Hogwarts 3rd year.
~Draco's POV~
Rays of sunlight were glittering through the cracked windows of the Shrieking Shack. I awoke feeling stiff; all my muscles hurt from the hard wooden floor. I'm not used to such harsh treatment. Never in my life had I slept on a more uncomfortable surface. Mother and Father always make sure I have the softest, most cushioned bed to sleep in. Yes, I'm spoiled, but I'm an only child. So that dictates I get everything. Like mother says, 'Nothing but the best for our precious dragon'. A sigh escaped my lips; relieved that we survived the night. My eyes fluttered closed again as I revelled in the silence.
A few minutes passed and then something heavy landed on me. I grunted and my eyes flew open; an unconscious - and very heavy - Harry Potter had rolled over onto me. What is with him? He must really like laying on me. I smiled at that thought; Harry Potter liked to lay on me, Draco Malfoy of all people! As fun as this is, he's crushing me slightly and I believe I need all my ribs undamaged to function. Now all I need to do is figure a way to wake up this snoring dead-weight. Hmm... I wonder if he's ticklish...? A small devilish smirk formed on my face. Yes, I would very much like to know if the famous Harry Potter was indeed ticklish. I slid my slightly cold hands under his flannel pyjama top, up beneath his arms. I felt a sudden jolt and Harry was off me in a flash.
"Oh hell, Malfoy!" he spluttered, looking frightened and angry all at the same time.
I guess that answers that question...
"What?" I asked innocently, not bothering to suppress my amusement.
"Your hands are cold!" he hissed.
...Maybe not.
"Just a little..." I smiled. "Besides, you're smushing me."
The angry shock left Harry's face.
"Smushing? Since when do you use words like 'smushing'?" Harry asked, a relucatant smile creeping on his lips.
His perfect pink lips; the ones that I got to kiss! A slight giddiness made it's way into my chest. I must've been grinning like a fool, because Harry laughed and said,
"What's so funny, Malfoy?"
I looked at him. Blushing.
"Nothing Harry." I said and looked away.
Now he looked bewildered. All playful teasing gone from his eyes.
"'Harry'?" he asked. "You never call me 'Harry'."
"I know... but I've always wanted to." I smiled shyly. "But it was easier to just call you 'Potter'."
"Why?" Harry inquired.
"Because... it wasn't very friendly. And after you hurt me... I didn't want to give you the satisfaction. I'm a bloody Malfoy, not kiss arse." I said.
Harry looked genuinely surprised. "I hurt you?"
I nodded, "You know that's not very easy for me to admit... but yes. You hurt me the very first day we met." I paused. "And although I've always given you a hard time... I still wanted to be your friend. It was just my way of coping."
Harry seemed at a loss for words. I praised myself; not many people can say they've rendered the great Harry Potter speechless.
"How'd I hurt you?" he asked finally, looking me in the eyes.
I averted my gaze; green eyes becoming too intense. "I introduced myself to you, I offered you my hand... and you... you just scorned me. Like I was nothing... nobody."
Silence reigned through the walls and the air around us for several uncomfortably-long seconds.
"I'm sorry," Harry said, suddenly pulling me into a hug. "I didn't mean to... I'm sorry." He whispered into my hair, holding me in a close, affectionate and protective embrace.
I smiled. Eventually lifting my hands up to rest on his shoulder blades. I linked my fingers together across his back and rested my chin on his shoulder; just letting the warmth and comfort in the moment surround me.
"I just thought you're harassing me because you're an obnoxious git. I didn't realize you're just trying to get my attention." Harry smiled; slightly pulling away so I could see his face.
Suddenly Harry smirked, "Mal-"
"Draco," I corrected.
Harry grinned, "Okay... Draco. Judging by the way you nuzzled my hair and kissed me last night, I'm assuming you've wanted to be more than just my friend..."
I felt my face grow hot at his unnaturally perceptive comment. He was right... since the beginning of our second year... I've found him enchanting. He gave a knowing, yet accepting smile.
