Whoo! Slight shounen-ai warning. Like I said, I'll never take it too far.
That's just not how I picture these characters. At least not in the near
future. They are still young after all. Extra short chapter today because
I'm very pinched on time...Sorry ( Only two finals left.
Harry woke as class was getting out. He hadn't nearly resolved anything in his head yet, but he had a very half-assed idea. He got unsteadily to his feat, stretching his arms and yawning loudly.
"Harry, you really should go take a nap during lunch hour." Said Hermione.
"Not as if he hasn't been sleeping all though class..." muttered Ron.
"And he probably learned more than we did in that class with his head down on the desk and all!" Hermione returned. Ron smiled "Eh, you're right."
They headed towards the great hall, and Harry nodding turned towards Gryffindor tower. As he passed the entrance hall he saw Draco, heading for lunch and his stomach lurched. He knit his brow, lowering his head. He wasn't quite sure what his intentions were, but he was going to do something. He walked briskly up behind Draco, and taking his arm he pulled him into a broom closet, shutting the door with a snap.
"Potter? What in the blazes are you doing? It's bloody dark in here!"
"I know." Said Harry softly.
There was silence as Draco sighed, trying to make out Harry's form in the dark. "Harry, what is it that you want."
Harry stomach lurched again. His first name? This was more complicated than he had planned on.
Draco crossed his arms, smiling slightly. "You're obviously pretty confused right now, so allow me to make me feelings clear to you." He said softly.
Harry blinked in the dark. What was Malfoy doing.
He clasped his hands to the wall behind him as he felt Draco's lips press against his. He clearly felt his stomach flip over, tossing his other innards around. When he felt the touch of Draco's hand on his cheek his knees quivered and gave way, forcing him to sit down hard on an upturned bucket. He breathed heavily, his heart pounding loudly in his chest.
He could barely hear Draco's soft breath over his own loud and uneven huffing. "M-Malfoy..." he said softly, his voice breaking.
"Call me Draco."
A bar of light appeared as Draco opened the door, and slipped out, closing it behind him. Harry stayed behind in the dark, more awake than he could ever remember being.
Harry woke as class was getting out. He hadn't nearly resolved anything in his head yet, but he had a very half-assed idea. He got unsteadily to his feat, stretching his arms and yawning loudly.
"Harry, you really should go take a nap during lunch hour." Said Hermione.
"Not as if he hasn't been sleeping all though class..." muttered Ron.
"And he probably learned more than we did in that class with his head down on the desk and all!" Hermione returned. Ron smiled "Eh, you're right."
They headed towards the great hall, and Harry nodding turned towards Gryffindor tower. As he passed the entrance hall he saw Draco, heading for lunch and his stomach lurched. He knit his brow, lowering his head. He wasn't quite sure what his intentions were, but he was going to do something. He walked briskly up behind Draco, and taking his arm he pulled him into a broom closet, shutting the door with a snap.
"Potter? What in the blazes are you doing? It's bloody dark in here!"
"I know." Said Harry softly.
There was silence as Draco sighed, trying to make out Harry's form in the dark. "Harry, what is it that you want."
Harry stomach lurched again. His first name? This was more complicated than he had planned on.
Draco crossed his arms, smiling slightly. "You're obviously pretty confused right now, so allow me to make me feelings clear to you." He said softly.
Harry blinked in the dark. What was Malfoy doing.
He clasped his hands to the wall behind him as he felt Draco's lips press against his. He clearly felt his stomach flip over, tossing his other innards around. When he felt the touch of Draco's hand on his cheek his knees quivered and gave way, forcing him to sit down hard on an upturned bucket. He breathed heavily, his heart pounding loudly in his chest.
He could barely hear Draco's soft breath over his own loud and uneven huffing. "M-Malfoy..." he said softly, his voice breaking.
"Call me Draco."
A bar of light appeared as Draco opened the door, and slipped out, closing it behind him. Harry stayed behind in the dark, more awake than he could ever remember being.