part 1
The magic clashed together... harder than steel. There was nothing anyone could do than stand stock-still and hope to high heaven that the rebounding spells wont kill them. This is how it was every time the Malfoy and Potter stood face to face in battle. They communicated without words, without gestures. Each knew the other's steps and actions by heart. Harry Potter leading on one side, and Draco Malfoy was on another. The darkness against the light, the good against bad… when battles like this took place everyone knew that Potter and Malfoy were to be left alone. They liked it that way…
"Dearest, we've been through all this shit before." Draco said as he once again threw his opponent a curse that once again missed its mark. "And what shit… are you implying this time sweetheart?" Drawled Harry as he too threw curse after curse at Draco. "Don't you see this makes no sense Potter?"- Malfoy stopped. He put down his wand and took a step forward. Somehow he knew that Harry would not strike him when he was like this, seemingly defenseless. It was just not the way Potter did things. He and his damn courage…bravery…honesty… things that annoyed Draco, things that made Draco hate Potter… and things that made him revere Potter. And revering Potter made Drako hate him even more. --- Harry watched Malfoy stride up to him. He put down his wand when he saw Malfoy put down his. There was no point in keeping it up. Malfoy could never outspeed him. Malfoy was good but he didn't have the practice that Harry had. He cocked his head to the side. From where he was standing Malfoy did not look like some evil vengeance sent to destroy everything (Harry) and everyone (Harry). He looked more like a silvery angel. Tall, lean with a complexion that was as pale as alabaster, he had silvery blonde hair and electrifying blue eyes… he just did not look evil. Harry decided to walk up a little too. --- They met on top of a slight hill, underneath a weeping willow. Draco leaned against the trunk, wand in pocket, waiting for Potter to get there, he started up a little after Malfoy so he was a couple of paces behind him. During which Draco could assess the situation. He didn't really know why he stopped the duel. He wanted to talk to the golden boy alone. Without people on all sides to hear. That was what he'd say in case Potter asked, in his mind, Draco had no idea why… he watched the other boy walk up to him, tall, well built, raven hair that matched his tanned complexion and set off his emerald eyes to perfection… the eyes that Malfoy could never seem to look straight into…and Harry walked up to Malfoy and crossing his arms, let the other know that he was listening. "It makes no sense for us to be fighting like this." Draco said without once glancing at Harry. "We have too much in common, our powers are too similar." – "My powers are very much different than yours, Malfoy." Harry said. He stood directly in front of Malfoy looking straight into the other boy's hypnotic eyes. They changed from blue to a smoky grey, Harry noted. Then shook himself "I, unlike you Malfoy, do not enjoy hearing other peoples screams." "That depends why they're screaming." Draco noted with a slight smirk. Harry looked slightly taken aback but quickly recovered. "Well, let me explain potter…" Malfoy came around to face him. "Although as a world savior you generally group all screams into the same category, which is in your standards evil… I have a different opinion on the matter." Harry looked at him questioningly. "have you ever made someone scream from pure pleasure?" asked Malfoy. Harry actually blushed. That made Malfoy laugh out loud. "Oh, come on. You mean to tell me that there hasn't been one person worthy of your affections?" Harry couldn't believe that Malfoy actually said that to him. He walked up to him fast, stopping only mere inches from Malfoy. "Ask me that again…" he threatened, "and you'll hear your own screams and thrust me, they wont be from pleasure." Malfoy only smirked. "Deny it then, please you're welcome to, but don't lie to me golden boy…. I know you too well for that." He leaned in so that he was whispering in Harry's ear. "You don't have to admit anything to me, or prove anything for that matter." Harry was furious. Before Malfoy knew what was going on, Harry's arm snaked around Malfoy's hips and he crushed Draco to himself, so that now he was whispering to Malfoy. "Wouldn't you like to know how it feels like to scream for me?" Malfoy's sharp intake of breath was answer enough. Harry's hot breath on his cheek was intoxicating. With a hiss Harry let go so fast that Malfoy stumbled back, face flushed, eyes closed. Harry quickly turned around and walked away. Malfoy watched him go. There was nothing he could say, he knew that he pushed the line. And yet his whole body was rigid, remembering the feel of Potter holding him, of being crushed to the sun. he felt scorched with fire. Taking in a ragged breath, he left the confines of the weeping willow.