TABANCA
CHAPTER TWO
THE OFFER
BY: J
DISCLAIMER - This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
CHAPTER SUMMARY - In which Harry surprises us all, Draco bitches, and Ginny makes an offer.
Harry Potter was terribly hot and bothered. Why was he hot and bothered you ask?
Harry is much too ashamed to explain.
Leaning against his headboard, he listened to the moans coming from the Head Girl's room with an attentiveness that came with the habit. Gasping, he stroked himself harder and faster as the moans came quicker. Being a Head Boy allowed him to have a room all to himself.
It also allowed him to get off on hearing the pretty brunette Head Girl climax every night.
Harry groaned as he climaxed and slumped against his pillows as his cum ran over his fingers. Cleaning himself up quickly and Harry tried to slow his breathing as he lay on his bed. He listened carefully for Hermione's footsteps to come down the stairs before venturing to his door.
Harry had put a silencing charm on his room when he first found out about Hermione's…er…nightly explorations of her body. He'd wondered why she hadn't thought of it herself, but was relieved every night when he was still able to hear her throaty moans through the walls.
The sad fact was he knew her schedule now. He knew what she did right after her sweet climax. She would go downstairs, flushed and glowing, and would open a book to read after making herself a cup of steaming hot chocolate.
Harry leaned against his door and rested his head against the wood. He wondered what she looked like each time she climaxed. His mind quickly supplied glistening skin, wet red lips and a soundtrack of Hermione's moans. Gods, he could feel himself hardening again. Harry groaned in frustration.
"Harry? Are you alright?"
Harry straightened up and stared in horror at the door; it was slightly ajar. Fumbling with his robes he tried to conceal his obvious arousal. He panicked, wondering if Hermione had heard him before. Tying his robe quickly, Harry leapt onto his bed just as Hermione knocked lightly. She opened the door hesitantly before entering.
She looked worried and gods, sated. Harry took in her appearance greedily. She was flushed as he imagined she would be and had that satisfied smile on her face that she probably didn't even know was there. However, her brow was now creased with worry and Harry felt slightly guilty that she thought he was in pain when he was actually thinking about fucking her into his mattress.
Harry cleared his throat at her questioning eyebrow, "I'm fine, just…it's rather hot in here, isn't it?"
Fanning himself, he looked away from her amused gaze and jumped nervously when he felt a cool hand against his forehead.
"You look flushed," Hermione said, caressing his forehead lightly.
Harry felt his cock twitch at the soft touch. Gods she had more of an affect on him than those girls in Play Wizard…Hermione and those girls in Play Wizard. Harry's mind quickly overloaded with the imagery.
He noisily cleared his throat again and got off the bed quickly. Moving to his desk he poured himself a glass of water. Taking a big gulp, he glanced at Hermione out of the corner of his eye. She was looking at him knowingly and Harry's pulse quickened.
Did she know?
"Come here, Harry."
Panic flooded his stomach and rose up his throat in a rush. Harry put down the glass of water hastily and shuffled through the papers on his desk. "No that's alright. I've got a lot of things on my mind - homework to do. You know how it is."
Harry froze as her hand slid into his robes and caressed the front of his trousers. He involuntarily moaned at the contact and the hand quickly slid into his pants, stroking him evenly as his breaths became ragged.
"Hermione," he moaned, gripping his desk chair.
"I knew you were listening to me," she said, kissing him lightly on the back of the neck before quickening her hand movements on his cock. Her breath on his neck made him shiver. "It's why I never put a silencing charm on."
Harry turned and stared with bewilderment at the girl before him. Her gaze was filled with a mixture of desire and love. Oh bloody hell, she was the same girl that nagged him daily to study for the NEWTS since they were 'only' six months away.
Swallowing, he allowed himself to be tugged to the bed and let the girl take control of the events to come.
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Draco walked swiftly through the halls growling at anyone who came into his way. He brushed by Neville and felt slightly better as the smaller boy tumbled to the floor, his books and quills scattering. Draco kept walking through the path cleared by students who stared at him fearfully. Still it didn't quell the anger.
Flinging open the old History classroom door he shut it hard. The loud bang that echoed through the room cooled his temper somewhat and Draco moved to open and slam it again.
"Oh give it a rest Malfoy,"
Draco spun around and glared at the redhead venomously.
"Get out!" He barked.
He strode to the window seat and sat down his back turned to her. Leaning against the cool stone Draco tried to gain control of his flying emotions. Fucking Potter and the Mudblood were together.
Draco growled angrily and punched the pillow in disgust. It was so obvious they'd had sex when they came into the Great Hall for lunch that day. Fingers intertwined and faces glowing…it was fucking repulsive.
Draco slid to the ground and buried his head into his hands. He massaged his temples and tried to ignore the jealously that was curdling in his stomach. He'd wanted to be Harry's first.
