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Format: Short story
Chapters: 6
Word Count: 11,174
Status: WIP
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Strong Language, Strong Violence, Scenes of a Sexual Nature, Contains Slash (Same-Sex Pairing), Sensitive Topic/Issue/Theme
Genres: Drama, Romance, Young Adult
Characters: Harry, Hermione, Draco, OC
Pairings: Other Pairing, Hermione/FredOrGeorge, Draco/OC, Ginny/OC, Harry/OC
First Published: 01/23/2010
Last Chapter: 04/16/2011
Last Updated: 04/16/2011
Summary:
It was my fifth year at my private school; Werthingtons Wizarding Prep School, all boys, of course. No girls to distract me, so my parents loved to say. If only they knew. It was a wizarding school, prominent and strict. I have no idea why my lovely parents decided that it was time for a change. And so I arrived in Hell.
Chapter 1: My Friends Call Me Q.
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It was my fifth year at my private school; Werthingtons Wizarding Prep School, all boys, of course. No girls to distract me, so my parents loved to say. If only they knew. It was a wizarding school, prominent and strict. I have no idea why my lovely parents decided that it was time for a change. And so I arrived in Hell.
Figuratively.
Hogwarts was phenomenal at first. So many students, rush, yelling, cursing. And their uniforms, Ugh! Talk about ugly. Comparing the presentation of the students at my school to these things was like comparing the Mona Lisa to a toddlers crayon scribble.
Then I saw him.
Pale skin, pale hair, flawless, handsome face. Everyone cleared the path as he walked, accompanied by two goons and a slutty looking girl. I followed him with my eyes, suddenly his eyes locked with mine, deep pools of anger glaring at me from underneath his blonde bangs. I think I stopped breathing for that moment. Everything stopped as our eyes locked.
He was so beautiful. Perfect even. Somehow I managed to pull my eyes from his long enough to look over his body. Not that the uniforms showed anything off. But he defied the uniform regulations, as I did. I wore black tight jeans under the untucked school shirt. He wore dark grey jeans, the same style as mine. His shirt hung loosely on his frame but still managed to look amazing on his body.
Then our eyes locked again. And I couldn’t look away. His eyes remained trained on mine as he walked past, those Stormy Eyes, a storm that I wanted desperately to disappear into.
I later found out that he is Draco Malfoy, he sleeps in my dorm. He is directly across from me. I watch him secretly as he sleeps, his breath is like heaven, like music to my ears. Sometimes he will cry out, taken by some night-terror and I have the irresistible urge to go to him, hold him until the fear goes away. But no, I wait for the right moment.
And one day it was so close... so, so very close until...
Potter.
Harry was almost identical to Draco, in body only. Whilst Draco tempted me with his cruelty and harsh eyes, Harry enticed me with his open emerald eyes, filled with kindness and... innocence. His hair was similar to Draco, but more rogue-like.
A secret was hidden behind his eyes. Those eyes, they conceal something.
Perhaps a secret affair with the doe-eyed curly-haired girl never far from his side. Maybe even the red-head guy always tagging along. Maybe.
I didn’t quite know Draco personally, but I knew of him. A month had passed, I was awake, alone in the dorm as he came into calling out to the other guys something about Parkinson. Bah! He was lying, my friends and ex always called me a human lie detector. I can always tell.
I watch from beneath my black fringe as he slowly strips his clothes. He peels off the white school shirt, I think my heart stopped for a moment there, I stared fixedly at his abs, so perfectly formed, chiselled. Then I heard the unzipping of pants, then there were no pants, only silk boxers. I had to bite my lip to stop from whimpering at the sight.
Then he slides underneath the deep green covers. His breath whistles out softly as he shifts under the blanket. The soft rustle of that, drawing my attention to him like a moth to a flame. To my immense horror he catches me watching him. The intensity of his gaze stealing my breath.
“You got a problem?” his voice like velvet.
