Fruits
Disclaimer: I don't own any Harry, Draco, Ron, etc. They belong to J.K. Rowling, whose creativity surpasses mine any day.
Warning: This is... slash, so if you object to that or you're a youngling', please don't come here looking for fun. There is no explicit sex, in fact, they just snuggle and kiss, but there is suggestiveness.
And with that, I present to you, Fruits.
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Prologue
It would be a lie to say we never hated each other. No, those first few years, we did hate each other. We were too young to find the beauty in each other. No.... We were too young to have that beauty. But by 5th year, we realised or developed this beauty. And, boy, was Harry beautiful.
I want to kiss you like spring cherries. Dark hair, falling against his face. A scar that had its own beauty, more beauty than blemish at least. Oh, and those eyes. Brilliant emeralds, jade stones, glimmering like the ocean. I never hated his eyes.
I want to touch you like summer oranges. One day.. Middle of fifth year, I saw him. He looked different. All through term he was so melancholy, it seemed, until now. He seemed more... preoccupied than sad. As we passed each other in the halls I looked up at him, caught his eye. Instead of the usual "Staring problem, Malfoy?" from him, or my "Take a picture, it'll last longer", we blushed. Why...? Oh... He had changed. Not so awkward, it seemed. Carried himself better. Just plain cute. And I felt changed, too. Not just my usual gracefulness, but I felt handsome. Taller. Harry, of course, was taller than me, but still.. Why such a change in both of us? And the change was more than physical. I was humbled when I felt the strong click between us. I just couldn't think rudely of others.
We will spin together like bright red strawberries. Why we both grew up together that day, I don't think I will ever know, but I knew that was a sign... We were each other's destinies. We were meant to be together. He knew, too. I was completely id* that day. No superego. I didn't think. And that day at dinner, I just...
"Harry!"
"Huh? Malfoy?"
"Can I talk to you for a sec?"
"Er.."
"Right, then, off we go." With that I pulled him out of the Great Hall and dragged him down into the maze that was the Slytherin dungeons.
"Where...?" He murmured confusedly. I pulled him through the common room, ignorant to shocked faces and gasps. We went into the fifth-year dorms, and I shoved him on the bed. I kissed him, and if I had thought about it then, I wouldn't have even yelled to him. But thought... thought was absent that day.
I kissed him, and at first he seemed surprised, but he slowly returned it.
"Uh.. Malfoy? What.. was...? Why...?" He seemed at a loss for words.
"I don't know, Harry. But I love it."
"That's... That's good enough for me.." He seemed bewildered, but pleased.
Bananas... Well, they're not very romantic, now are they? They still suit you**... We stayed secret until sixth year... The year my father and Voldemort were killed. The year the Death Eaters disbanded. The year my famous boyfriend defeated them all. Then we went public. Rita Skeeter? Oh, she could go to hell for all I cared. It was Harry's friends that bothered us. They warmed up to me, eventually, and then we are the most-liked couple at Hogwarts. Until two fruits changed it all.
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A/N:
*For all you people who aren't Freud-crazy like me, id is plain animal-instinct. What you want, without conscience to disturb it. Superego is the opposite: conscience, battling against id. Ego is their result: getting what you want in a reasonable way
**It could've been sicker. Very sick.
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