A/N: I've been writing fic for years now, but I've never actually posted any of it. It all sits in a large folder on my laptop (Genevieve), never seeing the light of day. I decided that's gotta change. I'm starting here and I'm starting small. Please give me honest reviews, they're all appreciated. Don't go easy on me. :)
This was meant to be part of a much larger fic, but I abandoned it in favor of completing a different Drarry fic. So all I have is this little morsel.
So, here it is...
Draco thrust into Harry again, harder. Pushing, dying, needing to be as deep inside the boy as he possibly could. His voice, though dripping with lust and need, was still a harsh, cruel hiss. "You feel me, Potter? Hm?"
Harry finally broke his silence, moaning Draco's name in the sweetest way. An admission of pleasure.
Draco's mouth went dry at the sound, he leaned his forehead against Harry's. Oh so carefully, he forced himself to gentle his movements. It wasn't easy, but he managed. Silently, he willed the other to open his eyes. Eyelids fluttered, emerald met silver.
Draco never even thought the words before they tumbled unbidden from his pale lips. Never once had they crossed his consciousness. But now as they filled the air he knew them to be true, with the same nagging, innocent certainty you have as a child, that there is a God. "I love you." It was more a beg than anything, a desperate plea.
Harry's lips parted slowly, confusion coating every feature of his young face.
For a moment he wished he could take the words back. This was not safe. This was freefalling from the top of the world, knowing the depths of hell await you. His universe frosted over, an icy wasteland. He wanted to destroy the moment, return to lust and borderline abuse, where he was safe. But his eyes betrayed the pure terror in his heart.
As Malfoy began to lift his head away from Harry's, it seemed to strike the dark-haired boy all at once. He quickly placed a hand on the back of Draco's neck, and forced him down into a kiss. The cold chill of fearful anticipation was momentarily warded off by warm lips and pounding hearts. But the kiss broke, and the warmth shattered. Draco's world went dark again. He ignored the moment, pushed aside the damned confession, returning to his previous harshness.
That sound came from the other boy again. "Draco..." Once, twice, he repeated it. Drawn out in slow motion. The blonde began to feed off that voice, the way those lips slid delicately over his name. He was certain that moan was as essential to his existence as breathing. He watched Harry s mouth open, and he slammed into him, an impatient demand to hear it again.
"Draco! I love you..."
Draco Malfoy fell apart and was made whole in the same moment.
It didn't cross his mind that Harry could be lying. He knew he wasn't. This love was a pure, unquestionable, divine truth. His world spun around this moment, the axis by which he defined the worth of all other things.
And there it is, the first time any of my writing has ever hit the internet. Let the nervousness commence! Hope you enjoy it. :)