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Harry stood, looking around at the room. Everything was silent. No one was moving. No one was talking. At least not until Pansy started laughing. She was laughing like a mad women. And then everyone was laughing. Ron stood up and slapped Harry on the back and said something that Harry didn't hear. Even Hermione's mouth was twitching into a grin.
"Well, you wont have to worry about him teasing you anymore, Harry!" she said cheerfully. But Harry wasn't smiling.
Oh God, he thought. Oh God.
He climbed over his seat and Hermione grabbed his arm.
"What are you doing?"
Harry shrugged her off. "I'll be back," he said hastily. Before either of his friends could catch him, he'd dashed out of the room.
He brushed his hair back, his hand brushing over the raised scar tissue. His hear was pounding in his chest. He didn't know what he was going to do, but he had to do something. This was all his fault. And even if Malfoy was a bastard, he didn't deserve this. Harry knew. He'd experienced this himself. Well, maybe not having the entire school laugh at him. This was about ten times what Harry had dealt with.
He could hear the roaring laughter even as the heavy doors shut. And so could Draco, he saw.
Malfoy was standing facing the wall, bracing his weight on one arm leaned up against the wall. He appeared to be rubbing his eyes. His hair fell over his face like a shining veil. The outline of his shoulders was present under his tight sweater and his collar was folded over the wool. His body was quaking.
Harry swallowed and opened his mouth.
"Draco."
Malfoy jumped and spun, looking shocked. Harry was just as shocked, because what he saw made him feel ill. Big bad Draco Malfoy, son of a Death Eater and most feared person in the school, was crying. Tears streamed across his perfect skin from two glassy, translucent eyes.
"You fuck!" he said, "You fucking prick."
Harry's mouth opened but nothing came out. Draco was staring at him with an intense hatred Harry had never seen, not even from his evil Aunt and Uncle and cousin.
"That's right. Don't say anything, Harry. Just GO!"
"No," Harry said quietly.
Draco dragged his palms over his face. Harry had never seen him like this. He was always calm. Always emotionless. Draco was breaking down. Even his shoulders had caved in.
"Harry," he said from behind his hands, "You'd better fucking leave me alone if you know what's good for you. Because I swear to God, if you stay I will kill you. I will."
Harry panicked a moment and took a step back. Maybe he should leave. Who knew what Draco was capable of at this moment. He took another step and looked down the hall. He should run. If he was smart, he would run.
But he didn't. He looked back at Draco.
"I'm sorry," Harry said. Behind him, he could still hear the laughter.
Draco dropped his hands and pulled himself up straight. His head tossed to the side and his lips pulled up to reveal his clenched teeth.
"WHAT?" he yelled.
"I said I'm sorry!"
"You're SORRY? You're fucking SORRY, Harry?!" Draco was walking closer to him. Harry backed up. "Listen to that!" Draco commanded, pointing to the door. "Listen! Do you know what that is? That is everyone laughing. At me. At Draco Malfoy!"
He backed Harry against the door and their eyes locked, "But do you know what? That is not the worst part. Fuck. This is nothing. Nothing, compared to what is going to happen when my father finds out. Finds out his precious, perfect son is a FAG!"
"S..so, you are?" Harry stammered.
Draco's eyes narrowed and he pressed his nose to Harry's "Am I what?"
"R..really gay."
Draco looked confused for a moment. His lips parted and then closed. He snorted air of his nose. "I…no."
"But you just said…"
"I don't care what I just said!" he said, backing away. His face was shinning in the candle light. He looked scared.
"You said you were gay," Harry insisted. "You are, aren't you. This is what it's really about. It's true. That's why you're so upset. That why you got so upset when I…"
"Shut up," Draco said in a low voice.
"No. It's true," Harry went on, pushing himself away from the door. Draco took a step back. "That why you teased me. You didn't want anyone to find out. That's why you tortured me!"
"No! Shut up! It's not true!"
"All these years," Harry shook his head, "I thought you were disgusted by me. But you aren't. You're just like me. A faggot."
Draco's eyes bulged and his neck tightened, "I AM NOT LIKE YOU!"
