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Draco put away the borrowed books back into the Arithmancy classroom and slowly made his way down to the Great Hall. He was still shocked by what had happened. He couldn't believe that Harry Potter had dared to kiss him! Just the simple fact that he had come forward and placed a kiss upon his lips…… Draco felt furious, more than furious, he was positively livid.
And anyway, Draco had always figured that out of the both of them, it would have been he, Draco, who would have made the first move, if there had been a first move. He was so pissed off that Potter had done it first. Not that he had wanted to or anything. Kiss Potter? Blech, what a disgusting thought? But just theoretically speaking, Draco should have been the instigator not Potter.
And to top it all off, making this whole situation much worse - it had been the sweetest kiss he had ever received. Nervous lips, slowly pressing against his own. Draco closed his eyes, caught in the memory and gulped.
He felt so very strange. Deeply unsettled. Potter had done a complete one eighty. Up till now, there had been moments when Draco had felt a horrifying surge of attraction to Potter but he hadn't acted upon it. It had been leading up to it, Draco knew that deep down. He just hadn't given Potter enough credit to initiate it. You can't kiss someone and expect it not to change things. Potter couldn't be that dense. The Gryffindor had changed their relationship forever, straying from the path that they had both known so well. Just one little kiss and it had torn through the fabric of their world, as they knew it.
But now that Potter had, it sparked off a primal instinct in Draco. He felt wired and the adrenalin now pounded through his body. He was overcome with this mad desire to hunt Potter down and slam him into a wall and kill him or just hurt him really badly. He wanted to chew Potter whole, gnaw and bite him, squeeze him and rip him into shreds of lust and pent up desire. Weave them into an intricate pattern and tear it apart with his teeth. He had never felt so wildly passionate about anything in his life as he did now, after such a simple kiss….
Potter always drove him to the edge of containment.
For the first time last year, during a Quidditch match, he had broken through Potters self-restraint bubble. Potter had gone for him, his fist plunging into his stomach like a cannonball. Draco had been shocked that he had caused such a reaction. But in a twisted way, he had felt a deep satisfaction that he had been the one to make Potter that mad. He had been wild and furious and Draco knew that not many people could get under Potter's skin. Not like he could.
And now……..there was the matter of the kiss.
The green-eyed boy had looked horrified when he had leaned back and realised what he had just done. Like he had been whacked by a two tonne, sledgehammer in fact. Draco had seen the frantic look in Potter's eyes and Draco now suddenly wished he had grabbed the boy and shook him? Punch him? He should have done something - but he had been too stunned to move. By the time he had come out of his apoplectic state, the Gryffindor had fled.
He took a deep breath and went into the hall, glancing over at the dark-haired boy. His face was bent over his plate and he was prodding his food with his fork. Draco felt a wave of something close to tenderness engulf him, no matter how hard he tried to smother it and also felt the delightful fire that had spread through him, after feeling Potter's lips against his. Draco took a seat and casually watched the Gryffindor from afar. If Potter had dared to look at anything other than this plate, Draco might have been able to catch his eye. But there didn't seem to be any danger of that happening any time soon.
He knew that Potter had Defence Against The Dark Arts after lunch. Draco had Transfiguration himself, but if he hurried he could get a hold of the dark-haired boy. It seemed imperative that he did so. Resolve this new opened up door. Shut it or close it, but Draco would make sure that he would be the one who was going to decide what happened next. He didn't know if he wanted to ravage the Gryffindor with kisses that would burn through his skin or just hurl him through a stonewall and watch his skull split apart. He would make up his mind when he saw the boy.
He dawdled idly at the table till a few of the Gryffindor sixth years got up off their seats and made their way out. Draco wasn't sure if he would be able to get Potter alone but he could try.
