AN: Please Note; WARNING, this short fic
contains implied SLASH. Rated M/R.
This is a One-shot from Harry's POV. Enjoy.
Blessings. LL
Nimbus; The Crown of My Enemy . . .
Talent for Trouble . . .
Harry hitched his breath
silently as he moved stealthily to back up against the wall. He studied
Draco Malfoy as he walked by him - unaware of his presence. Harry bit his
lip. The blond Prefect was on his rounds and served to be a road block
between Harry and the corridor to the kitchens.
He watched as Malfoy stopped.
His sterling eyes turned and scanned the corridor as he reached for his wand.
Harry realized that Malfoy
must have sensed his presence.
"I know you are here, Potter."
Harry held himself against the
wall, hoping that if he did not respond, then Malfoy would give up.
"Potter," he said with
authority, "you need to show yourself because I know that you are here."
Harry stubbornly refused to
move.
Malfoy began to walk in his
direction as he pointed his wand straight at his heart. "You are most
likely disillusioned or perhaps you are under an invisibility cloak?"
Malfoy drawled casually as he approached Harry.
Harry glared from beneath his
cloak.
"Potter," Draco's voice still
drawled yet it seemed to suddenly have a different inflection to it. It
came out smoothly - almost as if it slid across ice. Harry felt a sudden
chill go down his spine. He shivered. Then he experienced surprise
of a great magnitude.
Harry found himself stunned to
come to the realization that Malfoy was standing right in front of him.
Even in the darkened corridor, he
could see into his sterling orbs. He stared as he thought, "How does he
know I'm here?"
Malfoy smirked and then he
said, "You certainly have a talent for trouble, Potter. Out after
curfew and you think that you can pull one over on a very perceptive Prefect."
Harry still didn't move.
Malfoy quirked a brow and
said, "Still refuse to show yourself? Perhaps I should report you.
Detention with Filch or Snape sounds so rewarding for you."
Harry tilted his head as he
studied Malfoy's face so close to him. Slowly he raised his hand and
pushed the hood of his invisibility cloak off of his head. He swallowed as his gaze
studied Malfoy's reaction.
Malfoy smirked and then moved
even closer to him.
Harry felt his coolness.
It seemed to surround him. His mind was struggling with the closeness of
his rival as his body had its usual reaction of late; a reaction that he truly
did not appreciate. He reached up and pushed Malfoy away from him as he
said, "Back off, Malfoy." His anger combined with their close proximity
seemed to make him heated to his very core. He hissed in response to his
anger and also at his silent yet very potent physical reaction to Malfoy's close
proximity.
Malfoy smirked and moved
closer again as he said, "Detention, Potter. It gives me so much pleasure
to assign you to Professor Snape for detention." Malfoy smirked and then
he moved closer once more. His eyes studied Harry's face and then he sent
his gaze lower. He smirked at the Weasley jumper which could now be seen
in the opening of the cloak.
"Interesting . . . " Malfoy
allowed his voice to trail off as his gaze rested on Harry's throat.
Harry could feel that his
pulse seemed to speed up as Malfoy's gaze stopped on his neck. He hissed
in anger and attempted to push past the Slytherin Prefect.
Malfoy's hand stopped him as
he reached up and put his hand on Harry's chest. He quirked his brow once
more and made to move closer. He purred, "Scared, Potter?"
Harry could feel Malfoy's
coolness as he breathed in his scent. He glared and said fiercely, "You
wish, Malfoy."
Malfoy smirked and then moved
his face closer to Harry's ear.
Harry shivered again as he
pulled away only to find himself against the stone wall behind him.
Malfoy seemed to take a breath
and then he whispered into Harry's ear, "Then why is your heart . . . " his
fingers seemed to move in a sensuous move across Harry's heart, " . . . racing .
. . ?"
Harry inhaled sharply as the
subtle move of Malfoy's fingers brought about a rise in his body temperature and
a reactionary tightening in his jeans. He thought, 'Glad Malfoy can't see
that.' In an expression of his anger he said, "Fuck off, Malfoy, I'm
leaving."
