Title: I Just Want Your Kiss
Chapter Title:
Author: Desperate For Attention
Beta Reader: N/A
For: Whoever wants to read my crap
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy
Warning: Real bad spelling, and poor Grammar.
Title song: I just want your kiss – Kate Nash
Disclaimer: Characters are sole property of J.K. Rowling; I am merely borrowing them for my own personal amusement, they shall be returned afterwards. I am making absolutely no money from this fic, not even a penny in fact I am paying my electricity to pay for it! Nor do I own the beautiful songs by Lifehouse; I just merely steal them for a few hours of each day.
Summary: It started as just kissing, just fooling around, no love, no affection, no ties. Just solid comfort in a distressed state of normality. Yet it developed into so much more than either of them could have even imagined possible.
It wasn't love, it was just comforting distraction from a world that had suddenly become the bane of their very existence. Harry/Draco slash.
IJust Want Your Kiss
Groaning loudly Harry lolled his head to the crook of his crossed arms and blew the stray strand of onyx hair from his face. Idle green eyes surveying the board before him with little if any interest in Flitwick's dreary high tone and the scribbled chalk lines. Hermione sat beside him shouting over the top of his bent head at Ron who continued to moan on regardless of what she was pleading with him to understand, too stubborn to back down and just submit to the witch's scolding tongue.
"Honestly Ronald!" Hermione hissed. "Will you be quite and at least pretend you are paying attention?" She continued her brow furrowed and her nostrils flared. "There is no such thing as knowing too much, especially when you-know-who is back." She added the last part in a whisper and gestured briefly to Harry. "How on earth you expect to impress anyone with the magical ability of a squib I do not know!"
Ron snorted at her, his own arms folded in a fierce determination. It was one thing to give in and agree with her when it was just the two of them; it was completely different when he was sat beside Harry and his fellow Gryffindors. "This is first years stuff," He grumbled unhappily and Hermione's cheeks flushed a furious red. "If for any reason I need to charm some death eaters a different colour then I'll regret not paying attention won't I?"
"This is not a game Ronald!" Hermione scolded again, trying desperately to reach across Harry and throttle the red head when he rolled his eyes and smirked down at Harry. "Do not, ask to copy my essay when you find yours impossible to complete because of your own pig headedness!" she snarled and Harry had to fight the sigh from the tip of his tongue.
Because it had been like this since the two of them had finally worked up enough courage to clumsily declare their feelings for one another, it had followed with soft doey eyed looks across the table and Ron stumbling out of bed late at night and into the kitchen with Hermione when they thought Harry and Ginny were too far in the land of dreams to hear them both affectionately coo at one another.
The arguing soon followed, Ron not wanting to look the weaker out of the two in front of his friends, especially not Harry who had teased him ruthlessly over the last few months, but yielding when Hermione stubbornly refused to converse in anyway with the red head. A quick kiss making up for whatever he had said or done throughout the day. Which seemed never ending to Harry who had to awkwardly try and ignore them and pretend that he didn't feel just a little envious of their constant affections.
Tired green eyes fell for a second and he puffed his cheeks up in boredom, ignoring Hermione and Ron still verbally throttling each other in hissed whispers over the top of his head as though he wasn't even there. A heavy almost idiotic thundering of laughter brought his eyes open and he glanced over at the Slytherin table at Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle laughing almost in allusion to something Malfoy had said.
Draco Malfoy rolled his eyes and shook his head at the blundering idiot's, his molten silver eyes turning to Harry's only to sneer at him and mouth something that Harry didn't give him the satisfaction of finishing before turning back to the board, with the same lack of enthusiasm as before. Hermione had stopped shouting now and instead was sat at the side of him with her brow furrowed, her cheeks crimson with fury and her arms crossed over her chest, Ron sat identical to her.
"I do hope you are paying attention Harry," Hermione cut in when again Harry felt his eyes drift across to the Slytherin table, watching as Pansy Parkinson draped her arm over Draco's suddenly stiff shoulders and snapped something to Crabbe when he tried talking to said venomous snake.
"Of course I am." Harry mumbled half heartedly, reassuring emerald eyes turning briefly to Hermione when she huffed and shook her head. Flitwick quickly absorbing her with an entirely new topic of conversation, he turned again in his seat to glance across at the pale Slytherin suspiciously, only to find himself staring at the bare threads of Ron's tattered old jumper. "I am now anyway," He added in a huff before turning back to Flitwick disappointedly.
The rest of the class continued with the trio's silence. Harry glancing occasionally over at Draco and his friends when they snorted or Goyle's booming laughter would drown out the mumbling of Flitwick's teaching. The small professor casting only a sideways glance at the Slytherin table before continuing further into the section of pupils –mainly Hermione- who were still listening in a louder more persistent tone.
