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Romeo + Romeo by NikkiBlack

Format: Short story
Chapters: 4
Word Count: 11,351
Status: Abandoned

Rating: Mature
Warnings: Strong Language, Mild Violence, Scenes of a Sexual Nature,

Genres: Romance
Characters: Draco, Harry
Pairings: Others

First Published: 12/05/2004
Last Chapter: 01/21/2005
Last Updated: 01/21/2005

Summary:

Hate. It’s such a funny word isn’t it? I mean, we use it every day, but do we ever really mean it? What happens when two supposed rivals bump into each other at a masquerade and feelings are revealed? Was there ever any hate there or was it all a misconception brought on by family hatred and school ties? **Harry/Draco slash based off of William Shakespeare’s Romeo & Juliet but will not follow that story line exactly**


Chapter 1: The Hogwarts Express
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Romeo + Romeo
By: NikkiBlack
Genre: Romance
Rating: R
Warning: Harry/Draco slash, if you don't like it then please leave.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything Harry Potter related. Also, I do not own parts of this plot and story line, parts of that which you recognize are from William Shakespeare's play Romeo and Juliet. So basically, anything you recognize is not mine. Lastly, I am not making any money off of this.



The Hogwarts Express

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It was a warm and sunny September the first as many students gathered on platform 9 3/4 to begin their year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Parents held back their tears as their ‘little babies’ left the nest for the first time to begin their schooling. Older students’ parents accepted rushed hugs and goodbyes as their children ran off to be reunited with their friends. The platform was packed with families and groups of friends chatting away and saying their goodbyes. The crowd parted and made way for a lone figure. Draco Malfoy made his way toward the train with his Malfoy sneer firm in place. Younger students backed away quickly out of fear of the tall blonde Slytherin and older students backed away just as quickly.



Oh, but it was good to be a Malfoy. Draco strolled onto the train and into the first compartment he came to. With a simple glare the blonde quickly and effectively cleansed the compartment of the 2nd year Hufflepuff scum who had been previously occupying it. Draco wasted no time in taking a seat on the comfortable bench and stretching out his long, elegant legs. Slim fingers ran through silky white blonde threads, a sigh escaping his lips.



The compartment door opened to reveal two very large, very beefy looking boys. Malfoy greeted his acquaintances with a simple nod of recognition and stood up from the cushy seat to face his fellow Slytherin’s.



“Crabbe, Goyle. I have a prefects meeting to attend, watch the compartment. And do try not to eat yourselves to death while I’m gone.” Draco said in disgust as Goyle shoved a chocolate frog into his fat face.



Slytherin’s prince exited his compartment and sauntered down the aisle. A few fifth year girls blushed and giggled as he sent them his trade marked smirk. He continued down a few more doors before stopping in front of one labelled Prefect’s Only he opened the door and entered the compartment, eager to get the meeting over with.



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An unruly black mop of hair was seen bobbing through the crowds as Harry Potter made his was through the platform. The crowds didn’t part like they had for the blonde but eyes were most certainly on him. Parents whispered and kids pointed as the teenager made his way towards the train. Most people weren’t quite sure to make of the boy after the last few years media explosion featuring the wizarding worlds saviour. Many had thought him a crazy pathological liar up until a few weeks ago when Voldemort’s return was officially announced and accepted by the Ministry. Now that everyone was sure of his sanity the entire community came running back to his side, practically begging to be saved once again for the darkness that was fast approaching.



The boy’s head was bowed and the he was barely recognisable as the courageous, fun-loving Gryffindor leader everyone knew him as. No, this Harry Potter had his back slouched, hair messier than usual and clothes so baggy they completely tented his entire form. But Harry wasn’t even aware of the eyes on him as he continued his journey to the Hogwarts Express, too involved inside his own head to worry about the outside world.



Harry made his way silently to the back of the train where he took residence in his usual compartment. He sat leaned against the window and stared out through the glass, not seeing what he watched as he was lost in his thoughts.

*I can’t believe I’m back. This is my 6th year and it’s the first year I’ve actually dreaded returning. I don’t know if I can take it this year. All the staring, the gossip, the pointing. All they want me for is someone to save them. And if anything goes wrong, someone to blame. But I’m not angry with them for that. I am to blame. I could have stopped it all. If I hadn’t gone meddling in things which I don’t belong, if I would have listened to the Order, if I would have thought about anyone but myself, none of this would have happened. They would still be alive.* Harry thought as he rested his forehead against the warm glass of the window.



The summer had not gone well for Harry. The Dursley’s had been worse than ever, and if that wasn’t bad enough he was lost inside his own mind for most of the time. He shut himself out from everyone as he attempted to deal with Sirius’s death. Not that anyone had tried to hard to keep him from slipping away. Sure, he received a few owls, but they had been much like those of the summer before fifth year. Vague and more frustrating than helpful. But what did he expect really? Seriously, he was only the boy who had escaped Lord Voldemort 5 times in his 16 years, only the boy who was meant to either save the wizarding world from evil or die trying. Really now, who was he to expect information about the war?



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The Prefect compartment door swung open half an hour later and the hard working students poured out into the halls. Draco Malfoy stepped out last and rubbed his temples, attempting to rid his mind of his frustration and boredom brought by the younger house prefects. He was quite glad for the break but was greatly annoyed by the fact that he had to go back into that compartment and sit with the dim witted, inane children who called themselves prefects. But what was worse than the young students was Granger and Weasley, or Mudblood and Weasel as Draco preferred to call them. They were either staring at each other like love sick puppies or Mublood was acting all superior and intelligent and Weasel acting like his normal idiotic self. Draco wondered for what seemed the hundredth time just how the hell Weasley got the prefect badge over Dumbledore’s pet and Gryffindor’s golden boy, the famous Harry Potter.



Draco got a quick drink from the trolley and was making his way back to the compartment when something large and very solid came in contact with his back with enough momentum to almost send him flying into a wall. Almost. If Draco had in fact made contact with that wall and his perfect body been damaged, there would be hell to pay. However, he was a Malfoy, so there was going to be hell to pay either way.



“Bloody hell!” Draco yelled as he spun around to face his attacker.



Who he saw was none other than Ron Weasley, getting up from the floor after apparently having tripped.



“Sod off Malfoy, it was your bloody goons who tripped me, yell at them not me Ferret.” Ron said angrily as he pulled himself up to his full height.



