Story title: Just a kiss?
Author: RandomBabbling (110054)
Rating; PG-13?
Plot: Draco has something to say to Harry...But Harry's not listening, so he'll have to show him...Heehee...
Pairings: Draco and Harry 4EVA!!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the HP characters, so don't sue me. If you even try, I'll hex you, you muggle!
Dedicated to: Hmmm....I'm gonna dedicate this to my crazy friend Dan (General Kaos), even though he doesn't like Slash (oh the horror!) he still insisted I dedicate this to him. Told you he was mad.
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Dec 20th. 7:25pm
***
Harry wandered slowly down the empty Charms corridor, not worrying too much about where he was going.
The Christmas holidays had begun two days ago, and other than Harry, only 5 or 6 people had decided to stay. Harry had decided this was a good time to be able to explore the school.
He'd been attending Hogwarts for over four years, yes, but you never knew what you were going to find. Only last week Ron had discovered that there was an extra toilet in the boy's dorm bathroom that only appeared if someone flushed the third toilet from the left on a Full moon between midnight and four in the morning.
But that's another story.
Anyway, out of about a million things Harry expected to find, Draco Malfoy hadn't exactly been very far up his list.
Dec 20th. 7:30pm.
***
Harry casually strolled down the corridor, taking time to actually look at the paintings that hung on the faded walls. Normally, such as when you were running to a lesson or creeping along at night, you never really had much time to pay attention to the decorating.
After the events of last year, Harry had been jumpy and nervous since first coming back to Hogwarts, and had found it impossible to sit still, which would allow all his depressing thoughts to catch up with him and sink in.
He'd tried to keep busy with studying and Quidditch, but now the holidays were here there was no need to study, and no one else to practise Quidditch with either.
In other words, he was totally screwed.
He stopped for a few moments to admire a large oil painting of a thin woman with long, flowing blonde hair, wearing a long blue ball-gown and a jewelled tiara.
The woman winked cheekily at him, making him blush and hurry off rather quickly.
Out of sight of the woman, Harry stopped again at another painting, catching his breath. Those paintings tended to make him nervous at times. Especially when the female ones flirted with him. How were you supposed to explain to a painting that you weren't interested?
And he really didn't want the whole school knowing he was gay just yet....
"Bah...." Harry muttered, "Exploring is no fun on your own..."
He was about to turn back, when he thought he heard voices, coming from just around the corner.
//Hey...maybe if I say hi to the people round there, they'll come and help me explore! //
So off he went.
***
"No, you're wrong there. See, everyone knows the Falmouth Falcons have a much better seeker than the Appleby Arrows."
Harry crept as silently as possible towards the sound of the voices. One of them sounded vaguely familiar, although Harry couldn't think where he'd heard it. Frankly, he didn't care. He was bored out of his mind!
"Yes, but the Arrows have some very good Chasers, and the Falcons' Keeper is pretty pathetic." Someone answered.
"I suppose you have a point..." The first person admitted, changing the subject, "I favour the Kenmare Kestrels myself."
"Ah, an Ireland supporter, young Sir? They breed fine Seekers there."
"Yes, although I'm not Irish. If my father found out I supported them he'd go nuts. He wants me to support the Holyhead Harpies like he does."
"Oh, too bad, young Sir, for we all know they don't have a chance against the Wigtown Wanderers this week."
"Yes, it's embarrassing..."
Harry took a deep breath, and walked round the corner, ready with a comment about how Puddlemere United were doing this season, and nearly choked on a gasp of surprise at what he found.
Expecting a group of Hufflepuffs or Ravenclaws, it was a rather large surprise to find Draco Malfoy discussing Quidditch with a large painting of what looked like William Shakespeare, although he had bright Orange hair.
//Oh crap. //
Harry had always thought Draco was cute...well...more like damn sexy...but, being a Malfoy, Draco was a git, thus totally immune to human emotion.
Draco looked up in surprise to find Harry Potter staring at him like he'd just grown an extra arm.
"Potter." He acknowledged the slightly taller boy's presence with a polite nod, but tried not to look overly excited.
He'd always thought Harry was cute...well...more like damn sexy...but, being a Potter, Harry was a git, thus totally immune to human emotion.
