First of all, I would like to apologise to MidnightSky101, I am being truly honest when I said that I had never read Merlin's Punishment before submitting Know your place, Harry.
I sincerely hope you forgive me in this mishap.
The story has been deleted and anyone who decides to give me shit about that PAST incident, I will pour ice cold water on your flames and eat them for breakfast.
That's the end of THAT story, now let's get going on this one.
Oh and the characters belongs to J.K Rowling and I went through several author's stories and favourites to see that there isn't a story like this. I still find it hard believe that I went through all that trouble but as you can see, I'm paranoid.
If you don't like gay couples or are planning on giving me shit about above incident, LEAVE NOW.
"I'm bored." The green eyed Gryffindor drawled.
"Don't drawl like that Harry," Hermione said hastily, "You sound like Draco Malfoy."
"Yes, you've told me."
"If you're so bored, then why don't you do your homework?"
"Harry! Find something to do then! Go flying!"
"Too tired, I'm bored."
"Same here." A sleepy voice piped up.
The Golden Trio were lounging in the crowded common room one lazy Saturday afternoon. Harry and Ron were fast falling asleep even though it was only 7:30. Hermione was, once again, doing her homework with surplus amounts.
"Hermione," Ron whined, "I'm-"
"Say it and I swear, Ron Bilius Weasley, you will be living a life deprived from orgasmic pleasure."
"You can't do that!"
"One little reducto is all it will take."
"But you can't get rid of Mistress Alexia!"
"Holy Merlin," Harry sat up with his eyes wide, "You named it?"
"Don't be daft Harry," Ron replied, "My not-so-little treasure is not an it; it's a she!"
"I'm not going to dignify that statement with a comment."
"Oh don't tell me you didn't name yours, Harry?" A booming voice laced with a thick Irish accent wafted down the stairs.
"Why am I going to dread the next thing that's going to come out of your mouth?"
"I wasn't going to say anything! We, including Madame Morgana," Harry groaned and stuffed his face into a pillow (most likely in an attempt to suffocate himself), "are going to play a little game with the snakes. Plan on joining?"
The rivalry between Gryffindor and Slytherin was decreased rapidly when Seamus and Blaise started going out. Of course, it was unaccepted at first by many people, but once the famous Harry Potter declared acceptance, the rest of the school followed. It was soon discovered that the twelve students all had something in common.
They hated the Dark Lord
They were all bi
At one point different people were attracted to others in the group
They all thought that Snape needed to get laid
They all thought that Remus needed to get some
It was a mutual decision to lock the two professors in the Headmistress' (McGonagall) office
The Gryffindors, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Seamus, Dean and Ginny were much closer to the Slytherins, Draco, Pansy, Blaise, Theo, Crabbe and Goyle. The first name basis didn't apply for the last two, seeing as they both hated their names.
"Yeah, alright," Harry said enthusiastically, "beats staying around bored shitless for the whole night."
"Oh come off it Harry," Ginny said, "We all know you only want to get Draco stinking drunk."
The raven haired boy rolled his eyes and the five other students laughed at his expense.
~Flashback~ (for those lacking imagination)
Harry was sitting on the roof of the Astronomy Tower, staring at the star lit sky. It was never like this in the Muggle world, with electricity and light pollution, so the Golden Boy took every opportunity to sneak out of the dorm and lose himself in the sky.
He loved the way various stars twinkled and shone, whilst others stayed quiet in the background, knowing that the scene of perfection wouldn't be the same if they weren't there. A shooting star flashed across his view, and Harry closed his eyes and wished. Of course he didn't believe in the Muggle superstition, but it was nice to pretend once in a while.
Dudley reminded him of all of these, asking if they were true at Hogwarts. The youngest Dursley had befriended Harry after Vernon decided to take his drunken anger out on his son. Crying, Dudley fled to his room, where Harry sympathetically helped him with his wounds. Aunt Petunia treated him much better after that incident. Since then, Hedwig had been flying back and forth from Wizarding World to Muggle World with letters about life and questions about magic. Even Harry's aunt had taken a small interest in it.
And that's why Harry came out at night to stare when everyone else slept peacefully. It truly surprised Harry when Dudley asked him about what the sky was like at Hogwarts. Harry told him what he saw and the chubby boy was mesmerised. "No one can see them like you do Harry." He had said.
Even though said Slytherins didn't want to be part of the Death Eaters, the rivalry between Harry and Draco was too traditional to give up on. Their whole lives were changing, and neither of them cared about pointless bantering anymore, but it was the only thing that stayed the same since they were scared, small, inexperienced eleven year olds. And they weren't prepared to give up the last string of their old lives. Until tonight.
