Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Three Decembers
By Emerald Riddle
2007
Part XIV: Snogging With A Side Of Quidditch
It comes down to this. You give me the anger.
Your kiss.
Your fist.
And your strain.
It gets under my skin.
Within.
Take in the extent of my sin.
You give me the nerve.
Carry out the sentence.
I get what I deserve.
I'm just an effigy to be defaced.
To be disgraced.
Your need for me has been replaced.
And if I can't have everything, well then, just give me a taste.
Sin By Nine Inch Nails
Harry was on his way to breakfast when somebody suddenly grabbed his wrist.
"Potter," Malfoy said, staring at him strangely.
"Malfoy," Harry returned.
The hand on his wrist tightened for a moment. "Wish me luck."
Harry shook his head. "Why would I do that?" he asked, trying to pry Malfoy's fingers from his arm.
Malfoy didn't answer. He also didn't let go.
"What's your bloody problem, Malfoy?" Harry nearly yelled at him.
It was as if Draco was trying to push him off his guard; force Harry to be unbalanced. It didn't make sense. Why would he want to do such a thing? Harry glanced at his lips. That kiss. Torture was a polite way to describe the headaches Harry had gotten from trying to understand why Malfoy had done it. What were they now? What did he want? What did Harry want from all this? He didn't know, but now he was going to find out.
"Come on."
Harry pulled an unresisting Malfoy into the first empty broom closet he found. After he closed the door, he rounded on the Slytherin.
"What's your problem? What exactly are you trying to pull, Draco?"
Malfoy blinked and feigned innocence. "I have no idea what you're talking about, Harry."
He smirked as Harry glared at him.
"I'm tired of your fucking games, Malfoy," he told him.
"Then it's a bad day for Quidditch, I suppose…" he trailed off as Harry slammed his fist into the wall next to his face.
Malfoy could barely suppress a flinch.
Pure rage was pumping through Harry. All the little games to play with his head, the smirks and sneers, the other boy's unsettling habit of constantly watching him… That goddamned kiss. Was their truce truly temporary? Harry had come to enjoy Malfoy's company somewhat. Was it nothing to Draco? Was it just another excuse to fuck around with Harry Potter's head?
Harry had to know.
However, Malfoy wasn't telling him anything.
I wonder how much you'd like to be shocked and shoved off of your feet, Harry thought, trying to fight against his own rapidly swirling emotions.
Those cold gray eyes. Emotionless.
"I'm going to make you feel, Malfoy," Harry said quietly, shoving the other boy up against the door.
"Wha-" the rest of the word was left unsaid as Harry kissed him.
It was a hungry kiss. Angry. Harry kept telling himself that this was revenge, that he didn't truly enjoy kissing another boy, but he did. He made himself forget that it was Malfoy for a moment and pulled him into the kiss even deeper. Hands were pulling his robe open, scrabbling against the buttons on his chest. Lips were on his neck, sucking the skin there and making Harry moan. Before Harry knew it he was being pinned against the door, his wrists held in one pale hand above his head.
A shock of arousal flew went through him at the sudden change. Harry arched his back to get closer to the other boy, but the hand held him there. They were kissing so hard that he was almost sure one or both of them would bruise as a result of it.
"Fuck," Harry moaned as a hand palmed his hard cock through his pants.
A tongue flicked out and licked his ear, at first tentatively, and then Malfoy began to suck on his earlobe. Harry's hips jerked forward. Where did Malfoy learn to use his mouth so well? It certainly hadn't been in good use whenever he spoke. Sweat dripped down Harry's face as he struggled, wanting more of the touch, of those lips, of those wondrous hands… Malfoy banged Harry's hands against the door in warning to stop him from struggling. Harry couldn't help it. He wanted this. He wanted this now. He wanted Malfoy on the floor naked, underneath him.
You don't really need to like someone to fuck them, do you? Harry thought vaguely to himself.
Malfoy banged Harry's hands against the door again, and they both let out surprised yells when the door burst open and they fell. The two sat sprawled on the floor for a moment before untangling their limbs. Harry was attempting to catch his breath when he realized that several students were watching them in amazement.
Draco stood, brushing himself off.
"I won't let you off so easily next time, Potter," he drawled.
Harry understood. "Don't worry, Malfoy. I'll give back as good as I get. Don't you have a match to get your ass kicked in? That would be the second time today, wouldn't it?"
