Hey! Here is my story for the contest! It took a long time to re-type on our other computer, but I did it, so here you go!
First Kiss
Draco
I'm dreaming.
Or at least that is what I have
been telling myself for three
hours.
That's right.
I only dreamed that I ran away.
That I went running to
Dumbledore.
Crying.
Crying like a tree-year-old
On steroids.
I admitted.
I told him I was terrified.
The Dark Lord.
Voldemort.
He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.
Whatever you call him.
I'm fucking scared.
So I ran.
I ran from the Dark Mark.
And the man who wanted
to give it to me.
My father.
The rest passed like a blur.
Like I was on a train.
And it was raining.
And I'm trying to see out the
window.
Wearing Potter's giant glasses.
And before I knew it
I was here.
I don't know where here is.
All I know is that it's big.
That it's old.
That there are elves head's
hanging on the wall.
And that it's just like home, but
dirtier.
I don't take pleasure in being in
a place that reminds me of
home.
Because I become scared again.
And I don't like being scared.
Dumbledore brought me.
He's away now.
I'm being watched.
Like some criminal.
Or rabid dog.
I recognize the one watching
me.
Sirius Black.
But I am not scared of him.
Because I know
that he is innocent.
Because I know that whole story
of the infamous Sirius Black.
I am afraid of what will happen
when Dumbledore returns.
But I am distracted, for a moment.
By a certain person.
Who is watching me.
From the staircase above.
A certain person
With dark Brown hair
Thick glasses
And a really stupid scar.
Harry
I wonder with fury in my mind.
Why is he here?
How could they let him in!
My mind it screaming.
HE can't be trusted!
HE works for Voldemort!
HE is a bastard!
Get HIM out!
But my legs can't move.
My heart is beating faster.
I feel like a hummingbird.
Whose chest is about to
Collapse.
Because…
HE just looked up.
And I can't look away.
Draco
What is he staring at?
My eyes?
Why?
Yeah, I was crying.
Bugger off.
That is my business, not yours
Potter.
But even as I think this…
I suddenly realize…
Maybe Potter's glasses aren't
that goofy.
Harry
I want him to look away.
Why are thee rims of his eyes
Cherry-colored and swollen?
He was…
No way…
Malfoy doesn't cry.
But… His eyes…
They look so scared…
So sad…
But also…
So stunning.
That I can't look away.
More blue then grey, now.
Less like the grey rain clouds,
and more like the dark ocean they
linger over.
But still…. Sad…
I want to comfort him.
I want to hold him close
and tell him everything is okay.
So I look away.
Because his eyes
make me feel sorry for him.
And I don't like feeling sorry
for my worst enemy.
Okay, second worst.
While Draco and Harry where having their own private staring contest, Dumbledore was speaking with the members of the Order. Sirius requested to watch over the boy, not trusting any son of Lucius in his mum's old house. Too much black magic he could fiddle around with. But when Harry was spotted, he looked up as well.
"Harry, go back to your room." He said in a pleasant voice.
"What is he doing here!"
Ron had just burst in. His red hair seemed partly messy, and with a little dust as though he were just cleaning. He was with Hermione, who was in the same dusty condition but had her nose in a particularly large book that was probably remarkably confusing to anyone besides her. When she looked up from the manuscript her eyes widened, but not in the scared/disgusted way that Ron's had, but instead a surprised way. After that they returned to normal. Sirius looked up and sighed, looking a little worn.
"Draco is almost certainly going to be staying here for the next month until you go to school."
Draco suddenly seemed to be able to hear the conversation, as his head shot up and he looked over to Sirius. No. He couldn't go back to school. His father would find him there.
"It's okay, Draco." Sirius said, in a voice that actually did calm the boy a small, tiny fragment. "Dumbledore will straighten everything out. Your father is going to Azkaban."
At these words, Draco's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates., and for a moment he stopped breathing entirely. What where they expecting him to do? Testify against his father? No bloody way.
"What happened?" Harry asked upon hearing the Draco's father was going to jail, but then he saw… The look in Draco's eyes and wished he hadn't said a word. Draco looked so fucking scared.
