Love Potion ch7

Chapter 7-Gryffindors and Slytherins

Some people, after the initial shock wore of, had the sense to draw their wands.  Harry stepped in front of Draco with an angry exclamation “Oi, you lot don’t point your wands at him!”

“You don’t have to protect me Harry, I can defend myself.” Draco hissed.

Harry turned his face and retorted, “I know Draco, later,” and stood his ground.

“Fine.”

Harry sighed exasperatedly.

All this while the occupants of the common room were following the conversation intently, acutely aware of the usage of first names, and lowered their wands.

“Harry…er…what in the name of Merlin’s pants is this about?” Dean asked.

“Er…ok…well…um,” the brunette stumbled.

Seamus slapped a hand to his forehead and yelled sarcastically, “Oh my, Harry, could you quite possibly be GAY!?”

Draco sighed amid the choruses of ‘what’s’ that surrounded them.  

Harry took a breath and said, “Thanks Seamus…yes, I am gay, and I’m dating Draco.”

Ginny, who up until this point was silent, wondered, “How?”

“It is a really long story.”

“Not that your back isn’t terribly entertaining, but, can I come out now that you have?” Draco interjected.

“Oh, sorry,” Harry stepped aside and allowed the blond to glare at everyone who was staring at them.  

“If any of you have a problem with this than you’ll have to answer to me.” He snapped, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Ron, come play chess with me!” Seamus once again avoided a very painful moment, and averted most of the room’s attention.  Everyone loved a good chess match.

Harry slipped an arm around Draco’s waist and led him to a couch facing the chess table.  Once they were settled, Harry sitting against the arm of the couch with one leg propped along the back of it, the other on the floor, and Draco in between his legs, leaning against his chest, he asked the blond, “Are you ok?”

The Slytherin turned his head a bit and replied, “Are you?”

“Yeah, this went well…”

“Finnigan was the one you talked to?”

“Yeah.”

Draco turned more so he could look at Harry, “Are you truly ok?”

He locked his silver eyes with emerald ones and the brunette said, “I am…but I expect once you leave I’m going to be questioned a lot more.”

The blond leaned his face closer to Harry’s reassuringly and took one of his hands.  He didn’t really pay any attention to the match, only that warm thumb that ran along the top of his hand.

As the chess game concluded, rather loudly, Draco jumped about a foot in surprise; drawing his knees up to his chest and clutching Harry’s hand tightly.  Once he recovered himself with many a ‘frightened cat’ remark, the blond invited Harry to his common room.

“Alright, I’ll be back later guys,” he called to Ron and Hermione.

As they began their walk towards the dungeons the atmosphere began to change, mainly getting colder.

“Is it just me or did the temperature just drop a few degrees?” the brunette inquired, moving closer to the Slytherin.

“Mhm, it’s horrible during the winter.  And the moisture is extremely detrimental to my hair!” Draco huffed indignantly, as though glaring at the cold dankness would make it disappear.

“So that’s why you use so much gel.”

“Of course, I can’t walk around the castle with frizzy hair.” He shuddered at these last words.

Harry snickered and asked, “Are we almost there?”

They turned a corner and came upon the entrance portrait; Draco told Harry to wait for a moment and went through the hole.

The brunette examined the painting closer and found that it was a ball python lounging on one of the branches in the picture.  

Harry struck up a conversation, “Hello,” he hissed in parseltounge.

The snakes’ eyes widened as it moved closer to the front of the picture and said, “My, it’s been a long time sssince I anyone has ssspoken to me.”

|I bet I can guess who| “How are you,” he smiled politely.

*

Draco walked into the Slytherin common room his eyes roved the room, searching for someone in particular.

“Blaise,” he walked to his ex-boyfriend who lounged on a couch making origami cranes.

“Mmm?” he looked up.

“Come outside I need you to meet someone.”

“Ooh, who is it?”

“You’ll see, come on.” The blond ushered him to the door.

As the portrait opened slightly, both boys froze in their tracks for the same reason.  Parselmouths are very rare and sacred for Slytherins; and are also mind haltingly seductive to them.

Harry noticed them and smiled at their twin blushes.

“That has got to be the sexiest thing I have ever heard and experienced in my life,” Draco breathed.

“Same,” Blaise swallowed, “so why’s Potter heaohmigod!” He yelped as his mind put two and two together very quickly; the reason the rivals were not at each others’ throats.

“Are you…together?  OH MY GOD! The love potion!” he grabbed fistfuls of his hair.

“Keep going Blaise, you’ll get it,” Draco looked calmly at the dark haired boy, as Harry put an arm around his thin waist.

