Hey guys, my name is Harry Potter! I am a member of Gryffindor House, and I'm on the Gryffindor Quidditch Team, as a seeker. You can often find me hanging out with Ron and Hermione across the grounds of hogwarts.
About me:
Age: Thirteen - Third year of Hogwarts
Sexuality: I don't really know, but everyone I know has there's listed. Maybe bi? I haven't really found a liking to anyone yet. But uh, pronouns wise he/him is fine.
Likes: My parents and godparents, Weasleys, Quidditch, Defense Against the Dark Arts (Uncle Moony is an amazing teacher!), treacle tart.
Dislikes: Studying, the fucking staircases at this bloody school, potions class, Blood Supremacists, Malfoy, Professor Snape.
People I know:
Hermione @walking-talking-dictionary: My best friend. She's amazing; incredibly smart and talented. She is incredibly kind, and I wouldn't make it without her.
Malfoy @blond-deadly-nightshade. Oh my god that fucker annoys me so much! He's such a dick to Hermione, and it drives me crazy. Have hexed him, and will gladly do it again.
Luna @luna-rya-lovegood. She's a second year at our school; I don't know her too well yet, but she seems nice. I've seen her with Ginny a few times.
Professor Dumbledore @onehundredandsixteen. He's the headmaster! I know him kind of well, because he used to work directly with my parents. Uncle Sirius doesn't like him that much though, and I've always wondered why.
Uncle Moony @lupins-luxery-insan1ty. I love him so much; he's over at our house all the time. I grew up with him, and he's a great uncle. I love having him as a professor too. I wish people weren't such dicks about his condition though.
Message @luna---lovegood if you want to join this rp
My main blog: @whatonearthisgoingon
OOC: Some stuff about Harry in this AU under the cut.
Harry Potter in this Everyone Lives RP!
So I talked with @luna---lovegood who's in charge of this, and she said it was fine and even made a post about it, but I'm just talking about it more here.
So basically, the attack with Voldemort still happens. But rather killing James and Lily, he stunned them; he didn't feel like killing anyone but the kid that night. But, Lily still tried protecting him, so that protection spell was still cast. So when Voldy casted the killing curse on Harry, the whole death and soul split still happened.
So in this universe, Harry still has the scar, and is a Horcrux; he's still the Boy Who Lived, and is famous for it. Because less people in the Order died, and more Death Eaters were captured, Voldemort is more desperate. By third year (now), he is already trying to get more power through the piece of his soul that is stuck inside of Harry, leading to his 5th year issues much earlier. Additionally, Harry is the only Horocrux left, so the connection is stronger, because Voldemort's only remaining piece is inside Harry.
However, Harry has an actual support system with his family this time, lmao; still brings angst around though. He's angry a lot, has mood swings, anxiety, etc. and this is all because of Voldemort's influence. So if Harry is randomly pissy in the rp stuff, that's because of Voldy. I might do it where Harry can even here Voldemort's voice and stuff, and Voldy uses it to drive Harry kinda crazy, but I'll see.
If Voldemort is influencing Harry, I'll tag #Voldy Moldy
(I do have to clarify something though, that I am not a Tomarry shipper. I've seen this dynamic be made before, but Harry is like, full on in love with Tom and lovingly talking to him and shit and that's a fuck no for me; just letting you all know that.)
Anyway, if you have any questions about Harry and his problems, let me know! If you want angst, I will gladly deliver, because I love traumatizing my boy <3
Harry? I heard some weird shit about something in the dungeons? Involving Malfoy? Did he hex you or something? Are you okay? How many bodies do I need to bury?
@walking-talking-dictionary
.... Did he seriously spill about that already? It's been less that 12 hours.
"It was fine, 'mione. Nothing happened. No bodies need to be burried."
"Anyway, did we have an assignment due in potions?" I still need to figure out why I was down there.. I hate potions, so there's no reason I'd sneak down unless I forgot something.
Oh- yeah! we have that essay on color-changing potions due tomorrow, and the cure for cold vs. cure for rashes compare and contrast one due Friday. *sighs* Harry, you haven't even started either, have you?
"Okay." Then why the fuck was I down there? "Then I'm all set then. I finished the essay for tomorrow yesterday. I still need to finish up the one for Friday though."
Harry? I heard some weird shit about something in the dungeons? Involving Malfoy? Did he hex you or something? Are you okay? How many bodies do I need to bury?
@walking-talking-dictionary
.... Did he seriously spill about that already? It's been less that 12 hours.
"It was fine, 'mione. Nothing happened. No bodies need to be burried."
"Anyway, did we have an assignment due in potions?" I still need to figure out why I was down there.. I hate potions, so there's no reason I'd sneak down unless I forgot something.
Oh- yeah! we have that essay on color-changing potions due tomorrow, and the cure for cold vs. cure for rashes compare and contrast one due Friday. *sighs* Harry, you haven't even started either, have you?
Harry? I heard some weird shit about something in the dungeons? Involving Malfoy? Did he hex you or something? Are you okay? How many bodies do I need to bury?
@walking-talking-dictionary
.... Did he seriously spill about that already? It's been less that 12 hours.
"It was fine, 'mione. Nothing happened. No bodies need to be burried."
"Anyway, did we have an assignment due in potions?" I still need to figure out why I was down there.. I hate potions, so there's no reason I'd sneak down unless I forgot something.
Harry? I heard some weird shit about something in the dungeons? Involving Malfoy? Did he hex you or something? Are you okay? How many bodies do I need to bury?
@walking-talking-dictionary
.... Did he seriously spill about that already? It's been less that 12 hours.
"It was fine, 'mione. Nothing happened. No bodies need to be burried."
Harry? I heard some weird shit about something in the dungeons? Involving Malfoy? Did he hex you or something? Are you okay? How many bodies do I need to bury?
@walking-talking-dictionary
.... Did he seriously spill about that already? It's been less that 12 hours.
"It was fine, 'mione. Nothing happened. No bodies need to be burried."
Harry is walking through the dungeons towards the potions storage cabinets. Voldemort didn't know where the cloak was, because the dumb kid misplaced it; or maybe lent it to that Weasley kid, but he had to get this shit done, regardless of risk.
He snuck into the potions classroom to get the ingredients, only to find another student already there. Lucius' son.
Draco stopped dead in his tracks at the sound of Harry's footsteps, slowly turning round to face him. His facial expression did not read 'pleased to see you'.
"Hey." He said, after a long pause. His voice sounded strange in the empty classroom.
Harry has mixed feelings for this child, Voldemort knows that. Voldemort does not want to speak to the child, because he will likely get shit wrong and raise suspicions. Should he give Harry control back? No, that would likely overcomplicate things more. Best take the chance
"What are you doing here, Malfoy?" Voldemort asks, glaring slightly; that's how Harry does it right? These expressions feel right at least.
"I could ask you the same," Malfoy replies, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. Something in the way he says it is overly haughty, as though he's trying to hide a telltale tremble of nerves.
Screw this kid, he doesn't have time for this. Voldemort walks over to the potions cabinet and just starts grabbing what he needs, he could care less what this child thinks.
Draco is creeped out. The way Harry is looking at him is.. wrong somehow. And ignoring him? That's new. And the way he moves doesn't feel like Harry..
"Harry, what the hell are you doing? I get it if you don't want to talk to me, I was..." he trails off. "I was winding you up on purpose earlier, okay, but it's still not like you to just storm in here and ignore me."
Draco finishes talking with a deep breath- he's not sure if it's from the nervousness of talking to Harry, the fact that he's putting a lot more cards on the table than what he's used to, or because of the weird look in Harry's eyes..
"Why are you here, then?" Draco didn't like the way the words came out. He wanted to sound harsh, aloof- give Harry a taste of his own medicine, so to speak. But they sounded too... sincere. Like, for a second, Draco cared why Harry was here.
"Not everything must be your business, but if you used your eyes, you would see I'm grabbing potion ingredients. For what? Once again, none of your business. So, run along and carry about your day Malfoy."
The way Harry said Malfoy, it was different than normal. Everything about Harry seemed odd. Harry's a good kid, but he's stealing half of the potions cabinet.
"Harry." Again, the word sounded wrong. Draco took a few echoing steps across the classroom, standing near enough to Harry to make him wonder whether the other boy could hear his heart hammering in his chest. "Harry, for fuck's sake, you never avoid an opportunity to prove that you're superior to me, and you definitely don't run around at night breaking into potions cabinets. Something's going on, and if you don't start acting like yourself, I am going to slap you."
Voldemort side eyes Draco, then turns to face him. "What I am doing, is none of your business. You are correct that I am superior to you, but that is nothing I have to prove, since it is so clearly obvious. You," he puts his hand to Draco's chest, then pushes him back, "just keep to yourself and stay out of my way."
Red. Draco knew Harry's eyes. He stared at a lot of news paper clippings and photos, though he would never admit it. Harry's green emerald eyes do not have red undertones to them.
Draco's heart briefly skipped a beat from the proximity, the hand on his chest, before he noticed the jarring eye colour. Red? This... this is not right. Something's really, really, not right here.
