A/N: Slash Ahead. No flames. Don't own anything here except for the plot..
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A short foreword, this takes place in Harry's third year, okay? I know they're sort of young to be kissing and such, but bloody hell, who cares? It's nice that way innit? No? Whatever. And secondly, tell me if I should put some Dementors/ Boggarts here, they're sort of unlikely creatures and I was planning on not putting them, but heck I'd be changing the course of Harry's 3rd year if I did .. I've lended my Book 3 and Quidditch through the Ages to my cousin for the holidays, so I might loose track of things, anyway, I'll try to build this up in memory..
[What you don't know
(Won't hurt you)]
Chapter One: A First for Everything
It was after Quidditch practice, as the sun turned into a mellow color, painting the sky orange, strips of clouds hanging low on the horizon, when *it* had all began...
Harry wore a tired expression on his face as he stiffly walked his way back to the Castle, sweat drenching his raven hair, slick and prim, muscles tired and aching.
Harry hoped silently that his scent would not attract flies or any sort since the last time he had taken a shower was 2 days ago and since the practice nearly took all afternoon, under the scorching sun, Harry felt somewhat untidy, perspiration in every corner of his body.
Grasping his broomstick handle, harder than necessary, a black-clad figure caught the corner of Harry's eye.
He turned to its direction; his curiosity rising as a most unusual sight revealed itself unto him.
It was Draco Malfoy, crouched next to the old tool shed's door, pressing his ears onto the cold wooden wall, his face showing the ever slightest flicker of emotion as he was making disgusted facial expressions. Harry rolled his eyes.
"What the hell are you doing, Malfoy?!" Harry spat, walking towards the Slytherin boy.
Malfoy looked horror-stricken as he looked up at Harry who was almost towering over him.
"Fuck Off, Potter!" Malfoy hissed.
"Not until you tell me what you're doing there!" Harry sounded irking and much to Malfoy's dismay he had to choose that day in becoming indeed very nosey.
"None of your damn business Potter!" Draco stood up, the muscles on his legs, finally relaxing.
"Ohh, Oliver!!! Oh.. Oh.. OH!!"
"You like that don't you Marc?"
"Oh please.. don't.. stop.. don't stop..."
Harry stared at Draco for a moment, as understanding dawned to him. More muffled sounds erupted from the other side of the door and Harry gulped upon hearing another moan.
Wood?
Flint?
It was all wrong! Hell, bloody wrong! They were rivals! Enemies!
But Harry was slightly curious, the pre-teen that he was, he wondered what they could've been doing. Shagging, duh, he thought, feeling a little stupid.
Then as if on cue, both boys, Slytherin and Gryffindor, crouched next to the door, pressing their ears onto it. Harry shoved Draco off the moment their shoulders touched. Draco's reaction was more likely the same thing. As both boys pushed each other fiercely, intending on hurting the other more brutally, the other side of the door made a click. They stopped for a moment and looked at each other, unblinking and both wearing the same uh-oh expression. The knob was turning around. Draco dove on a nearby bush, the action causing his robes to be all muddy and dirty like it had never been before, twigs intending to poke through the fine fabric of as he lay silent, on his stomach. He lay on his back, deciding it was a much comfortable position upon hiding and hoped against hope Harry doesn't get much time to hide.
Harry moistened his lower lip. What should he say when they find him there, nosing around their private *sex* lives? He should lie. Yeah, that was it, lie. Say he was strolling by and heard weird noises from the shed and decided to poke around… Harry hoped it was a most believable excuse.
But as the door slowly opened he too dove after Draco, barely thinking about it actually, his thoughts disappearing with one small plop.
Harry slapped onto Malfoy..
He was now lying on top of Draco, his foot around the other boy's calf, his breath held back as he stared down at his enemy, almost gasping in shock.
Draco on the other hand, was almost getting cross-eyed as he stared up at Harry, into those deep pools of green. "Get off-Potter!" He hissed, kicking Harry in the shins and blinking furiously. Harry grit his teeth in pain but did not move at all, instead he cupped a hand over Malfoy's mouth. "Shh!"
There was a sound of footsteps and a closing door.
"God, that felt good.."
"Tomorrow again, my love?"
"Definitely.."
Draco bit Harry's hand.
Harry shot Draco one dark look, most probably one that could say he could do with killing someone at that point. Draco calmed down and sighed. Much to his dislike the least of the least, Potter, was lying on top of him, his breath hot against his face. Draco examined Harry's angelic face for a moment. He looked all too innocent and good, but mature than he was of his age which was 13.
His eyes were beautiful, green and glittering and his lips were—
Draco stopped. What the hell am I doing?! He thought.. Potter is not cute.. No I am not attracted to him. I am not attracted to Potter.. I am not attracted to Potter..
I am not attracted to Potter.. I am not attracted to Potter.. I am not attracted to Potter..
Draco made a disgusted look as he smelled something foul. He turned to Harry, who was sweating..