Before Draco could say any more, Harry jumped forward and grabbed Draco around his back. He press Draco forwards and covered Draco's lips with his own. He pressed so hard that he could feel Draco's teeth behind his soft lips. He penetrated his mouth with his tongue. Licked all around the inside of his mouth and stroked the top of his mouth. He slipped his other hand behind Draco's head, running his palm down his's neck.
Then, to his surprise, Draco's tongue pushed his back and entered Harry's mouth. He pulled away, grabbing Harry's lip with his teeth and pulling it, sucking it in. Their mouths came together again, both inhaling each others air. Draco grabbed Harry's hips and crushed them to his. He was rough. His kiss was almost painful. Harry had never expired anything like this. He felt open. He felt fucked. All from one kiss.
He ripped himself away from the blonde boys grasp, gasping. Draco's eyes were glinting, and he looked pissed and horny at the same time.
"I…told you," Harry puffed. He jabbed his finger at Draco's chest. "I told you."
Draco's expression didn't change, "I'm still going to kill you, Potter."
"Why don't you fuck me first."
Draco's brows came together and lip top lip curled up, "I hate you."
"You want me," Harry insisted.
"No. No…" Draco shook his head.
"Yes," Harry said, smiling, "you do."
"No. Fuck you!" Draco said, pointing at him. He turned and ran down the hall. Harry couldn't believe it. Not any of it. As he watched Draco fly down the hall, he couldn't help but be amazed. He'd just kissed Draco Malfoy. His sworn enemy. And he'd loved it.
*~*~*
Draco dropped and pressed his back against the stone wall. He was in a dark hall, listening to the rain hit the windows. His heart was hitting his chest with a force enough to break skin. He could feel it thumping against his ribs.
What had he just done? What is HELL had he just done? Was he crazy? Insane? Demented? Or just gay.
His eyes closed, drawing his brows together. It hurt. God, it hurt. He couldn't take it.
He knew it was true. He'd always know it was true. Ever since he was a kid, he'd known he wasn't like everyone else, and not just because of his bloodline. He didn't want to be different, so he faked. He pretended to be someone else. It was easy. By being an asshole, he didn't have to let anyone get close enough to find out. Hell, he could have gone on the rest of his life like that. He could fuck girls. He could get it up for them. It was never good, never satisfying, but what did that matter? It was a small price to pay to not be found out. Hell, everyone in the school had thought he was a stud. He could get any girl he wanted.
No one knew.
And then Potter came along. He ruined everything. Everything he'd spent so long building up. He wasn't kidding when he'd said he'd hated him. He did. He really did, like he'd never hated anyone. He'd never felt an apathy this strong.
Draco stood up and grabbed on of the wall mounted candle holders, and pulled. He yanked it from the stone and threw it across the hall. It hit the wall and clattered, sending up a dirt cloud and then dropped threw the floor. Draco went down the row, ripping them all out and throwing them with all his might.
Potter.
Potter, with his stupid scar, and his big mouth. With his way of ruining everything. With his way of always being better than him without even trying. He was better at Quiditch. He was better in classes. He was smarter. Funnier. Nicer. Everyone loved him, fag or not. He was the Boy-Who-Lived.
He was everything Draco wasn't. And he knew it. And he used it. He made Draco's life hell. And now he'd gone over the top.
He'd…kissed him. Draco winced at the word. It sounded so intimate. And it was. As rough as it had been, it'd been intimate. They'd shared it.
Draco was hot and angry all at once. He wrapped his arms around himself and leaned against the wall. Did he want Harry?
Yes.
Harry was right, like he'd been right all a long.
*~*~*
Harry had walked all up and down every hall but he could find Malfoy anywhere. He didn't really know why he was looking for him, it just seemed like the best thing to do. But the hour got late and everyone went up to their dorms and eventually went to bed. Harry thought Draco was probably sleeping too.
But he couldn't sleep. He didn't try. He knew he wouldn't be able to. His body was charged up. His skin prickled and buzzed. His hair was raised up and inside he was boiling. He could feel everything a thousand times more intensly and his mind was sharp. He definitely needed to cool off.
