Harry's heart stopped. He knew that voice as if it were his own, he looked
up and he was lost, lost in the grey eyes, the same grey eyes that had been
his undoing two years earlier.
"Draco?"
"H-Harry" Draco's voice trailed off. His heaven and hell stood before him. The emerald eyes that haunted him were wide open in shock. He didn't know what to say or what to do. He wanted to run away and grab Harry and kiss him senseless all in the same breath. He didn't know if his heart was combusting from happiness or some other emotion. All that was clear for Draco in that moment was that Harry stood before him, after two long years of wondering, he was there.
Harry's world spun before him. Draco, Draco was there in front of him. After two years of wondering if he was dead or alive, a Death Eater or not he was there in front of him. The grey eyes that he had lost himself in so often were wide open in a shock that he was sure mirrored his own. He wanted to hurl punches at him, check his arm for the Dark Mark and snog him into oblivion all at the same time. His heart was pounding so hard that he was absolutely positive that Draco could see it beating up against his ribcage. Merlin, he was still as beautiful as he was when they had parted. Harry wanted to ask him a million questions, and let him know how much he still loved him but the bitterness and anger took over.
"Where the hell have you been Malfoy?"
Draco cringed at the use of his surname. He forced himself to look at Harry's face and he saw that his eyes held anger, bitterness and resentment. His heart froze and shattered all over again. Not seeing Harry and not knowing was better than looking him in the face and seeing the anger and hatred that his beautiful green eyes held. Still, he was Draco Malfoy, and he would not let this situation get the better of him. No matter how much he was convinced that he deserved every horrible and miserable thing that happened to him, he would not let Harry see it, he couldn't, his pride wouldn't let him.
"Why Potter I didn't know you cared" Draco drawled.
"Don't be an asshole Malfoy, where the fuck have you been for the past two years?" Harry's voice was deadly and laced with malice.
Draco wanted to run and hide. Harry's anger was killing him over and over again inside. With every word that he spoke Harry had the power to increase the emptiness in Draco's chest. Still Draco would not yield, he would not fall apart in front of Harry, and he would wait until he was safely behind the locked door of his apartment.
"Fuck off Potter. What could it matter to you where I've been for the past two fucking years?!?! I'm a pathetic excuse for a human being who you swore to kill on the battlefield remember?"
Harry winced as Draco reminded him of his harsh parting words. Still Harry was not quick to let Draco forget his own betrayal.
"Fuck you Malfoy, how easily you forget that you lied to me and betrayed me. I shouldn't be surprised though, you are a Slytherin after all"
The two stood on the stairs, shooting deadly looks at each other. Their anger, bitterness, pride, love and lust all permeating the air surrounding them. Neither dared move or speak, but finally Harry couldn't hold the question back any longer.
"Did you become a Death Eater Malfoy?" His voice was soft almost tender, but at that moment he didn't care what he sounded like. Harry simply had to know, the answer to this question was the difference between, well he wasn't quite sure what it was the difference in exactly, but the answer was imperative.
"Oh, I see Potter, you just want to see if you can make good on your threat to kill me is that it? Well guess what? SOD OFF!"
"Show me your arms Malfoy!"
"I SAID SOD OFF POTTER!"
"LET ME SEE YOUR GODDAMNED ARMS MALFOY!"
Neither one was quite sure what happened next, but the two ex-lovers began to fight. All of the pain and frustration seeping through and finally overtaking them. They kicked, punched, yelled and screamed. Finally bloodied and bruised they separated. Harry's lip was split open and he would clearly have a black eye. Malfoy didn't look much better and Harry noticed a deep gash on his cheek, marring his flawless and perfect skin.
"Mal-Draco, I-I'm sorry" Harry raised his hand to Draco's cheek, wiping the blood away, gently caressing the face that he had dreamed of for two long years.
Draco's resolve began to crumble, he closed his eyes and gave in to the touch he had craved.
"Harry, Harry" Draco repeated Harry's name over and over again as if chanting a mantra to his chosen God.
Harry couldn't resist, his eyes would not focus on anything else except that beautifully familiar mouth that repeated his name over and over again. He was lost, lost in Draco, lost in the moment, but that didn't matter now. All that mattered to Harry at this moment was tasting the lips he had been deprived of for far too long.
