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Title: Naive
Author: Oliver1234
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Disclaimer: Not Mine! Don’t Own em! Can’t Sell em! Just playin with em! Now get off by back!
Links to Chapters 1 and 2 are enclosed within the link. Sorry am stillg etting the hang of the whole lj-cut thing.
Chapter 3: Let’s go, notes at the end...
Since he was a baby, Gramps had been calling him the dumb one in the family, the ‘fluff for brain’. Grandmama, who was the more tolerant one, had said that he just needed some time, but one day he would show his full potential and that when that happened the world had better watch out! Contrary to all of Grandmama’s beliefs and well wishes, Ron had never really become super smart and he knew this. It didn’t bother him really, as he had other traits like that he was a nice person, and that he loved quidditch, a sport in which you had to know nothing but how to fly a broom.
Ron wasn’t very observant either. It always seemed as if he was the last to hear the joke, and then it took him extra time to actually get the joke, and he didn’t notice things in his surroundings much. For all of these reasons, Ron could have been wrong about this too. Maybe he was reading things the wrong way. Maybe Hermione knew exactly what was going on, and maybe he was just once again out of the loop. But, it just seemed to Ron, that the way Malfoy and Harry were looking at each other was not normal.
First off, Ron hated Malfoy! It was a rule really. Nothing against Draco personally, but Weasleys hated Malfoys and Malfoys hated Weasleys and that's how the story goes forever and ever, never changing. Yet, for all of the hatred that he expressed towards Malfoy, and for all of the bloody warnings, Harry seemed entranced by the git. Needless to say, Ron was very very confused, not to mention frustrated beyond belief.
Up until a few weeks ago Ron had been under the impression that he and Harry were best mates. They still were but, maybe not the best of mates. Could it possibly be true that Harry and Malfoy were better mates, then he and Harry? But why? Harry wasn’t into money, or pureblooded crap, he was above all that. Harry was supposed to be everything that the Malfoys weren’t. But then here Harry was, in potions and with Ron as his partner, only Ron had been trying to get his attention for the past 10 minutes, but Harry was beaming at Malfoy, and though Malfoy had turned to his work with Zabini, every five minutes he turned and looked at Harry shyly and Harry’s eyes like....leaped or something.
“HARRY!” Ron finally shouted, causing Harry to jump, and look around guiltily. Ron huffed. “You need to crush the arabella seeds. We’re partners you know, and even if you like Malfoy better now...,” Ron trailed off sadly.
Harry looked at him, ashamed. “I’m sorry Ron. It’s only that Draco was upset at switching partners and I wanted to make sure he’s ok. I...I don’t like him better.”
Ron looked at Harry out of the corner of his eye and was alarmed to see him blush, and look down guiltily. He suspected Harry had just outright lied to him. “I still don’t see what you see in that git Harry,” he mumbled.
Harry’s head snapped up to glare at him. Ron was taken aback by the heat of that glare. Harry had never glared at him before. “Ron! Draco is not a git! He’s my best friend and I’d appreciate it if...”
“Crush the seeds Harry,” Ron handed him the mortar and pestle and tried not to let his friends words sting. “I just, I miss you Harry. We never do anything together anymore. I...I just thought we were friends, and that you still liked me.”
Ron expected to see the same look of shame grace Harry’s visage, so he was very surprised when all he could see was exasperation in those green eyes.
“Oh! Give it a rest will you? I’m allowed to have other friends, and that doesn’t mean I’m just dropping you and you know that! It’s not that big a deal.”
Ron was angry now. “It is a big deal when you look at him like...like...the way you look at him. Like, you wanna eat him or something.”
“I don’t wanna eat Draco!”
“It’s just not natural how close you two are! I don’t understand a lot but I do know...”
“Ya, that’s right! You understand nothing. You’re dumb Ron, and you know nothing about Draco!”
Tears prickled in Ron’s eyes and he slumped over miserably. Harry immediately gasped in shame, and turned towards him apologetically. “Ron, I didn’t mean...,”
“I get it Harry, but...look, I know I may not be Hermione, or even Malfoy, and I’m not a hero but I’m not dumb! I thought we were friends, and as your friend I was just trying to tell you something’s off with Malfoy the best way I know how but...,” Ron stopped, allowing a tear to roll down his cheek.
Harry stared at Ron, not knowing what to do to comfort him. On the other hand, he was insulted for Draco and for himself, but he had never meant to make Ron cry.
The pair spent the rest of the class in silence, Ron silently crying while Harry kept shooting anxious looks, full of remorse, at him. Ron didn’t acknowledge him, but only curled further into himself. By the time they handed their potion in, Harry was a wreck filled with self hatred. Ron didn’t even glance at him as he walked off to his next class. He found himself longing to go to sleep, preferably curled up to Draco so he could cry into his shoulder.
