Disclaimer: Don't own 'em...but oh the things I'd do to these boys if I did. *sigh* I *hate* it when my inner child molester comes screaming to life.... (That was a *joke* people, by the way...don't go damning me to hell or anything...I made em legal)
A/N: By the way, there is a lot of slashiness in this chapter. I have never really written sex/love scenes period, and this is my very first venture into the world of slash…so please let me know how this comes out…okay?
I just wrote chapters 1-3 yesterday, and I posted chapters 1 and 2. I was going to wait and see how they did before I put up 3, but due to the wonderful reviews I got and the wonderful reviewers (and threat of being hunted down *wink*) I decided to go ahead and post it. I am over halfway down with chapter 4 and it should be up in a day or two. Once I get into a story I can't seem to stop…so thank you all so much for investing your time in me, and I hope I can live up to your praise. *Bows*
Chapter 3.....I know, trust me, I know.
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"I need to use your loo"
"O...okay" Harry was too flabbergasted to say anything else so he just pointed to the door at his left.
Draco passed by him in the direction of the toilet and in doing so roughly shoved an almost empty bottle of Vodka into Harry's hands. Harry stared at it for a moment and then sat the bottle down. Realizing he still had no shirt on, and probably didn't have time to fetch a clean one, he swept his previous shirt off the floor and threw it on. It was when he heard footsteps outside his portrait that he remembered where he was supposed to be.
"Shit...Ginny!" Stepping out of the portrait and into the Hall, Harry tried desperately to wipe the silly grin off his face and put on a mask of minor woe.
"Ginny, I really don't feel so well, so if you'd tell Mione and Ron, I think I'm just going to stay in tonight...okay?" He began to hurry away. Ginny, however, had other plans. Taking in his flushed appearance and open shirt she decided right then and there that she would get her man. Strange, how Harry was thinking the same thing.
"It's alright Harry, love, I think I'll just stay with you a while then, if that's okay."
'Shit, damn, fuck, for the love of all that is holy....' Harry cursed inwardly.
"Look Gin, I really really don't feel up to company so maybesomeothertimebye!" and he hopped back through the portrait as fast as he could, quickly placing a locking spell on it.
He glanced around the room and found his target leaning in one of the doorways. Draco Malfoy was draped across the opening like he was posing for a photograph. Harry wondered if he always looked that graceful and *perfect* naturally, or if it was something he strived for. Either way, it worked. Harry approached him hesitantly.
"So...ah...hi" 'damn damn damn....must think of better lines' Harry smiled at him, unsure of what to do next, and the other boys reasons for coming to his room in the first place.
Malfoy took a step out of the doorway and towards Harry.
"Hi"
Harry must've blinked because in an instant Malfoy had lunged forward and grabbed him by his hair, locking him in a searing and desperate kiss. Just as Harry started to return the kiss, he pulled away *again*.
Still unsure of what planet he was on Harry, half jokingly asked "Tea?"
Draco threw his hands in the air and shouted "I don't like tea!" and sat on the edge of Harry's bed.
"Well as far as I knew, you didn't like boys either" Harry could have slapped himself for the insensitive remark the instant it left his mouth. Almost certain Draco would be half way out the door he screwed his eyes shut, only to be surprised when he heard a small laugh from the boy.
"I'm sorry....I just....didn't know where else to go. I needed to see you."
"Oh" Harry sat down beside the shaken blonde boy who had his back to him. Nonetheless, Harry could tell how ragged Draco's breathing was by just watching the back of his shoulders.
"Well" Harry began, "What's wrong then?"
"It's just....I tried, I really did...I tried so hard...but I can't help it. I can't. I was doing okay...until...until that day with you..." the distraught boy trailed off with a sob.
"It's okay Mal...er...Draco...you can tell me." Harry looked at him. He was so beautiful...even in his anguish; Harry hadn't known that broken things could still be so breathtaking until this moment. His heart went out to the boy, even though he hadn't said the words, Harry knew all too well what he meant by the few he did get out, having been through the sexuality battle, albeit at a younger age and with considerably less awful peers.
"I'm just so confused."
"I know...I know"
Now Malfoy was yelling again. "No, you don't know! *You're* not bloody confused! You're not me!"
Ignoring his bruised ego and returning his attention to the Slytherin in front of him he gently placed a hand on Draco's shoulder and softly said "Okay Draco...then tell me."
"It was...it was over the summer. I can't believe I'm telling you this....god I must be pissed out of my skull...over the summer. I went to the Quidditch camp I always go to and we...we...we always take a trip." He paused to catch his breath while Harry just nodded and rubbed his back as soothingly as he could within his still shaky boundaries.
After a moment, Draco resumed his story with a better grip on his emotions. "We always take a trip, and I was hanging out with this bloke...I thought he was a mate, y'know, Michael, and we had this massive bottle of wine. We took it down to the lake, and he dared me to strip and jump in...so I did." He let out a bitter laugh. "He didn't jump, just snickered at me and told me I was a prat for doing it. So I climbed out of the water and I was so cold with the night air on me and he...he came to..." Draco faltered again, losing his resolve and whimpering slightly. Harry went to hold him but was stopped.
"Wait...let me finish...I need to finish." Draco pushed his platinum hair back with his hand and took a deep breath.
"He began to...to dry me, and it felt...sexy...." the last word a whisper, like he was ashamed of it, which Harry knew he probably was"....and right...then he touched me, just around my waist...and it was the same...and he kept touching me....all over...and it was perfect, so I ran."
"You ran?"
