Sex Magic DRARRY

Chapter 9

"So, everything's all right, then?"

To the casual observer, Ron Weasley, out on his nightly rounds of the fifth floor's deserted halls, would appear to be speaking to thin air. And if two sets of footsteps sounded in the quiet of the sleeping school, it could be put down to echoes within the drafty corridors.

"Not everything, no," said Harry, his head bowed beneath the fabric of his Invisibility Cloak. "I mean, I'm still snogging Malfoy, aren't I? Andenjoying it. But between us? Yeah."

"Good," Ron sighed with relief. "Is there anything I can help with? Not that I want to hear about what you and Malfoy get up to, mind you..."

"No, Ron." Harry shook his head and the air rippled with the shifting fabric. "I've got to figure this out on my own."

"All right, then."

They came to a cross in the corridor and Ron paused. "You coming?"

"No, I think I'd like to walk on my own for a little while. You mind?"

"Nah," Ron smiled. "See you back at Gryffindor?"

"Sure," Harry nodded, even though he knew Ron couldn't see.

With a wave, Ron departed, choosing the hallway to their left. Harry glanced between the remaining two, and started down the one leading to the stairs. He supposed that mindlessly browsing the armor gallery might help him to think.

Taking the stairs in a slow, loping gait, Harry thought about his current situation. He'd pretty much come to terms with the fact that kissing Malfoy was rather pleasant. He'd also decided that whatever questions that raised about his sexuality could wait until after the sociopath who wanted to kill him had been dealt with.

But there still remained the issue that Harry was a virgin, and he wasn't certain that he wanted his first sexual experience to be with someone he didn't even like. Not that he had a choice, he reminded himself bitterly.

Left to his resentful thoughts, Harry didn't notice the figure rounding the doorway of the trophy room until it was too late. He collided with something hard and pointy and it squawked. 

Harry stumbled back a few steps and looked up to see Draco Malfoy standing a few feet in front of him, dazed and rubbing his rapidly swelling nose. He raised his wand and waved it about defensively, his eyes suspicious and a little scared.

"Who's there?" he demanded, as though he expected an answer.

Harry smirked behind his cloak, remembering their Third Year, when he'd frightened the piss out of Malfoy in a situation much like this one. Intending to simply step around the other boy and continue with his walk, he was surprised when Malfoy followed the sound of movement and shouted, "Accio wand!"

Harry gasped as his wand flew from his pocket and the momentum behind it carried the cloak with it. Both objects flew smoothly into Malfoy's outstretched hand. Caught fair and square, he shoved his hands into his pockets and waited for Malfoy to start talking, which would undoubtedly be soon.

"So, Potter," Malfoy drawled, wrapping the fabric of Harry's cloak around the fingers of his left hand. He tucked Harry's wand into the side of his trousers, while keeping his own wand trained on Harry himself. "Out after hours? And caught with a forbidden magical object, no less. Perhaps I should inform Mr. Filch?"

"Give me back my cloak, Malfoy." Harry said tightly. The sight of such a cherished object in Malfoy's hands sent an uncomfortable skitter though his stomach. 

"Oh, I don't think so." Draco smirked. "You know, I've always wanted an Invisibility Cloak. I think I'll just take yours."

"Give it back, Malfoy." Harry took a threatening step forward, and drew up short when Draco pointed his wand at his chin.