Author's note: I am going to be busy for the next few days so… I will try to write the next chapter as soon as possible. If you see any mistakes I have made, please point them out.
The disclaimer thing: I don't own Harry Potter. I am just obsessed with it.
Draco's POV (in a way)
Draco didn't know what had gotten into him. He had gone to see Pansy and Blaise, ready to tell them his big secret.
Draco's memory: He was sitting in a fancy sliver chair at Pansy's, admiring the tapestry, and how the colors complimented each other so well. Pansy and Blaise looked at him expectantly.
"Pansy, Blaise… I'm gay." Draco spit out; he glad to get this fact out into the open. He was tired of hiding this fact. Pansy and Blaise just looked at one another, smirking. Draco became very confused.
"That's not a big surprise, Draco. From the moment we met you, we just knew. It was quite obvious, especially when you would stare at Harry's ass every chance you could get," Pansy giggled. Draco blushed, wanting to deny the fact.
"Would you like something to drink, Draco?" Blaise asked. Draco nodded, requesting some wine, and Blaise left with an odd glint in his eyes. Blaise came back with the drink and handed it to Draco. He nodded slightly to Pansy. Draco could tell he didn't want Draco to see, but… Well, Draco saw. He was curious about what, and very suspicious. He took a sip of the wine, trying to figure out why Blaise and Pansy were acting so strange. Then, he blacked out.
Next thing Draco knew he was in his bed. He got up and dressed in the clothes that were laid out on his bed. Draco only pondered for a second on why those clothes were there, but then the thought was replaced by images of Harry, each one in a compromising position. Draco tried to get the images out of his head as he walked out of the common room, running into the person that he had been wanting since he first met him. Harry Potter. He felt Harry's emerald green eyes roaming his body. Draco was puzzled at why Harry was standing outside the Slytherin Dungeon and why he was checking Draco out.
"Yes, Harry, what would you like?" Draco's mind was racing a million miles a minute, trying to figure out why such a beautiful creature was bumbling like an adorable idiot in front of him.
"Um... Err… Well…You see…" Harry was flustered, and Draco was drowning in his happiness.
"Well, seeing as you are here, and it is morning, and I doubt you have eaten, we shall walk down to the Great Hall together. Are you able to walk?" Draco was oblivious to the excuses Harry was mumbling; blood was pounding in his ears as he impulsively grabbed Harry's hand and pulled him towards the Great Hall. Draco couldn't even think. All he knew is that he was on Cloud 9, feeling Harry's hand tightly grasping his.
When they reached the Great Hall, Draco unhappily let go of Harry's hand, only to wrap a finger around a belt loop of Harry's jeans. He led to a secluded part of the large table, silently slipping onto the bench.
Draco held out as long as he could, but halfway through breakfast he grabbed Harry's leg, sliding his hand up and down the jean-covered leg. He started to make circles with one of his fingers, getting closer to Harry's crotch, hoping to get a sound out of Harry so he could hear Harry's voice.
As more people filtered into the hall, Harry abruptly got up and practically ran out of the hall. Draco followed silently behind Harry. Harry abruptly turned and descended the stairs down to the dungeons. As Harry rounded a corner, Draco pulled him back by the collar. He pushed Harry against a wall, smothering his lips against Harry's.
Draco wasn't sure what had gotten into him. He wouldn't have done this last week… The thought was pushed to the back of his mind as he felt Harry's mouth moving against his. Wait, Harry was kissing him back? Draco heard Harry moan, his lips vibrating. Harry's arms snaked themselves around Draco's neck, tangling his fingers into Draco's hair. Harry's tongue flickered against Draco's lips, and Draco willingly parted them.
Draco ran his hands down Harry's sides, lifting up Harry's sweater. Draco slid his hands up Harry's stomach. Harry sighed as Draco rubbed his nipples with his thumbs. Draco groaned, breaking apart from the kiss, breathing heavily.
"Draco, I want more," Harry said, breathlessly, fingers still tangled in Draco's hair. Draco was shocked. Harry seemed so… innocent, but Draco was eager to comply. He pushed Harry into the nearest classroom. Harry pulled Draco's head closer, crushing their lips together. Draco stuck his tongue into Harry's mouth, exploring. Draco's hands made their way towards the belt of Harry's jeans, unbuttoning them impatiently with shaking hands. He slid one hand down the front of Harry's jeans and boxers, surprised to feel how hard Harry was.
Draco heard Harry's breathe hitch, and he wrapped a hand around the burgeoning manhood. He began to idly stroke it, listening to Harry's breath quicken. All the sudden, Draco heard footsteps. He stopped, pulled away from Harry, and listened. He looked at Harry, who was quickly buttoning his pants. He looked at whose classroom they were in, and saw it was the potions room. Draco started. No one besides Snape would be down in the Dungeons, and he was probably checking the cauldrons. He grabbed Harry, who looked bewildered, and shoved him into the shoved him into the closet, following closely behind.
Draco heard the door to the room open. The footsteps got closer to the closet door.
end of chapter
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