Title: A Circle Of Unfortunate Events

Author: clarex_ama

Beta(s): thegreatdane_s, nefariousandrea, bbyluv (I love you guys!)

Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
Rating: R/M
Warnings: Slash, UST
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to J.K. Rowling, Warner Brothers etc. I own nothing. This fic is only written for fun, no profit is made.
Summary: An unfortunate event leads Harry and Draco to discover a whole new level of perversity as it intrudes on their magic, making daydreaming, groping and dancing a strictly necessary part of their schoolday...Wtf?

A Circle of Unfortunate Events

By clarex-ama

Chapter 4

Dreams and confusion

Harry was walking down the corridor, the sound of his feet echoing in the silent night. Outside the full moon shone brightly, the pale dreamlike rays illuminating the floor beneath the tall windows. The corridor was abnormally long; it felt like he'd been walking forever.

Harry sighed and he suddenly found himself in front of the doors to the Room of Requirement. Slowly, almost as if his hand weighed more than normally, he reached for the doorknob and entered. What met him was a bright light, hitting him directly in the face, blinding his eyes completely.

The light disappeared and Harry saw that Malfoy was standing in front of him, wand in hand.

"Potter," the boy said, then, he turned around and sat down on a sofa that was in front of a fire place.

"Come on, sit down," Malfoy insisted, rolling his eyes at Harry, and strangely enough Harry felt his body obey the order.

Malfoy was still holding his wand between his long, pale fingers, toying with it absentmindedly. Harry suddenly felt the urge to look for his own wand, and automatically his hand reached for his pocket but he found nothing there. Horrified, he felt his fingers brush, not against the fabric of his jeans, but his own skin --- he was naked!"

Malfoy looked at Harry for a long time, then he tilted his head to the side and winked.

Harry woke up with a shocked gasp, feeling confused and bewildered. He was lying on top of his sheets, still wearing his clothes (thank God! ). Apparently, he'd fallen asleep after he'd gone upstairs to avoid talking about the circle incident with Ron and Hermione.

Harry removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes. What a weird and disturbing dream… Had Malfoy actually winked at him? …Creepy…

He looked at his watch – still some time left before he had to get up. The room was still dark, shadows darkening his sleeping friends' faces.

Harry sighed and lay back down – he felt so tired, almost as if he hadn't slept at all…

That's what you get from dreaming about Malfoy, Harry thought grumpily.

Harry closed his eyes, wanting to go back to sleep, but somehow he couldn't. He squirmed around for a couple of minutes, trying desperately to find the right position to lie in, but it didn't work.

He opened his eyes and stared up into the canopy, trying to think about something boring that would make him fall asleep, but it still didn't help.

"Argh," Harry mumbled annoyed.

Maybe it was because he was wearing too much clothes? It was kind of warm in here…

Harry sat up and started opening the buttons of his shirt. He slid it down his shoulders and dropped it to the floor.

He sank back down into his soft pillows, hoping that now he would be able to sleep.

"Bloody hell," Harry mumbled irritated half an hour later. He still couldn't sleep.

Even though he had removed his shirt, he still felt warm. He opened his trousers and started to slide them down his hips. He was still lying down, so the action caused him to wriggle around in his sheets. As his fingers brushed his hips, Harry couldn't help but think about the dream – he couldn't believe he had dreamt that Malfoy had winked at him! And not only that, Harry had been naked!

Harry shook his head – thinking about Malfoy while he took his clothes off, was kind of disturbing. And it surely wouldn't help him go back to sleep…

Half an hour before he was supposed to get up, Harry finally fell asleep…

"Harry, Harry, get up, you're going to be late!"

"Eh, w-whut?" Harry cracked his eyes open, staring into the round face of Neville.

"You are going to be late."

Harry yawned and reached for his glasses, but he only got midway before his head hit the pillow once more – he was so tired!

"Harry!" Neville insisted firmly and pulled off Harry's blanket.

"Okay, okay, I get it," Harry mumbled and sat up. It felt like it was only minutes ago he'd fell asleep…

He rose from the bed and began preparing himself for another school day, not really registering what he was doing at all; he was way too tired.

Harry shook his head and made an annoyed sound in the back of his throat, but it came out sounding rather gurgling, since his mouth was full of toothpaste.

He finished brushing his teeth and followed Ron and Dean down to get some breakfast.

XXX

Harry was still tired as he walked to his first class with Ron and Hermione. Getting up early in the morning sure was evil… He was sure he looked like a zombie, walking down the corridor not caring where he put his feet. Ron looked tired too, but he had always been a bad morning-person.

First class today was Transfigurations. Harry sighed because he just knew he wouldn't be able to concentrate. Great.

The weather was still awful, rain was pouring down just as intensely as yesterday. If the weather didn't change soon, the Quidditch match this upcoming weekend wouldn't be all that pleasant.

Harry was amazed by his on luck these days.

They turned a corner and walked past some Slytherins who were waiting for their first class. Harry quickly spotted Malfoy, who was standing next to Pansy. He looked tired and moody, arms crossed in front of his chest.

When he saw Harry he scrunched up his nose as if Harry was really smelly, making the whole corridor stink. Harry growled irritated as he walked over to his own classroom.

Stupid, bloody Malfoy! Harry clenched his fists.

He noted that his right palm felt a bit warmer than the other as he clenched them, fingers digging into his skin… it was probably due to that circle, he mused.

To tell the truth, he actually didn't mind Hermione looking for books that might help his situation. Even though it wasn't because anything major had happened, it was still annoying to know that a circle was on his hand and that nobody else could see it. The fact that it reminded him of that incident by the lake didn't help the slightest either… Harry could still remember clearly how Malfoy had looked when they touched each other… and the most horrifying part was that it had actually felt kind of nice…

Harry blushed and shuddered in disgust.

