Harry/Draco Fic, PG-13
Yay! I come bringing a story. I'm so pleased.
Title:- Caught
Disclaimer:- Not Mine.
Rating:- PG-13, though there's swearing. I'm not going to give it a higher rating for the odd swearword, because to me, that is wordist madness.
Summary:- Humour. The Daily Prophet posts inaccurate article about H/D kissage. This all leads eventually to actual H/D kissage.
Concrit:- Oh Please :)
NOTE:- WAIT FOR THE IMAGES AT THE START AND END TO LOAD, BECAUSE THEY ENRICH THE STORY A LITTLE. That is all.
"What- the- FUCK?" roared Draco Malfoy as his eyes fell upon today's Daily Prophet. The Slytherins around him said nothing for a moment, simply staring in disbelief-- then the 'whispering' broke out. 'Subtle' hisses of "He's shagging a Gryffindor?!" and "Why Scarhead? Though, it does say he finds the scar attractive..." ran along his table, as did not-so-subtle "Dark Lord" and "He's a traitor!" comments. Had he been anyone else but a Malfoy, he was sure he'd have been crucio'd at least twice by now.
Momentarily ignoring the noise as he desperately read, re-read, and read the article again, whining when the writing did not disappear. There was no flash and no "HA FUCKING HA, courtesy of Weasley's wizarding wheezes." His life was officially over. Then, when Pansy sat down, saying, "I've always suspected it! You two always had a like, love-hate thing, right? I mean, I knew there had to be SOMETHING wrong with you when you turned me down but I couldn't..." Draco knew he had had enough.
"I won't hit Potter again, mate." mumbled Crabbe. "See, it's just I didn't realise we was meant to be all friendlike towards him now."
Yes, he'd had quite enough of this, thankyouverymuch. Gathering his books together, he rose from the table. Catching the eyes of those who were watching, he hissed, "I can assure you all, that the next person to mention this will feel the full extent of my dark arts knowledge." Growling so magnificently that a nearby first year fainted, Draco all but sprinted from the hall.
After a moment's pause, he sprinted back in. "It wasn't me he was with, you noveau-riche wankers!" Giving the shocked students an emphatic V-sign, he ran out once more.
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"Harry man, it's not that bad!" insisted Seamus. "Everyone's known you liked guys for years! Why do you THINK Ginny got over you? I mean, you had a thing for Cho, and well, she was a hermaphrodite."
Harry was cut off from his moaning, "Nooooo-sorry, what?"
" 'What' what?" asked Seamus.
"About Cho. I don't think I heard you right."
"Yeah you did. She was the best of both worlds, and all that-"
A muffled "Oh God..." came from under Harry's covers.
"That's kind of what gave you away, y'know." called Ron from the bathroom.
"But I didn't know!" insisted Harry. "I just bloody found out there!"
"Yeah." snorted Ron. "Is that in the same way it WASN'T Malfoy you were snogging last night?"
"IT WASN'T BLOODY MALFOY, EITHER." yelled the other boy.
"Oh, don't get angry again." humphed his friend. "It's all out in the open now- and we're going to be late for class at this rate."
"What part of 'I'm never, ever, leaving my bed' didn't you get?"
"Do I have to get Hermione up here? You know what she'll do..." Ron trailed off.
"What? What could she possibly do to make things any worse?"
Ron paused for a second, wrongfooted. After shooting a pleading look to Seamus, the irishman stepped in;
"How about a Gay Welfare Society? Badges. G-W-S Bake Sales. Hidden gay porn round the common room. 'I support Harry's choice' banners. You know our Herm!"
"Oh fuck." groaned Harry. "I'm getting up."
"That's the spirit!" beamed his friends.
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Draco sat miserably beside on his Potions bench, dreading Snape's arrival- his head of house would most definitely have his own two cents to add. And Potter wasn't even here yet! Bloody typical. Leaving him here - alone! -to deal with the gossip parlour. Could that boy be more insensitive? Draco really doubted it.
There was a slam signifying Snape's arrival, and judging from the loudness of the aforementioned slam, Draco was willing to vouch for the fact the potions-master was not best pleased. And he was also willing to bet that he could guess why.
