(Lust pt. 1)

Draco followed him. Stalked him down the halls. The poor boy was completely oblivious to the other man's echoing footsteps as he trailed behind him. He wasn't following him to harass him—much. He was chasing him because the look in those green eyes had been heartbreaking. He had to know why those eyes had been so heart-throbbingly broken. He had to know if he was the cause.

He tracked him all the way out of the castle, down past the giant's house, and into the Forbidden Forrest. He watches as Harry easily side stepped roots and fallen branches; he suddenly realized that this wasn't a new occurrence for the boy ahead of him. Harry knew where he was going. He knew where to step. He knew what to avoid.

It made his gut clench at the thought of him wondering out there by himself. He picked up his pace as the brunette began to sob and walk at the same time. His Harry was crying. His Harry was crying—and it was his fault. A queasy feeling came over him and he halted as Harry's knees buckled, shoulders shaking. He couldn't believe that he had such an effect on the Golden Boy. He was appalled that he hadn't seen it sooner.

"Harry," he whispered, voice cracking as he took a step forward.

"Go away, Malfoy." He snapped back, trying to muffle the pitiful sobs that wracked his body.

"No," he replied firmly, striding close and lifting the boy to his feet. Tearful green eyes avoided his gaze. "Harry, look at me."

Hands framed his face, and gazes locked suddenly before lips followed. There was a shared moan as the pressed together, and the tension that had been coiling finally snapped. Draco pushed him back against one of the larger trees, grinning devilishly as shaking hand gripped his shirt. It was hot and fiery and almost too much for a first kiss.

"Oh, bleeding hell," he muttered against pale skin, pressing kisses down Harry's throat. "Want you so bad, Harry."

A soft mewl was all he received as a response, and silver orbs glanced up to see a flush face with eyes shut tight. He scowled, pulling back a bit, and he noticed the way the shorter boy trembled. He was scared. So scared. Draco didn't understand why.

"Harry," he said gently, noting the wince. "Look at me. Open your eyes, luv."

Quivering hands clenched and unclenched in his shirt, and tears slipped down his cheeks as brilliant emerald orbs fluttered open hesitantly. Draco scowled, leaning in and kissing the tears away, he cringed as Harry tensed and tried to pull back. His hold on the young hero was strong, though. They struggled there a moment, Harry wanting loose, and Draco not letting go of the one thing he'd finally captured.

"Oi," he hissed, trying his best to calm the boy. "Just tell me what the bleeding hell your problem is."

"You!" He snapped back, still squirming. "You can't go stringing people about like this, Malfoy."

"Not stringing you about, Harry." He said sincerely, diving in for another kiss.

It didn't completely sooth the young man's fears, but it did calm him enough to respond. This kiss was less feverish. It was longer and more sultry and lingering. It was lips molding against lips, and tongues exploring and fighting. It was want and passion all curled up together. Harry moaned softly, and Draco smirked slightly as he dominated the other's mouth.

After what seemed like hours, Draco finally unlatched himself, breathing heavily as he admired his handy work. Blushing cheeks, parted lips, and dazed eyes. "Come to bed with me, Harry."

Those eyes cleared a bit, "If you're—"

"I'm not," he said, fingers running through dark hair fondly. "Trust me."

tbc.