"Fuck's sake, Harry!" Draco said, finally realising that something had to be done. He grabbed Harry's wrist, hard, before he had the chance to change his mind. "You don't talk like that and you don't push me away, and you definitely don't do things like this."
Draco hesitated after that. He wasn't sure whether he wanted to slap him, kiss him, or drag him to the headmaster's office...
This kid has spunk. Once I get my body back, I'll definitely make sure I have this one; he's got his mother's spine.
"Let go of me Malfoy. Once again, this is all none of your business. Let go of me now." Voldemort pulls trying to loosen himself, but Draco has a strong grip.
"Harry." Draco looks into his eyes, repeating the name one last time. Like that's going to help. "Harry, please, listen- ok, no, I'm not- ugh."
The words all seem to be tripping over themselves- Draco isn't sure what to say, how to act, what to do.
"Just- forgive me, okay?"
In one fluid movement, Draco lets go of Harry's wrist and takes him by the face instead. Before he can have a second thought- nope, too late for that, all the thoughts are happening at once- he presses his lips against his and closes his eyes. Don't kill me. Please, just, stop acting like a stranger...
Harry opened his eyes and saw he was looking right at Malfoy. Not just looking at Malfoy, kissing Malfoy. He had a massive headache. Did he black out? Why is Draco kissing him-
He's honestly too shocked to do anything, but then Draco pulls away from Harry. "Malfoy.." He just stares, his mouth agape. How do I even respond to that? He initiated it, right? Or did I- how did I even get down here?
Draco takes a step back. He looks away- looks at the ceiling, the floor, that stupid curl in Potter's hair right by his eye- no, nope, don't, just... fuck.
Say something witty. Or dumb. Or get out of here.
"Glad you're looking like a confused fish again," he mumbles, still not meeting Harry's eyes. It's cringey, but it really does feel like his heart is beating a million miles per hour. Holy fucking shit.
"I-" Okay, answer this in a way that doesn't make you sound like a weirdo. But why was I here- How did I get here? Okay, I'm holding potion ingredients and sneaking around apparently since it's late. "Assignment. I needed ingredients for a potion project I forgot about. And I'm kinda ticked off about it." Why can't I remember anything?
"Sure..." Draco narrowed his eyes, considering blackmail for a moment before remembering what had just happened. "Well, listen, you seem fine now, and I'd quite like to get out of here, so can we pretend that nothing ever happened? I won't tell anybody I caught you out after curfew if you don't say anything about. You know."
"I..." Draco opens his mouth and then closes it again. Did he mean to do that? "Honestly? I don't know. Can we please, please, just get out of her? I feel like my head's going to explode."
You're not alone in that. Harry had a splitting headache, but he needed to be sure.
"Hit me if you need," Harry states, then steps forward and initiates a kiss, one hand on Draco's waist, pulling him closer, and the resting on Draco's shoulder; they hold like this in the movies, right?
He looks over to Draco, who hasn't moved yet after a whole minute. "Are you going to go?" Okay, maybe he was here for a reason before I got here? Once again, how did I get here?
Harry follows Draco out, then starts walking back to his dorm, but looks over his shoulder a few times to make sure Draco actually returns to his dorm.
Harry approaches the stairs to leave the dungeons, and turns to look at Draco, "See you in class. Remember, not a word to anyone. No one in your dorm tonight gets told anything. Sleep well I guess."
Harry goes still and turns to look at Draco, but Draco is already walking away. Harry? He feels his cheeks turn hot, Oh no you don't, stop it! Ugh what the fuck-
He starts running up the stairs and back to his dorm.
Harry is walking through the dungeons towards the potions storage cabinets. Voldemort didn't know where the cloak was, because the dumb kid misplaced it; or maybe lent it to that Weasley kid, but he had to get this shit done, regardless of risk.
He snuck into the potions classroom to get the ingredients, only to find another student already there. Lucius' son.
Draco stopped dead in his tracks at the sound of Harry's footsteps, slowly turning round to face him. His facial expression did not read 'pleased to see you'.
"Hey." He said, after a long pause. His voice sounded strange in the empty classroom.
Harry has mixed feelings for this child, Voldemort knows that. Voldemort does not want to speak to the child, because he will likely get shit wrong and raise suspicions. Should he give Harry control back? No, that would likely overcomplicate things more. Best take the chance
"What are you doing here, Malfoy?" Voldemort asks, glaring slightly; that's how Harry does it right? These expressions feel right at least.
"I could ask you the same," Malfoy replies, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. Something in the way he says it is overly haughty, as though he's trying to hide a telltale tremble of nerves.
Screw this kid, he doesn't have time for this. Voldemort walks over to the potions cabinet and just starts grabbing what he needs, he could care less what this child thinks.
Draco is creeped out. The way Harry is looking at him is.. wrong somehow. And ignoring him? That's new. And the way he moves doesn't feel like Harry..
"Harry, what the hell are you doing? I get it if you don't want to talk to me, I was..." he trails off. "I was winding you up on purpose earlier, okay, but it's still not like you to just storm in here and ignore me."
Draco finishes talking with a deep breath- he's not sure if it's from the nervousness of talking to Harry, the fact that he's putting a lot more cards on the table than what he's used to, or because of the weird look in Harry's eyes..
"Why are you here, then?" Draco didn't like the way the words came out. He wanted to sound harsh, aloof- give Harry a taste of his own medicine, so to speak. But they sounded too... sincere. Like, for a second, Draco cared why Harry was here.
"Not everything must be your business, but if you used your eyes, you would see I'm grabbing potion ingredients. For what? Once again, none of your business. So, run along and carry about your day Malfoy."
The way Harry said Malfoy, it was different than normal. Everything about Harry seemed odd. Harry's a good kid, but he's stealing half of the potions cabinet.
"Harry." Again, the word sounded wrong. Draco took a few echoing steps across the classroom, standing near enough to Harry to make him wonder whether the other boy could hear his heart hammering in his chest. "Harry, for fuck's sake, you never avoid an opportunity to prove that you're superior to me, and you definitely don't run around at night breaking into potions cabinets. Something's going on, and if you don't start acting like yourself, I am going to slap you."
Voldemort side eyes Draco, then turns to face him. "What I am doing, is none of your business. You are correct that I am superior to you, but that is nothing I have to prove, since it is so clearly obvious. You," he puts his hand to Draco's chest, then pushes him back, "just keep to yourself and stay out of my way."
Red. Draco knew Harry's eyes. He stared at a lot of news paper clippings and photos, though he would never admit it. Harry's green emerald eyes do not have red undertones to them.
Draco's heart briefly skipped a beat from the proximity, the hand on his chest, before he noticed the jarring eye colour. Red? This... this is not right. Something's really, really, not right here.
"Fuck's sake, Harry!" Draco said, finally realising that something had to be done. He grabbed Harry's wrist, hard, before he had the chance to change his mind. "You don't talk like that and you don't push me away, and you definitely don't do things like this."
Draco hesitated after that. He wasn't sure whether he wanted to slap him, kiss him, or drag him to the headmaster's office...
This kid has spunk. Once I get my body back, I'll definitely make sure I have this one; he's got his mother's spine.
"Let go of me Malfoy. Once again, this is all none of your business. Let go of me now." Voldemort pulls trying to loosen himself, but Draco has a strong grip.
"Harry." Draco looks into his eyes, repeating the name one last time. Like that's going to help. "Harry, please, listen- ok, no, I'm not- ugh."
The words all seem to be tripping over themselves- Draco isn't sure what to say, how to act, what to do.
"Just- forgive me, okay?"
In one fluid movement, Draco lets go of Harry's wrist and takes him by the face instead. Before he can have a second thought- nope, too late for that, all the thoughts are happening at once- he presses his lips against his and closes his eyes. Don't kill me. Please, just, stop acting like a stranger...
Harry opened his eyes and saw he was looking right at Malfoy. Not just looking at Malfoy, kissing Malfoy. He had a massive headache. Did he black out? Why is Draco kissing him-
He's honestly too shocked to do anything, but then Draco pulls away from Harry. "Malfoy.." He just stares, his mouth agape. How do I even respond to that? He initiated it, right? Or did I- how did I even get down here?
Draco takes a step back. He looks away- looks at the ceiling, the floor, that stupid curl in Potter's hair right by his eye- no, nope, don't, just... fuck.
Say something witty. Or dumb. Or get out of here.
"Glad you're looking like a confused fish again," he mumbles, still not meeting Harry's eyes. It's cringey, but it really does feel like his heart is beating a million miles per hour. Holy fucking shit.
"I-" Okay, answer this in a way that doesn't make you sound like a weirdo. But why was I here- How did I get here? Okay, I'm holding potion ingredients and sneaking around apparently since it's late. "Assignment. I needed ingredients for a potion project I forgot about. And I'm kinda ticked off about it." Why can't I remember anything?