Looking up resignedly, he met Snape's beetle black eyes head on.
"So, Mr. Malfoy." murmured the older man.
Trying desperately to will the man whom he respected so much to say silent, he found he had nothing to say. Shit.
"Potter got your tongue?"
Draco raised an eyebrow, muttering, "Not right now, proffessor."
Over the shocked gasp emitted by his schoolfriends, a choking noise was heard from the doorway. Naturally, the entire class swivelled round on their seats, craning their necks to get a better view of the action. Bastards, thought Draco. One would think that a war would be quite enough to keep them entertained, but oh no, petty gossip was needed, too. Slowly, he turned round also, eyes narrowing as he met Potter's panicked stare.
"Mr. Potter!" boomed Snape. "Do you feel that arriving to my class on time is merely optional for you and your friends? Or do little things like timekeeping not concern you, now that you have fallen in love?"
Snape's tone was so acidic when he finished that the class laughed hysterically.
Draco wilted. Potter said, "Erkle!"
Yet, it seemed Snape was not finished. "Far be it from me to keep you two apart! Crabbe! You will switch seats with Potter. That way longing glances across the classroom can be kept to a minimum."
Draco groaned as Potter, blushing and bumbling, sat down beside him. And Crabbe- a reformed character- patted the Gryffindor on the back. "Oh, this is just too much!" he grumbled.
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Harry sighed whilst skinning the shrivelfig. Ever since Snape's earlier tirade, Draco seemed to have gone into a catatonic state, apart from the slight mutters of rage now and then.
"Malfoy-"
"favourite fucking teacher... bloody arsehole more like... got my tongue- nonsense! Avada bloody-"
Harry sighed. Draco's muttering was callous and strange. So he tried again,
"Malfoy!"
"What?"
Aha! A response! Perhaps things were improving, and perhaps Lucius Malfoy wouldn't be apparating here to kill him any moment now.
"Well, er, I want to say sorry. For. Well, you know- implicating you in this."
"Oh well that's big of you, Potter. Yes, your little apology will surely end all the rumours, and get my life back to normal- thanks ever so!" hissed the blonde.
At this, the class's ears pricked up, and students began slyly glancing in their direction.
"It's not my fault the Daily Prick took a photo- Look, Malfoy, I really am very sorry. I can..." Harry gritted his teeth, "Understand that this must be hard for you, seeing as you, you know, didn't do anything, and well, aren't gay."
Draco, now enraged, was oblivious to the fact they had an audience, "Of course it's bloody hard for me, you git! And what do you mean, 'aren't gay'? Speak for yourself, Pothead."
There was a collective gasp, and a quiet "Oh, Fuck."
---
Later that night, after a hard days teasing, Harry found himself just about to get into bed. However, he was rudely distracted by a tapping at the window. Sighing, he walked over and opened it resignedly, half-expecting it to be a howler. Instead, he was faced with a normal owl, and a normal letter.
Feeling slightly cheered, he stroked the owl before it went on its way, then opened the letter.
All his good feeling ebbed away.
Potter! the letter read;
I have a plan. Come to the Transfiguration corridor right away.
Well, thought Harry, just who does he think he is? No signature, no please. Commanding bastard.
His mind then suggested that perhaps he enjoyed being commanded, and, that he seemed to enjoy being commanded by Draco Malfoy particularly.
Harry responded by telling his mind to sod off.
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Draco's palms were sweating slightly as he waited for Potter to arive. The plan would work- it had to! For if it didn't, Knockturn Alley would surely be making a roaring trade in 'Skin of Malfoy' quite soon (as everyone knows that Malfoy skin is the best kind for dark magic- it's in the breeding).
A quite "Ahem!" made him whirl round in fright, whilst emitting a girlish "Aah!"
Blushing slightly, he acted as though he had NOT just squealed like a piglet. Even though he er, well, had. "Potter. You're late."
Good cover, he told himself. Get scarhead angry, he'll surely forget I-
"You scream like a girl." retorted the dark haired anomaly.
