Disclaimer – I do not own anything of Harry Potter…oh the fun I could have with Draco and Harry if I did (cackles as Draco and Harry cower from Varyssa).
A/N - Again, work in progress so bear with me x
Love and Blood
Harry would never understand it. If he lived to a hundred and relived that moment again and again in his head he would never be able to figure it out. He had made his way into the Slytherin common room under the invisibility cloak, Malfoy had been acting suspiciously recently and Harry was determined to find out so he followed Malfoy to the deserted common room, saying silent thank yous that all save about three Slytherins had gone home for Christmas. Anyway, Malfoy hadn't been doing much, he went up to his dormitory which was completely empty and began to work on an essay of some kind. Harry was beginning to get bored and so he rested on the bed, waiting for something to happen. Something did haooen, but it wasn't what Harry was expecting nor wanted. Somehow Malfoy found Harry, pulling the cloak off him and the slanging match began. They shouted at each other using every insult ever though up by man until Harry went to far and shouting something about Lucius Malfoy, forced Malfoy to raise his fist. Harry caught it and that was when it got strange.
Harry had blocked the punch, he was furious, Malfoy more so. Both of them were ready to go another for another round of argument but it never happened. Harry was unsure which of them made the first move but it didn't matter, because regardless of who made that first move the other responded and somehow or another they ended up in Draco Malfoy's bed.
That was how it started, but still neither of them could understand it. One moment they were hating each other as keenly as they had ever done, the next they were stealing passionate kisses whenever someone wasn't looking, running off to their own private places to be alone and without interruption.
The hate that had existed between them for all those years changed in an instant and Harry had never been so in love. Love with Ginny had been soft and affectionate, it had been gentle and soothing. Love with Draco was completely different, it was harsh and brutal and it had hit with enough force to make them bleed.
And Harry would have it no other way. Both of them were madly possessive of each other, Pansy Parkinson and Ginny had received more than their share of death glares from Harry and Draco respectively. Both of them were sometimes so violent with each other they left bruises across their bodies. Neither of them had ever known something so volatile, so dangerous and yet so loving.
Theirs would never be the kind of love to keep you warm on a cold day, no theirs was a far more violent and passionate affair, their love could draw blood and neither of them wanted anything else.
End