Title: The New Guy

Author: Regal Baring

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters; I only twist them for my evil pleasure.

This will eventually be a HP/DM slash, so if that bothers anyone, I'm sorry, but don't read if you don't like. You have been duly warned!

A/N: Sorry it's been so long! I've graduated, so now I'll have some free time to update!

By the way, after re-reading all the previous chapters, I'm so sorry for the Jane Austen-esque way they talk. I'll try to make it a little more realistic, but I promise nothing, hahaha!


Chapter 10

In which the closet appears again

Harry breathed deeply, surprised at his own foolishness. He wasn't guarded today, and so distracted by his victory in Transfiguration, he hadn't even been aware of his surroundings. It would serve him right if he ended up getting knocked a bit senseless after this.

"Uocn lgg nrw," he tried to mutter.

"Harry, I can't believe you. After all of your training, I still managed to surprise you," Sirius said, his voice betraying a little worry.

Harry wrenched his head out from under Sirius' hand, his mouth turned down in a grimace.

"I know," he said, irritation and disgust with himself written on his face. "I don't know why I wasn't alert. I'm sorry," he said softly.

"No, no! Harry, don't apologize. I just…I just wasn't expecting it to be so easy," Sirius said with bashful sort of smile, rubbing the back of his neck.

Harry smiled a little, and gave Sirius a back breaking hug.

"I suppose from that hug I can guess I'm not in the, er, doghouse anymore, right?" he asked sheepishly.

"Oh, no, you still are," Harry said with a big smile, "but I can still be happy to see you, can't I?"

In fact, he hadn't realized until now just how much he had missed Sirius. Even though he had gone off to other private schools (disguised of course), or had tutors when discretion was necessary, he hadn't ever really been so far away from his godfather.

"Yeah, I guess I deserve that," he laughed. "But Harry…you shouldn't be…I don't know how to say it," he said, his brows twisted in a frown. "I don't think it's wise for you show the true extent of your power," he finally said at last, after a moment's pause.

Harry looked at Sirius for a moment, before he said gently, "I'm not showing them everything. But I want them to respect me."

"Don't do it by fear, or by pressure," Sirius warned. "I…I know what it's like to want to show off for people," he said, his eyes shadowed.

"I'm not-" Harry began hotly, before he stopped abruptly. He looked into Sirius's dark eyes, eyes that had seen so much, even seen his parent's murdered. He sighed, running a hand through his tousled hair. It really was time to get a haircut, he thought distractedly.

It wasn't like he really wanted to be more powerful, Harry assured himself. But since it happened, and since this destiny was forced on him, he may as well…as well…he winced. He may as well show off.

"I'm sorry," Harry murmured, his eyes downcast. He clenched his fists tightly, and anger made him tremble. "I just hate it," he said fiercely. "I hate it when they look at me, and wonder, 'is that the next Dark Lord?' or when they stare at my forehead as if they have the right to. I hate it when they watch me in the middle of class or in the halls, and walk around me as if I had some sort…some sort of disease or something," he said, his voice choked a little. "It's always been bad, being the new guy, but it's been worse here. They all know…everything."

Sirius grasped him by the shoulders, pulling him close. "I know," Sirius breathed, his mouth pressed to the crown of Harry's forehead. "I'm sorry it has to be this way."

"I know," Harry said, his voice trembling, "but I wouldn't wish it on anyone else. At least I can handle it."

"Can you?" Sirius asked. "Do you want to leave?" His eyes were intense, dark and brooding, and he showed his willingness to pick up and leave at that very instant.

Harry finally managed a weak smile, and squeezed Sirius again in one last quick hug before letting him go to straighten his robes. "No," he said at last. "It's time to stop running, don't you think?"

"I…well, I guess it is," Sirius finally said at last, and gave Harry a true smile, one that lit up his face and showed off his true handsomeness.

"Are you going to stay for the evening?" Harry asked eagerly. "Remus Lupin is here, he agreed to meet with me tonight."

"Yep, that's what I'm here for. He told me you had asked to meet with him, so I figured I'd drop in and see how you were doing. Dumbledore asked to speak with me as well, so it all worked out," he said, laughing and ruffling his godson's hair.

Skylar chose that moment to lunge out of Harry's unbuttoned pocket, and latched onto Sirius's thumb. With a cry of surprise, he started shaking his hand back and forth, trying to dislodge the rodent clinging with ferocious strength. Her little fangs gripped him tightly, digging in deeper with each shake.