Darn, thought Malfoy. Perhaps I should threaten him?
"Shut up, or I'll make you shut up, Potty." he hissed back. There! That should do it! he thought. What he certainly did not think was of all the ways he could make Potter shut up.
Potter sighed, defeated. Draco smirked, ah yes, Potter was whipped. "So," the blonde continued while in no way fantasising about him, Harry, and a whip.
"The plan." He stated, drawing in a breath, allowing a moment of silent tension to-
"Get on with it, then!"
"You have no sense of drama, do you? Plebian fool."
"Malfoy." Potter's tone indicated he didn't fancy joking around. Pity, thought Malfoy.
"Right. Well. It's simply this: get the boy who you were kissing to hand himself into the Daily Prophet! Then, I can prove my innocence, and we can get back to planning each other's deaths.
What do you say, hmm?"
Potter was definitely blushing. Draco almost wept. Did this mean The Plan had a ... flaw?
"Well, y'see Malfoy, it's a nice plan b-but, the boy can't hand himself into the Daily Prophet."
"Why not?" He insisted angrily, while throwing Potter the trademark "Pout of the Malfoy's".
"He was, erm, hewasamuggle." mutter Harry, unintelligibly.
"What on earth is a hermawigle? One of those things like Cho, you mean? I don't understand why that would stop you, of all people! You need to do this, Potter- you NEED TO!"
Harry seemed quite put out by that comment.
"Well thanks very much, Malfoy. I know we're enemies and all- but surely I'm not THAT bad?"
Malfoy whined. "It's not you. Your... fairly attractive. For an arch-nemisis. It's my father! He has a bad heart, you know..."
Harry almost laughed- the idea of Lucius dropping dead at the news was, well, classic. Malfoy frowned.
"No, Malfoy, he can't confess to the Daily Prophet- because, he, er, doesn't know it exists."
An evil glint came over Malfoy's eyes. Then a grin. "He was a Muggle?!" exclaimed the blonde, before dissolving into hysterics. "Oh, Oh that's good!" he wheezed, as he continued to visibly choke with laughter.
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Harry felt very much like dying. Malfoy's constant domineering attitude was turning him on, and the only effect he seemed to be having the other boy was one of amusement.
"So, Potter, what's with you having a muggle fetish then?"
"Fetish, mmh..." said Harry's brain. "More of a blonde fetish, really." said Harry's cock. "I do not!" said Harry's mouth.
Draco eyed him curiously. "So, you've got a thing for blonde boys then, is that it? Not that I blame you. We are a devilishly handsome bunch."
No. Harry told himself firmly. You will NOT offer to go down on Malfoy.
" 'Suppose!" he managed to choke out, causing Draco to look thougtful.
"I'm bored, Potter." he murmured, in a slightly huskier voice. "And you're being more attrac-- monosyllabic than usual. Shall we just fight for something to do?"
"Er..."
"Yes, I don't much fancy that either. How about we snog, then?"
Harry bit through his tongue.
"Sorry, What?"
Draco simply looked at him as though Harry was the mad one.
"Might as well be hung for mutton as for lamb, as they say."
"Oh. Alright then."
The blonde leaned over gently, covering Harry's lips with his own. Harry responded in kind by parting his lips slightly, allowing Draco to do whatever he pleased. Tongue met tongue, weaving together in a flirtatious dance, and Draco-
"Ow!" exclaimed Harry.
"What?!" said Malfoy, looking annoyed.
"You bit me!"
"So?" asked the other boy.
"It was... sore!"
Draco snorted. "Don't be such a Hufflepuff! A little pain can be quite nice, you know."
"The key word there being 'little'." sulked Harry.
"Let me kiss it better then." replied the blonde with a smirk.
No sooner had they resumed their original position, and had Harry's cock gone, "Wahey!", were they disturbed again.
Something flashed and, as the two sprang apart, hurried footsteps could be heard, galloping away down the hall.
"When I find the little fuckwit that-" began Draco.
"Colin Creevey!" exclaimed Harry. "Quick, to the owlery!"
