Disclaimer: I own nothing, I own nothing! I am just borrowing JK Rowling's characters! (This applies to any previous chapters where I forgot my disclaimer)
^ ^ If you find spelling or other errors, please, please tell me. I won't get offended! After all, a person needs to learn things through mistakes. The name Xenophon means 'strange voice', by the way. :) If you think my chapters are getting shorter, sorry. I'll make the future chapters longer!
CHAPTER 5-
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Malfoy was digging inside his trunk for something. Harry was lying face up on his bed, and Xenophon had finally decided to leave. He could be back anytime, though.
"So you really were looking for an excuse, weren't you?" Harry asked casually. Malfoy's back was to him, and he didn't answer. "Maybe I was." he replied, after finding what he was looking for, and waving it around triumphantly with a little grin on his face. The thing looked like a small violet-coloured twig. As Malfoy walked towards the bed, Harry sat up, hoping that he wasn't going to try anything else funny. "Well," Harry said, speaking his thoughts, "I hope whatever you are going to try next won't concern me." "It might." said Malfoy, twirling the violet twig with his fingers. He pressed a small button and the colour changed to blue. red. beige. orange. then green. He sat at the edge of the bed and Harry edged away, just a little.
"You... you aren't going to kiss me again, are you?" Harry asked. His heart was racing and the blush was returning to his face. "I might." Malfoy moved a little closer. Harry already had his back against the wall and couln't move any further. "If you're going to... then you... then you better ask permission first." Harry put a hand lightly on his own face. It was hot enough to melt his standard size 2 pewter cauldron on. Actually, he had a good mind to run out of the room and lock himself in the bathroom, even if Malfoy did ask.
"Alright then, Potter. Can I kiss you?"
"NO!"
Malfoy moved in right next to Harry. The other boy gave a small yelp and tried to move backwards. Malfoy was holding the twig like a pencil. "I'll try something else!" He grabbed Harry's wrist and pulled it downwards, causing him to fall sideways onto a pillow. with one knee holding a hand down, and the other hand with the twig-thing in it, Malfoy threw his entire body onto Harry's. "Stop struggling." he advised. Harry glared into the gray eyes. How he hated them, they looked so evil, and how he hated that smirk too. Malfoy slowly lifted the arm holding the twig, and placed it in front of Harry's face. "Can I kiss you, Potter?" he asked again.
Harry didn't want to answer. "What's that?" he asked, referring to the twig. "I don't know Potter. It could be a sweet, or maybe some fascinating object which belongs to Lord Voldemort." the smirk remained. "Now can I kiss you, Potter?" Harry took a deep breath, or as deep a breath he could take with someone right on top of him. He looked into the eyes again and surrendered. "OK, OK, but just one... and er... make it quick." Harry had the feeling that Malfoy knew all along that he would eventually agree, because now that he had, Malfoy didn't exactly have the happiest-boy-in-the-world look. He still had the same expression.
A sudden wave of panic passed through Harry's body. Malfoy was the son of a death-eater, someone close to Voldemort. He could be trying to kill him. now. "close your eyes, Potter." Malfoy ordered. Harry obediently screwed them shut. He couldn't think properly now, just hope that if he was to die, it would't be a painful death... He felt the twig being brushed across his lips. Again and again. Poison? Lip gloss? Or was it really a sweet. Or maybe in some other twisted world, it was Voldemort's lipstick. Perhaps it was just a crayon. He opened his eyes and instinctively licked his lips. He tasted nothing. "What did you do?" he asked frantically.
He reached for a photo frame on his bedside table and saw in the shiny gold border, that his lips were just the perfect shade of green, like the twig. He hastily rubbed them with the sleeve of his free hand, but there wasn't even the slightest tinge of colour on worn material. "Get it off!" he yelled in fright. First of all, he was worried about what his Uncle, Aunt, and cousin would say when they saw him, and second, he was worried that it was something permanent. Malfoy laughed softly. "It can be washed off." he said. Harry covered his mouth and ran out to the bathroom, looking disgusted. //To hell with being friends, Malfoy. You can be my enemy forever.//
With the bathroom door locked tight, Harry bent over the sink and tried to wash the green stuff off. It remained there. He covered his mouth again and ran back to the room feeling even more panicky. "I can't get it off!" he shouted, once ensuring that his own room door had been closed and locked. Malfoy tilted his head slightly. "I can." Harry suddenly felt a lot more relieved. Of course. It was just an ingenius little toy from Zonko's joke shop. He had seen it before. Only the person who had used it could remove it. Then he felt worried again. He wasn't too sure if Malfoy would want to remove it for him.