Plus the fact that if his father found out he had feelings for a Potter - especially a MALE Potter - he'd be dead meat quicker than you could say "Quidditch".
But that didn't mean he couldn't be nice to him...just once...just while no one else was around...
Right?
"Malfoy." Harry replied through gritted teeth, feeling annoyed that out of all the Hogwarts students, he had to run into the hottest one around, "What are you doing here?"
Before he could even open his mouth, the painting piped up. "Young mister Malfoy and I are discussing this year's Quidditch final. He foolishly thinks that the Falmouth Falcons have a chance against the Appleby Arrows on Tuesday!" The painting chuckled.
Draco briefly allowed a small real smile to grace his lips, before it turned into the same old Malfoy smirk. He shook his head.
"Trust me, Will, the Arrows don't stand a chance."
Harry sighed, this was rapidly becoming dull.
He turned to go, but stopped as one word reached his ears.
"Potter?"
He turned back. Draco was looking slightly worried. Harry caught himself before he could start to wonder why.
//Don't start that again, //, Harry reminded himself, //He's a git. Ignore him. //
"What is it, Malfoy?" He asked, ignoring his mind's vain attempt at controlling his urges, narrowing his eyes in an impressive act of mixed contempt and curiosity.
//Oh gods, Draco, don't do it...You're gonna make an idiot out of yourself.... // He thought to himself, wondering whether to just turn around and run away before Harry could say anything...
//Come on, pull yourself together, if he doesn't like you, you might as well find out now. Tell him. Tell him now while there's no one around to laugh at you except him, then you can just tell him it was all a joke to freak him out... Yes, that'll work... //
Harry waited, unaware of the mental battle going on inside Draco's pretty blonde head.
He tried again.
"What do you want, Malfoy?"
Draco looked up, looking like a rabbit caught in the headlights of a very large truck.
"....."
//Say something you idiot! //
"What? You must be hearing things, Potter." He drawled, his voice cracking a little on the last line.
Harry scowled, deciding to drop it, and turned to leave.
//Stupid git. //
Dec 20th 7:45pm
***
Draco watched Harry leave, and sighed.
//OK, Draco, it's official. You're an idiot. Snap your wand now and go join the muggles... //
"You seem sad, young Sir...Something wrong?" The painting asked.
"Well isn't it obvious, William?" A woman answered, sticking her head through 'William's portrait frame, it was the same woman who had winked at Harry.
"Isn't what obvious, Victoria?" He answered, looking confused.
"Oh, you numbskull...He's in love!"
Draco looked up, his silver eyes widening in surprise. "What?!"
The woman smiled and laid a hand on William's shoulder. "It's alright, child, we've been here a long long time, we know how to read people's feelings. Well..." She jerked her head in William's direction, "SOME of us do...."
"But...but I..." Draco spluttered, not sure how to react, "...I don't..."
She laughed. "You're babbling, dear."
Draco opened his mouth to protest, couldn't think of anything to say (for once in his life), and shut it again.
"Now stop gawking and get after him!"
Dec 20th 7:50pm
***
Harry was halfway to the Griffindor tower, when he heard footsteps behind him.
He turned, and frowned.
"Dra..Malfoy?" Harry just managed to catch himself in time, "Why are you following me? Are you stalking me or something?"
Harry realised with a small smile, that he really wouldn't mind if he were.
Draco stopped, and leant against the wall, gasping like a fish out of water. Running all the way from the Charms corridor to the Griffindor tower was no mean feat, especially up the several flights of stairs...
"Why would I-" *gasp* "-bother stalking-" *pant* "-you, Potter?" *gasp* *cough* *gasp* "I have better things to do with my time than-" *cough* "- follow you around the school like a lost puppy."
"So what do you want?"
He straightened up in an attempt to look more confident.
"Ummm...Can I talk to you for a moment? It's important..."
Harry sighed again. "Sure, but be quick, I'm rather busy."
Draco rolled his eyes. "Yeah...Sure you are... Come on, we better go somewhere a little more private, this is important."
He shrugged. "OK."
Dec 20th. 7: 50pm.
***
After walking for a few minutes, Draco led Harry into an empty classroom and shut the door.