Draco was taking a little longer depositing his potion, and Harry thought it would be ok if he didn’t wait for him just this once. Alone, Harry sadly made his way to Divination. He couldn’t wait for the day to end.
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“I am sure you are aware that I would never have come to you if I did not believe that the issue was important Headmaster.”
“Yes, of course Severus. Are you quite sure you would not like a lemon drop? New package just came this morning.”
Severus glanced warily at the container of lemon drops on the desk in front of him. While it may be true that a new shipment came that very morning, one could never tell whether the headmaster was currently using that new shipment. Severus leaned back into the armchair and tried to direct the conversation back to the main topic.
“It’s Potter and Malfoy sir. I know that...,”
“Splendid isn’t it!” Dumbledore enthusiastically interrupted. “I have to say Severus, and I’m certain you would agree, that I would have thought that Harry and Mr. Malfoy would have had the most trouble adjusting to the interhouse common policy but they have proved to be the best example of companionship the program has seen thus far! Why, just the other day I was perusing the corridors and the two of them walked past me- I should tell you, from the way Harry was looking at Draco, one would’ve though that they’d been together since birth!” Dumbledore sat back in his chair, a bright twinkle in his eye, a brilliant smile on his face.
“Yes, um, well,” Severus started cautiously. “That was part of what I wanted to talk about. You see, while I’m sure everyone is astounded and pleased by the progress they’ve made, I worry that perhaps they are becoming a bit too close.
Dumbledore’s look became stern. “Whatever do you mean Severus?”
“I’m afraid that the boys are developing...intimate feeling for one another,” Severus said. Dumbledore’s look became one of anger.
“Where do you get off making such accusations Snape! Simply because two boys have become friends you come off saying!...,”
“With all due respect sir, I have seen evidence of such a thing! Why just in my class today, they were holding hands with one another! You can’t say this is normal behavior!”
Dumbledore slammed his fist onto his desktop effectively shutting Snape up. “They are young boys Snape, and others would be wise to follow in their footsteps. They have opened their hands, and hearts to each other and for you to twist into some depraved, inappropriate!...,”
“I was only saying perhaps we should keep an eye on them!” Severus yelled.
Dumbledore glared and threw out his hand in front of him. Severus jumped as the door to the headmaster’s office slammed open. Fawks started shrieking in anger and alarm. “I will keep an eye on them Severus, but at the moment I must request for you to leave my office as I have grown tired of this nonsense!”
“But sir if you would only..,”
“Get Out!”
Moments later Dumbledore’s head was on his desk and Snape was out the door.
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Draco had been worried about Harry all day. First off, Draco had expected Harry to wait for him after potions but by the time Draco finished cleaning up his work station Harry was gone. Draco didn’t think it had taken him that much longer then usual, and Harry usually was willing to wait longer for him. He wasn’t sure whether to be hurt that Harry would leave him alone, and he hadn’t a clue what he could have done if Harry was upset with him.
It had been on his way from Arithmancy, that he had seen Ron Weasley. The red head looked miserable, walking with his head down his books clutched tightly to his chest. Draco had looked for Harry, as he had noticed that Harry always walked with Weasley to classes that the two of them shared. It was then that Draco realized that Harry and Ron must have had a fight. That would explain Harry’s disappearance in potions, and why he wasn’t walking to class with Ron. This made Draco only more anxious to see Harry.
Draco didn’t like the Weasel by any means. The Weasleys were purebloods of the lowest forms, intermarrying with Veela’s, and wearing homemade sweaters. Just because they were poor, didn’t mean they had to let everyone know about it. And then there was that Arthur Weasley, who was obsessed with all things muggle. Now even though Harry had softened Draco a bit when it came to Muggles, Draco had absolutely desire to spend all day in the presence of one, or something that was touched by a muggle. Furthermore, the Weasleys and Malfoy’s hated each other. As far as Draco knew, they always had.
This wasn’t about Draco though; it was about Harry. No matter, how much Draco hated the Weasel, he knew that Harry’s friendship with Ron meant the world to him. Harry, in turn, meant the world to Draco and if Harry had fought with Ron he would be hurting right now, and would need someone to comfort him. Draco would be his first choice, followed by Granger. So Draco sat through Arithmancy and Charms, all the while worrying about how Harry was doing. By the time lunch came Draco could barely contain his need to see that Harry was all right.