"What the-get this thing off me, Harry!" Sirius cried out, holding out his arm towards Harry in desperation.

"Skylar, let go of Sirius right now," Harry said, his voice deepening in anger. Immediately the ferret let go of her target, looking up at her master with large, welling eyes.

"Oh no, your crying won't get you out of punishment this time," he said sternly. "You know Sirius' voice, why did you attack him?"

Skylar let out a little depressed 'eep' of dismay, her eyes filling with tears. Harry looked at the blood staining her mouth, and shook his head. "You've been a very bad girl. I know you may have thought you were protecting me, but this wasn't the answer," he said, disappointment heavy in his voice.

Skylar scrabbled at his hand, wanting to climb up to his shoulder, but Harry refused to let her go to her perch, instead putting her in a pocket with a stern order to stay still. After a cry of sadness, she grew still once more.

"I'm sorry Sirius, I don't know what got into her," Harry said apologetically, watching as Sirius cast a quick healing spell on the small wound.

"It's okay, Harry," Sirius said, a small smile twisting about his lips. "I know she thought she was defending you. I did just pull you into a closet," he laughed.

"Still…she shouldn't have done that when she heard your voice. Anyways, I have to go get my books for Charms next," Harry said, "I don't want to be late, so I'll see you later!"

He jogged quickly down the halls, knowing he was running late, and he heard Skylar squeaking and she was jostled, but he didn't have the time to walk. Stepping into the dorms, he hurriedly sifted through his trunk, captured his book Challenging Charms for Sixth Year Students by Harlotta Squeeluck, and raced out of the room.

"Sorry Sky," he puffed, "I'm running late." She was conspicuously silent.

He squeezed into the room just as Professor Flitwick was standing on his podium, and with his head down, he sank into the first seat empty seat he found, which happened to be by a blushing young girl in braids. He smiled weakly before opening his book. Draco sent him strange looks, but his eyes darted away as soon as Harry captured his eyes. He sighed heavily before jotting down the notes.


After the final class of the day, Harry wearily as he strode into the dorms, flinging his books onto his bed before heading to the bathroom. He withdrew Skylar, drawing in a harsh breath at the dried blood on her lips.

"I'm so sorry," he murmured, kissing the top of her head, before he gently took a damp towel to wipe up her face. She merely looked at him, her face pathetically sad.

"I know you were trying to do the right thing," he whispered. "I know you were looking out for me. Couldn't you hear it was Sirius?" he asked.

She merely shook her head, allowing him to clean up her face without a fight. He worried more because she was so passive.

"I'm sorry," he said again. "Today has been a pretty bad day," he tried to say, as if in apology, but he knew it wasn't enough. "One day," he started again, "one day I'll make it up to you."

After she had been all cleaned up, he cuddled her close as he moved down the steps into the common area. It fell quiet, as it usually did; this was a different sort of silence than usual though. Harry looked around quizzically, but no one would meet his eyes.

"Perhaps I should just skip dinner," he muttered, but Skylar mewled demandingly, regaining some of her spunk. He laughed, and trudged down the stairs towards the Great Hall.

Stepping through the large doors, he ignored the stares and moved towards the Slytherin table, before slumping into his seat.

"Alright there, Harry?" Theodore Nott asked, sitting down beside him and reaching to fill a plate.

"I'm okay…just a little tired, I guess," he answered. Skylar wiggled to sit on the table beside his arm, stretching out and begging for a drumstick of chicken. Harry chuckled a bit, handed her a piece, and began nibbling on his own food.

"Is there something wrong with people today?" Harry asked conversationally to Nott. "It just seems like everyone is acting a little strange," he said.

Nott just shrugged his shoulders a little. "I don't about all that," he said, "but I heard someone say that Draco was in a pretty pissy mood all day."

Draco strode into the Hall, surrounded by his normal mob, just as Harry was taking a bite of his potatoes, and he swallowed the lump that had turned to paste in his mouth.

"He's in fine form tonight, isn't he?" Nott asked, spearing a piece of meat before lifting it before his eyes in a desultory manner.

"Yeah," Harry sighed, "it would seem so."

When Draco noticed he was there, there was only a small misstep, before he moved on to sit further away from Harry than usual. Pansy sent Draco a questioning look, but sat opposite him as she usually did. The others filed around in around him, all sending Harry a pitying look, before starting their meal.