"Well, Malfoy, what did you want?" Harry asked, feeling anxious to get away before he did something embarrassing.
He'd just remembered that the Prefect's bathroom would probably be empty, and a nice swim would be fun enough...If he could just get some time alone. The image of sharing the bath with Draco suddenly appeared in his consciousness, and he quickly pushed it back to the deepest darkest corner of his mind before that thought could reach his genitals, which would no doubt find it very exciting.
"Well.... It's just...I've been thinking, and-"
"Careful, you might hurt yourself doing that, seeing as you're not used to it." The comment was just too good to resist.
Draco shot Harry a death-glare. "Oh stop being so childish, Potter. You're acting like a first-year."
"Get to the point, Malfoy."
"Gods, at least shut up so I can tell you!"
Harry smiled. He didn't half look cute when he was angry.
"OK, Malfoy, I'm listening. God knows why.... But I am..."
"Shut up. Anyway...I've been thinking about this for a few days, and not having the rest of those idiots in the Slytherin common room bugging me all day has helped me with that..."
//Oh gods, oh crap...shut up...shut up now! //
"...And, well, I've realised that...well, that is to say that I think...umm...Bah, why do they always make it seem so easy on TV!?"
"What? You watch muggle Television?"
//There you go, screwing up again, dumbass. He's really going to respect you now... //
"...Err...my mother watches it sometimes when father isn't about. Some of it's rather interesting...laughable...but interesting none the less."
Harry just stared.
//He watches TV? As in muggle TV? Am I dreaming? Yes...that's it, this is all a nice funny dream....ha ha ha...funny, now wake up, Harry... //
"Potter? Are you listening to me?"
//Wow, wait 'till I tell Ron about this... //
"POTTER!"
"Hmm...What?" Harry looked up, "Oh, yes, what was it you wanted?"
"Oh gods, Potter, what the hell is wrong with you?! I bear my soul to you and you're not even listening to me!" Draco shrieked, "If you won't listen to me...I'll have to show you instead."
//It might shut him up at least... //
Dec 20th 7:55pm
***
Harry's smile faded.
There seemed to be a dangerous glint in his eye as Draco approached Harry. Harry gulped, feeling a little nervous.
"Wha-" Harry managed to say, before being silenced by Draco's lips coming into contact with Harry's in a soft kiss, which lasted several seconds.
Draco's first impulse was one of panic and fear as Harry wrapped his arm around his shoulders, pulling him closer as the kiss deepened, but he calmed down slowly as he realised Harry wasn't trying to pull away or beat the crap out of him.
//Oh gods, I'm kissing him!// Draco thought, //I'm actually bloody kissing him! And he likes it! He *likes* it! *He* likes *me* kissing him! Oh, shit, this is great! //
Harry wasn't quiet as articulate. All he could manage was //OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD!//
20th Dec. 8:05pm.
***
When the need for oxygen became an issue, Draco reluctantly pulled away from Harry, who slowly opened his eyes, gasping for breath.
"You...You kissed me..." He whispered, gently touching his bruised lips with one finger, feeling a slight tingly feeling that Draco's lips had left behind.
Draco chuckled softly. "Whatever gave you that idea, Potter?" He answered sarcastically.
A moment's silence, then;
"Did you...did you...like it?" Draco asked quietly, suddenly becoming very interested in something on the floor.
Harry blushed slightly. "Yeah..."
Draco's eyes flickered back up in surprise. "You...you did?"
"Yeah."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"Ummm...." He suddenly felt shy, "..Do you wanna do it again?"
Harry paused, leaning in closer.
"Yeah."
***
THE END.... OR IS IT?
***
OI! Over here! Yes, up a bit...Right a bit...Yes, right here!
It's me, the author! Should I continue this, or make it a 'One-Chapter Wonder'???
If you think I should continue it, type "Draco Malfoy is God" is your review.
Have fun! *Giggles evilly*
p.s. You might have noticed I've changed this a little since when I last posted....that's 'cause I realised (thnx to a stingingly-blunt review by 'interplay'...yeah right that's your real name...) how OOC everyone is...so I re-wrote some scenes to make Draco a bit more 'gitty'.
Oh, and guys? I know you meant well with all the 'Draco Malfoy is God' things...but you don't have to go THAT OTT, OK?
