Author note: Another story written in under a half hour. A very typical slash story. So what? Read, review.
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Sometimes Draco doesn't like to think. On days like this, he doesn't. He just does what he feels. It's something people wish they were able to, or are glad they can't. Draco doesn't care. Why should he? He isn't thinking about it anyways.
A moment like this is a perfect moment for something to happen. Something that's been building for so long. This infatuation has to stop. If Draco were to sit down and be rational, this never would have happened, but as you know, he stopped doing that.
"Potter." Draco says, his lips tugging into a grin.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" Harry asks, looking at Hermione and Ron for answers. They look at him puzzled.
Draco grabs Harry's arm and pulls him close and whispers in his ear, "Meet me in the astrology tower, midnight, alone." He says, enunciating the last word in his deepest, sexiest voice.
As Draco walks, away, Harry turns to his friends. "What did he say?" Ron inquires, as Harry knew he would.
"He wants to meet me tonight." Harry says looking in the direction Draco's flowing robe had just floated upon. He was long gone, taking long strides back up to his room.
"Why would he want to see you, tonight? He didn't want to duel, did he?" Hermione asks, probably wondering if the answer is in a book.
"Don't go, Harry. He just wants to hex you or get you in trouble. Yes, he and Snape probably set it up that the second you set foot out of the common room, Snape nails you." Ron says, and Harry nods. He doesn't tell him about the tone Draco used or the way he looked at him. It's too weird for words.
When Draco stops thinking, he can't sit still. He counts things over and over. He was counting the amount of nails on a table for the 4th time when Harry came in the door. The room was dark all around and moonlight only shone in the room a little bit. A beam fell upon Harry's black hair and tan skin.
"Why did you want me to come?" Harry asks. Draco stands up and crosses the room and gets extremely close to Harry.
"Why do you think?"
"I really don't kn- ooowh" Harry says, the last part muffled by Draco's mouth on top of his. He's kissing him and Harry immediately pushes him off.
"What in merlins beard was that?" Harry says trying to step back from Draco, and about tripping over something where he instinctly reached out and grabbed Draco to steady him.
"My, my, Potter, if you don't know what a kiss is by now then I'll be very amused to see you on your wedding night." Draco said and then shut up anything Harry would have said with another kiss. Harry's brain was filling with questions. Draco's was clear and all he knew was the salt of Harry's mouth and his warm mouth.
"Stop thinking." Draco ordered, and almost as if he uttered a spell, Harry's mind seemed to slip away and all that was left was this person attached to him, and he held on to him and kissed him back.
When Draco stops thinking, he'll stop you, too.
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A/N: Review if this story tickles your fancy (or you just love me for using that saying).