Irreversible: A Meeting
A Drarry Fanfiction

Notes: It may be a oneshot, it may be more. In honesty, I have an entire idea behind this, which kind of developed in the process and after the process of getting this written. I think it depends both on my motivation, time (of which I have little), and.. well reviews I guess :)

Basically, the long and the short of it is... I thought... Harry and Draco's first meeting huh? Let's make it SEXY. Set, so far, in BOOK ONE (CHRIST THAT WAS A LONG TIME AGO), and I really hope you like it :)
The content is subject to change and editing, and, dear me I want to continue this. Let's wait and see huh!

Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, no one would die and every one would be gay.

Harry entered the shop nervously. The heavy scent of fabric in heat washed over him as a slightly plum woman tottered over.
"Hogwarts too?" She asked kindly, sensing his fright. When Harry nodded slightly, his face pale, she ushered him to follow. "I am Madame Malkins," She explained, dropping him a pleasant wink. "We have the works over here, got another young lad getting fitted up now. Do come along. Alone?" It seemed a rhetorical question, and for a moment Harry longed for Hagrid to appear in all his large-boned jolliness.

Without speaking – he was, in truth, too nervous to – Harry trailed after the women into a fitting room at the back. A young boy, his own age, was already there, having his robes lifted and measured by a witch with a wart on her lip, and a tape measure that floated of its own accord. He had a thin, pale face, and white blond hair that stopped in soft tendrils just above his blond eyebrows.

Harry stood on the step that Madame Malkins indicated, and smothered a sudden chuckle as the tape measure shivered with interest and darted over to him. It took a few measurements, then flew over to one side of the room, and returned with a length of fabric longer than he was tall. It dropped the black fabric over his head.

"Hogwarts, is it?" The boy next to him asked. He had a lazy, long drawl.

"Uh, yes," Harry spoke for the first time upon entering, appraising his blunt fingernails. He was slightly intimidated by the feline confidence of the other boy. He turned when his companion didn't say anything, and saw half-lidded grey eyes appraising him.

"I haven't seen you around before."

"It's a big world," Harry said. Of course he wouldn't, he thought to himself bitterly, the Dursleys had all but succeeded in hiding this part of his life from him.

The boy shrugged off the robes as the witch stuck the last pin in. "I'll take them," he said to her, hopping off the stool and turning back to Harry once she'd bustled out of the small room. Harry stepped down from his stool as well, and noted that they were both around the same height. The boy stuck out a hand. "Draco," he drawled.

Harry shook it. "Harry."

The blonde boy didn't let go. His thumb slid over the back of Harry's hand, and the brunet tried to retract the suddenly limp body part. The slim boy was apparently stronger than he looked, for the slender fingers closed like a vice around his wrist.

"Mmm."

Harry looked nonplussed as Draco's eyes narrowed, and then the blushed flicker of a tongue swiped his lower lip. The boy released his hand and stalked closer, and then closer again. Harry's brain struggled; he took a few steps backwards as the boy hunted him. The robes the tape measure had dropped on him a few seconds earlier were far too long, and as he took a large step back in his haste, his heel landed on the long hem and he stumbled. Draco caught him by the collar of the robes with a sharp rip of fabric and, using Harry's immobility, dragged his face up to meet his.

Harry wiggled desperately and popped his head out of the neck hole, widened by the tear. He got caught in the enveloping robes a few times as he struggled, until he finally fell out of the fabric with a forward roll. He used his knee to shove himself up, but a hand grabbing the collar of his shirt tipped him over balance. Harry slammed against Draco's chest with enough force to wind the other boy.

They both crashed to the floor, and Harry rolled over, but was surprised by Draco following suit. With Harry on all fours, and Draco straddling him like one would a pony, Harry attempted another desperate wriggle and roll.

It seemed though, as all of Draco's weight dropped onto Harry's stomach and knocked the air out of him, that the blond had gotten him exactly where he wanted him. Stunned briefly, Draco used Harry's paralysis to lean down and seize the brunette's lips in a savage lock.

Shocked, the captured boy hissed and thrashed, tossing his head from side to side. He managed to free himself from Draco's mouth and knock one of his legs, but with a hiss of pure rage erupting from the pale throat, Harry felt a sudden unexpected weight pin his limbs to the floor.

When he looked up again, a thin halo of light surrounded his captor. Draco's eyes were alight with a vengeful rage, before the light faded. Harry's limbs remained stuck.

