Title: Even Though I Know Better
Author: Chosentwo4381
Email: chosentwo4381@yahoo.com
Feedback: Would make me so happy.
Disclaimers: I don't own these lovely characters; I'm just playing with them until Jo needs them for the 5th book.
Author's Notes: This isn't beta'd, which isn't a surprise because none of my stuff ever is. This ficlet was inspired by Leann Rimes' song 'The Right Kind of Wrong'. However, it is not a song fic. This is also my first non femmeslash fic. I'm branching out.
Harry's POV:
Yeah, I know I'm not supposed to feel this way about him. I'm supposed to call him a poncey bugger, and whinge about how nasty his attitude is. But no, instead I gush (on the inside of course) about how his eyes light up when he's trading barbs with Hermione, or when he and Ron come to blows about some insult or another and his normally alabaster cheeks begin to flush and then he licks those oh so soft lips of his. Then later when I'm taking him to task about it, even though I know he… we have to keep up appearances, he gets this sexy, yet adorable pout, and I run my tongue over his bottom lip gaining entrance to his mouth and I can forget that Hogwarts exists and there is only me and him and how we feel about each other.
I know my friends would have a fit if they knew. Not because I'm gay, I mean Ron fancies Neville, and Hermione and Ginny are snogging all over the castle, that would be rather hypocritical. It's because it's him. They think he's poison. We tried an amiable détente at the beginning of the year, then Ron called Draco a bouncing ferret and it was all downhill from there. So telling them about our relationship is a no go. This isn't all that big a problem, because secrets can only last so long, eventually someone would slip in front of the wrong person and in addition to the huge row that would ensue, Lucius would find out. That would be like sending a wedding announcement to Voldemort himself. The Dark Lord would kill him, because I know that Draco would rather die than betray me, but that would kill me, because I can't live without him.
But none of that matters right now, as we sit in the Astronomy Tower, moonlight glinting on his silvery blonde hair, as he lies with his head in my lap incensed because Pansy tried to touch him in places that only I'm allowed to touch. I gaze down into those grey eyes that can melt me into a puddle of mushy emotion or galvanize me to lustful action depending on his mood, and I'm hit with a realization.
I love Draco Argentum Malfoy. The rest of the world be damned, but I love this boy, not yet a man. Even though I know I'm not supposed to.