Author's note: this is my first ever fan fiction. Eventually I hope to write a lemon, but maybe I should work on my writing before that. So… please review, give me all your criticism. Oh, and it is guy/guy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I wish I did.
Draco. Draco. That's all that was on Harry's mind the last weeks. But why? They were enemies, mutual hatred. But every night Harry had the same dream.
Harry was walking through a hallway, passing portraits of things that look like they are taken from Kama Sutra. At the end of the hallway, Draco was draped over a couch, only covered by a golden cloth. Draco looks like a god. Harry finally reaches the couch and Draco slowly stands up, cloth falling inch by inch down further. Draco moves in closer, pressing his lips against Harry's, pulling Harry's body closer. Draco's hand runs up and down Harry's body, unbuttoning his shirt, trailing kisses down his chest. Draco kneels and unzips Harry's pant's zipper slowly with his teeth, pulling his pants and boxers down around his ankles. Draco starts to massage Harry's butt with his hands while running his tongue down Harry's stomach.
Harry woke with a start, brutally ending the dream, just before Harry was able to ravage Draco's perfect, toned, pale body for the fifth time that week. Wait, what? Harry was in shock. Draco? Perfect? Sure he had dreams about Draco, but calling his enemy perfect?
"I'm going mad," Harry stated aloud. Only then did he realize that he was alone in the boy's dorm room. Alone… With a slight… Problem. No. He couldn't do that. What if someone walked in? Dead puppies… Think about dead puppies.
After his problem was solved (In a way he didn't like; he would have preferred if Draco was there.), he got dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a sweater from Ron's mom last Christmas and left the dorm. Only then did he remember that it was Christmas Break. The common room was empty. Hermione and Ron had gone to the Burrow. Harry felt lonely. He decided to walk the feeling off. He stepped outside of the safety of the Gryffindor tower, trying to figure out a destination, then deciding to just wing it. See where he ends up.
Harry's mind was somewhere in the clouds, his feet taking him in the most natural route they could think of. Harry's mind was on the dream, trying to figure out why it was the same one over and over again. And why Draco? Harry had to admit he didn't mind; actually, he liked it very much.
By the time he came back down to Earth, Harry found himself in front of the Slytherin dormitories. Just then, the stone wall slid open to reveal a slightly disheveled Draco. Harry took in all he could. Draco's blond locks, which Draco now wore down instead of greased up, fell luxuriously around his sharp and delicate features. Harry noticed that Draco was wearing a dress shirt, a tie, and jeans. Draco's silver eyes narrowed, perturbed by the sight in front of him.
"Yes, Harry, what would you like?" Draco said in a suspicious, but not at all unfriendly, tone.
"Um… Errr… Well… You see…" Harry mumbled, altogether surprised by the fact that Draco had said his first name. Draco gave Harry a look of confusion mixed with a bit of amusement at Harry's inability to speak around him.
"Well, seeing as you are here, and it is morning, and I doubt you have eaten, we shall walk down to the Great Hall together. Are you able to walk?" Draco said with laughter in his eyes as well as his words. Harry looked flustered and flummoxed and stuttered out a few excuses, all of which Draco ignored as he grabbed Harry's hand unexpectedly and led him to the Great Hall. Harry couldn't think. He was too perplexed by the strong, slender hand that was holding onto his. What had gotten into Draco? He was acting very strange… Harry decided to just go with the flow, but be on guard. Who knows what kind of trickery Draco is up to this time.
They reached the Great Hall and Harry felt Draco's warm hand leave his, much to Harry's dislike. There were only a handful of people, most of them the teachers, scattered around the only table in the middle of the hall. A few Ravenclaws, one or two Hufflepuffs, and a few giggly Slytherin girls. Harry was surprised to see that he was the only Gryffindor and that Draco was the only male Slytherin. Harry wondered where everyone was. Draco looked around, then grabbed on of the loops on Harry's pants, leading him to an unoccupied part of the table. Harry blushed, but no one seemed to notice them.
Draco sat down and Harry followed his lead. For the rest of the breakfast they didn't speak, but Harry kept glancing over at Draco, who was smirking slightly. Halfway into his eggs, Harry felt a hand stroking his leg. Harry's breath caught in his throat, and Draco chuckled. For the next twenty minutes, Harry was curling and uncurling his toes, trying not to moan as Draco's fingers drew circles, getting ever so slightly closer towards Harry's crotch. Harry noticed that the Great Hall was filling up with more people who had decided to sleep in. He looked at Draco, who was staring off into space, but still drawing circles on Harry's leg. Harry took a deep breath, stood up swiftly, and walked as calmly, but as swiftly, as he could.
Just as Harry rounded a corner at the end of the hall, someone grabbed him by the collar, dragging him into the darkness.
So, how was my first attempt at romance? What should I do differently?