"Yeah what happened? Why is he here?" Ron asked.
"That is none of your business, Ron."
This time it was not Sirius who spoke, but Mrs. Wesley, who had just exited the dining room. Her voice was shrill, her lips were pierced slightly, and her hands were on her hips. When Draco looked over his shoulder at her, he had to hide the relieved and grateful smile from being seen by Harry. Apparently, Mrs. Wesley had already heard the whole story behind Draco's escape from his home, as did the other adults, because Dumbledore had followed her out of the dinning room. He merely nodded to Draco, and then again to the others, and made his leave. He didn't say a word to anyone; he simply left. This made Draco even more edgy. The fact that everyone knew… He had trouble preventing the shudder from escaping him.
Five minutes later, Draco found himself in a room. With Wesley. And Potter. Alone. He was bunking here? Well, when he discovered this, his mind repeated one simple word over and over.
'Fuck.'
The red-haired boy kept staring at him, annoying Draco to no end… But… Harry kept his eyes turned away. Draco appreciated this, because he already felt like punching Ron in the face. He was practically in a daze as the rest of the day past him by. He didn't go down for breakfast. He didn't leave the room at all that day, actually. He stayed while the others were eating lunch. He just… sat there. Brooding. Thinking. Contemplating… And by the time lunch came he had determined one possible outcome for what he had done: he was going to be killed. If not by Voldemort himself, then by his very own father.
At dinnertime, he stayed hauled up in the room as he had that whole day. No one other then Mrs. Wesley had spoken to him the entire day, and she only requested he come down to eat. He declined her kindly offer, telling her he wasn't hungry. It was only partially true, because his stomach was so tight that he knew that if he took one bite he would throw up right at the table. Besides he didn't want to have all those people staring at him, asking him prying questions.
The strange thing was, Harry refused dinner as well. He stayed in the room with Draco, reading quietly. Every once in awhile he would look over at the fair-haired boy, but instantly look away whenever Draco caught him. After a long while he stood up and walked over. He didn't look at Draco as he sat back down on his bed, which was across from where Draco's been was placed and where the boy in question was sitting.
"You okay Malfoy?" he asked.
Draco jerked slightly when her heard Harry's voice, and recoiled when he heard the question.
"What do you case?" he asked, trying to sound rude, but it came out depressed and slightly scared. That was practically mirrored what he was feeling, as well as anxiety.
Harry moved to the end of his bed, closer to Draco.
"I… I just do…" he said, staring at the floor.
"So they told you?" Draco asked, causing Harry's messy hair to stand on end for a moment as his head snapped up.
"…Yeah…" Harry said. "I'm sorry… about everything…"
"Don't be." Draco told him. His cold distance voice had moved into a much softer, possibly nice category. When Harry realized this, Draco saw his face flush. "What's wrong?"
"I… I had something… to tell you… but…" Harry turned his head away, trying (and failing) to hide his further reddening blush. "N-never mind…"
"What is it?" Draco asked. The fact that Harry refused to tell him just succeeded in making him curious.
"I… I…." Harry paused for a second, and adjusted his glasses. "I'm… I like… blokes."
Draco's eyes widened. He had never even suspected Harry… Well, sometimes he thought but… Anyway, he automatically knew what Harry meant by this very vague sentence. He just wasn't prepared. When the awkward silence reared it's ugly hesad, Harry panicked.
"I-It's a secret… Please don't tell anyo--"
"Why me?"
"Huh?"
"Why did you tell me? Why not one of those buddies you hang around with?" He elucidated. Harry's blush deepened tin shade once more; turning one of the darkest shades of red Draco had ever seen on any persons face.
"I…… I just…… I didn't tell you…e-everything…" he explained. He took off his glasses and started fiddling them in his hands, showing how nervous he was. "I t-told you… Because… I have t-to tell you something else……I h-have had………… a-a crush… one you… f-for two years…"
And then there was silence. A long one. And then, very suddenly, Harry stood up. He looked terrified.
"I-I'm sorry. Please, just forget I said anything!" he said, starting to run out.
"Wait."
