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Title: Voice in the Dark - Part 4
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Rating: R to NC-17
Summary: The last sight Harry Potter ever saw was Draco Malfoy casting the Killing Curse at him. What doesn't kill us makes us stronger. We're finally at the slash stage.
Warnings: blind!Harry, smut(yeah!)
A/N: There will also be an interlude posted shortly that fits between Part 3 and Part 4. Beta'd by the indomitable Drew! Thank you!
As Always - concrit is welcomed with open arms!
If you missed the beginning, you can find all published chapters in my memories
He was surrounded by warmth and he snuggled deeper and deeper into it. The blankets covered his body and there was a comforting weight over his waist. There was another comforting weight behind him, keeping him secure. When Harry opened his eyes, it was still dark and Harry sighed. It was obviously still night.
Right after this thought went through Harry’s head, his eyes snapped back open. It wasn’t night and he had no way of determining what time it was. He was blind. It would always be dark. His panic magnified as he realized that the weight on his waist was an arm and it was connected to the male, the aroused male, behind him.
With a panicked gulp, Harry shook off the arm and leaped out of bed. Panting hard, he shook as he tried to figure out where he was and, more importantly, who was in bed with him.
The events of the night before went through his head just as a sardonic voice piped up from the bed, “Don’t tell me this is how you always wake up, Potter.”
“What time is it?” Harry’s panic slowly got under control. He was proud of the fact that he was no longer panting.
“It’s a little after eight in the morning.”
“That means Mrs. Weasley is making breakfast.”
“Why, yes, it probably does. However, I’m in bed, I’m comfortable and I’m going back to sleep.” The panic subsided as Harry was tempted to laugh at the petulant tone to Draco’s voice. Obviously, he wasn’t a morning person.
“Err, Draco?” Harry was hesitant to voice his thought but he just had to ask.
“Yes, Harry?” Again, the sardonic voice came from the bed. Harry felt a small shiver creep through his abdomen as Draco stressed Harry’s name.
“You’re in my bed.” The words fell out in a garbled rush.
“That I am. Before you ask your next question,” Harry snapped his mouth closed. “I plan on staying here. If you wish to go back to sleep, you are stuck sharing this bed with me. It’s your choice, Harry.” This time, as Draco dropped Harry’s name casually, the small shiver turned into a frisson and Harry felt himself swell a bit more in his pants. He really hoped that Draco couldn’t see it. With a hoped-for casual motion, Harry put one hand in front of his tenting pajamas and slipped back into bed.
Shifting around, Harry moved so that his back faced Draco once more. Although they weren’t currently touching, Harry could feel Draco behind him. He could feel the heat radiating, the breath puffing and the erection.
Harry had never really thought about sex. Well, he’d thought about it but he hadn’t thought thought about it. He wanted it, what teenaged boy didn’t? It was just, he’d never really thought about having it with another boy. He’d always liked girls, hadn’t he?
“Stop thinking so hard, Potter. I can hear the carnage over here.” Harry cut off a laugh, lest he encourage Draco.
“So sorry to actually be trying to use my brain, Malfoy.”
“And well you should be.” Draco humphed a breath of air and then Harry felt Draco fling his arm over Harry’s chest once more. “Sleep.”
The screaming from the doorway woke Harry. A variety of observations hit Harry all at once, Draco was nuzzling his ear, his hand was on Harry’s crotch, the screaming sounded male and Harry was quite aroused.
“Weasel, if you’re done screaming like a little girl, I’d appreciate you leaving and closing the door.”
“What, but, how, when, what, ARGH!”
“When you’re ready to complete a thought, feel free to let me know. Until then, out.” Harry wanted to chuckle at the still sputtering Ron and be upset at Draco’s superior tone. Instead, he settled on faking sleep.
When the door slammed shut, Draco moved his head into the crook of Harry’s neck and blew a small puff of air against his skin. Harry shivered.
“I know you’re awake.” The words were silky against Harry’s skin.
