Loves Gonna Get You Down.
By; Kate Duffy.
DISCLAIMER; I do NOT own any of the characters or location in this extreamly short story.
They belong to the fantastic JK Rowling.
Draco Malfoy, his startling gray eyes stared at Harry from across the room. But this time, he wasn't staring at him with hate in those eyes, but with love, lust and longing.
It was intense, he had never seen Draco this way before, it was even frightening for him. So new, so unfamiliar.
Draco started to move towards Harry, taking long strides so as to reach his destination quicker.
In no time at all he was right in front of him, their noses inches from each other. His breath was cool on Harry's face.
Without warning he felt Draco's lips on his, warm and welcoming.
Harry kissed him back, softly and sweetly, yet somewhere in the back of his mind he knew it was wrong to be feeling this. He knew it wasn't right to kiss Draco, especially now that he was dating Ginny, his best-friend, Ron Weasley's fiery younger sister.
Slowly and reluctantly Harry pulled away, his insides aching with the sudden pain at the loss of contact.
Draco was looking at him, confusion in his magnificent gray eyes.
He knew all to well that Harry wanted the same as he.
Nothing was said for a long time, the silence pressed in around them, suffocating them both.
Sadly Harry shook his head, having convinced himself that it was wrong to feel this way, that it was just a phase and that the only way to get over it was with distance from the person in front of him. He had convinced himself of this before asking Draco to meet him in the dark, deserted, unused girls bathroom that is Moaning Myrtles dwelling.
"I'm sorry.." He whispered, "I can't do this.."
With those words spoken he turned, he had never felt pain like this, not when his relationship with Cho Chang had broken down over that summer, not when he had fallen out with his best friend in their fourth year. Not even when his godfather Sirius had died in the Ministry. This was a new kind of hurt. Harry knew as he exited the bathroom, he would never feel pain like this again.
He grabbed at his memories of Draco, as if they where the precious oxygen he used to breathe.
But the only thing he could conjure where his eyes.
Draco's eyes, at the start of their meeting, so filled with love and lust.
Then at the end, so filled with hurt. Confusion and tears.
Fin.
Authors Note; "Well? Was it any good?"
-Hides in case of attack-