"It's okay. Draco. I've felt the same." he said; words alive with honesty.
"Really?" I asked is disbelief. Letting myself feel hopeful for the first time in a long while.
He nodded, saying nothing else. He slipped out of my arms and sat back on the floor cross-legged. The thought in my head seemed ludicrous... yet so simple and perfect; like it was always meant to be this way. I looked at Harry again. He was petting a sleepy Jack. My dog yawned lazily. I mulled over the thought again for a few minutes before I spoke.
"Harry?"
"Yes?" he said, not taking his eyes off Jack.
"So, erm... doyouwannagooutonadate?" I finished quickly.
Harry's attention was brought back to me - exactly how it's suppose to be; on me at all times.
"D-Did you just ask me to... to go out on a date with you?" he managed.
"I can understand if you don't want to..." I said, feeling vulnerable.
Nothing. Complete silence. Seconds dragged on; doing nothing to ease my nerves. I was about to speak when Harry reached for my hand. He held my pale hand between both of his; gently caressing my well-moisturised skin. The gesture itself was so sweet and simple, yet the emotion behind it made me feel as if Harry was pouring his heart out into that simple touch.
"Draco?" he asked; above a whisper.
"Hmm?"
"The idea of us dating is so... absurd-" I flinched, "Everyone'll think we've gone mad. Considering we've-"
I closed my eyes. Oh Merlin, help me. I thought. I shouldn't have said anything; just kept my mouth shut. Why on earth would Harry bloody Potter want to date me? He's going to reject me. I should just leave now before I get my heart broken again, because there's not a chance in bloody hell that he's going to say-
"-yes."
My eyes flew open; going wide. "Wha-?"
"Yes. I would very much like to go on a date with you." Harry stated firmly.
His smile was so charismatic and... brilliant. His emerald eyes sparkled with joy.
I suddenly felt light headed; overwhelmed with inexpressible happiness. Oh Merlin's beard! Thank you! A billion times, thank you! I kissed Harry with surprising vigour; grabbing a fistful of soft, messy, lovely hair. Trying to pull him as close as humanly possible; expressing my elation and gratitude through smothering kisses.
"Brilliant!" I breathed, enjoying oxygen once more.
On second thought, I won't kill my friends. After what's happened, I totally owe them all.
Thanks guys. I smiled.
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Soon Harry and I were changing our clothes and packing up our stuff. Jack was bouncing happily around our feet; barking like a mad dog. He must be hungry; I forgot to bring anything more than a small bag of treats. Jack was jittering all about the floor. Crazy poof-ball dog... I rolled my eyes.
"We'll be in the bloody Great Hall soon enough." I said to Jack.
Several 'yips' ensued. He started spinning in circles infront of the door...
My dog's lost his bloody mind! I scowled.
"Draco, need help?" Harry asked, pointing to the satchel I was carrying.
"No. It's not that heavy." I said. "Thanks for offering though."
Harry smiled. I walked to the front door, opening it to look outside. The bright sun was beginning to rise. Jack bolted out the door. Apparently nature was calling to him. Soon he came back; happy and normal as ever.
I shook my head and laughed at him. Jack seemed displeased; like he was trying to scowl. He's a true Malfoy now! I pat him.
"Good boy."
Harry came up behind me; ready for us to leave. He silently grasped my hand affectionately. We started walking, enjoying the feel of the cold morning air as Jack trotted happily beside us. It was so early, I highly doubt that anyone will be awake to notice our absence. We entered Hogsmeade, following the long, red and brown leaf-covered path.
"Harry?" I asked.
"Hmm?"
"How long have you liked me?" I asked, genuine curiosity lacing my words.
Harry was thoughtful for a moment. "About half-way through second year." he answered.
"Can you forgive me for being a prat?" I asked hopeful.
Harry looked at me; friendly green eyes sparkling. "Yes."
"Thank you." I said quietly.
"You're welcome, Draco." Harry nodded.