Although the staff had introduced interhouse common rooms, the students still generally remained in their previous seats while dining in the Great Hall. Because of this, Draco knew that he wouldn’t be able to speak to Harry unless he caught him on his way into lunch. Draco quickened his pace, and he was just reaching the doors to the Great Hall when he saw Harry turn the corner. Draco felt himself wilt at the sight of Harry, looking all lonely, his head down, face buried by tufts of black hair making him look all fragile and vulnerable. Harry was clutching his books much in the same way as Weasel had, and at the thought of Ron, Draco felt a burst of anger. He was amazed at how protective he felt of Harry, when they had been friends for such a short time. In that time, though, the two had grown remarkably close and seeing the way Harry was walking slowly, his sneakers dragging, Draco instantly wanted to hold him and make it all better, while insuring that Harry would never be hurt again.
“Harry,” Draco murmured, and Harry paused and then looked up. His lips quivered when he caught sight of Draco, and he walked towards him coming to a stop a few feet in front of the blonde. “Harry are you okay?” Draco asked worriedly.
“Hi Dray,” Harry said softly, avoiding the previous question. Gods, Harry looked like he was about to cry. Harry started to say something else.
“Harry!” a shout interrupted them. Draco’s eyes flickered to where Granger was standing, ushering Harry to lunch , her hand waving about. “COme on Harry.”
Harry looked at the two of them, before turning back to Draco reluctantly. “Guess I’ll see you later?” Harry asked and he sounded so vulnerable and upset that Draco wanted to cocoon him in his arms.
“Harry, just hold on,” but Hermione had grabbed his arm. Harry gave him one sad look before trudging to the Gryffindor table after Hermione. Draco wanted nothing more than to plant himself in a seat at the table and not budge until Harry was feeling better, but he knew chaos would erupt if he sat at the Gryffindor table. Just because Harry and a few other selected Gryffindors had warmed up to him, didn’t mean the majority had. Reluctantly, Draco made his way over to the Slytherin table where he poured himself some pumpkin juice and kept a worried eye on Harry who was pushing his food around on his plate. Ron, who was a few seats down from him, was acting in much the same fashion but of course Draco didn’t care about him. Draco’s friends abandoned all attempts at conversation with him when they realized that he wasn’t really paying attention to anyone except Harry.
A few times during the meal, when he wasn’t stealing little surreptitious looks at Ron- Harry looked up and caught his eye, but every time it looked as if Harry was lost and scared and about to cry and Draco’s heart lurched in his chest. Once again, he marveled over how much this one person had come to mean to him in just a few short months. Digging into his food like a man on a mission, Draco resolved to see Harry after his last class- astronomy- and cheer him up. The end of the day couldn’t come soon enough.
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Lunch was terrible for Harry. Ron wouldn’t even look at him, let alone speak to him, and Draco was all the way on the other side of the hall. Hermione was trying to find out what was wrong but Harry didn’t feel like talking about it. He felt ashamed; He had been so mean to Ron and although he had been insulting Draco, he hadn’t deserved to be called dumb. Ron was moody, and upset, and wouldn’t provide any answers either although he had been shooting Draco looks filled with anger, which made Harry’s blood boil once again. Overall, Harry was having a perfectly miserable day
It came as something as a surprise really; that morning it had looked as if this just might be his best day ever. He had been cuddled up with Draco, kissing and petting him while Draco made those adorable little sounds. Harry wished that he and Draco had skived off classes and stayed in bed.
History of Magic was worse then usual. Harry couldn't concentrate on anything Professor Binns was saying, so caught up was he with the thought that this was his last class of the day and then he could escape back to his rooms, and go to sleep. He felt drained.
When the bell rang, and they were finally dismissed Harry brushed Hermione off, and made way for the dungeons. He went past the entrance to the old Slytherin common room, and right up to Jasper’s portrait. “Cobblestones,” he muttered.
“Wrong,” Jasper rasped.
Harry sighed and looked around to see if anyone else was coming, but he was alone. “Starboard,” Harry guessed.
Jasper cackled gleefully and pointed the tip of his sword at Harry. “Wrong again,” he sing songed.
Harry slumped miserably against the stone wall to the side of him, and hoped that someone was coming soon. He brought his knees up and let his head droop onto them.
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“Harry!” Draco ran down the corridor towards the small, curled up, lump of his best friend. He stopped, a few feet in front of him. Harry lifted his head and looked up at him. He looked exhausted. “Why aren’t you in the common room?”
“The password’s changed,” the black haired boy mumbled. Draco cursed under his breath and turned to glare at the pirate guarding their common room. That they had to get a portrait of a complete nutter.... “Shiver Me Timbers.” The portrait glared at him, and swung open grumbling about irritating young Malfoys. Harry stood up, and followed Draco through the shared common room, and into the dormitories corridor, until finally Draco opened their door, and they both went inside.
