Chapter Thirteen - Oh, Crabbe

This chapter goes to my two, very close friends Cassie and Young Jesus. Love you guys so much. ❤️

[ Pretend this photo takes place in the Slytherin Dorm ]

"Mr. Potter, I suggest if you want to pass your classes, you should pay attention!"

Harry immediately broke from thought. He couldn't stop thinking about what Luna had been saying. Rubbing his eyes beneath his glasses, he took in a deep breath and his vision adjusted on Professor McGonagall.

"E-Erh.. Sorry, Professor.." He mumbled, ignoring the stares from everyone. He was in class with the HufflePuffs, and he knew he had Quidditch next.

Finishing off his essay, he gathered his things and started down the hall with Ron.

"You seem a bit.. Out of it today. Are you alright, mate?" Ron asked, and Harry didn't answer for a second. Was he alright? He didn't know. He couldn't get Draco off his mind, he couldn't pull him out of his brain. He would use a memory wipe, but he didn't know how to control it and how strong it was.

Shaking his head, Harry let out an exhale of breath, fixing his glasses on the bridge of his pointed noise. "I don't know. Yeah, I'm fine. I'll be fine. Come on, we're going to be late for Quidditch." Harry murmured, fixing his bag on his shoulder and heading straight for the fields.

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"Well, don't just stand there, Gregory! No, Fred — George — Erh-.. Weasley! Put that down right now, his - MR. ZABINI THAT IS NOT A TOY! " The Quidditch teacher's voice rang throughout the grass of the fields, the Gryffindors and Slytherins lining up to get ready for practice.

"I'm telling you," Fred started, clearly bragging about a kid he had just messed with, "This kid had it coming. He spilled ink on my favorite shirt yesterday."

"Fred.." Harry heard Ron speak, "He was only a second year. And we have ten of the same shirts. All of them are white."

Harry surpassed a chuckle to himself, but blanked out of the conversation when he spotted Draco chatting with his two goons across the field.

About a minute later, the high-pitched whistle blared, and the next thing Harry knew, everyone was getting ready and mounting their brooms. Sighing softly, Harry mounted his own, and flew to his position as Seeker. He was tired, exhausted, and overwhelmed by pretty much everything. School. Work. Friends. Draco. Mostly Draco.

Sucking in a large amount of breath, Harry gripped his broom tight as the snitch flew out of sight.

—

Things were easily getting rough. Clouds swarmed and hovered, blocking the daylight. The snitch was no where to be seen, chasers were shoving each other, and blunders were causing several bloody noses now.

And then a flick of golden white caused Harry's eyes to go haywire. He spotted the snitch hovering, it's flings rapidly beating as it flew just beneath a lick of fog. Immediately diving for the snitch, Harry had his hand outstretched for when he was close enough. And yet, of course, Draco got the same idea. He followed after Harry, his hand gripping the wood of the broom until they were both eye level.

The next thing Harry knew, he heart a crack of thunder, and a bolt of lightning hit right into the hair of his broom.

Smash.

Harry fell right into Draco, their brooms falling down just as quickly as their hair was blowing as they fell. An enormous smack came across Harry once his stomach connected with the ground, his wrist making an unusual, almost abnormal cracking sound, and pain immediately shot up his arm. The same happened to Draco, instead it was his leg.

"That's it! Both of you to the infirmary, right now." Madame Hooch, the Quidditch teacher, yanked both of the boys onto their feet, "Go, before you break anything else. " she huffed, and the two immediately started off away from the field, Draco limping as they did so.

Harry stayed quiet the entire way through. It was .. so awkward, Harry just couldn't find his words. And finally, the silence was broken.

"Close catch there, huh?"

"What?"

Draco had said something to Harry, and it took him a minute to comprehend until he realized. "Oh.. Right.." Harry mumbled.

"Any higher we would have gotten ourselves killed.." Draco stated, shrugging it off like it was no big deal.

"Mhm.."

"Hey, listen.." Draco started, his eyes flicking over to Harry now. Harry didn't look back. "Slytherin dorm. Tonight. I'll sneak you in and we can talk."

"I don't really want to — "

"Let me rephrase, that. Potter, Slytherins dorm, tonight, before curfew. I'm sneaking you in. We're going to talk." Draco said.

And so Harry stayed quiet again. It was like that up until they had reached the hospital wing.

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The Hospital Wing was just as awkward as the walk to the wing itself. Draco kept giving Harry a look, almost deceiving.. No.. Almost convincing. It was like Draco was desperate for Harry to come before curfew.

And so he did.

The Invisibility Cloak draped over himself, he tilted himself against the wall, his eyes looking around cautiously, and almost tiredly.

"I was beginning to think you were going to show up," Draco stated, raising a brow. Harry pulled off the invisibility cloak, seeing that Draco had come right through the door of the Slytherin common room.

"How did you know I was there?"

"I didn't. That would have been really embarrassing if you weren't." Draco stated, a smirk tugging at his lips.

"Right.. So about your father — "

"No.. No, I don't want to talk about him yet. Come on, no one's up. Let's go to my dorm. Crabbe and Goyle are Merlin knows where." Draco explained, and Harry nodded, following in after him to the large green living room area.

Draco led him into his common room, the dungeon walls of the Slytherin area giving off a cool affect to the room. Like the stone walls were an always - existent ice cub.

"So, what did you want to — " Harry was going to start, until suddenly he felt Draco's lips on his own.

His made an almost yelp of surprise, before squeezing his eyes shut, placing himself on his tippy toes and wrapping his arms around Draco's neck. A light flush crept onto his cheeks, and suddenly, he felt himself being pushed down onto the bed. Draco's hands fumbling for Harry's face, he gripped his glasses and tossed them aside.

Suddenly he felt Draco's hands tugging off his robes, and then pulling up his white shirt, only to reveal Harry's thin, almost fragile-looking stomach. Both of the boys were fairly thin anyways, and Harry didn't know why this was coming to mind now.

Chills were immediately sent throughout his body, goosebumps forming on the surface of his arms as Draco's hand ran across the skin of his stomach. He felt his tie being undone, their lips departing for just a second, before Draco went back in, his lips parting to deepen the lovely kiss the two shared.

That's when Draco started to undo his belt. Harry watched carefully, the belt being pulled out of its loop. But, before anything else was to happen, the door swung open, Crabbe's fat, melon-like head staring at them with shock.

Draco's eyes drifted over, and his eyes widened.

"Oh, Crabbe." Draco started, fury in your eyes, "You piece of crap."