“Some of you must’ve fallen in…and somehow…you…you two…did something, and you’re together.  But this has gaping holes in it.  Draco explain!” he planted his hands on his hips and glared at the blond.

“When the potion wore of Harry accidentally summoned my cloak and after the Quiddich match I went to return his cloak, we snogged and decided to see where this takes us.” Draco gave the super-ultra-condensed version of events.

“How did you figure all that out so fast?” Harry asked.

“Because I’m intelligent, Potter.  So you just decided that, after six years if hating each other, one snog and you’re dating? Has the potion affected your minds?”

“Of course not, I think all the hate stemmed from the fact that we wanted each other but thought that the other wouldn’t want us back.” Draco mused out loud.

Harry nodded although he had only really gotten the gist of what the blond had just said.  Blaise called him on this bluff.

“You aren’t really getting this are you Potter?” he smirked.

“I do!  I’m not stupid Zabini.” The brunette said indignantly.

“Blaise stop being mean we have more important problems to attend to.”  Draco interjected.

“Like how many times Potter is going to get cursed walking into the common room?”

“How did you even know we were going into the common room!?” Harry said.

“I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again; I’m intelligent.”

“So what do you reckon Blaise?” Draco sighed.

“Hmm, I think we should put a shielding charm on him.”

“Wait why? Harry asked.

The two Slytherins looked at him like he was insane, but Draco was the one who spoke.

“Do you have any idea how many sons and daughters of Death Eaters are in there?”

“Or how many future Death Eaters?” Blaise put in.

Harry crossed his arms and said “And you two are what?”

Harry was somewhat confused, they were talking about how many potential Death Eaters were in the common room, but they said nothing about their take on the topic.  Harry knew he would have to have the ‘whose side are you on’ talk with Draco, but he had not known how soon.

They both stared at the brunette for a moment, shocked, and then Draco sighed.

“Alright Harry, you know that all my life my views have been dominated by my father.  Well he’s, obviously, not here or in my life for the time being.  So I have decided to go against his wishes and not join the Death Eaters and I never will.” He stuck out his left arm and pulled the sleeve up to his elbow, the alabaster skin there was unmarked.  

Harry sighed and pulled Draco into his arms, “You don’t know how much that means to me.”  He mumbled.

The blond looked up at him and responded “Actually I do.” and led him into the common room, Blaise in tow.

It took the Slytherins a few seconds to register the fact that the Boy Who Lived had walked into their common room, and by that time Draco had led him to an empty couch and sat down, hand on his thigh, awaiting the unavoidable shock to wear off.

A girl sitting near the couch murmured “Ho-ly shit.”

“Any questions?” Draco smiled coldly to his housemates.

Crabbe actually raised his large hand, when the blond nodded for him to continue, he said ever so eloquently, “Er…what the bloody fuck is he doin’ here?”

“He is my boyfriend, and if any of you get ANY funny ideas I will personally administer a…warning.” He smiled evilly.

Harry was astonished by the acquiescence of all the occupants of the common room, they unquestioningly took what Draco said and accepted it.  (This is where Pansy makes her entrance.)

She bounced down the stairway to the girls’ dormitories, “I thought I heard your lovely, sexy voice Dra-” her ‘slytherin prince seeking’ eyes had alighted on him on the leather couch, with a man, but not just any man; Harry Potter.

“Is this another trick Draco?” she asked eyeing the placement of the blonde’s hand.

“No.” he answered simply, Harry began to worry about Pansy’s sanity.

“T-then what’s this?” she said in a very high pitched voice.

“Well let’s guess, Harry’s a man, I’m a man, my hand is in a not very platonic position,” he continued ignoring the brunettes amused snort, “and as I have told you…how many times Blaise?”

The dark haired teen checked a scrap of paper in his pocket and responded, “87.”

“Thank you, told you 87 times Pansy, I. Am. Gay.” He finished.

“He-he’s not your boyfriend is he?” she stuttered in a horrified whisper as though Draco had a deadly disease.

“Yes he is, see?” The blond turned to Harry, places his free hand on his cheek and kissed him fully on the mouth.  He then looked back at Pansy who stood, hands over her mouth and wide eyes.

“Well I think that’s enough coming out for one day, I’ll walk you out Harry.”

“That went well,” the Gryffindor whispered.

“Exceedingly so, I’ll see you later Harry,” Draco responded kissing his boyfriend goodbye.

The brunette left felling confused but happy as he made his way back to his friends.  Then he remembered he and Draco had been interrupted twice that day and was very sexually frustrated.

End Chapter