Prologue

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The clouds grew darker with each passing second, laden with what could only be furious tumults of clear liquid. Icy and frigid, rain that pinched the skin, obscured the vision, that sent most sane people running for cover like racing drops of water on a windowpane. The wind howled, in a constant battle with the ever-threatening sounds of thunder rumbling and reverberating across the vast expanse of earth surrounding the area.

And yet the storm was seemingly forgotten to him. Or ignored. In either case, Draco continued to stride out into the openness, his lithe build allowing him to cover a significant distance, and his movements somehow still graceful.

Then again everything about him emanated graceful. Purposeful. That was what the blond Slytherin was. No matter how angry. No matter how irritated. A quintessential serpent, almost synonymous to a prowling cat, though Draco would curse the man that compared him to a kitty.

Nonetheless, there was no denying he was quite a sight. Even if he was outraged.

"Malfoy!"

Draco could hear someone treading behind him. Running. He quickened his pace.

"Malfoy, stop it already!"

Draco gave heed to the roars of nature and surged forward even faster.

"Fuck, Draco wait up!"

Fucking Potter. Always the idiotic Gryffindor. So maybe this camp thing had taken its toll on their … strained relationship. Hell, who was he kidding? Analytically speaking, he'd wanted to befriend Harry since the day he'd met him. And now they were just that, friends. Until—

"Stupefy!"

Draco felt his body stumble, his limbs giving out beneath him as he crashed into the now muddy terrain. Bloody idiot, I'm going to—

"Enervate. I'm sorry, Malfoy, but you wouldn't let me—"

"What part of 'leave me the fuck alone' did you not understand?"

Harry shook his head, and his emerald eyes seemed to almost glint with something behind his rain-spattered glasses. "You know I can't do that. Not anymore. Here, let me help you up—"

Draco pushed his offered hand away aggressively, spitting at him simultaneously. "Don't fucking touch me."

"But Draco—"

Draco heaved himself up hastily and pulled out his wand. "If you know what's good for you, you'll let me be, Potter." He winced slightly when a look of stabbing hurt crossed those emerald eyes, but his arm didn't falter. No, he would not show weakness.

"So that's how it's going to be then?"

"That's how it's always been, Potter."

Harry's fists clenched and his expression turned steely. "Things are changed now, Draco. There are no sides to choose anymore. We don't have to go back to hating each other. And these past months are more proof of that. You don't have to prove anyth—"

"Fuck these past months. And fuck you. I should have known better than to befriend the Boy Wonder."

"You don't mean that. You're just angr—"

"Fuck yeah I'm angry! And quit fucking looking at me like a pathetic girl. You've hated me before so you can hate me again."

"I never hated—"

"I'm done. Just shut up and go back to the cabin." He turned to leave with a disgusted scowl when suddenly—

"Oof!"

—Harry tackled him to the ground.

"What are you—get the fuck off me!"

"If you want to be a fucking prat, then fine."

"Bloody Gryffindor, I'm going to hex you into the next life!"

They squirmed on the ground, mud and rain splashing around their struggling bodies as they moved back and forth beneath the stormy sky.

"Bastard! You can't even fight like a girl!"

"Well at least I don't look like one!" Harry conveniently grabbed the back of his now brown-splattered hair and slammed it back into the muddy ground.

"Your humor tickles me, Potter, it really does. Try this for size." Draco returned the act by shoving Harry's face directly into the water-drenched dirt, covering his spectacles in a glossy sheen of dark chocolate.

Luckily the rain wiped them clean in time for Draco's next blow. Harry managed to grab hold of the swinging limb and twisted it at the last minute.

"Arrggh!"

Using his advantage, Harry quickly pulled Draco's other arm and straddled him from behind, one of Dudley's signature moves. The victim of years of bullying finally seemed to have paid off.

Draco struggled, but to no avail. He'd just been caught off guard. Finally after about thirty seconds, he laughed bitterly. "Alright, so you got me. What next, Potter? Are you going to report me? Wait, let me guess, you're going to let the mudblood—"

"Don't call her that."

"Call her what? A mudbloo—" he was caught short as Harry shoved his faced straight back into the mud, leaving him to simmer for a good five seconds before bringing him back up.

Draco sputtered angrily. "Oh how very mature, Potter! Still pining over her too I see—"

"Why did you get so angry?"

"Fuck off."

"Answer me!"

Draco spit out a wad of blood before laughing again. Sourly. "Are you seriously asking that question? If you don't know then you're even stupider than I thought."

"If you're talking about Ron—"

"Please. Why would anyone be jealous of—"

"Jealous?" Harry's grip slackened in surprise.

Draco didn't utter another word. Instead, he threw himself backward so that now Harry was on the ground, and in one swift move their positions were swapped, Draco straddling the other teen and their faces dangerously close.

Despite his disadvantage, however, Harry looked anything but scared. He stared up at the blond Slytherin with wide eyes. "You were jealous."

"No."

"But you just said—"

"I know what I said!"

"Then what the hell is your problem!"

A loud clap of thunder rolled over them, lightning showing them what they looked like all dirty and beaten up. It was a silent war, emerald into silver depths, and for a moment Draco didn't reply. And then: "You know want to know what my problem is? Then fine, let me show you."

Suddenly the small space between their faces was breached, and before Harry could even think about what was going on—

Lips crashed onto his parted mouth.

The thunder roared, the rain poured, the ground shook.

And Draco kissed him.

Greetings. This is only the prologue for what will hopefully become a multiple-chaptered Drarry novel. Rated M for later chapters, and yes, said chapters will be much longer than this. If you are interested, please leave a few thoughts. I would appreciate it very much. Yay? Nay? Review please :)