Draco fumbled with his tie, wondering how to approach Harry now that he was free to confront him about what had happened with Ron. Harry on the other hand, had made his way to Draco’s bed and was now tucked into the warmth of Draco’s covers. Draco smiled tenderly at the lump in his bed, though he knew that Harry couldn’t see him. He sighed and made his way over to the bed. “Harry,” he said softly. Harry’s head appeared from underneath the covers, bright green eyes staring at him. “Budge over.”
Harry made room for Draco, and Draco slid underneath the covers with him, burying his head the way Harry had done so that they were staring at each other in the dark. “You ok?” Draco asked sweetly and Harry’s became glossy.
“No,” his voice shook. Gods Harry, Draco opened his arms and Harry moved into them burying his head in Draco’s shoulder. “I was mean to Ron in potions,” Harry started. “I called him dumb and... and now he won’t talk to me or look at me and you weren’t there,” he murmured shakily. Draco sighed and pulled him closer, combing his fingers through Harry’s soft black locks.
“I didn’t know what to do...he insulted you and I was only defending you but...I just want us to be ok.”
“It will be,” Draco murmured. Harry shook his head, and burrowed deeper into Draco’s sweater.
“It won’t be! He probably hates me!” Draco felt a warm wetness on his shirt.
“Shh, don’t cry Harry. He doesn’t hate you, it’s only new to him. Don’t cry.”
“I’m sorry,” Harry whispered through his tears, from his place on Draco’s chest. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to.” Harry was trembling now, and Draco kissed his hair and murmured in an attempt to comfort him.
“It’s all right Harry. It’s ok. Cry if you need to, it’s ok.” Why was Harry sorry? He had only said not to cry in an effort to help Harry, but he never meant to make Harry think he was doing something wrong. Now Harry was muttering apologies. Didn’t Harry know that Draco didn’t mind?
Harry let out a hiccuping sob and Draco petted his hair, and rocked him in his arms. Oh Harry. “It’ll be fine with Ron, you’ll see. He’ll come round. He knows you didn’t mean it. He knows how sorry you are. Shh Harry, it’s ok.”
Harry distantly heard Draco’s murmurs, felt his soft breaths tickling his hair. He tried to stop crying. He had to stop crying. The Dursleys never had allowed him to cry, they would call him weak, Draco would think he was weak. But Draco had said it was ok. Draco was there holding him, and letting Harry cling to him. Harry released one last sob into Draco’s soft sweater, and clutched him tighter even as he felt his tears drying up. Draco was petting his hair and speaking softly to him. Harry buried his nose into Draco’s sweater and sniffed smelling dry tears, and the wonderful scent of vanilla and warmth that was Draco. Hesitantly, he looked up only to see Draco smiling sweetly at him.
“You ok now?” he asked sweetly. Harry nodded and laid his head on the blonde’s shoulder. Draco continued to pet his hair soothingly, making Harry feel warm and safe, like a kitten. He liked this new feeling of Draco comforting him and acting protective.
“You really think Ron will talk to me again?” Harry’s head drooped in shame.
“Course he will,” Draco said matter of factly. His hand came down to lift Harry’s chin so that they were looking into each other’s eyes. “How can anyone stay mad at you?” he smiled adoringly, and Harry answered with a shy smile of his own that made Draco’s heart flutter.
“I’m so lucky to have you Dray,” Harry murmured curling up even more against the blonde. Draco hummed and smirked “You really are,” he agreed smugly earning a playful whack from Harry.
“Hey!” Draco pretended to be offended and Harry giggled, effectively melting Draco’s glare. He was just so happy that Harry was feeling better.
“I wanted to talk to you all day. I was so worried about you and then at lunch you looked so helpless.” Draco sighed and Harry nodded into his collarbone.
“Wanted to talk to you too,” he mumbled.
Draco shifted so that one of his arms was around Harry’s waist, and the other continued to drift through Harry’s soft locks. Harry grumbled contentedly, mushing his head further into Draco’s shoulder and letting out a sleepy yawn.
He’s so adorable. I’ve never met anyone like him. I can’t imagine what I’d do if we hadn’t become friends.
Authors Note: It’s done Baby! Woot! This chapter took me forever. I kept on putting it off, working on the femslash version and I started a one shot h/d fic and worked on that for a while. Unfortunately, I can’t say for sure when I’ll get the next chapter of Swing out. I’m having a bit of writers block with that one and have to wait until something comes to me. Also if any of you have checked out When the SUn Sets, that will be a chaptered fic but I may just leave the first chapter right now and come back to it as I have 3 other W.I.P.s to keep up with. I’m starting the next chapter of Naive H/D right after I post this one though, because of your great reviews! However I still have hundreds more hits then reviews so remember if you read REVIEW! That’s all I ask. Hopefully you enjoyed this chapter. Naive Hr/G chapter 4 will be out soon. I’m 3 quarters of the way finished with it . Thanks for reading and reviewing.