And the two ran like madmen down the hall.
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The Next Day;
Title:- Caught
Disclaimer:- Not Mine.
Rating:- PG-13, though there's swearing. I'm not going to give it a higher rating for the odd swearword, because to me, that is wordist madness.
Summary:- Humour. The Daily Prophet posts inaccurate article about H/D kissage. This all leads eventually to actual H/D kissage.
Concrit:- Oh Please :)
NOTE:- WAIT FOR THE IMAGES AT THE START AND END TO LOAD, BECAUSE THEY ENRICH THE STORY A LITTLE. That is all.
"What- the- FUCK?" roared Draco Malfoy as his eyes fell upon today's Daily Prophet. The Slytherins around him said nothing for a moment, simply staring in disbelief-- then the 'whispering' broke out. 'Subtle' hisses of "He's shagging a Gryffindor?!" and "Why Scarhead? Though, it does say he finds the scar attractive..." ran along his table, as did not-so-subtle "Dark Lord" and "He's a traitor!" comments. Had he been anyone else but a Malfoy, he was sure he'd have been crucio'd at least twice by now.
Momentarily ignoring the noise as he desperately read, re-read, and read the article again, whining when the writing did not disappear. There was no flash and no "HA FUCKING HA, courtesy of Weasley's wizarding wheezes." His life was officially over. Then, when Pansy sat down, saying, "I've always suspected it! You two always had a like, love-hate thing, right? I mean, I knew there had to be SOMETHING wrong with you when you turned me down but I couldn't..." Draco knew he had had enough.
"I won't hit Potter again, mate." mumbled Crabbe. "See, it's just I didn't realise we was meant to be all friendlike towards him now."
Yes, he'd had quite enough of this, thankyouverymuch. Gathering his books together, he rose from the table. Catching the eyes of those who were watching, he hissed, "I can assure you all, that the next person to mention this will feel the full extent of my dark arts knowledge." Growling so magnificently that a nearby first year fainted, Draco all but sprinted from the hall.
After a moment's pause, he sprinted back in. "It wasn't me he was with, you noveau-riche wankers!" Giving the shocked students an emphatic V-sign, he ran out once more.
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"Harry man, it's not that bad!" insisted Seamus. "Everyone's known you liked guys for years! Why do you THINK Ginny got over you? I mean, you had a thing for Cho, and well, she was a hermaphrodite."
Harry was cut off from his moaning, "Nooooo-sorry, what?"
" 'What' what?" asked Seamus.
"About Cho. I don't think I heard you right."
"Yeah you did. She was the best of both worlds, and all that-"
A muffled "Oh God..." came from under Harry's covers.
"That's kind of what gave you away, y'know." called Ron from the bathroom.
"But I didn't know!" insisted Harry. "I just bloody found out there!"
"Yeah." snorted Ron. "Is that in the same way it WASN'T Malfoy you were snogging last night?"
"IT WASN'T BLOODY MALFOY, EITHER." yelled the other boy.
"Oh, don't get angry again." humphed his friend. "It's all out in the open now- and we're going to be late for class at this rate."
"What part of 'I'm never, ever, leaving my bed' didn't you get?"
"Do I have to get Hermione up here? You know what she'll do..." Ron trailed off.
"What? What could she possibly do to make things any worse?"
Ron paused for a second, wrongfooted. After shooting a pleading look to Seamus, the irishman stepped in;
"How about a Gay Welfare Society? Badges. G-W-S Bake Sales. Hidden gay porn round the common room. 'I support Harry's choice' banners. You know our Herm!"
"Oh fuck." groaned Harry. "I'm getting up."
"That's the spirit!" beamed his friends.
---
Draco sat miserably beside on his Potions bench, dreading Snape's arrival- his head of house would most definitely have his own two cents to add. And Potter wasn't even here yet! Bloody typical. Leaving him here - alone! -to deal with the gossip parlour. Could that boy be more insensitive? Draco really doubted it.
There was a slam signifying Snape's arrival, and judging from the loudness of the aforementioned slam, Draco was willing to vouch for the fact the potions-master was not best pleased. And he was also willing to bet that he could guess why.