The sound of that rain outside was calling him like a cold shower. He ran outside, into the now pouring rain. The air was surprisingly warm. He walked under the trees, letting the streams of water pouring off of the budding leaves fall over him. His clothes were soaked and his hair was clinging to his scalp in minutes. Finally, his legs got tired so he pulled himself up into on of the trees and stretched out on a branch. He closed his eyes and let the raindrops hit his eyes lids.
*~*~*
"Potter."
Harry's eyes blinked open and the rain that had collected over his eyelashes ran off the sides like tears.
Had he just heard something?
He sat up, rubbing his back. He could feel the indents from the bark. How long had he been laying there? He leaned over and look down through the leaves to the ground. At first he didn't see anything, but then he noticed a bit of a shimmer of light and then a movement. He leaned further and called out.
"Who's down there?"
There was only silence. But just as Harry was pulling back up, he heard a low chuckle.
"The only other person who'd be out in the rain in the middle of the night."
Harry shivered at the sound of the smooth voice and the words. Sounded intimate. Sexy.
"Draco," Harry answered.
"Very good, Potter."
Harry placed his hands on two forked branches of the same limb and leaned down as far as he could go. He was suddenly face to face with soaked Malfoy. He was looking calmer than before. Harry should have figured that any lapse in character was only temporary. Too bad. He'd liked seeing Draco all frazzled. Maybe not sobbing like he had been, but at least showing some emotion. It feed Harry's theory that Draco actually was human.
"Were you looking for me?" Harry asked.
Draco scowled, "Why would I do that?" he asked in a voice void of any emotion.
"I offered to fuck you. I thought maybe you'd want to explore your new found sexuality."
Draco turned his head, "I swear to God Harry, you'd better not say anything to anyone."
"Why not? They already know, unless you've forgotten the little magazine incident."
He turned back, his wet hair splaying across his face. Harry though for a second that it was surreal how beautiful he was. "They don't know for sure," Malfoy insisted.
"Oh. Right. Only I know for sure."
"Stop making it sound like that!"
"Like what?" Harry asked, shifting around so that he could hang lower.
"Like…like we…"
"Shared something?" Harry asked. "But…we did."
His lips were getting closer to Draco's. Malfoy backed away.
"No we didn't."
"Malfoy, I may have initiated, but that kiss was hardly one sided. I fondly remember your tongue in my mouth," Harry teased.
He just barely ducked Malfoy's fist.
"I'm serious, Harry! NO ONE better find out about that!"
Harry just laughed, "How are you gonna make sure I don't tell? What are you going to for me in return?"
Malfoy looked down, licking his lips nervously. He said something quietly, but Harry didn't hear.
"What's that, Draco?"
"Anything," he muttered again.
Harry moaned obnoxiously, "Oh God. Look me in the eye and say that, Draco. Say you'll do ANYTHING to make sure I wont tell!"
Draco's head flicked up and he caught Harry in a silvery gaze. He blinked once and had to open and re open his mouth before anything would come out.
"I'll do anything. If you wont tell."
Harry kind of regretted making him say it after he did. He just looked so pathetic. Harry didn't like it. He liked thinking Malfoy was beyond any real feelings. It made what he was about to do easier.
"Ok. I want you to fuck me."
Malfoy's eyes went wide and his mouth dropped, "What?!"
"That's what I want. You said anything."
"Harry. No."
"But you want to," Harry said. Malfoy didn't say anything. "Don't you?"
Malfoy backed away a little, "Don't do this, Harry. Please. It's worse than having the whole school know."
"Why? I am I really that bad?"
"YES!" Draco said suddenly, "God, Harry, you must know I hate you! I can't stand you. You're worse than Pansy, or Crabbe and Goyle. Worse than Weasley. Worse than anyone. Right now, I've never hated anyone more!"
Before Draco had time to realize what was about to happen, Harry lept from the tree right on top of him. Malfoy pushed him off, but Harry came back, landing a fist right in his eye. Draco moaned in pain, and swung out, connecting with Harry's jaw. He heard a crack, but before he had time to savor it, another blow landing on his stomach.
He quickly grabbed hold of Harry's shoulders and rolled over on top of him. He pinned Harry's hands down, but promptly got a knee to the groin. He balled up, and rolled off. Harry took the opportunity to plant a few good hits while Draco was off guard.