We walked in silence, with our glove-clad hands clasped firmly, just listening to the dead leaves crunch beneath our feet. Jack bounced happily along. I felt tired, achy, and slightly nauseous. Although I couldn't be sure if that last feeling was from hunger, illness, or excitement. But whatever it was, I was still happy that I was here with Harry Potter. A warm feeling spread through my chest and I was unable to suppress a smile.
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We made it to our dorms before anyone woke up. Jack lounged on my bed as I quickly undressed for a hot shower. Damn, grimy Shrieking Shack, I have foul dust littering my perfect hair. Say what you like, but I'm not vain. I am simply stating the obvious. Oh no! Now Potter's got me doing it too. Bloody hell.
I scrubbed my skin and hair with vanilla and tangerine scented shampoo and body-wash. Oh Merlin, the smell was lovely. It's my favorite smell. Second only to fresh brewed chocolate and pecan coffee, of course.
Finally I managed to rid myself of all unpleasant Shrieking Shack dust and dirt. I emerge from the shower, then brush my teeth, and dress in my black school robes. Hastily putting on my green and silver tie as I leapt down the stairs two at a time. Jack following closely.
I darted out of the common room, practically full-on sprinting, eager to get my arse to the Great Hall. Harry's suppose to meet me there for an early breakfast before everyone else shows up. Turning the corner into the main corridor, I almost slammed into Filch. He looked angry beyond words as I skidded to a halt just a foot away from him.
"Aye, watch where you're going, ya little tosser!" he snarled in a raspy old voice.
"Yeah," I yelled, running away; laughing as indignant cursing filled the air.
I made it the Great Hall. Harry was nowhere to be found. I sat at he Slytherin table in my usual spot, waiting for The-Boy-Who's-Always-Late. I drummed my fingers on the table as I counted the agonisingly-slow seconds. Jack was sitting on the bench next to me; also looking impatient.
"My, my. Draco, I'm surprised to see you awake this early in the morning,"
I jumped and nearly fell out of my seat. I looked up and around to find Headmaster Albus Dumbledore standing a few feet behind me.
"You haven't even touched your breakfast..." the wise old man said, quirking a fine, white eyebrow. "You're perhaps... waiting on someone?" Albus said.
"Yes, Headmaster." I mumbled.
"Ah, I see." Dumbledore said with a hint of amusement.
I was suddenly uncomfortable. Professor Dumbledore and I almost never spoke. I couldn't suppress my trepidation, wondering what he was playing at, when he suddenly spoke.
"Well, don't worry Draco. I'm sure Harry will be along fairly soon." Dumbledore said, knowing eyes twinkling behind his glasses.
I felt myself pale and found myself unable to say a word. The Headmaster only gave me a small, sincere smile and turned to leave.
"H-How?" I choked out.
"Don't worry, Draco. Your secret is safe with me." Albus said, leaving the Great Hall.
That old coot did always like to play mind-games. I sighed and buried my face in my hands. I then heard shoes clicking against the stone floor out in the hallway. I looked up and in the doorway stood Harry Potter. I smiled and he made his way over to me. Jacked yipped happily at Harry.
"Sorry, I'm late. Ron started talking in his sleep. He asked if the green beans were gone... I said 'No' and he started to whimper, saying 'Oh, no. Don't let them get me'. I dunno, some crazy nightmare or something..." Harry said and laughed. I laughed too.
Hmm... Weasley is afraid of green beans. Good to know. I'll file that away for later...
Harry and I began to eat our food. I was having such a good time with Harry, I hardly noticed my food, though occasionally I would give Jack a large piece of sausage or bacon. We chatted about Quidditch and homework, though he kept glancing at my plate as we talked. He seemed bewildered.
I became curious and irritated, finally blurting out, "What?"
Harry only shrugged, "Just wondering why you poured chocolate syrup on your eggs..." he said gesturing toward my plate with his fork.
I glanced down and indeed my scrambled eggs and cheese were drenched in viscous chocolate. I tried to suppress a shudder, though I don't think it went unnoticed.
