TASTE YOU
Draco saw Harry's anger as the boy came closer. It rolled off him in waves. Draco grinned and lowered his bag from his shoulder.
"Potter." crooned Draco.
"Fuck off, Malfoy." Harry glared at the blonde as he walked closer.
"Ooo . thanks for your permission, Potter -- I think I will," Draco grinned as Harry snorted and continued down the hall. Draco frowned at Harry's back and hurried after the retreating boy.
"Where are you going?" Draco asked from behind Harry.
Harry answered abruptly, "Forward."
Draco dropped a hand on Harry's shoulder. "Well, stop. I was talking to you." Harry wrenched his shoulder out from Draco's grasp.
"Sucks for you that I'm not listening and I don't care." He started down the hall again.
Draco stood where he was and laughed lightly. Harry stopped and turned around. "What're you looking at, huh?" Draco tossed his hair out of his eyes and cocked his head to the side. He looked up at Harry through his bangs and thick eyelashes. Harry frowned nervously under Draco's grin.
"What?" he demanded again.
Draco took a few slow steps toward Harry. His hair fell forward, framing his half-grinning face with strands of silky silver. He stopped a foot from Harry's face, staring at him through slowly blinking eyes.
Harry swallowed thickly, looking at Draco with nervous eyes. His lips parted ever-so-slightly and his expression softened as Draco moved closer. Suddenly, Harry jumped back, eyes defensive and face determined again, though it lacked the angry passion it had held moments earlier.
"What're you doing?! Get away!"
"Oh, now Potter, you don't really want that, now do you?" Draco reproached. Harry gave him a completely blank look, confused.
"What do you mean?" Harry breathed.
In reply, Draco grinned and grabbed Harry's shoulders; he pulled him close and kissed him.
Harry stiffened as Draco ran his tongue lightly over his lips. Draco's tongue continued to play around and in Harry's mouth as the boy slowly began kissing him back.
Harry's body relaxed in Draco's strong grip. As he leaned against the boy, Harry placed his hands on the blonde's chest, lightly stroking it as both their kisses grew harder and stronger.
Draco's hands wrapped around Harry's face and he pulled him closer, rolling his tongue in the shorter boy's mouth. He pulled back slowly, watching Harry's eyes flutter open as he moaned a protest.
Resting his forehead against Harry's, Draco stroked the boy's olive-colored face. "Mmmm." he said as he stood straight up and backed away, leaving only his right hand's fingertips to trace light patterns on Harry's cheek. He turned and walked down the hall. ".You taste good," he finished over his shoulder.
Draco picked up his earlier-discarded bag and turned back down the hall. Harry hadn't moved, but his face grew a little slack. Mixed emotions played over his face. Draco grinned slyly as he walked past, reaching one hand out to trace a cool finger over Harry's cheek again as he passed; the boy shivered under his touch.
Harry stood, confused, scared, and excited, long after Draco had left.
Draco saw Harry's anger as the boy came closer. It rolled off him in waves. Draco grinned and lowered his bag from his shoulder.
"Potter." crooned Draco.
"Fuck off, Malfoy." Harry glared at the blonde as he walked closer.
"Ooo . thanks for your permission, Potter -- I think I will," Draco grinned as Harry snorted and continued down the hall. Draco frowned at Harry's back and hurried after the retreating boy.
"Where are you going?" Draco asked from behind Harry.
Harry answered abruptly, "Forward."
Draco dropped a hand on Harry's shoulder. "Well, stop. I was talking to you." Harry wrenched his shoulder out from Draco's grasp.
"Sucks for you that I'm not listening and I don't care." He started down the hall again.
Draco stood where he was and laughed lightly. Harry stopped and turned around. "What're you looking at, huh?" Draco tossed his hair out of his eyes and cocked his head to the side. He looked up at Harry through his bangs and thick eyelashes. Harry frowned nervously under Draco's grin.
"What?" he demanded again.
Draco took a few slow steps toward Harry. His hair fell forward, framing his half-grinning face with strands of silky silver. He stopped a foot from Harry's face, staring at him through slowly blinking eyes.
Harry swallowed thickly, looking at Draco with nervous eyes. His lips parted ever-so-slightly and his expression softened as Draco moved closer. Suddenly, Harry jumped back, eyes defensive and face determined again, though it lacked the angry passion it had held moments earlier.
"What're you doing?! Get away!"
"Oh, now Potter, you don't really want that, now do you?" Draco reproached. Harry gave him a completely blank look, confused.
"What do you mean?" Harry breathed.
In reply, Draco grinned and grabbed Harry's shoulders; he pulled him close and kissed him.
Harry stiffened as Draco ran his tongue lightly over his lips. Draco's tongue continued to play around and in Harry's mouth as the boy slowly began kissing him back.
Harry's body relaxed in Draco's strong grip. As he leaned against the boy, Harry placed his hands on the blonde's chest, lightly stroking it as both their kisses grew harder and stronger.
Draco's hands wrapped around Harry's face and he pulled him closer, rolling his tongue in the shorter boy's mouth. He pulled back slowly, watching Harry's eyes flutter open as he moaned a protest.
Resting his forehead against Harry's, Draco stroked the boy's olive-colored face. "Mmmm." he said as he stood straight up and backed away, leaving only his right hand's fingertips to trace light patterns on Harry's cheek. He turned and walked down the hall. ".You taste good," he finished over his shoulder.
Draco picked up his earlier-discarded bag and turned back down the hall. Harry hadn't moved, but his face grew a little slack. Mixed emotions played over his face. Draco grinned slyly as he walked past, reaching one hand out to trace a cool finger over Harry's cheek again as he passed; the boy shivered under his touch.
Harry stood, confused, scared, and excited, long after Draco had left.