Harry tried to ignore the snub as best he could.

"Hm, got on his bad side, did you?" Nott asked, sending Harry a wry glance. "It's not hard to do."

Harry sent him an interested glance. "Are you on his bad side, then?" he asked, curious.

"Nope," he said, "I just don't pay homage to him like I should, so I'm just on the outer fringe of things." He laughed softly. "It's a lot safer than being on the inside circle."

Harry sent him a small smile, taking a few more bites of food. "I believe I agree with you," he said at last. "Perhaps we can just be on the outer fringes together, if I'm lucky."

Nott sent him a glance as if questioning his sanity. "You're Harry Potter. You can't be fringe," he said, faintly amused.

"Well, I'll just do my best then," he said, and without further conversation they finished their meal.


Harry waited until Draco and his entourage had finally left the Great Hall before he stood up to leave. Nott had waited with him, "to watch the drama unfold," he had said, and so got to his feet beside him.

"Would you like to study together tonight?" Nott asked calmly, brushing imaginary crumbs off of his robe.

"I would, but I have to meet someone first," Harry answered apologetically. He brushed his fringe off of his forehead in thought for a moment, before saying, "Another time, perhaps?"

"Sure, it's up to you, just let me know," he said casually, and strolled off towards the dungeons.

Harry waited patiently for Nott to have disappeared down the hallway before he headed up the stairs. Reaching the door to Professor Lupin's personal quarters, he knocked tentatively. Skylar, snoozing peacefully in his pocket after a full belly, snored softly in her sleep.

"Come in!" was the husky voice of the newly appointed Defense teacher, and he opened the door slowly before stepping in. His wand, lying cool along his forearm, was a reassuring presence.

When he stepped into the sparsely filled room, he smiled to see his godfather and Lupin sipping tea.

"Sorry if I'm late," he said, closing the door quietly behind him. "I was a little caught up after supper. I didn't want anyone to follow me."

"It's no problem. Sirius has been filling me in on some of your training," Remus said gently, and handed him a cup of tea as Harry collapsed onto the couch beside Sirius.

Remus smiled to see the easy camaraderie between the two. He could hardly believe his eyes – Harry was the spitting image of James. He wondered if Sirius had found it difficult some times to separate the two. Sirius and James had been best friends, closer in age and class than Pettigrew and Remus had been. They had done everything together; they had shared the same sense of humor, bunked next to each other in the dorms, had the same classes…at times, he admitted, it had been hard to think of them as separate people. And then James had married Lilly, and she had given birth to a son. It had all changed. Sirius had told Remus that though he had loved Harry, he had still felt a sense of loss for his friend. They were no longer the same.

"Oh yeah?" Harry asked. "Well, training is all I've been doing for as long as I can remember," he said, smirking a little.

Sirius sent him a sharp look, before looking away.

"I know," Remus said gently. "I wanted to meet with you tonight to ask you if you'd like to continue training with me during a few evenings of the week."

Harry's eyes lit up. "Really? That's great! I've been wondering who I was going to work with while I was here. I was sure it was going to be Snape," he laughed, shuddering in mock fright.

Remus smiled with understanding. "Yes, Professor Snape can be a rather…formidable man," he murmured.

They chatted politely for a moment before Remus turned to Harry, saying, "I've been told you learned the Patronus when you were thirteen. That's very impressive."

Harry smiled proudly. "Yeah, it took a while," he said, smoothing the hair away from his forehead, "but the Prince was very patient."

"Prince?" Remus questioned with a puzzled look in his eyes.

"Yeah…when I was thirteen we were in Turkey. The Prince was a tutor for me. Sirius knew them," he clarified.

"How would you have known the Prince of Turkey?" Remus asked his friend, flabbergasted.

"Ah, well…it all involved a bet some alcohol, and a large black dog," Sirius said with a roguish grin.

"You'll have to tell me about it later," Remus said, chuckling.

Remus quickly set up an easy schedule for both of them, and within a few minutes more Harry was on his way out.

"I'm sorry," he apologized after hastily covering a yawn. "I haven't been sleeping well lately."

"Why?" Sirius demanded, swiftly moving to stand in front of Harry. "You didn't tell me that you had been having trouble."

"Ah, well," Harry began uncomfortably, "it's more home sickness than anything else," he said with a rather winsome smile. "It's been a long time since I've been in a school like this without you around."