Harry smirked playfully, "Is somebody pregnant?" he teased.
"No! I happen to like chocolate on my eggs!" I lied and took a large bite; instantly regretting it.
"Sure..." Harry said sarcastically, smiling even wider.
His amusement grew tenfold as I vomited underneath the table. Harry was laughing his arse off.
"Shut up, Potter." I scowled and wiped my mouth.
"S-Sorry... I've just never... s-seen anything so... funny!" Harry managed to get out between hysterical laughter.
"Not a word to anyone!" I growled.
"Alright..." Harry said, "That wasn't the most dignified thing you're ever done."
"Exactly." I affirmed. "I'd like to maintain some semblance of dignity!"
Harry snickered, "Yeah... dignity."
I scowled. He chuckled.
"You know, I rather like it when you scowl. It's like an angry pout."
"How dare you... Malfoys don't pout!" I made a wry face.
"Pouter." Harry snorted.
For that I punched him in the arm. Not really hard, but hard enough to get my point across.
"Ow!" Harry exclaimed, looking playfully affronted. "Git..."
"What was that?"
"Nothing." Harry shook his head, smiling.
"Thought so." I smirked.
A few minutes passed without a word. We just ate our meals, content. Then Harry spoke.
"So, what do you wanna do for our first date?"
I looked at him, thinking... then getting distracted by his lovely eyes...
"Draco?" Harry asked when I spaced out.
"Huh... oh, yeah... first date... um... Do you wanna go to Hogsmeade with me?" I asked.
Harry looked horrified, "With all those people around?"
He was right, we couldn't go to Hogsmeade together. That would be too weird. For us and everyone else at this school.
"Well, we could have dinner in the Room of Requirement..." I suggested.
Harry looked pleased. "Draco, you're brilliant... just brilliant."
I smiled, blushing at his sweet comment. "Shush..." I whispered.
Harry placed his hand over mine, "Tommorrow at seven alright?" he asked.
"Yeah," I smiled, "Seven is perfect."
Harry scooched closer to me, wrapping his arm around my waist, and turning my head toward him with his other hand. I quietly gazed at him, my breath catching in my throat. Such proximity with this beautiful boy makes me queasy. Yes... he makes me queasy. I should've realized that sooner. Harry leaned closer and pressed his lips to my cheek then moved to nuzzle my neck. I felt paralysed for a moment... only for a moment, then I relaxed in his embrace and allowed myself to be nuzzled. I felt him inhale a long, calm breath.
"You smell so good, Draco." Harry mumbled against my neck. "Like... orange ice-cream."
I chuckled, "Yeah... thanks. It's er... my body-wash."
"Mmm... You smell so good I just wanna eat you..." Harry teased, gently nipping my neck with his teeth.
"Harry!" I yelped when I felt his teeth on my neck.
We playfully nuzzled for the rest of our breakfast, totally ignoring our food. Harry had decided that he indeed liked biting my neck and occasionally my earlobe... He received some squeaks and yelps out of me for his effort, seeing as I was a bit ticklish; which he loved by the way.
We became so engrossed in our playful nipping and nuzzling that we barely noticed the faint echo of footsteps enter the Great Hall.
"Boys?"
We both jumped quickly away from eachother, looking toward the large doors. There stood Albus Dumbledore... again. Harry spluttered and looked like he was going to have a panic attack.
"Professor... I-I can explain, sir..." Harry blurted out with a mad blush staining his cheeks.
Dumbledore just smiled, amused, "No need Harry, I merely came to inform you that other students and teachers will be arriving soon. You might want to... make yourselves less conspicuous, yes?"
Harry and I both nodded in agreement.
"Yes, Professor." he said, still blushing.
Dumbledore began walking to the staff table, and took his seat in the usual spot, right in the center. I felt shaken, startled. Harry noticed and gave me a sympathetic look.
"You alright?" he asked, stroking my arm.
"Er... yeah. Just don't like being snuck up on..." I said, rubbing my eyes to relieve my tension.