Malfoy smirked and then he
thrust Harry against the wall roughly and pressed his body to him. He
purred into his ear with a cool breath, "Not yet, Potter." He blew his
cool breath across Harry as his sterling eyes delved into his and then he
continued, "I think we should talk about what you have in your pocket."
He moved his hips in a powerful thrust and then sent his tongue out to flick
across Harry's neck - just over his racing pulse.
Harry moaned deep from within.
He could feel Malfoy's smirk against his neck as his enemy's hands sought to
free him from his invisibility cloak. He hissed out as teeth grazed his
neck and cool hands finally found his heated flesh beneath his jumper. His
breathing became ragged as he responded by grasping the silk on Malfoy's head.
He banged his head back against the stone wall as he pulled Malfoy's mouth to
his throat pressuring him to devour him. His hips thrust against his enemy
as he moaned out in need.
Icy hot friction . . .
Malfoy's cool hands were
working to free him from his jeans. He hissed out heatedly as coolness
surrounded his head . . .
"Oh fuck!" Harry said as he woke
up with a fierce gasp as the sensation of cool lips engulfed him and he released
his seed within. He lay in bed staring up at the ceiling over his bed.
His breathing was still ragged and raging as he reached down and felt his now
softened and sated cock.
He sighed. Why the hell was
he dreaming about Malfoy? He closed his eyes and tried to revisit his
dream and see it from a different perspective. He swallowed. He
couldn't. Not unless taking Malfoy was a different perspective.
He reached over to his night stand and picked up his wand and performed a
cleansing spell on himself. After replacing his wand on the nightstand, he
rolled over and vaguely wondered why he had not burst into flames when he had
been so aroused. His eyes closed and he went back to sleep.
Breakfast that morning in the
Great Hall was accentuated by everyone's excitement. It was a Hogsmeade
weekend and all of the students were looking forward to the much needed break
from classes and homework.
Harry sat at the Gryffindor table
and pushed his food around on his plate. He was still thinking about the
dream he had had about Malfoy and him. He swallowed his frustration and
took a bite of his sausage. Just as he sank his teeth into the flavorful
meat his eyes rose to see Draco Malfoy, Ice Prince of Slytherin, walk into the
hall. Harry bit his lip and then he chewed thoughtfully on his sausage.
He watched Malfoy as he crossed to his seat and then sat down.
Malfoy's eyes met his across the
gulf that separated them.
Harry held his gaze.
Malfoy's brow rose and then he
turned to Zabini and started to laugh at something the other Slytherin said.
Harry swallowed his sausage and
then turned his own attention to his friends.
"Harry," Ron asked, "you are
going into Hogsmeade today, aren't you?"
Harry nodded and then he grinned
as he said, "The twins wanted me to go to Zonko's because they heard a rumor
that they have some really cool new products. They want me to check out
the competition. Didn't they ask you to do the same?"
Ron nodded and then said through
his eggs, "Yh, omthin bout fur dogs."
Harry snorted at his friend's
attempt to talk with his mouth full.
Hermione rolled her eyes and
said, "Ron, will you never learn to not talk with your mouth full?"
Ron swallowed and shook his head
at her and said, "Multitasking." He then took a large bite of his sausage
and frowned across the hall at the Slytherin table.
Harry turned to see that several
Slytherin's and Justin Finch-Fletchley were in the midst of a playful duel.
He shook his head and asked, "Why do you suppose Justin hangs around with those
Slytherins? Doesn't he know?"
Ron shrugged and said, "There's
no accounting for taste. I had heard a rumor that he was dating Zabini but
then Lavender told me that they are just friends."
Harry's eyes went to Zabini.
He studied him. He was good looking; yet, Harry couldn't help but think
that . . . 'Don't go there, Potter,' he thought as his gaze traveled back to the
Slytherin Prince. His breath hitched as he felt Malfoy's laugher travel
across the hall to him. He frowned at the sensation and squirmed on his
seat.
"What's wrong, Harry?"
