Title: Potter? What are yo-?
Author: Alyssa Keserra
Rating: R (possibly... =S)
Summary: Remember this? What happens when you push the author for a sequel? *laughs* no. Well yes actually. Harry decides to find Malfoy after he notices he's not in Potions.
A/N: If you're wondering why this is an R... it's because I'm realising I'm going to have to follow this up... so you may think of this as part 2a) [=D] Review regardless please =)
"I wonder where Malfoy's gone?" Ron whispered leaning in towards him as they sat down in the Potions classroom, "He wasn't at breakfast either." Harry looked over at where his favourite fair-haired enemy usually sat to find that yes indeed, it was empty. With a quick glance around, he could see that Malfoy was the only missing Slytherin and he couldn't help but wonder what was wrong.
"I heard he's got a cold, I hope he's drowning in his own mucus somewhere!" Ron said gleefully rubbing his hand together and going slightly cross-eyed in his moment of bliss.
"Ron!" Hermione admonished, "stop it! Professor Snape will hear you!"
Harry phased out, his eyes focused on Malfoy's empty chair, the word 'cold' whirling around his brain. Cold equals sneezing right? And sneezing was cute when Malfoy was concerned. Cold means flushed cheeks and bright eyes right? And flushed cheeks with bright eyes Malfoy was hot. He felt a sharp nudge to the ribs and looked to see Ron looking at him nervously before his eyes turned to Professor Snape who was standing at the front of the class.
"Mister Potter," Snape sneered at him and Harry couldn't help noticing that his sneer was not nearly as good as Malfoy's which had a way of being so superior and yet absurdly attractive at the same time. So kissable, not that he wanted to kiss him or anything… once was enou-
"POTTER!" Snape sounded completely enraged now and Harry looked back up at him from where his gaze had fallen back to Malfoy's empty seat and wondered how long it'd be till he started frothing.
"Yes Professor?" he answered calmly turning huge green eyes on the Potions Master.
"Try to keep your mind under control Potter, you are in Potions, a place where your celebrity won't get you anywhere."
"Yes Professor," he sighed looking suitable abashed despite wondering what Snape would have thought if he knew where his mind had been before the question had been asked.
"I suggest you spend less time staring longingly at Mr. Malfoy's desk and more time studying your textbook."
The Slytherin half of the class erupted into sniggers of varying pitch, much to the chagrin of the Gryffindor half, points were not taken. The rest of the Potions lesson went much like the others with huge quantities of Gryffindor points lost, a blown up cauldron from Neville and very little learning on Harry Potter's part.
Pansy Parkinson didn't realise she was being followed by a boy in her year from Gryffindor hiding under an invisibility cloak when she went to collect her forgotten textbooks before Charms. However, being followed she was, and that too by a Potter on a mission who had decided to take the day off to see a certain nemesis of his after having an entire morning wasted thinking of said nemesis. Sneaking after her into the Slytherin common room, he stopped long enough to notice that it hadn't changed very much over time, before taking the opposite direction to Pansy towards what he could only assume was boy's dormitories.
Harry paused outside the row of doors to catch his breath seeing as he had managed to get up to the tower, change, find his invisibility cloak and leg it back down in time to catch Pansy going into the Slytherin Common Room in record time. Rueing the fact he had forgotten the Marauders Map and thus going to have to check each door. He struck gold at the sixth door where he could see a light glimmering from the furthest bed. Making his way closer, he could see Malfoy sitting on the bed propped up by about four pillows looking in the direction of the door with an adorably confused look on his face.
Pulling his cloak off and dropping it by the foot of the bed, he climbed on to the end and sat down cross-legged opposite the blonde.
"Alright, Malfoy?" he asked, nodding slightly at the wide-eyed boy who was looking at him with a creased brow, flushed cheeks and slightly pink nose. With a loud huff, Draco collapsed back on to the bed and pulled one of the pillows out from underneath his head to put over it, muttering unintelligibly all the while. After a few moments of this, Harry decided to intrude, "Uh… Malfoy, careful you don't want to suffocate."
Almost immediately, the pillow was moved from his face to his lap and he jerked upright to look at Harry, only to suddenly clutch his head with what Harry could only assume was head rush and look blankly at the wall just behind him. After some moaning and head pressing, Malfoy turned back to Harry with an annoyed look, "What are you doing here?"
"I just came to check up on you!" Harry protested innocently
"Ntsch." Malfoy eyes screwed up and the world around him seemed to buzz slightly, but even he couldn't mistake Harry's sharp intake of breath at his sneeze. He opened his eyes warily to find Harry staring at him with misty eyes.
"Pervert!" he exclaimed pouting despite secretly being exceptionally glad he wasn't alone.
"I'm not!!!!" Harry replied, the misty look replaced with one of righteousness that grated angrily at Draco's nerves.