Draco nodded "I grabbed my stuff and took off...we didn't speak for the rest of the trip...not once...and I told myself it was the wine, the place, the water....something....anything but me...and that worked...but then you...in here...and I...."
It was done now...Draco couldn't and shouldn't force anything else out tonight and Harry knew it, so he gingerly took Draco's face in his palms and leaned into him, stopping so close to his lips that one almost couldn't tell they weren't touching, but stopping none the less. He wanted to take the pressure off of Draco, but also make him seal the deal...he wasn't going to go through the 'what did you do to me' conversation in the morning. If Draco wanted to kiss him, all he had to do was move forward a millimeter, if not, he could pull away. Fortunately for Harry, he leaned forward, eagerly.
Harry had to keep his reactions in check...or so he thought. He didn't want to scare the wonderful boy in his arms into running away, so when Draco kissed him he returned the kiss and embedded his fingers in his hair, while Draco's hands found their way around Harry's waist and gripped almost painfully. After a moment, Harry ran his tongue along Draco's bottom lip, asking for entrance. The moan Draco emitted at the contact gave Harry more than enough room to explore the other's mouth. Harry was surprised with the forcefulness of Draco's kisses. It was almost as if his body was trying to tell Harry everything that his lips found so hard to say.
His hands roamed upwards along Harry's bare taught stomach, making the flesh quiver as if it had never been touched before. It had been touched before...but never like this. Still climbing upwards, those sinfully soft hands skimmed briefly over Harry's nipples, making him shudder into the marathon kiss, until they reached the dark haired boys shoulders easily slipping his already open shirt off of his shoulders. Harry flung the sleeves now pooled at his writs off and into the floor.
Finally unable to stand it any longer, Draco broke the kiss but only to provide the necessary room for him to pull his own sweater over his head, the black ribbed sweater landing in a heap on the floor. Their skin hungry, after the brief but painful loss of contact, they flew at each other once again. Draco let out a soft moan, obviously letting his long held repressions loose. Harry kissed his way from his deliciously swollen lips, across his cheek and along his jaw. Draco let out a mew and bent his head back, giving the darker boy free reign over his flesh. Soon enough, Harry's lips made their way to Draco's neck and to the sensitive spot just below his ear. When he nipped at it, he could feel the jolt of the blonde's arousal; Draco's eyes went wide and he felt the boy tense. Holding onto his head firmly, Harry whispered ever so breathily just against his ear.
"It's okay, I've got you...just relax"
"I'm sorry….I'm so sorry…."
"Never apologize to me, not for how you feel. Never be sorry for that." Harry planted feathery kisses all along Draco's neck and collar bone trying to sooth the boy.
"Just relax…" he repeated…and Draco did just that.
That night the two lay awake until the early morning hours just touching and tasting, caressing and teasing each other's upper bodies. As much as Harry yearned to ravish Draco right then and there, he fought it. He knew the passionate boy would most likely let him, but he needed Draco's trust. He didn't want to scare him, so he would take things slow. Still, just their chests touching made Harry's body cry out the way it never had before, even through orgasm. He had a feeling that this would not be a dull journey...no...not dull in the least.
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Draco blinked his eyes. He remembered last night and smiled despite his headache. He felt around for Harry, but felt only the empty bed next to him. Sitting up, he called for the Gryffindor.
"Harry?"
A sound from the bathroom. "Yeah?"
'Whew' Draco calmed a bit. "Won't your silly friends be by here anytime now?"
"They aren't silly and yeah, they're in here with me right now!"
'Shit Bugger Fuck Fuck Bugger'
Harry could hear Draco scrambling for his shirt and hopping around his bedroom and couldn't help but chuckle. "Mione says she wants to be next, but she's not sure about your pure blood germs!" Harry said the last bit while brushing his teeth but felt that Draco heard it well enough to know he was joking about his friends. He spit in the sink and began to rinse his mouth.
"You wanker!" Draco came rushing into the bathroom to trap Harry by the sink. He leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss to his lips.
"Mnnn....minty fresh."
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It was a beautiful sight really, the two boys walking along together along the opposite side of the lake where no one else was around. There was no affection...just camaraderie to any nonexistent prying eyes.
"I'm serious! Anyone suspects anything and no deal. If I hear so much as one teeny rumor, it's off." Draco meant business.
Harry, ever the optimist, heard what he wanted. "So it's on then?"
"Of course it's on."
"What about Parkinson?"
"No contest." Draco ran his thumb over Harry's cheek for a split second before lowering his hand. "You're a better kisser."
"You're not so bad yourself."
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All too soon, Monday came around again, and the students of Hogwarts irritatedly sifted through the halls to their classes once more.
Harry was on his way to Divination when he passed Draco and two of the other Slytherins leaving Charms.
"Um....hi" 'God...must really come up with better things to say to him!' Harry's ever present little voice scolded.
Draco walked past him and said nothing. After his two companions rounded the corner, he turned around. "I thought I asked you never to do that! Look Potter, we had an agreement...I'm not ready for this....I can't deal with this right now!"
Harry tried to suppress his hurt. Draco was right, things were new, especially for him...and he needed time. It was hard on him, being who he is and all. But Harry didn't know how long he could take it if this was the way things were going to be all the time.
"Look, I'm sorry....it's just...weekends are better...okay?"
Harry looked hopeful. "This weekend then?"
Draco nodded very quickly, and then headed down the corridor to his next class.
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TBC
Uh-oh!! Trouble in Paradise? Hmmmnnn....I wonder....welp....lemme know, okay? Love and Kisses, Reika
