"Draco..." Harry sighed as the Slytherin pulled him closer.
"Mhmm?" Draco mumbled in reply. His face was burrowed into Harry's neck, placing soft and delicate kisses onto his collarbone.
Draco gently pushed his body against Harry's, causing the Gryffindor to back up even more against the desk and leaving him hardly any room left to squirm: Draco had complete control over his uke.
He then worked his way up Harry's neck, much to both of their arousals, until he reached his jaw. With small groans here and there, Harry took large and slow breaths throughout it all.
Draco suddenly stopped and raised his head to look into Harry's green eyes and smirked, knowing the weakening charm he had on this boy was finally taking effect. Just as Draco was about to lean down and place a kiss on Harry's lips, Harry tilted his head back in retreat and pushed against Draco's chest sternly.
Draco stumbled backwards, taken by surprise, and was rooted to the spot where he was pushed. He looked at Harry, his eyebrows raised with confusion.
"What's wrong?" It was evident he was trying to suppress the hurt in his voice. Talk about ruining the moment.
Harry took a small jump to sit on top of the Potions desk and shook his head solemnly. He stared at the tiled floor as so many contradicting thoughts rushed into his brain.
"I just..." he sighed. How could he word it? Harry raised his head and glimpsed at the blonde.
"Draco, you know I like you."
A small smile made its way into the Draco's face. Cocky prat.
Harry continued, "But… why? How could this work? How can we work?" There: he had said it.
Draco looked intently at Harry, not moving a muscle. Harry found he couldn't meet the immersed gaze, so he shyly looked to his right. There, next to him on top of the table, was a coiled piece of string. It was white and about a foot in length.
This gave Harry an idea.
He picked up the string and quickly untangled the simple knots, then held each end in his fingertips so it was taught. Now looking at Draco, he raised his arms midway so that the stretched string was between them.
"Look." he said, motioning his chin towards the string. "This is me," he raised his right hand holding the string, "and this is you." he raised his left.
"Don't you see? Sure, we're points of the same 'string', but we actually couldn't be further apart. We're at contrary places; at opposite ends."
Draco still stood there silently, absorbing Harry's words. Slowly, a sweet smile crept onto his lips as he gazed affectionately at the teen seated in front of him.
"Oh, Harry. You and your little analogies."
He shook his head as he stepped forward to where Harry sat on the edge of the desk, the Gryffindor still holding the string. Draco gently clasped both of his hands on top of each of Harry's,
"But, have you ever considered that maybe the string could bend?" He raised Harry's hands up and together so that the ends did, in fact, meet.
"I mean, it's only string, after all."
Draco eyed Harry's facial expression closely as he tried to make an intelligent remark.
"That's the only difference." Harry stated. "Life doesn't bend like that. It's not as flexible."
Draco scoffed. "Says who?"
After a moment, Harry opened and closed his mouth several times, trying to counter Draco's reasoning, but failed to do so. Draco noticed his struggle and crossed his arms impatiently, yet smiled all the same.
"C'mon, put that string down and kiss me already."
I don't usually write fluffy little one-shots like this, so please tell me what you think and if I should write more of them! :)
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