"You…are…such…a…bitch!" Harry said in a gruff voice.
"No, Harry. That's you," Draco said, blocking his hits. He sat up, and grabbed Harry around the waist and took him down. He pinned his arms over his head, and placed his knees over Harry's legs. Harry was stuck. He couldn't move.
"You're crazy fucker, Potter," Malfoy huffed. His breath was heavy. Harry could feel every one.
"How is that?" Harry asked.
Malfoy bit his lip, and blinked the stream of blood that had flowed from the cut over his eyebrow to his eye. "One minute you want my cock, and then next you try to kill me."
"I don't want to kill you. That would be a waste. I just want to hurt you."
"Haven't you already done that!" Malfoy cried.
"Huh?" Harry was suddenly confused.
"It's your fault everyone knows. If you haven't started all that…You know what you did. That's what started it."
"I only did it to stop you from harassing me all the time. I couldn't take it anymore. It was a last resort, I promise you."
"Whatever," Malfoy growled.
"It's true. You were ruining my life!"
"You're being dramatic. I'm the one who's going to have to deal with…"
"What I've been dealing with for years from people like you? Seems fair to me," Harry spat. His face was contorted in anger.
Malfoy sucked in a breath. He didn't say anything, just looked down, and started breathing heavy again. Harry turned his head to the side. He pressed his lips together and the anger washed off of his face. When he turned back, his eyes looked reddish.
"I…I think we're even," Harry said. His voice sounded choked, "Why don't we just call it a draw. I wont tell on you, and you wont tell on me. I really don't want it going around that I kissed you either. And we'll both deal with what people are going to say about us."
Draco shook his head.
"What?" Harry asked. He squirmed under Draco's grip and weight.
"We suddenly have so much in common."
"Yeah, pure blood, better than anyone Draco is just a big a flamer as Harry-fucking-Potter, right? It's so horrible."
"I didn't say that!" Malfoy snapped. Harry jerked up, trying to get lose.
"Just leave me alone, Draco."
Malfoy dropped all his weight on Harry, pushing him back down. "That's not what I meant!" He hissed.
"Then what did you mean?" Harry asked, the words flying off his rain slicked lips.
Draco just looked down at him a minute, before pushing himself up to his feet. He stepped over Harry and started back to the school.
"No! Come back!" Harry yelled angrily. He jumped up to his feet and stomped after Draco.
"What did you mean, Malfoy?"
Malfoy wasn't answering. He was skulking off with his head hanging low, water dripping from all his limbs and hair. Harry ran up behind him.
"Answer me!" Harry commanded. When Draco said nothing, he grabbed him by the head and turned pulled his head back. Draco tilted his head and attached his lips to Harry's before Harry had anytime to react. Slowly, his grip on Draco's blonde hair loosened, allowing Draco to turn, and deepen the kiss. They embraced tightly, Draco's hands dragging down Harry's back and then back up, pulling his soaked sweater with it. He pulled it over his head and the material smacked together, drenching Harry in collected rainwater. He hurriedly removed Draco's sweater, eager for there bare skin to come together.
Draco's chest outlined in well formed muscle. His skin was a glowing white like moonlight glinting off glass. Harry ran his fingers down his spin, which was slick with water. There bodies slid over each other, and they held tight to keep them together. Their lips didn't part. Not once for the duration.
Harry couldn't stop what was happening in his lower regions. This was MALFOY! Malfoy, kissing him! Touching him. Wanting him. It was his wet mouth assaulting Harry's. It was his tongue that was massaging his like wet velvet. It was Malfoy. Draco Malfoy.
When he pulled away, it was much, much to soon. Harry's mouth felt numb and empty. He blinked the water out of his eyes.
"That's what we have in common," Draco panted.
"What?" Harry asked, still not clear on his meaning.
Draco laughed, low and sinister, "We both want each other."
Harry's mouth just dropped as he stared at slick and shinny Malfoy. After a moment, Draco laughed again and grabbed Harry's wrist.
"Come on," he purred, and yanked Harry towards the castle.
