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Payback

Harry watched worriedly as Hermione bent over her cauldron and added another ingredient.
‘are you sure you want to do this?’ Harry asked her uneasily. He knew she was still pissed from when Ron had cheated off her in a test but this…
‘Yes. Ron must PAY!’ Hermione looked up, half-crazed, at her raven haired friend. Harry didn’t know exactly what she was planning but, knowing Hermione, it wasn’t going to be good for Ron’s mental health. All he knew was that it involved Polyjuice potion and Draco Malfoy. He kept watching her totter around, muttering to herself, until the bell rang and he left for his class.

ooOOoo


Ron was pissed. It was his birthday for heaven’s sake! He should NOT have to get up before noon at least! The only incentive was that he got to go to the quidditch world cup later that holiday. He grumbled as he pulled himself out of bed, got dressed, and trotted down the stairs to the expected surprise party.

ooOOoo


Hermione grinned evilly as she waited for the Polyjuice to take effect. Her skin trembled with the effect and she nearly threw up but her plan was so worth it. She and harry were joining the Weasly’s at the burrow for Ron’s birthday and she decided it was the perfect time to get him back. She felt the nauseousness fade and she held up her fingers. Instead of her own digits they were long, slender and pale, Hermione smiled to herself. She turned to the mirror and smirked at her reflection, and Draco Malfoy smirked back. She turned to see Harry shake his head and she smirked again.
‘Potter!’ She grinned at him when he looked up confusedly.
‘When Ron comes into the room I am going to kiss you okay?’ She whispered in his ear. He looked at her incredulously but then swallowed and nodded, his pride taking over. He closed his eyes and mentally reminded himself to apologise to Ron after this. His redhead friend was about to get the shock of his life.

ooOOoo


Ron was still muttering to himself as he stalked into the living room of the burrow.
‘Can someone please tell me why- Ron stopped and felt his whole body go numb. Right in front of him, in the middle of the room, Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter were snogging. His eyes bulged as Harry wound his hand up Draco’s shirt; and Ron hit the floor, unconscious, before he saw anymore.

ooOOoo


Harry steeled himself as Draco/Hermione raised his/her lips to his and was surprised when he felt his body relax. It felt…nice. Harry closed his eyes and fell into the kiss, winding his hands around the pale boy’s waist. His hands were moving up the other’s shirt when he heard Ron fall to the floor unconscious. Hermione/Draco pushed Harry away forcefully saying quietly, ‘Jeez harry what did Ron do to you?’ Harry couldn’t reply and was still standing in shock as the rest of the Weasly clan erupted in laughter. Thankfully Mr. and Mrs. Weasly were setting up outside. Harry blinked and focused on Draco/Hermione. Oh God I did not just enjoy a kiss from Malfoy! Harry shook his head free of unwanted thoughts and turned to help Ron off the floor.

Vernon Dursley watched suspiciously as his nephew got out of the rusty old Ford Angelina without complaint and walked into the house without even a glare at his relatives.
“the boy’s gone ruddy mad,’ Vernon commented, his son nodded in agreement.
“Or he’s just high on something. Stupid child.’ Petunia remarked back.

Letters

Harry dropped his trunk by the doorway and waved half-heartedly to the Weaslys from his bedroom window. He sat down at the desk and stared out onto Privet Drive. The sun was just setting and Harry watched the colours dance across the sky. He looked down at the parchment he had left out on the desk and tapped his finger on the page. He thought about what had happened at the burrow, and the quidditch world cup. He thought about Draco’s kiss… No it was Hermione! Hermione kissed me!  He tried to shake the memory away but it clouded his thoughts. He looked down again at the blank parchment he had left out so he had write to his friends when he got back; but now there was only one person he wanted to write to. Harry picked up a quill, dipped it in the ink and began to write.

