Harry stared directly into his blue eyes, waiting for a response that didn't seem to be coming anytime soon. After a moment of silence, Harry cleared his throat nervously, blushing. He began to stand up and leave.
"Alright then, I'd better be going."
Draco watched him move in utmost amazement, before shaking himself out of his daze. He grabbed for Harry's ankle as he was starting to walk away.
"Wait!" he squeaked, the word sticking in his throat. He was still trying to regain the ability to breathe. "Please... don't go."
Harry looked down at Draco, his pleading eyes, his saddened, pouting lips. His blond hair was swept all over the place from lying in the grass, and was barely grazing his shoulders with his head tilted up. Harry's face held a trace of anger, or embarrassment. Draco couldn't tell.
"I... I don't, I mean, stay with me. Please-"
Draco didn't get to finish begging. Harry was on top of him in seconds, pinning his shoulders into the grass. Startled, Draco thrashed against him, not realizing what was happening. He looked up into Harry's angry green eyes. His dark bangs hung in his face, giving him a type of intimidating sex appeal. He looked crazy with lust, one side of his mouth very slightly curled up into a tiny smirk.
And then they were kissing, and it was just as amazing as Draco ever could have imagined it to be.
Harry pushed hard against Draco's shoulders, and it was almost too painful to bear. But the fierce kissing was enough to let the sensation just become part of the pleasure. Harry ravaged him with a passion that Draco had only dreamed of, biting and sucking on his lower lip. When Harry's mouth traveled across his cheek and down to his neck, he couldn't suppress gasping out.
Draco tried to reach his hands up to tighten his fingers into Harry's hair, but Harry just grabbed them away and pinned them above his head, forcefully.
Harry kissed him again, long and hard, and when their lips parted, they were both panting for breath. Draco arched his back upwards with a dreamy sigh, begging for another kiss. He lifted his head and pleaded for their lips to lock again, but Harry just nuzzled his neck, breathing in Draco's smell. He then released one of Draco's hands and trailed his hand down his side. Draco shivered when Harry's fingers found their way through his robes and under the hem of his shirt. Harry gently traced a line across Draco's hip with the pads of his fingers and then ran his hand slowly upwards. He pushed his fingers softly over every one of Draco's ribs and then sunk his fingernails into his skin, dragging them down.
Draco closed his eyes and sighed in happiness, his free hand touching the other boy's face. As Harry pulled up Draco's shirt, he kissed his neck lightly. Draco's mouth opened in a silent plea for more. Shaking, he slid the fingers of his free hand into Harry's messy black hair. He began to suck and bite softly at the pale skin of Draco's neck
Draco murmured into the wind as Harry began to undo the buttons of his white uniform shirt, loosening his emerald green necktie. It was amazing how his fingers unfastened the buttons with such ease. Draco began to wonder if Harry had had practice in the matter. He wished he didn't; he wanted Harry all to himself.
Harry pulled himself up so that he was on his knees between Draco's legs. He leaned over and pulled Draco's robes open, slowly, cautiously. Draco pulled his arms out of the sleeves and let the black robes fall to the ground. He reached up and loosened Harry's own red and gold tie until it hung around his neck, completely undone. Then he undid a couple of Harry's buttons, but couldn't manage to get them all open before Harry pushed him back down again.
The gentleness in Harry's touch was gone, and he was attacking Draco's lips and neck with kisses and bites with the most force that he'd shown yet. His hands grasped at Draco's sides, grabbing at his skin and pulling him closer. Draco whimpered with the pain of his abused flesh, but Harry caught his lips with his own and the pain turned to bliss in the blink of an eye.
Draco wrapped his legs tightly around Harry's waist and yanked open the remainder of Harry's shirt buttons. Harry grabbed a hold of Draco's hands and once again pinned them above his head. His wounded wrist began to throb and Draco knew that one of the cuts had been reopened. He didn't care though; all he cared about at this moment was Harry; giving Harry what he wanted, and receiving what he needed in the process.
Draco's body was tingling all over when Harry began to sit up again. He kept hold of Draco's wrists, pulling him up with him. Then he fell back into a sitting position so that Draco was straddling him. When Harry let go of his hands, Draco held on tightly to Harry's shoulders and kissed him softly, slowly, almost painfully. Obviously Harry couldn't take very much of this, and he grabbed onto Draco's hair, forcing their mouths together and making Draco whine.
When they broke apart, Draco gasped for breath and dug his somewhat long fingernails into Harry's shoulders through his shirt. Harry clenched his jaw and groaned, seemingly enjoying the sensation. He latched his own fingers into Draco's shoulder blades and pulled him backwards so that he was lying on top of him. The exposed skin of their stomachs pressed together, Draco kissed Harry again, softly nibbling on his bottom lip. He pulled at it with his teeth and Harry groaned again, bucking his hips upward.
He slid his hand around the back of Draco's neck and pulled him down so that he could bite him again. When he did, it was so painful that Draco yet out a yelp of shock. But when Harry bit down harder, Draco found himself wanting more, begging for more, pressing his neck against Harry's mouth.
He squeaked and sank his long nails harder into Harry's shoulders. He felt the fabric of Harry's shirt pop open under his all of his fingers. In that same moment Harry let out a very audible moan against Draco's neck, loosening his bite. Then it became hard to grasp onto Harry's shoulders. Draco's fingers had become slippery with his blood. He lifted his shaking hand into his view, shocked with himself. The blood was deep under his nails and some trickled down his index finger. Harry released Draco's neck completely, and looked at his hand as well.
"Harry, I'm so sorry..." Draco whined quietly. Harry shook his head and shushed him, hinting that he needn't apologize.
"No, I don't care-"
"I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have-"
'No, I liked it, Draco-"
A flood of light from a wand spilled over their faces all of a sudden. Draco and Harry looked up at the intruder, squinting and shocked like deer in the headlights.
"What exactly do you two boys think you're doing?"