Harry stood, looking around at the room. Everything was silent. No one was moving. No one was talking. At least not until Pansy started laughing. She was laughing like a mad women. And then everyone was laughing. Ron stood up and slapped Harry on the back and said something that Harry didn't hear. Even Hermione's mouth was twitching into a grin.
"Well, you wont have to worry about him teasing you anymore, Harry!" she said cheerfully. But Harry wasn't smiling.
Oh God, he thought. Oh God.
He climbed over his seat and Hermione grabbed his arm.
"What are you doing?"
Harry shrugged her off. "I'll be back," he said hastily. Before either of his friends could catch him, he'd dashed out of the room.
He brushed his hair back, his hand brushing over the raised scar tissue. His hear was pounding in his chest. He didn't know what he was going to do, but he had to do something. This was all his fault. And even if Malfoy was a bastard, he didn't deserve this. Harry knew. He'd experienced this himself. Well, maybe not having the entire school laugh at him. This was about ten times what Harry had dealt with.
He could hear the roaring laughter even as the heavy doors shut. And so could Draco, he saw.
Malfoy was standing facing the wall, bracing his weight on one arm leaned up against the wall. He appeared to be rubbing his eyes. His hair fell over his face like a shining veil. The outline of his shoulders was present under his tight sweater and his collar was folded over the wool. His body was quaking.
Harry swallowed and opened his mouth.
"Draco."
Malfoy jumped and spun, looking shocked. Harry was just as shocked, because what he saw made him feel ill. Big bad Draco Malfoy, son of a Death Eater and most feared person in the school, was crying. Tears streamed across his perfect skin from two glassy, translucent eyes.
"You fuck!" he said, "You fucking prick."
Harry's mouth opened but nothing came out. Draco was staring at him with an intense hatred Harry had never seen, not even from his evil Aunt and Uncle and cousin.
"That's right. Don't say anything, Harry. Just GO!"
"No," Harry said quietly.
Draco dragged his palms over his face. Harry had never seen him like this. He was always calm. Always emotionless. Draco was breaking down. Even his shoulders had caved in.
"Harry," he said from behind his hands, "You'd better fucking leave me alone if you know what's good for you. Because I swear to God, if you stay I will kill you. I will."
Harry panicked a moment and took a step back. Maybe he should leave. Who knew what Draco was capable of at this moment. He took another step and looked down the hall. He should run. If he was smart, he would run.
But he didn't. He looked back at Draco.
"I'm sorry," Harry said. Behind him, he could still hear the laughter.
Draco dropped his hands and pulled himself up straight. His head tossed to the side and his lips pulled up to reveal his clenched teeth.
"WHAT?" he yelled.
"I said I'm sorry!"
"You're SORRY? You're fucking SORRY, Harry?!" Draco was walking closer to him. Harry backed up. "Listen to that!" Draco commanded, pointing to the door. "Listen! Do you know what that is? That is everyone laughing. At me. At Draco Malfoy!"
He backed Harry against the door and their eyes locked, "But do you know what? That is not the worst part. Fuck. This is nothing. Nothing, compared to what is going to happen when my father finds out. Finds out his precious, perfect son is a FAG!"
"S..so, you are?" Harry stammered.
Draco's eyes narrowed and he pressed his nose to Harry's "Am I what?"
"R..really gay."
Draco looked confused for a moment. His lips parted and then closed. He snorted air of his nose. "I…no."
"But you just said…"
"I don't care what I just said!" he said, backing away. His face was shinning in the candle light. He looked scared.
"You said you were gay," Harry insisted. "You are, aren't you. This is what it's really about. It's true. That's why you're so upset. That why you got so upset when I…"
"Shut up," Draco said in a low voice.
"No. It's true," Harry went on, pushing himself away from the door. Draco took a step back. "That why you teased me. You didn't want anyone to find out. That's why you tortured me!"
"No! Shut up! It's not true!"
"All these years," Harry shook his head, "I thought you were disgusted by me. But you aren't. You're just like me. A faggot."
Draco's eyes bulged and his neck tightened, "I AM NOT LIKE YOU!"