Harry turned to Ron and shrugged
vaguely. "Nothing," he said. "I was just wondering about them, is
all."
Ron shook his head and asked,
"Why wonder? They are just a bunch of snakes and if Finch-Fletchley wants
to be one, then let him." He downed the last of his pumpkin juice and
stood. "Are you done? We can go if you are."
Harry nodded and stood. He
wasn't really that hungry anyway.
Hogsmeade was fun that day.
Harry enjoyed the time he spent with his friends. They went to Zonko's and
checked out the new products. One item in particular was interesting to
them. Harry bought several of the new chocolates. Chocolate
Dragon Eggs, LighterSide Chocolate which was actually white chocolate
blended with milk chocolate and made you float above the ground. The
feature product of the day was the Chocolates to Give a Dog - eating it
would result in the person turning into a shaggy looking dog.
It wasn't until they were back at
Hogwarts and going down to dinner that Harry had another encounter with Malfoy,
this time in the real world.
He had told Neville and Ron to go
on without him because he needed to stop off in the loo. He pushed the
door of the boy's Prefect bathroom open. It was the closest, so he
rationalized within his mind that it was simply more convenient to stop here.
After all he had done it before. As he stepped into the room his eyes
locked with sterling cauldrons - Draco Malfoy. He stopped in mid-stride.
"Potter," Malfoy sneered
at him.
Harry decided to play it cool.
He nodded to Malfoy and headed into the nearest stall. Since Malfoy was
here, he definitely wanted privacy. He closed the stall door and slid the
lock in place. He tried to steady his heart rate as he proceeded to turn
to the toilet and open his fly. He gritted his teeth as Malfoy's voice
came to him from the other side of the door.
"Potter, you are not a
Prefect. That means that you can't use the Prefect's bathroom."
Harry proceeded to piss and said
in a sing song voice, "I'm busy, Malfoy." He was grateful that he had made
it into the stall before he had felt the reaction Malfoy always had on him
anymore. He sighed as he finished and shook himself before tucking him in
and closing up his fly. He bit his lip as he wondered what would happen
once he stepped on the other side of the door. He gave himself a mental
shrug and opened the door. He allowed his eyes to meet Malfoy's angry eyes
and fierce countenance. He shrugged at him and made his way to the sink to
clean up.
"Potter."
Harry loaded up his hands with
soap and then looked at Malfoy once more; this time in the reflection of the
mirror. "You don't have to make a big deal out of it, Malfoy. This
bathroom just happened to be the convenient one." He couldn't help but
wonder if Malfoy liked saying his name. It seemed to come out with the
same inflection that Professor Snape used.
Malfoy snarled at him and asked,
"How did you know the password? I suppose that goon Weasley told you?"
Harry smirked as he thought of
Ron as being a goon in comparison to Crabbe and Goyle. He finished rinsing
the soap off of his hands before he replied, "Ron didn't tell me. It would
be sadly disappointing to my father if I couldn't figure some way into the
Prefect's bathroom on my own." He turned to Malfoy and noticed that he had
snarled when Harry had said father. He shrugged once more as he dried his
hands and then he turned to leave. Before he had gone two steps he came
nose to nose with Malfoy.
Draco Malfoy's anger was
palpable.
Harry felt the coldness radiating
from Malfoy as he stared into his angry sterling eyes. He shook his head
and side stepped him only to be surprised at Malfoy's next move.
Draco Malfoy, Ice Prince of
Slytherin, made a move that could only be of Muggle origin. His foot had
come around and his hands had flashed so fast that Harry was startled doubly
because of the unexpectedness of such a martial arts move coming from the
pureblood wizard. The other reason was that somehow he had ended up flat
on his back looking up into Malfoy's angry eyes - eyes that were edged with
triumph.
"What now, Potter?" Malfoy
smirked down at him as he pushed his forearm tighter onto Harry's chest.
Harry looked up into Malfoy's
eyes and hissed out in anger. He made his own move and was able to free
himself. Wands came out and jinxes began to fly. Angry voices echoed from
the walls of the bathroom as jinxes came forth.
