Playing Games (1/1)
Draco confidently strode past the other students, sneering at the mudbloods, his head held high, unaware Harry was lurking in the shadows ahead. His arm caught as he rounded the corner, causing Draco to jerk backwards with the force. He was about to turn on his attacker, and act with a vengeance, when he came face to face with Harry. Grey eyes bore into green.
"Are you ashamed of me, of us together, as a couple?" Harry ventured, quietly. Draco merely continued staring. "What's it to you, Potter?" came the answer. Harry stared back. They weren't in what could be classed as public. It was a world away from the Draco Harry knew. Rough kisses and fumbling hands passed through his mind. Two tense minutes ticked by. Harry finally breathed. "Nothing."
"Are you sure, Potter?" Draco asked with a smirk, a part of him was enjoying the game he had inadvertly started. Another game he could play with Harry, later, was also beginning to stir.
"You still haven't answered my question," Harry retorted, defiance shining in the green depths. Without warning, Draco crushed Harry against the wall, kissing him roughly, not letting up, until he decided it was probably time for them both to breathe again. Without waiting for an answer, Draco walked away, leaving Harry slouched against the wall, breathless.
Several minutes ticked by, when Harry finally realised, Draco hadn't answered his question.
The End
Draco confidently strode past the other students, sneering at the mudbloods, his head held high, unaware Harry was lurking in the shadows ahead. His arm caught as he rounded the corner, causing Draco to jerk backwards with the force. He was about to turn on his attacker, and act with a vengeance, when he came face to face with Harry. Grey eyes bore into green.
"Are you ashamed of me, of us together, as a couple?" Harry ventured, quietly. Draco merely continued staring. "What's it to you, Potter?" came the answer. Harry stared back. They weren't in what could be classed as public. It was a world away from the Draco Harry knew. Rough kisses and fumbling hands passed through his mind. Two tense minutes ticked by. Harry finally breathed. "Nothing."
"Are you sure, Potter?" Draco asked with a smirk, a part of him was enjoying the game he had inadvertly started. Another game he could play with Harry, later, was also beginning to stir.
"You still haven't answered my question," Harry retorted, defiance shining in the green depths. Without warning, Draco crushed Harry against the wall, kissing him roughly, not letting up, until he decided it was probably time for them both to breathe again. Without waiting for an answer, Draco walked away, leaving Harry slouched against the wall, breathless.
Several minutes ticked by, when Harry finally realised, Draco hadn't answered his question.
The End