Before Draco could say any more, Harry jumped forward and grabbed Draco around his back. He press Draco forwards and covered Draco's lips with his own. He pressed so hard that he could feel Draco's teeth behind his soft lips. He penetrated his mouth with his tongue. Licked all around the inside of his mouth and stroked the top of his mouth. He slipped his other hand behind Draco's head, running his palm down his's neck.
Then, to his surprise, Draco's tongue pushed his back and entered Harry's mouth. He pulled away, grabbing Harry's lip with his teeth and pulling it, sucking it in. Their mouths came together again, both inhaling each others air. Draco grabbed Harry's hips and crushed them to his. He was rough. His kiss was almost painful. Harry had never expired anything like this. He felt open. He felt fucked. All from one kiss.
He ripped himself away from the blonde boys grasp, gasping. Draco's eyes were glinting, and he looked pissed and horny at the same time.
"I…told you," Harry puffed. He jabbed his finger at Draco's chest. "I told you."
Draco's expression didn't change, "I'm still going to kill you, Potter."
"Why don't you fuck me first."
Draco's brows came together and lip top lip curled up, "I hate you."
"You want me," Harry insisted.
"No. No…" Draco shook his head.
"Yes," Harry said, smiling, "you do."
"No. Fuck you!" Draco said, pointing at him. He turned and ran down the hall. Harry couldn't believe it. Not any of it. As he watched Draco fly down the hall, he couldn't help but be amazed. He'd just kissed Draco Malfoy. His sworn enemy. And he'd loved it.
*~*~*
Draco dropped and pressed his back against the stone wall. He was in a dark hall, listening to the rain hit the windows. His heart was hitting his chest with a force enough to break skin. He could feel it thumping against his ribs.
What had he just done? What is HELL had he just done? Was he crazy? Insane? Demented? Or just gay.
His eyes closed, drawing his brows together. It hurt. God, it hurt. He couldn't take it.
He knew it was true. He'd always know it was true. Ever since he was a kid, he'd known he wasn't like everyone else, and not just because of his bloodline. He didn't want to be different, so he faked. He pretended to be someone else. It was easy. By being an asshole, he didn't have to let anyone get close enough to find out. Hell, he could have gone on the rest of his life like that. He could fuck girls. He could get it up for them. It was never good, never satisfying, but what did that matter? It was a small price to pay to not be found out. Hell, everyone in the school had thought he was a stud. He could get any girl he wanted.
No one knew.
And then Potter came along. He ruined everything. Everything he'd spent so long building up. He wasn't kidding when he'd said he'd hated him. He did. He really did, like he'd never hated anyone. He'd never felt an apathy this strong.
Draco stood up and grabbed on of the wall mounted candle holders, and pulled. He yanked it from the stone and threw it across the hall. It hit the wall and clattered, sending up a dirt cloud and then dropped threw the floor. Draco went down the row, ripping them all out and throwing them with all his might.
Potter.
Potter, with his stupid scar, and his big mouth. With his way of ruining everything. With his way of always being better than him without even trying. He was better at Quiditch. He was better in classes. He was smarter. Funnier. Nicer. Everyone loved him, fag or not. He was the Boy-Who-Lived.
He was everything Draco wasn't. And he knew it. And he used it. He made Draco's life hell. And now he'd gone over the top.
He'd…kissed him. Draco winced at the word. It sounded so intimate. And it was. As rough as it had been, it'd been intimate. They'd shared it.
Draco was hot and angry all at once. He wrapped his arms around himself and leaned against the wall. Did he want Harry?
Yes.
Harry was right, like he'd been right all a long.
*~*~*
Harry had walked all up and down every hall but he could find Malfoy anywhere. He didn't really know why he was looking for him, it just seemed like the best thing to do. But the hour got late and everyone went up to their dorms and eventually went to bed. Harry thought Draco was probably sleeping too.
But he couldn't sleep. He didn't try. He knew he wouldn't be able to. His body was charged up. His skin prickled and buzzed. His hair was raised up and inside he was boiling. He could feel everything a thousand times more intensly and his mind was sharp. He definitely needed to cool off.