Draco took his time just then to look past Weasley, in his initial rage he hadn’t been focussed on anything but what could have caused his near fall. It was then that he saw Crabbe and Goyle standing in a near doorway, trying to look innocent but their fear of Draco’s reaction gave it all away.



“Well Weasel, perhaps if you had control of those gangly limps of yours you wouldn’t be tripping over everything in sight.” Draco spat as he moved to stand by his fellow Slytherin’s.



Ron’s eyes narrowed to slits and his hands clenched into fists. He was about to pounce of the blonde haired boy when a gentle hand touched his shoulder effectively pulling his mind away from the Slytherin’s for a moment.



“Ron, Malfoy,” Hermione began, “the break is just about over so we should be returning now.” She finished, knowing full well they were in the middle of an argument but hoping to end it.



“That’s right Gryffindorks, let’s get back to that oh so exciting meeting led by your house mate Kirke.” Draco said in a sarcastic draw.



“Can it Malfoy. Kirke’s a better Head Boy than you could ever hope to be, your just angry because no Slytherin has enough brains to hold the position.” Ron said venomously.



“Ron, just drop it.” Hermione hissed and tugged on his sleeve.



“That’s right Weasel, listen to your mudblood girlfriend.” Draco teased.



“That’s it ferret.” Ron warned as he lunged at Malfoy.



Though Crabbe and Goyle were quite large, their reflexes were very slow. Draco’s reflexes were considerably quicker and he tried to dodge the angry red head, but yet he wasn’t fast enough and was tackled to the ground. Ron pulled back his fist, preparing for the punch when-



“WHAT is going on here?” A voice suddenly boomed down the hall, causing all five 6th years to halt immediately.



Everyone’s heads turned to see the very angry looking Head Boy, Gryffindor’s Andrew Kirke. Malfoy took no time shoving Ron off of him and quickly standing, he dusted off his robes and straightened them with his hands.



“I said, what is going on here?” Kirke asked the two boys angrily.



“Malfoy started it! He called ‘Mione a-“ Ron began but was cut off almost immediately by Malfoy.



“I did not start it Weasley! You’re the one who tripped over his troll feet and crashed into my-” Malfoy said but he, as well, was cut off quickly.



“I don’t care who started it! The point is that you’re both bloody prefects! You’re supposed to set an example and stop the younger students from acting as childishly as you just were. Get back into the compartment and if you so much as breath loudly at one another I’ll report to Dumbledore and see that both of you are stripped of your badges.” Kirke said in a deadly serious tone.



The boys both nodded, Ron hung his head in shame while Malfoy held his a bit higher and stormed off to the prefects compartment, pushing younger students out of his way as he went.



Ron and Hermione were for the first time aware of the small crowd that had formed around them which mostly consisted of younger students. The kids went back into the compartments quickly when Kirke sent them a glare and he too stormed back to the prefects compartment.



“I hate that bloody ferret.” Ron said in a low voice once Kirke and Malfoy were both out of ear shot.



“I know Ron, so do I.” Hermione said.



The pair took another second to compose themselves then followed the rest of the prefects to continue the meeting.



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Harry Potter sat leaned up against the wall with his forehead pressed against the window. He stared out lazily and watched as the scenery flew by. He hadn’t seen Ron or Hermione yet and though they were about an hour into the train ride he wasn’t worried, he knew their prefects duties would occupy them for most of the trip. Instead of worry about them he relaxed in his seat and thought to himself.



The door slid open almost soundlessly and when Harry looked up to see who was the cause of the disruption he saw a mass of brown hair which he recognized immediately as his best girl friend, Hermione Granger.



“Hey Harry, how was your summer?” Hermione said as she pulled the boy into a hug.



“It was alright ‘Mione.” Harry replied.



Well, it wasn’t a complete lie, just a bending of the truth. He didn’t want to worry his friends with his summer life so he decided it was best to keep it to himself. Hermione took a seat across from Harry and smiled brightly. Harry forced a smile back then turned his attention once more to the window.



“Harry, are you alright? Because well, after last year... and your letters were quite vague when you wrote to me.” Hermione said with concern in her eyes, wisely avoiding direct mention of Sirius’ death.



“I was vague? Good. Maybe now you have some idea of how it is to be me Hermione.” Harry said bitterly to his friend.



Hermione didn’t seem too shocked by his outburst, Harry was quite prone to slight tantrums after all. The girl looked down to her feet for a moment before looking back up to her friend.



“I’m sorry Harry. But you know how it is, we couldn’t tell you anything that could be used against us. But really Harry, are you alright? The end of last year was pretty bad what with you and Cho breaking up and what happened at the ministry... but well, you didn’t talk to anyone about it and you don’t look too well.” Hermione said as her eyes searched the boy before her for answers.



Harry mentally sighed. Of course he wasn’t alright, but he couldn’t tell her that he was angry with himself for killing Sirius, and he most definitely couldn’t tell her about the prophecy...



“I’m upset about what happened with Cho.” Harry blurted out before he had time to think.



Hermione’s concerned eyes suddenly turned sad and he was almost sure he heard some female cooing as the girl practically leap from her seat to squish him into a very tight hug. Girls. Harry thought to himself.



“Oh Harry, it’s ok. I don’t think Cho was good enough for you anyways, she was too self absorbed and personally I think she was only after your fame. But of course your upset, she was your first real girlfriend...” Hermione went on telling Harry that he was too good for her, that things turned out for the best, and that it was ok to be sad.



Harry pretty much toned Hermione out and nodded absentmindedly. He actually wasn’t upset about Cho at all. Things didn’t feel right with her, actually, they felt sort of weird. He was almost relieved when she broke up with him at the end of last term. He felt sort of bad about lying to Hermione, but under the circumstances he concluded that a little white lie couldn’t hurt.



Finally Hermione was done her comforting and gave Harry a sympathetic smile. She patted her friend on the arm twice before standing up.



“It’s good you’ve changed into your robes so early Harry, now you’ll avoid the lines when everyone rushes there in the last 20 minutes. I have to patrol the halls but Ron and I’ll be back before you know it.” Hermione said as she headed towards the door. “Oh, and Harry, try not to worry about Cho too much, in time you’ll be over her and you’ll have a great girl in your life who deserves you.” She said with a warm smile.



Harry nodded to his friend and managed a smile as she headed out of the compartment and closed the door with a small click.