Author: RandomBabbling (110054)
Rating; PG-13?
Plot: Draco has something to say to Harry...But Harry's not listening, so he'll have to show him...Heehee...
Pairings: Draco and Harry 4EVA!!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the HP characters, so don't sue me. If you even try, I'll hex you, you muggle!
Dedicated to: Hmmm....I'm gonna dedicate this to my crazy friend Dan (General Kaos), even though he doesn't like Slash (oh the horror!) he still insisted I dedicate this to him. Told you he was mad.
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Dec 20th. 7:25pm
***
Harry wandered slowly down the empty Charms corridor, not worrying too much about where he was going.
The Christmas holidays had begun two days ago, and other than Harry, only 5 or 6 people had decided to stay. Harry had decided this was a good time to be able to explore the school.
He'd been attending Hogwarts for over four years, yes, but you never knew what you were going to find. Only last week Ron had discovered that there was an extra toilet in the boy's dorm bathroom that only appeared if someone flushed the third toilet from the left on a Full moon between midnight and four in the morning.
But that's another story.
Anyway, out of about a million things Harry expected to find, Draco Malfoy hadn't exactly been very far up his list.
Dec 20th. 7:30pm.
***
Harry casually strolled down the corridor, taking time to actually look at the paintings that hung on the faded walls. Normally, such as when you were running to a lesson or creeping along at night, you never really had much time to pay attention to the decorating.
After the events of last year, Harry had been jumpy and nervous since first coming back to Hogwarts, and had found it impossible to sit still, which would allow all his depressing thoughts to catch up with him and sink in.
He'd tried to keep busy with studying and Quidditch, but now the holidays were here there was no need to study, and no one else to practise Quidditch with either.
In other words, he was totally screwed.
He stopped for a few moments to admire a large oil painting of a thin woman with long, flowing blonde hair, wearing a long blue ball-gown and a jewelled tiara.
The woman winked cheekily at him, making him blush and hurry off rather quickly.
Out of sight of the woman, Harry stopped again at another painting, catching his breath. Those paintings tended to make him nervous at times. Especially when the female ones flirted with him. How were you supposed to explain to a painting that you weren't interested?
And he really didn't want the whole school knowing he was gay just yet....
"Bah...." Harry muttered, "Exploring is no fun on your own..."
He was about to turn back, when he thought he heard voices, coming from just around the corner.
//Hey...maybe if I say hi to the people round there, they'll come and help me explore! //
So off he went.
***
"No, you're wrong there. See, everyone knows the Falmouth Falcons have a much better seeker than the Appleby Arrows."
Harry crept as silently as possible towards the sound of the voices. One of them sounded vaguely familiar, although Harry couldn't think where he'd heard it. Frankly, he didn't care. He was bored out of his mind!
"Yes, but the Arrows have some very good Chasers, and the Falcons' Keeper is pretty pathetic." Someone answered.
"I suppose you have a point..." The first person admitted, changing the subject, "I favour the Kenmare Kestrels myself."
"Ah, an Ireland supporter, young Sir? They breed fine Seekers there."
"Yes, although I'm not Irish. If my father found out I supported them he'd go nuts. He wants me to support the Holyhead Harpies like he does."
"Oh, too bad, young Sir, for we all know they don't have a chance against the Wigtown Wanderers this week."
"Yes, it's embarrassing..."
Harry took a deep breath, and walked round the corner, ready with a comment about how Puddlemere United were doing this season, and nearly choked on a gasp of surprise at what he found.
Expecting a group of Hufflepuffs or Ravenclaws, it was a rather large surprise to find Draco Malfoy discussing Quidditch with a large painting of what looked like William Shakespeare, although he had bright Orange hair.
//Oh crap. //
Harry had always thought Draco was cute...well...more like damn sexy...but, being a Malfoy, Draco was a git, thus totally immune to human emotion.
Draco looked up in surprise to find Harry Potter staring at him like he'd just grown an extra arm.
"Potter." He acknowledged the slightly taller boy's presence with a polite nod, but tried not to look overly excited.
He'd always thought Harry was cute...well...more like damn sexy...but, being a Potter, Harry was a git, thus totally immune to human emotion.
