An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 29/29
Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Hermione Granger & Harry Potter, Sirius Black & Harry Potter, Pansy Parkinson & Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy & Harry Potter, Harry Potter & Blaise Zabini
Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Sirius Black, Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott, Daphne Greengrass
Additional Tags: Slytherin Harry Potter, Dark Arts, Hogwarts Fifth Year, Dark Harry Potter, Slytherins Being Slytherins, Alternate Hogwarts House Sorting, Re-Sorting, Dark Magic, Slow Burn, Slytherin Pride, Protective Slytherins, Pureblood Politics (Harry Potter), Bigotry & Prejudice
Series: Part 1 of Mutatum
In the summer before his fifth year at Hogwarts, Harry is drawn to a room in Grimmauld Place. Like the Gryffindor he is, he enters the room without fear. The room is a library, and Harry is surprised to find that he’s eager to learn.
Then he gets the bad news: he’s been accidentally expelled from Hogwarts, and he needs to be sorted again. Everyone is confident that he’ll go straight back to Gryffindor, but with what he's been learning, Harry’s not so sure.
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“We’ve been up all night,” Draco said. “You’re exhausted. We don’t have to figure this out right this second.” He then gently pulled Harry over to his bed before sitting on the edge, pulling Harry with him. He drew his wand and began fixing Harry’s hand.
As Harry watched his broken skin knit up before his eyes, the gentle touch of Draco’s fingers against his own brought his conversation with Hermione swirling back into his mind.
Harry swallowed hard, lifting his eyes from their hands to Draco’s face. Draco’s eyebrows were furrowed in concentration, a stray lock of blond hair falling in his eyes, his lips working as he cast Episkey after Episkey, and his pale eyelashes were just so damn long.
Draco Malfoy. Draco, who had thrown caution to the wind and accompanied Harry to the Ministry simply because Harry had insisted on going, had done the unthinkable and chosen Harry over his own father. Now, instead of worrying about what he and his mother were going to do now that his father was headed for Azkaban, he was completely focused on Harry’s self-inflicted injuries.
Without even fully realizing what he was doing, Harry raised his free hand and brushed the stray lock of hair behind Draco’s ear.
Draco paused in his ministrations, his silver-grey eyes flickering up to meet Harry’s.
Throwing caution to the wind, Harry’s hand slid to the back of Draco’s neck and he gently coaxed him forward, while at the same time he leaned in.
Their lips met, and the first thing Harry thought was that Draco’s lips were incredibly soft. For someone who was as sarcastic and pointy as Draco was, it almost made no sense that his lips would be so soft.
And then Draco’s lips moved against his own.
Warmth spread through him, and he was only faintly aware of Draco reaching out and pulling on his collar, drawing him closer. The mattress underneath him shifted as they gravitated towards one another. Harry raised his other hand to cup Draco’s cheek, tangling his fingers in soft, silky hair.
Lips moved against one another, then tongues, and Harry shuddered pleasantly as they imitated each other’s movements.
It was his first kiss and Harry had nothing to compare it to, but he could definitely understand why some couples couldn’t seem to keep their lips off of each other.
Finally, and at the same time altogether too soon, Draco pulled back, sucking just a bit on Harry’s lower lip as he did so. “Not that I don’t appreciate it,” he whispered against Harry’s lips, “but what brought this on?”
“Hermione,” Harry responded, feeling like something in his brain had short-circuited.
“What?” Draco asked, drawing away so he could look Harry full-on in the face. He scowled. “You’re kissing me while thinking about -”
“No!” Harry said. “She just… she pointed out that I… might have a thing for you. And that you might have a thing for me, too...”
Draco’s expression melted into amusement. “You…” He shook his head. “I invited you into my bed, had you sleep next to me, and just now you realize that I have a… ‘thing’ for you?”
“Uh,” Harry said sheepishly. “Well… as Hermione pointed out, I had an awful lot on my mind this year…”
“You’re a moron, Scarhead,” Draco said. His hand drifted upwards to grasp Harry’s still-injured one. “And did you just get blood in my hair?”
“Uh…” Harry’s eyes flicked upwards. “Yes.”
Draco smirked and leaned forward. “You owe me for that, you realize,” he said. “Though I suppose I owe Granger, as well…”
Harry’s laugh was cut off as their lips met again.
