Chapter 2: Disasterology

A/N: Thank you very much for all the story follows and favorites! I really appreciate it. I'm really glad that people are still interested in my story, even if it is my second time telling it. I will try to post frequently. I have finals next week, and two laboratory exams tomorrow so I thought I would upload a chapter now. Thank you all very much again!

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Rating: M for later chapters. MalexMale stuff here, not too much. Foul language.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. The lyrics at the end are from Emarosa. Chapter title borrowed from Pierce the Veil.

Harry felt his body jerk forward. It took him a few seconds to register a pair of cold hands pulling his face lower, a couple of slender fingers slipping through his dark hair, a pair of dry, cold lips pressing against his own.

Harry tensed, unsure of how to react to his current situation. Draco had his eyes closed tightly. Harry could observe the long, blonde lashes on Draco's eyes flutter. He felt his stomach flip as a sweet aroma from the blonde's hair traveled up his nose. And as quickly as it happened, it was over. Harry could feel Draco's fingers tighten around the sides of his head, tearing him away.

"Potter…" Draco spat.

"M-Malfoy…" Harry observed the dark, indignant blush that now covered Draco's pale cheeks. He watched the other silently, letting his tongue slip over his lips again. He could almost taste the other's lips again. With shaking hands, he reached forward, caressing Draco's face. He felt the blonde flinch slightly at the touch. "What was that just now?"

Draco took a minute before he answered. "I…Well, you…You used my name." Draco mumbled. He had reacted without thinking. Something about hearing his long-time rival using his name had caused all rational thought to leave his brain. He crossed his arms again and leaned against the stone pillar, facing away from Harry to hide his blushing. "I don't know what came over me. I apologize."

Harry stared at the blonde in awe. Not only had he apologized to him voluntarily, but he had kissed him as well. Something about this situation just didn't seem right to Harry, but that kiss had taken all coherent thoughts right out of his mind. "Don't apologize. I don't regret it." He smiled. "It's actually a brilliant turn of events, if you ask me."

Draco frowned slightly. "I don't understand."

"Malfoy, ever since that first year when you stretched your hand out for me, I couldn't get you out of my head." Harry paused. "Whether it was hate, envy, sometimes even lust, you were on my mind in some shape or form." He couldn't help but chuckle at the dumbfounded expression Draco had displayed on his face.

"Potter, did I just hear you say…Lust?"

"Malfoy." Harry took a step toward the blonde man, reaching forward for his hand. "Draco. I like you. I really like you."

Draco flinched slightly in a bit of shock. Not only did Harry say his name again, but he actually like him? Draco could feel Harry's trembling fingers reach forward, curling around his own. This time he resisted the urge to retreat his hand, allowing Harry's warmth engulf him. Draco stood silently, head down, teeth clenched tightly. It would be an understatement to say that he enjoyed the other boy's touch. His belly was doing flips and his fingers tingled with an unfamiliar sensation that made his entire arm go numb. He was stricken.

Harry tightened his hold on Draco's hand nervously. He bit his lip in anticipation for a response, but alas, nothing happened. He sighed to himself and let his fingers go. Draco stood silently, staring at the ground as if it were the most interesting thing in the world. His hair had slid down the side of his face, shielding him from Harry's gaze.

"Look, I'm sorry… I didn't mean to offend you. I'll leave. Just forget this ever happened, I won't say anything to anyone." Harry's voice shook as he turned to leave. Mumbling his disappointment to himself, he turned, head hanging.

"Stop, you queer."

Harry jumped as cool, slender fingers entwined with his own. He stopped as he felt Draco's head press against his back. Turning his head slightly to the right, he could see the platinum blonde hair sticking to the back of his cardigan. Harry didn't exactly know how to feel about the sudden reaction from Malfoy. Quite frankly, after the several minutes of silence they shared and his sudden outburst, he thought that Draco had been disgusted with his confession.

"I knew there was something off about you," Draco mumbled. He dragged his forehead along Harry's back until he could rest his head on his shoulder. "But is it strange that I don't care? I feel so relieved..."

Harry blinked, "Relieved?"

"That you don't absolutely despise me. I always figured that you just hated me, or that you thought you were too good to be my friend."

Harry could hear Draco's voice straining to get the words out. He shook his head, "I've never really hated you. Sure you annoyed me sometimes, but that's because you were being a pompous twat." Harry felt Draco stiffen at his words. "But hate? I could never. "

Draco pulled away slowly, keeping his grip on Harry's hand. Harry had turned to face him, wearing a soft smile. Draco, let his eyes wander starting at Harry's shoulder, his neck, his chin, his cheeks, his scar, his beautiful green eyes. He could hear his pulse in his ears, but could not make sense of these newly discovered feelings. He had never felt quite like this for a woman, let alone another man.