"Lets go outside. We've got another hour before classes." Harry smiled and grabbed my hand, pulling me up.
Hand in hand, we left the Great Hall and found peace outside, under a tree in the early morning sunlight. We sat side by side, leaning against the tree. Our hands intertwined with the other's. His thumb sweetly, comfortingly, absentmindedly stroked the back of my hand. I don't think I've been happier than I am now. I hope it stays this way for a very long time. His other hand moved to pet my blonde hair... like I was a cat, but that didn't bother me too much... I mean, it was soothing... like making-me-fall-asleep soothing. Reminds me of what my mother used to do when I was... ugh... little. She just always...
"Draco... Draco? DRACO!" someone yelled my name right into my ear.
"Wha-?" I asked angrily, groggily.
"Damn it, Draco! Get up! We're going to be late for class!" Harry yelled, shoving me into consciousness.
"I thought... you said we have an hour." I yawned and rubbed my eyes with my palms.
"Had." Harry said. "We had an hour, but that was 53 minutes ago. You fell asleep on me!"
"Oh, sorry." was all I could say.
I'm still very tired and I just wanna curl on the grass and take a nap, but goody-two-shoes Potter has other plans for me. Which are evident as he hauls me to my feet and drags me back inside the castle.
Bloody classes... I thought.
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Harry and I sat far from eachother and hardly interacted all day. Though, we found a nice quiet spot in the corridor outside Charms class to share a quick kiss. I sat with Blaise.
"Hey, Blaise!" I said cheerfully.
Blaise gazed at me, confused and disturbingly pleased.
"Uh... Hi, Draco. You're in an unusually good mood..." He said with a nervous chuckle.
I nodded, "Yes, that I am, old friend." I said flashing a brilliant smile.
"Why's that?" Blaise inquired.
I leaned closer to him and lowered my voice considerably.
"I'll tell you later, after classes, alright?" I said.
Blaise nodded, no doubt wondering what I was going to say to him.
Boy, is he in for a surprise! I thought to myself, smirking.
I saw Harry glancing at me from across the room. I glanced at him too, raising one eyebrow. He tried to hide his small smile from Weasley and Granger. I couldn't help but wonder how they'd react to he and I dating...? I bet Weasley would explode... That'd be hilarious.
"So, today we're learning The Sweet Dreams Charm," Professor Flitwick said. "This spell will cause the one it's cast upon to have pleasant dreams about the things that make them happy."
I stared off in space, albeit I was listening to the teacher.
"The spell is Somnium Iucunda. An ancient magic originating in the norther part of Europe. This spell dates back many hundreds of years. This spell is often used to relieve nightmares and vivid dreams from traumatic events."
I quickly wrote that down.
"Now, you are only able to cast this on another person, not yourself, so you'll be working in pairs."
I tensed. I hate working in pairs... Avada Kedavra me now...
"And tomorrow, I want a full roll of parchment detailing the effects of the spell that you have experienced, since this spell only takes effect when you're asleep. Are we clear?" Flitwick asked the class.
Everyone nodded and mumbled things like, "Yes, Professor."
"Okay," Flitwick smiled, "when I call your names, go sit with your partner."
He began to read off the list... I waited for my name.
"Draco Malfoy..." Flitwick said, "and Harry Potter."
Yes! YES! Internal happy dance! Whoo!
I coughed, and scowled slightly in Harry's direction. His cheeks were tinted pink as he made his way over to me. He sat down, occupying Blaise's empty seat; who had been partnered with Pansy.
"Malfoy." Harry nodded.
"Potter." I smirked.
"Face your partner," Flitwick said; we did so. "Imagine something wonderful, something happy. Allow that feeling to flood your mind. Then, imagine your partner feeling the same way as they fall asleep."
Harry and I did. I suddenly felt myself blushing and looked away slightly... My thought was of the Shrieking Shack incident. Enough said.