Colored lights from the various
jinxes gave the bathroom an eerie sense as damage mounted because of deflected
spells.
"Ferret face!"
"Scarhead!"
Just as Harry deflected yet
another of Malfoy's jinxes, the door to the Prefect's bathroom opened and
admitted . . . Professor Snape.
Oops . . .
Especially since the jinx that
Harry deflected hit him squarely in the chest.
Draco Malfoy's sterling eyes grew
round as he looked upon his godfather and professor who now sported bright
Slytherin green and silver wings.
Harry shivered as he saw the
anger of his professor. "Sir," he said heatedly, "Malfoy threw that jinx
at me, I was only deflecting it." He waited for Professor Snape to explode.
"Professor," Malfoy said, "I told
Potter he wasn't allowed to use the Prefect's bathroom." He scowled at
Harry and then hissed out, "We argued because he refused to tell me how he got
the password." He arched his brow at Severus Snape and waited for a
response to his statement.
Professor Snape glared at Harry
first and then slid his glare to Draco. He took a deep breath and asked
him, "And just what happened the last time you cast this jinx, Mr. Malfoy?"
Draco bit his lip and then said,
"You almost didn't fix it, sir. I think I can get it on the first try."
Black obsidian eyes glared at him
as Draco raised his wand and said the counter jinx. It worked the first try,
like a charm.
Professor Snape shrugged his
shoulders in relief of the weight of large wings and then reached for the door
as he said, "The both of you are to follow me to the headmaster's office."
He stood aside as he waited for them to pass. Before he exited the
bathroom, Professor Snape surveyed the damage that had been created by them and
then he snorted. He led the way to the headmaster's office in great
anticipation of getting the boy-who-lived into trouble.
Harry followed the potions master
up one flight of stairs into the corridor outside of the headmaster's office.
He caught a glimpse of a green cloak in one of the portraits as he passed it.
He frowned and picked up his pace. As he passed Professor Snape he simply
ignored the frown that he was given and continued forward to the gargoyle where
he said the password and started up the stairs before Draco Malfoy and Severus
Snape had even arrived there.
He knocked on the door and
awaited the headmaster's, "Come in, Harry." He entered and made his way to
the front of the desk where Headmaster Dumbledore was looking over some
parchments.
Professor Dumbledore looked up
from his ministry missives and studied Harry closely. He asked, "Was it
necessary to wreck havoc on the Prefect's bathroom, Harry?"
Harry snorted and said, "I had
help, sir."
Professor Snape and Draco Malfoy
entered the office just as Harry spoke. He ignored them.
Professor Snape snarled and
stepped into the conversation as he said, "He does not belong in the Prefect's
bathroom, sir. Once again he bludgeons the rules that we have here at
Hogwarts."
Harry purposefully ignored the
portrait over the headmaster's desk where his ancestor was shaking his head.
Harry wondered if other students had ever suffered the humiliation of family
being present when they were in trouble with the current headmaster. He
frowned as he realized that Phineas Nigellus was present for this lecture.
'Well,' he thought, 'that answers my question.' He cleared his throat and
said, "It was the closest bathroom, sir. I had to go bad."
Draco snorted and rolled his eyes
in response and spoke up, "He wouldn't tell me how he knew the password, sir.
We ended up dueling. He threw the first jinx."
Harry glared at him and hissed
angrily, "And you attacked me physically . . . first."
Albus Dumbledore's brows rose at
that as he looked at Draco Malfoy over his spectacles. He asked, "Is this
true, Mr. Malfoy?"
Draco Malfoy swallowed and then
he nodded as he said, "Yes, sir. I was trying to get him to tell me who
gave him access to the bathroom. If Weasley gave him the password, he is
in violation of Prefect rules, sir."
"I know the rules, Mr. Malfoy,
having written many of them myself." He turned to Harry and arched a brow
as he asked, "Harry?"