Harry sighed and ran a hand through his midnight colored hair, 6th year was going to be something all right, and he was almost positive that something would not be good.




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Chapter 2: Arriving at Hogwarts
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The young witches and wizards piled off of the scarlet train and filled Hogsmeade station within a matter of minutes. The sky was dark as the teenagers jumped into their thestral pulled carriages and the first years began their descent across the lake to start their first year ever at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.


The famous Gryffindor trio exited the train. The red head had grown even taller over the summer and now stood at 6'2 and had a slightly muscular build as appose to the lankier one he sported in previous years. Freckles danced over his tanned face and his blue eyes sparkled as he gazed down upon the shorter brunette girl beside him.

Hermione had grown a bit over summer as well, she now stood 5'7 and she had a more curvy shape, though she still had a ways to go in that department. Her eyes were a soft honey brown and held pride as she looked around at the younger students, especially Gryffindor’s, acting accordingly and not like animals for once. Her hair was still bushy and she held a know-it-all air to her, but she was a pretty girl none the less.

Last but most definitely not the least, was the messy haired boy with emerald eyes. The boy had grown a good deal and though he wasn’t as tall as his red-haired friend he stood at a respectable height of 5'11. The boy was now clad in his new school uniform and was recognizable as the boy hero, Harry Potter. His brilliant eyes were still framed in wire glasses but the once mesmerizing twinkle and spark seemed to be dying out ever so slightly. So slightly in fact that no one he had passed yet had noticed. The boy stood a bit taller and prouder now that he was with his friends than he had on platform 9 3/4, yet he still walked as if he was carrying a heavy burden. But since he was the-boy-who-lived, no one took a look past their initial hero-worshipping stare and no one had noticed the subtle body language that was screaming his inner distress to the world.


No one had noticed. Not one person. Not yet.


But that all changed the moment a blonde haired Slytherin set eyes on the Gryffindor trio.


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Draco Malfoy practically floated off of the train he walked in such elegance. But his elegant stride was the only one as his overly large gorilla like goons stomped on beside him. The contrast between Draco and his followers was obvious. Draco was tall, thin and slightly muscular. He moved with the elegance of a cat and his features looked as if carved from marble. His white blonde hair was medium length and it fell loosely yet perfectly around his face as he no longer gelled it back. His eyes were an intense icy blue with sparks of silver and were quite beautiful but held a forbidding sense to them.
Crabbe and Goyle on the other hand were slightly shorter than Draco and stumpy. They had more flab then muscle but their overall size and threatening exterior did more for them than muscles could. They walked stiffly and with about as much elegance as an elephant.



The three Slytherin’s didn’t get far before being joined by a dark-haired girl who looked remarkably like a pug. Draco’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly in the girls presence and an unease built in his stomach. He never liked that girl very much, she was annoying and entirely too girly for his taste. She insisted on cooing at Draco in her high-pitched voice that sounded like cats being beaten, but in Pansy’s twisted mind she thought of it as seductive. He hated the way she always clung to him, it drove him insane. Her thin fingers clinging as his delicate skin, her sharp nails driving into him, poking, scratching and clawing. And her kisses. Draco had the displeasure of being snogged by the retched girl more than once, and each time it was entirely too sloppy and he felt as if he was being chocked by her tongue. Yet somehow Pansy got the impression that Draco liked her, she even went as far to telling her parents they were a couple! And of course, that news got back to Draco’s mother and made his summer a nag fest.



+Flashback+


“Draco darling, I just received an owl from the Parkinson’s containing the most delightful news.” Narcissa said happily yet still held her Malfoy exterior.


To say Draco was shocked at that announcement was an understatement. He was curious as to what the Parkinson’s would have to say to his mother that would involve him. Now that his father was in Azkaban they got very little owl mail from other pureblood families. The blonde racked his mind but came up blank and resided with giving his mother a questioning stare.



The woman smiled down at her son and said, “They gave me news of your relationship with their daughter, Pansy.”



Draco’s eyes nearly bulged from his head at that statement. Relationship? Pansy? Noo way. Narcissa chose to ignore Draco’s shocked and horrified expression and continued anyway,



“This is such wonderful news Draco. Before your father was taken away, we had been talking of your marriage after school. I was going to tell you to press matters and choose a wife but now that you’re with Pansy we don’t have to worry. She’s a fine choice Draco, her family is quite respectable.” Narcissa said brightly.



“I will NOT marry Pansy!” Draco all but yelled at his mother.



“I know commitment makes you nervous Draco, but after graduation you must be married and keep up the family line. You don’t need to marry Pansy, any pureblood witch will do, but if you don’t plan on marrying her you had better toss her aside soon.” Narcissa told her son.



“I am not marrying right out of school simply to keep up the family line mother.” Draco said angrily.



Narcissa’s eyes darkened at her sons words and she took a step towards him. Her gaze was threatening but Draco was too used to it to back away. Instead, he stood his ground and held his head a bit higher.



“Draco, my son, you will marry out of school. I don’t care if you love the woman or even like her, our family blood line will stay strong. You are the Malfoy heir and you will keep that name going whether you want to or not.” Narcissa said in a deadly calm tone which sent shivers up Draco’s spine.



The woman turned on her heel and swiftly exited the library, leaving her son alone to think of his future and to ponder the sanity of Pansy Parkinson.



+End Flashback+



Draco shuddered at the memory. He hated be treated like some kind of breeding stock, he was a person after all, it wasn’t fair that he was to be shipped off to some wretched woman.


Draco didn’t even like women very much. Sure, he held some attraction for them, but it wasn’t sexual and he strongly preferred his own sex. He had experimented a lot with female’s and found his encounters less than pleasurable. Of course, his parents didn’t know this. If they did, Draco strongly doubted he’d be experimenting with anyone again, be it men or women. Oh no, his parents wanted an heir and since another man couldn’t give him that they would most definitely not accept his sexuality.


But Draco hadn’t thought of his future before the summer. His mother had suddenly slammed the pressure to find a wife on him and drilled into his mind exactly what she wanted. What Draco wanted had conveniently been forgotten. Draco had spent most of his summer debating his future marriage and he came to the conclusion that it wouldn’t be so bad to be married to a woman. That is, as long as he didn’t have to touch her and he could have relationships with men on the side.



