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It Started with a Hiss
So sweet. Denim encased hips swaying so gently my mouth waters. This whole scene reminds me of one of those Muggle films that I saw once long ago. The tangy love interest attempting to win over the man she desires. Except...I desire a him and I don't think he's really trying to win me over. So his hips are swaying and he's acting so damn effeminate. Not at all like the Harry I'm used to seeing, but this works for him. I still haven't told you what he's wearing. Denim cutoffs. A feature usually in the luscious woman package but, like I said, this so works for him. I briefly worry about that cute little erection he's sporting but I figure he's an intelligent boy. He knows how to care for his own penis. My eyes wander downward to rest on his feet. Bare. He has the cutest little toes and I love seeing them. He's not wearing a shirt. Harry isn't a muscular person, but he can be damn near devastating without a shirt on. One of his hands is hooked on a belt loop of his cutoffs. (I'm sure he borrowed them from Granger.) The other hand is tangled in his hair, like he's deliberately tempting me. He is. I can tell because he's smiling that coy smile of his. Closer now. One foot placed carefully in front of the other. His smile's growing now. He stops in front of me. My eyes are level with the bulge in his crotch. I reach forward to touch it and when I do his eyes slide close. I love how he does that when I touch him. "Open your eyes, Harry." My hands close around the wrist closest to me and I tug him down into my lap. His tongue peeks out of his mouth and he opens his eyes to look at me. He leans forward...and I wake up. Did I forget to mention that this was a dream? ----- "Harry! That's the second ingredient you've screwed up! If you keep doing this I won't be able to fix it..." Hermione Granger threw her arms up in exasperation. She turned to Ron at the next table. "He's not listening to me." Ron, intent on making his own successful potion, nodded quickly and turned to his partner. "You've added that already?" "He's not listening to me either." Hermione sighed. Harry stared loftily at the ceiling of the Potions dungeon, his tongue poking out of his mouth in concentration. He could feel those silver eyes on him. With that thought he felt some many other things on him...in him...hovering above him. He dared a glance in Draco's direction and found that gaze trained on him. He blushed and glanced away, this time studying Hermione's hands as she poured various ingredients in their potion. "I'm sorry, Herm." Hermione laid a sympathetic hand on Harry's shoulder. "Everyone has their bad days. I'll take care of the potion. Just pretend to be doing something." Harry nodded and looked down at the parchment in front of him filled with Hermione's neat, concise handwriting. He wondered how she would react if she knew why he was so distracted. Disgust maybe? He did have sex with Draco Malfoy after all. On top of that he had enjoyed it and looked forward to engaging in the act again. He scratched his head distractedly. Why was this so hard? "Harry, can I see my notes for a second?" At his nod Hermione took her notes from Harry and glanced over them. Harry looked over his shoulder at Draco. This time he was intently listening to his partner who was also becoming annoyed with his inattentive co-worker. Those eyes glanced over at him and just as quickly darted away. Harry watched Draco's forehead crease in concentration. He watched those perfect teeth settle on that perfect bottom lip. He imagined those lips pressed tightly against his own and declaring a war of tongues. Professor Snape stepping behind Harry to check on the potion, which Hermione had somehow finished in his mental absence, marred his view of the blond. "Looking for something, Potter?" Harry shook his head respectively and turned his head to face the potion. "No, sir. Just waiting for you." Professor Snape nodded, appeased by the answer. He moved away from Harry and started a very hushed conversation with Hermione about their potion. Harry caught a few of the mean comments Professor Snape gave her before tuning him out and focusing on the thoughts that plagued his mind. He didn't understand his dilemma at all. Nor did he think he ever would. The thought of a secret affair with Draco Malfoy was a nice idea but it could never be. It was too...too something he couldn't exactly put his finger on. It was impossible and unlikely. What would people think? What would his friends think? Would his parents roll over in their graves? The questions rolled around his head. "I can't." Both Professor Snape and Hermione looked up at Harry. "Can't what, Mr. Potter?" The teacher's eyebrow curved upward. Harry's mouth opened and closed. He honestly hadn't meant for that morsel to pass his lips. He chewed on his lower lip until finally his lips curved upward in a smile. "I can't wait to learn more about potions, Professor Snape. It's fascinating stuff. You can do almost anything with a potion. Amazing!" Professor Snape stared at Harry for a moment. He turned away clearly disturbed by Harry's outburst. He muttered a quick comment-"Your potion