Harry studied his eyes and then
he looked down to the desk. He couldn't exactly tell him the truth of how
he knew the password. He set his jaw in stubborn mode and continued
glaring down at the desk top.
"Harry," the headmaster said, "I
realize that you may not wish to get young Mr. Weasley into trouble, but you
must tell me if he is who you learned the password from." He studied Harry
closely as he waited for an answer.
Harry inhaled and finally raised
his eyes to the headmaster's and shook his head as he said, "No sir. Ron
did not tell me the password."
"Liar," Malfoy said under
his breath.
Professor Snape glared and
insisted, "Surely, you don't believe him, sir."
"Harry," he asked, "how is it
that you know the password?"
Harry glanced up to the portrait
over the headmaster's head and bit his lip as his eyes met Salazar Slytherin's. He looked back down to Albus
Dumbledore and said, "Well sir," he paused as he debated in his head exactly how
he wanted to answer and then he continued, "it's like when I come up here.
I just guess and then I seem to find the right password. I guess I am good
at figuring out passwords, it is like a game." He shrugged and looked at the
headmaster willing him to believe him.
Albus Dumbledore studied him
closely for a moment and then he sighed as he leaned forward and steepled his
fingers before him. He frowned and said, "I am afraid that I must give you both
detentions . . . "
"But sir . . . " Malfoy was
frowning at the headmaster as he continued, "he was breaking the rules."
Professor Snape stepped forward
and insisted to the silent headmaster. "Draco was merely attempting to carry out
his duties as a Prefect. It was Potter who complicated the issue by
refusing to divulge his source."
Harry shook his head at both of
them and turned his focus back to the headmaster as he said, "I understand why
you are giving me detention, sir. Malfoy did attack me and I think he
should get detention also."
Albus looked at the three
combatants, yes; he included Severus in that category and said firmly, "Harry,
you and Mr. Malfoy will serve detention together. Madame Pomfrey has some
need of assistance for moving some of the hospital ward around. I will
tell her that you are available and that no magic may be used while you help
her. You will serve until she tells me that you have both finished your
task. I will also be taking 20 points from Gryffindor and Slytherin
houses. That will be all. You are dismissed." He looked at
them over his moonshaped spectacles and waited for their responses.
Harry nodded.
Draco scowled and then nodded
with resignation.
Professor Snape glared at Harry
and then he nodded at the headmaster and turned to leave the office in a billow
of robes.
Harry stayed behind for a few
moments. He hesitated and then he said, "Sir?"
Albus Dumbledore looked up at
Harry and asked, "Yes, Harry?"
Harry bit his lip as he wondered
if he should ask the headmaster his question. He had noticed that Malfoy
and he had shared a covert look between them just before Malfoy's exit. He
had noticed that exchange of looks between them before. Whether to ask
about it was the question in Harry's mind. He frowned as he continued to
chew his lip in thought.
"Harry, is there something
bothering you?"
Harry looked into the headmasters
eyes and shook his head as he said, "No sir." He gave the headmaster a
vague shrug and turned to leave his office.
Harry stepped past the gargoyle
and stopped as he noticed Malfoy and Professor Snape talking at the end of the
corridor. He inhaled sharply as the early evening moon cast its beam through
a window onto Malfoy's hair.
He swallowed and turned his gaze away. This wasn't the first time that he
was drawn to the sight of his enemy's hair when light was reflected off of it.
Nimbus . . .
That's what it was. His
enemy's crowning glory. He turned and made his way to the Lion's Den.
He would spend the rest of the dinner hour alone contemplating his frustration
and Malfoy's nimbus. He stepped around the corner and once he was sure he
was alone he flashed into his sanctuary to face the scolding discipline of his ancestors.
TBC?
AN: This series of events occurs after Draco's realization of his feelings
for Harry. Harry of course has no idea of Draco's interest. The
Prefect bathroom scene was a culmination of Draco's frustration.
I think I should mention here that Justin's friendship with Blaise Zabini is
introduced in my fic; Beauty in Perfection; Stand by Me. I
am merely carrying this aspect over from the fic.
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