“Oh, look Draco it’s your favorite Gryffindorks. Potter and his friends, back from a summer of being hero worshipped.” Pansy spat bitterly.



Draco’s eyes scanned the crowd and he saw the three teenagers she spoke of. Granger and Weasley were as he saw them on the train but now for the first time since last year he set his eyes on Harry Potter.


He was shocked.


The boy looked as if he’d lost a lot of weight and when he smiled at something Weasley had said Draco noted that it didn’t reach his eyes. The boys normally bright eyes seemed dull and he didn’t walk with as much pride as he used to. Draco noted subtle changes over the boy, changes that only someone with an observant eye like him would see, and was shocked. He had expected Potter to of had a great summer. Surely after sending away Malfoy senior and many other death eaters at the end of last term would have given Potter enough joy to last a lifetime, but apparently not. Draco felt something flitter in his stomach as tormented green eyes locked with his own stormy blue and silver ones. Draco broke eye contact immediately and was confused at his bodies reaction. Sure, he’d always thought Potter was hot and would definitely be worth a good shag, but he had just got butterflies in his stomach from meeting the boy’s glance.

*Merlin, I’m becoming a love sick girl.* Draco thought in disgust.



“Well?” Pansy’s expectant tone broke through Draco’s thoughts.



“Well what?” Draco snapped at the girl.



“Aren’t you going to tease them?” Pansy said in a slightly confused tone.



Draco looked at the Gryffindor’s who were about to enter a carriage only a short distance from them and for the first time felt hesitant. He told himself that he was a Malfoy, and Malfoy’s do not hesitate or get fluttering feelings from boys, and took a step towards the golden trio.


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“Well, if it isn’t Potter, Weasel and Granger.” A familiar yet unpleasant drawl spoke from a few feet away.


Harry closed his eyes lightly and sighed, couldn’t he get any peace? Ron and Hermione turned to see Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle and Pansy approaching them, all with identical smirks on their faces. The group of Slytherin’s stopped a few feet short of the Gryffindor’s who glared at the smirking intruders.



“What the hell do you want Malfoy? Didn’t you get enough on the train?” Ron said rudely.



Harry turned around slowly now and his eyes fell on Slytherin’s leader. My, but he had changed over those short summer months. The boy was still pale as usual and his stormy eyes shone with Slytherin pride. His hair was medium length and nearly white it was so blonde but instead of being slicked back it fell loosely around his face, a style Harry thought suited him very well. He had grown a bit over the summer and now stood about an inch taller than Harry. His frame was thin but Harry could tell he had a muscular frame behind those robes and Harry felt himself cursing the uniforms for being so large. Harry blinked in shock. Did he just subtly wish to see Malfoy, a boy, naked? Harry blinked at the thought and blamed it on being tired and hungry.




“No” Malfoy said simply, “it’s just that you were about to get on my carriage and I couldn’t have that happening.” Malfoy finished and pushed past the group and toward the carriage.



“Bug off Malfoy!” Ron growled and went to grab Malfoy.



Hermione grabbed Ron’s arm before he could attack the Slytherin and gave them all stern looks.


“Let him have it Ron, we’ll just grab the next one.” Hermione said, trying hard to avoid conflict.



“That’s right, wait for the next one Weasel. It’ll be good for your friend Potter, maybe he can then realize that the world doesn’t revolve around his overly large, scarred and ugly head.” Malfoy said with a sneer.



“If my heads large Malfoy, then yours is enormously inflated.” Harry shot back.



For the first time since he approached Draco locked eyes with Harry. The green eyes that he had earlier perceived as dull upon closer inspection held emotions Draco couldn’t even begin to describe, but ones that stood out finely were those of self hate and sadness. Draco was over come with the urge to grab the boy and kiss his problems away, but then he remembered who he was, and who the boy before him was, and he banished those thoughts in an instant.


Draco opened his mouth to argue but just as he did Hermione grabbed both of the boys and dragged them away. Draco scowled as they quickly disappeared into a carriage and followed in suit by climbing into his own.



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Three Gryffindor’s hopped into their new carriage quickly and headed off toward the school. Ron was breathing deeply out of anger and his face was red enough to match his hair. Hermione patted his arm but it didn’t seem to be doing any good.



“Can you believe him? He’s such a bloody git. Why’d you pull us away ‘Mione, I was about to kill the ferret!” Ron growled.


“That’s exactly why I pulled you away Ronald. You’re a prefect, you can’t go starting two fights in one day! I don’t see why you even sink to his level, Harry doesn’t. Harry hates Malfoy as much as we do but he’s mature enough to ignore him.” Hermione said naggingly.



“If you wouldn’t have pulled us away Harry would have jumped in with me, wouldn’t you of Harry?” Ron stated confidently.



“Yeah.” Harry said, not too enthusiastically.



Ron frowned and Hermione scolded her best friends for acting so childish.



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A half hour later found all the Hogwarts students in the Great Hall with the first years freshly sorted into their houses. The older students welcomed the newcomers but suddenly became silent once Albus Dumbledore, the Head Master, stood up to speak.


The old man looked around at his students with a proud smile on his lips and an all-knowing twinkle in his eyes. He clasped his hands together and bounced on the balls of his feet in delight at a new year begun.


Dumbledore stretched his arms out wide and continued to beam around the hall, in a ringing voice he said, “To our newcomers, welcome! To our old hands, welcome back! There is a time for speech making, and this is not it. However, I would like to feed you one announcement before letting you all dig in, and that is, Hogwarts will be holding it’s first ever Masquerade ball tomorrow night. Check your house bulletin boards to find out more. Now, tuck in!” Dumbledore finished.


The man clapped his hands together and immediately food appeared on the five tables. Teachers and students alike dug in quickly and the noise of students chattering filled the hall within seconds after Dumbledore finished his speech. All the students were shocked by the announcement of a Masquerade, and they were all more than eager to discuss it with their friends.


Well, almost all of them were. Harry rolled his eyes at the announcement and watched as Ron loaded his plate with food and began devouring it all instantly. Harry felt slightly sick from watching that and placed a small amount of food onto his plate. Ever since summer Harry had stopped liking eating. In fact, he went days without it during summer when the Dursley’s used withholding food as one of their punishments. But little did they know that Harry had no desire to eat. He wasn’t anorexic by any means though, he ate enough to keep him alive and give him the energy to do his chores but eating had become an unenjoyable part of his daily life. He just didn’t feel compelled to eat and any amount of food made him feel nauseous.