“I, err…”
“Do all Gryffindors communicate this ineffectively? It’s amazing any of you have managed to make anything of yourselves.”
“Malfoy, anyone would communicate poorly when another bloke has their hands on the bits!”
“Ah, yes, the infamous bits, I can vouch for the fact that they don’t feel like they’re defective. From the show in the bath yesterday, they certainly didn’t look defective.” Harry’s sputtering cut itself off as Draco tightened his grip. Harry’s morning erection hardened completely as he thrust shallowly into the grip.
“Cat got your tongue, Potter?” The sarcastic voice intruded on the tense moment and broke Harry out of his thoughts.
“More like dragon has my bits, Malfoy. You can let go anytime you want.” Harry turned his head to look where he thought Draco’s head might be.
“Are you sure you really want that?” Harry turned completely over to face Draco.
“Why are you doing this, Draco?”
“For a simple reason, Harry, this.” Draco’s lips were a little chapped and hesitant as they touched against Harry’s. When Harry didn’t react, they pulled back.
“What did you do that for?” Harry asked after a moment.
“I apologize for my inappropriate behavior, it shan’t happen again.” The bed shifted as Draco pulled back. Harry could tell that Draco was struggling to get out of the bed. With a desperate tug, Harry pulled Draco back down.
“Don’t go.”
“Why? So that you can properly punish me for daring to kiss the Almighty Potter? I’m mortified enough, thank you very much.”
“I wasn’t planning on punishing you, Draco. I wanted to know why you stopped.” Harry reached out a hand, intending to touch Draco’s face. Instead, he touched Draco’s bare collarbone. A tentative sweep of his fingers and he was cupping Draco’s cheek. Further movement pushed his hand into Draco’s hair and he pulled the blond’s face closer until their lips were ghosting against each other.
“What are you doing, Harry?” Draco sounded unsure and young. Harry smiled.
“I believe it’s called snogging.” With that, Harry pressed his lips against Draco’s. He opened his mouth to touch his tongue against Draco’s lips. A moan rewarded his actions as Draco opened his mouth. Harry swept in as tongues danced and explored. The comfortable weight of an embracing arm and the illicit touch of a hand further heightened the moment.
A shiver raced up Harry’s spine as Draco’s hand brushed past his nipple. When Draco tugged Harry to lie atop his body, Harry moaned again. Their erections rubbed against each other through the silky confines of their pajamas. Harry bore down while Draco arched up into the pressure. Hands started frantically tugging at clothing and hair as the kiss increased.
“Sweet Mother, my eyes! My eyes! Oh God, why couldn’t it have been me to go blind?! Oh God!” A voice intruded from the doorway. Harry’s head reared back as he searched the darkness for the origin of the voice.
“What part of ‘go away, Weasel’ was so hard to understand? Harry, harder!” Draco’s hands fisted into Harry’s hair and pulled him back down to a hard kiss.
“For the love of Merlin, stop! Mum sent me up here to tell you to get down to breakfast, now.” Harry pulled back once more.
“We should go, Draco. I’m hungry.”
“I’m hungry too and I’m really really close to satisfying that hunger. Five minutes, Weasel. Give us five fucking minutes.” Harry heard a yelp and then the door slammed. “There, now where were we?” Harry could feel the smirk as it pressed against his lips. With a groan, he pushed himself back into the kissing as they frotted against each other. A gasp of air and Harry came. Draco almost keened as he came shortly afterwards.
“You’re heavy.” Draco’s voice once more broke through Harry’s thoughts.
“Sorry.” Harry started to roll off the blond.
“No, stay, I like it.” The words slurred together as Draco mumbled them. Harry’s stomach grumbled against Draco’s.
“We should go.”
“Yeah, ok.” Harry was too comfortable where he was. “Harry?”
“Yeah?”
“What just happened?” Harry knew Draco wasn’t just asking about the frotting. He was asking about the future, the ramifications from their actions and whether their relationship had changed from antagonists.
“I don’t know, Draco.” Harry kept his tone soft.
