Authors Note: Thanks to Kate for making me write this… It'll probably be a two shot because I still need to work up the nerve to write the end of it, XD. Constructive criticism is welcome! XO!
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"Malfoy, you're such a little bitch." Harry Potter spat at the blonde, as he circled him with his wand.
Draco snorted and gripped his own wand even tighter, "Potter, you're going to regret that, I assure you. Confringo!" He exclaimed, a blast of flames headed right towards Harry.
"Protego!" Harry shouted back, blocking the charm. "You're gonna have to do better than that, ferret face!"
Dracos silver eyes narrowed as he threw his wand to the side and lunged at the raven haired boy. Harry stood still for a moment, not expecting a physical attack, and the next thing he knew he was on his back, Malfoys lean body on his.
"Malfoy, what the bloody hell, get off of--" And then a sharp pain shot through his jaw as Dracos fist connected with it. For a moment all Harry could see were stars, and then he shoved with all his might and rolled the two over and used his own hands to mark the other boy.
Just then there was a swish of robes, and the familiar slap of expensive shoes hitting the floor. Both boys stopped fighting just long enough to jump up and into a nearby room.
Harry pulled the door shut and let out a breath of air as he turned around, bumping into something.
"Ugh, what the hell, Malfoy?" Harry muttered, trying to push him farther into the room.
"Potter, if I could move any farther away from you, don't you think I would?" Draco retorted, shoving the scar headed boy back, but not managing much, as there was a door right behind him. "Way to go, you bloody git, you managed to pick the only broom closet in the whole school to shove us into."
"Malfoy, in case you're too barmy to remember, you're the one who opened this door."
"And you followed me, and trapped me in so--"
"Shh! Someone's coming!" Harry said, slapping a hand over the blondes mouth. Draco's eyes widened at the contact, and immediately wrenched away from the imposing palm. Harry rolled his eyes, and pushed his ear against the wooden doorway. He heard another swish of fabric and then it stopped. There was some mumbling that sounded like -
"It's Snape!" Harry whispered to Draco behind him.
"Well good, get out of my way so I can go back to my common room and get my beauty sleep. I'm sure Professor Snape will believe me when I say this is your fault Potter." Draco smirked, and tried to move past him.
"Knock it off you prat, I'm not letting you out of here just to get me in trouble, you must thing I'm loonier than Trelawney!"
But Draco ignored him and tried to shove past him anyways, only ending up in an even more suggestive position, the two of them facing each other, mere inches apart.
"Potter…" Dracos voice came quietly. Why was his heart racing like that? It was just Potter for Merlin's sake. Harry didn't respond, and he couldn't help but thank all the stars in the sky that it was so dark in the closet, because he was almost positive the heat on his cheeks was a blush, and Malfoys don't blush! "Potter, could you kindly remove your body from my own?" He managed to say without stuttering.
"Uhh…" came the reply. Harry managed to squeeze over to let Malfoy be the one next to the door.
Draco fumbled in his robes for a minute, after he couldn't find the doorknob. "Shit," he swore. "Potter, can you perform a simple Lumos spell, so I can find the handle?" He asked, in a snotty voice.
"Uh, sure." He heard from behind him. After a moment, Draco heard a swear similar to his own. "Bloody hell, I don't have my wand."
"What do you mean you don't have your wand?" Draco demanded, turning around in the darkness of the room.
"I mean, when you decided to attack me in an uncivilized way, I dropped my wand in the hallway, and I didn't grab it." Harry shot back.
"So we're both stuck in here?! Without wands, in the dark, and I can't find the door handle!?!" Draco exclaimed, his fists clenching is frustration. He couldn't stay in this closet this close to Potter for the whole night! He'd go crazy!
"What do you mean you can't find the bloody handle? It's on the door, you nancy-boy."
"Nancy boy? Listen here Potter, just because you're a flaming poofer doesn't mean you have to assume I am, just because I'm a stunning male creature." Draco scoffed at him.
"In your dreams Malfoy, I wouldn't touch you with a ten foot pole." Harry replied, with a grimace on his face. The comment had Draco blushing again, but it's not like Harry could honestly know that he'd had maybe one… or two dreams about the Boy Who Lived, could he?
Draco pushed aside this ridiculous feeling of embarrassment he had, and stepped a foot closer to Potter. "Are you sure Potter?" He was so close, even in the dark he could see the fear in Harrys eyes. He put his mouth right next to the raven haired boys ear, and felt a surge of bravery. "You look closer than ten feet right now, and you seem to be just fine." Draco pulled back slowly, and he saw Harry visibly gulp.
"W-what are you trying to pull here Malfoy?" Harry stammered, trying to compose himself.
"Why, Potter, what ever do you mean?" He replied, his voice silky, and full of seduction. He took another impossible step forward until Harry was completely pushed against the back wall.
"Seriously Malfoy, what the fuck are you doing?" Harry whispered loudly, trying to sound forceful, but failing.
"You know what they say about the fine line between love and hate Harry." Draco purred, before closing the gap between the two.
Two pairs of soft pink lips collided in the silence. It was a nervous kiss, soft like a fleeting butterfly, and yet still demanding.
Harrys eyes were as wide as saucers, completely baffled. On the one hand, his arch nemesis was standing here kissing him in a dark closet, and he should be pushing him away, and yet on the other, it just felt… so good. Nothing he'd ever done with Ginny, or Cho or anyone else made him feel like this. It was remarkable. And suddenly the contact ended.