He waited a few minutes and then started to climb the staircase. Luckily for him, the boy seemed to be dragging his feet and was trailing long behind his classmates. He had just reached the class floor, as the others made their way towards the room. Draco made up his mind, and jerked Potter's bag back roughly and quickly pulling him into an empty classroom. He shut the door behind them with a kick of his foot and the Gryffindor stared at him open mouthed.
' What… what are you doing?' he spluttered.
Draco pushed him up against the wall, putting his hands on either side of Potter's head.
' What am I doing?' Draco said softly in a cool voice, his breath coming fast. ' Are you kidding me? I could ask you the same thing concerning a certain incident not so long ago…'
The Gryffindor seemed to squirm for a moment and turned his head away. He took a deep breath and then looked back at Draco defiantly, although Draco could see an anxious nervous light, flickering amidst the dark green depths. Draco leaned in closer, his breath fanning the side of Potter's mouth.
'What the hell are you playing at? Insults and death threats getting too boring for you are they? Want to take it to the next level? The great Harry Potter pushing the boundaries once again. Is this some kind of sick joke? Mmmmm?'
His fists were clenched hard, and his fingers itched to grab the strands of hair and pull Potter's head back, either snapping his neck in half or allowing his own lips to take assault. He wasn't quite sure which option he would act upon as yet.
'I don't know,' the Gryffindor seemed breathless and looked down again.
'You don't know? That's rich. Why did you kiss me? How did you dare to? Or you think you're that fucking invincible, that you can go around doing whatever the hell you like because you can?'
The Gryffindor stayed quiet.
'Well?' Draco pushed for an answer,' I ought to take your face out for that and hex your sorry arse till it has scorch marks.'
Draco looked at the bent face in front of him and couldn't for the life of him, figure out what was going through this boy's head. Potter looked up slowly and met Draco eyes.
'I don't know,' he repeated quietly and they stared at each other. Draco suddenly brought his right hand to Potter's face, gently grazing his skin with his fingertips, and letting his thumb stroke his cheek.
It was the strangest feeling, touching Potter like this. Draco let his fingers glide down the boys jaw line, all the while watching the apprehensive gaze of the green eyes. Why isn't he moving away? Draco thought. Why aren't I moving away?
There was something curiously fascinating being in such close contact with Potter. Feeling the soft skin on his face. What would it be like to kiss him properly? Potter looked out of his depth now and Draco knew he had the upper hand here.
Draco let his hand fall onto Potter's shoulder and his fingers trailed down Potter's arm and back up again.
' What do you want?' Potter's voice sounded strained and his breath was coming in hitches.
'You kiss me first and then ask me what I want?' Draco moved back slightly. 'What is it that you want?' he said quietly,' this maybe?' and moved his head forward.
Potter let out a small gasp and Draco whispered in his ear,' it's ok. Sshhh.'
And with that he grabbed Potter roughly from behind his neck, pulling him in harshly towards his face. He gave a bruising, punishing kiss that let out a tumultuous wave of pent up feelings. He had both hands clutching Potter's head and tilted it slightly, so their lips would meet together, fully and wholly, his mouth crushing Potter's. Potter let out a pained whimper and Draco relaxed the pressure of his lips and moved back.
They were both breathing heavily and Potter looked at him with wide, alarmed eyes. Draco was quite certain his own expression was probably mirroring the same look. The dark-haired boy licked his lips and Draco followed the movements of his tongue. He should be repulsed, disgusted by what he had done. Felt sickened by even the touch of Potter's mouth against his – but he wasn't. It felt new and weird kissing unfamiliar lips, yet ………
He swallowed and licked his own lips before inching his face closer again. He heard Potter draw in a small breath and then saw the green eyes close, as Draco pressed his lips onto Potter's again.
He kissed slowly this time and slipped his left arm around Potter's waist, his right hand reaching behind his neck again. Draco could feel Potter's tentative fingers brush along his waist and moved closer. He felt himself shudder with desire as he felt Potter's lips begin to respond eagerly to his. They suddenly started to kiss each other breathlessly and desperately.