“Can we just stay here, ignore the rest of them?”
“We’ll have to leave eventually. We need to eat.”
“Do you ever think with something other than your stomach?” Draco’s tone was dry but indulgent. Harry smirked. His hand drifted down to the drying come between them.
“Obviously.”
“That’s it! Off!” Draco shoved at Harry’s shoulders until he rolled off. Harry stayed lying on his back as Draco crawled over him to get out of bed.
Harry could hear Draco casting a Scourgify on himself and the rustle of clothing as Draco dressed.
“Come on, lazy, out of bed and get cleaned up. You’re the one who wants to eat.”
“I can’t see, Draco. I can’t cast a spell, I can’t clean myself off. Oh God, I can’t kill Voldemort if I can’t see him!” Harry’s panic rose further and further as he finally realized the ramifications of his blindness.
“You can still clean yourself, Harry. Stop being a whiny prat and get to it!” A rough tone accompanied the gruff hands that pulled Harry out of bed and onto the floor. “Here! Clean yourself up.” The familiar wood in his hands comforted Harry.
“How, Draco? I can’t see to cast!” Harry stayed on the floor as he pointed his free hand to his eyes.
“You can hold a wand. You can speak. You can feel where you need to point the wand. Put it all together, Scarhead.”
“You don’t understand…” Harry was interrupted by Draco.
“I understand that you’re afraid to try it yourself. Casting isn’t the same as walking across a room, is it? It should be easier. Come on, Harry, try it.” Draco’s hand held onto Harry’s as it guided the wand to point at his abdomen. Harry’s hand shook. “Try it.” A quietly urging voice echoed with concern.
“Scourgify.” Harry spoke quietly as he willed the magic to happen. A tingle and the stickiness disappeared.
“I did it!”
“Yeah, you did it. Now, come on, I’m hungry.” Harry reached his hand out and Draco pulled him to his feet. Taking advantage of his momentum, Harry pressed his lips against Draco’s.
“Thanks.” Harry felt the answering smile against his lips.
“Prat.” Draco’s hand threaded into Harry’s hair and the pair kissed, this time, much deeper. A knock on the door interrupted them once more.
“You decent in there?” Ron’s voice was timid.
“Give me a minute, Ron, I’m finishing up in the bathroom!” Harry yelled back through the door. When clothes were pressed into his hands, Harry dressed and then made his way over to where he hoped the door was. The knob in his hand rewarded his sense of direction and he couldn’t help the self-satisfied smile.
“Hey, Ron, I, um, wanted to, well, that is…”
“Mate, I really don’t want to hear about it now. We’ll talk later, much much later.” Ron’s hand grabbed Harry’s elbow to start steering him down the hall. With a tug, Harry pulled his arm out of Ron’s grasp.
“I can do it myself. Just let me know when the steps start.” Harry slowly walked down the hall until Ron yelled, “Steps!” Harry counted down the steps carefully until he finally reached the basement.
Pushing through the door to the kitchen, Harry felt the conversations grind to a halt as all the eyes turned towards him.
“What’s for breakfast?” The silence continued as tension filled the air.
“You sure you didn’t have breakfast upstairs, mate?” One of the twins’ voices cut through the silence. Laughter filled the air as both twins appreciated the commentary but Harry could tell that the rest of the occupants were not happy with him.
“I don’t have to explain myself to you. I’m an adult. But, no, I didn’t ‘have breakfast upstairs’.” Harry slowly started across the room towards the table. “Someone want to tell me where an empty seat is?” Scraping sounds filled the room as a chair was pushed back.
“Here, Harry.” A slight touch on his elbow and Harry sat.
“Thanks. Mrs. Weasley?”
“Yes, Harry?” The words sounded forced to Harry.
“Could I have some breakfast?” As if in response to Harry’s inquiry, the sound of raised voices erupted from out in the house. A crash rang out and, as one mass, everyone in the room got up to see what was happening.
