Sleepless
(Harry Potter / Draco Malfoy)
Summary: Harry has a secret. A secret he isn't willing to admit to having. Denial is never good… especially when it keeps you up at night.
WARNING: Slash
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters.
Chapter 1
Harry sighed and rolled over in bed for about the twentieth time that night.
It was now three o'clock in the morning and he was still lying awake, staring at the ceiling and wishing desperately for sleep to overtake him. It wasn't happening though.
Finally letting out a sort of strangled cry, Harry grabbed his pillow out from under him and slammed it down over his head and squeezed his eyes shut, determined to make himself fall asleep. He stayed in this position for about fifteen minutes before deciding it was a lost cause.
Pulling his head out from under the pillow he lay back and let out a long frustrated sigh.
Three weeks now this had been going on. Three bloody, fucking weeks! Three weeks of staring up at the ceiling, trying desperately to fall asleep, but failing due to the thoughts plaguing his tired mind.
Thoughts he didn't understand, thoughts he wasn't sure he even wanted to understand. Thoughts about a certain grey eyed blonde.
Harry wasn't sure what brought it on, wasn't sure what it was that was making it impossible for him to stop thinking about Draco Malfoy. All he was sure about was that he had arrived at school three weeks ago to start his sixth year, seen the damned blonde and BHAM, he was up all night thinking about him. And it was driving him mad.
It wasn't just the fact that he was losing sleep over it; it was more so that he didn't even know why he was thinking about the blonde so much.
Harry supposed it wouldn't bother him so much if they were thoughts about how annoying the blonde was, or how Harry wanted nothing more than to see the boy get trampled by a herd of hippogriffs, but no, they weren't. They were thoughts that had nothing to do with how much Harry hated the obnoxious Slytherin.
They were thoughts about the boy's blonde hair; and how it would feel to run his hands through the silky locks, thoughts about his grey eyes, and how they weren't even really grey at all, but a kind of shimmering silver. They were about his flawless pale skin, that seemed to glow as if it were bathed in moonlight, and they were also about his perfect rosy lips, and how all Harry wanted to do was take the boy's face in his hands and… NO. He was not going to finish that thought. But it seemed he didn't have a choice in the matter, for the thought pushed its way into his mind anyways.
He wanted to kiss Draco Malfoy. Yes, kiss him.
Harry groaned and buried his face in his pillow. Why?! Why was he having these thoughts about Malfoy? Of all people! His enemy, the boy he'd hated since he first refused Malfoy's hand in friendship. But… did he really hate him?
Fuck, this was ridiculous. Of course he hated him! It was Malfoy for God's sake!
Harry, not hating Malfoy… ridiculous… Wasn't it?
Harry's eyes widened in panic. No fucking way…
A/N: I kinda wrote this on a completely random whim… Planning for it to be a one shot… but I think I've changed my mind. I think I could really build from this… but that's just my opinion, so… Let me know what you think!