"Now, with a slow wave of your wand, say Somnium Iucunda. If done correctly, your partner will be surrounded by a blue glow for a few seconds... begin!"
I took out my wand. After a minute of happy-thought-thinking and wand-waving, Harry was surrounded in faint blue light, as was I. It was weird. I had the strangest tingling sensation forming in my veins, but it soon passed.
Suddenly I jumped from the sound of a large bang. Finnigan stood with his wand out and Longbottom's hair was charred and smoking.
"Finnigan! How on earth do you make a Sweet Dreams spell explode?" Blaise shouted from across the room, absolutely stunned.
"I don't know!" Finnigan wailed in disbelief at the mess he himself created.
Harry, I and many other students burst out laughing. I buried my face in my arms when I started crying from laughing too hard... I thought I might die.
"Okay, quiet down, children." Flitwick said.
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So when classes were finally over for the day, I sought out Blaise and the rest of my friends; Pansy, Greg and Vince. We met outside under my favorite tree. The all looked curious; anticipation vibrated off them. The satisfied, proud, smug smirk didn't leave my face.
"So, Draco, what've you got to tell us?" Pansy prodded excitedly.
"Yeah, mate, what happened in the Shrieking Shack?" Blaise inquired.
All eyes fixed on me.
"I'm seeing someone!" I pronounced happily; slightly arrogantly too.
Everyone inhaled sharply; excitedly.
"Who is she?"
"Is she cute?"
"Is she Slytherin?"
"Is she pureblood?"
They asked all at once.
"It's not a 'she'." I said shaking my head and smirking.
Blank stares, nothing but blank stares, and a nice little thud; which can only mean Pansy has fainted.
"So..." Blaise started. "You're seeing a boy, then?"
I nodded.
"Right. Well... who is it?" Blaise asked.
"Potter." I stated nonchalantly.
"Oh...!"
"That makes sense."
"Now I get it..."
They said at the same time, well... except for Pansy, that is.
"So, I take it you and Potter had a nice time in the Shrieking Shack, eh?" Greg asked.
"Yes, indeed we did." I smiled.
"Well, good for you mate." Vince said. "We'll all keep this between us."
"Right, don't want this to get out just yet." I said.
It's so nice I have such loyal friends.
"Oh, yeah. As thanks for daring us to spend the night in the Shrieking Shack," I said as I rifled through the pockets of my robes, producing a small leather pouch. "I want to give this to you guys."
I handed the pouch to Blaise, who opened it; looking quite pleased actually.
"Whoa..." He muttered as Greg and Vince gathered around him.
"Draco! There must be like 100 galleons here..." Greg exclaimed.
"Yes, 25 for each of you. Buy yourself something nice, yeah?"
They all half-hugged me and pat me on the back in thanks. I was happy. If it hadn't been for them, I never would've gotten to kiss Harry.
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I arrived back at my room. I had the rest of the day free until dinner, so I could do whatever I wanted. I changed out of my robes into a really comfortable black sweater and pair of black pants. Jack was yipping excitedly at me while I dressed. He hasn't seen me all day. I suppose the little bloke missed me. I sat on the floor and let him jump on me, he was whining happily. He even tried to jump up to lick my face as I vigorously pet his soft black fur.
"Come on Jack, lets go find Harry!" I said excitedly to him.
His ears perked up and he tilted his head in that curious, thoughtful look that dogs get. In an instant, he was off my lap and padding out of the room in a mad rush.
"Hey! Wait for me!" I shouted and scrambled after him.
He was sitting impatiently at the bottom of the stairs. I walked over to the common room door, opening it. He bolted, I followed as best I could. I ran until the muscles in my legs hurt, not knowing where we were going. I just kept following Jack. He eventually led me to a large portrait of a... very plump woman.
"Oh, dear heavens! A Slytherin!" She shrieked.
"What?" I scowled, looking offended.
"Slytherins are not permitted into the Gryffindor common room!"
