when she slid her mouth down around him further. His eyes wanted to close, but he couldn\'t shut out the sight of his cock half into her mouth and he knew it had to be approaching her throat as she moved down even more. She swirled her tongue under his cock, and pulled so gently on his balls, and he couldn\'t do anything but cry out when he felt his orgasm fast approaching at the new and exciting feelings.

She pulled back a little, and brought her free hand up from her lap and began stroking his cock again, rolling his balls with the other hand, and slicked her tongue up and down under Harry\'s cock. He couldn\'t stop it this time, and he didn\'t even want to try. Harry gasped again, trying not to cry out too loudly, since they weren\'t entirely too far from the Ravenclaw dormitories. He felt his cock twitch in the confines of her mouth, and he tried to pull back when he realized that he was coming in her mouth. He had no where to go, already backed against the wall, and she had moved the hand from his balls to hold his hip, stopping him from going anywhere.

Harry closed his eyes, leaning his head back as his orgasm wound down, his cock giving one more spurt before he suddenly felt cold. It brought his senses back to him, and he looked down to see her backing off his cock. She stood, throwing her dark hair over her shoulders, and looked him in the eye. Harry stared back, unsure of what to say, if anything. They\'d never talked before, but somehow that just seemed like the thing to do, but they hadn\'t gone this then, either. Harry moaned as his spent cock was touched again, carefully settled back into his clothes, but she didn\'t do them up.

He couldn\'t do anything but accept and untangle his hands from his robe to settle on her hips when she leaned in to kiss him. She met his open mouth, her tongue quickly meeting his, and he could taste his seed in her mouth as he brushed his tongue over hers. Her hands slid to his own, pulling them from her hips as they kissed, and she dragged one up her body, over her stomach, up her chest. He could feel the seams of her brassiere underneath, pulling away breathlessly to watch, and then his hand was lifted farther, to her lips. He watched as she pressed a warm kiss to his palm, and then forward again to kiss his lips, the corner of his mouth before letting go completely.

Harry felt something in his hand, and he knew it was another note. He didn\'t look at it, simply held it there between his fingers, watching as she walked towards the door. She didn\'t even look back, but it didn\'t bother Harry at all. That was the kind of girl she was, he supposed. He blinked his heavy eyes, finding it hard to see in the dim light of the corridor, the torches having gone down a lot. He buttoned his trousers and made his way to the pillar and statue he\'d left his cloak under. He wondered if she\'d lit them and he supposed so when he touched the handle, since they extinguished completely.

He slipped the note in his pocket as he walked along the main hall. He couldn\'t help but think how she got around the castle without being caught by the Prefects or Filch, but he slung his cloak over his shoulders and head, starting on his way back to the Gryffindor Tower. When he reached the portrait door, the Fat Lady opened without a qualm, knowing it to be Harry, even without him having to stick his head out. In truth, he\'d forgotten he was under the cloak, but she knew his voice well enough.

Hermione had her back to him when he came in the room, too busy contemplating and frowning over her next move on the board. Ron, however, seemed to have heard the portrait close, and he looked up. Harry knew he could probably see part of him, but he didn\'t care all that much; he was too tired, and he knew Ron would let it go. Too many times has he seen the familiar slight distortion of something he knew to be invisible right in front of his eyes, but Ron let it go, even though he was curious.

He looked straight at Harry, and Harry stopped, debating whether or not to let Ron know that he knew he\'d been spotted, but Ron shook his head to himself, looking back to the game of wizard\'s chess he and Hermione were playing. If Harry wanted to do something, let him be. Ron knew that he had a temper, but Harry, when he wasn\'t given enough space and privacy, was worse than any redhead\'s fury. Not even his duties as Prefect could override his common sense, something he was determined not to ever let happen anyway.

Harry sighed quietly, thankfully, to himself as he climbed the stairs. The door to their room was open, and the three other boys were already there, asleep. Ron and Hermione had been the only one\'s downstairs, and Harry wondered whether they actually knew he was out or not. It would seem like something they\'d assume, and he\'d already confirmed that Ron knew. Harry took off his cloak, sure that his room mates were fast asleep, and took off the spell from his curtains. He pulled the open and sat down on his bed, toeing his shoes off.

He sat on the edge of his bed for a moment, thinking, replying things in his mind, and he looked down at his lap, where he held the note. He\'d stuck it in his pocket, and he pulled it out before sitting down. He didn\'t want to read it until tomorrow, to keep some piece of his mysterious lover for another day, in case it was two more before he saw her again. He pushed it under his pillow and then looked at the hand that had held it. It had red smudges on it, her lipstick, and he smiled, remembering the feel of it.

Harry stood and shucked off the rest of his clothes carelessly, leaving them in a pile beside his bed. He couldn\'t be bothered to care about them at the moment, and the house elves would take care of them, anyway. He crawled under his covers, lying on his back and sighing, closing his eyes. He was tired; the walk back had been exhausting, and his body was drained from his exertions. Harry tried not to think, but he soon managed to fall asleep with the last thought that thinthing was trying to telling him, and it soon became all he could think of before he actually drifted off, that maybe he should make a point to observe a certain blonde on the other side of the Great Hall a little more.

The End