Harry looked like he had ants in his pants. Or maybe even a few blast-ended skrewts. "Relax, Potter. I will get it off." Malfoy noticed his anxiety. And Harry noticed a certain note of happiness in Malfoy's voice. "How?" he asked. Malfoy licked his lips in reply. and Harry understood. "I am not going to let you lick it off!" he cried, "I'll rather leave it till I die!"
"Oh really?" Malfoy tossed the coloured twig across the room. It landed in his trunk.
Harry's heartbeat grew more rapid. Malfoy really knew how to get what he wanted. He was indicating a place next to himself on the bed, and Harry found himself taking reluctant footsteps in that direction. He sat almost right at the edge of the bed. "Do you want the paint off?" came the inquiry. Harry nodded. "I don't want you to lick it off." he said, knowing full well that Malfoy would pay no attention to that. "I said, do you want the paint off?" he asked again. Harry sighed, and nodded again.
In one swift movement, Malfoy had Harry in the same position as before. Harry closed his eyes, and felt Malfoy's warm breath on his cheek. He tried to control his own breathing, and not hyperventilate or something. When he finally felt Malfoy drawing the tip of his tongue slowly across his lips, he parted them by instinct, and fought back with his own tongue. He opened his eyes. Malfoy was smiling in amusement. "Liking this, Potter? Or hating it?" Harry closed his eyes again. When Malfoy licked his lips again, it was a little bit rougher. Again, Harry fought back. It carried on for a few more times, before it finally grew into a real, passionate kiss. The paint was probably all gone by now, but no one cared.
"liking it." Harry admitted, after both of them drew apart for a breath. Malfoy really looked satisfied. "Can I kiss you again, Potter?" Harry was the tiniest bit hesitant. "Alright. But promise you won't call me Mr. Open-minded again when you feel the need to." Malfoy smirked. "Can I call you Harry, then?"
"Fine, Draco."
"Need me to use the paint again, Harry?"
"No, Draco."
"You don't have to use my name all the time, Harry."
"You too."
Malfoy grinned. "To achieving personal happiness!" he said, and attacked Harry's mouth. The pair were enjoying themselves.
*****
LoL, I think this is my favourite chapter so far, but I don't know about you reviewers, if there are any. :) If anyone is kind enough too to tell me how to make words in italics, or in bold, or underlined, I would greatly appreciate it. Thanks in advance to anyone who can tell me how!
^ ^ If you find spelling or other errors, please, please tell me. I won't get offended! After all, a person needs to learn things through mistakes. The name Xenophon means 'strange voice', by the way. :) If you think my chapters are getting shorter, sorry. I'll make the future chapters longer!
CHAPTER 5-
*****
Malfoy was digging inside his trunk for something. Harry was lying face up on his bed, and Xenophon had finally decided to leave. He could be back anytime, though.
"So you really were looking for an excuse, weren't you?" Harry asked casually. Malfoy's back was to him, and he didn't answer. "Maybe I was." he replied, after finding what he was looking for, and waving it around triumphantly with a little grin on his face. The thing looked like a small violet-coloured twig. As Malfoy walked towards the bed, Harry sat up, hoping that he wasn't going to try anything else funny. "Well," Harry said, speaking his thoughts, "I hope whatever you are going to try next won't concern me." "It might." said Malfoy, twirling the violet twig with his fingers. He pressed a small button and the colour changed to blue. red. beige. orange. then green. He sat at the edge of the bed and Harry edged away, just a little.
"You... you aren't going to kiss me again, are you?" Harry asked. His heart was racing and the blush was returning to his face. "I might." Malfoy moved a little closer. Harry already had his back against the wall and couln't move any further. "If you're going to... then you... then you better ask permission first." Harry put a hand lightly on his own face. It was hot enough to melt his standard size 2 pewter cauldron on. Actually, he had a good mind to run out of the room and lock himself in the bathroom, even if Malfoy did ask.
"Alright then, Potter. Can I kiss you?"
"NO!"
Malfoy moved in right next to Harry. The other boy gave a small yelp and tried to move backwards. Malfoy was holding the twig like a pencil. "I'll try something else!" He grabbed Harry's wrist and pulled it downwards, causing him to fall sideways onto a pillow. with one knee holding a hand down, and the other hand with the twig-thing in it, Malfoy threw his entire body onto Harry's. "Stop struggling." he advised. Harry glared into the gray eyes. How he hated them, they looked so evil, and how he hated that smirk too. Malfoy slowly lifted the arm holding the twig, and placed it in front of Harry's face. "Can I kiss you, Potter?" he asked again.