“Err, hello?” Harry slowly stood up from the table and made his way across the room. Carefully opening the door, he walked right into a body and crashed backwards to land on his butt. His head cracked painfully against the door.
“It’s none of your business, Weasel.” Draco’s sneering tone rose above the fleshy thud of bodies hitting each other.
“He’s my best mate and if you’re taking advantage of him being blind, then it’s completely my business, Ferret Face!” Ron’s response was seconded by the sound of breaking bone.
“Ouch, you fucker! That was my nose!” Another thud and Ron cried out.
“Boys, knock it off this instant!” Mrs. Weasley’s voice joined in the fray.
“That’s it, Ron, knock the ferret on his ass!”
“I’ll lay odds that Ferret wins this one. Any takers?”
“George! You are really not helping the situation!” Mrs. Weasley chastised the twin.
“I’m Fred, Mum!”
“Doesn’t matter, what one says the other thinks. Get in there and break it up before they break anything else.” Harry felt the magic shimmer in the air as the twins cast spells to immobilize and silence the combatants.
“Thank you, boys. Now, who wants to tell me exactly what was going on here?” Harry could just envision Mrs. Weasley’s hands on her hips and the glare on her face. When silence continued, he heard a huff and a, “Finite Incantum”.
“He,” Ron paused and Harry was sure that he was gesturing rudely towards Draco, “was taking advantage of Harry in bed! I told you that already! When I tried to call him on it, he attacked me!”
“Pardon my language, Mrs. Weasley but bollocks! You started attacking me and I refused to discuss the situation with you. It’s between Harry and me and it should stay that way.”
“Like I already said, Ferret, if it involves Harry, it involves me!”
“Quite an ego you have, Weaselby.”
“Shut it, Ferret!”
“Make me, Weasel!” A growl and Harry could hear fists flying again. Mrs. Weasley quickly immobilized the fighters once more.
“You,” Another pause and Harry wondered what was happening, “will stay right there. You…will go to your room and stay there until you can control your fists.”
“Fine.” Ron’s sulky voice was followed by the sounds of footsteps on the stairs.
“Draco, Harry, come with me. The rest of you, find something productive to do.” The sounds of scrambling people filled the air as Harry pushed himself to a standing position. After the footsteps trickled away, Harry felt a hand on his arm.
“This way, boys.” Harry felt Mrs. Weasley drag him into the kitchen.
“Sit.” They both quickly sat. Mrs. Weasley’s tone brooked no arguments.
“Who wants to tell me what, exactly, happened up there this morning?”
“It’s none of your business.” Draco sounded petulant and Harry smiled as he imagined Draco crossing his arms and pouting all at the same time as he tried to sound imperious.
“If it denigrates into fighting in this house than it most certainly does involve me, young man. Harry, dear, why don’t you explain to me what happened?”
“We, well, we were just kissing when Ron walked into the room. It wasn’t anything.” Harry hoped he sounded honest and innocent.
“Are you sure that’s all you have to say?”
“Yes, Mrs. Weasley. Ron overreacted like he always does. You know how he is.”
“He is apt to think the worse at times. Alright boys, I’ll believe you this time. However, no more sharing a room.”
“But, Mrs. Weasley…”
“No buts, I’m responsible for you and that’s final.”
“It’s my house!” Harry couldn’t help but shout. “Besides, we’re both of age!”
“Then you’re both old enough to know how to use a locking charm!” Harry couldn’t tell if Mrs. Weasley had backed off her ‘that’s final’ stance.
“Who’s saying it will happen again?” Draco’s voice interrupted.
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Title: Voice in the Dark - Part 4
Author:
wook77Rating: R to NC-17
Summary: The last sight Harry Potter ever saw was Draco Malfoy casting the Killing Curse at him. What doesn't kill us makes us stronger. We're finally at the slash stage.
Warnings: blind!Harry, smut(yeah!)
A/N: There will also be an interlude posted shortly that fits between Part 3 and Part 4. Beta'd by the indomitable Drew! Thank you!
As Always - concrit is welcomed with open arms!