"Potter, I don't understand you."

Harry shrugged, "What is there to get? I like you. Always have. I was just afraid of ever saying anything, considering my situation, you know…" He tightened his grip on Draco's hand. "I mean what else could I have done? The boy who lived a queer? And lusting after an alleged death eater? And the son of Lucius Malfoy at that. Hah. I'm sure the prophet would get a kick out of that." Harry laughed awkwardly, trying to lighten the mood.

Draco frowned and stood in place just as stiff as he was several minutes ago. He could hear his pulse pounding in his ears. Slowly, he loosened his grip on Harry's hand, taking a step back. Keeping his gaze to the floor, he slipped his hands into the warmth of his pockets. With a shuddering breath he managed to lock gazes with the luscious pools of emerald.

"Draco-"

"Don't use my name." Draco growled. His hands trembled in a fist as he resisted the urge to kiss the other boy again. He could see the confusion in the other's eyes as he spoke to him in a bitter tone. "You're telling me that you're a queer, and that you want me?"

Harry frowned. "To put it bluntly, yes. I can't get you out of my head."

Draco took another step back. He wasn't sure how to take in all this information. He had never really felt anything especially special towards Harry, until today. It was as if something deep inside him had awoken and would eventually engulf him in desire. Draco shook his head quickly in order to stop the stampede of thoughts from flooding his mind. He was a Malfoy, a pure blood, and he almost let himself be done in by none other than Potter himself.

"What kind of cruel joke do you think you are playing at?" Draco glared, his gaze piercing through Harry. "What in the world did you think you would accomplish by bringing me here? Was this all just part of your plot to humiliate me further?" Draco stopped as he observed a hint of sadness in Harry's eyes.

"No, Draco. I-" Harry started.

"I told you not to call me that."

Harry bit his lip in an attempt to keep calm. "…Malfoy. It's not like that at all. I'm telling you the truth. I like you." He took a step forward, reaching out for Draco's hand.

Draco took a step back in response. He flinched every time a word fell from Harry's lips. He had to leave or else he would be swallowed and suffocated with desire. There was no way he would let Harry take advantage of him this way. He would not be the fool today.

"Malfoy, please."

"Shut it, Potter. I've had enough."

Harry frowned again. This was not the way he had planned for things to go. Everything was falling apart. How could he make Draco see that he wasn't just pissing around.

Without thinking, Harry took Draco's hand forcefully in his own, pushing him till they were up against a stone pillar. Taking a mere second to stare into Draco's grey eyes, he leaned in, pressing his lips against the other's. He held Draco's hand up against the pillar, pinning him down as he sucked on the blonde's lower lip. He could feel Draco stiffen and struggle to get out of his grasp. Tightening his grip on Draco's wrists he pushed his knee between Draco's legs, grinding against his body.

Draco gasped. His eyes clamped shut as he felt Harry's tongue slide along the side of his lip before slipping into the dark cavern of his mouth. He stifled a low moan as he felt Harry's hot tongue sliding against his own before flicking against his teeth. He could barely register the pain in his wrists as the boy who was currently ravishing his mouth tightened his grip. His heart began to race as he struggled to remain unresponsive to Harry's movements. Catching a moan in the back of his throat, he pushed himself against the pillar as a warm, hardness pressed against his right thigh. Draco could feel his breath quicken, as he felt an unfamiliar warmth growing in his pants. He struggled against Harry's hold even more as he tried to hide him slowly growing arousal. He couldn't let Harry win.

Harry grinned to himself as he pulled Draco's tongue into his own mouth, sucking. He could tell Draco was trying not to make a noise, but he could hear the occasional squeak as the other tried to hold his moans back. He toyed with the hot, wet tongue in his mouth, nibbling on it every now and then. He stopped when he saw the other going pale. Pulling his face away slowly, he smirked.

"You're supposed to breathe through your nose."

Draco scowled. "You're disgusting, Potter. Absolutely despicable."

"It seemed to me like you were enjoying it…Draco."

Draco could feel his anger boiling up inside him. Gathering all the strength he had, he managed to escape from Harry's grip and push him away. Harry grunted in surprise as he fell to the floor, his erection pretty obvious. Draco wiped his lips onto his sleeve, his breathing heavy and uneven.

"Don't mock me. I'm leaving." Draco turned and ran towards the castle.

"Malfoy, wait!" Harry called chasing after him. He stopped as Draco suddenly disappeared, disapparating. He sighed, scratching the back of his head. He couldn't help but think that he had probably cock blocked himself from Draco forever. After several minutes of walking in circles and willing his erection away, Harry decided it was too late to do anything and disapparated away.

We've all made better moves despite the slowing of our feet.