Prohibited Love

The heavy smashing sound of the entrance door to the great hall reverberated over the vast room. Harry's head immediately snapped up as the sound of murmuring in the hall increased, indicating that Malfoy was there.

Malfoy glide over the path leading to his usual seat at the Slytherin table, his robes billowing behind him almost the same way as his godfather, Snape. Harry immediately stood up straight, intending to evade the now stuffy hall. Muttering his farewell to both Hermione and Ron, hastily he gathered all his belongings and made his way to potion class.

When he was safe behind the gigantic door of potion's classroom he leaned with his back to the door, sighing in exhaustion. His eyes automatically snapped shut as he remembered how Malfoy had looked in the great hall. His heartbeat increased its frantic thumping as memories of last night pervade his mind. He could remember the musky scent that clung on Malfoy's lanky body, the way his ligament tautened as he drove himself deep into Harry's core.

Harry let out a puff of breath. He knew that last night was a mistake, he should've resisted the temptation but as he recalled the intense feeling that cascaded his mind last night, he knew that he didn't have the will to deny Malfoy anything. Harry had let his feeling for Malfoy consumed his mind, this fascination he had of Malfoy since third year should be absolved. Both of them simply did not fit. Malfoy was a pureblood who had a respected reputation in the wizarding world as old as the time itself while he was a half-blood, a boy who had neither parents nor a respected position. True he was named as the boy who lived but till when would that title last, would he still be entitle as that after his confrontation with Voldemort?

He groaned out loud as another wave of memories of Malfoy's tender administration to his neglected body struck his mind once again. Making his decision to forget about Malfoy he flickered his eyes opened, only for them to be captured by a pair of entrancing silvery orbs. It seemed that Malfoy had apparated into the room silently and Harry's mouth parted slightly as he beheld the sight before him. The sunlight shining through the window made its descent around Malfoy's beautiful form. His golden hair glow like a halo around him, making him looked much like an angel. But Harry knew better, Malfoy was far from being an angel; from the way he had laid over the white sheet of his bedcover last night, gasping loudly, begging for cessation of the incessant plundering rendered him quite the opposite, surely no holy creature could emit the vulgarities that Malfoy had yelled out of desperation last night.

Fresh tears pooled in Harry's eyes and it took all of his will in order for him to keep it from spilling, knowing that he would never had the chance to be with this wonderful man, to know that this same man would be on the other side along with Voldemort as he was expected to. In league with the person who wanted nothing but to get rid the likes of him.

Malfoy placed both of his hands on the either side of Harry's head, his mercury eyes piercing deep into Harry's emerald ones. His head inched closer and his eyes slid shut as his red lips neared Harry's. He marveled at the softness of Harry's lips, the feel of it pressing against him brought turmoil of emotions flowing into his mind but his searching lips ceased its assault as he felt the wetness on Harry's cheek. He opened his eyes abruptly, shocked to see that Harry was crying, the tears flowed in heavy streaks over his pale cheeks.

"Why are you crying Harry?" Malfoy asked gently confused as to why he was crying while raking his hand over Harry's raven hair only to settle at the back of his neck.

"Las night was naught but a mere brief affair isn't it? Solely initiate by the spur of the moment, after this you'll fling me away as you did with the others aren't you? You'll join your father and maybe murder me if you're demanded to." Harry said, in a hurt laced hoarse voice.

Malfoy started to shake his head in denial but he stopped as he apprehended the truthfulness in that statement. He was expected to follow his father's footsteps, producing an heir to continue the family's name and to serve the Dark Lord. Except that he didn't want to support the Dark Lord. He didn't want to have a life with a woman he barely knew, to have his child with her. He wanted this man before him; he wanted to be on his side and helped him as he strive to defeat the Dark Lord for the better. To divest the world of the discriminators, to have his children with him and live to anticipate his every next movement that never failed to give thug at his heart.

But he knew that all of that was too much to ask. Nothing good ever came to his life, his name was endowed with responsibilities since the day he was born. Every heir to the Malfoy fortune was expected to obey orders given to them, to never deny each command.

"No Harry no. I know that it's going to be hard for the both of us, but we can try. I will find a way to be with you. Can you not see of how I feel for you from the way I had proven it to you last night? Was I not good enough?" Malfoy asked nervously, drawing his hand away from his nape.

Harry ensnared that hand of his in a tight grip, skimming it over his fair cheek then bringing it slowly to his lips, kissing the knuckles and each fingers gently, flicking his tongue out at every contours of the aristocratic hand while shaking his head. Malfoy tipped his head back from the sensation, groaning inwardly. Retrieving his hand from Harry's delectable mouth, he instead put both of them in the thickness of his ebony hair.

Roughly he brought his mouth down onto Harry's tempting lips. Kissing the delicious mouth ardently, plunging his tongue deep into the sweet cavern of his mouth. His tongue seeking each warm crevice, rendering Harry helpless with its unremitting onslaught and Harry could only moan at the mind drugging sensation. This heart stopping activity was prolonged, coming to a halt only when the door behind Harry moved under the force from the people on the other side. They immediately scurried to their respected seat, flushing heavily as they met the questioning gaze of both the Slytherins and the Gryffindors. Blushing scarlet at Ron's gaping, Hermione's Slytherin-like smirk and Snape's raised eyebrows.

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