I plan on this one being a bit longer than my other stuff….. Oh Lord Lou, chapters! O.O
Also, this has the first really physical scene I've written in a long time [not that it's graphic or anything, but…. and it's also the first I'm letting anyone read….. That's including close friends, so don't absolutely murder me for this.
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A Reunion of Ex-Lovers
Chapter 1: In which Hate turns to Lust.
Harry Potter hated Dudley Dursley.
Harry had hated Dudley as long as they had known where they each stood with Vernon and Petunia. It was once Dudley knew that the worse he treated the Dursley's unwanted nephew the happier he made them; it was then that he had started to use it to his advantage. Blaming the bad things he'd done on Harry, accusing him of theft, verbal abuse even minute things like looking at him wrong even, anything he knew that would set his parents on edge, and make him look like The Golden Child of number 4 Privet Drive.
Harry Potter hated Dudley Dursley.
Mostly Harry hated his cousin's 'Giant's complex', the way he thought just because he was bigger than someone he was therefore stronger and better, and would proceed to bully anyone smaller than him. Especially Harry. As Dudley had grown larger, he had resorted to more physical punishment. Punching and smacking Harry was just the tip of the iceberg when it came to physical abuse.
Harry hated how rude and mean Dudley was, and how Vernon and Petunia never reprimanded him for his snide remarks, and cruel jokes about anyone that they considered to be less of a person than them, whether it as because of their appearance, or income.
And certainly never the ones at Harry's expense.
But mostly, Harry hated how cherished Dudley was by his parents despite all his faults. How Spoiled and loved he was despite the fact that he was a horrible human being. The way the Dursley's fawned and seemed to obsess over their 'dear ickle Dudders'. Spending their money on all the wants, rather than needs, of their huge blonde son despite the fact that he never seemed to deserve any of it.
Yet here was Harry Potter, precious savior of the Wizarding world, The Boy Who Lived, the only defense they all had against the most nefarious wizard in all history, and Harry was rewarded with living with abusive relatives.
Perhaps Potter was jealous of Dudley, or maybe he had a heroic sense of right and wrong, even from his early childhood. But for whatever reason, Harry knew he had been dealt a bad hand for a home life, and he didn't like it.
Harry Potter also hated Draco Malfoy, almost as much as he hated his disgusting muggle relatives.
From the moment that they had met, Malfoy's spoiled-rotten-rich-boy attitude had instantly drawn Harry away from him. How he tossed his surname around to show his importance in the pure-blood community, this in its own way was a bully tactic. Not as physical of Dudley, but jut as malicious in intent. He imagined the Malfoy parents as being as doting and as blind to their son's faults as the Dursley's were to Dudley's.
The way he spoke of his parents as though they were his personal servants and made rude comments about appearances and money and pedigree made Harry think very much of his huge cousin.
Harry didn't like that either.
In fact he hated it.
Everything about Malfoy's sarcastic and superior nature made Harry angry, to the point where his knees would grow weak, his palms would sweat, and his heart would bang in his chest like a jackhammer. It was all anger. Of course it was. Harry hated Draco Malfoy. He told himself that everyday.
As much as Harry Potter hated the Dursley's, and Malfoy he felt just the opposite about the Weasley's and Hermione. His closest friends were practically like family and he loved everything about them.
He loved that all the Weasley's had fiery red hair, and had freckles dancing over their pale skin. The way silly superficial things like money and extravagant things never seemed to be important to them. He loved Hermione's bushy brown hair and clear intelligent eyes. He loved that no matter how foul a mood he was in Ron or Hermione or the twin's were just the pick-up he needed. It was one thing he truly loved and appreciated about his friends.
But mostly he loved Ginny. Her pure eyes and carefree smile, her innocent thoughtfulness and bold Gryffindor courage, perfectly matching his own Gryffindor stubbornness always made his cheeks flush, and his heart beat a little louder in his ears, in a way that made him sure it was love.
Of course it was! A match made in heaven. Potter and Weasley, his best friends' sister, and a perfect girlfriend.
So, if he told himself that he hated Malfoy everyday, and told himself that he knew he loved Ginny more than anything….. Then, why was he sneaking off in the middle of the night to snog with Malfoy?
The two boys were in an empty class room, it was nearly three in the morning. The moon light shining through a tall window across the room from them made Malfoy's fine blonde hair look white. The two boys were close, bodies entangled and halfway covered by the Invisibility Cloak. Harry was bent backward over one of the desks, which he faintly recalled as being Seamus' in Defense against the Dark Arts, while Draco tried to balance on top of him and still made sure both boys kept their feet planted on the floor for support.
The rest of their bodies were just light and shadow moving softly. Mouths pressed together, fingers running over each other, stopping momentarily to twist in the others hair. Their arms wrapped tightly and pulling their upper bodies closer and closer together, while idling hands pulled roughly at white cotton shirts, trying to remove them without bothering to take time to properly unbutton them. They slurped and moaned against the warmth of the other boys' body and tried to get as close as possible without actually climbing inside one another.
Harry's fingers clutched hard at the back of Draco's neck, pulling at the soft hairs at his nape. Neither seemed to notice though, tongues finding their ways around open mouths and necks while Draco's nimble, long fingered hands were exploring the front of Potter.
While unbuttoning the other boys pants Harry inhaled Draco's thick sweet natural scent, as it grew musky from desire. Smells like a cloud… he thought wildly. He felt stupid for thinking it, and looked up into Draco's eyes, dark grey with desire like a storm cloud full of rain and lightening.
Harry knew his own eyes were full of need as well, and let his body succumb to those desires, not even bothering to rationalize; Harry let his libido take over.
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