Disclaimer: I own nothing, this is purely fanfiction by a deranged mind. I've edited this chapter for now based on the amount of errors I have picked up. Keep in mind, I believe I was in 9th grade when I wrote this so I apologize for my ENGRISH. I've decided to make it a little more smutty sounding (yes yes I'm a sucker for fics which have the main characters get it on, enough said) So without further ado…
Chapter one: The sound
Draco leaned back against the wall with his eyes closed as a soft tickling sensation ghosted across the base of his neck. He didn't know where he was but he didn't care. Long, slender fingers crept their way around his chest and clasped themselves together at his back. Draco shuddered at this touch, trying hard to keep his eyes closed. He felt them trail down his back and draw lazy circles softly with their fingernails.
A pair of soft lips touched his, parting them with an eager tongue, ravishing him. He felt as if this feeling could last forever and couldn't stand it any longer prying his eyes open to the assailant. His grey eyes came in contact with a pair of emerald green ones.
"Potter…?" Draco sucked in his breath as Harry leaned forward with those luscious lips…
He shot up straight in his bed breathing heavily, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead. Draco cursed himself for having those sordid fantasies, he just couldn't figure out why Potter-boy was invading his thoughts in THAT way. Any remotely sexual thoughts were always reserved for blank faces and hot bodies, definitely not Harry-fucking-Potter.
He got out of bed running his fingers through his hair; he glanced around his room, glad that he had the privacy most teenagers in Hogwarts never got. His Father had made it clear that Draco deserved to have a room to himself and after many complaints, he got what he asked for.
The four poster bed had dark green hangings made of thick silky material and green bed spreads to match. He had his own bathroom made entirely of marble and the walls of his room were onyx black with a large feature wall presenting the Slytherin symbol in silver.
Draco stepped out onto the cool surface of the floor and stared out at the moon which illuminated the room with a ghostly pale light. His features had developed a fair bit over the years at Hogwarts, his blonde hair was longer but still slicked back, his grey eyes slightly duller than his first years and his height was a considerable amount taller than the previous years.
He placed his fingers on the window frame and stared out at the dark night, it was a snowy night and judging from the frost that had formed on the window pane, a very cold one at that. He took a quick glance at his watch, 12 am. He licked his dry lips and reached over for his robes, there wasn't anything wrong with a midnight stroll; after all, he couldn't get any sleep so it was just natural.
Clasping the top of his Slytherin robes together and grabbing his wand, Draco muttered the password and headed out into the corridor.
Maybe it was something to do with the dream or something about the night but the blonde haired boy was rather preoccupied with his thoughts and he supposed that the faint music playing in the background had something to do with it.
He stopped thinking about the night for a minute and tried to cut the thoughts with something else, why he was here for the holidays and not at the manor with his family, but that strange music was flowing through his mind and he was quite sure that it wasn't just part of his bizarre thoughts.
Curious as to what it might be, he followed it, recognizing it as an instrumental piece by the name of Cannon in D; His father had taught him a bit in music as it was what kept the wizarding parties in progress.
He had learned to distinguish the sounds of certain instruments that muggles had created over the generations and was fascinated by the fact that they could produce such a sound of melody.
How they manage to survive days without magic, I'll never figure out Draco thought to himself as he rounded the corner, the sound was much louder from this view point and he recognized it immediately as the low melody of the cello.
It was coming from the classroom on the right, one in which he had never seen before but instead of walking away like he usually would have, curiosity got the upper-hand and he pushed the door open a crack.
He would've expected to see a ghost or a teacher playing the large wooden instrument but definitely not a student. He saw the back of the student facing him, a rather tall slim male with messy jet black hair but Draco couldn't really tell for it was pitch black in the room except for a tiny candle providing light to the notes scattered on the table.
Draco tilted his head for a moment, taking in the beautiful music, he suddenly remembered how much he loved the composition from the very first time he heard it on the wizarding network.
As quiet as a mouse, he slipped into the classroom and took a seat upon one of the tables in the dark corners, the sound blended in with the snow beating against the windows. The student bowed his last note and leaned back in his chair and Draco could just tell he was grinning at the accomplishment.
The boy transfigured his cello to the size of a pea and pocketed it; he started to collect up his notes when he heard a little shuffle in the corner, his eyes shot up and saw Draco sitting calmly on the bench top. The blonde haired boy almost fell off the table when he saw who the musician was- none other than Harry Potter. The damn boy had to plague his imagination AND his reality.
The boy's emerald green eyes connected with his own as they both blurted out:
"What are you doing here?"
Draco slid off the table and tried his best to cover up his look of surprise with one of debonair; Harry however, maintained his surprised look letting it all sink it before a thought crossed his mind.
"How long have you been sitting there, Malfoy?" said Harry in a voice halfway between a choke and a squeak, his hands had shook slightly at the accusation, scattering a few of the notes across the dusty floor.
"Long enough Potter, long enough" replied Draco with one of his infamous evil smirks "So do you always sneak out this late at night to serenade the owls?"
