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A/N: HarryxDraco slash inspired by a doujinshi I had read with a title I can't remember… -whacks herself- Oh and about the title, you'd see that there is a similar fic of mine with that title, I dunno, I can't think of any, and ELIE is not helping me at all! -pouts at ELIE- But she beta-read this so yeah, thanks my lovely beta-reader and fanfic-writing partner!

Mine

Harry's POV

I only wanted to wipe out that expression from his face.

It was just that the git had gone from being a snarky bastard to a melancholy one. So much so that I missed the fights we would use to have.

How did this end this way, I wonder, as I threaded my fingers through soft blond hair and pulled his naked body closer to mine. It was only supposed to be one kiss. Just to stir things up a bit.

It went far more than I expected. Instead of the blank look he usually wore nowadays ever since we saved him from the rubbles, he had pulled back and looked at me with a ruffled, adorable, deer-on-headlights expression.

I expected him to retaliate afterwards, throw a hissy fit and maybe punch me while he's at it.

It seems I really didn't know my rival well enough, despite my obsession of him.

The next thing I knew he had closed delicate fingers over my wrist and leaned up to plant his lips to mine, and I was shocked when I felt his tongue trail over mine, plunging into my mouth.

I vaguely recall Ron telling me that the Malfoys originated from France.

I felt something stirring in me, and I knew I was not supposed to be feeling this way towards him. Emotions I had long forgotten resurfaced again. It was like we were eleven once more, filled with petty resentment and desire to one-up the other.

Not one to lose, I pulled him by the small of his back and into my arms then proceeded to ravish him senseless. Shedding him of his clothes, I was not aware that I was giving him an adoring, smitten look that was able to make him weak on the knees, his weight comfortable against me. I placed a hand on his belt and smirked at him, knowing that he would stop me from going further.

He didn't.

I knew then that I should have stopped, and being the Gryffindor that I was I had not planned this far along. While I prepared him I could sense that he was biting back discomfort, eyes tightly shut and face buried on my shoulder. Out of unwanted concern I asked him if he wanted me to stop.

He said no.

He pulled back his head and gazed at me with tear-filled eyes, looking through my soul with his plainly visible through those grey orbs. My heart skipped a beat, and my resolve broke at such a sight.

I knew then, in my heart, that I wanted him.

I made love to him that night. The room had been filled with nothing but his soft moans and whimpers and my groans, calling each other's name out.

He had fallen asleep afterwards, his head on my shoulder and his smaller body pressed up against mine.

I wonder when things had started to change.

I buried my nose on his hair and planted a kiss on that silken head.

I realized then how adorable Draco Malfoy is, and he's mine.

Finite.


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