He had wanted Harry period.
He'd always thought that it might work despite the little voice that continuously tried to get him to face reality. Now the Mudblood had taken all that away and he was left with nothing. That's not true, snickered his conscience, you have nothing and pent up sexual frustration. Draco swore and slumped against the stone.
He hated the empty feeling that he felt. Oh he had sneered along with the other Slytherins at the perfect couple and made snide remarks about the Mudblood's attributes, but it did not ease the hurt and jealousy he felt. He rubbed his chest idly. An annoying ache that refused to go away and it hurt like a bitch.
Like a blow to the gut.
Draco ran his hand through his hair and looked up into large brown eyes. He leapt back and ended up banging his head into the stone wall behind him.
"Bloody hell Weasel, couldn't you just be a good girl and leave?" he said rubbing his head.
To his extreme annoyance, she sat down beside him and stared at her hands. Such small hands dusted with small freckles and ended with clean, carefully cut nails. Draco groaned as he realised he was observing her hands while his whole life collapsed around him.
"I don't want your pity," he muttered.
Draco stared menacingly at her and she looked up, meeting his gaze unblinkingly. Mildly annoyed when she didn't immediately cower in fear, Draco took to sneering at her patched robes. Faded black with frayed ends, he reckoned they were probably an older brother's tie and robes.
"Did I offer pity?"
Draco leaned against the stone in defeat and scrubbed a hand over his face.
"What do you want then, can't you just leave?"
Draco flinched at the tentative touch on his hand and he pulled it away staring at the Weasel who looked incredibly embarrassed by her actions.
"Sorry," she mumbled, "I was just trying to help."
Sighing, Draco closed his eyes. "Why are you here anyway?"
"Colin Creevy was making fun of me as usual and I didn't feel like getting into an argument today," she said honestly.
Draco choked down a laugh. Why on earth Weasley thought he'd want to know that was beyond him. As if the details of her life interested him. Of course Draco's ego conveniently ignored that he'd asked her to explain.
"I see."
They sat in silence, each lost in their own thoughts. It was a moment later that Draco stretched his legs and got up. He looked down at her and stood awkwardly for a second. Shaking his head he turned away.
"Well see you around Weasley."
Draco walked briskly away, kicking himself for bothering to be courteous to her.
"Wait!"
Draco turned and stumbled backward at the petite body that slammed against him. Her kisses were clumsy and her hands were taking far too many liberties. Yet Draco stood dumbfounded as Weasley kissed him hard on the mouth, her hands running through his hair. He felt her sigh into his mouth and the attack quieted as she slid to the ground. He gently pushed her away and stared at her like she was a lunatic.
"You do realise--"
"I know."
"So why--"
"I don't know!"
She sighed and wrapped her arms around her body and Draco stared in perplex at the tears that rained down her face.
"I thought maybe it would work."
"Work? What? I'm gay and--"
"I know that Draco!" she yelled, her face flushed as she turned away.
Draco shifted uncomfortably, he hated when women cried. He couldn't really do anything about it, and this was the second time she cried in his presence. Gods, didn't she do anything else?
"They why would you--"
Draco clamped his hand over her mouth, "I hate it when people interrupt me," he said.
"So," he said carefully, "why would you kiss me if you knew I was gay, why would you kiss me at all? I'm a Malfoy!"
"Mmfmmmfmmm,"
Removing his hand Draco wiped it on her shirt in disgust.
"I think I'm in love with you," she blurted out.
Draco stared at her in bewilderment before breaking into laughter. Weasley stared at him indignantly as he laughed at her expense. In love with…Merlin, how ridiculous.
"Y-you do realise," he sputtered between laughs, "that you do not know me at all!"
The weasel turned red and looked away from his amused gaze. He took in her appearance carelessly: dishevelled, face smudged with ink and tears, rags that hung limp off her scrawny body. He snorted at the thought of him being straight and interested in her.
"I know I'm not much to look at," she said sharply as she felt his scrutiny.
Draco felt guilty for making her feel worse but it was true, she really wasn't anything extraordinary; just a petite, ordinary redhead. And her hair was entirely it was too reminiscent of her elder brothers.
"You know," she said uneasily, "it doesn't matter that you're gay."
Draco struggled to fight off the laugh that was begging to be let out.
"Oh it doesn't now?" he asked, amusement clearly in his voice. "And how, pray tell, would that be true?"
The girl was turning an even deeper shade of red but her gaze never wavered off of his.
"I can show you if you like."
"You're playing with fire Weasley," he said, dark amusement dancing behind his eyes.
Ginny didn't answer but looked at him knowingly. Draco pondered the strange proposal. He knew there was no way he was anything but gay and, to be frank, he doubted this little girl could change his mind. However, his curiosity got the better of him and Draco was intrigued.
"Well, let's see then."
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Completed 05/09/03
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