Sirius relaxed marginally, and forced a smile. He ruffled the boy's hair before pulling him into a quick squeeze. Boys his age were so touchy about hugging their parents. But Harry leaned into the embrace before moving away.

As if he was starved for a single touch.

It had always amazed Sirius…amazed him, but had always made him faintly uneasy. As if maybe Sirius hadn't done something right.

But he had treated the boy as best he knew how. He had given him anything he needed, had tried to teach him the best way to be a man. He certainly had never hurt him, or beat him, as Sirius' own father had done. He had tried to do everything opposite of his own family.

The distinguished House of Black, indeed, he snorted.

Watching Harry say his goodbye's to Remus, for a moment he was so heartbroken, he wasn't sure he could hide it.

One day, Harry was going to be an adult. Harry wouldn't need him anymore.

And one day, no matter all the training Sirius had given him, Harry could be hurt. Killed.

That bastard Voldemort would never get away with it, Sirius promised himself. He would die first before he let anything happen to Harry.


Seeing the glassy look in his godfather's eye, Harry wondered what Sirius was thinking about. Touching Sirius' arm, he said good night, though he doubted the man had even heard him.

Trudging down the hallway, he was excited at the knowledge he would still have a private tutor in addition to his normal classes. Though the work load would be almost unbearable at times, he knew that Remus Lupin was going to be wonderful.

Sirius had spoken highly of him many times. Enough times that Harry knew he would be a strong and formidable opponent.

It's not as if Dumbledore would be giving him lessons anytime soon. Harry knew being in Slytherin had done nothing for his reputation. But…Draco was in Slytherin. Draco was his first real friend in Britain…he couldn't imagine being in any other place.

Jerked roughly out of his thoughts, he found himself, ironically, once more pulled into a broom closet. But this time, he wasn't frightened.

This time…this time he knew exactly who was behind him.

"Draco," he breathed. "Why..." he cleared his throat. "Why did you pull me in here?" He didn't turn around. His back, pressed up against the body behind him, fit perfectly.

As if they had been made to fit together. As if they were the other part of the puzzle needed to be whole.

Thinking this frightened Harry.

So, instead of thinking this way, he turned around, reaching for Draco simultaneously. He pulled him closer, aware of the tension in the other boy's body. Draco tried to hold himself aloofly away.

"Is this what you want, Draco?" he asked roughly. "To hear me beg?"

Draco looked startled, but soon regained his snooty expression.

"No," he said, his face expressionless. "I wanted to know what you were doing near the tower of Gryffindor."

"It's not your business, Draco," Harry said, his green eyes focused on Draco's quicksilver ones. Harry was watching closely enough to see the flash of anger in the boy's eyes.

Anger…and possibly jealousy?

It intrigued him enough that he wanted to push the boy the limit. To make him wild, even if it was in anger.

"I was meeting someone," Harry said. "It doesn't concern you."

"You've been meeting a lot of people, haven't you, Harry?" Draco asked, his eyes as hard as flint and just as cold.

"Yes," Harry said honestly. A lot of people from Gryffindor seemed to have tried to contact him one way or another. Those girls, even Professor Lupin…

"I don't like it," Draco said coolly. "It makes me wonder if you're good enough to be in Slytherin."

"If I wasn't good enough for Slytherin, I'd have already babbled everything I'd done tonight," Harry returned sharply. "As it is…I don't ask you your secrets. You could have the same courtesy towards me."

Draco opened his mouth, hesitated, and closed it again. He nodded slowly in understanding.

"But I wasn't doing what you thought," Harry said huskily, unconsciously tugging the boy closer.

He couldn't seem to help himself. No matter what he promised to himself, he couldn't leave it alone. He had to touch Draco. He had to. It was as necessary as breathing.

Draco must have seen the desire in his eyes, because he shifted back, away from Harry's warmth pressed up against him. He seemed to have just realized how close they had become. During the heatedness of their conversation, they had almost pressed hip to chest. Certainly, there was very little personal space between them.

"Don't," Draco groaned. "Don't do this to me."

"I'm sorry," Harry said, "I really am. I can't help it."

And with that, Harry, thrusting his calloused fingers into the softness of Draco's blonde hair, pulled him closer.

Pulling their mouths together, Harry kissed him as he had dreamed of.