"Sure..." Draco narrowed his eyes, considering blackmail for a moment before remembering what had just happened. "Well, listen, you seem fine now, and I'd quite like to get out of here, so can we pretend that nothing ever happened? I won't tell anybody I caught you out after curfew if you don't say anything about. You know."
"I..." Draco opens his mouth and then closes it again. Did he mean to do that? "Honestly? I don't know. Can we please, please, just get out of her? I feel like my head's going to explode."
You're not alone in that. Harry had a splitting headache, but he needed to be sure.
"Hit me if you need," Harry states, then steps forward and initiates a kiss, one hand on Draco's waist, pulling him closer, and the resting on Draco's shoulder; they hold like this in the movies, right?
He looks over to Draco, who hasn't moved yet after a whole minute. "Are you going to go?" Okay, maybe he was here for a reason before I got here? Once again, how did I get here?
Harry follows Draco out, then starts walking back to his dorm, but looks over his shoulder a few times to make sure Draco actually returns to his dorm.
Harry approaches the stairs to leave the dungeons, and turns to look at Draco, "See you in class. Remember, not a word to anyone. No one in your dorm tonight gets told anything. Sleep well I guess."
Harry is walking through the dungeons towards the potions storage cabinets. Voldemort didn't know where the cloak was, because the dumb kid misplaced it; or maybe lent it to that Weasley kid, but he had to get this shit done, regardless of risk.
He snuck into the potions classroom to get the ingredients, only to find another student already there. Lucius' son.
Draco stopped dead in his tracks at the sound of Harry's footsteps, slowly turning round to face him. His facial expression did not read 'pleased to see you'.
"Hey." He said, after a long pause. His voice sounded strange in the empty classroom.
Harry has mixed feelings for this child, Voldemort knows that. Voldemort does not want to speak to the child, because he will likely get shit wrong and raise suspicions. Should he give Harry control back? No, that would likely overcomplicate things more. Best take the chance
"What are you doing here, Malfoy?" Voldemort asks, glaring slightly; that's how Harry does it right? These expressions feel right at least.
"I could ask you the same," Malfoy replies, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. Something in the way he says it is overly haughty, as though he's trying to hide a telltale tremble of nerves.
Screw this kid, he doesn't have time for this. Voldemort walks over to the potions cabinet and just starts grabbing what he needs, he could care less what this child thinks.
Draco is creeped out. The way Harry is looking at him is.. wrong somehow. And ignoring him? That's new. And the way he moves doesn't feel like Harry..
"Harry, what the hell are you doing? I get it if you don't want to talk to me, I was..." he trails off. "I was winding you up on purpose earlier, okay, but it's still not like you to just storm in here and ignore me."
Draco finishes talking with a deep breath- he's not sure if it's from the nervousness of talking to Harry, the fact that he's putting a lot more cards on the table than what he's used to, or because of the weird look in Harry's eyes..
"Why are you here, then?" Draco didn't like the way the words came out. He wanted to sound harsh, aloof- give Harry a taste of his own medicine, so to speak. But they sounded too... sincere. Like, for a second, Draco cared why Harry was here.
"Not everything must be your business, but if you used your eyes, you would see I'm grabbing potion ingredients. For what? Once again, none of your business. So, run along and carry about your day Malfoy."
The way Harry said Malfoy, it was different than normal. Everything about Harry seemed odd. Harry's a good kid, but he's stealing half of the potions cabinet.
"Harry." Again, the word sounded wrong. Draco took a few echoing steps across the classroom, standing near enough to Harry to make him wonder whether the other boy could hear his heart hammering in his chest. "Harry, for fuck's sake, you never avoid an opportunity to prove that you're superior to me, and you definitely don't run around at night breaking into potions cabinets. Something's going on, and if you don't start acting like yourself, I am going to slap you."
Voldemort side eyes Draco, then turns to face him. "What I am doing, is none of your business. You are correct that I am superior to you, but that is nothing I have to prove, since it is so clearly obvious. You," he puts his hand to Draco's chest, then pushes him back, "just keep to yourself and stay out of my way."
Red. Draco knew Harry's eyes. He stared at a lot of news paper clippings and photos, though he would never admit it. Harry's green emerald eyes do not have red undertones to them.
Draco's heart briefly skipped a beat from the proximity, the hand on his chest, before he noticed the jarring eye colour. Red? This... this is not right. Something's really, really, not right here.
"Fuck's sake, Harry!" Draco said, finally realising that something had to be done. He grabbed Harry's wrist, hard, before he had the chance to change his mind. "You don't talk like that and you don't push me away, and you definitely don't do things like this."
Draco hesitated after that. He wasn't sure whether he wanted to slap him, kiss him, or drag him to the headmaster's office...
This kid has spunk. Once I get my body back, I'll definitely make sure I have this one; he's got his mother's spine.
"Let go of me Malfoy. Once again, this is all none of your business. Let go of me now." Voldemort pulls trying to loosen himself, but Draco has a strong grip.
"Harry." Draco looks into his eyes, repeating the name one last time. Like that's going to help. "Harry, please, listen- ok, no, I'm not- ugh."
The words all seem to be tripping over themselves- Draco isn't sure what to say, how to act, what to do.
"Just- forgive me, okay?"
In one fluid movement, Draco lets go of Harry's wrist and takes him by the face instead. Before he can have a second thought- nope, too late for that, all the thoughts are happening at once- he presses his lips against his and closes his eyes. Don't kill me. Please, just, stop acting like a stranger...
Harry opened his eyes and saw he was looking right at Malfoy. Not just looking at Malfoy, kissing Malfoy. He had a massive headache. Did he black out? Why is Draco kissing him-
He's honestly too shocked to do anything, but then Draco pulls away from Harry. "Malfoy.." He just stares, his mouth agape. How do I even respond to that? He initiated it, right? Or did I- how did I even get down here?
Draco takes a step back. He looks away- looks at the ceiling, the floor, that stupid curl in Potter's hair right by his eye- no, nope, don't, just... fuck.
Say something witty. Or dumb. Or get out of here.
"Glad you're looking like a confused fish again," he mumbles, still not meeting Harry's eyes. It's cringey, but it really does feel like his heart is beating a million miles per hour. Holy fucking shit.
"I-" Okay, answer this in a way that doesn't make you sound like a weirdo. But why was I here- How did I get here? Okay, I'm holding potion ingredients and sneaking around apparently since it's late. "Assignment. I needed ingredients for a potion project I forgot about. And I'm kinda ticked off about it." Why can't I remember anything?
"Sure..." Draco narrowed his eyes, considering blackmail for a moment before remembering what had just happened. "Well, listen, you seem fine now, and I'd quite like to get out of here, so can we pretend that nothing ever happened? I won't tell anybody I caught you out after curfew if you don't say anything about. You know."
"I..." Draco opens his mouth and then closes it again. Did he mean to do that? "Honestly? I don't know. Can we please, please, just get out of her? I feel like my head's going to explode."
You're not alone in that. Harry had a splitting headache, but he needed to be sure.
"Hit me if you need," Harry states, then steps forward and initiates a kiss, one hand on Draco's waist, pulling him closer, and the resting on Draco's shoulder; they hold like this in the movies, right?
He looks over to Draco, who hasn't moved yet after a whole minute. "Are you going to go?" Okay, maybe he was here for a reason before I got here? Once again, how did I get here?
Harry follows Draco out, then starts walking back to his dorm, but looks over his shoulder a few times to make sure Draco actually returns to his dorm.
Harry approaches the stairs to leave the dungeons, and turns to look at Draco, "See you in class. Remember, not a word to anyone. No one in your dorm tonight gets told anything. Sleep well I guess."
Harry is walking through the dungeons towards the potions storage cabinets. Voldemort didn't know where the cloak was, because the dumb kid misplaced it; or maybe lent it to that Weasley kid, but he had to get this shit done, regardless of risk.
He snuck into the potions classroom to get the ingredients, only to find another student already there. Lucius' son.
Draco stopped dead in his tracks at the sound of Harry's footsteps, slowly turning round to face him. His facial expression did not read 'pleased to see you'.
"Hey." He said, after a long pause. His voice sounded strange in the empty classroom.
Harry has mixed feelings for this child, Voldemort knows that. Voldemort does not want to speak to the child, because he will likely get shit wrong and raise suspicions. Should he give Harry control back? No, that would likely overcomplicate things more. Best take the chance
"What are you doing here, Malfoy?" Voldemort asks, glaring slightly; that's how Harry does it right? These expressions feel right at least.
"I could ask you the same," Malfoy replies, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. Something in the way he says it is overly haughty, as though he's trying to hide a telltale tremble of nerves.
Screw this kid, he doesn't have time for this. Voldemort walks over to the potions cabinet and just starts grabbing what he needs, he could care less what this child thinks.
Draco is creeped out. The way Harry is looking at him is.. wrong somehow. And ignoring him? That's new. And the way he moves doesn't feel like Harry..
"Harry, what the hell are you doing? I get it if you don't want to talk to me, I was..." he trails off. "I was winding you up on purpose earlier, okay, but it's still not like you to just storm in here and ignore me."