Slowly Draco brought his hand up to Harry's caressing it. Harry shattered, his touch and the feel of his skin was far too much.
"Gods, Draco" Harry moaned. Slowly Harry brought his mouth to Draco's, and placed a gentle kiss on his lips.
Draco's eyes sprang open in surprise. Harry Potter was kissing him. He was kissing Harry Potter. They were the only coherent thoughts that Draco could manage. He snaked his tongue out, caressing Harry's bottom lip, begging for entrance. Harry moaned again, opening his mouth and deepening their kiss. It was Draco's turn to groan as their tongues tasted what they had been deprived of for much too long. Harry's arms possessively wrapped around Draco's waist, while Draco's arms came up around Harry's neck, running his fingers through his hair.
They were in heaven. They relished in the feel and taste of each other, it was exactly what they had needed and wanted. In that moment all of the emptiness they had felt for two years was gone, they were once again complete.
When the need for air became an issue they broke the kiss, but remained in each other's arms. Both were panting, both were inexpressibly happy.
Suddenly Harry remembered his earlier question. He wished that the answer didn't matter. He wished that this was something that could be overlooked but he had to know before things became more intense. He had to know if Draco had fought against him in the war. If he had tried to kill him, if he was indeed a Death Eater.
"Draco?" Harry said softly, tenderly
"Hmmm?"
"Y-you never answered my question"
"Which question?"
"Are you a Death Eater?"
Draco angrily stepped out of Harry's arms. The empty and cold feeling immediately returned to both of them.
"Goddammit Potter, is that why you kissed me? You couldn't beat the answer out of me so you thought that kissing me would be better!?!"
"No, Draco, please that isn't it at all-"
"Save it Potter!!"
"Draco, please, please don't do this"
"GET SCREWED POTTER!"
Draco was so determined not to let Harry see him cry that he didn't notice Harry's precarious position on the stairs as he shoved him aside. He was also so angry and hurt he did not realize how hard he had shoved Harry. By the time Draco noticed it was far far too late. Draco turned around just in time to see Harry tumble down 4 flights of stairs and land at the bottom with a sickening thud.
"Draco?"
"H-Harry" Draco's voice trailed off. His heaven and hell stood before him. The emerald eyes that haunted him were wide open in shock. He didn't know what to say or what to do. He wanted to run away and grab Harry and kiss him senseless all in the same breath. He didn't know if his heart was combusting from happiness or some other emotion. All that was clear for Draco in that moment was that Harry stood before him, after two long years of wondering, he was there.
Harry's world spun before him. Draco, Draco was there in front of him. After two years of wondering if he was dead or alive, a Death Eater or not he was there in front of him. The grey eyes that he had lost himself in so often were wide open in a shock that he was sure mirrored his own. He wanted to hurl punches at him, check his arm for the Dark Mark and snog him into oblivion all at the same time. His heart was pounding so hard that he was absolutely positive that Draco could see it beating up against his ribcage. Merlin, he was still as beautiful as he was when they had parted. Harry wanted to ask him a million questions, and let him know how much he still loved him but the bitterness and anger took over.
"Where the hell have you been Malfoy?"
Draco cringed at the use of his surname. He forced himself to look at Harry's face and he saw that his eyes held anger, bitterness and resentment. His heart froze and shattered all over again. Not seeing Harry and not knowing was better than looking him in the face and seeing the anger and hatred that his beautiful green eyes held. Still, he was Draco Malfoy, and he would not let this situation get the better of him. No matter how much he was convinced that he deserved every horrible and miserable thing that happened to him, he would not let Harry see it, he couldn't, his pride wouldn't let him.
"Why Potter I didn't know you cared" Draco drawled.
"Don't be an asshole Malfoy, where the fuck have you been for the past two years?" Harry's voice was deadly and laced with malice.
Draco wanted to run and hide. Harry's anger was killing him over and over again inside. With every word that he spoke Harry had the power to increase the emptiness in Draco's chest. Still Draco would not yield, he would not fall apart in front of Harry, and he would wait until he was safely behind the locked door of his apartment.