Draco leaned back taking in a shaky breath, ' want me stop?' he asked wickedly and Potter shook his head.
'No,' and as if he couldn't bear Draco to move away, he slid his arms around him and pulled Draco firmly to him. Draco realised that they weren't even leaning against the wall anymore, but in each other's arms.
He cupped Potter's face and flicked his tongue across his lips.
' Relax,' he whispered and gently pushed his tongue inside the Gryffindor's mouth.
That momentarily seemed to immobilise him, but he succumbed, as he felt Draco's tongue gently coaxing his, bathing it in silky wetness. Draco gasped as he felt Potter's hesitant tongue grow bolder and slide into his mouth, his moan dying against soft lips. His mind buzzed with unbidden thoughts, but he pushed them away. He suddenly wanted to be as close to Potter as he could get. He gripped the boy tightly and continued his assailment of Potter's mouth that drew delicious sounds from the green-eyed boy.
Draco had never felt more aroused in his entire life. He wanted to drink the messy-haired individual in front him, to devour him. He didn't know for how long he had got lost in this exquisite rapture. He could feel Potter's fingers tangle in his hair. The hot tongue in his mouth, the smooth skin scorching his face, his lips. The minutes filled with sounds of their kisses and sighs. Eventually he felt Potter slow down and ending in one long kiss, as they reluctantly drew apart.
Draco rested his forehead against the Gryffindor's, as their chests rose and fell against one another. They looked at each other, shock and confusion written all over their faces. They had undeniably done what they thought they would never have done. Draco took in a lungful of air and exhaled slowly. Potter watched him carefully, as Draco surprisingly gently, pushed back a dark lock off of the Gryffindor's forehead. It was unexpectedly soft for such a thick head of hair. He nudged closer, burying his nose in the glossy scent. Potter tasted as sweet as he smelt.
Draco's eye caught sight of Potter's scar beneath his long fringe. He hesitantly reached out his index finger, gently touching it. Potter jerked and Draco moved his finger away and replaced it with his lips. He trailed small kisses down the Gryffindor's face till he reached his lips once more. He pressed short tiny kisses upon the soft pink lips, till the green-eyed boy gasped in pleasure.
'You like that?' Draco was amazed at how tender his voice sounded and when Potter gasped yes, Draco felt a current sear through his veins.
'Have you….' Harry halted and then tried again.' Have you ever done this before?'
Draco's brows rose, 'kissed? Of course I have.'
'No…I mean…' Potter wet his lips, ' have you ever kissed a …boy before?'
'Oh,' Draco said.' No I haven't. Have you?'
Potter shook his head. Draco's eyes narrowed, 'have you ever actually kissed before?'
The green eyes speared into his own, looking suddenly worried, 'why? Was it bad?'
'No, no,' Draco rushed soothingly, 'just wondered.'
This had to be the most unusual and unforeseen experience that Draco had ever had. He was actually in a room, having just had made out with Potter ….and more to the point, The Boy Who Lived was nervous………of his kissing techniques. He was a person.
Potter swallowed, 'umm yeah I have…once.'
'Chang,' Draco stated immediately and Potter nodded.
So Chang had been the first one to have played tonsil games with Potter. For some reason it made Draco feel ill. But he could bet that Chang hadn't kissed Potter the way he had just done. Draco cupped Potter's face in his hands again and tilted his face once more, so that their lips fitted together again. His tongue traced the outline of Potter's lips, before it dipped into his mouth. Draco felt the sudden need to scrub out all the lingering traces of Chang's kiss. Draco was going to make sure that it was his kiss that Potter remembered for all time, not fucking Chang's. This whole situation was so alien. How on earth had they ended up here?
They kissed softly for a while and then Draco finally moved back, satisfied that he had indeed left quite an impression on Potter. There was something quite empowering in making Potter moan and gasp for more kisses.
