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Authors Note: PLEASE READ: Argh I'm sooooo sorry for the delay in this chapter and hopefully I've been able to make up for it by making it quite a bit longerr than my usual chapters but I got caught up in writing special fics for my friends (For everyone who reviewed my Harry/Draco smutfic 'Matinee' a huge thankyou and I hope you can see my time was well spent! :P) and if anyone who hasn't read it (shameless self plug alert) I'd like to point out that as my first fic to border on the vege on NC-17, I'm horribly proud of it smut, fluff, silliness et al. :D
Ok now to the SERIOUS WARNING!!!!!!!!!! This chapter contains some mild bloodplay and violence, a LOT of swearing (as do all the other chapters, damn my vocabulary). If anyone is offended by said mild bloodplay and violence I apologise and if you feel the need to flame me go ahead but don't say I didn't warn you.
Dedications: First and foremost to my beta and great friend Linda, I literally couldn't do this without her... or more likely I could it just wouldn't make any sense. :P And also this time to Angel who inspires me with the most FANTASTIC Draco icons and wallpaper to ever grace my computer and fire my imagination (and my lust :P) and last but SO not least for Katie (of Gryffindor) whose constant praise and fabulous fics are merely the icing on a fantastic friend. :D Watch this space Katie... I've got your Harry/Draco birthday fic coming and its got smut written alllllll over it. :D
On with the show....
Part 5: Beautiful When You're Angry.
Grateful for the lack of moonlight, Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter sped high into the night sky, seeking safety and great distance from their obsessed stalkers, shivering from a mixture of shock and the frigid night air.
"So, that was umm..." Harry began, blushing as he surveyed the area for a place to safely land.
"Disgusting, disturbing, terrifying, revolting, sickening...?"
"Interesting."
"Interesting??" Draco shrieked, loosing his hold on Harry to stare in horror at the back of the brunet's head before reattaching himself quickly as Harry looped in the air, laughing at the antics of his near hysterical passenger. Draco swallowed, moving his stomach from his throat back to its rightful place, digging his fingertips into the soft spot beneath Harry's ribcage in petty payback. He found himself biting back a grin as he heard a delighted chuckle from Harry at the gesture and for a moment it seemed as if there had never been any enmity between them.
"How about landing over on the opposite side of the lake?" Harry called over his shoulder, "Should take our 'avid' pursuers a while to get around it... that is unless they follow our example and all grab broomsticks." Draco nodded thoughtfully; grin fading as he remembered that this was enforced camaraderie, not actual friendship that drove them to work together.
"I don't think they'll get brooms Potter, they seem to be acting under group mentality with bloody Granger as ringleader and as long as she's on foot they're 'all' on foot."
Harry considered this, fighting the smirk that threatened at the corners of his mouth of Draco's forgetting to call Hermione 'mud-blood'.
"Ah but she's smart Draco... she might realise that the quickest way to track us is by broom."
The blond Slytherin raised an immaculate eyebrow, fixing Harry with the Medusa/Malfoy crossbreed stare (patent pending). "Smart she may be 'Potter' but she's also the lust crazed female who locked her fellow lunatics from the room she caught us in." The eyebrow dropped back into place as he shuddered delicately, his eyes moving from Harry's face to stare at horrors unknown back towards the school. "She wants us, and badly enough that she won't let anyone get to us before she does. Gods, she might even screw the others over to keep us for herself again. Sneaky, that girl is, damn sneaky. Sneaky 'and' smart... bad mixture."
Bringing the broom to ground level, Harry hopped off, letting the handle sweep backwards from his weight loss, tipping Malfoy to the ground.
"Excuse me Draco," He gasped in mock horror "Smart, sneaky, lust crazed... did you just imply that my good friend Hermione is, in fact, a Slytherin???" Before Draco could do more than drop his jaw in outrage from his supine (not to mention sore) position on the ground, Harry clicked his fingers, grinning down at the blond. "Oh wait," He amended, tongue firmly in his cheek rather than Draco's for the first time in this story "My bad, that would be 'stupid', 'ugly', sneaky and lust crazed."