If you missed the beginning, you can find all published chapters in my memories
He was surrounded by warmth and he snuggled deeper and deeper into it. The blankets covered his body and there was a comforting weight over his waist. There was another comforting weight behind him, keeping him secure. When Harry opened his eyes, it was still dark and Harry sighed. It was obviously still night.
Right after this thought went through Harry’s head, his eyes snapped back open. It wasn’t night and he had no way of determining what time it was. He was blind. It would always be dark. His panic magnified as he realized that the weight on his waist was an arm and it was connected to the male, the aroused male, behind him.
With a panicked gulp, Harry shook off the arm and leaped out of bed. Panting hard, he shook as he tried to figure out where he was and, more importantly, who was in bed with him.
The events of the night before went through his head just as a sardonic voice piped up from the bed, “Don’t tell me this is how you always wake up, Potter.”
“What time is it?” Harry’s panic slowly got under control. He was proud of the fact that he was no longer panting.
“It’s a little after eight in the morning.”
“That means Mrs. Weasley is making breakfast.”
“Why, yes, it probably does. However, I’m in bed, I’m comfortable and I’m going back to sleep.” The panic subsided as Harry was tempted to laugh at the petulant tone to Draco’s voice. Obviously, he wasn’t a morning person.
“Err, Draco?” Harry was hesitant to voice his thought but he just had to ask.
“Yes, Harry?” Again, the sardonic voice came from the bed. Harry felt a small shiver creep through his abdomen as Draco stressed Harry’s name.
“You’re in my bed.” The words fell out in a garbled rush.
“That I am. Before you ask your next question,” Harry snapped his mouth closed. “I plan on staying here. If you wish to go back to sleep, you are stuck sharing this bed with me. It’s your choice, Harry.” This time, as Draco dropped Harry’s name casually, the small shiver turned into a frisson and Harry felt himself swell a bit more in his pants. He really hoped that Draco couldn’t see it. With a hoped-for casual motion, Harry put one hand in front of his tenting pajamas and slipped back into bed.
Shifting around, Harry moved so that his back faced Draco once more. Although they weren’t currently touching, Harry could feel Draco behind him. He could feel the heat radiating, the breath puffing and the erection.
Harry had never really thought about sex. Well, he’d thought about it but he hadn’t thought thought about it. He wanted it, what teenaged boy didn’t? It was just, he’d never really thought about having it with another boy. He’d always liked girls, hadn’t he?
“Stop thinking so hard, Potter. I can hear the carnage over here.” Harry cut off a laugh, lest he encourage Draco.
“So sorry to actually be trying to use my brain, Malfoy.”
“And well you should be.” Draco humphed a breath of air and then Harry felt Draco fling his arm over Harry’s chest once more. “Sleep.”
The screaming from the doorway woke Harry. A variety of observations hit Harry all at once, Draco was nuzzling his ear, his hand was on Harry’s crotch, the screaming sounded male and Harry was quite aroused.
“Weasel, if you’re done screaming like a little girl, I’d appreciate you leaving and closing the door.”
“What, but, how, when, what, ARGH!”
“When you’re ready to complete a thought, feel free to let me know. Until then, out.” Harry wanted to chuckle at the still sputtering Ron and be upset at Draco’s superior tone. Instead, he settled on faking sleep.
When the door slammed shut, Draco moved his head into the crook of Harry’s neck and blew a small puff of air against his skin. Harry shivered.
“I know you’re awake.” The words were silky against Harry’s skin.
“I, err…”
“Do all Gryffindors communicate this ineffectively? It’s amazing any of you have managed to make anything of yourselves.”
“Malfoy, anyone would communicate poorly when another bloke has their hands on the bits!”
“Ah, yes, the infamous bits, I can vouch for the fact that they don’t feel like they’re defective. From the show in the bath yesterday, they certainly didn’t look defective.” Harry’s sputtering cut itself off as Draco tightened his grip. Harry’s morning erection hardened completely as he thrust shallowly into the grip.
