Denial
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the related characters. All I own is this fucked up plot.
This story is SLASH! It's about love, hate, and passion between Harry and Draco who are two guys. If you can't handle that than screw you. If this disgusts you than please hit the back button.
Harry Potter sleepily sat up and pulled on his glasses. It was four thirty in the morning! He knew he wouldn't be able to go back to sleep and a nice long relaxing ride on his broom sounded good. He quietly dressed and gathered his broom and headed out to the Quidditch field.
Draco Malfoy was already there. He was showing off even though no one was there. What a prick. Well Harry wasn't about to let him ruin his morning. He mounted his broom and practiced his Wronski Feint, oblivious to Draco.
"Hey there Scarhead!"
"Hello Draco."
"Enjoying yourself are you?" Draco leered. It slowly began to rain, but Harry kept on flying and Draco kept on taunting him.
"I was," Harry said irritably. He stopped in midair and turned away from Draco. Swiftly and blindly Draco knocked into Harry's broom causing him to fall. For a split second Harry hovered in the air and grabbed onto Draco's robes, bringing him down as well.
With a thud they landed on the wet grass, Draco on top of Harry. It was a scene that Draco had fantasized about for years, part of his obsession/yearning. His lips dripping wet he kissed Harry as passionately as he could. He felt a fire rip through him and then he kissed him again.
"What are you doing?!" Harry yelled, pushing Draco off.
"I-I-I-"
"Your really fucked up you know that?" Disgustedly Harry stormed off toward the castle, trying not think about how good that felt.
Draco didn't go to breakfast that morning. He couldn't bear to face Harry after seeing the look of disgust on his face. Screw that Potter! He was just a stupid git who managed to be totally sexy and appealing. Stop it Draco, he told himself. He would find a way to sort this out.
Two days later Harry sat at the dinner table swishing his food across the plate.
"Harry what's the matter?" Hermione asked. She put her arm across his back, but he shook it off. "You've hardly been yourself lately. We're worried about you," she said, gesturing to Ron.
"I'm fine! Just leave me alone!" He ran down to the dungeons, half hoping to see Draco.
A swift arm pulled him into Dungeon 3. It was Draco.
"What are you doing?" Harry yelped, trying to pull away. But Draco's grasp was too tight for him to pull free.
"Listen Potter- I mean Harry I think we should talk," Draco proposed. He pressed Harry to the wall, forcing him to look at him.
"We have nothing to talk about," Harry said plainly.
"What about that other night when we kissed?"
"I don't want to talk about that Draco. It was sick and wrong and I just want to forget it."
"I don't," Draco said, his voice breaking. "Look Harry when I kissed you I felt something and I know you felt it too!"
"You're right I did," Harry admitted. "I liked it, okay! That scares me."
"It shouldn't," Draco said. He let go of Harry. "You can go now." But Harry didn't go. Instead he seized Draco and kissed him, full on the mouth. Draco slipped his arms around Harry's waist while Harry placed his hands on the back of Draco's head, pressing his mouth harder against his.
"What are you doing?" a shrill voice screamed. It was Hermione. And Ron.
A/N: Ha ha! Bit of cliffhanger there! I'll definitely update this don't worry. In the meantime read my other stories. Please review! This is my first D/H fic so sorry if it sucks. All flames will be used for Draco to roast marshmallows for Harry.