Draco finishes talking with a deep breath- he's not sure if it's from the nervousness of talking to Harry, the fact that he's putting a lot more cards on the table than what he's used to, or because of the weird look in Harry's eyes..
"Why are you here, then?" Draco didn't like the way the words came out. He wanted to sound harsh, aloof- give Harry a taste of his own medicine, so to speak. But they sounded too... sincere. Like, for a second, Draco cared why Harry was here.
"Not everything must be your business, but if you used your eyes, you would see I'm grabbing potion ingredients. For what? Once again, none of your business. So, run along and carry about your day Malfoy."
The way Harry said Malfoy, it was different than normal. Everything about Harry seemed odd. Harry's a good kid, but he's stealing half of the potions cabinet.
"Harry." Again, the word sounded wrong. Draco took a few echoing steps across the classroom, standing near enough to Harry to make him wonder whether the other boy could hear his heart hammering in his chest. "Harry, for fuck's sake, you never avoid an opportunity to prove that you're superior to me, and you definitely don't run around at night breaking into potions cabinets. Something's going on, and if you don't start acting like yourself, I am going to slap you."
Voldemort side eyes Draco, then turns to face him. "What I am doing, is none of your business. You are correct that I am superior to you, but that is nothing I have to prove, since it is so clearly obvious. You," he puts his hand to Draco's chest, then pushes him back, "just keep to yourself and stay out of my way."
Red. Draco knew Harry's eyes. He stared at a lot of news paper clippings and photos, though he would never admit it. Harry's green emerald eyes do not have red undertones to them.
Draco's heart briefly skipped a beat from the proximity, the hand on his chest, before he noticed the jarring eye colour. Red? This... this is not right. Something's really, really, not right here.
"Fuck's sake, Harry!" Draco said, finally realising that something had to be done. He grabbed Harry's wrist, hard, before he had the chance to change his mind. "You don't talk like that and you don't push me away, and you definitely don't do things like this."
Draco hesitated after that. He wasn't sure whether he wanted to slap him, kiss him, or drag him to the headmaster's office...
This kid has spunk. Once I get my body back, I'll definitely make sure I have this one; he's got his mother's spine.
"Let go of me Malfoy. Once again, this is all none of your business. Let go of me now." Voldemort pulls trying to loosen himself, but Draco has a strong grip.
"Harry." Draco looks into his eyes, repeating the name one last time. Like that's going to help. "Harry, please, listen- ok, no, I'm not- ugh."
The words all seem to be tripping over themselves- Draco isn't sure what to say, how to act, what to do.
"Just- forgive me, okay?"
In one fluid movement, Draco lets go of Harry's wrist and takes him by the face instead. Before he can have a second thought- nope, too late for that, all the thoughts are happening at once- he presses his lips against his and closes his eyes. Don't kill me. Please, just, stop acting like a stranger...
Harry opened his eyes and saw he was looking right at Malfoy. Not just looking at Malfoy, kissing Malfoy. He had a massive headache. Did he black out? Why is Draco kissing him-
He's honestly too shocked to do anything, but then Draco pulls away from Harry. "Malfoy.." He just stares, his mouth agape. How do I even respond to that? He initiated it, right? Or did I- how did I even get down here?
Draco takes a step back. He looks away- looks at the ceiling, the floor, that stupid curl in Potter's hair right by his eye- no, nope, don't, just... fuck.
Say something witty. Or dumb. Or get out of here.
"Glad you're looking like a confused fish again," he mumbles, still not meeting Harry's eyes. It's cringey, but it really does feel like his heart is beating a million miles per hour. Holy fucking shit.
"I-" Okay, answer this in a way that doesn't make you sound like a weirdo. But why was I here- How did I get here? Okay, I'm holding potion ingredients and sneaking around apparently since it's late. "Assignment. I needed ingredients for a potion project I forgot about. And I'm kinda ticked off about it." Why can't I remember anything?
"Sure..." Draco narrowed his eyes, considering blackmail for a moment before remembering what had just happened. "Well, listen, you seem fine now, and I'd quite like to get out of here, so can we pretend that nothing ever happened? I won't tell anybody I caught you out after curfew if you don't say anything about. You know."
"I..." Draco opens his mouth and then closes it again. Did he mean to do that? "Honestly? I don't know. Can we please, please, just get out of her? I feel like my head's going to explode."
You're not alone in that. Harry had a splitting headache, but he needed to be sure.
"Hit me if you need," Harry states, then steps forward and initiates a kiss, one hand on Draco's waist, pulling him closer, and the resting on Draco's shoulder; they hold like this in the movies, right?
He looks over to Draco, who hasn't moved yet after a whole minute. "Are you going to go?" Okay, maybe he was here for a reason before I got here? Once again, how did I get here?
Harry follows Draco out, then starts walking back to his dorm, but looks over his shoulder a few times to make sure Draco actually returns to his dorm.
Harry is walking through the dungeons towards the potions storage cabinets. Voldemort didn't know where the cloak was, because the dumb kid misplaced it; or maybe lent it to that Weasley kid, but he had to get this shit done, regardless of risk.
He snuck into the potions classroom to get the ingredients, only to find another student already there. Lucius' son.
Draco stopped dead in his tracks at the sound of Harry's footsteps, slowly turning round to face him. His facial expression did not read 'pleased to see you'.
"Hey." He said, after a long pause. His voice sounded strange in the empty classroom.
Harry has mixed feelings for this child, Voldemort knows that. Voldemort does not want to speak to the child, because he will likely get shit wrong and raise suspicions. Should he give Harry control back? No, that would likely overcomplicate things more. Best take the chance
"What are you doing here, Malfoy?" Voldemort asks, glaring slightly; that's how Harry does it right? These expressions feel right at least.
"I could ask you the same," Malfoy replies, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. Something in the way he says it is overly haughty, as though he's trying to hide a telltale tremble of nerves.
Screw this kid, he doesn't have time for this. Voldemort walks over to the potions cabinet and just starts grabbing what he needs, he could care less what this child thinks.
Draco is creeped out. The way Harry is looking at him is.. wrong somehow. And ignoring him? That's new. And the way he moves doesn't feel like Harry..
"Harry, what the hell are you doing? I get it if you don't want to talk to me, I was..." he trails off. "I was winding you up on purpose earlier, okay, but it's still not like you to just storm in here and ignore me."
Draco finishes talking with a deep breath- he's not sure if it's from the nervousness of talking to Harry, the fact that he's putting a lot more cards on the table than what he's used to, or because of the weird look in Harry's eyes..
"Why are you here, then?" Draco didn't like the way the words came out. He wanted to sound harsh, aloof- give Harry a taste of his own medicine, so to speak. But they sounded too... sincere. Like, for a second, Draco cared why Harry was here.
"Not everything must be your business, but if you used your eyes, you would see I'm grabbing potion ingredients. For what? Once again, none of your business. So, run along and carry about your day Malfoy."
The way Harry said Malfoy, it was different than normal. Everything about Harry seemed odd. Harry's a good kid, but he's stealing half of the potions cabinet.
"Harry." Again, the word sounded wrong. Draco took a few echoing steps across the classroom, standing near enough to Harry to make him wonder whether the other boy could hear his heart hammering in his chest. "Harry, for fuck's sake, you never avoid an opportunity to prove that you're superior to me, and you definitely don't run around at night breaking into potions cabinets. Something's going on, and if you don't start acting like yourself, I am going to slap you."
Voldemort side eyes Draco, then turns to face him. "What I am doing, is none of your business. You are correct that I am superior to you, but that is nothing I have to prove, since it is so clearly obvious. You," he puts his hand to Draco's chest, then pushes him back, "just keep to yourself and stay out of my way."
Red. Draco knew Harry's eyes. He stared at a lot of news paper clippings and photos, though he would never admit it. Harry's green emerald eyes do not have red undertones to them.
Draco's heart briefly skipped a beat from the proximity, the hand on his chest, before he noticed the jarring eye colour. Red? This... this is not right. Something's really, really, not right here.
"Fuck's sake, Harry!" Draco said, finally realising that something had to be done. He grabbed Harry's wrist, hard, before he had the chance to change his mind. "You don't talk like that and you don't push me away, and you definitely don't do things like this."
Draco hesitated after that. He wasn't sure whether he wanted to slap him, kiss him, or drag him to the headmaster's office...
This kid has spunk. Once I get my body back, I'll definitely make sure I have this one; he's got his mother's spine.
"Let go of me Malfoy. Once again, this is all none of your business. Let go of me now." Voldemort pulls trying to loosen himself, but Draco has a strong grip.
"Harry." Draco looks into his eyes, repeating the name one last time. Like that's going to help. "Harry, please, listen- ok, no, I'm not- ugh."
The words all seem to be tripping over themselves- Draco isn't sure what to say, how to act, what to do.
"Just- forgive me, okay?"
In one fluid movement, Draco lets go of Harry's wrist and takes him by the face instead. Before he can have a second thought- nope, too late for that, all the thoughts are happening at once- he presses his lips against his and closes his eyes. Don't kill me. Please, just, stop acting like a stranger...
