Physical
By Trephinia Cealyn
A/N: I decided to change the name of this slash because I just couldn't write the story to the other song! This is a NIN song called Physical. It's a great song; I encourage you all to download it right now! I've decided that I'm not including anything about book 5 in here. So no worries.
Disclaimer: I don't own the song, the characters, only the plot.
Parents strongly cautioned… that was for all you Adult Swim fans I love you!
Chapter 1 – I Want to Take You Maybe
Draco peered out from under his eyelids, across the table, over the heads of first years to the Gryffindor table. Trying not to be conspicuous he stole quick glances at his enemy, Harry Potter, trying to plan his next move. Draco chewed slowly on his bacon tearing off piece by piece viciously and savoring the juices.
"Draco darling," Pansy purred into his ear, "what are we doing this afternoon?" Pansy hadn't gotten any prettier over the years naturally but owed her newfound looks to one of those Wizard Plastic Surgeons. Painlessly improving upon her ugly features. Her hair was another matter. Her mother spelled it to be more of a vibrant Weasley color but lacking that ferocity, more of a tame dull red than the fiery red of Ron, or Ginny.
Draco could care less though he only dated her to satisfy his father, "I don't care. I think I'll study for a bit."
"Let's go for a walk," Pansy suggested trying to seductively shove her cleavage in his face. Draco suddenly felt very disgusted and excused himself, "Where are you going love?"
"I forgot something," he said curtly and strode toward the exit. He would have to break it off with her, surely his father would understand. Ugly wench. So engrossed with his thoughts he didn't notice as he bumped into the one the only, "Potter."
"Malfoy," Harry replied just as viciously, "watch where you're going?"
Draco glared at him. There wasn't anything he could say, I was the one not watching where I was going… wait that's not very Malfoy-like. "You watch where I'm going Potter."
"Nice one Malfoy," Harry sniggered, "too lazy to think up a retort with substance or do you hate your girlfriend that much?"
"Sod off," Draco said trying to get past Harry.
Harry placed his palms on Draco's chest and pushed him back, "I'm not taking your shit this year, Draco."
"What did you say?" Draco asked his eyes hardening.
Oh shit, Harry thought quickly, "It's your name isn't it."
"The likes of you shouldn't be using it."
Harry shook his head, "I don't have time for this. I have a class to get to." He turned and walked down the hallway; Draco caught up with him quickly and grabbed his elbow.
"Don't brush me off Potter," Draco snarled, "you're forgetting your place."
Harry pushed him against the wall and closed his hand around his neck, "Don't touch me you Death Eater."
"I'm not…."
"Don't fuck with me," Harry said punctuating each word by slamming Draco's head into the wall, "I've had too much experience with your kind."
"Potter," Draco choked out, "you're hurting me."
"Good," Harry snarled, "I'm tired of being nice to you Draco, you need to experience the suffering the families you've attacked have gone through."
"You..." Draco's face was turning red.
Harry let go but shoved him into the wall again. He stared at the boy for a while looking at him quizzically. He looks kind of cute standing there flushed like that. Harry gasped, please let me have not thought that.
"What's your problem Potter?" Draco asked after recovering his composure. Harry was giving him a weird look. "You look scared to death."
"I—I, uh, have to go." Harry bit his lip and kept staring at Draco. "I, uh, are you okay?"
"What?" Draco hissed, "You just shoved me into a wall and choked me you bastard!"
"I know—I'm, er, sorry about that. I'm not having a good day."
"Well don't take it out on me."
"I know I shouldn't but you were there and you're so goddamned arrogant all the time, I couldn't help it. I just, I just did it. Sorry."
"Are you okay?" Draco said peering at Harry, "You seem a little nervous."
"I don't know," Harry said rather quickly, "I just… all of this."
"I have no idea what you are talking about… I'm the victim here and you're the one losing control."
Draco heard voices down the hallway and glanced at the shaken Gryffindor. What have I gotten myself into? He grabbed Harry's hand and dragged his unresisting attacker down the hall and through one of the back exits. Draco searched his pockets and produced a lighter and a pack of cigarettes. He lit his and offered one to Draco.
"No I don't smoke," Harry said still in a daze, "it's a disgusting habit."
"They're Wizard Cigarettes," Draco explained lighting it for him and shoving it in his hand, "they're calming, no side effects and none of the dreadful smell. Still give you a buzz though."
"Right," Harry said and took a long drag, not coughing like he expected. Draco looked at him out of the corner of his eye. The cigarette worked and the boy calmed down.
"Mind telling me what the problem is?"
Harry looked uncertain for a second then laughed, "Why not? Who are you going to tell anyway? Who would believe you?" He took another drag from the cigarette, "It's me and Hermione. We're well, I'm having problems."
"Problems?" Draco asked raising an eyebrow, "What sort of problems?"
"Well, you know, I couldn't…" Harry blushed; I never thought I'd be having this conversation with Draco of all people, "I couldn't get it up."
Draco didn't laugh as Harry expected only looked at the boy sizing him up. Harry shifted uncomfortably and took another drag off the cigarette.
"She wasn't angry only confused," Harry looked over at Draco then back at the burning cigarette, "we broke up."
Good, Draco gasped, shit.
Harry hadn't noticed. "Maybe I'm queer."
"That's a possibility." Draco mused.
Harry sighed, "I don't know, I probably am. Everything else in my life has gone wrong," Harry suddenly laughed again, "It feels so strange to be having this conversation with you of all people!"
Draco smirked, "Especially since I could be using the information to my advantage later."
"You aren't are you?" Harry asked his eyes narrowing.
Draco shook his head, "Being queer isn't all that bad Potter."
"Well I guess not—wait you don't mean to say that you are," Harry turned towards Draco and stared at the boy with narrowed eyes, "gay?"
Draco's eyes widened, "Oh shit." He breathed. "I didn't mean, I wasn't going, I—erm…."
"You are!" Harry shouted triumphantly. "That's great!"
"What?" Draco asked taken-aback, "How is that great?"
Harry bit his lip and looked very nervous, "If you're gay," he began and took a deep breath, "then you don't mind kissing guys, or actually to be precise like to kiss guys. So could you tell me or help me discover if I am or not?"
Draco turned very slowly towards Harry, "You want me to kiss you."
Harry blushed, "It's not that I want you to."
"You need me to?"
"No! I need to know if I'm—"
"If you're queer."
"Yes!"
Draco smirked evilly and moved to stand in front of Harry, "This was your idea, you still want to go through with it?"
Harry nodded dumbly the cigarette falling out of his hand as Draco's face was nearing his. Harry closed his eyes and felt Draco lips brush his. Nothing, he thought quite happily until Draco's hand pushed his chin up and started to suck on his lower lip. Harry, not prepared for the jolts of pleasure that ran through his body, let out a tin whimper and opened his mouth to say something. Draco's tongue slipped in and started doing wonderfully things to Harry. Harry started to respond to the kiss deepening it.
As Draco pulled away, not letting go of Harry's chin, Harry's eyes were closed and he licked his lips.
"Does that answer your question?"
Harry nodded dumbly and his eyes fluttered open.
Barely audible Harry whispered, "More."