Harry didn't want to answer. "What's that?" he asked, referring to the twig. "I don't know Potter. It could be a sweet, or maybe some fascinating object which belongs to Lord Voldemort." the smirk remained. "Now can I kiss you, Potter?" Harry took a deep breath, or as deep a breath he could take with someone right on top of him. He looked into the eyes again and surrendered. "OK, OK, but just one... and er... make it quick." Harry had the feeling that Malfoy knew all along that he would eventually agree, because now that he had, Malfoy didn't exactly have the happiest-boy-in-the-world look. He still had the same expression.
A sudden wave of panic passed through Harry's body. Malfoy was the son of a death-eater, someone close to Voldemort. He could be trying to kill him. now. "close your eyes, Potter." Malfoy ordered. Harry obediently screwed them shut. He couldn't think properly now, just hope that if he was to die, it would't be a painful death... He felt the twig being brushed across his lips. Again and again. Poison? Lip gloss? Or was it really a sweet. Or maybe in some other twisted world, it was Voldemort's lipstick. Perhaps it was just a crayon. He opened his eyes and instinctively licked his lips. He tasted nothing. "What did you do?" he asked frantically.
He reached for a photo frame on his bedside table and saw in the shiny gold border, that his lips were just the perfect shade of green, like the twig. He hastily rubbed them with the sleeve of his free hand, but there wasn't even the slightest tinge of colour on worn material. "Get it off!" he yelled in fright. First of all, he was worried about what his Uncle, Aunt, and cousin would say when they saw him, and second, he was worried that it was something permanent. Malfoy laughed softly. "It can be washed off." he said. Harry covered his mouth and ran out to the bathroom, looking disgusted. //To hell with being friends, Malfoy. You can be my enemy forever.//
With the bathroom door locked tight, Harry bent over the sink and tried to wash the green stuff off. It remained there. He covered his mouth again and ran back to the room feeling even more panicky. "I can't get it off!" he shouted, once ensuring that his own room door had been closed and locked. Malfoy tilted his head slightly. "I can." Harry suddenly felt a lot more relieved. Of course. It was just an ingenius little toy from Zonko's joke shop. He had seen it before. Only the person who had used it could remove it. Then he felt worried again. He wasn't too sure if Malfoy would want to remove it for him.
Harry looked like he had ants in his pants. Or maybe even a few blast-ended skrewts. "Relax, Potter. I will get it off." Malfoy noticed his anxiety. And Harry noticed a certain note of happiness in Malfoy's voice. "How?" he asked. Malfoy licked his lips in reply. and Harry understood. "I am not going to let you lick it off!" he cried, "I'll rather leave it till I die!"
"Oh really?" Malfoy tossed the coloured twig across the room. It landed in his trunk.
Harry's heartbeat grew more rapid. Malfoy really knew how to get what he wanted. He was indicating a place next to himself on the bed, and Harry found himself taking reluctant footsteps in that direction. He sat almost right at the edge of the bed. "Do you want the paint off?" came the inquiry. Harry nodded. "I don't want you to lick it off." he said, knowing full well that Malfoy would pay no attention to that. "I said, do you want the paint off?" he asked again. Harry sighed, and nodded again.
In one swift movement, Malfoy had Harry in the same position as before. Harry closed his eyes, and felt Malfoy's warm breath on his cheek. He tried to control his own breathing, and not hyperventilate or something. When he finally felt Malfoy drawing the tip of his tongue slowly across his lips, he parted them by instinct, and fought back with his own tongue. He opened his eyes. Malfoy was smiling in amusement. "Liking this, Potter? Or hating it?" Harry closed his eyes again. When Malfoy licked his lips again, it was a little bit rougher. Again, Harry fought back. It carried on for a few more times, before it finally grew into a real, passionate kiss. The paint was probably all gone by now, but no one cared.
"liking it." Harry admitted, after both of them drew apart for a breath. Malfoy really looked satisfied. "Can I kiss you again, Potter?" Harry was the tiniest bit hesitant. "Alright. But promise you won't call me Mr. Open-minded again when you feel the need to." Malfoy smirked. "Can I call you Harry, then?"
"Fine, Draco."
"Need me to use the paint again, Harry?"
"No, Draco."
"You don't have to use my name all the time, Harry."
"You too."
Malfoy grinned. "To achieving personal happiness!" he said, and attacked Harry's mouth. The pair were enjoying themselves.
*****
LoL, I think this is my favourite chapter so far, but I don't know about you reviewers, if there are any. :) If anyone is kind enough too to tell me how to make words in italics, or in bold, or underlined, I would greatly appreciate it. Thanks in advance to anyone who can tell me how!
