"Harry? Do you still care for me?" Draco asked the following day.
"Draco you...you're a cutter." Harry said
Draco thought about this long and hard then finally said. "Harry, I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I don't care if anyone knows either because I just want to be with you. Love, I know I cut myself but it's only because...well because being with you makes me want to be with you 24/7. Being without you just drives me crazy!"
"Draco. Are you telling me the only way you stop cutting your self is when I'm with you? Are you asking me to be with you every waking minute?"
"No...Yes...me… I don't know. Harry, all I know right now is that I'm in love with you. I wish I could.... I could... I don't know. I just know how much I care for you."
"I care so much for you Draco. But you're a walking coffin!"
They sat patiently for a couple of silent seconds in the park. It was a beautiful day with the sun setting. The flowers were sprouting as it was early spring. Draco stared deep inside Harry's emerald green eyes, as if he was looking deep down inside Harry's soul, searching for answers. Searching for words Harry wanted to hear. The seconds seemed to turn into minutes; just like hours and soon it felt like years before anyone spoke. It was so quiet it hurt Draco's ears. He covered them then shut his eyes tight. He couldn't stand it anymore! The pressure and the intensity! He stood quickly and looked straight at Harry. He uncovered his ears and stared. He then quickly turned away and walked back to his dorm with Harry right behind his heels.
"Draco!" Harry yelled.
Draco turned around and waited.
"Draco. When you asked me if I still cared and I said you were a walking coffin? I'm sorry. I do care for you and to show it..." Harry leaned in and kissed Draco's lips. They where wonderful, and so soft. Draco eyes fluttered shut on their own accorded as he added his own love into the mix. He loved Harry as Harry put his arms around Draco's neck, and up towards his head getting his fingers tangled in his hair. Draco put his arms around Harry's hips, pulling him closer as Gossip Ginger watched it all behind a bush in the park. She whispered to her self, "Now this is a good story!" She wrote it down on a note pad that she carried with her in case she spotted a story. This would make the front page of Hogwarts Express. If only Harry and Draco knew; if only they cared.
The next morning, everyone stared. They looked at Draco funny and talked
behind his back. They Ignored Harry. Ron ignored Harry. Hermione was the only
one who went up to Harry that day. She wasn't happy either.
"So you're gay?" She asked as if it was something questioned frequently.
"What?!" Harry asked. His eyes widened.
"It's on the front page! Harry and Draco up in a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G! Read it yourself!" And with that she threw the page at him and ran off in disgust.
The Cause of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named's First Downfall- GAY?
Good boy Harry and Bad boy Draco? DATING! Yes dating. Seems Harry goes for the naughty boys and Draco must go for good young boys too! Well, well and I saw it with my own eyes Harry Potter, renowned Boy-Who-Lived, was making out with Draco Malfoy, known as the Slytherin Prince, telling him how much he loved him. I sat and watched the whole thing from behind a bush.
Was she out of her mind! Has she never heard of 'privacy?!' Harry thought as he stood still. The bell rang but yet Harry didn't budge, as he read the page over and over. He didn't take his eyes off. Not even when Draco came rushing to him.
"Harry! Harry I'm sorry! I didn't mean for this to happen! I promise! Harry I didn't know we were being spied on!" Draco took Harry's hand and making sure no one was anywhere near to where he led Harry, which was the abandoned classroom. There he took the newspaper out of Harry's hand and ripped it up. He closed the door and, conjured up some light and he kissed Harry.
"Draco..." Harry started to cry softly. "Draco my friends have abandoned me...They won't even look at me! Ron's ignoring me! Hermione was so disgusted with me when she threw the paper at my face!"
"Harry I'm so sorry... I wish I could help you. I wish I could, but you see, I'm in the same boat. Crabbe and Goyle have been doing the same." He stopped and looked at Harry. He wanted Harry so badly. But what about his reputation? He was supposed to be the best. He was supposed to be envied by all men and the main attention of all the pure-blood women. He was supposed to...he stopped thinking for a second when he noticed how beautiful Harry was; how delicate his skin felt as he brushed the back of his hand across Harry's cheek. He turned it around so the palm was holding Harry's cheek. Harry put his own hand over Draco's, and leaned into the embrace. He sniffled then made himself stop crying.
"Draco I love you." He said.
"I love you to Harry." He said as he leaned in kissing Harry again.
Harry move closer to the desk bringing Draco with him. He sat on the edge, and Draco lifted his shirt up and over Harry's head. Then he took off his own. Quickly he cast a spell upon the room so no one could enter or watch them. Harry took a moment to memorize Draco's pale, still hairless chest with soft touch and nibbles here and there. Draco undid his soon-to-be-lovers first few trouser buttons, and stuck his hands down Harry's pants. He could already feel his love's half-hard erection. Harry laid down, pulling Draco on top of him.
Draco had no idea where this would end up. He knew he was out of control, and didn't think he could stop if they went farther. He didn't want anything to happen to Harry. Soon he took his hands out of Harry's pants and stood up. "Harry… I don't want to hurt you."
"Draco. I want this." Harry smiled his sexy smile. Draco couldn't stand it, and went back to ravishing the hot boy underneath him. He always gave in. But not today. It was too fast. "Draco is everything all right?" Harry thought for a second and then grabbed Draco's wrist. He turned it over. "Draco! You said you'd stop!"
"Harry I need pain to know I'm alive." Draco tried to explain.
"Draco I...I can't see you anymore...Not like this. Not when you're hurting yourself..." Harry stood up and got dressed and he soon left the room. Draco stared at his wrist. He then rubbed it against the desk until he made a cut and let the blood drip out.
Thanks Quila!