Draco leaned against the wall a few steps down from the door, silently yelling at himself for what he had done in the bathroom. Now, not only had he let down his defenses when he had yelled at Potter, he had as much as admitted the unforgivable. Oh his father would kill him if he ever found out. His own son hopelessly infatuated with Harry Potter.
Draco laughed bitterly. The irony was too much not to. It crossed all lines of comprehension. Malfoy and Potter. Evil and Good. Slytherin and Gryffindor. Not to mention being the same gender. But no matter how hard he had fought it, how much he denied it, or how he tried to change it that's how it was. And that only made him hate Harry for it all the more. It was the reason he picked on Harry, and tormented him so much. He was suffering, why shouldn't Harry?
With that thought Harry came out of the door and it closed behind him. Harry took no notice however, his eyes focused on Malfoy. Their eyes locked and Harry had never seen such fear and apprehension.
"That was rude, you know," he said softly as he walked to the space of wall across from the door and leaned against it, looking at Malfoy.
"What was?" Draco asked confused. He had just kissed Harry and this was his reaction?
"Just running out like that after you kissed me," Harry plowed on recklessly, only half aware of what he was saying. "If you call that a kiss anyway."
Malfoy's eyes flashed. "Oh?" he asked. "And I suppose you've had better?"
"Actually, yes," Harry said slightly giddy. He was talking to Malfoy about kissing like it was the weather. "Cho kisses better than you and she's in Ravenclaw." For some reason Harry wanted to get Malfoy upset, and it worked.
"Oh really?" Malfoy asked in disbelief and before Harry could respond Malfoy was kissing him again, pressing him into the wall.
Harry's mind emptied the instant Malfoy's lips touched his. He felt his body respond by slowly opening his mouth and allowing Malfoy's tongue in. Harry's giddiness spiked again and he felt very light headed once more.
The kiss lasted some time before Draco stepped back trying to catch his breath. "Better than that?" he asked in doubt. Why Harry hadn't pushed him away was beyond him, but then Draco was beyond caring. Everything he had pent up inside him was clamoring to get out, and that kiss was a trickle compared to the flood he held at bay.
Harry looked into the blue eyes of the boy who had made living at Hogwarts difficult at best, and every rude action done, or mean words said by Malfoy flashed through his mind. Almost drowning under the onslaught of emotions and memories, Harry threw himself at Malfoy, and all the anger he had ever felt transformed itself into passion.
Draco now found himself pressed against the wall by Harry as they exchanged kisses full of emotions he had denied himself for years. The kisses ran together in such a rush, that Draco's thoughts became blurred and he couldn't tell the end of one from the beginning of another.
Malfoy moaned slightly into the kiss and Harry stepped back, he hadn't meant to hurt him. Malfoy's arms refused to move from where he had wrapped them around Harry's back however, so he murmured, "Draco?" and Draco's eyes snapped open.
Draco couldn't believe it. Harry had said his name. Not the last name he had always used when saying 'Shut up, Malfoy,' but his first name. It was all to much for him, on top of everything else that had happened and he said the first thing that came to his mind. "Moonsbane," he whispered, and then suddenly regretted it, as the door he was leaning against gave way under the combined weight of he and Harry.
Harry could do nothing about it. With Draco's arms wrapped around him, he was going to be pulled forward. He stumbled forward through the door trying his best to stay on his feet. Draco was trying to stay upright too, and they might have managed it if Harry hadn't tripped on Draco's foot. His knee hit the ground hard, and he knew it would bruise, but his first reaction was to make sure Draco's head didn't hit the cement floor, a blow like that could kill a person.
Draco heard Harry's knee hit the floor and he flinched, not only from the sound but also in preparation of his head hitting the floor. However, the hit never came as he felt Harry's hand come under his head and pull up. Draco's eyes opened and he found himself staring into the strikingly dark green eyes of Harry. His mouth opened to thank him, but before he could get a word out Harry descended on him, and their kisses began anew.
Almost against his will, but Harry was sure some part of him wanted this, Harry felt his hand slide down Draco's back and then touch bare skin. Draco pulled himself up towards Harry and his hand began to creep up Draco's back. Harry felt Draco's hand begin it's journey up his back and he realized why Draco had responded the way he did. His flesh seemed on fire where ever Draco's fingers touched, and goose pimples broke out across his skin. All coherent thoughts escaped Harry's mind at that point.
Draco's arms moved with little direction from him as they removed Harry's nightshirt. As his hands moved their way back down towards Harry's pants, Harry's knee gave out and Draco took this time to roll over as Harry removed his own shirt. Using a mix of his hands and legs Draco managed to get Harry's pants mostly off, his mouth never once leaving Harry's. Harry had been maneuvering Draco's pants out of the way as well and Draco helped them off the rest of the way.
Once Harry's pants were out of the way he curled his leg up and ran hit along the inside of Draco's leg. He was pleased to feel Draco shudder in response. The kisses grew more frenzied, and to Harry's dismay Draco pulled out of a kiss. When the next kiss Draco placed was at the base of Harry's throat all thoughts of complaining evaporated. The next kiss was planted on his chest, and Harry arched his back slightly in response. The next thing he felt was Draco's hand sliding up his thigh at about the same time that Draco kissed his stomach, and a small groan escaped his lips before he bit his lower lip to keep from making anymore noise.