If this was some retarded joke made up by Malfoy, then Harry wouldn't be afraid to be the first one to kick his arse all the way to Japan.

But then again, why would Draco want to curse him like that? And he had seemed genuinely confused about the whole thing afterwards.

Harry felt rather confused himself.

XXX

"Harry, try to concentrate, you are really absent-minded today," Hermione lectured him in a whisper. She was sitting next to him, copying the notes from the blackboard.

"What?" Harry whispered back, not paying any attention at all. He had been dozing off.

"Is it because of that circle?" Hermione said quietly, looking worried. "I'll check the library later this afternoon."

"Oh, no, it's not that. I'm just tired, I couldn't fall asleep," Harry assured her.

She nodded. "Okay, but I'm going to check anyway. You have to tell me some more details after class, so I know what to look for."

Harry gulped. "Erm okay."

Hermione smiled then turned to look at Ron.

"Ron, why are you copying my notes? Why don't you just look at the blackboard?"

"They're on the blackboard?" Ron lifted his head to stare at the front of the class. "Oh, they are. I didn't notice that."

"Oh, pay attention will you!" Hermione mumbled annoyed and dipped her quill in the ink. "You two are hopeless."

XXX

Eating lunch was better than dozing off in class, Harry decided and took a drink of pumpkin juice. Ron, who was sitting next to him, was chatting animatedly with Dean about how the Chudley Canons would surely make a comeback this autumn.

Hermione was sitting opposite Harry.

"Harry," she said, "You have to tell me what the ´coin-thingy´ looked like, it might be important when searching for information." She put down her fork and knife and stared intently at Harry.

If Harry wasn't mistaken she was actually a bit excited. Her warm eyes were looking at him with concern, but they also sparkled with something more… Harry suppressed a smile. She was probably excited because she now had a new topic she could research and find knowledge about.

"Erm, well, I don't really remember. It was a rather big coin, around this size," Harry put his thumb and index finger together, forming a circle. "And em, it was silver…"

"Was it decorated or engraved?"

"I-I don't really know."

Hermione sighed. "Merlin, Harry, didn't you say that Malfoy gave you the coin? Didn't you look at it then?"

Harry blushed. The truth was that he had been far too occupied with staring at Malfoy, but he couldn't really say that. "I can't remember, okay! It was kind of dreamlike, so I didn't pay attention… Malfoy probably knows more since he's the one who picked it up…"

Hermione raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. "Okay, then we'll just have to ask Malfoy."

"What?" Harry nearly choked in his pumpkin juice. "We can't do that. That bloody git won't tell a thing, I tried already, remember?"

Harry looked over at Malfoy, who looked even more grumpy than usual. He was poking his food with a fork like it didn't have his slightest interest.

"But Harry, if we don't know what it looks like, then it's going to be difficult finding information"

"Just forget it, Hermione." Harry said. "I bet it's nothing. I haven't really been all that troubled by it today, so maybe it's ebbing out…"

"Oh, stop talking nonsense, Harry. You were awful in Transfiguration!"

"Well, that was because I was tired and Transfiguration is a very hard subject…"

"Okay okay, I'll just see what I can do with the information we've got." She took one last bite of her food. "I need to pick up a book before going to class, see you later, Harry." She stood up. "Oh, and Harry? You haven't buttoned up your shirt correctly. I've wanted to tell you that for a while…" She smiled and left.

Harry watched her walk out of the Great Hall.

How typical, he thought and started redoing his buttons, trying to do it correctly this time. Luckily, It wasn't all of them, only the top five…

Harry looked up and saw that Malfoy was staring at him, eyes following the movements of his fingers.

Malfoy noticed that Harry had caught him staring, but he didn't look away. He was glaring at Harry as if the Gryffindor had ruined his entire day, his silver eyes were only slits in his pale face. Harry glared right back at him, picking up his sandwich to take another bite… He hadn't really been all that hungry, but staring at Malfoy's face made him want to eat his sandwich in an angry manner.

Malfoy didn't turn his gaze away, when he picked up his own sandwich and took a bite. Harry noted how his jaw-muscles moved as he chewed his food.

The Slytherin took smaller bites than he did himself, Harry thought, as Malfoy took another bite into his mouth. Harry did the same, only his one was larger.

They continued their little staring contest until Harry had finished his sandwich. Somehow it felt stupid to continue when he was done eating. Harry sent one last glare in Malfoy's direction, before standing up. The blond looked away too.

He actually felt a little less tired now. Maybe eating some food had helped.

"Ron, are you done eating?" Harry asked. But Ron was still eating – his plate full of food. That boy had a huge appetite. Harry grinned.

"I'm done," said Dean and stood up.

"Ey, waid pfor mhe," Ron swallowed. "I'm nearly done."

"Yeah, right, look at your plate," grinned Dean.

"It's almost empty!"

Harry watched as Ron stuffed his face with all the food he could have in his mouth.

"Fee," the redhead managed to spit out with his mouth full of food.

Dean laughed. "God, Ron, sometimes you are revolting. I can't believe we're friends with you!"

"Yeah, sometimes I think the same," Harry teased.

A/N: Erm… remember me? I know you all hate me by now… I'm so terribly sorry, but life has kept me busy.

I disappear for ages and then I give you this? –dies- such a crappy and boring chapter! I promise it'll get more interesting in the next chapter! And there'll be more Harry/Draco moments!

Okay, now to something completely different – I forgot one of my betas email ///// If you are reading this, bbyluv, and you still want to be my beta – please email me!

Every time I promise that the next chapter will come sooner, I end up screwing up everything – so this time I won't promise anything, maybe that'll actually make me upload sooner for a change…