Harry's eyes turned stern "I have permission from Professor Dumbledore to practice here, so I wouldn't classify it as sneaking around"
"Be that as it may, I don't particularly care," the blonde haired boy shrugged and proceeded to turn away before glancing back to see a bewildered green eyed boy staring back at him, he smirked again. "But I'm sure that the rest of the school would just LOVE to know what a feminine man Harry Potter really is"
"Really Malfoy? Is that the best you got? So playing an instrument immediately subjects me to being feminine?" Harry replied scathingly, bending over to pick up his papers, forgetting about his sudden fear of being ousted to the school as a musician "If that is the case then why not just scream it at the top of your lungs, see if I care"
Harry tucked his music notes under his arm and attempted to storm out but lightning seeker reflexes stopped him from walking further, Draco had grasped his elbow and pulled him closer.
"Let go of me, Malfoy" spat Harry as he tried to wrench his arm away from the boy, but instead, Draco pulled him closer and whispered maliciously into his ear "Be careful what you wish for Potter, it just might come true"
The black haired boy shoved Draco away with both hands on his chest, the sound of paper fluttering was heard once again, Harry glared at the boy seriously contemplating hexing that stupid smirk off his face.
"Leave me alone, you git" snarled the green eyed boy as he bent down to pick up the papers, Draco stepped on the one that Harry was about to pick up and crouched down to his level. A glower that could bring a giant to its knees was thrown back and forth from green to grey.
"What if I don't want to?" he retorted with a sneer, he didn't know why, but he enjoyed seeing the boy-who-lived get angry, there was something so unbelievably sexy about it. Seeing it in his dreams was one thing, seeing it in real life was much more. Maybe it was all the boasting and abuse but at that moment Harry's eyes changed from anger to something akin to lust, and with that the line between the physical and the figurative became blurred. Draco's façade fell and he stepped back.
"Well then, I'll just have to make you" there was something seductive about the way Harry stood up and placed the papers on the table. His hand lingered atop the pile with the other one reaching out and grabbing Draco's cloak front. Almost as if he were going to… Draco took a quick glance down at the Gryffindor's wand poking out from the hem of his sleeve.
"What now Potter? You going to hex me?" Draco said with a glance to the floor, there were about three more papers scattered with their footprints. He searched the other boy's face for signs of fear or warning about what he was about to do next, if he was going to throw a hex point blank at his face then Draco wasn't so sure he would be able to throw it off but the sheer thought of getting into a tussle with Potter boy was enough to get him off for the entire week, especially after all the dreams he'd been having lately.
"I would love to hex you but that would be too easy, don't you think?" Harry said, drawing his face closer to Draco's ear "I'd rather try another tactic" and with that he bit the other boy's ear.
Draco almost jumped out of his skin when that happened, it wasn't as if Potter had nibbled his ear, no he BIT it hard and from what Draco could hear from the throaty chuckle, he had enjoyed it. The sadistic bastard.
"What the FUCK Potter?" he pushed the boy away (which, granted, he should have done earlier before the whole ear biting incident) and rubbed his left ear tenderly "Are you insane?" Draco could tell that his face was beginning to show signs of a flushed nature, something most un-Malfoy like to say the least and he had every notion of getting out of this hell hole, taking back what he had thought about tussling with the now crazy biting Potter.
"Maybe a little" was the reply, before trading off a second rate smirk. Harry licked his lips and Draco's eyes trained on the pink flesh that protruded so delicately from those parted lips and retracted that last statement from his mind, Potter could ravish him with his teeth all he wanted, pain or no pain.
Maybe it was the fact that Harry had made the first knowing move, maybe it was the whole taunting business but there was something brewing in the air that night. Draco could just feel the tension crackling in the air.
"You like boys don't you Malfoy?" without even looking at the boy, Draco knew he was smirking HIS smirk. He could feel those eyes just trailing over his body and shuddered not from disgust but from the thought of his dreams.
"A bit rich coming from someone who just BIT my ear" he muttered back, and then he felt the hands that should have hexed him the first time, grab his and tilt his chin up.
Grey eyes.
Green eyes.
He didn't know how it happened, or why it happened, but Draco found himself lip locked with the Boy-Who-Lived, abandoning all thoughts of ridicule and random moments, he just felt.
The soft lips which in his dream, were tentative and composed, were fierce and aggressive in reality. If anything, filled with an unwavering passion that he hadn't felt from anyone in his 17 years at Hogwarts and as fast as it had begun, it stopped instantaneously.
Harry's face came out flustered, lips pink and luscious, green eyes glassy from lust and from what Draco could make of it, confusion.
"Well… that was interesting to say the least" Draco composed himself and made his way to the door straightening out his robes, he turned to face the boy "You could have potential in you yet Potter, but your kiss is atrocious. You're lucky you look bloody good when you blush"
With that, Draco disappeared into the corridor leaving Harry to think about whether his last comment was supposed to be a compliment or an insult.