Puffing out his cheeks and tapping his fingers against the table in boredom Harry found himself glancing more and more towards his rival, his emerald eyes tracking across the serpents distracted feature's, the greyish twinge in his cheeks and the light purplish bags under tired silver eyes. He hadn't said anything to Hermione or Ron about it, but he was sure that it had something to do with the blondes constant disappearances on the map. Some dark and deceitful deed that he was fulfilling late into the night.
Hermione eventually brought his eyes back to her with a curious arch of her eyebrow and the irritating bite of a question at the tip of her tongue, Harry expected her to proceed into another rant about him not paying attention when the war was inching ever closer to the three of them. Instead she bent her head to his ear and whispered softly. "Why do you keep staring at Malfoy?"
"I'm not staring!" Harry all but exploded bringing more than Hermione's eyes to his. The class fell silent and Harry felt his cheeks quickly grow hot and he shifted uncomfortably in his chair. Especially when he noted the pair of snickering silver eyes that had turned in his direction. "I wasn't staring," he whispered awkwardly tugging at his robes when Flitwick coughed to bring the attention of the class away from Harry and Hermione.
"Perhaps, staring was the wrong choice of words." Hermione apologized; a soft smile working at her mouth when Harry huffed with embarrassment and nodded.
"I was just—" he paused for a second unable to justify exactly what he had been doing for the past hour and half when his eyes had continuously fallen on the Slytherin table and one Slytherin in particular.
Thankful he didn't need to justify his actions because Flitwick announced the end of the lesson and the chorus of lions and snakes collecting their bags and chuntering away to one another absorbed Hermione's attention almost instantly, especially when Ron moved around the table and provided her with the space she need to finally lash out and thump the red head on the head with her parchment for his earlier ignorance.
Draco rolled his eyes at the three of them, killing the amused smile curling at his mouth with a patterned sneer and groan of disgust as Harry laughed and Ron yelped loudly from across the room. Kicking himself out of the bench and snatching his bag from the floor in a hurried blur, Draco pushed past Crabbe and Goyle in a mad rush to the door, his mind already clearly set on spending the next hour alone in the room of requirement.
Instead of bursting out of the door and into the already heaving hallway, he found himself pressed against a hard chest and a strong pair of hands rested on his shoulders to steady the pair of them. The room again fell silent and Draco almost shivered at the callous finger tips comfortingly pressing through the thin fabric of his shirt. The musky scent of the potion they had brewed in the lesson previous quickly drawing his mind into a husky blur of normality.
"Watch it Malfoy!" Ron hissed automatically, bringing whatever state of reality Draco had lost back into his silver eyes. He blinked for the briefest of nano-seconds, revelling in the light musky scent and pulsating muscles, the beating heart thumping loud enough that Draco could hear it over the collective gasp of the room. It had hardly been a second and yet the time it took him to drink in the undeniable comfort and longing felt like hours.
Silver eyes turned upwards to meet the wide, hazed green eyes of Harry Potter and he felt his body tense automatically, the hands he willed previously to grasp and pull closer the body against his own suddenly rested at Harry's chest and pressed hard until the Gryffindor had to step back twice to regain his balance and put a safe distance between the pair of them. Neither finding the right words to say in the situation.
"Shut it, Weasel-Bee." Draco hissed to Ron who flushed angrily and balled his hand into a fist. Draco didn't look away from Harry, his shoulders still heated and tingling from the large hands pressed so dominatingly against them only seconds before. The warmth and comfort that radiated from tanned palms and that smell... the musky scent of Harry's broom mixed with the intoxicating scent of a half arsed potion masked only by the pure brutish scent of just him. Of just Harry.
Draco felt himself shiver and swoon with excitement, mustering all the self control he had not to visually show the effect Harry had, had on him. Not to let those stunning green eyes find whatever the hell they were looking for when Harry didn't blink or gesture in any way that he had felt exactly the same mind numbing explosion of sensation.
"Shove off Malfoy," Ron snapped for the sole reason of not wanting to let Malfoy walk away with the last word. "Come on Harry," he added laying his hand on Harry's shoulder to bring his eyes from Draco's with a slow unsure nod. Unable to comprehend exactly what had just happened between him and the dazed snake.
Draco shook his head and opening his mouth to retort, Hermione quickly threw him a dirty look and nudged Ron and Harry towards the door without a second glance at the four silent Slytherin's waiting patiently beside Draco.
Harry breathed slowly through his mouth, each step away from the charms classroom felt heavy and strained on the backs of his lead like legs. The odd warmth still clung to his chest and his shirt still brushed at his skin in gentle eased breaths. He glanced over his shoulder almost immediately to see if he could catch just one last look at those intoxicating silver eyes, one last chance to make himself dizzy and burn with that foreign emotion.
"You alright mate?" Ron asked, glancing over to Hermione when she shrugged her shoulders and turned curiously on her heels to glance in the same direction as Harry.