Harry sucked in a gulp of air, not even realizing he was out of breath. He could feel his cheeks redden, not sure what to do now.
"Well Potter, looks like my dreams came true then, huh?" Draco smirked at the shorter boy.
"Malfoy, I… I don't know what you think you're doing but… stop."
"Oh wow, I'm shaking in my boots! Merlin, you think the Savior of the wizarding world would have some better comebacks." Draco chortled at him before leaning back against the wall across from Harry. "So how long have you known you were a big gay pansy nancy boy, Potty?" he continued, his smirk even larger than usual.
"I'm not gay!" Harry spat back at him, as though he'd been burned. "I have a girlfriend!" He exclaimed, trying to find some kind of excuse.
"That's not what I've heard…" Draco responded, brushing off lint from his robe, although how he could see it in the dark Harry didn't know. "I heard the mini weasel dumped you for that Irish baboon."
"That's… that's not…" Harry stammered, knowing it was true.
"Oh no, have I hit a sore spot?" Draco asked, a faux tone of concern in his voice.
"Shut up Malfoy, you don't know anything." Harry replied.
"I know you're gayer than I am pale." Draco replied, a short laugh escaping his throat.
"I'm telling you right now Malfoy, I'm not--" but before he could finish Draco was right in front of him, his lean chest touching Harry's toned one. His breath caught in his throat, and his pulse quickened. What in the world was happening to him? Harry thought, miserably. Why was he reacting this way to Malfoy, of all people!
"Potter, if you weren't gay, would you let me do," Draco spoke, as he placed a hand on Harrys shoulder, and slowly caressed his way down just above the waistband of his slacks, "this?" He moved forward and placed a slow, lingering kiss on the raven haired boys neck. Draco smirked as Harry let out a small moan that he tried to cover, resulting in a squeak.
"I'm sorry, what was that, I didn't understand you." Draco chuckled, the air of the laugh tickling Harrys throat, making his hair stand on end.
"Mal-Malfoy… why are you doing this?" He stuttered out, eyes still clenched closed.
"Like I said, there is a thin," Draco moved his hand lower to the front of Harrys pants, "thin line," he moved his hand into a cupping position, and he felt Harry tense, and a sharp intake of breath, "between love and hate." He finished before he assaulted Harry's already swollen lips again.
Even though Harry knew the complete and utter wrongness of the situation he couldn't help but become enthralled by Draco's mere presence. When he finally regained the ability to move his own body parts, he lifted an arm and snaked his hand through his assailants hair of pure moonlight. He felt Draco pull away again, and was overwhelmed with the loss.
"Where do you think you're going?" Harry ground out, as he grabbed the green and silver tie around Dracos neck and yanked him back. "I'm not finished with you."
The blondes eyes widened and he spoke, "You, finished with me? Potter, in case you don't remember I started this!" He gruffly pushed Harry against the wall again and ground his hips into the other boys. Harry let out a low groan and his head lolled to the side at the contact.
"Who started it, Potter. Say it." Draco demanded, pushing himself on the Gryffindor again. "Say it!" He hissed.
"M-Malfoy!" Harry forced out, his brain clouding over in lust.
"No, say my name," Draco repeated, as he continued his attack on Harrys lower body.
"I-- I, oh Merlin, Draco!" Harry exclaimed as he felt Dracos hand slip beneath the fabric of his jeans.
Draco grinned wide, "That's right, Harry, say my name again, just like that." He cooed into the other wizards ear. He could feel him slowly coming undone, at only a few mere touches.
"D-Draco, p-please! Don't s-stop!" Harry fumbled over the words, desperately clinging to the boy. He had the hand not pulling on Draco's haired wrapped around his delicate waist, forcing him as close as physically possible, and yet it still wasn't enough.
"Potter, you're going to wish you'd never been locked in a closet with me, do you understand?"
And suddenly, as if a light switch had be flipped, Harry became aware of what was happening, and a competitive look flickered in his eyes.
"Is that some kind of challenge, Malfoy?" Harry countered, dropping his hand from Draco's hair, lowering it to the hem of his nice white shirt. Confusion and shock flashed by his steely gray eyes for a moment, and then Harry yanked the shirt open, buttons flying and hitting the floor around them.
"Potter, this was a brand new shirt!" Draco exclaimed, mystified at the act, but was promptly silenced as Harry chose that moment to push his lips back on Dracos. As he did, he ran his hands down the pale chest in front of him, fingernails scraping as he went. Draco gasped breaking contact with Harrys mouth.
"Sweet Mordred, Potter, where the hell did you pick this up from?" He breathed out, trying to fill his lungs before latching them back onto Harrys.
Harry grinned, "Why Draco, one would think you've never done this before."
At this Draco sputtered, "What?!" Harry let out a small chuckle, and answered by placing feather light kisses on the scratch marks that were raising slowly on Dracos soft skin. He started at the collarbone, nipping a particular spot here and there, and then kissing it before working his way down.
Draco panted, wondering how he had come about being in this position. Wasn't he the one who was supposed to be seducing Potter? His thoughts were interrupted as he heard a zipper. And then he felt the cool air. It was HIS zipper. What was Potter doi-- "Oooh!"
"Did I do something you like?" He heard Harrys voice come from below him, amusement seeping through the statement.
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TBC!