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Title: Naive
Author: Oliver1234
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Disclaimer: Not Mine! Don’t Own em! Can’t Sell em! Just playin with em! Now get off by back!
Links to Chapters 1 and 2 are enclosed within the link. Sorry am stillg etting the hang of the whole lj-cut thing.
Chapter 3: Let’s go, notes at the end...
Since he was a baby, Gramps had been calling him the dumb one in the family, the ‘fluff for brain’. Grandmama, who was the more tolerant one, had said that he just needed some time, but one day he would show his full potential and that when that happened the world had better watch out! Contrary to all of Grandmama’s beliefs and well wishes, Ron had never really become super smart and he knew this. It didn’t bother him really, as he had other traits like that he was a nice person, and that he loved quidditch, a sport in which you had to know nothing but how to fly a broom.
Ron wasn’t very observant either. It always seemed as if he was the last to hear the joke, and then it took him extra time to actually get the joke, and he didn’t notice things in his surroundings much. For all of these reasons, Ron could have been wrong about this too. Maybe he was reading things the wrong way. Maybe Hermione knew exactly what was going on, and maybe he was just once again out of the loop. But, it just seemed to Ron, that the way Malfoy and Harry were looking at each other was not normal.
First off, Ron hated Malfoy! It was a rule really. Nothing against Draco personally, but Weasleys hated Malfoys and Malfoys hated Weasleys and that's how the story goes forever and ever, never changing. Yet, for all of the hatred that he expressed towards Malfoy, and for all of the bloody warnings, Harry seemed entranced by the git. Needless to say, Ron was very very confused, not to mention frustrated beyond belief.
Up until a few weeks ago Ron had been under the impression that he and Harry were best mates. They still were but, maybe not the best of mates. Could it possibly be true that Harry and Malfoy were better mates, then he and Harry? But why? Harry wasn’t into money, or pureblooded crap, he was above all that. Harry was supposed to be everything that the Malfoys weren’t. But then here Harry was, in potions and with Ron as his partner, only Ron had been trying to get his attention for the past 10 minutes, but Harry was beaming at Malfoy, and though Malfoy had turned to his work with Zabini, every five minutes he turned and looked at Harry shyly and Harry’s eyes like....leaped or something.
“HARRY!” Ron finally shouted, causing Harry to jump, and look around guiltily. Ron huffed. “You need to crush the arabella seeds. We’re partners you know, and even if you like Malfoy better now...,” Ron trailed off sadly.
Harry looked at him, ashamed. “I’m sorry Ron. It’s only that Draco was upset at switching partners and I wanted to make sure he’s ok. I...I don’t like him better.”
Ron looked at Harry out of the corner of his eye and was alarmed to see him blush, and look down guiltily. He suspected Harry had just outright lied to him. “I still don’t see what you see in that git Harry,” he mumbled.
Harry’s head snapped up to glare at him. Ron was taken aback by the heat of that glare. Harry had never glared at him before. “Ron! Draco is not a git! He’s my best friend and I’d appreciate it if...”
“Crush the seeds Harry,” Ron handed him the mortar and pestle and tried not to let his friends words sting. “I just, I miss you Harry. We never do anything together anymore. I...I just thought we were friends, and that you still liked me.”
Ron expected to see the same look of shame grace Harry’s visage, so he was very surprised when all he could see was exasperation in those green eyes.
“Oh! Give it a rest will you? I’m allowed to have other friends, and that doesn’t mean I’m just dropping you and you know that! It’s not that big a deal.”
Ron was angry now. “It is a big deal when you look at him like...like...the way you look at him. Like, you wanna eat him or something.”
“I don’t wanna eat Draco!”
“It’s just not natural how close you two are! I don’t understand a lot but I do know...”
“Ya, that’s right! You understand nothing. You’re dumb Ron, and you know nothing about Draco!”
Tears prickled in Ron’s eyes and he slumped over miserably. Harry immediately gasped in shame, and turned towards him apologetically. “Ron, I didn’t mean...,”
“I get it Harry, but...look, I know I may not be Hermione, or even Malfoy, and I’m not a hero but I’m not dumb! I thought we were friends, and as your friend I was just trying to tell you something’s off with Malfoy the best way I know how but...,” Ron stopped, allowing a tear to roll down his cheek.
Harry stared at Ron, not knowing what to do to comfort him. On the other hand, he was insulted for Draco and for himself, but he had never meant to make Ron cry.
The pair spent the rest of the class in silence, Ron silently crying while Harry kept shooting anxious looks, full of remorse, at him. Ron didn’t acknowledge him, but only curled further into himself. By the time they handed their potion in, Harry was a wreck filled with self hatred. Ron didn’t even glance at him as he walked off to his next class. He found himself longing to go to sleep, preferably curled up to Draco so he could cry into his shoulder.