"Fuck off Potter. What could it matter to you where I've been for the past two fucking years?!?! I'm a pathetic excuse for a human being who you swore to kill on the battlefield remember?"
Harry winced as Draco reminded him of his harsh parting words. Still Harry was not quick to let Draco forget his own betrayal.
"Fuck you Malfoy, how easily you forget that you lied to me and betrayed me. I shouldn't be surprised though, you are a Slytherin after all"
The two stood on the stairs, shooting deadly looks at each other. Their anger, bitterness, pride, love and lust all permeating the air surrounding them. Neither dared move or speak, but finally Harry couldn't hold the question back any longer.
"Did you become a Death Eater Malfoy?" His voice was soft almost tender, but at that moment he didn't care what he sounded like. Harry simply had to know, the answer to this question was the difference between, well he wasn't quite sure what it was the difference in exactly, but the answer was imperative.
"Oh, I see Potter, you just want to see if you can make good on your threat to kill me is that it? Well guess what? SOD OFF!"
"Show me your arms Malfoy!"
"I SAID SOD OFF POTTER!"
"LET ME SEE YOUR GODDAMNED ARMS MALFOY!"
Neither one was quite sure what happened next, but the two ex-lovers began to fight. All of the pain and frustration seeping through and finally overtaking them. They kicked, punched, yelled and screamed. Finally bloodied and bruised they separated. Harry's lip was split open and he would clearly have a black eye. Malfoy didn't look much better and Harry noticed a deep gash on his cheek, marring his flawless and perfect skin.
"Mal-Draco, I-I'm sorry" Harry raised his hand to Draco's cheek, wiping the blood away, gently caressing the face that he had dreamed of for two long years.
Draco's resolve began to crumble, he closed his eyes and gave in to the touch he had craved.
"Harry, Harry" Draco repeated Harry's name over and over again as if chanting a mantra to his chosen God.
Harry couldn't resist, his eyes would not focus on anything else except that beautifully familiar mouth that repeated his name over and over again. He was lost, lost in Draco, lost in the moment, but that didn't matter now. All that mattered to Harry at this moment was tasting the lips he had been deprived of for far too long.
Slowly Draco brought his hand up to Harry's caressing it. Harry shattered, his touch and the feel of his skin was far too much.
"Gods, Draco" Harry moaned. Slowly Harry brought his mouth to Draco's, and placed a gentle kiss on his lips.
Draco's eyes sprang open in surprise. Harry Potter was kissing him. He was kissing Harry Potter. They were the only coherent thoughts that Draco could manage. He snaked his tongue out, caressing Harry's bottom lip, begging for entrance. Harry moaned again, opening his mouth and deepening their kiss. It was Draco's turn to groan as their tongues tasted what they had been deprived of for much too long. Harry's arms possessively wrapped around Draco's waist, while Draco's arms came up around Harry's neck, running his fingers through his hair.
They were in heaven. They relished in the feel and taste of each other, it was exactly what they had needed and wanted. In that moment all of the emptiness they had felt for two years was gone, they were once again complete.
When the need for air became an issue they broke the kiss, but remained in each other's arms. Both were panting, both were inexpressibly happy.
Suddenly Harry remembered his earlier question. He wished that the answer didn't matter. He wished that this was something that could be overlooked but he had to know before things became more intense. He had to know if Draco had fought against him in the war. If he had tried to kill him, if he was indeed a Death Eater.
"Draco?" Harry said softly, tenderly
"Hmmm?"
"Y-you never answered my question"
"Which question?"
"Are you a Death Eater?"
Draco angrily stepped out of Harry's arms. The empty and cold feeling immediately returned to both of them.
"Goddammit Potter, is that why you kissed me? You couldn't beat the answer out of me so you thought that kissing me would be better!?!"
"No, Draco, please that isn't it at all-"
"Save it Potter!!"
"Draco, please, please don't do this"
"GET SCREWED POTTER!"
Draco was so determined not to let Harry see him cry that he didn't notice Harry's precarious position on the stairs as he shoved him aside. He was also so angry and hurt he did not realize how hard he had shoved Harry. By the time Draco noticed it was far far too late. Draco turned around just in time to see Harry tumble down 4 flights of stairs and land at the bottom with a sickening thud.