“Oh, a masquerade! It’s going to be so much fun!” Hermione said with a broad grin.



Ron agreed but Harry merely shrugged his shoulders and replied, “I don’t think I’ll go.”



“What? Harry mate, you’ve got to go!” Ron said as if not going was the most absurd thing he’s ever heard.



“Yes Harry, you’ve got to go. It’ll be fun,” Hermione said, and added in a whisper so only Harry could hear, “and it’ll help you get over Cho.”



Harry was confused and was about to ask Hermione if she’d lost her mind when he remembered the lie he told her on the train.



“No, really guys, I don’t want to go.” Harry said.



“If you don’t go, I won’t go.” Ron said stubbornly.



Harry was about to decline again when he saw disappointment flash in Hermione’s eyes at Ron’s statement. Harry mentally sighed and caved.



“Fine. I’ll go.” Harry said in a defeated tone.


Ron merely beamed at Harry since his mouth was too full of food at the moment to comment.



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At the Slytherin table Draco Malfoy was quickly losing his temper and his appetite. Pansy had been all over him since they got into the carriage and now she was hanging off of his arm.



“Oh Draco! A masquerade will be so fun, we can go together!” She said happily into Draco’s ear.


A look of disgust flashed through Draco’s eyes which the girl was oblivious to and he said in a dry tone, “Pansy, I believe that the masks will be enchanted like in most wizarding masquerades so you can’t tell who anyone is. It would be impossible for us to go together because we wouldn’t be able to tell one another apart from the crowd.”



Pansy pouted and was about to try and reason with him when a girl beside her started chatting about something completely pointless and Pansy couldn’t resist but to dive into the conversation.


Draco scowled at the back of the girls head and ate a slow pace. Actually, the idea of a masquerade greatly interested Draco and he was quite looking forward to tomorrow night.





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Chapter 3: Friday
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Warning: Harry/Draco slash, if you don't like it then please leave.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything Harry Potter related. Also, I do not own parts of this plot and story line, parts of that which you recognize are from William Shakespeare's play Romeo and Juliet. So basically, anything you recognize is not mine. Lastly, I am not making any money off of this.




NOTE: In italics and between starts, like this: *The dingo ate your baby* are thoughts. I’ve used them in previous chapters, but only just realized I haven’t told you specifically what they meant. I have faith in your intelligence though and assume you all figured it out.. But since some people are majorly lacking in the common sense department I decided I’d just out and tell you all to avoid confusion.

But a new development to my story will look like this: +Chocolate coconuts+ it will represent the characters conscious/inner voice thingumajig.



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The morning sun rose slowly into the sky, filling it with colors as warm as the air. The bright rays broke through the windows and danced across the 6th year boys dorm room and crept through a gap in one boys’ hangings.

A raven-haired boy tossed lightly in his sleep as a sudden burst of light hit his closed eyes and interrupted his dreams. Slowly, dark eyelashes blinked open and a tanned hand slammed over emerald eyes to block out the brightness. An annoyed groan escaped the boys lips and he reached for his glasses gingerly before rolling out of bed. He grabbed a set of robes out of his trunk and trudged tiredly towards the bathroom.

Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived, only hope for the wizarding world, met his downfall by a single shoe. With a dull thud he hit and ground, it was quite a loud thud, yet his roommates remained in a deep slumber. He groaned loudly and pulled his lithe body from the ground, cursing his messy room mates in the process.



“Bloody morons... first night here and they can’t pick up their bloody shoes... bet they wouldn’t wake up if a bloody banshee screeched in their ears...” Harry mumbled as he entered the bathroom.


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Nearly an hour later found Harry Potter and Co. at the Gryffindor table and eating breakfast silently. Harry ate a piece of toast with some pumpkin juice, Hermione had that plus an egg, and Ron ate everything in sight. Ron only stopped eating when the time tables were passed down so that he could quickly scan over his classes for the day and curse loudly, earning a glare from Hermione.



“Potions first period, with the Slytherin’s! That class is horrible enough without the Slytherin’s, must we have it with them every bloody year?” Ron asked angrily.



“Ron it’s not that bad. Besides, it’s 6th year potions so only those who got an ‘O’ on their OWL’s last year will be in it, it won’t be so bad.” Hermione tried to reason.



Ron just rolled his eyes and continued to eat his breakfast. Harry scanned over his time table and saw that it really wasn’t that bad. He had somehow managed to pull off an ‘O’ in potions last year so he would be taking the class with Ron and Hermione. Harry wondered who else would be taking it this year.



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The potions classroom door slammed closed causing nearly all the occupants to jump as Professor Snape strode across the classroom, robes billowing behind him. The man came to a halt at the from of the classroom and glared at the 6th year students.



“This is 6th year potions. That means that every one of you has passed last years OWL’s with an ‘O’ , though some I don’t quite see how. There will be no room for foolishness or incompetence in this classroom so anyone who cannot leave their stupidity at the door I ask you to leave now.” Snape paused his speech and stared directly into Harry’s eyes before continuing, “I will not hesitate to remove anyone from this class if I do not think they are up to my standards, if you are falling behind I expect you to get help because I will tolerate nothing less than perfection in my class room. Notes are on the board, take them down and begin.”




Snape waved his hand at the board and instructions immediately appeared and the classroom fell silent except for the scribbling of quills on parchment. Harry finished copying his notes and went to collect his ingredients.



The class consisted of eight students. Three Slytherin’s, Blaise Zambini, Pansy Parkinson, and of course, Draco Malfoy, and five Gryfindor’s, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Dean Thomas, and Seamus Finnegan Harry wasn’t surprised at the beginning of class when all of the students were pilling in, he had expected those students to be in the class. He knew Crabbe and Goyle wouldn’t be in it because they were horrible at potions, Neville was even worse and feared Snape, and Parvati and Lavender weren’t the most academic girls in the school to say the least. So that ruled out just about everyone that wasn’t in this classroom except for Millicent, a Slytherin girl, who Harry really didn’t care if she was in the class or not.