The sound of that rain outside was calling him like a cold shower. He ran outside, into the now pouring rain. The air was surprisingly warm. He walked under the trees, letting the streams of water pouring off of the budding leaves fall over him. His clothes were soaked and his hair was clinging to his scalp in minutes. Finally, his legs got tired so he pulled himself up into on of the trees and stretched out on a branch. He closed his eyes and let the raindrops hit his eyes lids.
*~*~*
"Potter."
Harry's eyes blinked open and the rain that had collected over his eyelashes ran off the sides like tears.
Had he just heard something?
He sat up, rubbing his back. He could feel the indents from the bark. How long had he been laying there? He leaned over and look down through the leaves to the ground. At first he didn't see anything, but then he noticed a bit of a shimmer of light and then a movement. He leaned further and called out.
"Who's down there?"
There was only silence. But just as Harry was pulling back up, he heard a low chuckle.
"The only other person who'd be out in the rain in the middle of the night."
Harry shivered at the sound of the smooth voice and the words. Sounded intimate. Sexy.
"Draco," Harry answered.
"Very good, Potter."
Harry placed his hands on two forked branches of the same limb and leaned down as far as he could go. He was suddenly face to face with soaked Malfoy. He was looking calmer than before. Harry should have figured that any lapse in character was only temporary. Too bad. He'd liked seeing Draco all frazzled. Maybe not sobbing like he had been, but at least showing some emotion. It feed Harry's theory that Draco actually was human.
"Were you looking for me?" Harry asked.
Draco scowled, "Why would I do that?" he asked in a voice void of any emotion.
"I offered to fuck you. I thought maybe you'd want to explore your new found sexuality."
Draco turned his head, "I swear to God Harry, you'd better not say anything to anyone."
"Why not? They already know, unless you've forgotten the little magazine incident."
He turned back, his wet hair splaying across his face. Harry though for a second that it was surreal how beautiful he was. "They don't know for sure," Malfoy insisted.
"Oh. Right. Only I know for sure."
"Stop making it sound like that!"
"Like what?" Harry asked, shifting around so that he could hang lower.
"Like…like we…"
"Shared something?" Harry asked. "But…we did."
His lips were getting closer to Draco's. Malfoy backed away.
"No we didn't."
"Malfoy, I may have initiated, but that kiss was hardly one sided. I fondly remember your tongue in my mouth," Harry teased.
He just barely ducked Malfoy's fist.
"I'm serious, Harry! NO ONE better find out about that!"
Harry just laughed, "How are you gonna make sure I don't tell? What are you going to for me in return?"
Malfoy looked down, licking his lips nervously. He said something quietly, but Harry didn't hear.
"What's that, Draco?"
"Anything," he muttered again.
Harry moaned obnoxiously, "Oh God. Look me in the eye and say that, Draco. Say you'll do ANYTHING to make sure I wont tell!"
Draco's head flicked up and he caught Harry in a silvery gaze. He blinked once and had to open and re open his mouth before anything would come out.
"I'll do anything. If you wont tell."
Harry kind of regretted making him say it after he did. He just looked so pathetic. Harry didn't like it. He liked thinking Malfoy was beyond any real feelings. It made what he was about to do easier.
"Ok. I want you to fuck me."
Malfoy's eyes went wide and his mouth dropped, "What?!"
"That's what I want. You said anything."
"Harry. No."
"But you want to," Harry said. Malfoy didn't say anything. "Don't you?"
Malfoy backed away a little, "Don't do this, Harry. Please. It's worse than having the whole school know."
"Why? I am I really that bad?"
"YES!" Draco said suddenly, "God, Harry, you must know I hate you! I can't stand you. You're worse than Pansy, or Crabbe and Goyle. Worse than Weasley. Worse than anyone. Right now, I've never hated anyone more!"
Before Draco had time to realize what was about to happen, Harry lept from the tree right on top of him. Malfoy pushed him off, but Harry came back, landing a fist right in his eye. Draco moaned in pain, and swung out, connecting with Harry's jaw. He heard a crack, but before he had time to savor it, another blow landing on his stomach.
He quickly grabbed hold of Harry's shoulders and rolled over on top of him. He pinned Harry's hands down, but promptly got a knee to the groin. He balled up, and rolled off. Harry took the opportunity to plant a few good hits while Draco was off guard.