is perfect, Ms. Granger"-and walked away from Harry and Hermione's table. Harry looked down at his lap. Something was wrong with him. He felt a gentle hand on his shoulder and looked up into Hermione's worried face. "Can't what, Harry," she asked softly. Harry cast a quick glance at Draco, who was looking right back at him, and leaned towards Hermione, whispering something in her ear. Hermione listened for a moment and then reeled back as if burned, staring at Harry with a shocked look upon her face. "Him?" Her voice was a low hiss and her eyes darted over to Draco. Harry's brow furrowed and he sat back in his chair. He was more than a little hurt by Hermione's reaction. He shrugged indifferently and looked down at the empty parchment that would usually contain his notes. He spoke in a low even tone so no one would overhear. "I didn't ask for it, Herm. It just happened. Gods, you need to experience him to understand why I want more. He's amazing." He closed his eyes. Hermione watched Harry closely. "You can't let it happen again." Harry opened an eye. "I'm serious. Promise me you won't go near him or even touch him again. Don't think about him. Nothing can come from this but trouble. Draco Malfoy is nothing but trouble." Harry looked crushed but he nodded. Hermione patted his shoulder comfortingly. "It's for the best, Harry." She looked over her shoulder and met Draco's eyes. She glared at him. ----- The warm jets of water were comforting to Harry. He leaned his head back, getting a face full of water in the process. His hands itched to touch himself. It had been four days. Four whole days since he'd achieved any sort of release and he was dying for it. He leaned against the wall of his shower stall. Tears of frustration threatened to surface along with any latent fantasies Harry may have had about one Draco Malfoy. One fantasy popped up with a vengeance and refused to return to the depths of Harry's mind. Draco was in the shower with him, hands touching everywhere. Harry's name on Draco's lips. "Harry. Harry. Harry!" Harry's eyes fluttered open when he realized that someone was saying his name. He peeked out and upon seeing Draco ducked back inside. Draco made an impatient sound and yanked the shower curtains open. Harry made obscure attempts at covering himself but Draco merely waved it off-"I've seen it all before." Harry shook his head mournfully and turned around, resuming normal shower procedure. "Harry, we need to talk." Harry shifted uncomfortably and gave no reply. Draco gently touched Harry's shoulder, causing Harry to jerk away. "Please don't touch me. I can barely control myself when I think about you touching me. Imagine what I'd do if you actually did touch me." He threw his hands up in exasperation. Draco looked thoroughly confounded by the entire idea of not touching Harry Potter when he had waited for this, the moment when he could finally touch him, for so long. He blinked. "Not touch you?" He shook his head and began pacing in front of the open shower stall. "You know, I've thought about you a lot. You're very..." He waved his hands around looking for the right word. "..addictive. I just can't seem to stop thinking about you." Harry stopped scrubbing his arm to look up at Draco, looking at the pale boy as if he was daft. Draco saw this and paused. "You haven't thought about me?" Harry snorted and rinsed off under the spray of water. "Of course not." He turned off the water and stepped delicately around Draco. Not until his things were gathered up into a neat pile did he look up at the other boy, who carried a mixture of hurt and disbelief across his face. Draco sputtered over his words. "But in Potions...you were looking...and I thought..." Never in his life had Draco Malfoy sputtered or done anything close to sputtering. He supposed he owed that all to feelings that were slowly developing for one Harry Potter. "Well, I think you would be a bit disturbed if someone were just staring at you." Harry rubbed at his hair with a towel, wearing his pants unfastened and shirt open. "I'd really appreciate it if you'd stop that. I can't create accurate potions if someone's staring holes into the back of my head. I really need to watch my marks." The towel dropped to the pile and Harry buttoned his shirt. He fished a comb out of the pile and quickly ran it through his hair. He looked up at Draco. "Now, really, you didn't think that we were going to become an 'us', did you? It was just sex. Really good sex, but sex nonetheless." Draco blinked hard. Harry gave an exaggerated sigh, sweeping past the dumbstruck boy. "I'll see you around, Malfoy." ----- I'm an awful person. That look on his face as I said those...those things was heartbreaking. He was so hurt. I imagine that if he were alone he would have been crying. I'm thankful Hermione and I rehearsed the scene many times before he approached me. It was much easier to do it with all of that practice. Who knew that Draco Malfoy was so predictable? It was for the best. Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter would never have been a stable relationship. Still, I feel like an awful person. It was for the best. If it was really for the best than why do I feel so bad? |