ooOOoo


The words danced in front of Draco’s eyes, the story had no meaning to him. It was one of his mother’s romance novels she had been begging for him to read. It was raining and there was nothing to do in the dusty old manor so he had decided to get it over and done with. Ever since the quidditch world cup he had wanted to lay low. Everyone blamed him and his family, with good reason, naturally.
He was startled by a sudden tapping at the window. Draco got up and walked over to the window. It was too fogged to see clearly but he was sure it was an owl so he opened the window and let the bird in. It flew over his head and landed on his desk, the parchment tied to its leg still dry.
Draco stared at the bird suspiciously, he only knew one person stupid enough to own a conspicuous owl like this. The snowy bird ruffled its feathers and hooted at the pale boy. Draco pulled out his wand and slowly walked towards the bird, still watching it warily. It had been a long, boring summer for him and even if it was a hex from Potter it was better than the crappy romance novel he was supposed to be reading. He cautiously untied the parchment and slowly broke the seal. He waited tensely; but nothing happened. He unrolled the letter and read, his features changing from suspicion to scepticism to utter confusion. The letter read –

Malfoy,
How have your holidays been? I’ve been at the burrow it was…interesting. I hope you had fun at the quidditch world cup you prat. I bet you’ve been terrorizing muggles all summer. Stupid git. Have you been influencing Hermione by any chance? She did something to Ron that was very…Slytherin. Stop it if you are. Prat.

Harry Potter.

He stared at the letter incredulously and shook his head at the Griffindor’s stupidity. He sighed, pulled out a clean piece of parchment and wrote his reply.

ooOOoo

Harry waited for the scathing reply and was surprised when Hedwig returned only a day later. He opened the seal, not caring if it was curse laden, and read-

Potter,
You really are a stupid little Gryffindor aren’t you? I can’t use the imperious curse outside school yet if that’s what you are implying. And why would I want to? You really think my whole world is bent on devising new ways to wreck your life? And if granger is any part Slytherin I give you my permission to pat her on the back. Other than that, stop owling me you stupid prat.

Draco Malfoy.

Harry read the letter with a smile. He could just hear the blonde boy saying that, it was so Malfoy. He grinned again and began another reply.

ooOOoo

Draco had come to expect Harry’s replies even when he adamantly told the green eyed boy to stop contacting him. Nearly every day a letter came for him, bitching about his relatives, about being left out of things etc. etc. chosen boy crap. Draco had to laugh at his naivety. Harry was so wrapped up in his little world, but Draco would never admit to himself or anyone else he liked being the one Harry confided in.   

ooOOoo

Harry smiled at yet another mocking remark from Draco. He now looked forward to the letter’s he expected, though still waiting for the day Draco would just stop replying to his letters. Harry picked up his last clean piece of parchment and wrote to Draco, and idly wondered to himself when the pale blonde had become ‘Draco’ to Harry instead of ‘Malfoy’.

Diagon Alley

Harry wandered along the stores; the magical element of Diagon Alley still enthralled him. He had forced himself to get out of his room and retrieve the necessary supplies for his fourth year. Every now and again he would see a dark shadow and would run toward it, thinking it to be Sirius but was always disappointed. He was very depressed by the end of the day and had to keep reminding himself to get extra parchment for his letters to Draco. He pushed his cart toward the parchment store and as he was walking inside he bumped into another customer. Harry inhaled a fresh, sexy musk scent and he turned to see who it was, the recognition clouded his thoughts.
Surprised green eyes met shocked platinum ones. The boys stared at each other for a second before harry stuttered something about needing parchment. Draco nodded in agreement and turned to leave. Harry reached out and grabbed Draco’s sleeve, the blonde boy turned back, surprised.
‘Draco? Uh, thanks. You know. For not cursing me.’ Harry mentally slapped himself and realised now the blonde would definitely curse him. Draco smirked and retrieved his sleeve from Harry’s grasp.
‘You never know. It is my turn to reply I believe…’ He grinned at Harry and left. Leaving the raven haired boy dazed.
‘Can I help you?’ a small woman said tentatively. Harry snapped out of his thoughts and nodded, smiling warmly.

Harry was more than grateful to head toward the leaky cauldron to leave Diagon Alley. He wasn’t a fan of shopping and his feet hurt terribly. He walked back to the Dursley’s, wrapped in his thoughts, until he came to a stop outside a chemist. He quickly opened the clear door and headed straight to the deodorant section. He spent half an hour smelling different deodorants before it clicked that Draco would never lower himself to using muggle deodorant. He sighed and bought one just so he would feel less idiotic.

