Sub Secreto, Sub Silencio
by: TeenageFaery
Disclaimer: Everything in this story belongs to
J.K. Rowling.
Author's note: 'Sub Secreto, Sub Silencio'
means 'In Secret, In Silence' in Latin.
Warning!: Slash! m/m! Draco/Harry! Don't read
just to flame.
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"So, Potter... You sure you're up for it?" Draco
said lazily, his index finger tracing Harry's
jaw line.
"I'm up for anything you throw at me, Malfoy."
Harry snapped the name, slapping his hand away.
"Feisty. Just how I like my opponents." Malfoy
softly laughed, and turned to walk away.
"What time, Malfoy?" Harry's voice came out angry
and forced.
"Whatever time you want... I'm open to suggestion."
"Stop playing games with me! I don't like it."
"Yes you do. You like it a lot. In fact, you like
it so much you'll never let me go. You don't have
to admit it to me, Potter, but you might as well
admit it to yourself."
Draco turned gracefully on his heel and started
away once more.
"Tonight. 12 'o clock. Be waiting outside the
Gryffindor portrait hole."
Draco smiled. "Alright, Potter. Alright."
--//--//--//--//--//--//--//--//--//--//--//--//--
Harry nearly bounded down the steps of the boy's
bedrooms to the Common Room.
He paused for a moment, looking into a mirror,
and then scurried to get out the portrait hole.
His foot caught, and he rolled out, sprawled onto
the floor on his back.
"Well, Potter, if I didn't know any better, I
would think that this was an invitation."
Harry scowled. "Shut up, Malfoy."
"You asked me to come here, Potter. And I agreed.
So shouldn't we just get to talking?"
Harry slightly blushed, and nodded.
--//--//--//--//--//--//--//--//--//--//--//--//--
Finally secure in an empty classroom in a dark
corridor, the two boys settled at a table and
faced each other, neither wanting to start.
Draco propped his feet up and watched Harry, his
eyes scanning him up and down.
"Why are you watching me like that? Am I some kind
of animal to you?" Harry finally snapped.
Draco licked his lips and gave a small smile. "If
you only knew."
"If I only knew what?"
"What you are to me."
"Enlighten me."
"You first."
"I asked first!"
"That's childish. Now just tell me."
Harry noticed him slowly losing his patience. "Fine.
To me, you're like some kind of exotic creature.
Something you never find. But I found it. And it's
angry, and it has tantrums, and it's got a loud
mouth, but at the same time, it's extremely
fascinating and beautiful."
The words had spilled out of him in a mad rush, and
it took Draco a moment to decipher them. "I'm...
beautiful?"
Harry nodded, wordlessly.
"Well. I never expected that to be what you were
going to tell me. But I liked it."
"Cut the small talk. How do you see me?"
"Untouchable. The golden boy. Everyone's favorite.
Innocent. Sweet. Totally and insanely lovely."
Harry lifted his eyes from the spot on the floor
that they had drifted to when Draco had started his
description.
Draco, in the short time it took him to say the
words, had swung his legs down from the table, and
his face was inches away from Harry's.
Taking advantage of the situation, Harry stole the few
inches they had between them and kissed him. A loud
explosion sounded in their head's, followed by an
insanely cliche bright light. So all the Muggle tales
were true. You do hear and see things when you're
in love.
And that's what they were. It had to be kept a secret,
but they were in love.
by: TeenageFaery
Disclaimer: Everything in this story belongs to
J.K. Rowling.
Author's note: 'Sub Secreto, Sub Silencio'
means 'In Secret, In Silence' in Latin.
Warning!: Slash! m/m! Draco/Harry! Don't read
just to flame.
------------------------------------------------
"So, Potter... You sure you're up for it?" Draco
said lazily, his index finger tracing Harry's
jaw line.
"I'm up for anything you throw at me, Malfoy."
Harry snapped the name, slapping his hand away.
"Feisty. Just how I like my opponents." Malfoy
softly laughed, and turned to walk away.
"What time, Malfoy?" Harry's voice came out angry
and forced.
"Whatever time you want... I'm open to suggestion."
"Stop playing games with me! I don't like it."
"Yes you do. You like it a lot. In fact, you like
it so much you'll never let me go. You don't have
to admit it to me, Potter, but you might as well
admit it to yourself."
Draco turned gracefully on his heel and started
away once more.
"Tonight. 12 'o clock. Be waiting outside the
Gryffindor portrait hole."
Draco smiled. "Alright, Potter. Alright."
--//--//--//--//--//--//--//--//--//--//--//--//--
Harry nearly bounded down the steps of the boy's
bedrooms to the Common Room.
He paused for a moment, looking into a mirror,
and then scurried to get out the portrait hole.
His foot caught, and he rolled out, sprawled onto
the floor on his back.
"Well, Potter, if I didn't know any better, I
would think that this was an invitation."
Harry scowled. "Shut up, Malfoy."
"You asked me to come here, Potter. And I agreed.
So shouldn't we just get to talking?"
Harry slightly blushed, and nodded.
--//--//--//--//--//--//--//--//--//--//--//--//--
Finally secure in an empty classroom in a dark
corridor, the two boys settled at a table and
faced each other, neither wanting to start.
Draco propped his feet up and watched Harry, his
eyes scanning him up and down.
"Why are you watching me like that? Am I some kind
of animal to you?" Harry finally snapped.
Draco licked his lips and gave a small smile. "If
you only knew."
"If I only knew what?"
"What you are to me."
"Enlighten me."
"You first."
"I asked first!"
"That's childish. Now just tell me."
Harry noticed him slowly losing his patience. "Fine.
To me, you're like some kind of exotic creature.
Something you never find. But I found it. And it's
angry, and it has tantrums, and it's got a loud
mouth, but at the same time, it's extremely
fascinating and beautiful."
The words had spilled out of him in a mad rush, and
it took Draco a moment to decipher them. "I'm...
beautiful?"
Harry nodded, wordlessly.
"Well. I never expected that to be what you were
going to tell me. But I liked it."
"Cut the small talk. How do you see me?"
"Untouchable. The golden boy. Everyone's favorite.
Innocent. Sweet. Totally and insanely lovely."
Harry lifted his eyes from the spot on the floor
that they had drifted to when Draco had started his
description.
Draco, in the short time it took him to say the
words, had swung his legs down from the table, and
his face was inches away from Harry's.
Taking advantage of the situation, Harry stole the few
inches they had between them and kissed him. A loud
explosion sounded in their head's, followed by an
insanely cliche bright light. So all the Muggle tales
were true. You do hear and see things when you're
in love.
And that's what they were. It had to be kept a secret,
but they were in love.