“Cat got your tongue, Potter?” The sarcastic voice intruded on the tense moment and broke Harry out of his thoughts.
“More like dragon has my bits, Malfoy. You can let go anytime you want.” Harry turned his head to look where he thought Draco’s head might be.
“Are you sure you really want that?” Harry turned completely over to face Draco.
“Why are you doing this, Draco?”
“For a simple reason, Harry, this.” Draco’s lips were a little chapped and hesitant as they touched against Harry’s. When Harry didn’t react, they pulled back.
“What did you do that for?” Harry asked after a moment.
“I apologize for my inappropriate behavior, it shan’t happen again.” The bed shifted as Draco pulled back. Harry could tell that Draco was struggling to get out of the bed. With a desperate tug, Harry pulled Draco back down.
“Don’t go.”
“Why? So that you can properly punish me for daring to kiss the Almighty Potter? I’m mortified enough, thank you very much.”
“I wasn’t planning on punishing you, Draco. I wanted to know why you stopped.” Harry reached out a hand, intending to touch Draco’s face. Instead, he touched Draco’s bare collarbone. A tentative sweep of his fingers and he was cupping Draco’s cheek. Further movement pushed his hand into Draco’s hair and he pulled the blond’s face closer until their lips were ghosting against each other.
“What are you doing, Harry?” Draco sounded unsure and young. Harry smiled.
“I believe it’s called snogging.” With that, Harry pressed his lips against Draco’s. He opened his mouth to touch his tongue against Draco’s lips. A moan rewarded his actions as Draco opened his mouth. Harry swept in as tongues danced and explored. The comfortable weight of an embracing arm and the illicit touch of a hand further heightened the moment.
A shiver raced up Harry’s spine as Draco’s hand brushed past his nipple. When Draco tugged Harry to lie atop his body, Harry moaned again. Their erections rubbed against each other through the silky confines of their pajamas. Harry bore down while Draco arched up into the pressure. Hands started frantically tugging at clothing and hair as the kiss increased.
“Sweet Mother, my eyes! My eyes! Oh God, why couldn’t it have been me to go blind?! Oh God!” A voice intruded from the doorway. Harry’s head reared back as he searched the darkness for the origin of the voice.
“What part of ‘go away, Weasel’ was so hard to understand? Harry, harder!” Draco’s hands fisted into Harry’s hair and pulled him back down to a hard kiss.
“For the love of Merlin, stop! Mum sent me up here to tell you to get down to breakfast, now.” Harry pulled back once more.
“We should go, Draco. I’m hungry.”
“I’m hungry too and I’m really really close to satisfying that hunger. Five minutes, Weasel. Give us five fucking minutes.” Harry heard a yelp and then the door slammed. “There, now where were we?” Harry could feel the smirk as it pressed against his lips. With a groan, he pushed himself back into the kissing as they frotted against each other. A gasp of air and Harry came. Draco almost keened as he came shortly afterwards.
“You’re heavy.” Draco’s voice once more broke through Harry’s thoughts.
“Sorry.” Harry started to roll off the blond.
“No, stay, I like it.” The words slurred together as Draco mumbled them. Harry’s stomach grumbled against Draco’s.
“We should go.”
“Yeah, ok.” Harry was too comfortable where he was. “Harry?”
“Yeah?”
“What just happened?” Harry knew Draco wasn’t just asking about the frotting. He was asking about the future, the ramifications from their actions and whether their relationship had changed from antagonists.
“I don’t know, Draco.” Harry kept his tone soft.
“Can we just stay here, ignore the rest of them?”
“We’ll have to leave eventually. We need to eat.”
“Do you ever think with something other than your stomach?” Draco’s tone was dry but indulgent. Harry smirked. His hand drifted down to the drying come between them.
“Obviously.”
“That’s it! Off!” Draco shoved at Harry’s shoulders until he rolled off. Harry stayed lying on his back as Draco crawled over him to get out of bed.
Harry could hear Draco casting a Scourgify on himself and the rustle of clothing as Draco dressed.