Stupid, Draco could accept, he hadn't chosen his sidekicks for their amazing intellective skills. But Ugly? With a roar, Draco shot to his superb, elegantly shod feet.
"Right! That's it Potter and do notice that 'you' are still Potter despite your now horrifyingly frequent use of 'my' given name although I admit I'll get decidedly more pleasure out of hearing you screaming it amidst pleas for mercy which, I'll tell you now, you're not getting."
Harry, during this tirade, merely folded his arms across his chest and grinned like the cat that just found the combination to the safe with the heavily drugged canary in it.
"Stop smiling Potter, your teeth'll fall out too quickly if I hit you looking like that and I won't get half as much pleasure from it." Harry had the gall, at this point, to start laughing, a full, rich belly laugh that resounded in Draco's ears and had the regrettable effect of making his toes curl somewhat. As if the implication that Draco was even slightly less than the poster boy for physical perfection, the added insult of Harry's genuine mirth was simply too much for the non-ugly, non-stupid Slytherin to take. With a screech worthy of a banshee, Draco threw himself at the still chuckling Harry, the impact bearing them both to the ground, only recently vacated by the impassioned blond.
The combination of the cold ground beneath him and the raging wizard atop him, had a somewhat cooling effect on the young Gryffindor. Grabbing wildly at the slim wrists connected to hand pale hands closing round his throat, he thrashed against Malfoy, trying to dislodge him.
"Draco! Draco stop.... you don't understand! I was just... DRACO STOP!" Draco, who had, by this point, torn his hands from Harry's throat and pinned the Gryffindors above his head against the cold earth beneath him, snarled, teeth gleaming, bright and feral in the moonlight.
The soft haze over the night sky lit Draco from behind with an ethereal glow and for a badly timed moment it was all Harry could do to stare up into the angry yet angelic face above him. A lock of silver white hair fell forward into Draco's eyes and he blew impatiently at it, the oddly childish action bringing a goofy smile to the Gryffindors face.
"Something funny, Potter?" The snarling teeth came closer still and the smile melted away as Draco pressed himself harder into the teenager, crushing the air from him with his weight.
"I asked you what's funny, Scar-Face?"
"You, this, me.... don't you get it Malfoy? This is the problem... here... now... if you don't get off me... you're... 'Merlin', quit crushing me would you? If you don't calm down and get the fuck off me you're going to end up with your tongue halfway down my throat again, all right? Now get OFF!"
Draco, who had been smirking maliciously at Harry's desperate to both speak and breathe at the same during Harry's little speech, sat back, straddling Harry's lower body and effectively holding him in place whilst still pinning his hands above his head. He sneered into the brunet's anxious face, "All right Potter, not that that's not a highly terrifying and hideously revolting threat... but would you mind explaining just what the fuck you mean before I beat your face in?"
"Look 'Malfoy', Harry sighed long-sufferingly, "This is hard enough to explain without you're quite frankly pitiful attempts at threatening me so would you mind getting a sodding clue long enough for me to put this into small enough words for your teeny tiny little mind to comprehend, do you think you could do that for me?"
One exquisitely shaped silver eyebrow shot gracefully upwards. "You all done talking Potter?" Malfoy inquired solicitously, mouth drawing into a thin line at Harry's wary nod, "Good, now get ready to spit teeth." His fist shot backwards to gain velocity, freeing Harry's to spring out and catch it mere inches from his face, struggling furiously once more.
"Malfoy... wait! All right... I'm sorry... you're 'not' ugly or stupid... in fact you're really quite good-looking and 'highly' capable of understanding big words ok? Will you just listen to me for one minute, just 'one' minute Malfoy?"
It was getting harder to withhold Draco's right fist with his left hand and Harry could feel the sweat beading on his brow with effort. "Draco... please?"