Draco was taking a little longer depositing his potion, and Harry thought it would be ok if he didn’t wait for him just this once. Alone, Harry sadly made his way to Divination. He couldn’t wait for the day to end.
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“I am sure you are aware that I would never have come to you if I did not believe that the issue was important Headmaster.”
“Yes, of course Severus. Are you quite sure you would not like a lemon drop? New package just came this morning.”
Severus glanced warily at the container of lemon drops on the desk in front of him. While it may be true that a new shipment came that very morning, one could never tell whether the headmaster was currently using that new shipment. Severus leaned back into the armchair and tried to direct the conversation back to the main topic.
“It’s Potter and Malfoy sir. I know that...,”
“Splendid isn’t it!” Dumbledore enthusiastically interrupted. “I have to say Severus, and I’m certain you would agree, that I would have thought that Harry and Mr. Malfoy would have had the most trouble adjusting to the interhouse common policy but they have proved to be the best example of companionship the program has seen thus far! Why, just the other day I was perusing the corridors and the two of them walked past me- I should tell you, from the way Harry was looking at Draco, one would’ve though that they’d been together since birth!” Dumbledore sat back in his chair, a bright twinkle in his eye, a brilliant smile on his face.
“Yes, um, well,” Severus started cautiously. “That was part of what I wanted to talk about. You see, while I’m sure everyone is astounded and pleased by the progress they’ve made, I worry that perhaps they are becoming a bit too close.
Dumbledore’s look became stern. “Whatever do you mean Severus?”
“I’m afraid that the boys are developing...intimate feeling for one another,” Severus said. Dumbledore’s look became one of anger.
“Where do you get off making such accusations Snape! Simply because two boys have become friends you come off saying!...,”
“With all due respect sir, I have seen evidence of such a thing! Why just in my class today, they were holding hands with one another! You can’t say this is normal behavior!”
Dumbledore slammed his fist onto his desktop effectively shutting Snape up. “They are young boys Snape, and others would be wise to follow in their footsteps. They have opened their hands, and hearts to each other and for you to twist into some depraved, inappropriate!...,”
“I was only saying perhaps we should keep an eye on them!” Severus yelled.
Dumbledore glared and threw out his hand in front of him. Severus jumped as the door to the headmaster’s office slammed open. Fawks started shrieking in anger and alarm. “I will keep an eye on them Severus, but at the moment I must request for you to leave my office as I have grown tired of this nonsense!”
“But sir if you would only..,”
“Get Out!”
Moments later Dumbledore’s head was on his desk and Snape was out the door.
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Draco had been worried about Harry all day. First off, Draco had expected Harry to wait for him after potions but by the time Draco finished cleaning up his work station Harry was gone. Draco didn’t think it had taken him that much longer then usual, and Harry usually was willing to wait longer for him. He wasn’t sure whether to be hurt that Harry would leave him alone, and he hadn’t a clue what he could have done if Harry was upset with him.
It had been on his way from Arithmancy, that he had seen Ron Weasley. The red head looked miserable, walking with his head down his books clutched tightly to his chest. Draco had looked for Harry, as he had noticed that Harry always walked with Weasley to classes that the two of them shared. It was then that Draco realized that Harry and Ron must have had a fight. That would explain Harry’s disappearance in potions, and why he wasn’t walking to class with Ron. This made Draco only more anxious to see Harry.
Draco didn’t like the Weasel by any means. The Weasleys were purebloods of the lowest forms, intermarrying with Veela’s, and wearing homemade sweaters. Just because they were poor, didn’t mean they had to let everyone know about it. And then there was that Arthur Weasley, who was obsessed with all things muggle. Now even though Harry had softened Draco a bit when it came to Muggles, Draco had absolutely desire to spend all day in the presence of one, or something that was touched by a muggle. Furthermore, the Weasleys and Malfoy’s hated each other. As far as Draco knew, they always had.
This wasn’t about Draco though; it was about Harry. No matter, how much Draco hated the Weasel, he knew that Harry’s friendship with Ron meant the world to him. Harry, in turn, meant the world to Draco and if Harry had fought with Ron he would be hurting right now, and would need someone to comfort him. Draco would be his first choice, followed by Granger. So Draco sat through Arithmancy and Charms, all the while worrying about how Harry was doing. By the time lunch came Draco could barely contain his need to see that Harry was all right.
