Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Written for a contest on "If we die for them, I will kill you, Harry" a facebook fan page.
Obsession:
This obsession had to stop. Harry could see people getting bored – or were they bored all along? He had turned into what could essentially be categorized as a stalker; following Malfoy about the castle. But Malfoy wouldn't get away this time, Harry had him cornered.
"The Room of Requirement!" Harry whispered triumphantly. "Of course."
But as the mystery of Malfoy's whereabouts unfolded Harry knew he couldn't lie to himself any longer. Yes he wanted to know what the blonde was up to, but somehow Harry's hatred and obsession had morphed: these feelings of hostility had turned to passion. Harry couldn't explain it even to himself.
He hadn't realized he was in the Room of Requirement (he had been absorbed in his own musings) until he saw the blonde.
"Potter?" Malfoy's voice was shocked.
"What are you doing Malfoy?"
"None of your business Potter!" Malfoy's wand was raised defensively.
"Malfoy. You're better than this." Harry said the words before he thought them but he believed them.
Malfoy seemed just as taken aback.
"Whatever Potter."
"Honestly Malfoy." Harry lowered his wand taking a bold step forward. "You don't have to be like them. We can be better than them."
"You're babbling is boring me Potter."
"Malfoy."
Harry had walked up close to Draco, their bodies inches apart. "What do you really want? Do you want to be this? A pawn in Voldemort's game?"
Draco didn't look so confident now.
"Or do you want to think for yourself?" Draco stared down at the raven haired boy, their bodies inching closer on instinct.
"You're sticking your nose in where it doesn't belong Potter."
"Maybe." Harry did something brave then as he leaned up on his toes and put his lips to Draco's. "Or maybe it does belong there." He whispered against the pale boys lips.
Draco's stunned face worked itself into a smirk. "Maybe it does."
And their lips met again.