I quirked a brow. So she's the portrait to the Gryffindor common room? Good to know. Jack growled and barked really loud, four times. The portrait opened a bit and a mess of red hair poked out. It was Weasley, who was not pleased to see me.
"Malfoy," he hissed, "What do you want?"
"Where's Potter?" I sneered.
"Bugger off, Malfoy. He's not here."
Jack whined in annoyance. How can I tell? I'm perceptive. He suddenly bolted in the direction we came, barking loudly. I shrugged at Weasley, turning heel and following Jack once again. This time he led me outside, all the way to the quidditch pitch.
I stood far away, making sure not to be seen. From a distance I could see that the Gryffindor team was practicing for the first match of the season. Gryffindor vs Slytherin, it's always Gryffindor vs Slytherin. I suppose it's because our house rivalry is more exciting, though I've always been fond of the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw rivalry. Yeah, it's true. The Huffleclaws can't stand eachother. Which is surprising actually, considering that Slytherins get on very well with Ravenclaws; Gryffindors with the Hufflepuffs. I actually know a few cool Hufflepuffs, like Dawn Hotchkins, she's amazing! Fifth year; best chess player ever!
The Gryffindors finished their practice, much to my delight.
"Jack," he looked at me, "Go fetch Harry!"
He barked excitedly and raced onto the pitch. I stood with my arms across my chest, waiting. Soon Jack returned, with Harry; tugging him along by the hem of his quidditch robes. I laughed softly, covering my mouth with my hand.
"Hey, Draco!" He called when he finally saw me.
At this, Jack let go of Harry's robes.
A very intelligent dog indeed.
"Hi, Harry," I said, "I was looking all over for y-"
I was suddenly cut off when Harry pressed his mouth against mine. He pushed me into the tree behind me and continued to devour my lips. He had an arm on either side of my head, preventing my escape.
Not that I'd want to escape.
At first I was surprised, but that didn't last long. I wrapped my arms around his back, pulling him closer as my fingers slithered their way into his soft, dark hair. Our kissing went from gentle to impassioned as it became all-out snogging. I was wedged between Harry and the tree. Surely Harry had no intentions of ceasing his ardent assault anytime soon. I didn't care. One hand slid down to the small of my back, caressing the delicate skin, while the other raked through my perfect hair. I playfully bit his bottom lips as a soft, excited whimper escaped my lips. All this touching was over-stimulating my senses, causing my lower regions to suffuse with warmth and feel constricted.
"Harry..." I breathed.
"Yes... Draco?" Harry said between kisses.
I tried to form a coherent sentence in my mind, alerting him to my problem, but I could not. Then as if knowing my wish, he stopped. Harry pulled back, smiling.
"I've wanted to do that all freaking day." He said, resting his forehead against mine; panting.
I smiled, breathless too.
"Oh, Harry. You've got me all worked up now." I whined at him.
Harry glanced down at my trousers.
"Oops... Sorry." He said sheepishly, a deep blush spreading over his face.
I smiled and laughed as I ran my fingers through my disheveled hair and licked my kiss-swollen lips.
"It's fine. I'm just thankful you stopped when you did. Because if you hadn't, I might have lost all my inhibitions and shagged you right here, on-lookers be damned." I smirked.
Harry looked horrified, "No! Please don't. Can you imagine the gossip, then the Daily Prophet..."
He shuddered. I laughed. Jack whined and lifted his paw to cover his eyes.
"Don't worry. I won't shag you in public... unless I know we won't get caught." I smirked.
Harry blushed and sluttered. I howled with laughter at his innocently startled expression.
"Oh, Harry." I stepped closer and hugged him. "You're positively adorable."
He let out a chuckle, "Thanks... I think."
"We should probably go before the rest of your team shows up..." I said.
We glance toward the locker rooms.
"Yeah, you're right."
I took Harry's hand in mine. "Come on, lets go hang out by the lake."
He nodded, grinning happily. We walked together toward the black lake, Jack following. I snuggled close to Harry, content to just be near him. Hopefully, now that we're together, our love will abound.
*End Chapter 1*