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AN: This is my first attempt at D/H. I hope I did the pair justice. Please review!
Unhealthy Obsession
Draco Malfoy had never seen Harry Potter wandering around in this part of the castle, with the exception of Potions classes. The dungeons were far too dark and damp for the noble Gryffindors to ever feel the need to be there. But Potter was here, at midnight nonetheless.
Draco had watched him leave Snape's office and was now walking ten paces behind him. He narrowed his eyes as he watched the boy stroll down the hall as if he owned the place. Potter had always been too arrogant for his own good, ever since the first day on the train when he had thought himself too good to be friends with a Malfoy.
Well Draco had made up for that in the last sixth years. He had been Potter's shadow, always making sure he knew where his enemy stood and making Potter's life miserable, just for the fun of it. And maybe partly for revenge.
Draco decided he no longer wanted to be silent and as the boy was about to round a corner, Draco shouted, "Hey, Potter! Where are the Weasel and the Mudblood? Did you give your chaperones the night off?"
Potter ignored him and continued to walk. Draco sneered. No one ignored a Malfoy. "Hey Potter! I heard about your godfather. He snuffed it, eh? Bet you didn't feel so tough then."
Draco smirked, satisfied, as Harry stopped and then turned around slowly. "Shut your mouth, Malfoy," he said, enunciating every word.
This was what Draco enjoyed with Potter; the taunting, the jabs, the reactions. It was a game, and a fun one. Resisting the urge to break out in a genuine smile Draco stated, "Don't tell me what to do, Potter."
Potter opened his mouth to respond, but Draco never heard the words. A meow was heard and both boys looked down near their feet to see Mrs. Norris mewing jovially, as if she knew she was getting them in trouble and was only too happy to do it.
Draco knew Filch was only seconds away. He ducked into a narrow corridor, took a left turn, and then tapped three stones on the wall. He heard footsteps behind him as the wall opened to reveal the smallest of spaces, just big enough for one person to stand in.
Draco hurried into the space, hoping Filch had not seen him. However, it was not Filch, but Potter who appeared after Draco had heard the stones being tapped once again. "Go away, Potter," Draco hissed. "How did you know about this anyway?"
"I didn't," he said coldly. "You showed me." With that, the other boy stepped inside, forcing Draco to budge up and stand pressed against the wall. Both boys were silent as they heard running and meowing outside the door. When the noises had passed, Potter breathed a sigh of relief, but did not dare open the door in case Filch was only one passage away.
"Why did you follow me anyway?" Draco muttered. "You could have found your own hiding spot, Potter."
"No I couldn't have," Potter said, turning around so they were face-to-face. "I don't know anywhere to hide down here, but I figured you would."
Draco stared into the face he hated so much, uncomfortable aware of how close they were. He could feel the other boy's ragged breathing on his face, and their bodies were touching slightly. Draco swallowed a mouthful of air, beginning to feel the need to get out into an open space, away from Potter.
Suddenly, Potter raised his gaze from the ground to Draco's eyes. They stared at each other, not blinking. The emotion between them was almost tangible and Draco thought if he were to reach out his arm, he would be able to feel the hate that was emanating from them.
Draco felt as if Potter's cold, green eyes were piercing him through the chest and staring through him. It was an uncomfortable sort of feeling. Draco did the only thing he could do. "You know, Potter, you and your friends aren't so great."
Potter gave a derisive snort. "Yeah I kinda figured you didn't think so. And your thugs are so much better?"
"At least I've got respect," Draco said. "You have two fans."
Potter sighed and for a moment Draco thought he wasn't going to respond. "You know Malfoy, if you just took a second and looked at your-"
He had stopped talking when Draco had forced his own lips on Potter's. Draco didn't know why he did it. He only knew that the heat between them was becoming unbearable and Potter had been about to insult him again, and Draco couldn't play with the game without feeling the passion that came with it.