“Come on, lazy, out of bed and get cleaned up. You’re the one who wants to eat.”
“I can’t see, Draco. I can’t cast a spell, I can’t clean myself off. Oh God, I can’t kill Voldemort if I can’t see him!” Harry’s panic rose further and further as he finally realized the ramifications of his blindness.
“You can still clean yourself, Harry. Stop being a whiny prat and get to it!” A rough tone accompanied the gruff hands that pulled Harry out of bed and onto the floor. “Here! Clean yourself up.” The familiar wood in his hands comforted Harry.
“How, Draco? I can’t see to cast!” Harry stayed on the floor as he pointed his free hand to his eyes.
“You can hold a wand. You can speak. You can feel where you need to point the wand. Put it all together, Scarhead.”
“You don’t understand…” Harry was interrupted by Draco.
“I understand that you’re afraid to try it yourself. Casting isn’t the same as walking across a room, is it? It should be easier. Come on, Harry, try it.” Draco’s hand held onto Harry’s as it guided the wand to point at his abdomen. Harry’s hand shook. “Try it.” A quietly urging voice echoed with concern.
“Scourgify.” Harry spoke quietly as he willed the magic to happen. A tingle and the stickiness disappeared.
“I did it!”
“Yeah, you did it. Now, come on, I’m hungry.” Harry reached his hand out and Draco pulled him to his feet. Taking advantage of his momentum, Harry pressed his lips against Draco’s.
“Thanks.” Harry felt the answering smile against his lips.
“Prat.” Draco’s hand threaded into Harry’s hair and the pair kissed, this time, much deeper. A knock on the door interrupted them once more.
“You decent in there?” Ron’s voice was timid.
“Give me a minute, Ron, I’m finishing up in the bathroom!” Harry yelled back through the door. When clothes were pressed into his hands, Harry dressed and then made his way over to where he hoped the door was. The knob in his hand rewarded his sense of direction and he couldn’t help the self-satisfied smile.
“Hey, Ron, I, um, wanted to, well, that is…”
“Mate, I really don’t want to hear about it now. We’ll talk later, much much later.” Ron’s hand grabbed Harry’s elbow to start steering him down the hall. With a tug, Harry pulled his arm out of Ron’s grasp.
“I can do it myself. Just let me know when the steps start.” Harry slowly walked down the hall until Ron yelled, “Steps!” Harry counted down the steps carefully until he finally reached the basement.
Pushing through the door to the kitchen, Harry felt the conversations grind to a halt as all the eyes turned towards him.
“What’s for breakfast?” The silence continued as tension filled the air.
“You sure you didn’t have breakfast upstairs, mate?” One of the twins’ voices cut through the silence. Laughter filled the air as both twins appreciated the commentary but Harry could tell that the rest of the occupants were not happy with him.
“I don’t have to explain myself to you. I’m an adult. But, no, I didn’t ‘have breakfast upstairs’.” Harry slowly started across the room towards the table. “Someone want to tell me where an empty seat is?” Scraping sounds filled the room as a chair was pushed back.
“Here, Harry.” A slight touch on his elbow and Harry sat.
“Thanks. Mrs. Weasley?”
“Yes, Harry?” The words sounded forced to Harry.
“Could I have some breakfast?” As if in response to Harry’s inquiry, the sound of raised voices erupted from out in the house. A crash rang out and, as one mass, everyone in the room got up to see what was happening.
“Err, hello?” Harry slowly stood up from the table and made his way across the room. Carefully opening the door, he walked right into a body and crashed backwards to land on his butt. His head cracked painfully against the door.
“It’s none of your business, Weasel.” Draco’s sneering tone rose above the fleshy thud of bodies hitting each other.
“He’s my best mate and if you’re taking advantage of him being blind, then it’s completely my business, Ferret Face!” Ron’s response was seconded by the sound of breaking bone.
“Ouch, you fucker! That was my nose!” Another thud and Ron cried out.