Harry opened his eyes and saw he was looking right at Malfoy. Not just looking at Malfoy, kissing Malfoy. He had a massive headache. Did he black out? Why is Draco kissing him-
He's honestly too shocked to do anything, but then Draco pulls away from Harry. "Malfoy.." He just stares, his mouth agape. How do I even respond to that? He initiated it, right? Or did I- how did I even get down here?
Draco takes a step back. He looks away- looks at the ceiling, the floor, that stupid curl in Potter's hair right by his eye- no, nope, don't, just... fuck.
Say something witty. Or dumb. Or get out of here.
"Glad you're looking like a confused fish again," he mumbles, still not meeting Harry's eyes. It's cringey, but it really does feel like his heart is beating a million miles per hour. Holy fucking shit.
"I-" Okay, answer this in a way that doesn't make you sound like a weirdo. But why was I here- How did I get here? Okay, I'm holding potion ingredients and sneaking around apparently since it's late. "Assignment. I needed ingredients for a potion project I forgot about. And I'm kinda ticked off about it." Why can't I remember anything?
"Sure..." Draco narrowed his eyes, considering blackmail for a moment before remembering what had just happened. "Well, listen, you seem fine now, and I'd quite like to get out of here, so can we pretend that nothing ever happened? I won't tell anybody I caught you out after curfew if you don't say anything about. You know."
"I..." Draco opens his mouth and then closes it again. Did he mean to do that? "Honestly? I don't know. Can we please, please, just get out of her? I feel like my head's going to explode."
You're not alone in that. Harry had a splitting headache, but he needed to be sure.
"Hit me if you need," Harry states, then steps forward and initiates a kiss, one hand on Draco's waist, pulling him closer, and the resting on Draco's shoulder; they hold like this in the movies, right?
He looks over to Draco, who hasn't moved yet after a whole minute. "Are you going to go?" Okay, maybe he was here for a reason before I got here? Once again, how did I get here?
Harry is walking through the dungeons towards the potions storage cabinets. Voldemort didn't know where the cloak was, because the dumb kid misplaced it; or maybe lent it to that Weasley kid, but he had to get this shit done, regardless of risk.
He snuck into the potions classroom to get the ingredients, only to find another student already there. Lucius' son.
Draco stopped dead in his tracks at the sound of Harry's footsteps, slowly turning round to face him. His facial expression did not read 'pleased to see you'.
"Hey." He said, after a long pause. His voice sounded strange in the empty classroom.
Harry has mixed feelings for this child, Voldemort knows that. Voldemort does not want to speak to the child, because he will likely get shit wrong and raise suspicions. Should he give Harry control back? No, that would likely overcomplicate things more. Best take the chance
"What are you doing here, Malfoy?" Voldemort asks, glaring slightly; that's how Harry does it right? These expressions feel right at least.
"I could ask you the same," Malfoy replies, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. Something in the way he says it is overly haughty, as though he's trying to hide a telltale tremble of nerves.
Screw this kid, he doesn't have time for this. Voldemort walks over to the potions cabinet and just starts grabbing what he needs, he could care less what this child thinks.
Draco is creeped out. The way Harry is looking at him is.. wrong somehow. And ignoring him? That's new. And the way he moves doesn't feel like Harry..
"Harry, what the hell are you doing? I get it if you don't want to talk to me, I was..." he trails off. "I was winding you up on purpose earlier, okay, but it's still not like you to just storm in here and ignore me."
Draco finishes talking with a deep breath- he's not sure if it's from the nervousness of talking to Harry, the fact that he's putting a lot more cards on the table than what he's used to, or because of the weird look in Harry's eyes..
"Why are you here, then?" Draco didn't like the way the words came out. He wanted to sound harsh, aloof- give Harry a taste of his own medicine, so to speak. But they sounded too... sincere. Like, for a second, Draco cared why Harry was here.
"Not everything must be your business, but if you used your eyes, you would see I'm grabbing potion ingredients. For what? Once again, none of your business. So, run along and carry about your day Malfoy."
The way Harry said Malfoy, it was different than normal. Everything about Harry seemed odd. Harry's a good kid, but he's stealing half of the potions cabinet.
"Harry." Again, the word sounded wrong. Draco took a few echoing steps across the classroom, standing near enough to Harry to make him wonder whether the other boy could hear his heart hammering in his chest. "Harry, for fuck's sake, you never avoid an opportunity to prove that you're superior to me, and you definitely don't run around at night breaking into potions cabinets. Something's going on, and if you don't start acting like yourself, I am going to slap you."
Voldemort side eyes Draco, then turns to face him. "What I am doing, is none of your business. You are correct that I am superior to you, but that is nothing I have to prove, since it is so clearly obvious. You," he puts his hand to Draco's chest, then pushes him back, "just keep to yourself and stay out of my way."
Red. Draco knew Harry's eyes. He stared at a lot of news paper clippings and photos, though he would never admit it. Harry's green emerald eyes do not have red undertones to them.
Draco's heart briefly skipped a beat from the proximity, the hand on his chest, before he noticed the jarring eye colour. Red? This... this is not right. Something's really, really, not right here.
"Fuck's sake, Harry!" Draco said, finally realising that something had to be done. He grabbed Harry's wrist, hard, before he had the chance to change his mind. "You don't talk like that and you don't push me away, and you definitely don't do things like this."
Draco hesitated after that. He wasn't sure whether he wanted to slap him, kiss him, or drag him to the headmaster's office...
This kid has spunk. Once I get my body back, I'll definitely make sure I have this one; he's got his mother's spine.
"Let go of me Malfoy. Once again, this is all none of your business. Let go of me now." Voldemort pulls trying to loosen himself, but Draco has a strong grip.
"Harry." Draco looks into his eyes, repeating the name one last time. Like that's going to help. "Harry, please, listen- ok, no, I'm not- ugh."
The words all seem to be tripping over themselves- Draco isn't sure what to say, how to act, what to do.
"Just- forgive me, okay?"
In one fluid movement, Draco lets go of Harry's wrist and takes him by the face instead. Before he can have a second thought- nope, too late for that, all the thoughts are happening at once- he presses his lips against his and closes his eyes. Don't kill me. Please, just, stop acting like a stranger...
Harry opened his eyes and saw he was looking right at Malfoy. Not just looking at Malfoy, kissing Malfoy. He had a massive headache. Did he black out? Why is Draco kissing him-
He's honestly too shocked to do anything, but then Draco pulls away from Harry. "Malfoy.." He just stares, his mouth agape. How do I even respond to that? He initiated it, right? Or did I- how did I even get down here?
Draco takes a step back. He looks away- looks at the ceiling, the floor, that stupid curl in Potter's hair right by his eye- no, nope, don't, just... fuck.
Say something witty. Or dumb. Or get out of here.
"Glad you're looking like a confused fish again," he mumbles, still not meeting Harry's eyes. It's cringey, but it really does feel like his heart is beating a million miles per hour. Holy fucking shit.
"I-" Okay, answer this in a way that doesn't make you sound like a weirdo. But why was I here- How did I get here? Okay, I'm holding potion ingredients and sneaking around apparently since it's late. "Assignment. I needed ingredients for a potion project I forgot about. And I'm kinda ticked off about it." Why can't I remember anything?
"Sure..." Draco narrowed his eyes, considering blackmail for a moment before remembering what had just happened. "Well, listen, you seem fine now, and I'd quite like to get out of here, so can we pretend that nothing ever happened? I won't tell anybody I caught you out after curfew if you don't say anything about. You know."
"I..." Draco opens his mouth and then closes it again. Did he mean to do that? "Honestly? I don't know. Can we please, please, just get out of her? I feel like my head's going to explode."
You're not alone in that. Harry had a splitting headache, but he needed to be sure.
"Hit me if you need," Harry states, then steps forward and initiates a kiss, one hand on Draco's waist, pulling him closer, and the resting on Draco's shoulder; they hold like this in the movies, right?
He looks over to Draco, who hasn't moved yet after a whole minute. "Are you going to go?" Okay, maybe he was here for a reason before I got here? Once again, how did I get here?
Harry is walking through the dungeons towards the potions storage cabinets. Voldemort didn't know where the cloak was, because the dumb kid misplaced it; or maybe lent it to that Weasley kid, but he had to get this shit done, regardless of risk.
He snuck into the potions classroom to get the ingredients, only to find another student already there. Lucius' son.
Draco stopped dead in his tracks at the sound of Harry's footsteps, slowly turning round to face him. His facial expression did not read 'pleased to see you'.
"Hey." He said, after a long pause. His voice sounded strange in the empty classroom.
Harry has mixed feelings for this child, Voldemort knows that. Voldemort does not want to speak to the child, because he will likely get shit wrong and raise suspicions. Should he give Harry control back? No, that would likely overcomplicate things more. Best take the chance
"What are you doing here, Malfoy?" Voldemort asks, glaring slightly; that's how Harry does it right? These expressions feel right at least.