The Gryffindor's cheeks were flushed and Potter's eyes were slowly hypnotising Draco. They were so damn pretty, as if almost shyly hiding behind the glasses. Had they always been this pretty? Draco couldn't ever recall thinking such a thing or even noticing.
'We're so late,' Potter said after a few moments.
'Yes we are,' Draco moved a hairbreadth back and stared into the wide translucent eyes.
' What now?'
Draco shook his head slowly, barely moving at all. What now? He had no idea what now.
The Gryffindor looked like he was trying to desperately to make sense of this bizarre situation, but to no avail it seemed. He looked deliciously confounded and it pleased Draco to no extent. Potter always looked like he had such faith in himself, so sure of his movements, burning with such decisive passion. It was strange to see him otherwise. It made him more real though, like an average sixteen-year-old boy, rather than the wizarding world's 'hero'.
'Maybe we should go,' the boy spoke again, but neither of them moved.
Draco could feel himself getting stirred up once more and wanting to melt onto those lips yet again. He quickly moved out of Potter's embrace, and nodded,' we're very late. Be ready for a good explanation.'
He picked up his bag and before he attached himself to the Gryffindor again, he opened the door of the classroom and walked out.
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Harry could feel his knees wobbling and sat down onto the nearest chair. He was trembling and could still feel the sweet, stinging sensation of having Malfoy's lips against his. He could never have imagined that a kiss could be so overwhelmingly wonderful and so powerful, that it seemed to strike to the very core of his being. He could feel the tingle right down to his toes. His head felt dizzy with the after effects. His kiss with Cho had been nice, but very awkward and strange. She had been crying and he hadn't a clue as to what to do except press his lips against hers. But kissing Malfoy was beyond comprehension. He was too stunned to do more than just sit for now.
He couldn't face going to class, he wanted to be alone. Needed to be alone. To savour the moment, because he had no idea what had just happened or why exactly, only that it had felt amazing.
He didn't want to think, just feel.
He hadn't felt anything but misery for months. All other feelings had deadened considerably and for the first time in a long while, he felt a thrill of warmth burst within him.
He couldn't wrap his head around it, that he and Malfoy had kissed and not only that, but Malfoy had been gentle, tender even. Just so different from that haughty, arrogant creature that Harry saw day in day out. So different from that Inquisitorial Squad dick head from the fifth year. It was hard to believe it was the same boy.
He leaned his head in his hands and stared blankly at the wooden desktops. He had never been held like that before; feeling so warm and secure. He had been hugged by people of course, but never held for a more than a few moments. And to feel such gentle kisses on his skin….. He had never thought that it could happen to him or that it would even feel so nice, so comforting. Malfoy had actually found him and kissed him of his own accord.
Harry had sunk into the pit of misery after his kiss-and-run escapade. For a few seconds insanity, he was certain that he would pay dearly somehow. But he definitely hadn't been expecting this.
By the time Harry came out into the corridor, he knew the lesson was practically finished. He felt guilty but all he could think of was to say he had had a headache. And that's what he found himself repeating to Ron and Hermione, when they came to the next lesson and found him sitting there. Hermione had given him a concerned look and he bowed his head in shame. He felt like a right shit for making her worry. But what else could he say?
He felt uneasy at the thought of seeing Malfoy again. What should he act like? He wanted to kiss him again, run his fingers through those soft, silky, blond strands. He closed his eyes tightly and tried to shake the disturbing thoughts away. He had to focus and concentrate, at least for the rest of the lesson.
But he wasn't.
He had time to sit there and go over what had happened and his stomach heaved queasily.
Malfoy was still Malfoy. Draco MAL-FOY. There was no room in his world that would allow him to forget that.
It didn't make sense and everything that had shaped his thoughts, suddenly were gone askew. He thought he had Malfoy all figured out, like a dictionary definition.
Draco Malfoy: A rich, malicious, arrogant, pureblood snob, with an evil bastard of a Death Eater for a father.