Although the staff had introduced interhouse common rooms, the students still generally remained in their previous seats while dining in the Great Hall. Because of this, Draco knew that he wouldn’t be able to speak to Harry unless he caught him on his way into lunch. Draco quickened his pace, and he was just reaching the doors to the Great Hall when he saw Harry turn the corner. Draco felt himself wilt at the sight of Harry, looking all lonely, his head down, face buried by tufts of black hair making him look all fragile and vulnerable. Harry was clutching his books much in the same way as Weasel had, and at the thought of Ron, Draco felt a burst of anger. He was amazed at how protective he felt of Harry, when they had been friends for such a short time. In that time, though, the two had grown remarkably close and seeing the way Harry was walking slowly, his sneakers dragging, Draco instantly wanted to hold him and make it all better, while insuring that Harry would never be hurt again.
“Harry,” Draco murmured, and Harry paused and then looked up. His lips quivered when he caught sight of Draco, and he walked towards him coming to a stop a few feet in front of the blonde. “Harry are you okay?” Draco asked worriedly.
“Hi Dray,” Harry said softly, avoiding the previous question. Gods, Harry looked like he was about to cry. Harry started to say something else.
“Harry!” a shout interrupted them. Draco’s eyes flickered to where Granger was standing, ushering Harry to lunch , her hand waving about. “COme on Harry.”
Harry looked at the two of them, before turning back to Draco reluctantly. “Guess I’ll see you later?” Harry asked and he sounded so vulnerable and upset that Draco wanted to cocoon him in his arms.
“Harry, just hold on,” but Hermione had grabbed his arm. Harry gave him one sad look before trudging to the Gryffindor table after Hermione. Draco wanted nothing more than to plant himself in a seat at the table and not budge until Harry was feeling better, but he knew chaos would erupt if he sat at the Gryffindor table. Just because Harry and a few other selected Gryffindors had warmed up to him, didn’t mean the majority had. Reluctantly, Draco made his way over to the Slytherin table where he poured himself some pumpkin juice and kept a worried eye on Harry who was pushing his food around on his plate. Ron, who was a few seats down from him, was acting in much the same fashion but of course Draco didn’t care about him. Draco’s friends abandoned all attempts at conversation with him when they realized that he wasn’t really paying attention to anyone except Harry.
A few times during the meal, when he wasn’t stealing little surreptitious looks at Ron- Harry looked up and caught his eye, but every time it looked as if Harry was lost and scared and about to cry and Draco’s heart lurched in his chest. Once again, he marveled over how much this one person had come to mean to him in just a few short months. Digging into his food like a man on a mission, Draco resolved to see Harry after his last class- astronomy- and cheer him up. The end of the day couldn’t come soon enough.
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Lunch was terrible for Harry. Ron wouldn’t even look at him, let alone speak to him, and Draco was all the way on the other side of the hall. Hermione was trying to find out what was wrong but Harry didn’t feel like talking about it. He felt ashamed; He had been so mean to Ron and although he had been insulting Draco, he hadn’t deserved to be called dumb. Ron was moody, and upset, and wouldn’t provide any answers either although he had been shooting Draco looks filled with anger, which made Harry’s blood boil once again. Overall, Harry was having a perfectly miserable day
It came as something as a surprise really; that morning it had looked as if this just might be his best day ever. He had been cuddled up with Draco, kissing and petting him while Draco made those adorable little sounds. Harry wished that he and Draco had skived off classes and stayed in bed.
History of Magic was worse then usual. Harry couldn't concentrate on anything Professor Binns was saying, so caught up was he with the thought that this was his last class of the day and then he could escape back to his rooms, and go to sleep. He felt drained.
When the bell rang, and they were finally dismissed Harry brushed Hermione off, and made way for the dungeons. He went past the entrance to the old Slytherin common room, and right up to Jasper’s portrait. “Cobblestones,” he muttered.
“Wrong,” Jasper rasped.
Harry sighed and looked around to see if anyone else was coming, but he was alone. “Starboard,” Harry guessed.
Jasper cackled gleefully and pointed the tip of his sword at Harry. “Wrong again,” he sing songed.
Harry slumped miserably against the stone wall to the side of him, and hoped that someone was coming soon. He brought his knees up and let his head droop onto them.
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“Harry!” Draco ran down the corridor towards the small, curled up, lump of his best friend. He stopped, a few feet in front of him. Harry lifted his head and looked up at him. He looked exhausted. “Why aren’t you in the common room?”
“The password’s changed,” the black haired boy mumbled. Draco cursed under his breath and turned to glare at the pirate guarding their common room. That they had to get a portrait of a complete nutter.... “Shiver Me Timbers.” The portrait glared at him, and swung open grumbling about irritating young Malfoys. Harry stood up, and followed Draco through the shared common room, and into the dormitories corridor, until finally Draco opened their door, and they both went inside.