"I could ask you the same," Malfoy replies, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. Something in the way he says it is overly haughty, as though he's trying to hide a telltale tremble of nerves.
Screw this kid, he doesn't have time for this. Voldemort walks over to the potions cabinet and just starts grabbing what he needs, he could care less what this child thinks.
Draco is creeped out. The way Harry is looking at him is.. wrong somehow. And ignoring him? That's new. And the way he moves doesn't feel like Harry..
"Harry, what the hell are you doing? I get it if you don't want to talk to me, I was..." he trails off. "I was winding you up on purpose earlier, okay, but it's still not like you to just storm in here and ignore me."
Draco finishes talking with a deep breath- he's not sure if it's from the nervousness of talking to Harry, the fact that he's putting a lot more cards on the table than what he's used to, or because of the weird look in Harry's eyes..
"Why are you here, then?" Draco didn't like the way the words came out. He wanted to sound harsh, aloof- give Harry a taste of his own medicine, so to speak. But they sounded too... sincere. Like, for a second, Draco cared why Harry was here.
"Not everything must be your business, but if you used your eyes, you would see I'm grabbing potion ingredients. For what? Once again, none of your business. So, run along and carry about your day Malfoy."
The way Harry said Malfoy, it was different than normal. Everything about Harry seemed odd. Harry's a good kid, but he's stealing half of the potions cabinet.
"Harry." Again, the word sounded wrong. Draco took a few echoing steps across the classroom, standing near enough to Harry to make him wonder whether the other boy could hear his heart hammering in his chest. "Harry, for fuck's sake, you never avoid an opportunity to prove that you're superior to me, and you definitely don't run around at night breaking into potions cabinets. Something's going on, and if you don't start acting like yourself, I am going to slap you."
Voldemort side eyes Draco, then turns to face him. "What I am doing, is none of your business. You are correct that I am superior to you, but that is nothing I have to prove, since it is so clearly obvious. You," he puts his hand to Draco's chest, then pushes him back, "just keep to yourself and stay out of my way."
Red. Draco knew Harry's eyes. He stared at a lot of news paper clippings and photos, though he would never admit it. Harry's green emerald eyes do not have red undertones to them.
Draco's heart briefly skipped a beat from the proximity, the hand on his chest, before he noticed the jarring eye colour. Red? This... this is not right. Something's really, really, not right here.
"Fuck's sake, Harry!" Draco said, finally realising that something had to be done. He grabbed Harry's wrist, hard, before he had the chance to change his mind. "You don't talk like that and you don't push me away, and you definitely don't do things like this."
Draco hesitated after that. He wasn't sure whether he wanted to slap him, kiss him, or drag him to the headmaster's office...
This kid has spunk. Once I get my body back, I'll definitely make sure I have this one; he's got his mother's spine.
"Let go of me Malfoy. Once again, this is all none of your business. Let go of me now." Voldemort pulls trying to loosen himself, but Draco has a strong grip.
"Harry." Draco looks into his eyes, repeating the name one last time. Like that's going to help. "Harry, please, listen- ok, no, I'm not- ugh."
The words all seem to be tripping over themselves- Draco isn't sure what to say, how to act, what to do.
"Just- forgive me, okay?"
In one fluid movement, Draco lets go of Harry's wrist and takes him by the face instead. Before he can have a second thought- nope, too late for that, all the thoughts are happening at once- he presses his lips against his and closes his eyes. Don't kill me. Please, just, stop acting like a stranger...
Harry opened his eyes and saw he was looking right at Malfoy. Not just looking at Malfoy, kissing Malfoy. He had a massive headache. Did he black out? Why is Draco kissing him-
He's honestly too shocked to do anything, but then Draco pulls away from Harry. "Malfoy.." He just stares, his mouth agape. How do I even respond to that? He initiated it, right? Or did I- how did I even get down here?
Draco takes a step back. He looks away- looks at the ceiling, the floor, that stupid curl in Potter's hair right by his eye- no, nope, don't, just... fuck.
Say something witty. Or dumb. Or get out of here.
"Glad you're looking like a confused fish again," he mumbles, still not meeting Harry's eyes. It's cringey, but it really does feel like his heart is beating a million miles per hour. Holy fucking shit.
"I-" Okay, answer this in a way that doesn't make you sound like a weirdo. But why was I here- How did I get here? Okay, I'm holding potion ingredients and sneaking around apparently since it's late. "Assignment. I needed ingredients for a potion project I forgot about. And I'm kinda ticked off about it." Why can't I remember anything?
"Sure..." Draco narrowed his eyes, considering blackmail for a moment before remembering what had just happened. "Well, listen, you seem fine now, and I'd quite like to get out of here, so can we pretend that nothing ever happened? I won't tell anybody I caught you out after curfew if you don't say anything about. You know."
"I..." Draco opens his mouth and then closes it again. Did he mean to do that? "Honestly? I don't know. Can we please, please, just get out of her? I feel like my head's going to explode."
You're not alone in that. Harry had a splitting headache, but he needed to be sure.
"Hit me if you need," Harry states, then steps forward and initiates a kiss, one hand on Draco's waist, pulling him closer, and the resting on Draco's shoulder; they hold like this in the movies, right?
Harry is walking through the dungeons towards the potions storage cabinets. Voldemort didn't know where the cloak was, because the dumb kid misplaced it; or maybe lent it to that Weasley kid, but he had to get this shit done, regardless of risk.
He snuck into the potions classroom to get the ingredients, only to find another student already there. Lucius' son.
Draco stopped dead in his tracks at the sound of Harry's footsteps, slowly turning round to face him. His facial expression did not read 'pleased to see you'.
"Hey." He said, after a long pause. His voice sounded strange in the empty classroom.
Harry has mixed feelings for this child, Voldemort knows that. Voldemort does not want to speak to the child, because he will likely get shit wrong and raise suspicions. Should he give Harry control back? No, that would likely overcomplicate things more. Best take the chance
"What are you doing here, Malfoy?" Voldemort asks, glaring slightly; that's how Harry does it right? These expressions feel right at least.
"I could ask you the same," Malfoy replies, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. Something in the way he says it is overly haughty, as though he's trying to hide a telltale tremble of nerves.
Screw this kid, he doesn't have time for this. Voldemort walks over to the potions cabinet and just starts grabbing what he needs, he could care less what this child thinks.
Draco is creeped out. The way Harry is looking at him is.. wrong somehow. And ignoring him? That's new. And the way he moves doesn't feel like Harry..
"Harry, what the hell are you doing? I get it if you don't want to talk to me, I was..." he trails off. "I was winding you up on purpose earlier, okay, but it's still not like you to just storm in here and ignore me."
Draco finishes talking with a deep breath- he's not sure if it's from the nervousness of talking to Harry, the fact that he's putting a lot more cards on the table than what he's used to, or because of the weird look in Harry's eyes..
"Why are you here, then?" Draco didn't like the way the words came out. He wanted to sound harsh, aloof- give Harry a taste of his own medicine, so to speak. But they sounded too... sincere. Like, for a second, Draco cared why Harry was here.
"Not everything must be your business, but if you used your eyes, you would see I'm grabbing potion ingredients. For what? Once again, none of your business. So, run along and carry about your day Malfoy."
The way Harry said Malfoy, it was different than normal. Everything about Harry seemed odd. Harry's a good kid, but he's stealing half of the potions cabinet.
"Harry." Again, the word sounded wrong. Draco took a few echoing steps across the classroom, standing near enough to Harry to make him wonder whether the other boy could hear his heart hammering in his chest. "Harry, for fuck's sake, you never avoid an opportunity to prove that you're superior to me, and you definitely don't run around at night breaking into potions cabinets. Something's going on, and if you don't start acting like yourself, I am going to slap you."
Voldemort side eyes Draco, then turns to face him. "What I am doing, is none of your business. You are correct that I am superior to you, but that is nothing I have to prove, since it is so clearly obvious. You," he puts his hand to Draco's chest, then pushes him back, "just keep to yourself and stay out of my way."
Red. Draco knew Harry's eyes. He stared at a lot of news paper clippings and photos, though he would never admit it. Harry's green emerald eyes do not have red undertones to them.
Draco's heart briefly skipped a beat from the proximity, the hand on his chest, before he noticed the jarring eye colour. Red? This... this is not right. Something's really, really, not right here.
"Fuck's sake, Harry!" Draco said, finally realising that something had to be done. He grabbed Harry's wrist, hard, before he had the chance to change his mind. "You don't talk like that and you don't push me away, and you definitely don't do things like this."
Draco hesitated after that. He wasn't sure whether he wanted to slap him, kiss him, or drag him to the headmaster's office...
This kid has spunk. Once I get my body back, I'll definitely make sure I have this one; he's got his mother's spine.
"Let go of me Malfoy. Once again, this is all none of your business. Let go of me now." Voldemort pulls trying to loosen himself, but Draco has a strong grip.
"Harry." Draco looks into his eyes, repeating the name one last time. Like that's going to help. "Harry, please, listen- ok, no, I'm not- ugh."