Looking up resignedly, he met Snape's beetle black eyes head on.
"So, Mr. Malfoy." murmured the older man.
Trying desperately to will the man whom he respected so much to say silent, he found he had nothing to say. Shit.
"Potter got your tongue?"
Draco raised an eyebrow, muttering, "Not right now, proffessor."
Over the shocked gasp emitted by his schoolfriends, a choking noise was heard from the doorway. Naturally, the entire class swivelled round on their seats, craning their necks to get a better view of the action. Bastards, thought Draco. One would think that a war would be quite enough to keep them entertained, but oh no, petty gossip was needed, too. Slowly, he turned round also, eyes narrowing as he met Potter's panicked stare.
"Mr. Potter!" boomed Snape. "Do you feel that arriving to my class on time is merely optional for you and your friends? Or do little things like timekeeping not concern you, now that you have fallen in love?"
Snape's tone was so acidic when he finished that the class laughed hysterically.
Draco wilted. Potter said, "Erkle!"
Yet, it seemed Snape was not finished. "Far be it from me to keep you two apart! Crabbe! You will switch seats with Potter. That way longing glances across the classroom can be kept to a minimum."
Draco groaned as Potter, blushing and bumbling, sat down beside him. And Crabbe- a reformed character- patted the Gryffindor on the back. "Oh, this is just too much!" he grumbled.
---
Harry sighed whilst skinning the shrivelfig. Ever since Snape's earlier tirade, Draco seemed to have gone into a catatonic state, apart from the slight mutters of rage now and then.
"Malfoy-"
"favourite fucking teacher... bloody arsehole more like... got my tongue- nonsense! Avada bloody-"
Harry sighed. Draco's muttering was callous and strange. So he tried again,
"Malfoy!"
"What?"
Aha! A response! Perhaps things were improving, and perhaps Lucius Malfoy wouldn't be apparating here to kill him any moment now.
"Well, er, I want to say sorry. For. Well, you know- implicating you in this."
"Oh well that's big of you, Potter. Yes, your little apology will surely end all the rumours, and get my life back to normal- thanks ever so!" hissed the blonde.
At this, the class's ears pricked up, and students began slyly glancing in their direction.
"It's not my fault the Daily Prick took a photo- Look, Malfoy, I really am very sorry. I can..." Harry gritted his teeth, "Understand that this must be hard for you, seeing as you, you know, didn't do anything, and well, aren't gay."
Draco, now enraged, was oblivious to the fact they had an audience, "Of course it's bloody hard for me, you git! And what do you mean, 'aren't gay'? Speak for yourself, Pothead."
There was a collective gasp, and a quiet "Oh, Fuck."
---
Later that night, after a hard days teasing, Harry found himself just about to get into bed. However, he was rudely distracted by a tapping at the window. Sighing, he walked over and opened it resignedly, half-expecting it to be a howler. Instead, he was faced with a normal owl, and a normal letter.
Feeling slightly cheered, he stroked the owl before it went on its way, then opened the letter.
All his good feeling ebbed away.
Potter! the letter read;
I have a plan. Come to the Transfiguration corridor right away.
Well, thought Harry, just who does he think he is? No signature, no please. Commanding bastard.
His mind then suggested that perhaps he enjoyed being commanded, and, that he seemed to enjoy being commanded by Draco Malfoy particularly.
Harry responded by telling his mind to sod off.
---
Draco's palms were sweating slightly as he waited for Potter to arive. The plan would work- it had to! For if it didn't, Knockturn Alley would surely be making a roaring trade in 'Skin of Malfoy' quite soon (as everyone knows that Malfoy skin is the best kind for dark magic- it's in the breeding).
A quite "Ahem!" made him whirl round in fright, whilst emitting a girlish "Aah!"
Blushing slightly, he acted as though he had NOT just squealed like a piglet. Even though he er, well, had. "Potter. You're late."
Good cover, he told himself. Get scarhead angry, he'll surely forget I-
"You scream like a girl." retorted the dark haired anomaly.
