Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Fu Inle ❯ Chapter 5

Fu inle chapter 5

 

This chapter has no title if anyone has a suggestion after reading, I'll probably use it.

 

Again, I don't own it, and there's stuff in here that some people will hate. I live off of reviews! Don't let me die from lack of love or hate. I can withstand criticism, but need input!

Oh, and before I get asked, Draco is bi. That is because this is a fanfic and I want him to be. It is also just how it kind of turned out. K?

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Draco half glares up at Harry with gritted teeth. With a sigh, he asks, “How long was I out?”

“Not long. Turns out that Moody already had it.”

Draco makes an attempt at sitting up and finds himself unable.

 

Fuck. Now I'm back to this again. A pitiful excuse for a human being let alone a Malfoy.

 

Harry offers the antidote, and Draco accepts it.

“I hate that stuff. It always tastes horrible”

“So Moody was right.”

Draco sits up, wincing but refusing to be looked down on by Potter.

“Right about what, may I ask?”

The blanket slips down, revealing pale skin down to a bellybutton, with bandages covering only some of it.

Harry blushes and stares, speechless.

 

Mon deiu. Potter really is checking me out. Well, I'll have to make this extremely hard on him, then.

 

He lets the blanket slip down just a bit farther.

 

Let's see how he reacts to this…

 

Harry looks away, a fierce blush rushing to his cheeks.

“Umm, Draco? Blanket. Down.”

The smirk finally works it's way back.

“What's wrong, Potter? I can't understand that strange attempt at conversation.”

 

At precisely the wrong moment, Ron and Hermione come through the door.

 

He glances at them just once before gathering a plan.

“Morning, Weasel.”

He notices Hermione staring the same way that Harry had.

“And a very good day to you, Granger.”

He accentuates her last name with a wink, which earns another hopelessly blushing victim.

 

Have to admit; sometimes being a Malfoy is a good thing.

 

Ron seems lost, and Harry is trying to compose himself, so Hermione has to step forward.

“Draco? How are you awake? Did Moody find the cure?”

 

“That old fool? He wouldn't be anywhere if I had been any one else. And I will attempt to be civil. Get out please, Granger. I'm kind of nude under here and would appreciate if you didn't have to live with that…WHY THE BLOODY HELL AM I NAKED, BY THE WAY?” he shouts to no one in particular.

He glares at both her and Harry.

 

Hermione puts her hands on her hips.

“YOU WERE COVERED IN BLOOD!” she shouts back. “Besides, you act as though I've never seen a naked man before.”

 

This time it is Ron's turn to blush, and he certainly does it justice. He half pushes half drags Hermione to the door. As the door shuts, he mumbles “What can you do? Girls! ”

 

Draco winces as his feet hit the floor, the last of his father's poison still working to the fullest.

“We can't exactly have me running around nude now, can we? Weasley…Ron. Ron, you look about the same size as me. Could I borrow some clothes?”

 

I have to act polite. They did help me, and they haven't sent me to prison yet. Also, if he leaves, I can torment…Harry…some more. See, that wasn't so difficult. Though I am not looking forward to wearing Weasley clothes.

 

With a strange look, a shrug, and a nod, Ron leaves.

 

Draco runs his fingers through his hair, a nervous habit. It's nowhere near as long as it had been in school, but is still long enough to pull back in a ponytail.

 

Now, what to do about Harry…I suppose that I could flirt with him a bit. At the very least, it'll be fun to watch.

 

He steps off of the bed, letting the blanket fall where it may. He then stares at Harry, making a point of looking him up and down.

 

He's actually not that bad… better than a few of the Slytherins, anyway. I can't believe I just thought that…

 

“What's the matter, Harry? You look a bit flushed.”

 

It's so strange to see him blush like this. It's so much easier to get a reaction out of him than anyone in my house. God, even the girls weren't this easy. It's so adorable…

I did NOT just use the word adorable to describe Harry Potter. So what if he kissed me? It doesn't mean anything.

 

“I. You're.”

He gets out of the room as quickly as he can.

 

So soon? I thought he'd stay longer than that…

 

There's a knock at the door almost immediately. Draco grabs the discarded blanket to cover himself and answers the door. Ron hands him a pile of clothes.

 

He pulls everything on; thankfully it's not too worn in. Ron gave him a pair of forest green boxers, a pair of baggy black jeans, pale grey socks, black boots that are the most worn in of everything with tattered laces, and a black tee with a band he's never heard of plastered on the front.

 

He steps out of the room, nearly hitting Harry with the door.

 

“You look good in black…”

 

Well, I only wore it every day in school, Potter. Are you slow or something? Or have you been admiring me since god knows when?

 

“You aren't too bad yourself.” He says, his mouth now detached from his mind.

 

I did not just say that out loud.

 

“Umm. Come on, I'll give you the tour.” Harry says, standing up from his former position on the floor. He starts to lead an only partly there Malfoy around.

 

It's Potter. Not happening. No Gryffindor is ever going to seduce me. Definitely not a male. Definitely not him. Not Harry fucking Potter. No. I mean, he's not too bad, but we're enemies, right? He hates me. But if that were true, then why did he kiss me? Why was he crying for me? Why does he blush so much?

 

Even though he's leading the way, Harry's mind isn't exactly on topic either.

Was he being sarcastic? He was raping me with his eyes back in the room, wasn't he? Does he know that I… he can't, he wasn't awake. He was messing with me, he had to be.

 

They are back to their room when Draco's hand finds a spot on Harry's shoulder.

 

“Why were you crying before?”

“I don't know…”Harry stares at the ground. “I was worried, I guess.”

 

Draco tilts Harry's face towards his own. Their lips touch. Harry's arms wrap around Draco's shoulders and he lets himself be lost in everything. Draco gently pushes him away, ending the kiss.

 

I can't do this. I really can't. He'll be like one of them. He'll want too much.

 

“You shouldn't worry over someone like me.”

 

He heads back downstairs, meeting new people and spending the whole day as though nothing had happened.

By about ten, he's tired enough to return to bed. He crashes on the mattress, not even bothering to take his shoes off.

This time, not even bad dreams manage to make their way through.

 

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