Opposites - a Drarry Story

Opposites- Ch. 15

Harry slept in late the next day and woke up to a silent and empty dormitory.

Everyone's at Hogsmeade, no doubt.

Harry opened the lid of his trunk and fished through the robes, quills, school books and other miscellaneous items for his stash of food, and had a chocolate frog and a few pumpkin pasties for breakfast.

Walking through the common room, he found it to be mostly deserted. Of course, it was no surprise, being the first Hogsmeade weekend of the school year, but Harry was reveling in the peace and quiet as he climbed through the portrait hole and into the nearly deserted corridor.

Just as he was considering making a trip to see Hagrid, Harry collided with someone, and heavy, bound books crashed to the ground and slid across the stone floor.

"Ow." Draco said, and Harry's heart lurched oddly.

"Lemme help you with that," Harry muttered awkwardly, and pulled the blond boy to his feet while gathering up some of the books that were sprawled across the stones.

"Thanks," Draco said, as Harry placed the stack of books into his arms.

"Don't mention it." Harry responded, wiping his mildly sweaty palms on his robe. "Doing some... light reading?"

"Oh... Yeah." Draco said, looking down at his cargo almost bashfully. "Exams, you know..."

Harry nodded.

"I was just taking these back to my dormitory," Draco began. "D'you want to..."

"Come with you?" Harry inquired. "To the Slytherin commons? I'm not sure I should..."

"Everyone's at Hogsmeade! There's no body there, I promise." Draco assured. "It'll be completely empty."

"If you're sure." Harry said with a shrug, concealing his elatement from Draco's offer.

When they reached the door to the Slytherin dungeons, Draco stopped for the password.

"Gillyweed," Draco said quietly, and the heavy dark door swung open.

It had been years since Harry had seen the Slytherin common room, and it was darker than be remembered, and certainly not quite as cozy as the Gryffindor commons. Hanging lamps produced a greenish glow over the rough stones of the walls and ceiling, and the elaborately carved mantle of the fireplace boasted several green and silver tapestries; which were all no doubt from noble origin.

Draco was right, the vast dungeon was deserted.

"I'll just take these up to the dorm." Draco said. "You can just sit here, if you want..."

Harry sat down on one of the emerald armchair, which had a velvet drapery emblazoned with a silver embroidery of a serpent. The chair was narrow and high backed, and much firmer than the squashy Gryffindor armchairs.

Draco returned without the books, and sat facing Harry on a chair across from him.

"Why didn't you go to Hogsmeade this weekend?" Harry inquired of Draco, who cocked a blonde eyebrow.

"You know why I didn't go. I have no one to go with. Its normal to be alone in the library, or in my bed. It'd be a bit depressing to go shopping and eating around at Hogsmeade all by yourself, don't you think?"

"Yeah." Harry nodded.

"Why didn't you go? With Weasley and the Granger mudblood?"

Immediately, a look of recognition at what he'd just said to Harry fell over Draco's face.

"I- I'm sorry, Harry..." Draco exclaimed. "It came out... I didn't mean..."

"It's okay," Harry said, unclenching his fist and taking a deep breath. He knew he should've expected it, and that Draco was still the same person he'd always been, but he despised hearing people using the insult so casually; and this was his first time hearing it after the war.

"Old habits die hard, I guess." Draco said solemnly, looking down at his lap.

Harry nodded.

Draco fiddled awkwardly with the hem of his robe.

"Look Harry, I'm trying. I really am. I... I'm not the same person I used to be. At least, I like to think I'm not. It's hard, you know... Attempting to reverse all the things you've been raised, taught, programmed, to be. I'm just trying to figure out who I really am."

"Not who everyone else thinks you are." Harry finished. If anyone understood what that was like, it was him.

"I hope you can forgive me, really." Draco said. "Not just for this but... For everything?"

Harry sighed. "You don't have to keep begging for my forgiveness, because you already have it. I don't know how else to help you understand that besides what I've already done."

Draco cracked a misplaced smile.

"I can think of a few ways."

Smirking, the two boys coyly moved towards each other, meeting halfway, Draco grabbing Harry's hands and pinning them against the high back of the chair as they collapsed into it.

Harry could see the dilated pupils of Draco's grey eyes, irises staring into Harry's like two silvery moons.

The pale boy's lips brushed lightly over Harry's nose and the top of his mouth, until finally meeting his.

Draco licked lightly at the tip of Harry's tongue and Harry responded by leaning forward, desperate for a deeper kiss, but Draco pulled back. He smirked, teasing Harry relentlessly, with Harry still pinned against the chair helplessly.

"I want you to ask for it." Draco said slyly. "I want you to ask me to kiss you."

"Please," Harry whispered. "Kiss me,"

"What's my name?" Draco taunted, edging so close to Harry that their noses almost touched.

"Draco," Harry breathed. "Please kiss me, Draco."

So they did, fiercely and passionately, Draco released Harry's hands and plunged them into the messy black locks of his hair and tugged lightly. Harry moaned at the sensation and lifted his hands to Draco's waist.

Draco's knees were situated on either side of Harry's hips, arms around his head and long fingers tangled in Harry's raven strands. Harry began to kiss down Draco's pale neck, exploring his shoulders, collarbones and chest with his mouth.

Draco moaned Harry's name between heavy breaths, and bit his lip as Harry returned the favor.

And then, Draco froze.

Looking up the see what was the matter, Harry followed Draco's eyes to the entrance to the common room.

The dungeon door was standing wide open, with a wide eyed, highly shocked looking first or second year girl standing in the doorway, her arms full of boxes of quills. Her mouth was hanging open as was Draco's, and neither him nor Harry could find the will to do anything in the stricken moment.

Then suddenly, the girl spun on her heel and dashed back up the stairs, dropping all her quills, which clattered across the floor.

Neither of them knew what to say. They'd had a few close calls, but this was different- they had just been caught.

Draco stood to his feet and ran a hand through his blond hair as panic began to set in in Harry.

What were they going to do? Who's going to find out? Who already knows? She must be telling everyone right now...

Draco grabbed Harry's hand and pulled him to his feet, then started leading him by his hand somewhere.

"Come on," Draco said quietly. "We can't do this here."