But they say nothing is black and white, and it left Harry feeling at a complete loss. He felt as if he was standing over a frozen pond, teetering over the thin surface. It was dangerously exhilarating and felt so wrong and so right at the same time, that his head was spinning. It was bad to enjoy something so forbidden. Wanting something that was so categorically wrong. He was betraying everything he believed in; the people he knew, his friends by even harbouring these feeling, these thoughts.
Perhaps this was just a defect of his physical, hormone induced urges, wreaking havoc.
Maybe if he just steered clear of Malfoy it would be all right. Maybe he could pretend the incident hadn't even happened.
However, as soon as Harry saw the blond, his mindful thinking went out of the window. All he could think about was how hot and luscious those lips had tasted beneath his. How it felt to press up against that warm, firm body. The sweetness that had surrounded him for those precious minutes. He wanted it all over again - now more than ever. Having tasted the sugary nectar, he couldn't wait for his next fix. He was shocked and it scared him as he felt his body gravitating towards Malfoy with an alarming urgency.
Malfoy had coolly gazed at him at dinner and Harry fought frantically to hide his lack of composure. Why couldn't he look as aloof and uninterested as Malfoy? Harry felt a growing sense of panic in his stomach. What if all this had been some kind of practical joke? A trick of some kind? Or maybe Malfoy had been bored and thought he'd just see how far he could get with him……. no that was silly – but what if?
Thankfully Harry's cause of concern set him straight somewhat, just before everyone was popping off to bed. He was in the corridor, leading to the Gryffindor tower, when he heard footsteps behind him.
' Where do you think you're going Potter?' Malfoy said languidly. 'Bed so soon?'
Harry felt a tremor of delight at the sound of the voice, and turned around.
'Depends,' Harry retorted, grinning now slightly. To hell with logic and reason. To hell with everything.
'On what?' Malfoy's voice was low and throaty and Harry felt a thrill of anticipation course through his body.
'Is there something worth staying up for? '
Malfoy leant against the wall and Harry ran an appraising look over him. They stood in silence for a moment and Harry finally walked over to him. They looked at each other with carefully disguised glances and Harry slowly brushed his body against the Slytherin's, sliding his arms around his back without saying a word and pulling him closer. He held his breath in for a moment, anticipating a hex, or a ring of cruel laughter to echo through the corridors. Anything that would make this surreal situation connect to the Malfoy he was used to associating with. But nothing untoward came as Harry tightened his hold around the unfamiliar body that felt so pleasant in his embrace.
Harry was astounded at how bold he was being, but it felt right, it felt good and he didn't want to be thinking about a damn thing other than being here this second. If Malfoy was surprised he didn't show it, he moved into Harry's arms easily, circling his own around Harry's neck. They moved closer at the same time and pulled one another into a rapidly, ravenous kiss. Their tongues entwining together and basking in the delectable warmth.
'You had strawberries for dessert,' Malfoy whispered against Harry's lips.
' Mmmmm,' Harry moaned. He plunged his tongue further into Malfoy's mouth for a moment and then withdrew slightly.
'And you had apple pie,' he licked Malfoy's lips nibbling on his bottom lip, ' with cream,' he said triumphantly.
Malfoy chuckled softly, ' very good Potter.'
Hearing a genuine chuckle come from Malfoy, was oddly uplifting. He hadn't given Malfoy any credit of having any such human emotion, other than for derisive moments.
Their kisses grew calmer and gentler after a while, luxuriating in each other. Finally they breathed shallowly against each other, stroking one another's hair and sliding fingers across ones back. Just standing there.
'Has all this really just been one day?' Harry placed a small kiss on Malfoy's cheek, his affection getting the better of him. His eyes watched Malfoy carefully for any antagonistic signs. But again, none came.
'All in a day,' Malfoy said and busied himself trailing kisses upon Harry's neck. His tongue slid up and down Harry's throat and Harry quivered with new sensations that his body had never felt before.