Draco wasn't sure exactly how it had happened. One moment he had been in the dungeons -- angry, pissed off, and scaring everyone in sight.

The next, he found himself in a bloody broom closet waiting to pounce on Harry once he had turned the corner.

And now he found himself pressed up against the only person he could truly call a friend, Harry's warm lips pressed heatedly against his own, and he was helpless.

A muffled moan slipped past lips that had parted for the tongue Harry had pressed insistently against his lips.

"That's right," Harry growled. "Open for me."

It was as if he were being plundered, Draco thought vaguely. He had no sense of time or even where they were…anyone could find them. Filch. Mrs. Norris. Scary.

But he couldn't resist the lure. He settled his hands on Harry's hips, to steady himself he thought, but then found his hands sliding, cupping the firm cheeks of Harry's buttocks, pulling him ever closer.

Harry seemed to go wild.

Arching against him, Harry tempted Draco's tongue to follow his back into his mouth, and Draco eagerly obeyed. He explored to warm cavern of Harry's mouth, tasting tea and biscuits, of the pudding they'd had at dinner, and of something so inherently Harry that he could hardly describe it.

It was too much. He tried to pull away.

But in arching his head away from Harry, he pressed their groins more firmly together.

They both froze. Harry, groaning, rested his warm forehead against Draco's.

"Look at what you do to me," he said, dazed. "We're in a broom closet necking, and I want nothing more than to-" he cut himself off.

He backed up, leaning against the door, avoiding Draco's eyes.

"I'm sorry. I can't seem to help myself when it comes to you."

"I…it's…" Draco trailed off, not knowing how to make things any less awkward. He tried valiantly instead to smooth his mussed hair down into some semblance of order.

How was he going to get out of here without ruining anything else, he despaired.


Harry was shaking. He felt numb except for the thick, pulsing ache between his legs. How was he going to get out of this one? What could he say to make it better?

He had already apologized. He realized it wasn't the way to get out of it.

What to do?

Was anger the answer? Or pretend it hadn't happened?

No, that would be worse. That would seem as if he had used the boy callously for his own pleasure.

Anything was better that hurting Draco.

So finally, he raised his eyes to meet the confused, embarrassed eyes of his dorm mate.

He said nothing, letting the other boy see everything. His lust was there, of course, but also his sorrow at making things so difficult for the boy. His desire to tell Draco every secret he possessed, but the realization that he could never do it – he had to protect Draco at all costs. His awkwardness. His fright.

It was probably the latter that finally made Draco relax. They were both afraid, after all. What would be said if it ever got out? Their lives would be miserable. There would be no end to the gossip, and Harry was sure he would have to kill someone if anyone said one wrong word about Draco.

It was safer to just ignore it. To pretend there was nothing between them. But how could he do that, when simply looking at the boy drove him mad?

"I don't know what to do," Draco whispered, his own eyes agonized and indecisive. "You…you confuse the bloody hell out of me."

A lump settled in Harry's throat. "Believe me," he croaked, "I feel exactly the same way. So what do we do now?"

They were both quiet for a long moment.

"Let's go back to our room," Draco finally said. "I need a shower…a cold one," he smirked.

Harry finally let out a real laugh. "I feel exactly the same way," he repeated.


Harry wasn't exactly sure how they made it back to the dungeons without mishap or capture (since it was past curfew by now).

So as he relaxed in the tubs, Skylar resting against his bare chest (apparently liking the water now that she wasn't being forced into it against her free will) he wondered what would happen now.

Would they still be friends in the morning?

There had been an awkward silence as they had stepped into the dorms. There had still been people up, studying, relaxing, and Harry felt as if they knew everything that had happened. But, it was past now. What's done was done.

No one would be stupid enough to approach him anyways. He could handle any and all comers who wanted to take issue with his friendship -- he winced at the inadequacy of the word -- with Draco.

"Well," he said to the little ferret dozing drowsily against him, "perhaps it'll look better tomorrow."

And with that, he got out of the warm tub, dried off, and collapsed into the bed. He didn't bother glancing towards the closed curtains of Draco's bed, knowing it was futile to even murmur a good night.



Liked it? Hated it? Hope it was okay…and worth the wait! If not, well, don't worry. More Harry/Draco groping is coming up. I'll endeavor to make it worth your while. Because, well, I want to see some boy/boy action soon, or we may all revolt.

Thanks for sticking with it! I'll be updating sooner now – no more year long waits! Haha.