Darn, thought Malfoy. Perhaps I should threaten him?
"Shut up, or I'll make you shut up, Potty." he hissed back. There! That should do it! he thought. What he certainly did not think was of all the ways he could make Potter shut up.
Potter sighed, defeated. Draco smirked, ah yes, Potter was whipped. "So," the blonde continued while in no way fantasising about him, Harry, and a whip.
"The plan." He stated, drawing in a breath, allowing a moment of silent tension to-
"Get on with it, then!"
"You have no sense of drama, do you? Plebian fool."
"Malfoy." Potter's tone indicated he didn't fancy joking around. Pity, thought Malfoy.
"Right. Well. It's simply this: get the boy who you were kissing to hand himself into the Daily Prophet! Then, I can prove my innocence, and we can get back to planning each other's deaths.
What do you say, hmm?"
Potter was definitely blushing. Draco almost wept. Did this mean The Plan had a ... flaw?
"Well, y'see Malfoy, it's a nice plan b-but, the boy can't hand himself into the Daily Prophet."
"Why not?" He insisted angrily, while throwing Potter the trademark "Pout of the Malfoy's".
"He was, erm, hewasamuggle." mutter Harry, unintelligibly.
"What on earth is a hermawigle? One of those things like Cho, you mean? I don't understand why that would stop you, of all people! You need to do this, Potter- you NEED TO!"
Harry seemed quite put out by that comment.
"Well thanks very much, Malfoy. I know we're enemies and all- but surely I'm not THAT bad?"
Malfoy whined. "It's not you. Your... fairly attractive. For an arch-nemisis. It's my father! He has a bad heart, you know..."
Harry almost laughed- the idea of Lucius dropping dead at the news was, well, classic. Malfoy frowned.
"No, Malfoy, he can't confess to the Daily Prophet- because, he, er, doesn't know it exists."
An evil glint came over Malfoy's eyes. Then a grin. "He was a Muggle?!" exclaimed the blonde, before dissolving into hysterics. "Oh, Oh that's good!" he wheezed, as he continued to visibly choke with laughter.
---
Harry felt very much like dying. Malfoy's constant domineering attitude was turning him on, and the only effect he seemed to be having the other boy was one of amusement.
"So, Potter, what's with you having a muggle fetish then?"
"Fetish, mmh..." said Harry's brain. "More of a blonde fetish, really." said Harry's cock. "I do not!" said Harry's mouth.
Draco eyed him curiously. "So, you've got a thing for blonde boys then, is that it? Not that I blame you. We are a devilishly handsome bunch."
No. Harry told himself firmly. You will NOT offer to go down on Malfoy.
" 'Suppose!" he managed to choke out, causing Draco to look thougtful.
"I'm bored, Potter." he murmured, in a slightly huskier voice. "And you're being more attrac-- monosyllabic than usual. Shall we just fight for something to do?"
"Er..."
"Yes, I don't much fancy that either. How about we snog, then?"
Harry bit through his tongue.
"Sorry, What?"
Draco simply looked at him as though Harry was the mad one.
"Might as well be hung for mutton as for lamb, as they say."
"Oh. Alright then."
The blonde leaned over gently, covering Harry's lips with his own. Harry responded in kind by parting his lips slightly, allowing Draco to do whatever he pleased. Tongue met tongue, weaving together in a flirtatious dance, and Draco-
"Ow!" exclaimed Harry.
"What?!" said Malfoy, looking annoyed.
"You bit me!"
"So?" asked the other boy.
"It was... sore!"
Draco snorted. "Don't be such a Hufflepuff! A little pain can be quite nice, you know."
"The key word there being 'little'." sulked Harry.
"Let me kiss it better then." replied the blonde with a smirk.
No sooner had they resumed their original position, and had Harry's cock gone, "Wahey!", were they disturbed again.
Something flashed and, as the two sprang apart, hurried footsteps could be heard, galloping away down the hall.
"When I find the little fuckwit that-" began Draco.
"Colin Creevey!" exclaimed Harry. "Quick, to the owlery!"
And the two ran like madmen down the hall.
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The Next Day;