Draco was standing now, and had grabbed Harry's wrist. Harry turned, and Draco saw tears in his eyes. They were small, just rimming the edges of his beautiful green eyes. He looked so flustered. And then… time stopped. Harry stared straight into Draco's dark grey eyes, the sparked of sapphire showing magnificently in wisps of grey waves. And in return, Draco gazed into Harry's magnificent orbs of sea green splendor. Even though he was about to cry… He looked… So gorgeous. It was almost intimidating… almost…
"You just told me a secret, right?" he asked, in whisper. "My turn."
He leaned in, placing his lips right next to one of Harry's small, cute little ears. Harry was trembling slightly. He didn't understand. Draco shouldn't be… so close… but… it was so… warm being close to him. And then, Draco's humid breath licked his ears as he spoke.
"I… Have had a crush on you… for much much longer." He whispered, in a sweetly seductive manner.
And then… he nibbled on Harry's ear. Just a little, but enough to show to Harry that he wasn't just making fun of him. He felt Harry jump a little, as a jolt went up his back. A slight shiver, but then it was all warm. He dropped his glasses to the floor, and Draco pushed him in return to this movement, pressing Harry's back against the wall. Harry was so bright red Draco didn't know whether to keep going or back away and let him take some deep breaths. But Harry was so adorable he decided on the former other then the latter.
He moved closer, trying to kiss the boy, but Harry turned his head away.
"What's wrong?" Draco asked, he turned himself, positioning in such a way that he could see Harry's face. "Come on…"
"I… I just…" Harry struggled to find the words, and Draco could hear tears brewing in the boy's voice. "You… Really want to kiss me? A-are you sure? I… I mean… you always… acted like… you despised me…"
"Because of my father." Draco assured him, putting one hand on Harry's cheek and pushed slightly, forcing Harry to look at him. "But daddy isn't here anymore, I can do whatever I like. Including kiss the-boy-who-lived."
"Don't call me that." Harry requested, looking Draco in the eyes again after wiping away the potential tears. He put one hard on Draco's robe, and squeezed the cloth lightly. "I don't like being called that. Please, Malfoy?"
"Don't call me that." Draco retorted with a small smirk. "We aren't in school. Now, what do you want to call me?"
There was a pause, and Harry's blush became prominent on his features once more as he tilted his head low. He looked up for a second, and then looked back to the floor. His figures tightened on Draco's robes.
"Draco…"
"There." Draco said, smiling. "That wasn't too hard, was it, Harry?"
"N-no…" Harry admitted. He was smiling now, as well. But he still seemed a little anxious as he said it, as he kept his head down.
Draco moved even closer, inches from Harry's face, and wrapped his arms around his waist. And then, he moved in. Closer… Closer…
Draco
At first…
I was like I was drifting…
Drifting closer to him…
He looked up.
So cute.
And then… Our mouths just…
Drifted together.
He seemed scared…
Like he had never kissed
anyone before…
I don't mind.
Because it was the best
experience ever.
Knowing that I was his first
only made it better.
I couldn't have been happier.
Especially when I bit his lip…
Only a little.
And he opened his mouth.
Wow…
For his first time…
He sure was good at it…
Harry
I was afraid…
But Malfoy
--I mean Draco—
Was so warm…
So I opened my mouth…
When our tongues touched,
It felt like chocolate melting…
I…
I decided…
That chocolate will be my
favorite food from now on…
I wondered why he wanted me.
He is tall and gorgeous…
I'm not.
I want to ask him…
But right now…
My mind is on where my
tongue is…
And my tongue…
Is in his mouth…
So warm…
Passionate…
And I know…
I love him…
Draco
When we pull away,
(And it took a long time)
He was shaking.
But no matter what he is
doing…
He always looks so damn
CUTE!
It's like a curse…
One of those good ones…
I kiss him again,
on the forehead this time.
I knew it would make him
blush.
And he did.
Which is why I did it…
And now I tell him how cute he is…
And how pretty his eyes are…
He blush goes brighter.
And I smirk.
I push him back,
And we land on the bed…
And I decide
It's time to fall in love with
every part of him…
End
Yeah, question mark because I may pull this out again and work on a second chapter, but probably not for a while. I'll send a trade now.