Unexpected Miracles- Draco
I stormed out of the compartment, and sprinted down the corridor to an empty compartment, shut the door, and then collapsed onto a seat, tears streaming down my thin, pointed face. I'd fucked up, big time. Why had I reacted like that? I answered my own question almost immediately. Father taught me well. Harry would never talk to me now. He didn't even look at my hand, for fuck's sake.
'Draco? Draco, its Harry. Can I sit down?'
I looked up, dreading the sight of the boy in front of me, and the effect he would have. Sure enough, as soon as I met his almond-shaped, grass-green, concern-filled eyes, with mine, the hardness in my underpants returned. Shakily, I nodded to the seat opposite. He sat down, and leaned over.
'Draco, he wasn't laughing at you. Honestly, he wasn't. He sniggered because I was trying to hide a very obvious secret...'
He went silent, his bony, yet beautiful face pleading with me to believe him.
'He basically called me an abomination. And I heard him call me a faggot. I only wanted to make friends, but I had to react. Now you'll never like me.'
The last part slipped out without warning, and I looked quickly at Harry, to see his reaction. He grimaced.
'Don't worry about that, the stupid twat got what he deserved. I made sure of that. Besides,'
he took hold of my right hand, and placed it on the hard lump between his legs.
'I think it's too late for me not to like you, Draco.'
He let go of my hand, and fell silent again, this time due to embarrassment. He looked down, and I saw that his face was also now shining with tears, as though he didn't think himself worthy. How little he knew. Slowly, I lifted his chin up, and bent my face towards him. I touched his lips gently for a moment, and then sat back, anxious of what he would say. His eyes were closed, and his mouth still pouted, kissing the air. I reached over and put his right hand on my stiff crotch.
'I like you too, Harry.'
Harry looked at me, his eyes roaming from mine right down to my erection. Then, without warning, he crushed his lips against mine, and I melted into him. My hands reached round to embrace him, one on his back, and one in his tangled mop of hair. When he poked his tongue into my mouth, I thought I would explode with happiness. I don't know how long we were snogging for, but we finally broke apart when we heard footsteps coming down the corridor. I grinned guiltily at him.
'We are eleven. We shouldn't know how to do that.'
'I'm glad we do! I'm looking forward to doing that all over again, but at the moment I think we should probably get changed. Special note- whilst you are doing this, I will be staring at your arse.'
I mock-slapped him on the arm, and then reached for my robes, thankfully not knowing the consequences of what I was getting myself into.