“Boys, knock it off this instant!” Mrs. Weasley’s voice joined in the fray.
“That’s it, Ron, knock the ferret on his ass!”
“I’ll lay odds that Ferret wins this one. Any takers?”
“George! You are really not helping the situation!” Mrs. Weasley chastised the twin.
“I’m Fred, Mum!”
“Doesn’t matter, what one says the other thinks. Get in there and break it up before they break anything else.” Harry felt the magic shimmer in the air as the twins cast spells to immobilize and silence the combatants.
“Thank you, boys. Now, who wants to tell me exactly what was going on here?” Harry could just envision Mrs. Weasley’s hands on her hips and the glare on her face. When silence continued, he heard a huff and a, “Finite Incantum”.
“He,” Ron paused and Harry was sure that he was gesturing rudely towards Draco, “was taking advantage of Harry in bed! I told you that already! When I tried to call him on it, he attacked me!”
“Pardon my language, Mrs. Weasley but bollocks! You started attacking me and I refused to discuss the situation with you. It’s between Harry and me and it should stay that way.”
“Like I already said, Ferret, if it involves Harry, it involves me!”
“Quite an ego you have, Weaselby.”
“Shut it, Ferret!”
“Make me, Weasel!” A growl and Harry could hear fists flying again. Mrs. Weasley quickly immobilized the fighters once more.
“You,” Another pause and Harry wondered what was happening, “will stay right there. You…will go to your room and stay there until you can control your fists.”
“Fine.” Ron’s sulky voice was followed by the sounds of footsteps on the stairs.
“Draco, Harry, come with me. The rest of you, find something productive to do.” The sounds of scrambling people filled the air as Harry pushed himself to a standing position. After the footsteps trickled away, Harry felt a hand on his arm.
“This way, boys.” Harry felt Mrs. Weasley drag him into the kitchen.
“Sit.” They both quickly sat. Mrs. Weasley’s tone brooked no arguments.
“Who wants to tell me what, exactly, happened up there this morning?”
“It’s none of your business.” Draco sounded petulant and Harry smiled as he imagined Draco crossing his arms and pouting all at the same time as he tried to sound imperious.
“If it denigrates into fighting in this house than it most certainly does involve me, young man. Harry, dear, why don’t you explain to me what happened?”
“We, well, we were just kissing when Ron walked into the room. It wasn’t anything.” Harry hoped he sounded honest and innocent.
“Are you sure that’s all you have to say?”
“Yes, Mrs. Weasley. Ron overreacted like he always does. You know how he is.”
“He is apt to think the worse at times. Alright boys, I’ll believe you this time. However, no more sharing a room.”
“But, Mrs. Weasley…”
“No buts, I’m responsible for you and that’s final.”
“It’s my house!” Harry couldn’t help but shout. “Besides, we’re both of age!”
“Then you’re both old enough to know how to use a locking charm!” Harry couldn’t tell if Mrs. Weasley had backed off her ‘that’s final’ stance.
“Who’s saying it will happen again?” Draco’s voice interrupted.
by the way, I've changed my layout so if it's too busy or distracting or whatever, please let me know. I'm still tweaking.
ETA: Read the story at: The Hex Files or at Skyehawke .
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Date: 2005-10-18 10:42 pm (UTC)i really like that draco challenges harry about doing things by himself--it'll help him in the long run--while also being there for harry if he's needed. i'm kind of curious about how draco ended up in harry's bed, but i hope the announced interlude will address that.
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Date: 2005-10-18 11:28 pm (UTC)Yeah, I didn't want to copy Draco in Darkness but it's such a wonderful fic that I really wanted to do one from Harry's POV.
The interlude does address how they ended up in bed together ;)
I'm so very very glad you're enjoying this!
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Date: 2005-10-19 05:36 am (UTC)yay! i'm really looking forward to that.
well, thank you for writing it! otherwise, i wouldn't have anything to enjoy.
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Date: 2005-10-19 04:44 pm (UTC)Interlude will be up later today... not smutty but it is sweet, I hope.