At that sound Draco removed Harry's boxers, and then hastily removed his own before continuing to move his kisses southerly.
Draco laughed bitterly. The irony was too much not to. It crossed all lines of comprehension. Malfoy and Potter. Evil and Good. Slytherin and Gryffindor. Not to mention being the same gender. But no matter how hard he had fought it, how much he denied it, or how he tried to change it that's how it was. And that only made him hate Harry for it all the more. It was the reason he picked on Harry, and tormented him so much. He was suffering, why shouldn't Harry?
With that thought Harry came out of the door and it closed behind him. Harry took no notice however, his eyes focused on Malfoy. Their eyes locked and Harry had never seen such fear and apprehension.
"That was rude, you know," he said softly as he walked to the space of wall across from the door and leaned against it, looking at Malfoy.
"What was?" Draco asked confused. He had just kissed Harry and this was his reaction?
"Just running out like that after you kissed me," Harry plowed on recklessly, only half aware of what he was saying. "If you call that a kiss anyway."
Malfoy's eyes flashed. "Oh?" he asked. "And I suppose you've had better?"
"Actually, yes," Harry said slightly giddy. He was talking to Malfoy about kissing like it was the weather. "Cho kisses better than you and she's in Ravenclaw." For some reason Harry wanted to get Malfoy upset, and it worked.
"Oh really?" Malfoy asked in disbelief and before Harry could respond Malfoy was kissing him again, pressing him into the wall.
Harry's mind emptied the instant Malfoy's lips touched his. He felt his body respond by slowly opening his mouth and allowing Malfoy's tongue in. Harry's giddiness spiked again and he felt very light headed once more.
The kiss lasted some time before Draco stepped back trying to catch his breath. "Better than that?" he asked in doubt. Why Harry hadn't pushed him away was beyond him, but then Draco was beyond caring. Everything he had pent up inside him was clamoring to get out, and that kiss was a trickle compared to the flood he held at bay.
Harry looked into the blue eyes of the boy who had made living at Hogwarts difficult at best, and every rude action done, or mean words said by Malfoy flashed through his mind. Almost drowning under the onslaught of emotions and memories, Harry threw himself at Malfoy, and all the anger he had ever felt transformed itself into passion.
Draco now found himself pressed against the wall by Harry as they exchanged kisses full of emotions he had denied himself for years. The kisses ran together in such a rush, that Draco's thoughts became blurred and he couldn't tell the end of one from the beginning of another.
Malfoy moaned slightly into the kiss and Harry stepped back, he hadn't meant to hurt him. Malfoy's arms refused to move from where he had wrapped them around Harry's back however, so he murmured, "Draco?" and Draco's eyes snapped open.
Draco couldn't believe it. Harry had said his name. Not the last name he had always used when saying 'Shut up, Malfoy,' but his first name. It was all to much for him, on top of everything else that had happened and he said the first thing that came to his mind. "Moonsbane," he whispered, and then suddenly regretted it, as the door he was leaning against gave way under the combined weight of he and Harry.
Harry could do nothing about it. With Draco's arms wrapped around him, he was going to be pulled forward. He stumbled forward through the door trying his best to stay on his feet. Draco was trying to stay upright too, and they might have managed it if Harry hadn't tripped on Draco's foot. His knee hit the ground hard, and he knew it would bruise, but his first reaction was to make sure Draco's head didn't hit the cement floor, a blow like that could kill a person.
Draco heard Harry's knee hit the floor and he flinched, not only from the sound but also in preparation of his head hitting the floor. However, the hit never came as he felt Harry's hand come under his head and pull up. Draco's eyes opened and he found himself staring into the strikingly dark green eyes of Harry. His mouth opened to thank him, but before he could get a word out Harry descended on him, and their kisses began anew.
Almost against his will, but Harry was sure some part of him wanted this, Harry felt his hand slide down Draco's back and then touch bare skin. Draco pulled himself up towards Harry and his hand began to creep up Draco's back. Harry felt Draco's hand begin it's journey up his back and he realized why Draco had responded the way he did. His flesh seemed on fire where ever Draco's fingers touched, and goose pimples broke out across his skin. All coherent thoughts escaped Harry's mind at that point.
Draco's arms moved with little direction from him as they removed Harry's nightshirt. As his hands moved their way back down towards Harry's pants, Harry's knee gave out and Draco took this time to roll over as Harry removed his own shirt. Using a mix of his hands and legs Draco managed to get Harry's pants mostly off, his mouth never once leaving Harry's. Harry had been maneuvering Draco's pants out of the way as well and Draco helped them off the rest of the way.
Once Harry's pants were out of the way he curled his leg up and ran hit along the inside of Draco's leg. He was pleased to feel Draco shudder in response. The kisses grew more frenzied, and to Harry's dismay Draco pulled out of a kiss. When the next kiss Draco placed was at the base of Harry's throat all thoughts of complaining evaporated. The next kiss was planted on his chest, and Harry arched his back slightly in response. The next thing he felt was Draco's hand sliding up his thigh at about the same time that Draco kissed his stomach, and a small groan escaped his lips before he bit his lower lip to keep from making anymore noise.
At that sound Draco removed Harry's boxers, and then hastily removed his own before continuing to move his kisses southerly.