Draco fumbled with his tie, wondering how to approach Harry now that he was free to confront him about what had happened with Ron. Harry on the other hand, had made his way to Draco’s bed and was now tucked into the warmth of Draco’s covers. Draco smiled tenderly at the lump in his bed, though he knew that Harry couldn’t see him. He sighed and made his way over to the bed. “Harry,” he said softly. Harry’s head appeared from underneath the covers, bright green eyes staring at him. “Budge over.”
Harry made room for Draco, and Draco slid underneath the covers with him, burying his head the way Harry had done so that they were staring at each other in the dark. “You ok?” Draco asked sweetly and Harry’s became glossy.
“No,” his voice shook. Gods Harry, Draco opened his arms and Harry moved into them burying his head in Draco’s shoulder. “I was mean to Ron in potions,” Harry started. “I called him dumb and... and now he won’t talk to me or look at me and you weren’t there,” he murmured shakily. Draco sighed and pulled him closer, combing his fingers through Harry’s soft black locks.
“I didn’t know what to do...he insulted you and I was only defending you but...I just want us to be ok.”
“It will be,” Draco murmured. Harry shook his head, and burrowed deeper into Draco’s sweater.
“It won’t be! He probably hates me!” Draco felt a warm wetness on his shirt.
“Shh, don’t cry Harry. He doesn’t hate you, it’s only new to him. Don’t cry.”
“I’m sorry,” Harry whispered through his tears, from his place on Draco’s chest. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to.” Harry was trembling now, and Draco kissed his hair and murmured in an attempt to comfort him.
“It’s all right Harry. It’s ok. Cry if you need to, it’s ok.” Why was Harry sorry? He had only said not to cry in an effort to help Harry, but he never meant to make Harry think he was doing something wrong. Now Harry was muttering apologies. Didn’t Harry know that Draco didn’t mind?
Harry let out a hiccuping sob and Draco petted his hair, and rocked him in his arms. Oh Harry. “It’ll be fine with Ron, you’ll see. He’ll come round. He knows you didn’t mean it. He knows how sorry you are. Shh Harry, it’s ok.”
Harry distantly heard Draco’s murmurs, felt his soft breaths tickling his hair. He tried to stop crying. He had to stop crying. The Dursleys never had allowed him to cry, they would call him weak, Draco would think he was weak. But Draco had said it was ok. Draco was there holding him, and letting Harry cling to him. Harry released one last sob into Draco’s soft sweater, and clutched him tighter even as he felt his tears drying up. Draco was petting his hair and speaking softly to him. Harry buried his nose into Draco’s sweater and sniffed smelling dry tears, and the wonderful scent of vanilla and warmth that was Draco. Hesitantly, he looked up only to see Draco smiling sweetly at him.
“You ok now?” he asked sweetly. Harry nodded and laid his head on the blonde’s shoulder. Draco continued to pet his hair soothingly, making Harry feel warm and safe, like a kitten. He liked this new feeling of Draco comforting him and acting protective.
“You really think Ron will talk to me again?” Harry’s head drooped in shame.
“Course he will,” Draco said matter of factly. His hand came down to lift Harry’s chin so that they were looking into each other’s eyes. “How can anyone stay mad at you?” he smiled adoringly, and Harry answered with a shy smile of his own that made Draco’s heart flutter.
“I’m so lucky to have you Dray,” Harry murmured curling up even more against the blonde. Draco hummed and smirked “You really are,” he agreed smugly earning a playful whack from Harry.
“Hey!” Draco pretended to be offended and Harry giggled, effectively melting Draco’s glare. He was just so happy that Harry was feeling better.
“I wanted to talk to you all day. I was so worried about you and then at lunch you looked so helpless.” Draco sighed and Harry nodded into his collarbone.
“Wanted to talk to you too,” he mumbled.
Draco shifted so that one of his arms was around Harry’s waist, and the other continued to drift through Harry’s soft locks. Harry grumbled contentedly, mushing his head further into Draco’s shoulder and letting out a sleepy yawn.
He’s so adorable. I’ve never met anyone like him. I can’t imagine what I’d do if we hadn’t become friends.
Authors Note: It’s done Baby! Woot! This chapter took me forever. I kept on putting it off, working on the femslash version and I started a one shot h/d fic and worked on that for a while. Unfortunately, I can’t say for sure when I’ll get the next chapter of Swing out. I’m having a bit of writers block with that one and have to wait until something comes to me. Also if any of you have checked out When the SUn Sets, that will be a chaptered fic but I may just leave the first chapter right now and come back to it as I have 3 other W.I.P.s to keep up with. I’m starting the next chapter of Naive H/D right after I post this one though, because of your great reviews! However I still have hundreds more hits then reviews so remember if you read REVIEW! That’s all I ask. Hopefully you enjoyed this chapter. Naive Hr/G chapter 4 will be out soon. I’m 3 quarters of the way finished with it . Thanks for reading and reviewing.
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