Title:
BlendBy:
MiaDate Started:
4/7/03Date Finished:
Disclaimer:
…I do not own J.K. Rowling, I do not own Harry Potter, or Draco Malfoy, or anybody else in the series… no matter how much I want to (if you don't want Draco and Harry alike after looking at Rhysenn's fan art website, then you're crazy in my book). But I will never have them. *sigh* Oh well. A girl can always dream, can't she?AN:
Well, it's another slash (duh). Draco/Harry… I'm sorry, but I can't help but start another one. It'll be different than Mushy and Slushy—I don't know if it'll be angst, though.Prologue
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The boy stared into the darkness. His long black hair, newly grown out and a bit past his earlobes, rustled. The noise startled his senses and made him more alert. He peered into the shadows, trying to see whatever was making its way toward him. Goose bumps were spreading across his skin, mostly across his shoulders. It felt as if ghostly fingers were dancing across them.
Harry whirled around. His eyes widened considerably, and he took in a huge intake of breath. He exhaled, gasped, and composed himself, then glared in the face of the enemy. "Malfoy," he spat, taking care to make his voice sound cold and clipped.
"Harry," the silver-haired boy replied, to Harry's surprise. His voice was soft, and—almost scared?
"What are you doing here?" Harry said, the cold of his voice lost in the face of his confusion. "What do you want with me?"
"I need your help—" the Slytherin began, but not before Harry had brushed past him, heading in the opposite direction. "I can't believe you're even
daring to ask for my help," he replied, without looking back.Draco, looking pained in his haste, ran after Harry and turned him around. Harry shivered at the sensation of Draco's fingers on his skin again, and suddenly grey-blue eyes were staring into his green ones.
It's funny how you can look at someone's eyes for seven years, and never really see them.
Harry started. Where had that thought come from? Certainly not him. He looked at Draco suspiciously. The slightly shorter boy only laughed. The sound was quickly cut short, but Harry couldn't help but notice how nice it sounded.
Draco was looking at Harry. He was noticing things, too; he was noticing that Harry's ears were pricked for any suspicious noises. His eyes were strained, trying to observe Harry's muscles without seeming obvious. He was also noticing how gangly Harry was—how slender, almost in a womanly way. He looked up.
"You're crooked."
Harry started.
"What?!" he exploded, the pretense of all fair play gone from his mind. "What did you just say to me, Malfoy?" he said in a dangerous tone, his green emerald eyes shooting invisible sparks at the Slytherin.Draco had the grace to look shameful, but he had his pride, too. He smiled, his mouth curving nicely on his face. Harry's rage subsided as he stared at Draco's face, saw the rare, true smile, and wondered why he didn't do it more often. He would have a lot more admirers if he did.
"How can you say that? How can you just look at me and say that?" Harry demanded.
"The way you hold yourself," Draco replied, his eyes flicking up as he peered over his eyelashes and giving Harry a childish grin. Realization dawned in the black-haired boy's face.
"You—you're—"
"Gay?"
"I wouldn't say that, exactly," Harry said, laughing—a little nervously, albeit. "Draco, what are you doing here?" he said, suddenly back down to business. His eyes were narrowing into little angry slits, and Draco couldn't help but think,
He's attractive even when he's angry
before Harry's hands grabbed his shoulders and shook him. "Why are you doing that?" he demanded. "Why?"
"Doing what?" Draco asked innocently. He wasn't sure what Harry meant by this last statement.
"Why do you always make me feel funny?"
The words were out before Harry could stop them. Draco's eyes widened in shock, and they were staring at each other, their eyes piercing into each other, green versus grey, and then Harry blurted,
"I didn't mean it like that."
"Of course not," Draco said, smiling sarcastically.
"Don't do that."
"Aren't we feeling conversational today?" Draco replied. Harry looked at him, almost beseechingly, and he stopped. Sarcasm left his mind, and he was staring at Harry, and, he couldn't stop himself, he just—
reached out and kissed me.
Draco recoiled, in shock and surprise. Harry jumped back in a different direction, falling over his own feet in astonishment, and he looked back up into Draco's face and realized… he was shaking.
He's so perfect.
Draco leaned forward. Harry didn't back away—he took this as a good sign. He got onto his hands and knees. Harry was half-frowning in surprise,
can't believe he's taking the time to make sure I'm okay, get down on his own hands and knees and dirty his perfect body, and Draco kissed him again.This was becoming a swirl of darkness and greyblue and Dracodracodraco, and he could hardly see anything—he was sure his glasses had been knocked askew by Draco's hands—but he didn't want him to stop, oh no, he didn't want it to stop, none of it.
He didn't want the dream to stop.
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Harry Potter sat up in bed, shuddering. The last traces of the dream were fading, and all he could remember was a smiling face in front of him, before lips he had expected to be cold, but were actually quite warm, were on his own and they were exploring him, trying to help him up and kiss him at the same time. He was surprised at Draco's tenderness in these dreams…
Too bad they weren't real.
AN:
That's the first chapter! I hope you liked it! ~Mia