“No” was all my magnificent brain came up with.
“You got a name, new kid?”
“My friends call me Q.”
“Alright Q, what are you staring at?”
“Nothing, I was just thinking that you cant lie for shit.” I bit my lips after I said that, my heart pounding.
“What did you just say to me?” he demanded harshly, sitting up, legs swinging over the edge of the bed, I tore my eyes from his body and looked back up to his face.
“I said,” I sat up too, I was only wearing boxers as well, black ones, like his, “that you cant lie for shit. You didn’t go and see Pansy.”
“Prove it then, prat.”
“I cant prove it, I just know.” I notice as his eyes wander all over me, evaluating me, appreciation and slight anger in his eyes.
“Do you play Quidditch?” he suddenly asks.
“Yes, I was the Seeker at my old school.”
He laughs, I struggle to hide my reaction to the sound of his voice.
“I’m the Slytherin Seeker, so don't even bother trying out.”
“I already did, I’m the new Keeper, actually.”
He frowns, “you didn’t go for Seeker?”
“No, people warned me not to fuck with you,” I shrugged, “or you’d kill me.”
He made a noise, self-satisfied.
“Why did you ask anyway?” I say softly.
“Well,” he lays back down, on his side and looks at me, “you’re too fit and strong to not do anything but to slight to body build, if you were a dancer or gymnast of some sort I’d have already beaten the living daylights out of you so it had to be Quidditch, or some muggle sport. But you don't seem the sort to consort with muggles and mudbloods.”
My eyes widen, I had half tuned out after he said ‘fit and strong.’
“And besides, the way you walk, you have balance, not like Crabbe and Goyle, they hulk around like oafs.”
I laughed softly, “then why do you hang with them?”
He snorts, “you think you can ‘hang’ with me, Q?”
“I know I can,” I say confidently.
“I like your style, Q, I’ll be seeing you later on. Trust me.”
He rolled over and faced away from me, I blushed, finally, having been holding it in the whole conversation.
Fit and strong? I thought, feeling incredibly self-satisfied. I got up and walked to the mirror, I suppose I was in good shape. Well great shape actually, the guys in my dorm at Werthingtons had always said that they had envied my body. Especially my good friend Austin.
My parents didn’t know as much as they thought they did, especially when it came to Austin. They had always assumed that Austin and I were nothing more than close friends. How wrong they were, Austin and I had started out as a ‘friends-with-benefits’ type thing, which had progressed to a relationship. He was incredibly angry at me when he found out that I was moving and we promised to keep the relationship going, as a, sort of long distance thing.
Although I had heard from my other friends, such as Karlos, that he and the Lipolo Beater had been having private ‘tutoring’ sessions.
Really didn’t surprise me at all.
I shrugged.
I stuck out my tongue examining the green tongue stud there, I had had it done last year, on impulse. Same with the one through my eyebrow; a silver bar, an impulse. Small, quite unnoticeable actually. My black hair, styled so often to the side that it actually grew that way. I had naturally tanned skin and straight, white teeth. I was actually quite lucky, I had hit the genetic lottery really. I smiled, examining my teeth and remembered that I hadn’t brushed yet.
I grabbed a pair of loose tracksuit pants and pulled it on before grabbing my toothbrush and toothpaste.
“Where are you off to, Q?” his voice sent shivers down my spine.
I fought the urge to look back at him, biting my bottom lip.
“Brushing my teeth.”
“Hold on then, let me grab some pants.”
My eyes widened at the thought of being alone with him. It was a long walk to the bathroom. I felt him beside me and fought to control the blush.
“Come on, I’ll show you the prefects bathroom.” He grabbed my arm and pulled me out into the corridor, “there is no way I am using the crappy other ones around here.”
We followed the green lights down the shadowy corridor in silence until we came to the portrait.
“Purebloods.” We said simultaneously, then laughed softly and slipped out. I tried to ignore the fact that he was shirtless. He leant over to my ear and grabbed my arm, “this way, these bathrooms are the best.” I shivered as I felt his breath hit my neck.