Harry spread out his things, trying to focus on what he needed for fourth year. He suddenly realised had forgot to get a new tie and chided himself; he would have to go out again. He sighed and got ready to go to bed. He was just climbing under the covers when Hedwig landed on his window sill and began to tap the glass. Harry sighed again and got out of bed and opened the window. The snowy owl lifted her leg to Harry and hooted impatiently, it was the perfect night to hunt. Harry muttered to himself, but quickly undid the parchment and the owl left. He held his wand ready as he broke the seal but the expected curse didn’t come. He unrolled the parchment and read the sleek, green writing.

Harry,
Running out of parchment eh? Pathetic potter. Always keep supplies, leaves less chances of contact with mudbloods. No offence. So pervert, sniffing peoples necks now? Ever sniff me again and I will have to punish you. Oh and touch me again and I will have to kill you.

Draco

Harry felt his face go warm; he hadn’t realized Draco had noticed him sniff his neck. He smiled to himself as he wrote his reply, careful not to mention Draco had also been buying spare parchment.

ooOOoo

Draco sighed. He had forgotten to get a new tie. How pathetic, He thought to himself. Draco idly wondered whether he would run into Harry again. He smiled and stopped himself. He looked in his mirror across the room confusedly. Did he just smile? Draco hadn’t smiled like that in ages. He shook his head and stalked toward to fireplace. He grinned again at the thought of Harry sniffing his neck and shook his head furiously. Annoyed already, he flooed himself to Diagon Alley.

Punishment

Harry tiredly pulled himself away from the persistent uniform seller. He shook his head in amusement once he had left the shop but stopped. He could nearly hear his heart pounding. The familiar blonde boy was walking past him, with the familiar look of arrogance on his face. Harry was about to say hello but stopped when he remembered the threat. He didn’t want to stop the letters but school was starting soon so it wouldn’t matter anyway. Harry ran to catch up to Draco.
‘Hey wait up!’ harry shouted, noting how pathetic he sounded. Draco turned around with a strange look on his face.
‘Back off Potter!’ He shouted. A lot of people stared but when they realised who was talking they just shrugged. Most people knew how much Harry and Draco despised each other. Draco glared at him and stalked off. Harry stared after him confusedly. He quickly made a decision and ran after the blonde.
He finally caught sight of Draco as he turned down an alley. Harry sped up and caught Draco just after the alley opening. Harry pressed the blonde up against the wall, still not knowing what he was going to do. With his forearm against the pale boy’s neck he whispered, ‘Well what’s got your wand in a knot?’
‘Gettoff!’ Draco tried half-heartedly to push Harry away. But with the better seeker physique Harry held on adamantly.
‘C’mon Draco, what’s going on?’  Harry stared into the platinum eyes, searching for the answer. Draco wasn’t staring at Harry’s eyes though. The silver grey eyes were fixed about two inches south of Harry’s green ones. Harry looked at him curiously until it hit him.
Harry, hoping to Merlin he was correct, pressed his lips to the other boys. He felt Draco tense but then relax, as Harry removed his arms from the restraining position to the pale boy’s waist. Draco wrapped his arms around Harry’s neck and deepened their kiss.
Harry’s mind was reeling, this was so much better than kissing Draco/Hermione. He could tell Draco had kissed a lot of other people. God what was he doing with his tongue? Harry sighed and was about to lift his hand under Draco’s robes when a sharp gasp interrupted them. The two boys turned their faces to the opening of the ally to see Ron, Hermione and Ginny watching them in horror. Harry felt his face heat up but Draco merely said coldly,
‘Do you mind?’ He glared at the three until they departed, Ginny breaking out in tears. Harry briefly felt bad for her until her breathed in Draco’s musky scent again. He breathed in deeply and for a second was in utter bliss.
‘Now where were we?’ Draco said seductively.
‘Draco, one sec, what are you wearing smell-wise?’ Harry said breathlessly.
‘Tut tut Potter! Sniffing me again? Well I guess I have to punish you…’ Draco said in his silky voice that sent shivers down Harry’s spine. Draco leaned in for a kiss but Harry turned his face away.
‘Fine. It’s a muggle scent, it’s something ‘africa’,’ Draco shrugged. Harry smiled and again pressed his lips to his former nemesis’.