Green eyes turned back to Ron and Harry shrugged his shoulders and quickly thought better of himself with a nod if the head and beaming smile that he hoped would ease Hermione's worried brown eyes and irritating questions. "I'm fine, tired." He eased with another smile when Ron's eyes brightened in acceptance and he patted Harry on the back.
"Malfoy's such a prat, I swear one of these days someone's going to take him down a peg or two." Ron announced offhandedly to ease the tension between the three of them.
"Someone like you Ronald?" Hermione scoffed.
Harry felt the distance between the three of them grow ever increasingly wider when he forced himself to walk ten steps ahead of the bickering couple, shaking his head and sighing heavily when the constant lash of name calling and bickering proceeded all the way to the portrait of the fat lady, even she tutting at the pair of them when Harry had to shout over the rowing to gain admission to the equally loud common room.
Hermione and Ron continued to bicker endlessly with one another, Ron's cheeks a flaming red colour while Hermione lay her hand on her hips and wagged her finger in the Weasley's face matter of factually at something she counter acted with his statement. Harry fell wordlessly into the chair and fingered the pages of his potions book for almost twenty minutes before Ron eventually threw his hands up in defeat, spat out an apology and pressed his mouth as hard as he could to Hermione's who reacted almost immediately to his forced sorry.
He shook his head and rolled his eyes at the pair of them still lip-locked in the common room, Ron panting out a continued string of apologies until eventually Hermione's eyes softened and she accepted them with a curt nod of the head and a chaste kiss on his forehead. They fell against the sofa, with Hermione pressed to Ron's chest and the redhead grinning as though Christmas had come early, for him at least.
As per usual Harry chose to ignore the pair of them completely. Slumping comfortably in the chair and resting the half-blood prince's old book against his stomach to cover his face, he let his mind drift back to the end of charms and the way in which Draco had looked at him with those calculating and needy grey eyes, the warmth and satisfaction he received from having the snake pressed so perfectly against his own heat.
Harry nipped at his lower lips and thanked Merlin that the book was concealing the dominating flush on his cheeks. Dreading the feeble attempt at an explanation if either of his friends had seen how quickly his cheeks had burnt that familiar crimson red, yet he wasn't so quick to hold in the light shudder that coursed across him when again he remembered those heated hands pressed into the thin fabric of his shirt.
That swirling of insecurity and comfort that flashed across silver eyes, Harry couldn't quite put his finger on what exactly had happened nor how exactly he felt regarding the situation. He doubted that by morning he would feel anything other than the familiar burning of hatred for the foul snake but for now he couldn't dwindle down the scorching desire that filtered up from his stomach and poked noisily in his head.
He'd lost himself almost completely against the blond in a matter of seconds. At the risk of sounding incredibly cheesy Harry refused to admit that for the smallest of moments it was almost as though it had just been him and Draco, pressed together, hands on heated flesh and eyes pleading for it not to end. He shook the thought from his mind and grumbled almost hatefully at how easy Draco had managed to work his slimy self into Harry's head and dominated his every thought with something other than suspicious and hate.
Ron glanced at him from the corner of his eye nipping his lower lip and nudging Hermione who had already turned her worried eyes to Harry.
Harry furrowed his brow and snapped the potions book with a loud thud before gripping the spine tough enough to turn his knuckles white with frustration. Kicking his feet and staring almost blindly across the common room he huffed himself out of the chair without so much as a glance at his friends before stomping across the common room and up the stairs, the door the boy's dormitories echoing as it slammed against the frame.
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Draco hissed at himself, the trickling droplets of waters running from the tips of his damp golden locks to mix with the salty warmth of his distressed tears. Silver eyes fixed perfectly on his reflection, refusing to turn away from the obvious destruction taking place within himself.
His heart thundered in his chest as he rubbed almost endlessly at the watery tracks, desperately trying to ease the obvious redness of his eyes, his mind whirled violently for a few seconds the pin like pricks of the constant reminder of just what it was he was suppose to be doing, that croaky serpent like voice touching his eardrums in a horrendous lull of some twisted affection.
He cringed, silver eyes pressing together tightly as he shook his head violently, desperate for something to distract his thoughts and ease just a fraction of the pain he was suffering silently. He couldn't bring himself to think of anything else, ignoring moaning Myrtle as she cooed softly in his ear and pretended to pat his back comfortingly.
He glanced across at himself in the mirror again, his silver eyes tracking the ghostly hand invisibly rested against his shoulders and for the smallest of seconds he felt it, that familiar spread of callous fingers against his shoulder and the cracked palm that radiated a warmth that drew Draco's mind almost blissfully blank. He shuddered and reached out to touch his own hand to his shoulder, wanting to feel that strong tanned hand pressed in his own, that warmth that made everything he was doing seem almost right.
As quickly as it had happened it was taken away from him, instead of grasping tanned digits he felt the painful squeeze of his own hand and the bitter sweet sting of disappointment that came with his own cold touch. The disturbing thoughts rushed back to him and he felt his eyes once again well with disappointed horror.
He couldn't go on like this.