"Whatever, Potter," he replied dismissively looking sulkily at his bedside table as he remembered their last encounter a few weeks back due to Potter's 'perverted' side that preyed on rich blonde sneezing pure-bloods named Draco Malfoy. Unfortunately it hadn't gotten past some fumbled kissing due to the fact that Professor McGonagall had walked in and given them both detentions thinking they'd been fighting and with neither of them willing to say they hadn't been, detentions it had been.
"Say Potter," he said turning and deciding to strike up a conversation.
"Yes!" Harry replied hurriedly a flush colouring his cheeks making Draco wonder what he'd been thinking about.
"Why are you still here?"
Harry looked momentarily hurt before he grinned happily and pulled a book out of his small rucksack, "I brought you a book," he said ignoring the last comment happily.
"You brought me a book?" Draco asked in a dead tone, "Do you think I don't have books? If I wanted a book, wouldn't I have asked for a book? If I could read, don't you think I'd be READING NOW?" Draco flopped back again trying to prevent himself hyperventilating and dying.
"You can't read?" came Harry's calm voice.
"AAAAaaaargh, Potter you idiot!!! Of course I can read, just not right now, when my concentration span is 20 seconds and my eyes can't focus and my skin is boiling and I ache and I'm having slight breathing troubles."
"Oh… right!" Harry replied sounding slightly sheepish and fingering the book cover in his hands.
"What is it anyway?"
"Just some mugg-"
"MUGGLE! Its muggle! No wonder I'm ill! Get it out of here!"
"Calm down Malfoy, you were sick before it came in here."
"Oh Merlin!" Draco groaned heavily, "It's you, I knew kissing you was a bad idea and now I'm dying because of it."
"Kissing me was not a bad idea and you're not dying."
They both stopped suddenly as a reaction to the first part of Harry's reply and the tension in the room rocketed as they both began fiddling and looking evasively around the room.
"So, why did you bring me a muggle book?" Draco asked bravely breaking the silence
"Oh! The boy in it reminds me of you!"
"Oh really? I suppose he's tall, blonde, pure-blooded and absolutely gorgeous is he?"
"Uh, well no… he's obnoxious, mean and rude. But clever!" Harry added hastily seeing the look on Malfoy's face, "He's clever and manipulative and in the end he's got his priorities straight."
"He dies doesn't he?"
"Typical," Malfoy said with a sigh pulling himself upright and sipping from a glass of water. Harry couldn't help but watch as Malfoy's throat tighten and stretched with the swallowing of water and suddenly all he wanted to do was lick the smooth pale skin.
"Potter? Uh… Potter?" he was broken out of his reverie by Malfoy's voice from a bit closer than he was expecting. He looked towards the voice only to find it only an upwards head tilt away. How had he-?
"I…uh." Harry watched as a flicker of Malfoy's tongue wet his lips slightly as the boy broke off his sentence, but then turned back down to his neck and tentatively pressed his tongue against the side and licked a stripe upwards. He heard Malfoy's breath hitch slightly before a soft palm covered his mouth.
"I… uh… I'm sick, you shouldn't and you were at the end of the bed and then you're here. On me. And I-" Harry looked up again, Malfoy was obviously slightly out of it and his unfocused eyes were now looking at the ceiling having completely forgotten Harry's presence. Twenty second concentration span indeed!
Draco jumped slightly and looked at Harry in surprise, "Potter? What are yo-"
Draco opened his mouth immediately as Harry's closed over his blocking off the unintelligent sentence he was about to say. He felt a stray hand stroking gently at his burning cheek, pushing away stray strands of blonde hair from his face as it was tilted slightly and Harry's tongue licked generously at the inside of his mouth. He found himself loosing his limited thinking ability as Harry bestowed soft kisses across his face and down his neck, strong hands sliding down his arms, fingers drawing slow circles over him.
Feeling Harry pull away slightly, he slipped his arm around his neck hoping to pull him back down but failing miserably due to his lack of strength.
"We shouldn't, you're unwell," Harry muttered quietly unhooking Draco's arm from his neck.
"Yes we should!" Draco replied stretching out and tipping his head up slightly, unknowingly exposing his neck for Harry again. And there it was again, the hot tongue running across his skin making him shudder slightly and run his hands down Harry's torso looking for some bare skin. Arching upwards slightly, he caught the edge of Harry's jumper and pulled it off with some help from Harry who shivered as the cold dungeon air hit his bare skin where the t-shirt was rucking up.
"We shou-" Draco cut him off by lifting his head just enough to catch his mouth in a quick kiss meant to draw him lower so Draco wouldn't have to strain.
"Draco?" Pansy's voice came from behind the door, "I'm coming in."
Both boys stopped kissing immediately, horrified eyes turning towards the door in horror as it creaked open slowly.