Anger still flickered in the blond's gaze but he slowly released his death grip on Harry's right hand and sat back once more, fist falling to his lap.
"'Quite' good-looking?" He queried coolly and Harry sighed again, closing his eyes briefly in defeat.
"Fine... you're quite possibly the closest thing to handsome in Slytherin... ok, OK!" He stopped, holding his newly freed hands up and grinning lop-sidedly up at the again silently fuming young wizard "I'm kidding, I'm kidding... what do you want me to say? That you're 'the' most attractive, mind-blowingly sexy, 'brutally' hot person that I've ever seen and am ever likely to meet?"
The eyebrow quirked again, in perfect time with one corner of Draco's mouth, as he purred, "It's a start."
Harry rolled his eyes again for good measure before fixing Draco with a resigned stare.
"You're gorgeous and you know it." He stated simply.
A small blush crept over the two wizards equally enviable cheekbones and for a moment they just looked at each other in silence before Draco exhaled heavily. "What?"
Harry narrowed his eyes in confusion. "Hmm?"
"What."
"What?"
Draco blinked, "What?"
"That's what I asked you!"
"What? Why?"
"You're not making any sense!"
"What? I'm making perfect sense you bloody Gryffindor Pratt!"
"Don't shout at me... you bloody started it!"
"WHAT?"
Draco had been happily enjoying the afterglow of what had quite possibly been the single nicest and most sincere compliment he had ever received but now he could feel his irritation creeping slowly up the scale.
"Ok Potter, we're going to take this slowly all right?" Harry snorted at this, glancing down to where Draco's hips pinned Harry's to the ground, waggling his eyebrows a la Groucho Marx. Draco exhaled slowly, closing his eyes briefly. It wasn't going to be a long night; it was going to be interminable.
"Potter. There is only one thing coming between me and my desire to kill you and that is my simple overwhelming curiosity to hear what amazing and outright ridiculous theory you believe would make me so much as touch you let alone allow you to violate my person... 'again.' So start talking."
Potter looked remarkably relaxed as he shrugged himself upwards, propping his weight on his shoulders and elbows, leaning up to smirk in a truly Malfoy-esque way, "You heard me wrong Draco, I said that 'you' would be violating 'me' if you didn't stop.... but that's not the point," he amended hurriedly seeing murder flickering in the silver blond's eyes, "The point 'is'... what do all our...Ummm... encounters have in common?"
Draco sat back further, propping his weight on his haunches as he tried to dispel how good and natural it had felt to have Harry looking up at him. For a brief moment he had been talking earnestly, shy grin twisting his features into gentle expressions far from anger that Draco had felt himself sinking into, almost desperate to bring up the weather just to hear Harry's further inanities in that serious, low, soft tone. Harry now sat up, resting his palms against the dirt to look questioningly at the thoughtful Slytherin who shrugged, unable to rouse himself from his sudden appreciation of the trim Seekers from beneath him.
"Think about it... what happened the first time? You sneered at Ron, Ron bit, I stepped in, we fought then someone yelled some kind of spell or hex or something..." he blushed here, grinning crookedly up at a reluctantly still oddly charmed Draco, "I didn't really pay a lot of attention.... I just heard the yell, saw the blue smoke and then.... well unfortunately we both know the rest...but, d'you see where I'm going with this Malfoy?"
Malfoy shifted, making himself more comfortable on Harry's lap without even a flash of self consciousness, frowning down at the Gryffindor but intending it for himself as he realised he'd no idea what Harry'd been saying, so lost had he been in that seductive baritone. "Sorry Potter," he murmured huskily, raising a smooth silver brow in deliberate self- deprecation, "But due to an unexpected lack of oxygen at all too frequent intervals this evening... I fear my mind is not all it once was."