So the gay Saviour was currently lying on the tiled roof, thinking about the two's previous banter that occurred during the corridors today. Most of it was just witty banter, attacking really meaningless things. It was all humour really, and even the teachers would understand when they saw the two seventeen year olds. So much had changed. No one dared to venture through the dangerous place of Voldemort, the Malfoys, the Potters or anything with the war. Dangerous place was more of a minefield.
'What was the fight about again?' Harry thought, 'Oh yeah, I made a remark about seeing Snape in a pink ballerina suit and Malfoy said something about me having demented fantasies.'
"Where are we going with these things?" Harry asked into the cold air.
"Really wouldn't know Potter. Our arguments used to be so...interesting. But now they're just retarded and meaningless. I saw we call a truce." A smooth voice drawled.
"What? So you can push me off the edge the moment I stand up?" Harry sat up, trying to control his breath after the Slytherin snuck up on him.
"I'm being serious Pothead. Granger, Weasley and the rest of your groupies are fine with the Slytherins, especially after the Finnegan/Blaise thing. Why not us?"
"I guess you're all I have left in my old life. Quite pathetic when I think about it. If you're all that hasn't changed, I might as well throw my old life out the window and call it a lost cause."
"How touching. I knew Gryffindors were always good with words."
"That's not all we're good with." Harry purred, wagging his eyebrows.
Draco cleared his throat awfully loudly, his eyes widening in lust. "How Slytherin of you Potter," he said after a while of picturing Snape in a pink ballerina suit to keep his arousal down. He wasn't normally attracted to the Gryffindor, but it had to do with the moon. It shone on the Golden Boy's tanned skin, highlighting his bright green eyes and shone light on his unruly black hair. Harry's tight clothes weren't helping much either.
"I'm more Slytherin than you think Malfoy."
"See what our arguments have been reduced to?" Draco sighed and sat next to Harry, who continued to stare at the sky cautiously, "I'm not going to push you off the edge Potter." He added after a while.
"Can't be too careful Draco."
"You called me Draco..."
"Of course, that is your name, is it not Drakie-poo?"
"Call me that again and I will push you off the edge."
Harry pouted, "Oh you're no fun."
"There's no use for the truce anyway. It's not like we're enemies anymore."
"What? We'll always be enemies; it's in our blood to hate each other."
Draco scoffed sarcastically, "Yes, and it's in Sev's blood to run around commando."
"Do not ever say the words Snape and commando in the same sentence ever again if you want me to retain my sanity."
"I hate to admit it, but I'm afraid you're right."
"Why do you sound so surprised?"
The two boys soon continued to chat aimlessly and although the six years of torment and rivalry would never leave the past, they would always have that one night. That one night on the Astronomy Tower, under the star filled sky, with each other, the seemingly endless tradition of hatred seem to melt away before their eyes.
Harry Potter stood glaring at the contents of his wardrobe. He, after much pester and persuading from Hermione and Seamus, had a makeover. He no longer wore his large bottle beer glasses, after having a tricky spell placed by Hermione to permanently repair his eyesight. The clothes in his wardrobe no longer consisted of Dudley's hand-me-downs, but of tight fitting clothes (including all famed skinny leg black jeans) that showed off his perfect form. He trusted his friends at first, but now he was seriously starting to regret it.
"Dean, what the hell have you people done to my trunk?"
"We improved it by massive amounts my dear boy. Now put some clothes on and let's go. Unless you want to go stark naked, that's fine with me. As long Filch doesn't catch you. Actually," the dark skinned boy looked Harry up and down, "I don't think he would mind."
"Bloody hell! If you say that one more time, I swear to Merlin that I'll, umm, I. Will. Do, um-"
"You will try to woo Filch? Harry, that's revolting!"
"No you git. I'll hex your stash of lube into oblivion."
"You wouldn't dare."
"No you wouldn't!"
"Shouldn't you be more defensive about your 'precious' stash of lube? Because when I'm done, you'll be running off to Snape for some substitutes."
After throwing Dean out of the dormitory, Harry reached in and grabbed whatever he could find, which turned out to be baggy black pants with lots of pockets and red zips and a simple deep emerald green button up shirt.
He had to admit. Hermione and Ginny knew what they were doing.
Ron Weasley was paced a numerous amount of times in front of a cold stone wall until the door to the Room of Requirement opened up. Locking the door, they saw that inside were the soon-getting-impatient Slytherins.
"About time you Gryffindorks showed up." Pansy greeted, a teasing smile etched on her face.