As soon as he started, Draco knew he wouldn't be able to stop. He kissed Potter roughly; not bothering to let the other boy come up for air and after a minute Potter began kissing back. Draco opened his mouth as they kissed and felt Potter's tongue enter his mouth, exploring.
Draco pressed his own tongue into Harry's mouth and a feeling shot through him, unlike any other kiss he had felt before. Finally, the unhealthy obsession he had had with Potter since the first day on the train to Hogwarts was being satisfied.
The space was so small the Draco had no problem getting close to Potter. He pushed the other boy up against the door and ran a hand through Potter's already messy hair.
As they kissed, Draco felt an incredible wanting for more. He tugged at the other boy's robes and was surprised to feel Potter immediately comply with his wishes. The robe fell to the floor to reveal Potter in a T-shirt and baggy pair of jeans. Draco gave a frustrated moan and suddenly wished that all the sensations he was feeling would go away for a second so he could remove Potter's shirt.
Potter seemed to get the message and fumbled to take his shirt off in a hurry. Draco took his own robes off, and then skillfully removed his dress shirt in one quick motion.
The two boys were kissing again as soon as the shirts were off. This time bare chest met with bare chest. Draco's heart was pounding so fast he was sure Potter must be able to hear it. He pressed Potter against the door harder and could feel the other boy's arousal beneath his own.
Draco kissed Potter down his neck, and over his chest, pausing only to pass his tongue over Potter's nipple. Potter groaned appreciatively and grinded his hips into Draco's.
This time it was Draco's turn to groan. He gasped quietly and Harry began a trail of kisses all the way down to his navel. Draco suppressed a moan has Potter began massaging the crotch of his pants.
Draco pressed Harry so hard against the door; he was surprised it didn't burst open. He felt his own erection press against Potter's. Potter moaned so loud that Draco felt the need to shush him, lest someone should hear a disturbance coming from the wall.
Draco put a hand to Harry's zipper and fumbled clumsily for a minute before getting it down. He inserted a hand into Potter's jeans and felt the other boy's arousal. Draco moved his hand vigorously back and forth, but soon took his hand out of Potter's jeans so he could remove them. He pulled the jeans down quickly as Potter worked to undo Draco's zipper.
After another second, both boys stood only in their boxers. They kissed again and Harry pressed hard against Draco, almost making his knees buckle. Their erections met again and Draco groaned loudly, unable to force it back.
Harry kissed Draco's chest, trailing all the way down, but this time did not stop at his navel. Instead he pulled the other boy's boxers down only slightly and kissed right above his erection.
That was when Draco decided they were still wearing too much clothing. He ripped off Harry's boxers quickly as Harry did the same to him. They kissed passionately and Draco's hands quickly found themselves between Harry's legs. He rubbed and massaged as fast as he could, Harry moaning as quietly as possible while receiving such pleasure, until Draco found his hands slightly wet.
Harry let his breath slow for a second before taking over on Draco. Draco couldn't even begin to marvel at who was doing this to him. He could only concentrate on Harry's hand moving steadily back and forth on his erection. Draco gripped Harry's arm painfully as he reached climax.
Both boys backed away from each other as much as they could in the tiny space. Draco was breathing heavily as he picked up his boxers, sneaking glances at Harry's sweaty body.
They dressed slowly. Neither could meet the other's eyes. Potter had his hand on the doorknob, ready to leave, when Draco said, "Wait." Harry paused. "What was that all about?"
It was a moment before Potter answered. "I don't know. I thought you hated me. I thought I hated you."
"I do hate you, or at least I dislike you," Draco said truthfully, "but I'm also obsessed with you."
Harry nodded. "I dislike you too, but I'm suppose I'm also fascinated by you," he admitted.
With that, he left the space. Draco heard him jogging down the hallway and didn't leave himself until he heard the footsteps die away. Draco made his way back to the Slytherin Common Room. Perhaps his relationship with Potter would be a bit different from now on.
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