Plus the fact that if his father found out he had feelings for a Potter - especially a MALE Potter - he'd be dead meat quicker than you could say "Quidditch".
But that didn't mean he couldn't be nice to him...just once...just while no one else was around...
Right?
"Malfoy." Harry replied through gritted teeth, feeling annoyed that out of all the Hogwarts students, he had to run into the hottest one around, "What are you doing here?"
Before he could even open his mouth, the painting piped up. "Young mister Malfoy and I are discussing this year's Quidditch final. He foolishly thinks that the Falmouth Falcons have a chance against the Appleby Arrows on Tuesday!" The painting chuckled.
Draco briefly allowed a small real smile to grace his lips, before it turned into the same old Malfoy smirk. He shook his head.
"Trust me, Will, the Arrows don't stand a chance."
Harry sighed, this was rapidly becoming dull.
He turned to go, but stopped as one word reached his ears.
"Potter?"
He turned back. Draco was looking slightly worried. Harry caught himself before he could start to wonder why.
//Don't start that again, //, Harry reminded himself, //He's a git. Ignore him. //
"What is it, Malfoy?" He asked, ignoring his mind's vain attempt at controlling his urges, narrowing his eyes in an impressive act of mixed contempt and curiosity.
//Oh gods, Draco, don't do it...You're gonna make an idiot out of yourself.... // He thought to himself, wondering whether to just turn around and run away before Harry could say anything...
//Come on, pull yourself together, if he doesn't like you, you might as well find out now. Tell him. Tell him now while there's no one around to laugh at you except him, then you can just tell him it was all a joke to freak him out... Yes, that'll work... //
Harry waited, unaware of the mental battle going on inside Draco's pretty blonde head.
He tried again.
"What do you want, Malfoy?"
Draco looked up, looking like a rabbit caught in the headlights of a very large truck.
"....."
//Say something you idiot! //
"What? You must be hearing things, Potter." He drawled, his voice cracking a little on the last line.
Harry scowled, deciding to drop it, and turned to leave.
//Stupid git. //
Dec 20th 7:45pm
***
Draco watched Harry leave, and sighed.
//OK, Draco, it's official. You're an idiot. Snap your wand now and go join the muggles... //
"You seem sad, young Sir...Something wrong?" The painting asked.
"Well isn't it obvious, William?" A woman answered, sticking her head through 'William's portrait frame, it was the same woman who had winked at Harry.
"Isn't what obvious, Victoria?" He answered, looking confused.
"Oh, you numbskull...He's in love!"
Draco looked up, his silver eyes widening in surprise. "What?!"
The woman smiled and laid a hand on William's shoulder. "It's alright, child, we've been here a long long time, we know how to read people's feelings. Well..." She jerked her head in William's direction, "SOME of us do...."
"But...but I..." Draco spluttered, not sure how to react, "...I don't..."
She laughed. "You're babbling, dear."
Draco opened his mouth to protest, couldn't think of anything to say (for once in his life), and shut it again.
"Now stop gawking and get after him!"
Dec 20th 7:50pm
***
Harry was halfway to the Griffindor tower, when he heard footsteps behind him.
He turned, and frowned.
"Dra..Malfoy?" Harry just managed to catch himself in time, "Why are you following me? Are you stalking me or something?"
Harry realised with a small smile, that he really wouldn't mind if he were.
Draco stopped, and leant against the wall, gasping like a fish out of water. Running all the way from the Charms corridor to the Griffindor tower was no mean feat, especially up the several flights of stairs...
"Why would I-" *gasp* "-bother stalking-" *pant* "-you, Potter?" *gasp* *cough* *gasp* "I have better things to do with my time than-" *cough* "- follow you around the school like a lost puppy."
"So what do you want?"
He straightened up in an attempt to look more confident.
"Ummm...Can I talk to you for a moment? It's important..."
Harry sighed again. "Sure, but be quick, I'm rather busy."
Draco rolled his eyes. "Yeah...Sure you are... Come on, we better go somewhere a little more private, this is important."
He shrugged. "OK."
Dec 20th. 7: 50pm.
***
After walking for a few minutes, Draco led Harry into an empty classroom and shut the door.
"Well, Malfoy, what did you want?" Harry asked, feeling anxious to get away before he did something embarrassing.