He hadn't expected Potters easy laugh, the crinkling, bright eyes behind thick lenses and for a moment was tempted to grin back at him, the urge fortunately smothered by years of training how in the art of 'Holier Than Thou' crossed with 'Who're You Looking At... Ugly?' receded into a mere lip quirk and the eyebrow lowering again.
"Ok, ok," the golden boy laughed, "Put it this way... Great Hall, screaming and shouting equals kissy-kissy, under my cloak... kissy-kissy, base of the tower... kissy-kissy and if I hadn't stopped you just a moment ago..."
"Potter if you say 'kissy kissy' just once more I'm going to invert that pretty little nose of yours and if that isn't the biggest load of Hippogriff shite I've 'ever' heard I..."
"Its 'not' shite Malfoy, you're the one who said you couldn't think straight so if you've got a fucking better explanation then I'm all ears Malfoy, I'm all sodding ears."
Draco (along with all the strictly canonical fans) sat back with a sigh of relief as both boys resumed their standard practice of glaring poison tipped, razor edged daggers at one another.
Malfoy smirked, more than happy to get back to disparaging the boy wonders mental abilities. "Look Potter, just because I've got no more clue than you on this is no reason to get bitchy. Now why don't we pretend you never spoke to save you embarrassment and just because blocking you out is a major hobby of mine ok?"
Harry appeared infuriated for a second then relaxed, a sinister smile blatantly ripped off from the Malfoy/Riddle franchise twisting his full lips. "So its hippogriff shit still, huh?"
Malfoy merely allowed his smirk to spread into a pitying smile and Harry pushed himself forwards, looking directly up into his young nemeses' face. "Did you block me out when you had your hands on my ass and my tongue in your mouth too Malfoy?" He whispered, baring his teeth in victory as Malfoy reddened. Draco's head was still searching wildly for a suitable scathing retort when Harry bucked his still pinned pelvis upwards slightly as Harry, purring mockingly as he pressed his mouth to Draco's ear, continued "Or was it," another small thrust here, "too 'hard' for you to ignore?"
Draco's mouth dropped open, his face flushing as he gargled, enraged before closing his hands around the Gryffindors throat, squeezing hard around the windpipe, slamming his head backwards into the ground. Harry groaned, ears ringing from impact and a dull throb at the back of his skull, his fist shooting up to connect with Malfoy's nose, accompanied by a wet crunching sound. Blood spurted from the indented Malfoy beak, covering the writhing, gasping oxygen deprived Gryffindor beneath and Malfoy shrieked, his hands coming away from Harry's tortured throat to close over his own face.
Harry then punched him in the gut, bucking and trying to dislodge the now doubled over, bleeding Slytherin. "Fucking bastard..." he croaked through his tortured windpipe, "What the hell were you doing, trying to fucking kill me? Finish off your daddy's new bestest mate's work, huh?"
He latched onto Malfoy's silken hair with both hands and yanked the blond's head to his to yell into the ire-filled face, blood still rolling down his face in thick hot waves to drip across Harry's chest. "Fucking answer me!" he snarled, air leaving him in a sudden gasp as Malfoy's fist imbedded itself in his solar plexus, "Shut," panted the winded and light headed Ice Prince, yanking Harry's arms down, pinning them against the ground heedless of the hair torn from his head by the action, "the fuck 'up'!" And, possibly more to his surprise than Harry's, he bit him, hard, tearing through Harry's lower lip, filling both their mouths with blood as he jerked his head to the side, tearing as much as he cut.
Harry yelped in pain, mouth parting to admit Draco's furious, seeking tongue, the blood from Draco's broken nose seeping through to flavour Harry's own, forced past his lips with Malfoy's brutal kiss. He thrashed against the gruesome onslaught, biting down hard on Draco's clever tongue, revelling in the hiss of pain that accompanied its retreat. Tumultuous silver met raging green, the moon casting white light across their faces, the skin bright and clear, the blood shining dark and malevolent between them, one glittering bead of ruby dangling from Draco's lip before slashing back to Harry's, its progress carefully observed by each shivering, gasping boy. Harry swallowed, jaw clenching, the sudden tightening of his face causing a fresh bead to form upon his torn, ravaged lip and with a soft groan Draco lowered his head, Harry's shudders increasing tenfold as Malfoy sucked gently, drawing yet more ruby liquid butt somehow draining the pain with each smooth stroke of his blood-wet tongue.