Harry gathered his supplies quickly and brought them back to his table, he set them down and began to read over his instructions once more before preparing everything needed to make the sleeping draught. As Harry chopped his caterpillar heads his eyes fell on the body across from him. He watched as slender fingers held a glistening knife and proceeded to chop his pieces into perfectly identical slices. Harry witnessed a piece of white blonde hair fall to cover an icy colored eye which was full of concentration. Pale elegant fingers swept the disobedient locks out of his face before returning to their previous task. He watched as the boy brushed his chopped caterpillar heads to the side and reach for the mice tails when suddenly–



“Ouch!”



Harry’s eyes snapped off of the boy before him and fell upon his own fingers, specifically his index which was rapidly dripping out crimson liquid. He hadn’t been concentrating on his work and had cut his finger with his knife. Harry silently cursed at himself before casting a simple healing spell and turning back to his work.


*Stupid Malfoy. If he wouldn’t have broken my concentration I wouldn’t have cut my finger.* Harry thought in an annoyed fashion.

+Malfoy didn’t do anything, you were the one staring at him.+ A voice in Harry’s head chimed in.

*I was not staring!* Harry argued.

+Yes you were.+ His conscious shot back.

*Was not!*

+Was too.+

*Was not!*

+Was too.+

*Was not!*

+Says the guy arguing with himself.+ His inner voice teased.

*Oh, sod off.* Harry thought angrily and threw his caterpillar heads into his cauldron.



Harry continued on with his potions and every now and then he caught himself staring at Malfoy again. But every time he’d mentally slap himself and try to burry his thoughts into his potion making.

Once again Harry’s eyes drifted to the blonde who was stirring his potion in a very enticing manner. Suddenly, the image of those long slender fingers wrapped around something else filled his mind.

Harry’s eyes bulged in his head and he mentally slapped himself once again at what he had just imagined.



*What the hell? Where did that come from? I did NOT just fantasize that! I did not just picture another boy wanking me off. I did not!* Harry thought desperately.

+Oh, you so just did you pouf. You just fantasized, in the middle of potions class may I add, about your rival Draco Malfoy wanking you off.+ His inner voice said merrily.

*I am not a pouf! I like girls, I had a relationship with Cho Chang last year!* Harry shot back defensively.

+Ok, you had a girlfriend. But you thought her kisses were gross and you didn’t once get hard thinking of her. Actually, you’ve never gotten hard thinking of any girl, which proves my point that you’re a fag.+ The voice said in a very matter of fact way.

*Ok, maybe she didn’t turn me on.. But I’ve never gotten off thinking of boys either so there, I’m not gay!* Harry thought triumphantly.

+Never wanked off thinking of them no. But you’ve had shall we say, exciting dreams, about boys before. And don’t you deny it!+ His inner voice battled back.

Harry blushed even though it was his own thoughts and no one could hear them but himself. There was a long silence in his internal debate as he began to stir his potions.

Yes, Harry had quite a few steamy dreams over the past years, all of which involved males. Their faces were always blurry and he chose to pretend they didn’t happen because the boy-who-lived could not be gay. He just couldn’t be. The thought of how the media alone would react was scary enough, but what would his friends think? Harry wasn’t sure of what the wizard community thought of gay relationships, but if it was anything like the muggle world he didn’t expect things would go well if he was in fact gay and came out. But he wasn’t gay, so that was irrelevant. He just didn’t get turned on by girls and had wet dreams about faceless boys. But that didn’t make him gay, noo, they were just dreams. He was all about the women. He just didn’t turned on by them. Yeah, that’s it...



Harry banished further thoughts from his mind and focussed purely on his potion. That seemed to work, because he finished his potion perfectly and ten minutes early. He handed the potion to Snape, who glared at the boy obviously pissed off that Potter did the potion correctly and could not take points, then returned to his seat and looked around the classroom.



Hermione was checking handing her potion in to Snape as well and Ron was frowning at his which was purple instead of red. The other Gryffindor’s seemed to be fairing pretty well and most of the Slytherin’s were finish off as well. Harry’s eyes fell onto the blonde boy once again just as Malfoy began to pour his potion into a flask. As far as Harry could tell the potion was perfect, which was typical of Malfoy since he was always perfect when it came to potions.

His potion making skills weren’t the only thing perfect about him... from what Harry could see through his robes his body seemed perfect as well...



Harry was past mentally slapping himself and was now mentally kicking the crap out of himself. What the hell was wrong with him today? His mind had been focussed on the war and Voldemort, his past and his future, ever since the end of last year. But now, once back at school, his mind kept falling onto that damned Slytherin boy. He blamed it on his bad eating habits of late and decided that maybe he’d start eating more, even if food made him nauseous it was definitely better than having debates with himself about his sexuality during potions class.



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The rest of the classes went by in a flash and before Harry knew it he was standing in his dorm staring down at the costume which was placed on his bed. He really regretted telling his friends he would go, he had no desire what so ever to attend the masquerade. His day hadn’t been to well, what with the thoughts of Malfoy in potions, the stares in the hall ways and whispering first years, and his thoughts which constantly drifted into the past kept him distracted during transfiguration making MacGonagall very angry just a few hours ago. At lunch he had forced himself to eat more than just a sandwhich in an attempt to clear his mind of thoughts like those from first class in the morning but all that did was make him feel sick all afternoon.
No, today had not gone well at all for Harry.

The costumes and masks were given to each student free of charge so that everyone could attend the masquerade. The costumes were all unique and were charmed so that the wearers identity was hidden, even voices were altered through the masks. The professors could see through the costumes but no students could. The only way they would be able to find their friends would be by memorizing their costumes.

Harry thought the masquerade was a good idea with the war just heating up. Everyone needed a chance to just get away and relax without having to worry about who they are supposed to be and could just act like themselves. Yet the fact that it was a good idea didn’t make him want to attend.

Harry didn’t think anyone would notice if he went or care if he attended. Despite being the boy-who-lived Harry wasn’t all that popular. Sure, he had tons of fan girls and even a few guys, but his only real friends were Ron and Hermione. He doubted his friends would mind if he just didn’t show up. Yeah, they made a big deal about him not going the previous night, but when it all came down to it Harry didn’t think they’d pay any attention to him. The two seemed a little more focussed on each other lately since they were beginning to realize their feelings for each other that he knew were there for many years. They weren’t together yet but they were definitely close. And the closer they got the more of a third wheel Harry became.

Harry sighed and entered the bathroom as Seamus stepped out sporting a light blue costume and feathery mask. The boy winked at Harry with a mischievous grin and Harry smiled back half heartedly.