He'd just remembered that the Prefect's bathroom would probably be empty, and a nice swim would be fun enough...If he could just get some time alone. The image of sharing the bath with Draco suddenly appeared in his consciousness, and he quickly pushed it back to the deepest darkest corner of his mind before that thought could reach his genitals, which would no doubt find it very exciting.
"Well.... It's just...I've been thinking, and-"
"Careful, you might hurt yourself doing that, seeing as you're not used to it." The comment was just too good to resist.
Draco shot Harry a death-glare. "Oh stop being so childish, Potter. You're acting like a first-year."
"Get to the point, Malfoy."
"Gods, at least shut up so I can tell you!"
Harry smiled. He didn't half look cute when he was angry.
"OK, Malfoy, I'm listening. God knows why.... But I am..."
"Shut up. Anyway...I've been thinking about this for a few days, and not having the rest of those idiots in the Slytherin common room bugging me all day has helped me with that..."
//Oh gods, oh crap...shut up...shut up now! //
"...And, well, I've realised that...well, that is to say that I think...umm...Bah, why do they always make it seem so easy on TV!?"
"What? You watch muggle Television?"
//There you go, screwing up again, dumbass. He's really going to respect you now... //
"...Err...my mother watches it sometimes when father isn't about. Some of it's rather interesting...laughable...but interesting none the less."
Harry just stared.
//He watches TV? As in muggle TV? Am I dreaming? Yes...that's it, this is all a nice funny dream....ha ha ha...funny, now wake up, Harry... //
"Potter? Are you listening to me?"
//Wow, wait 'till I tell Ron about this... //
"POTTER!"
"Hmm...What?" Harry looked up, "Oh, yes, what was it you wanted?"
"Oh gods, Potter, what the hell is wrong with you?! I bear my soul to you and you're not even listening to me!" Draco shrieked, "If you won't listen to me...I'll have to show you instead."
//It might shut him up at least... //
Dec 20th 7:55pm
***
Harry's smile faded.
There seemed to be a dangerous glint in his eye as Draco approached Harry. Harry gulped, feeling a little nervous.
"Wha-" Harry managed to say, before being silenced by Draco's lips coming into contact with Harry's in a soft kiss, which lasted several seconds.
Draco's first impulse was one of panic and fear as Harry wrapped his arm around his shoulders, pulling him closer as the kiss deepened, but he calmed down slowly as he realised Harry wasn't trying to pull away or beat the crap out of him.
//Oh gods, I'm kissing him!// Draco thought, //I'm actually bloody kissing him! And he likes it! He *likes* it! *He* likes *me* kissing him! Oh, shit, this is great! //
Harry wasn't quiet as articulate. All he could manage was //OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD!//
20th Dec. 8:05pm.
***
When the need for oxygen became an issue, Draco reluctantly pulled away from Harry, who slowly opened his eyes, gasping for breath.
"You...You kissed me..." He whispered, gently touching his bruised lips with one finger, feeling a slight tingly feeling that Draco's lips had left behind.
Draco chuckled softly. "Whatever gave you that idea, Potter?" He answered sarcastically.
A moment's silence, then;
"Did you...did you...like it?" Draco asked quietly, suddenly becoming very interested in something on the floor.
Harry blushed slightly. "Yeah..."
Draco's eyes flickered back up in surprise. "You...you did?"
"Yeah."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"Ummm...." He suddenly felt shy, "..Do you wanna do it again?"
Harry paused, leaning in closer.
"Yeah."
***
THE END.... OR IS IT?
***
OI! Over here! Yes, up a bit...Right a bit...Yes, right here!
It's me, the author! Should I continue this, or make it a 'One-Chapter Wonder'???
If you think I should continue it, type "Draco Malfoy is God" is your review.
Have fun! *Giggles evilly*
p.s. You might have noticed I've changed this a little since when I last posted....that's 'cause I realised (thnx to a stingingly-blunt review by 'interplay'...yeah right that's your real name...) how OOC everyone is...so I re-wrote some scenes to make Draco a bit more 'gitty'.
Oh, and guys? I know you meant well with all the 'Draco Malfoy is God' things...but you don't have to go THAT OTT, OK?