I nodded, swallowing. I should have felt guilty about Austin, but he was the one shacking up with guys at Werthingtons, not me.
Soon enough we came to the entrance of the prefects bathroom, it was pretty amazing. Better than I expected of Hogwarts.
I headed quickly to the basin and turned the tap, brushing my teeth.
“You know, they say that this is the bathroom where the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets is hidden.” He said suddenly, leaning against the metal framework.
“The Chamber of what?” I spat into the bowl and looked up, frowning.
“The Chamber of Secrets, Salazar Slytherins’ legendary chamber. Apparently Potter opened it up in second year. This Basalisk, Slytherins’ pet, kind of, went around petrifying mudbloods. Including Potters little girlfriend.” I finished brushing and rinsed out my mouth.
“Okay, what is a Basilisk? Who or what is Salazar Slytherin and what do you mean petrifying?” I looked back to the mirror and stuck out my tongue, tightening the screw on my tongue stud.
“A Basilisk is like a giant snake, Salazar Slytherin is one of the founders of this shitty school and petrifying- well, all these mudbloods saw the Basilisks reflection and were kind of stunned or frozen on the spot. It was actually a bit funny.”
I flicked my tongue a couple of times and turned back around. “I heard about that, I thought that the bathroom where it was, was the girls bathroom. Sounds cool though, but what does Harry have to do with it?”
“Don't call him that. Apparently they thought he was the one doing it, petrifying the mudbloods, he opened the Chamber. My father says that he speaks snake or something like that. Stupid if you ask me, bloody Saint Potter, Voldemorts heir.”
“You don't like him then?”
“He’s a dickhead if you ask me,” aha! He was lying.
I smirked, flicking my hair to the side.
“What?” he demanded.
“You’re lying.”
“No, I’m not.”
I simply laughed, “whatever, I know you don't mean that.”
He frowned. Then his eyes wandered up to where my hair hid the eyebrow piercing, stepping forward he lifted his hand and brushed the hair out of the way. He grinned, “when did you get this done?”
I tried to remain calm, “last year.”
“Nice, I like it. Where can I get mine done?”
I started, “really? You don't seem the type.”
“There is a lot you don't know about me.” He moved his hand but did not move away.
“If you’re game enough, Malfoy, you could get your tongue pierced. Like me.” I stuck out my tongue, flicked it a couple of times and pulled it back in.
“Nice,” he commented, staring at my mouth, “but call me Dray.”
“I’ll do it for you if you want.”
“Really?”
I nodded.
“Sweet,” he backed away, and leaned casually against the metal again, “when?”
“Now, if you want. I have a spare piercing, I was going to change mine but you can use it.”
“Can you do the eyebrow now?”
I nodded, pulling out my wand, “hold still.” I cupped his chin and lifted his face up a bit, then brushed the hair off his face.
“What side do you want?”
“Right.” He said after a moment.
I held his face still; he had smooth skin, with a smallest hit of stubble. Up close his eyes were lighter than I had thought, his lips chapped but light pink and tempting.
“See something you like?” he said softly, I couldn’t tell if he was joking or being serious so I simply smiled and tapped my wand to his eyebrow.
He gave a yelp of pain as the skin of his eyebrow split, created a small hole and the metal bar shot through the skin and screwed itself in place. I inspected it carefully and touched it gently.
“Shit!” he yelped, shutting his eyes.
“Sorry,” I muttered, “but its fine. Everything worked out good.”
I was very tempted to kiss him, but I dared not. The piercing did suit him though.
He reopened his eyes and grinned, “thanks man,” he threw an arm around me and gave me a rough hug.
“I like it, it suits you.” I commented, grabbing my toothbrush and paste, and tucking my wand in the pocket of my pants, “but keep it hidden from the teachers.”
“No shit.”
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