"Don't be so impatient Slythergit." Dean piped up happily.
Seamus ran over to Blaise and planted himself right onto the Italian's lap.
"You're not going to be leaving that position for the rest of the night, am I correct?" Goyle asked. Seamus grinned in response.
"So," Crabbe said, his eyes bright, "What do we plan on doing tonight?"
The students opened their bottles of Firewhisky and Butterbeer. "What about a game?" Harry suggested.
"Genius Harry." Ron said sarcastically.
"Truth or Dare?"
"Two truths, one lie?"
"How about 'I never...'"
"I like 'I never...'" Seamus said, "Votes for 'I never...'?"
Everyone agreed quickly, pouring shots of various alcohols found around the room. "Alright," Ginny said, "Who goes first?"
"Let's start with something innocent, shall we?" Theo suggested, "I've never, hmm, snuck into Snape's private storerooms."
"I don't think anyone would have the balls to do that." Draco reasoned, "I mean, who knows what he could be hiding in there!"
Remembering from their second year, Hermione raised her glass in a silent toast, and then sculled down the contents. "You wouldn't want to go in there. Ever. Half of it is covered in different flavours of lube."
"You snuck into the storerooms?" Ginny gaped.
Hermione nodded, "Second year."
"Hermione," Crabbe said, "In our second year, we were twelve-"
"You're a genius Crabbe." Blaise muttered.
Crabbe shot a mock glare at him and continued, "We were twelve. How did you know what lube even was?"
The brunette blushed and looked at Ron and Harry, "The ingredients weren't the only things I snatched."
"You kept Snape's lube?" Pansy asked, "That's disgusting!"
"I just wanted to know what it was. Then Ron found it in our fifth year and I realised what it was."
"I wonder if he still has them." Harry asked
"Wouldn't think so," Ron said, "Not with Remus around anyway."
"Argh!" Theo said, "Not something I needed to hear!"
"Ew," Ginny agreed, "Snape's sex life is OUT of the question people!"
"Alright, Alright," Seamus said, "Who's next?"
"I am!" Crabbe squealed, much to the surprise of everyone.
"Mate, squealing?" Ron said, "You've been hanging around Pansy too much."
"Have not!" Crabbe placed his hands on his hips in a very feminine manner. They, not being able to hold it in any longer, burst into laughter. "We need to get guys drinking here. So I'll say I've never had a wet dream about Harry."
Hermione and Ginny sighed in relief, seeing as Crabbe said 'wet' not 'arousing'. And girls didn't exactly get 'wet dreams'. They grinned at the Slytherin, who winked back. Damn cunning snakes.
"Damn Slytherin." Dean muttered and downed his shot. Theo did the same. Everyone turned to look at Draco. "We're not doing, the number of shots to the number of dreams are we?" the blonde asked.
"No Draco Darling," Pansy laughed, "Otherwise you'll be drinking for the rest of the night."
Draco mock snarled (which failed when he started laughing) and downed his shot. Harry, on the other hand, was trying (and failing) to hide behind Ron.
Theo caught Hermione's eye and winked. She grinned back in response and held a thumbs up sign to Seamus and Blaise, who understood immediately. The four of them had made a promise to get Harry and Draco so stinking drunk that they would reveal all their hidden desires about each other. The 'I never...' game worked as well.
Unfortunately, some Gryffindors have a Slytherin side (besides Harry), and Slytherins were just plain sneaky, so Dean, Ginny and Pansy figured the promise out and were more than happy to partake in fulfilling it. Ron was just oblivious and Crabbe and Goyle weren't exactly the brightest stars in the sky.
"My turn," Seamus exclaimed, with a smirk forming on his face, "I never had any major arousing thoughts about Draco during Potions class."
The Irishman narrowed it down so much that he knew only Harry would be drinking to that. The green eyed boy eyed Seamus suspiciously, who just blinked innocently, and said, "Here's to Draco's obvious good looks above the cauldron." Before downing the contents.
"Bet you the cauldron wasn't the only thing you wanted him above Harry," Ron laughed, "there was also a matter about a different type of wand."
Draco stared at him with wild disbelief before blushing furiously. Harry was faring no better. Green met grey and Harry smiled shyly, followed by a seductive grin from Draco. And a pale tongue licking his lips. Shit.
"More like a wand turned broomstick!" Blaise laughed even louder.
Unable to contain his embarrassment, Harry groaned before taking a glimpse at Draco's dreamy lopsided grin. The Golden Boy hid his blushing face in his hands and muttered, "Fuck my life."
A/N: And that, everybody, is chapter one.
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