Somehow, as Draco softly worshiped the space he'd just plundered, Harry found his hands were free to tangle in Draco's hair, his lips drawn into a silken vacuum, each pulse of blood through his shredded mouth captured, his every breath swallowed and returned to him on a moan. Draco lifted his mouth for a moment to intake oxygen, eyes glazing over at Harry's whimper as the lack of kisses sent the stinging in his lips into pain overload. "So beautiful when you're angry," he murmured, closing his lips around Harry' tortured ones again, "So fucking beautiful."
He ground his hips into Harry's, fussing softly into Harry's lips at the sudden lack of response, tentative and troubled though it had been. The quick moment of pain had sharpened Harry's senses and, brain firmly back inside his head rather than slowly sinking southwards, he patiently if somewhat breathlessly awaited Draco's withdrawal. Harry's stillness had finally pervaded the young Slytherins clouded mind and he drew back slowly, watching for the censure in the brunet's eyes. What he found there was a stilted triumph and quiet patience. "Choke hold, broken nose... kissy- kissy." Harry rasped.
Draco nodded slowly and passed out, pinning Harry beneath him once more. Harry slipped a hand beneath the prone wizards chin, tilting his face away from his blood sodden clothes, half smiling, and half wincing as the blond took a much needed, wet sounding breath.
"Beautiful when you're unconscious Draco," he whispered, smoothing the hair from his brow and smiling. "I think I like you better this way." And he let his head fall back against the earth, closing his eyes and sighing. The night had just become a lot more complicated. "Bloody kissy-kissy." He grumbled, and let the darkness take him.
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"I'm sick."
Harry shook his head in exasperation. Having woken a few moments before, he'd revived the Slytherin and healed his broken nose, even taking the time to charm off the bloodstains. Now he needed help in fixing his badly ripped mouth and all Draco could do was huddle over himself, staring back and forth between Harry's mouth and the ground, repeatedly muttering the same words, "I am, I'm sick."
Harry sighed, wincing as his hot breath crossed his still sluggishly bleeding lips, reiterating the same point he'd been making for the past five minutes. "You're 'not' sick. it's a spell, every time we fight we end up going at each other in ways we don't usually go 'at' each other.. This was just a perversion of our normal brawling. no biggie." He winced again as he tried to smile reassuringly at the silver haired boy before him, "Now could you help me out here, I can't see where to heal here."
Draco glanced backwards over his slumped shoulder, a tremor of shame running through him as he noted the ragged strips of skin and bruised, bleeding flesh that was Harry's mouth. He would have resumed his self-pity party but the slight pallor of Harry's face and the way his words together showed the pain the Gryffindor was trying in vain to hide. Crawling awkwardly, Draco found himself kneeling before Harry, blushing again in shame, an emotion previously unknown before that evening. He cupped Harry's jaw without pause, steeling himself for any horror or revulsion in the wide green gaze but all he found was the dull light of pain and an odd gratitude and sympathy as the smile Harry attempted failed before it had even started, the brunet wincing more as more crimson beads formed across his lips.
Malfoy lifted his wand, oddly gratified at the lack of fear shown as he pointed it directly at Harry's face, muttering gentle numbing and repair charms, adding a cleaning spell to remove all traces of blood from the relieved Gryffindor, who smiled now that he was able to do so.
"Thank you." He beamed, deliberately over enunciating his words with his pain free lips and a small smile crept over Draco's face. "You're welcome and I... Ummm, that is I . I'm ."
