CHAPTER 6
A/N: ** denotes Draco's thoughts, and will throughout entire story
*Oh shit..what have I gotten myself into..oh shit oh shit oh shit.* Meanwhile, Harry was thinking much the same. god he's sexy.oh shit oh shit.remain calm.down dammit down! Why does this have to happen to me? Why now? Draco immediately noticed Harry's predicament. "Not to sound too cliché, Potter, but is that a wand in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?" "Shut up Malfoy." In an attempt to relieve himself, Harry turned away from Draco, whom he had been staring at since he walked in the door. "I said sit down." "No actually, you said make yourself comfortable. and I think I will" *It's now or never Draco- DO IT!!!* With that, Draco took the four steps closer to Harry that crossed the compartment, and sat straight down, straddling Harry's legs and rubbing right up against him. "Hehehehe.this makes me nice and comfortable.How about you.Harry?" There was a pause, and then Harry broke the silence. "Two questions.since when is my name Harry?" "Since you became ridiculously sexy over the summer holiday. I have a little bit of a thing for guys with piercings.and dragons are close enough to a snake to be an obvious Freudian slip.and, of course, the boner was a nice touch." Draco stopped talking and looked down at Harry's pants, which had done everything but hide Harry's "condition". Draco reached out to push Harry back into the seat, and Harry managed to gasp out one last question before losing it all. "Draco.I take it this means you're gay?" "Gayer than even you, Harry Potter.And you can see your condition." "Then how come you aren't like this?" Draco responded by taking Harry's hand, pushing aside his robes, and exposing his tight fitting leather pants. "Harry.what do you mean, "I'm not like this?" How could I not be.?" Draco guided Harry's hand downwards to show him exactly what he meant. "Wow Draco.I knew the robes concealed a lot, but I didn't know they could conceal that much." "You have no idea Harry." Draco lifted his hand, but Harry's hand stayed in place. "Oh I see. Well, in that case." Draco's hand settled on Harry's chest and slowly inched its way down toward his goal. "Do you mind.?" "Not in the least Draco." As Draco's hand found it's target (mind you, it didn't have to do too much searching) the boys sat still for a moment, just staring into each other's eyes. "Draco.why this? Why us? "Why fight the inevitable.Harry" Draco leaned into Harry and the two joined for the most passionate kiss they had ever experienced.
*Oh shit..what have I gotten myself into..oh shit oh shit oh shit.* Meanwhile, Harry was thinking much the same. god he's sexy.oh shit oh shit.remain calm.down dammit down! Why does this have to happen to me? Why now? Draco immediately noticed Harry's predicament. "Not to sound too cliché, Potter, but is that a wand in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?" "Shut up Malfoy." In an attempt to relieve himself, Harry turned away from Draco, whom he had been staring at since he walked in the door. "I said sit down." "No actually, you said make yourself comfortable. and I think I will" *It's now or never Draco- DO IT!!!* With that, Draco took the four steps closer to Harry that crossed the compartment, and sat straight down, straddling Harry's legs and rubbing right up against him. "Hehehehe.this makes me nice and comfortable.How about you.Harry?" There was a pause, and then Harry broke the silence. "Two questions.since when is my name Harry?" "Since you became ridiculously sexy over the summer holiday. I have a little bit of a thing for guys with piercings.and dragons are close enough to a snake to be an obvious Freudian slip.and, of course, the boner was a nice touch." Draco stopped talking and looked down at Harry's pants, which had done everything but hide Harry's "condition". Draco reached out to push Harry back into the seat, and Harry managed to gasp out one last question before losing it all. "Draco.I take it this means you're gay?" "Gayer than even you, Harry Potter.And you can see your condition." "Then how come you aren't like this?" Draco responded by taking Harry's hand, pushing aside his robes, and exposing his tight fitting leather pants. "Harry.what do you mean, "I'm not like this?" How could I not be.?" Draco guided Harry's hand downwards to show him exactly what he meant. "Wow Draco.I knew the robes concealed a lot, but I didn't know they could conceal that much." "You have no idea Harry." Draco lifted his hand, but Harry's hand stayed in place. "Oh I see. Well, in that case." Draco's hand settled on Harry's chest and slowly inched its way down toward his goal. "Do you mind.?" "Not in the least Draco." As Draco's hand found it's target (mind you, it didn't have to do too much searching) the boys sat still for a moment, just staring into each other's eyes. "Draco.why this? Why us? "Why fight the inevitable.Harry" Draco leaned into Harry and the two joined for the most passionate kiss they had ever experienced.