If you don't like this, feel free to flame the hell out of
me, just know that it only makes me laugh.
Disclaimer: These
aren't my characters, although I would be a very happy girl if Draco was
mine. I could make him so happy…….
Harry's grip on Draco loosened in surprise as cold, hard
teeth sank into his neck. With his lips
pressed against the warmth of Harry's skin, Draco couldn't help his bite
softening slightly. In a surprised
attempt to shake Draco from his back, they both fell to the stone floor. As they fell, they both knew with pounding
hearts that something had changed between them; something for-ordained that
couldn't be avoided, and couldn't be undone.
The feel of Draco's moist lips against his skin was
unbearable, but a shiver of anticipation ran up his spine, and Harry couldn't
turn away. His perfect, child like
mouth, still untarnished with love slid past Draco's smooth,
less-pale-than-usual cheek, and stopped inches from the blood-red smile that
awaited him.
Draco lay still, lips slightly parted, an invitation to
Harry. The boy stared, breath held in,
taking in the sight before him. With
eyes wide open, he leaned into Draco's embrace. Their lips joined, his fingers entwined in the soft blonde hair
in front of him. There they lay in each
other's desperate caress, becoming emotionally one.
Harry looked down into Draco's breathless gaze and they
stared at each other in surprised gratification. As their eyes met an admission of each other's guilt and
vulnerability passed between them in the silence. Neither of them had known love like this before. Now they needed each other like the air they
breathed. The tight pain in Harry's
heart was eased with each wandering finger he felt on his skin. The wounds to Draco's soul were soothed by
Harry's warm breath against his face.
Fallen angels, the victims of fate, their kisses were made of innocence
and desperation.