'Better take a dozen showers to get his smell off me.. Eew'
He was Draco shuddered as he saw a tiny hole by some twigs. He could see shoes shuffling and hear smooching sounds. All was still quiet and Harry decided to go stand up already, dusting off his robes. Little did he know the other two was still there. Oh Great, Draco thought,
Draco bit his lip, if he didn't do anything now, they'd be toast. They'd soon find out he was peeping at them while they were having sex. Draco'd have to bid his image, goodbye if that'd happen..
Draco closed his eyes for a second. "Bloody hell this is gonna hurt!" He muttered to himself. He stood up to, faking a seductive glance at Harry before capturing his enemy's lower lip in his, sucking on it gently. He pulled both Harry's arms to circle around his waist as he linked his around Harry's neck, as if pulling him closer but really just nearly tearing off his slick hair. Harry was reluctant and he felt strange for a moment. Harry was frantic, skeptic more like. Shit! Draco Malfoy's kissing him. It's all bloody, fucking wrong! It felt strange though. Like it seemed right-? Harry had never been kissed, so that was his first. But he never though it'd be a first from Draco. He shook his head as a new sensation washed over his whole body, electricity running up and down his spine.
He was to pull away in confusion but then Draco stepped on his feet, hard and Harry, catching the drift, went along.
"Okay, Harry you can pull it off, it's just pretend.." Harry reassured himself, closing his eyes for a moment.. When Draco's kisses started becoming gentle, Harry thought of how good an actor Draco was and bloody hell was he a kisser!
Draco pulled back, gasping, looking at Oliver and Flint who stared back at them, mutely. "How long have you been here?!" Oliver asked worriedly, his features tensing badly.
"Hmm.." Draco kissed Harry on the nose. Harry gulped in, going along and took Draco's hand and kissed it. "Dunno. Quite a while. Me and Harry here have some bonding to do.."
'God that was sappy,' Draco thought rolling his eyes and glaring at the other boy.
Flint chuckled lightly, elbowing Wood on the side. Wood smiled knowingly.
Draco turned back to Harry, so that now he had his back facing Flint and Wood. He felt his lips, absentmindedly. God, that felt good, he thought. Realizing what he had just thought, Draco's eyes widened. Oh Fuck. Great, now I'm going crazy. For a minute there, I thought I liked the feel of his lips on mine..
You did! A voice in Draco's head said. He shook his head vigorously, shaking away from his thoughts. He gave a Harry a knowing Have-they-left-yet? look. Harry glanced nervously at Flint and Wood and then back at Draco. He shook his head.
Draco wheeled to face the other two. "Uhh.. do you mind? We have to uhh- have some time alone…" Flint and Wood smiled at them then at each other before finally walking away.
When they were out of sight, Draco slapped Harry on the face. "Do not ever touch me again, you—" Draco pointed his index finger at Harry, shaking with rage. "You—pervert, fag!"
Harry's eyes flashed in anger. "How dare you?!" He spat. "It's not like I was the one who started the kiss, Malfoy! Thanks to you, they think we're a couple! Now my reputation's destroyed if other people found out! Just Peachy, don't' you think?!"
"It's not only your reputation at stake Potter!" Malfoy rolled out of Harry's arms, realizing he hadn't done it yet since he felt so comfortable like that. "Hell I don't care if you're gay, straight or whatever, Potter. My reputation's on the line too you know!" Draco dusted his robes in a very fetching way.
"God, no wonder Wood's not coming on time during Practice!" Harry said more to Draco than to himself. Draco was too busy wiping his lips with the back of his hand to catch whatever Harry was saying, as he was complaining about something.
"Malfoy, why did you kiss me in the first place?" Harry's voice was gentle this time, in a whisper barely audible but Draco heard him aright, loud and clear..
Draco looked up, shocked. "Don't get your head in a twist, it wasn't a real kiss, Potter!"
"I'm very much aware of that!" Harry rolled his eyes. "But you could've told them we were fighting or something like that. Making out was way out of my expectations!"
Draco was to give another spiteful retort but bit back his words as Harry's words hit him.
Why didn't he have done that? Now Potter's telling me, he thought.
"Well?"
Draco sighed. Whatever comebacks he stored in his mind for his enemy, had now disappeared. Draco raised his hands in frustration.
"God for the first time, I feel stupid, for doing that!"
Harry took off his glasses and wiped the lenses with the hem of his robes. "You already are, even from the beginning, Malfoy, don't you worry!"
Draco glared at the other boy but then decided to drop it as his eyes met with Harry's genuine green eyes, unshielded by the glasses. He was beautiful…
Draco gasped at himself and in a split second ran towards the castle..
Harry shook his head in disbelief. "Weird, that one," He said to himself, grabbing his broomstick with one hand and trudging along after him…
To be continued..
A/N: Please Review, and hell yes I am crap at writing. I need well… lets see atleast 7-10 peeps to tell me if I should continue this or not…
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