Harry looked down at his robes and he supposed they were nice enough. They were black as midnight with emerald green embroidery and the mask was more sophisticated than Seamus’s was. It was black with green designs. He pulled on the costume and looked into the mirror and honest to god did not recognize himself.

The costume kept his height and size but his skin was slightly darker now. His hair was a little bit longer though was still short and had green highlights throughout. His eyes were green at the pupil but got darker until at the outer rim of his iris’ they were solid black. He moved the hair back off of his forehead to see that his scar was now gone. He smiled softly at that, he had always hated the bloody thing.

With one last look at himself he grabbed his normal clothing and stepped out of the room.




“Harry mate, you look wicked!” Dean said brightly and patted him on the back.


Dean’s robes were navy blue and his hair was now dirty blonde. His eyes were a dark chestnut brown .



“Thanks, you too.” Harry said with a small smile and looked around the room.



Neville’s robes were turquoise and black but his hair was still brown. His mask matched his robes and was mostly feathers. Ron’s robes were scarlet and his hair was now gold and he was very proud to be sporting the Gryffindor colors. They were all just as unrecognizable as Harry and the only way he could tell them apart initially was by who was sitting on what bed.

The boys were hopping around the dormitories and talking excitedly about Quidditch and the girls they wanted to hook up with tonight. They were all caught up in themselves and Harry sat alone at the window, staring out at the setting sun.

The glistening rays cascaded down the clear sky and gave way to the darkness that followed. The constant changing sky was much like Harry’s thoughts, there was a slight brightness for a while but eventually it all threatens to be consumed by darkness.




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In the dim, cold dungeons Draco Malfoy stood in his private chambers, studying his reflection in the large mirror.

Being a Malfoy definitely had it quirks, for instance, when Draco became a prefect he was offered his own room, something none of the other prefects were offered. Draco knew his father had influenced that and probably paid a good deal of money for it, but he honestly didn’t care. He had his own room, and that was bloody brilliant.



Draco’s robes were a deep black with light blue embroidery. His mask was slightly cat eyed and matched his robes exactly. His hair color lightened slightly but his skin tone stayed the same. His eyes became more silver and the remaining blue became brighter. He preferred his normal looks to the new ones but he still looked hot as hell in his opinion, and the mirror seemed to agree.



“You’re looking perfect as always Mr. Malfoy.” The mirror said in a soft voice.



“Why thank you, I’d say I look damned sexy as well.” Draco said with a smirk.



As Draco dressed and prepared himself for the ball an odd feeling settled in the pit of his stomach. He usually had pretty good instincts and right now they were telling him that something big was about to happen, something that would drastically impact the rest of his life.





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Chapter 4: Masquerade
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Warning: Harry/Draco slash, if you don't like it then please leave.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything Harry Potter related. Also, I do not own parts of this plot and story line, parts of that which you recognize are from William Shakespeare's play Romeo and Juliet. So basically, anything you recognize is not mine. Lastly, I am not making any money off of this.

Summary:
Hate. It’s such a funny word isn’t it? I mean, we use it every day, but do we ever really mean it? What happens when two supposed rivals bump into each other at a masquerade and feelings are revealed? Was there ever any hate there or was it all a misconception brought on by family hatred and school ties?


*moo* Someone’s thoughts.
+roar+ Someones conscious/objecting thoughts.


Thank you to my wonderful Beta Pri!





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The oak doors opened to reveal a lavishly decorated hall. The center was clear to allow for a dance floor and the perimeter consisted of small tables, like those in the Yule Ball, for students to eat at. The room was decorated in colors from each house. The lanterns were silver and gave off a blue glow. There was a center piece on each table which held a statue of a badger, eagle, snake and lion all intertwined together.

The floor was scattered with scarlet rose petals and streamers of all the house colors soared fluently through the air. The decorations screamed house unity and it gave many of the students a sense of comfort.



Draco Malfoy entered the Great Hall alone, he decided that for the night he wanted to be Draco, not Malfoy, and so he decided to go goonless. The solo blonde walked swiftly across the hall where he poured himself a glass of green punch.


The hall was silent which was odd for Hogwarts, and Draco felt somewhat uneasy. He looked around the hall and saw that nothing was amiss, however, practically everyone was standing alone and no one that wasn’t already in a small group would approach others.


“Welcome students, to Hogwarts first ever Masquerade!” A voice suddenly broke out through the silence.


All of the students turned quickly to see a smiling Albus Dumbledore looking around the hall rather excitedly.


“Now, this is most definitely not the time for speech making, so let the festivities begin!” As Dumbledore finished the Weird Sisters began to play and almost immediately the students began to loosen up.


The younger students were avoiding the opposite sex (or same sex in a few cases) like wild fire but the older students all mingled easily. It didn’t take more than five minutes for the dance floor to be filled and all that could be heard was music and laughter.



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Harry, Ron and Hermione entered the hall just in time to hear Dumbledore speak before the music began. They made their way to a table right away as Ron was complaining of how he was starving.


The group ordered their meals with ease and dug in.


“So, Harry do you think you’ll dance much tonight?” Hermione asked.


“I don’t think so, you know I’m not big on dancing.” Harry said with a slight blush.


“Well, even if you can’t it’s not like it will matter, the girl won’t know who you are anyways.” Hermione said thoughtfully.


“Yeah, tonight we can do whatever we want and have no consequences the next day! This was a bloody brilliant idea of Dumbledore’s.” Ron said happily.


Harry picked at his food more than ate it and his friends were talking shyly to one another. Harry stopped paying attention to his food and let his eyes wonder the crowd. They landed on a tall male wearing black robes with blue embroidery and his stomach filled with a flittering feeling at the sight of the boy.

He watched as the boy moved and noticed he seemed like a liquid his movements were so fluid and elegant.



“Harry mate, me and Hermione are going to er, dance.” Ron said with a blush.


Harry’s eyes flew to his friends and saw both of them with identical blushes as they nervously made their way onto the dance floor. Well, it was about damn time.

Harry’s eyes scanned over the crowd, searching for that boy again, only to find that he had disappeared. Harry sighed and turned back to stare down at his plate. He poked his mashed potatoes with his fork and as he heard all the laughing and saw all the smiling faces he wished more than anything to be back in his dormitory.

As Harry continued to sit he wondered how it was possibly to feel so alone while being surrounded by people.



