A/N: This is a Draco/Harry yaio-slash story. It was inspired by the
unquenchable Kei and Rae, and I suppose dedicated to them. It was kind of
fun, but I'm not really used-to/into writing yaio, so I don't know if I'll
finish it or not. Nuff said, ENJOY. Please R&R!!!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters or settings, and I made up the plot all by me onesey, savy?
The Beginning (Otherwise known as Chapter 1):
Draco Malfoy strolled casually into the infirmary. Only a few torches were lit as it was 10:14 at night. Draco walked along until he reached the second to last bed across from the tall windows. He stopped. Jumped on the bed...with a leg on either side of its occupant, keeping them from trying to leave.
Not that Harry Potter could have gotten away from him that easily.
"So," Draco hissed, "got you."
Green eyes stared up at him through glasses that had been hastily fumbled on.
"How have I pissed you off this time, Malfoy?"
"This is my payback for what you've done to me. To us." Green eyes stared blankly at him. "They're after my father for what you did, you bastard."
"Jeez, some people don't know a favor when they see one."
Draco nearly slapped him. He very much wanted to slap him. Instead he leaned forward on his arms. "My father's in exile, you bastard, and any time he's caught he goes straight to Azkaban.
"You messed everything up by doing that. Things would have gone so much better this year if you hadn't. We could have—" Draco stopped himself before he went further on that thought. Started again. "So I set that trap for you. I really didn't think you'd fall for it; I thought I'd have to wait another week before I caught you."
"And now you've got me in the infirmary where you can do anything you want with me. For a few hours anyway."
"Yes, anything I want." Draco smiled and brought his legs alongside Harry's chest, and lowered his head until their faces were only an inch apart. "And do you have any idea what that is, Potter?"
"No, but I'm sure you're about to show me."
Draco grinned and dropped his face and kissed Harry on the mouth.
At first Harry was still beneath him, but after the first moments of the kiss he began struggling. He wrenched his mouth from Draco's and tried to pull back.
Green started up at Draco. Then—"Get off me, you fag. Go find someone else to rub yourself on. I hear the statues are all open for personal fucking."
Draco jumped off the bed. "You'll take that back someday, Potter, I swear. But before I go..." Draco bent over and whispered something in Harry's ear. Then he turned around and left the infirmary without glancing back at the boy in the bed.
***
Three days later Harry was up and about, cured of Draco's...unspeakable jinx. It was March and most people found the weather outside too chilly for their tastes. Still, a fair number of students were gathered outside.
Harry sat with Hermione and Ron on the stone benches of the courtyard. The other two were talking and sometimes Harry would add a comment on a certain topic, but really he was waiting for someone to walk through the courtyard. Finally Harry spotted him and got up to meet him. Hermione and Ron followed behind, puzzled.
"Well, well, Draco Malfoy," said Harry. "You know, I've been thinking about what you said the other day."
"Kiss my ass!" Draco broke in.
"Oh, I intend to, eventually," Harry said smoothly. "After I finish with everything else, that is."
Harry was aware of Ron and Hermione about to pass out behind him, and even Draco was standing and gaping at him. Harry smiled and allowed himself to be led away by his two best friends. As he went he brushed against Draco's arm and dropped a note into his hand.
Draco slipped the folded paper into his pocket as the trio left. As soon as he was alone and away from prying eyes however, he opened it.
Meet me in that old storage room in
the dungeons at 11:00 tonight.
Draco burned the note with his wand so no one could find the evidence later. Then he went to his common room to wait for the appointed time.
A/N: As I said, I don't know if I'll go any further on this. Although I did get some ideas as I finished typing it. But anyway I hope you liked it. X3
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters or settings, and I made up the plot all by me onesey, savy?
The Beginning (Otherwise known as Chapter 1):
Draco Malfoy strolled casually into the infirmary. Only a few torches were lit as it was 10:14 at night. Draco walked along until he reached the second to last bed across from the tall windows. He stopped. Jumped on the bed...with a leg on either side of its occupant, keeping them from trying to leave.
Not that Harry Potter could have gotten away from him that easily.
"So," Draco hissed, "got you."
Green eyes stared up at him through glasses that had been hastily fumbled on.
"How have I pissed you off this time, Malfoy?"
"This is my payback for what you've done to me. To us." Green eyes stared blankly at him. "They're after my father for what you did, you bastard."
"Jeez, some people don't know a favor when they see one."
Draco nearly slapped him. He very much wanted to slap him. Instead he leaned forward on his arms. "My father's in exile, you bastard, and any time he's caught he goes straight to Azkaban.
"You messed everything up by doing that. Things would have gone so much better this year if you hadn't. We could have—" Draco stopped himself before he went further on that thought. Started again. "So I set that trap for you. I really didn't think you'd fall for it; I thought I'd have to wait another week before I caught you."
"And now you've got me in the infirmary where you can do anything you want with me. For a few hours anyway."
"Yes, anything I want." Draco smiled and brought his legs alongside Harry's chest, and lowered his head until their faces were only an inch apart. "And do you have any idea what that is, Potter?"
"No, but I'm sure you're about to show me."
Draco grinned and dropped his face and kissed Harry on the mouth.
At first Harry was still beneath him, but after the first moments of the kiss he began struggling. He wrenched his mouth from Draco's and tried to pull back.
Green started up at Draco. Then—"Get off me, you fag. Go find someone else to rub yourself on. I hear the statues are all open for personal fucking."
Draco jumped off the bed. "You'll take that back someday, Potter, I swear. But before I go..." Draco bent over and whispered something in Harry's ear. Then he turned around and left the infirmary without glancing back at the boy in the bed.
***
Three days later Harry was up and about, cured of Draco's...unspeakable jinx. It was March and most people found the weather outside too chilly for their tastes. Still, a fair number of students were gathered outside.
Harry sat with Hermione and Ron on the stone benches of the courtyard. The other two were talking and sometimes Harry would add a comment on a certain topic, but really he was waiting for someone to walk through the courtyard. Finally Harry spotted him and got up to meet him. Hermione and Ron followed behind, puzzled.
"Well, well, Draco Malfoy," said Harry. "You know, I've been thinking about what you said the other day."
"Kiss my ass!" Draco broke in.
"Oh, I intend to, eventually," Harry said smoothly. "After I finish with everything else, that is."
Harry was aware of Ron and Hermione about to pass out behind him, and even Draco was standing and gaping at him. Harry smiled and allowed himself to be led away by his two best friends. As he went he brushed against Draco's arm and dropped a note into his hand.
Draco slipped the folded paper into his pocket as the trio left. As soon as he was alone and away from prying eyes however, he opened it.
Meet me in that old storage room in
the dungeons at 11:00 tonight.
Draco burned the note with his wand so no one could find the evidence later. Then he went to his common room to wait for the appointed time.
A/N: As I said, I don't know if I'll go any further on this. Although I did get some ideas as I finished typing it. But anyway I hope you liked it. X3