"Piss off, chamber pot," Malfoy snarled before stalking away.
It did look as if they were fighting. Their clothes were all askew, their faces flushed and hair mussed, and they were out of breath. Harry could only imagine what the students heard coming out of that closet, but the excuse would do.
As Harry wandered into breakfast, he saw Malfoy already eating and realized something.
He was much more confused now than he was before.
Bitter cold winds bit into Harry's cheeks as he went down to the pitch with Ginny. Hermione was nowhere to be seen. He could just assume she was going to meet up with them a little later to discuss how Hufflepuff and Slytherin had played. The stadium was packed with excited students and he had nearly lost Ginny several times. Finally, she grabbed his hand and pulled him into the stands.
He barely registered that she held it even after they had already sat down.
"So who do you think is going to win?" Ginny asked him after she released his hand.
Her red hair was swept all around her glowing face. She was quite pretty, really. Her brown eyes twinkled as she smiled at him.
Harry smiled back. "Slytherin, I expect. If they wouldn't have before, they will now with our training sessions. "
Ginny nodded in agreement. "I'm just hoping that we've haven't made them unbeatable. Draco's never been better on a broom," she added, watching the blond in question walk out onto the pitch.
Harry nearly cricked his neck as his head swiveled around to look at the Slytherin. Harry suddenly felt his face flush, remembering their antics in the broom closet.
Better on a broom, indeed. At least I know I'm bisexual now, if not outright gay. Harry sighed at his own thoughts.
Draco looked good out there. He was so pale that he seemed almost like a prince of the snow. His dark robes only put more emphasis on his pale features. The glinting blond-silver of his hair shone as the sun reflected off of it. Malfoy looked confident to be there. He looked comfortable in his own skin.
Harry frowned a little. He would have loved that type of confidence.
When he turned back to Ginny, he realized she was still speaking. Harry tuned back into the conversation as everyone waited for the stadium to fill.
Soon, the game started.
Harry had never watched a single player an entire game. Not even when he had that crush on Cho. Yet now, it was all Malfoy. He flew so elegantly, it should have been a crime. Nobody should have looked that good on a broom. His hair hadn't been mussed once, and the look of careful concentration did not waver even as bludgers flew precariously over his head. Draco was sure of himself. It was obvious to anyone watching the game that he would win it. He would catch the snitch.
And so he did.
Harry had the presence of mind to realize that they had won the game, even as his eyes were latched onto how Malfoy smiled as the snitch struggled to get out of his grip. It reminded him of how he had struggled in that same grip.
What's wrong with me? Harry asked himself. Why am I so obsessed with him now?
Hermione never showed up to the match. Harry's thoughts jumped from one thing to another and he never noticed that Ginny continued to talk to him, or that they were soon holding hands again as they headed towards the castle. He duly noted that Ginny was beaming at him as she leaned over and kissed his cheek before going to join her friends.
Harry felt he needed some alone time. He was surely going through shock if the only thing he could think about was how well Malfoy could kiss or ride a broom. Riding brooms were all well and good- when he was thinking of actual broomsticks.
"I need to study," Harry muttered to himself, thinking of his potion. It was a rare thing for him to say, he noted feeling a little amused.
"Harry," somebody said quietly, shaking his shoulder.
He turned to see Lavendar biting her lip. "I really need to talk to you about something."
Harry frowned at her. What kind of gossip did she want to spew now?
"I really don't have time now, Lavendar. I need to go do some studying. How about later?" he suggested, feeling charitable.
Lavendar didn't look happy as she nodded reluctantly. Harry turned from her and left the common room, intending on going to his room.
A/N: I didn't get nearly enough finished in this chapter as I had originally intended. Then again, the first draft got deleted so I was forced to rewrite it from memory. That closet scene disappoints me. It was much hotter before, but I find that I'm quite preoccupied now. I'd like to hear your thoughts and theories. I always enjoy reading them.
I'm afraid that updates are going to be much slower (or much faster, depending). Right now I really want to start re-editing Shards of a Diamond and start writing up some new chapters for it. I'll have to work on this in between editing, rewriting, and replotting various aspects of SoaD. I'd still very much like a beta, and I'm going to begin actively looking for one, but right now I want this all done by my own hand before I go and try polishing it all up.
If you want to crit anything from any of my stories, now's a really good time to do so. If I don't reply to your review, it's not because I hate you, it's because I honestly forgot. I'm a bit antisocial these days...
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