'Draco…' Harry moaned out loud accidentally and Malfoy stopped what he was doing and gazed up into Harry's eyes.
'That's the first time you've ever said that.'
'Draco?' Harry nodded.
He smiled then at a funny thought, it was as if they had both been amazed that Harry even knew Malfoy's first name was Draco – let alone use it singularly. It was the first time he had said the forename name without it being followed by a narrowed eyed surname. He gently kissed the blond boy's forehead.
'It does suit you. It fits you. Now.'
Harry couldn't make out Draco's expression and dipped his head.
'You don't want me calling you that? I mean, I don't have to…you know…' he swallowed.
Draco shook his head,' it's ok. I just never thought my name could sound so erotic.'
He raised his brows suggestively and Harry blushed.
Draco lowered his hands down Harry's back pressing him closer, cushioning his body comfortably on Harry's. Harry trailed his fingers down Draco's throat, to his shirt collar and moved it aside. He took a long look at the pale exposed neck and then flicked his tongue into the hollow of Draco's throat causing a sigh to escape from the blonde's lips. He kissed his way up towards Draco's jaw line and nibbled at his earlobe. Draco groaned, gripping Harry tighter against his body. Harry breathed hotly against Draco's neck making his breath come in short strangled gasps. Harry sucked in the tender flesh that meets the neck and the shoulder, kissing and biting gently, making Draco writhe slightly.
Finally Harry looked at his handy work.
A perfect love bite.
Though it was hardly a love bite, as much as it was a mark that Harry wanted to leave on Draco. That this had actually happened and when Draco saw it, he would remember this moment.
It was under the shirt once it was done up, so no one would be able to see it. The colour was in sharp contrast to Draco's luminescent pale skin.
Harry fingered it gently, 'does it hurt?'
Draco shook his head and Harry bent down to kiss it softly, ' you sure?'
'Yes I'm sure,' Draco smiled easily and Harry felt momentarily awed at such a rare sight. An unadulterated smile on those lips, and all for him and him alone. Draco pulled Harry's face to his lips once more and gave him those sweet short kisses on his lips that made him weak.
'So I've found your weakness have I?'
Harry nodded giving a small smile.
They looked at each other and Harry couldn't believe that kissing Draco felt like it was the most natural thing in the world to be doing, when it was clearly and patently wrong in Harry's universe- but he couldn't bear to think about that right now.
'We should get going,' Draco said this time.
Harry nodded reluctantly. He cast his eyes down, ' do you think there will be other…' he trailed off and sighed, ' other goodnight kisses?'
He might as well ask, what did he have to lose? Besides he wanted to know. Perhaps it made him sound needy and desperate, but that had to be better than being left wandering. He couldn't be certain of what these kisses meant to Draco. He waited for an answer.
'Maybe,' Draco drawled slowly, ' you want more then?'
Harry looked at him silently and Draco considered him a moment and then said, ' well quite possibly we can have some more kisses, as in good morning kisses and afternoon kisses…'
Harry's face broke into a smile.
'See if we can squeeze in some study kisses,' Draco grinned teasingly and kissed Harry quickly. 'We'll see what we can arrange.'
Harry's stomach gave a pleasant lurch at his words.
A small draught blew in just then, from one of the windows above and ruffled Draco's hair. Harry felt a flutter, ' you look exactly like that picture right now.'
Draco didn't look surprised at that revelation,' I knew it was from you.'
Harry laughed softly, ' I did it in Charms class, it was a spell and…well imagine my surprise.'
' Imagine,' Draco smiled impishly. 'I liked it.'
'I'm glad,' Harry kissed him.
Draco looked down the corridor and Harry held him lightly again and then dropped his arms.
' Goodnight then.'
Draco kissed his lip and then moved back. 'Goodnight Harry'.
Harry grinned and watched Draco turn and walk away into the shadows.