Seizing Harry's jaw with one hand, the blonde roughly crushed his lips against the other boy's. A battle raged between them until, with a growl, Draco clenched his hands around the captive boy's jaw and forced his mouth open. He then delved his tongue in with a satisfied moan, exploring his captive's wet cavern with sweet ecstasy. As he plundered his prisoner's mouth, his other hand wandered. Fingernails scraped down the wiry arms and thin torso and bunched in the dark green shirt Harry wore, until with the protesting tear of buttons, it ripped open.

Harry tried to moan for help around Draco's devouring tongue, and bucked his hips to try and throw off the other boy. The blond first groaned in pleasure as Harry's muffled complaint hummed on his tongue, and then as Harry's hip thrust collided with his groin, he hissed a lustful gasp, and his wandering hand began to move to a whole lower level.

Harry's shriek was consumed by the blond as his hand fisted and bunched in the lower section of his jeans, and toyed and played with what it found there. Tears, hot and heavy, rolled down his pale cheeks. Draco was oblivious, his brow furrowed in mindless bliss as he abandoned the imprisoned boy's crotch and slid a hand under his arse, slamming his hips up to grind against his own. They dry-humped savagely for a while, Draco hissing and moaning his shuddering pleasure into Harry's captured mouth. Their tongues battled as Harry tried vainly to push the imposing organ out, but when he was defeated, Draco pushed it so far into his throat that the brunet nearly gagged.

The friction of their jeans was driving Draco into a frenzy, and Harry into an uncomfortable, unwilling prickly heat. The blond arched his hips up and drove them down with violence into the other boy's; driving and thrusting like a boar in heat.

With extreme effort and concentration, Harry peeled one hand from the invisible bonds holding him down and slammed weakly against Draco's chest, his movements uneven from his uncontrolled, unwanted libido.

If anything, it turned on the boy's mad lust even more, but just as his flashing, lust-clouded grey eyes met Harry's reproachful green ones, footsteps were heard in the corridor. As they clicked closer, Draco roughly dragged the shirt off to reveal Harry's shoulder and colour bone, flushed from the colour creeping down his neck, and before Harry could shout, sunk his incredibly sharp teeth into the skin there.

With a little mewl, Harry bucked and rolled and wiggled and, finding his limbs free, desperately battled to get the blond off of him. They ended up in a tangle of limbs, Draco's teeth still clamped on Harry's neck in a vampiric manner.

The footsteps approached.

Draco unattached and disentangled himself from Harry at a record speed, straightened his own clothing before dragging Harry's startled and unresponsive body off the ground. He half lifted, half pushed him onto the stool and threw the ripped robes over him. He had just enough time to wriggle under the expanse of black fabric and suck the beading blood from the bite marks on the curve of his neck before he removed himself with a whisk and a lovingly long stroke between Harry's legs. The brunet squirmed unwillingly. He flicked his hair, which settled casually about his face, tugged his jumper down, and opened the door just as Madame Malkins was reaching for it.

"Ah Mister Malfoy," she said, "Your robes are packed."

"Excellent," he replied formally, his tone a touch on the cool side. He turned to Harry before he exited the room, and his bored face immediately sparked into a fiery life. His grey irises scorched as they dragged over Harry's mussed hair. "I shall look forward to seeing you at school… Potter." He left the room with a drawling laugh. The stinging bite on Harry's shoulder tingled.

"Well Mister Potter, let's have you," Madame Malkins said crisply as she walked towards him, until she saw the state of the robes. "My, my," she exclaimed, "Did you boys get into a tousle or something?!"

"Or something…" Harry mumbled.

"Well you get those off, and I shall run and get more fabric," She said primly, and bustled back out again.

Harry flinched at every noise from behind the door, expecting those heated, stormy eyes to appear in that pale oval of a face and that flickering, sinful tongue. "Malfoy," he spat, "Mister Malfoy."

He threw off the ruined fabric and hastily swiped his hand over the wound. They came away a shiny red. Panicking, Harry debated wiping them on his jeans, and then stuck them in his mouth and laved off the blood with his tongue. The iron was strong, but there was something else in the taste that he couldn't detect. Quickly, as he heard Madame Malkins approaching again, he buttoned up his shirt and wiggled his jeans back into place, and tried to look normal as she swept through the door again.

And all he could think was Malfoy… Malfoy.