Disclaimer: Harry Potter is copywrited to J. K. Rowling. The characters in this story are hers.CHAPTER NINE
Harry Potter was having a very bad day. Repressed memories from the night before were slowly flooding back to him, and with each new recollection Harry winced in new embarrassment. Harry had performed unspeakably intimate acts on the body of his onetime nemesis. And worse, he had actually enjoyed it.
Perhaps he was gay after all.
Calmly hiding in the solitude of his office, Harry was able to process his thoughts. He had to admit last night was enjoyable. And Draco was a big part of the fun. The blond was attractive, alluring, sexy. And Harry was smitten.
Harry sat down uneasily at his desk and weakly dropped his head into his hands. He was stupid for getting drunk and stupid for enjoying sex with a guy. But mostly he was stupid for developing feelings for his longtime adversary.
"Of all people, him," he growled angrily at himself. "Of all people, God, oh God - Draco," he groaned with dismay.
"I love it when you moan my name."
Harry's head shot up. Seeing the object of his contemplating lounging casually in the doorframe, Harry flushed hot red.
Draco smirked at the blush. "Have I got you all hot and bothered, Potter?"
"Of course not." Harry looked away.
Draco made an ambiguous tsk-ing sound and perched delicately on the edge of Harry's desk.
"We need to talk," Harry said.
"I know. That's why I'm here."
"We were drunk," Draco interrupted. "And I'll only have to sleep in your room another night or two, then Ronny will be gone."
Harry panicked. He couldn't very well share a room – a bed – with someone he was falling for without admitting his feelings. That would just be unfair to Draco.
"I – want to tell you something," Harry mumbled nervously.
"Let me guess. You want me to sleep on the floor tonight."
Harry didn't know how to put this into words. He wanted Draco to know but to see that this was no big deal. Nothing Harry wouldn't get over. And hopefully get over soon.
"Actually," Harry began again. "I just thought, to be fair and all, seeing as we're sharing a room and stuff, that really I should tell you."
"Yes?" Draco seemed amused.
"Am I on the floor or not, Potter?"
"I may have feelings for you," Harry said quickly, and blushed. "Really little feelings," he added in defense.
"So you'll be on the floor, then?" Draco asked conversationally, and walked out.
Really little feelings? What the hell does that mean? Draco puzzled angrily. Either the idiot has feelings or he doesn't.
Draco was not surprised that Harry was developing an emotional attachment. After a night in the sack with a sex god like himself, what self-respecting Gryffindor wouldn't?
"Alright, Draco, that's enough!"
Draco turned to see that his dark hair companion had followed him out of the office.
"Sweetie, I really don't like when you call me Draco. That's a terrible nickname," he hissed indignantly.
But Harry was too furious to be bothered. "Can it. No one else can here us."
Harry was probably right. Draco's co-workers stood on the other side of the cafe and could not overhear any of this.
"Just keep it down," Draco finally snapped. "What the hell is wrong with you?"
"Ever since you've gotten here, you've done nothing but walk over me. You need a job, a place to stay – I give them to you. You need to create a story about being my boyfriend – and I go along with it, too. But I'm sick of you acting this way!"
"What way? I can't un-be your boyfriend, Potter."
"Not that." Harry seemed near tears, but whether from anger or distress, Draco couldn't tell.
"What then?" Draco indifferently held up one hand to examine his perfect nails.
Harry viciously snatched his hand down.
"I only wanted to tell you what I'm feeling, just so you know. I didn't expect you to return the sentiment. But God, Draco, you have no right to just leave, to just – garrr!" Harry trailed off in a growl of frustration.
"Why, Potter, what a ghastly display of emotion," Draco drawled serenely. "Didn't your mother ever teach you not to get so flustered in public?"
"This is what I'm talking about!" the Gryffindor yelled with new vigor.
A few patrons of the cafe turned at the outburst. Draco offered them a winning smile and shoved Harry roughly back to the office. For good measure, Draco slammed the door behind him.
"Well we're even now he," the Slytherin snarled viciously. "You've embarrassed me in public. Good job, Potter. Very mature of you."
Outrage swept over the other boy's face. "Mature? You have the audacity to tell me about maturity when I've done nothing but give in to your every childish whim since you got here!"
Draco was indignant. How dare anyone call his whims childish?
The blond began to say some scathing remark, but a gnawing voice in the back of his head told him to stop. Did Harry really feel he was being taken advantage of? Did Harry truly believe Draco owed him something?
"I'll cook dinner again tonight," Draco offered lamely. What else could he do for Harry?
Harry did not seem mollified. When he spoke, his voice was even and cold. "If we're going to continue this whole dating charade, then I want a few things from you. Ground rules. I should have thought of this sooner."
Amusing. Harry setting down rules like an angry parent.
"Neither of us have ever played by the rules, Potter," Malfoy drawled. "But you especially. The Great Harry Potter, Boy Who Lived. No rule the Golden Boy wasn't allowed to break."
"Fine. I may have broken a rule or two back at Hogwarts, but there was reason!"
"I know, I know. It's okay to break the rules if you're off saving the world," Draco said, trying to sound bored and not at all bitter.
"Are you jealous?" Harry asked softly.
"Of what?" Draco growled indignantly. "Certainly not of Harry fucking Potter, savior of everything."
"It's not my fault what I had to do!" Harry defended. "Do you think I enjoyed risking my life all the time?"
"You're a brave little Gryffindor. That's what you do," Draco snapped. "Risk your life, break the rules, and steal the limelight."
"Look, Draco, whatever resentments there were between us at Hogwarts, can we please just bury them? We're not kids anymore. And if this whole situation is going to work, we need to be respectful."
The emphasis on "respectful" was pointed, but Draco chose to ignore the insult.
There was an uneasy pause. Draco cleared his throat in an exaggeratedly casual manner.
"Was there something else?" Harry asked with a nervous sigh.
"So you are gay?"
Taken off guard, Harry paused cautiously. "Yes."
Draco turned and left. This time, Harry didn't have the guts to follow.