The words all seem to be tripping over themselves- Draco isn't sure what to say, how to act, what to do.
"Just- forgive me, okay?"
In one fluid movement, Draco lets go of Harry's wrist and takes him by the face instead. Before he can have a second thought- nope, too late for that, all the thoughts are happening at once- he presses his lips against his and closes his eyes. Don't kill me. Please, just, stop acting like a stranger...
Harry opened his eyes and saw he was looking right at Malfoy. Not just looking at Malfoy, kissing Malfoy. He had a massive headache. Did he black out? Why is Draco kissing him-
He's honestly too shocked to do anything, but then Draco pulls away from Harry. "Malfoy.." He just stares, his mouth agape. How do I even respond to that? He initiated it, right? Or did I- how did I even get down here?
Draco takes a step back. He looks away- looks at the ceiling, the floor, that stupid curl in Potter's hair right by his eye- no, nope, don't, just... fuck.
Say something witty. Or dumb. Or get out of here.
"Glad you're looking like a confused fish again," he mumbles, still not meeting Harry's eyes. It's cringey, but it really does feel like his heart is beating a million miles per hour. Holy fucking shit.
"I-" Okay, answer this in a way that doesn't make you sound like a weirdo. But why was I here- How did I get here? Okay, I'm holding potion ingredients and sneaking around apparently since it's late. "Assignment. I needed ingredients for a potion project I forgot about. And I'm kinda ticked off about it." Why can't I remember anything?
"Sure..." Draco narrowed his eyes, considering blackmail for a moment before remembering what had just happened. "Well, listen, you seem fine now, and I'd quite like to get out of here, so can we pretend that nothing ever happened? I won't tell anybody I caught you out after curfew if you don't say anything about. You know."
"I..." Draco opens his mouth and then closes it again. Did he mean to do that? "Honestly? I don't know. Can we please, please, just get out of her? I feel like my head's going to explode."
You're not alone in that. Harry had a splitting headache, but he needed to be sure.
"Hit me if you need," Harry states, then steps forward and initiates a kiss, one hand on Draco's waist, pulling him closer, and the resting on Draco's shoulder; they hold like this in the movies, right?
Harry is walking through the dungeons towards the potions storage cabinets. Voldemort didn't know where the cloak was, because the dumb kid misplaced it; or maybe lent it to that Weasley kid, but he had to get this shit done, regardless of risk.
He snuck into the potions classroom to get the ingredients, only to find another student already there. Lucius' son.
Draco stopped dead in his tracks at the sound of Harry's footsteps, slowly turning round to face him. His facial expression did not read 'pleased to see you'.
"Hey." He said, after a long pause. His voice sounded strange in the empty classroom.
Harry has mixed feelings for this child, Voldemort knows that. Voldemort does not want to speak to the child, because he will likely get shit wrong and raise suspicions. Should he give Harry control back? No, that would likely overcomplicate things more. Best take the chance
"What are you doing here, Malfoy?" Voldemort asks, glaring slightly; that's how Harry does it right? These expressions feel right at least.
"I could ask you the same," Malfoy replies, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. Something in the way he says it is overly haughty, as though he's trying to hide a telltale tremble of nerves.
Screw this kid, he doesn't have time for this. Voldemort walks over to the potions cabinet and just starts grabbing what he needs, he could care less what this child thinks.
Draco is creeped out. The way Harry is looking at him is.. wrong somehow. And ignoring him? That's new. And the way he moves doesn't feel like Harry..
"Harry, what the hell are you doing? I get it if you don't want to talk to me, I was..." he trails off. "I was winding you up on purpose earlier, okay, but it's still not like you to just storm in here and ignore me."
Draco finishes talking with a deep breath- he's not sure if it's from the nervousness of talking to Harry, the fact that he's putting a lot more cards on the table than what he's used to, or because of the weird look in Harry's eyes..
"Why are you here, then?" Draco didn't like the way the words came out. He wanted to sound harsh, aloof- give Harry a taste of his own medicine, so to speak. But they sounded too... sincere. Like, for a second, Draco cared why Harry was here.
"Not everything must be your business, but if you used your eyes, you would see I'm grabbing potion ingredients. For what? Once again, none of your business. So, run along and carry about your day Malfoy."
The way Harry said Malfoy, it was different than normal. Everything about Harry seemed odd. Harry's a good kid, but he's stealing half of the potions cabinet.
"Harry." Again, the word sounded wrong. Draco took a few echoing steps across the classroom, standing near enough to Harry to make him wonder whether the other boy could hear his heart hammering in his chest. "Harry, for fuck's sake, you never avoid an opportunity to prove that you're superior to me, and you definitely don't run around at night breaking into potions cabinets. Something's going on, and if you don't start acting like yourself, I am going to slap you."
Voldemort side eyes Draco, then turns to face him. "What I am doing, is none of your business. You are correct that I am superior to you, but that is nothing I have to prove, since it is so clearly obvious. You," he puts his hand to Draco's chest, then pushes him back, "just keep to yourself and stay out of my way."
Red. Draco knew Harry's eyes. He stared at a lot of news paper clippings and photos, though he would never admit it. Harry's green emerald eyes do not have red undertones to them.
Draco's heart briefly skipped a beat from the proximity, the hand on his chest, before he noticed the jarring eye colour. Red? This... this is not right. Something's really, really, not right here.
"Fuck's sake, Harry!" Draco said, finally realising that something had to be done. He grabbed Harry's wrist, hard, before he had the chance to change his mind. "You don't talk like that and you don't push me away, and you definitely don't do things like this."
Draco hesitated after that. He wasn't sure whether he wanted to slap him, kiss him, or drag him to the headmaster's office...
This kid has spunk. Once I get my body back, I'll definitely make sure I have this one; he's got his mother's spine.
"Let go of me Malfoy. Once again, this is all none of your business. Let go of me now." Voldemort pulls trying to loosen himself, but Draco has a strong grip.
"Harry." Draco looks into his eyes, repeating the name one last time. Like that's going to help. "Harry, please, listen- ok, no, I'm not- ugh."
The words all seem to be tripping over themselves- Draco isn't sure what to say, how to act, what to do.
"Just- forgive me, okay?"
In one fluid movement, Draco lets go of Harry's wrist and takes him by the face instead. Before he can have a second thought- nope, too late for that, all the thoughts are happening at once- he presses his lips against his and closes his eyes. Don't kill me. Please, just, stop acting like a stranger...
Harry opened his eyes and saw he was looking right at Malfoy. Not just looking at Malfoy, kissing Malfoy. He had a massive headache. Did he black out? Why is Draco kissing him-
He's honestly too shocked to do anything, but then Draco pulls away from Harry. "Malfoy.." He just stares, his mouth agape. How do I even respond to that? He initiated it, right? Or did I- how did I even get down here?
Draco takes a step back. He looks away- looks at the ceiling, the floor, that stupid curl in Potter's hair right by his eye- no, nope, don't, just... fuck.
Say something witty. Or dumb. Or get out of here.
"Glad you're looking like a confused fish again," he mumbles, still not meeting Harry's eyes. It's cringey, but it really does feel like his heart is beating a million miles per hour. Holy fucking shit.
"I-" Okay, answer this in a way that doesn't make you sound like a weirdo. But why was I here- How did I get here? Okay, I'm holding potion ingredients and sneaking around apparently since it's late. "Assignment. I needed ingredients for a potion project I forgot about. And I'm kinda ticked off about it." Why can't I remember anything?
"Sure..." Draco narrowed his eyes, considering blackmail for a moment before remembering what had just happened. "Well, listen, you seem fine now, and I'd quite like to get out of here, so can we pretend that nothing ever happened? I won't tell anybody I caught you out after curfew if you don't say anything about. You know."
Harry is walking through the dungeons towards the potions storage cabinets. Voldemort didn't know where the cloak was, because the dumb kid misplaced it; or maybe lent it to that Weasley kid, but he had to get this shit done, regardless of risk.
He snuck into the potions classroom to get the ingredients, only to find another student already there. Lucius' son.
Draco stopped dead in his tracks at the sound of Harry's footsteps, slowly turning round to face him. His facial expression did not read 'pleased to see you'.
"Hey." He said, after a long pause. His voice sounded strange in the empty classroom.
Harry has mixed feelings for this child, Voldemort knows that. Voldemort does not want to speak to the child, because he will likely get shit wrong and raise suspicions. Should he give Harry control back? No, that would likely overcomplicate things more. Best take the chance
"What are you doing here, Malfoy?" Voldemort asks, glaring slightly; that's how Harry does it right? These expressions feel right at least.
"I could ask you the same," Malfoy replies, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. Something in the way he says it is overly haughty, as though he's trying to hide a telltale tremble of nerves.
Screw this kid, he doesn't have time for this. Voldemort walks over to the potions cabinet and just starts grabbing what he needs, he could care less what this child thinks.
Draco is creeped out. The way Harry is looking at him is.. wrong somehow. And ignoring him? That's new. And the way he moves doesn't feel like Harry..