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Draco was enjoying himself. Shortly after arriving he had felt as if someone was watching him, but instead of feeling paranoid and creeped out he felt comforted and wanted badly to find the eyes that were watching him. He had scanned the crowd but before he could find who the source the feeling left him and after another moment he gave up.

Since then he had danced with five boys, five boys who like himself preferred their own sex and liked the fact that they could be themselves tonight and not have to worry about being hated for it later.

Each boy was a good dancer and each had asked Draco if he’d like to leave and get to know each other better, but Draco had declined each offer. Sure, he would have loved to have a nice shag in an empty classroom, but something in his gut kept him for doing so.

He was currently dancing with boy number six, a short boy who seemed to be a year or two younger than Draco who was clad in deep green robes with silver lining. The boy seemed somewhat timid and had his hands firmly on Draco’s shoulders while Draco led the slow dance. The song came to an end and the two parted.



“Thank you for the dance.” The boy said shyly.



“You're more than welcome.” Draco said and with a slight bow left the boy on the dance floor.



Draco walked casually to the punch bowl and poured himself yet another drink. His eyes scanned the crowd and he took in all the happy couples. The dancing partners were mostly boy and girl but as the dance progressed more same-sex dancing couples emerged.

His eyes fell upon the exit leading to the court yard just in time to see a young man dressed in black and green robes. The boys hair was messy and black as night but also held green streaks throughout. As he watched the boy his heart stopped and so did his breathing. He was frozen in the spot as he was over come with emotion. His mind was screaming to chase after him but his legs couldn’t register the thought.

Then the boy stopped and turned to reveal a black and green mask. Although the boy was quite a distance away the green of his eyes shone brightly at Draco. The boy turned again and continued outside. Draco released his breath and in an instant was off after the boy.



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Harry continued to sit at his table and as he did his resentment towards Ron grew for forcing him to come here. As he sat his mind drifted and he felt as if the walls were closing in around him. Suddenly the noise became too much and he felt that if he didn’t get out now he was going to be crushed. He stood abruptly and made his way towards the closest exit, the one that lead outside.

He was almost to the door, almost to his escape, when he felt eyes boring into his back. He stopped and turned, his eyes scanning the crowd. He thought he saw a glimpse of silver staring back at him but he couldn’t be sure and continued on his way outside.

He walked outside as quickly as possible and his breathing was irregular and panicky for an unknown reason. He walked straight to a crystal fountain and sat down on it. He then put his face in his hands, breathing deeply.



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Draco followed the boy outside and was lead to a fountain just outside of the ball. The boy seemed to be in some sort of panic and Draco wondered if maybe it was because he was being followed. He almost turned back but the urge to be with him was far too great and he stayed. The boy dropped down upon the fountain and he put his face in his hands and was breathing deeply.

He slowed his pace and approached the boy cautiously. As if the boy had sensed his presence he looked up just as Draco stopped, only a few feet before the boy.



Harry looked up suddenly and saw silver orbs staring back at him. He suddenly felt calmed by the presence of the other boy and his breathing relaxed instantly. The boy smiled at him and it was the most beautiful thing Harry had ever seen. He couldn’t help it and his lips broke out into a shy grin as well. He quickly looked over the young man before him and recognized him as the boy he had been watching earlier and was glad to have been followed out by him.



“I saw you leaving, and I just had to follow. I hope you don’t mind.” Draco spoke softly.



“No, I don’t mind.” Harry said in a near whisper.



Draco’s heart began to race as he heard the boys voice. He knew instantly that he felt for this boy and he wanted nothing more than to just pounce of the beauty before him and snog him senseless.



“Would you like to dance?” Draco asked in a smooth voice and held out his hand.



Harry wanted badly to take his hand and dance the night away with the boy before him- wait, boy?

Suddenly all of the thoughts from earlier that day returned full force and his eyes grew wide.



“I’m sorry, but I’m not gay.” Harry said quickly.



Draco rose a perfectly shaped eyebrow at the boy before him.



“I beg to differ.” Draco challenged. “If you’re not gay than why did you just check me out just then?”



“I, er, I wasn’t! I was just looking at your robes.” Harry replied shortly.



“Uh huh.” Draco said as he stepped towards the boy.



Harry responded by standing quickly and backing away from the boy who continued to step towards him. Harry felt the stone wall of Hogwarts against his back and further backing away was halted immediately. The blonde boy continued to step towards him and stopped when there was barely a foot between them. He put his hands on either side of Harry’s head to stop him from escaping. He leaned in so his mouth was right beside Harry’s ear.


Draco blew gently on the boys ear and grinned in satisfaction when the boy let his head drop back against the stone wall.



“If your not gay then why are you enjoying this?” Draco whispered against the boys ear, causing him to shiver.



*Oh Merlin. Why am I enjoying this? I am not gay! I am not! I am- oh Merlin!*

Harry’s protesting thoughts were cut short when a wet tongue dashed out to lick his ear shortly followed by a hot mouth which began to suck on it. Harry moaned out loud dispite himself and leaned his head to the side to give the boy more access.



“It doesn’t matter tonight, whatever happens won’t get out to the school, we can do whatever we want and no one has to know who we are or what we did.” Draco whispered to the boy.



Harry’s mind quickly registered what the boy said and he made up his mind in an instant. His arm shot out and grabbed the boy by the hips and drew him closer. Harry had never imagined that the feel of another body against his own could feel so good.


Draco was very pleased when he felt strong hands grip his hips and he didn’t fight when the boy drew him closer. Draco had never felt so good as he felt at that instant.



“Oh God.” Harry moaned as the boy continued to suck and gently bite his neck.



Harry’s right hand released the boy and drew up to run through blonde hair. The other boy moaned lightly at the touch and the sound made Harry grab the boys head with both hands and in an instant his lips met with the blonde’s.


Draco was shocked at the kiss but didn’t protest. One hand ran through messy green and black hair and he nibbled gently on the other boys lip. The boy gasped at the sensation and Draco took full advantage of the opportunity and slipped his velvet tongue into the other boys hot mouth.

Tongue’s battled together in an ancient dance and the kiss quickly heated up. Neither boy had ever experienced a kiss so intense, so loving, in all of their short lives. They both knew the instant that their lips touched that they cared deeply for the other, the fact that they didn’t know who the other was, was the last thought on either boys mind as they gave into their desires and made out heatedly against the cold stone walls of Hogwarts.





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