"You…are…such…a…bitch!" Harry said in a gruff voice.
"No, Harry. That's you," Draco said, blocking his hits. He sat up, and grabbed Harry around the waist and took him down. He pinned his arms over his head, and placed his knees over Harry's legs. Harry was stuck. He couldn't move.
"You're crazy fucker, Potter," Malfoy huffed. His breath was heavy. Harry could feel every one.
"How is that?" Harry asked.
Malfoy bit his lip, and blinked the stream of blood that had flowed from the cut over his eyebrow to his eye. "One minute you want my cock, and then next you try to kill me."
"I don't want to kill you. That would be a waste. I just want to hurt you."
"Haven't you already done that!" Malfoy cried.
"Huh?" Harry was suddenly confused.
"It's your fault everyone knows. If you haven't started all that…You know what you did. That's what started it."
"I only did it to stop you from harassing me all the time. I couldn't take it anymore. It was a last resort, I promise you."
"Whatever," Malfoy growled.
"It's true. You were ruining my life!"
"You're being dramatic. I'm the one who's going to have to deal with…"
"What I've been dealing with for years from people like you? Seems fair to me," Harry spat. His face was contorted in anger.
Malfoy sucked in a breath. He didn't say anything, just looked down, and started breathing heavy again. Harry turned his head to the side. He pressed his lips together and the anger washed off of his face. When he turned back, his eyes looked reddish.
"I…I think we're even," Harry said. His voice sounded choked, "Why don't we just call it a draw. I wont tell on you, and you wont tell on me. I really don't want it going around that I kissed you either. And we'll both deal with what people are going to say about us."
Draco shook his head.
"What?" Harry asked. He squirmed under Draco's grip and weight.
"We suddenly have so much in common."
"Yeah, pure blood, better than anyone Draco is just a big a flamer as Harry-fucking-Potter, right? It's so horrible."
"I didn't say that!" Malfoy snapped. Harry jerked up, trying to get lose.
"Just leave me alone, Draco."
Malfoy dropped all his weight on Harry, pushing him back down. "That's not what I meant!" He hissed.
"Then what did you mean?" Harry asked, the words flying off his rain slicked lips.
Draco just looked down at him a minute, before pushing himself up to his feet. He stepped over Harry and started back to the school.
"No! Come back!" Harry yelled angrily. He jumped up to his feet and stomped after Draco.
"What did you mean, Malfoy?"
Malfoy wasn't answering. He was skulking off with his head hanging low, water dripping from all his limbs and hair. Harry ran up behind him.
"Answer me!" Harry commanded. When Draco said nothing, he grabbed him by the head and turned pulled his head back. Draco tilted his head and attached his lips to Harry's before Harry had anytime to react. Slowly, his grip on Draco's blonde hair loosened, allowing Draco to turn, and deepen the kiss. They embraced tightly, Draco's hands dragging down Harry's back and then back up, pulling his soaked sweater with it. He pulled it over his head and the material smacked together, drenching Harry in collected rainwater. He hurriedly removed Draco's sweater, eager for there bare skin to come together.
Draco's chest outlined in well formed muscle. His skin was a glowing white like moonlight glinting off glass. Harry ran his fingers down his spin, which was slick with water. There bodies slid over each other, and they held tight to keep them together. Their lips didn't part. Not once for the duration.
Harry couldn't stop what was happening in his lower regions. This was MALFOY! Malfoy, kissing him! Touching him. Wanting him. It was his wet mouth assaulting Harry's. It was his tongue that was massaging his like wet velvet. It was Malfoy. Draco Malfoy.
When he pulled away, it was much, much to soon. Harry's mouth felt numb and empty. He blinked the water out of his eyes.
"That's what we have in common," Draco panted.
"What?" Harry asked, still not clear on his meaning.
Draco laughed, low and sinister, "We both want each other."
Harry's mouth just dropped as he stared at slick and shinny Malfoy. After a moment, Draco laughed again and grabbed Harry's wrist.
"Come on," he purred, and yanked Harry towards the castle.