"Harry, what the hell are you doing? I get it if you don't want to talk to me, I was..." he trails off. "I was winding you up on purpose earlier, okay, but it's still not like you to just storm in here and ignore me."
Draco finishes talking with a deep breath- he's not sure if it's from the nervousness of talking to Harry, the fact that he's putting a lot more cards on the table than what he's used to, or because of the weird look in Harry's eyes..
"Why are you here, then?" Draco didn't like the way the words came out. He wanted to sound harsh, aloof- give Harry a taste of his own medicine, so to speak. But they sounded too... sincere. Like, for a second, Draco cared why Harry was here.
"Not everything must be your business, but if you used your eyes, you would see I'm grabbing potion ingredients. For what? Once again, none of your business. So, run along and carry about your day Malfoy."
The way Harry said Malfoy, it was different than normal. Everything about Harry seemed odd. Harry's a good kid, but he's stealing half of the potions cabinet.
"Harry." Again, the word sounded wrong. Draco took a few echoing steps across the classroom, standing near enough to Harry to make him wonder whether the other boy could hear his heart hammering in his chest. "Harry, for fuck's sake, you never avoid an opportunity to prove that you're superior to me, and you definitely don't run around at night breaking into potions cabinets. Something's going on, and if you don't start acting like yourself, I am going to slap you."
Voldemort side eyes Draco, then turns to face him. "What I am doing, is none of your business. You are correct that I am superior to you, but that is nothing I have to prove, since it is so clearly obvious. You," he puts his hand to Draco's chest, then pushes him back, "just keep to yourself and stay out of my way."
Red. Draco knew Harry's eyes. He stared at a lot of news paper clippings and photos, though he would never admit it. Harry's green emerald eyes do not have red undertones to them.
Draco's heart briefly skipped a beat from the proximity, the hand on his chest, before he noticed the jarring eye colour. Red? This... this is not right. Something's really, really, not right here.
"Fuck's sake, Harry!" Draco said, finally realising that something had to be done. He grabbed Harry's wrist, hard, before he had the chance to change his mind. "You don't talk like that and you don't push me away, and you definitely don't do things like this."
Draco hesitated after that. He wasn't sure whether he wanted to slap him, kiss him, or drag him to the headmaster's office...
This kid has spunk. Once I get my body back, I'll definitely make sure I have this one; he's got his mother's spine.
"Let go of me Malfoy. Once again, this is all none of your business. Let go of me now." Voldemort pulls trying to loosen himself, but Draco has a strong grip.
"Harry." Draco looks into his eyes, repeating the name one last time. Like that's going to help. "Harry, please, listen- ok, no, I'm not- ugh."
The words all seem to be tripping over themselves- Draco isn't sure what to say, how to act, what to do.
"Just- forgive me, okay?"
In one fluid movement, Draco lets go of Harry's wrist and takes him by the face instead. Before he can have a second thought- nope, too late for that, all the thoughts are happening at once- he presses his lips against his and closes his eyes. Don't kill me. Please, just, stop acting like a stranger...
Harry opened his eyes and saw he was looking right at Malfoy. Not just looking at Malfoy, kissing Malfoy. He had a massive headache. Did he black out? Why is Draco kissing him-
He's honestly too shocked to do anything, but then Draco pulls away from Harry. "Malfoy.." He just stares, his mouth agape. How do I even respond to that? He initiated it, right? Or did I- how did I even get down here?
Draco takes a step back. He looks away- looks at the ceiling, the floor, that stupid curl in Potter's hair right by his eye- no, nope, don't, just... fuck.
Say something witty. Or dumb. Or get out of here.
"Glad you're looking like a confused fish again," he mumbles, still not meeting Harry's eyes. It's cringey, but it really does feel like his heart is beating a million miles per hour. Holy fucking shit.
"I-" Okay, answer this in a way that doesn't make you sound like a weirdo. But why was I here- How did I get here? Okay, I'm holding potion ingredients and sneaking around apparently since it's late. "Assignment. I needed ingredients for a potion project I forgot about. And I'm kinda ticked off about it." Why can't I remember anything?
Harry is walking through the dungeons towards the potions storage cabinets. Voldemort didn't know where the cloak was, because the dumb kid misplaced it; or maybe lent it to that Weasley kid, but he had to get this shit done, regardless of risk.
He snuck into the potions classroom to get the ingredients, only to find another student already there. Lucius' son.
Draco stopped dead in his tracks at the sound of Harry's footsteps, slowly turning round to face him. His facial expression did not read 'pleased to see you'.
"Hey." He said, after a long pause. His voice sounded strange in the empty classroom.
Harry has mixed feelings for this child, Voldemort knows that. Voldemort does not want to speak to the child, because he will likely get shit wrong and raise suspicions. Should he give Harry control back? No, that would likely overcomplicate things more. Best take the chance
"What are you doing here, Malfoy?" Voldemort asks, glaring slightly; that's how Harry does it right? These expressions feel right at least.
"I could ask you the same," Malfoy replies, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. Something in the way he says it is overly haughty, as though he's trying to hide a telltale tremble of nerves.
Screw this kid, he doesn't have time for this. Voldemort walks over to the potions cabinet and just starts grabbing what he needs, he could care less what this child thinks.
Draco is creeped out. The way Harry is looking at him is.. wrong somehow. And ignoring him? That's new. And the way he moves doesn't feel like Harry..
"Harry, what the hell are you doing? I get it if you don't want to talk to me, I was..." he trails off. "I was winding you up on purpose earlier, okay, but it's still not like you to just storm in here and ignore me."
Draco finishes talking with a deep breath- he's not sure if it's from the nervousness of talking to Harry, the fact that he's putting a lot more cards on the table than what he's used to, or because of the weird look in Harry's eyes..
"Why are you here, then?" Draco didn't like the way the words came out. He wanted to sound harsh, aloof- give Harry a taste of his own medicine, so to speak. But they sounded too... sincere. Like, for a second, Draco cared why Harry was here.
"Not everything must be your business, but if you used your eyes, you would see I'm grabbing potion ingredients. For what? Once again, none of your business. So, run along and carry about your day Malfoy."
The way Harry said Malfoy, it was different than normal. Everything about Harry seemed odd. Harry's a good kid, but he's stealing half of the potions cabinet.
"Harry." Again, the word sounded wrong. Draco took a few echoing steps across the classroom, standing near enough to Harry to make him wonder whether the other boy could hear his heart hammering in his chest. "Harry, for fuck's sake, you never avoid an opportunity to prove that you're superior to me, and you definitely don't run around at night breaking into potions cabinets. Something's going on, and if you don't start acting like yourself, I am going to slap you."
Voldemort side eyes Draco, then turns to face him. "What I am doing, is none of your business. You are correct that I am superior to you, but that is nothing I have to prove, since it is so clearly obvious. You," he puts his hand to Draco's chest, then pushes him back, "just keep to yourself and stay out of my way."
Red. Draco knew Harry's eyes. He stared at a lot of news paper clippings and photos, though he would never admit it. Harry's green emerald eyes do not have red undertones to them.
Draco's heart briefly skipped a beat from the proximity, the hand on his chest, before he noticed the jarring eye colour. Red? This... this is not right. Something's really, really, not right here.
"Fuck's sake, Harry!" Draco said, finally realising that something had to be done. He grabbed Harry's wrist, hard, before he had the chance to change his mind. "You don't talk like that and you don't push me away, and you definitely don't do things like this."
Draco hesitated after that. He wasn't sure whether he wanted to slap him, kiss him, or drag him to the headmaster's office...
This kid has spunk. Once I get my body back, I'll definitely make sure I have this one; he's got his mother's spine.
"Let go of me Malfoy. Once again, this is all none of your business. Let go of me now." Voldemort pulls trying to loosen himself, but Draco has a strong grip.
"Harry." Draco looks into his eyes, repeating the name one last time. Like that's going to help. "Harry, please, listen- ok, no, I'm not- ugh."
The words all seem to be tripping over themselves- Draco isn't sure what to say, how to act, what to do.
"Just- forgive me, okay?"
In one fluid movement, Draco lets go of Harry's wrist and takes him by the face instead. Before he can have a second thought- nope, too late for that, all the thoughts are happening at once- he presses his lips against his and closes his eyes. Don't kill me. Please, just, stop acting like a stranger...
Harry opened his eyes and saw he was looking right at Malfoy. Not just looking at Malfoy, kissing Malfoy. He had a massive headache. Did he black out? Why is Draco kissing him-
He's honestly too shocked to do anything, but then Draco pulls away from Harry. "Malfoy.." He just stares, his mouth agape. How do I even respond to that? He initiated it, right? Or did I- how did I even get down here?
Draco takes a step back. He looks away- looks at the ceiling, the floor, that stupid curl in Potter's hair right by his eye- no, nope, don't, just... fuck.
Say something witty. Or dumb. Or get out of here.
"Glad you're looking like a confused fish again," he mumbles, still not meeting Harry's eyes. It's cringey, but it really does feel like his heart is beating a million miles per hour. Holy fucking shit.
