Prove Yourself to Me
Summary: Enchanting shade of green glared at those foul red shades of blood orbs. "You can't be serious," Harry scowled at the other who merely smirked. Sly hands sneak around the slim body and faces were near to each other, only inches apart. "Try me."
Prologue
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Harry Potter was not the type to doubt his friends but the side of him, that he buried when he first started going to Hogwarts and gained friends, was surfacing. It deemed him to not trust anyone. It made him think that he was being manipulated and that everyone around didn't care about him.
He was the Freak, the unusual and abnormal freak that no one cared for nor loved. It made him insecure and suspicious that it was sick. He was a Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived! He should have more trust in his best friends!
So what if Ron didn't believe him when he said he didn't enter in the damn tournament? So what if he was being a prat to think he would want anything to do with something that could kill him? And so what if Hermoine was being a considerate 'friend' and trying to stop them from fighting and failing badly?
This shouldn't cause doubt to sprout in his head. They had good reasons and it was possible that they were stressed. He shouldn't doubt his two best friends, even when it was really a good thought since they're being suspicious—
He slapped himself at where his thoughts were going.
"This sucks," green eyes immediately dimmed grimly and a long sigh came out of his mouth. He frowned, knowing that he would be getting more attention if he was in the Great Hall. "I think I'll just stay in the kitchen. I really need a break..."
Not paying attention to his surroundings, he didn't notice how deeper shades of silver watched his departure and briefly flashed a crimson red.
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Staying in the kitchen must have been the best decision Harry had ever made. If one skipped the slight disorder of the house-elves when he came and tried to cook for himself, then all was well. He got his quiet peace. He also had an interesting conversation with Dobby before said elf went back to cleaning.
No one could possibly ruin the moment.
"Well, well, who would have thought the Great Potter would hide in the kitchen like some coward?"
—and he stood corrected.
The black-haired wizard sighed, wondering why he was still bothering and looked towards the owner of the voice, green clashing with grey. Faintly, he thought for a second that he was staring at red eyes before brushing it off as his imagination.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" he frowned at the sight of his archrival, wearing that damn infuriating smirk and a maddening thought came to him, 'Geez, can't this guy give me a break? He's like some boy trying to get the attention of his crush!'
He was really tempted to slam his head. Why the hell did he just think of something like that? It was official. He was losing his mind.
Draco widened his smirk, getting himself a more suspicious look from the Boy-Who-Lived and moved forward until he was near the smaller male. "Nothing really," he answered with a tone that confused Harry. It was almost husky and sexual but that couldn't be true, right? "Just thought the Golden Boy would be lonely now that his so-called friends abandoned him~"
"Hermoine and Ron didn't abandon me!" Harry almost growled out in anger and he was tempted to spat at the other's face.
"Really? Then, why aren't they here?" the blond male trailed off casually, silver eyes flickering with triumph when jade eyes showed uncertainty and betrayal even just a little. "I told you, Potter."
"You should choose your friends carefully," his hand was once again waiting for the other to take for the second time. His silver eyes turned into bloodied red eyes. "You should choose someone like me."
Almost immediately, warning bells were ringing in Harry's mind. There was one thing he knew about red eyes. There was one creature that came into his mind. Vampires.
Enchanting shade of green glared at those foul red shades of blood orbs. "You can't be serious," Harry scowled at the other who merely smirked. 'How can no one had ever notice this?! It's been like four years by now!'
Sly hands sneak around the slim body and faces were near to each other, only inches apart. "Try me," Draco let out pair of sharp fangs and neared them to the other's face, his voice deep in the other male's ears.
Forcing the fear down his veins, Harry glared in defiance and hatred at the young Pureblood and spat, not backing out from the danger he knew he was in. He was not some coward. He was not going down. He was not going to show defeat...especially not to this male.
"I'm not afraid of you, vampire."
Smirk turning dark pleasure and practically evil, crimson eyes flashed with delight. "Shows how you're clueless about the Wizard World, Harry," the Malfoy purred, beaming with sexual appeal that said male shiver at how his name was called out.
The blond leaned forward and Harry didn't do much. He was waiting for the pain that was about to come so he was more than surprised at the sensation of a heated bliss filling his veins when rough lips was pressing on his soft lips harshly.
He couldn't think. He couldn't even breathe. The heat, it was too much. It was draining his energy. It was tainting his mind. It was burning his body.
He just moaned out loud.
And almost as fast as the kiss stared, it ended too quickly for his taste and he slide down, breathing heavily. His dazed eyes slowly moved up to the creature that had caused this reaction and didn't know what to think of those red eyes leering at him with intense lust.
"I'm not some leech," Draco started with triumph. "I'm much more than that and I'm going to make your world explode."
He leaned down and kissed the still stunned wizard for a much more pleasurable second kiss.
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End of Prologue