Harry interrupted him, smiling still "Its alright Malfoy, you don't have to apologise. I know you're sorry and I'm a big enough person to let it slide," He mock severely waggled a finger at a bemused Draco, "Just don't let it happen again young man."
Draco rolled his eyes, flushing in barely hidden relief and gratitude as he gave Harry the finger, "Oh Harry," he uttered mock reverently "You're such a big man," he ignored Harry's leer and raised eyebrow with a little less than all of his restraint, "Golly, I sure do hope I'm as noble as you when I grow up."
Harry snorted in amusement, standing and hauling Malfoy to his feet alongside him. "Golly?" He queried, grinning as Malfoy added another digit to his previous salute. "Besides," he continued as they dusted down their clothes, muttering cleaning charms on top of cleaning charms to remove the stubborn bloodstains, " I can afford to be the noble one, this is, after all, totally your fault."
Draco stopped, jaw agape in indignation. "'My' fault?" He yelped, hopping on one foot as he'd been holding one leg up to get a better aim at a particularly tricky mud smear from the back of his calf. "How in the name of Raistlin is this whole ghastly mess 'my' fault Potter? You're the one foiling death attempts between classes not me; I'm not the one on the Dark Lords hit list! This" he dropped his leg and gestured emphatically between them before prodding a slim pointed finger into the centre of Harry's chest, "This," he reiterated, " Is (prod) All (prod) Your (prod) Fault (push)."
Harry shoved back, laughing. "Oh sure Malfoy, I'm just certain Lord Voldemort woke up this morning trying to think of new and ingenious ways to kick my bucket and suddenly, there he was halfway through eating his Weetabix when he jumps up 'Eureka,' he cries 'I've got it! My new and dastardly plot to pop the clogs of the devilishly handsome boy who lived is thus! I shall cast a spell, a devious, nasty, evil and most likely not very nice spell and then Harry Potter shall choke to death on the tongue of his most hated school rival Draco Malfoy!!!! Muhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"
Here Harry broke off, raising a satirical eyebrow towards his 'most hated school rival' who was currently trying not to dissolve into hysterics over Harry's little 'dark Lord' impression. "Anybody ever tell you that sarcasm is the lowest form of wit, Potter?" he drawled solicitously, lip quirking as Harry winked and beamed at him.
"'Course they did," he laughed, "Thought it might appeal to you." They both chuckled, blushing and suddenly ill at ease with the camaraderie that had sprung up between them.
"So," Draco said over loudly and clearing his throat "If its 'not' your fault, why does it have to be mine?"
Harry rolled his eyes, "I can't believe you get higher marks than me," he muttered, "Think about it Malfoy, the first time it happened today you had already been picking on half the occupants of the great hall," he paused at Malfoy's indignant squawk ('I do not pick') "Oh you do too, anyway, you'd been picking on loads of people then it got a little out of hand and as we started fighting somebody threw a hex our way. I'm betting it was meant for you because." he trailed off grinning and holding out a hand, offering Draco the chance to finish the sentence.
"You're the most annoying, arse licking goody two shoes in the country?" Draco chirruped in a distinctly Colin Creevey style voice and Harry broke out laughing, "No," he giggled, sending involuntary chills down the Slytherins spine, "you were supposed to do the 'Golly and noble' speech again but I guess that'll do."
Draco smothered his smile and schooled his features into a baleful glare, not fooling the other wizard in the slightest, "So what you're saying is that I'm the more likely suspect for a vengeful hex, hmm? Then why're you involved?"
Both boys stood in silence, thoughtfully replaying the horrors of the great hall incident over and over in their heads. "There was a crash," Draco murmured and Harry nodded.
"And someone, a guy, I think, shouted something."
"Blue smoke." Draco ran through every spell he could think of involving blue smoke but came up short.
Harry sighed "Ok, brain storm time. A smashing sound and blue smoke so it's probably a potion."
Draco nodded enthusiastically, mind clicking into gear "And it was accompanied by an incantation of sorts meaning whatever it was it should have been powerful, possibly more powerful than they expected."
"But meant for you."
"But 'you' got in the way."
"So my being there through the spell off course resulting in whatever the hell this is."
"Precisely."
"So what 'is' this?"
"Not sure, anger seems to lead to passion, distorted and sick though it seems, it's definitely passion."
"Isn't anger a passion anyway?"
"Kind of, that's probably why this keeps happening. It was probably designed to react to my words or actions and cause an adverse reaction to teach me to mind my temper or something."
Harry grinned and Draco covered his answering smile with a clumsy smirk. "What?"
"We're working together. Without fighting."
Something bubbled in Draco's stomach and he couldn't quite suppress the smile that time.
"Don't get used to it Potter," he drawled, the effect quite spoilt by the lingering smile in his eyes "Its only temporary, the second we get out of this annoying situation I'll go right back to being superior to you in every sense and you can go back to being ugly and badly dressed."
"You forgot hideously scarred and the rumoured best Seeker Hogwarts ever saw."
Draco sneered, " I don't deal in fiction Potter." Harry's face lit up with mischief
"Oh! Then I'm 'not' hideously scarred!" He chirped in glee and Draco scowled.
"Fuck off Potter." He muttered; his brows drawing together as Harry's expression suddenly became preoccupied.
"Draco," he began and said boy was glad for the pause, ignoring the quick hot twitch in his chest that came from hearing his given name in that gentle baritone "Draco, if that spell was designed for you, just you, complete with pre-brewed potion and incantation then shouldn't my presence have had no effect on the spell?"
Draco's jaw fell open as his brows shot to his hairline. "Potter," he said in shock "did you just 'out-think' me?"
Harry blushed and squirmed shyly, "S'ok, you've had a rough day. Its not likely to happen again anytime soon."
For some reason this annoyed Draco, "Come off it Potter, you're not actually stupid, you just never study and we both know its been you with the level head tonight so leave the Harry-bashing to me, alright?" Harry blushed even harder and Draco looked at the ground in horror. Had he really just defended Harry's honour to Harry himself? When he found out who cast that spell there was going to be some 'serious' vengeance to be had.
"So," Harry stuttered, crimson, "Now all we have to do is figure out who hates you and could have botched up the spell to such a high degree."
Here Draco's confidence returned, "Duh, Scar head," he mocked "There are only two people I can think of in this school who hate me that much and could possibly destroy the world as we know it simply by looking at a cauldron."
Harry laughed, catching on. "And I'm here so that only leaves."
Draco nodded, eyes gleaming dangerously in the darkness. "Longbottom."
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Neville lay in his bed in the infirmary, staring up at the ceiling, as he had been when Madam Pomfrey left him there. He hadn't meant to hit Harry with the hex and he 'certainly' hadn't meant for what had followed between his friend and most hated foe. But most of all he hadn't meant for the sight of them, arms wound tightly about each other, tongues duelling, moans colouring the air, to be so unbearably arousing. Was he gay? He didn't know and if he was he was certain his grandmother wouldn't be pleased. She hadn't really told him much about gay people but as far as he could tell they were bad, evil sorts, most likely to steal your purse and kick your puppy. His eyes filled with tears. He didn't want to steal peoples purses and he didn't want to kick puppies, even ones that had bitten him in the past. All he wanted was to watch Malfoy whimpering against Harry's mouth once more, hands twisting in each other's hair. He shudder as delicious thoughts ran through his brain, if he didn't think about his grandmother it wasn't so bad and he distinctly remembered Seamus offering to teach him how to kiss once before, maybe he could still take him up on the offer..
During this little introspective rambling, Neville had failed to notice the infirmary doors swing open and a figure come to stand over his bed, smiling with a great deal of triumph and self-satisfaction at the nervous boy laying there.
"Hello Neville."
Neville jumped and twitched, as he was often wont to do and gasped. "Her... Hermione?"
Tbc. :D
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