The next morning, Harry sat down on his couch, sipping his coffee and reading a book.
===The first step was always the hardest to make, but Christian did it without any hesitation. He wrapped his arm around Matthew's neck and pulled him into a kiss, and Matthew responded immediately, nipping and biting and sucking, thrusting his tongue in and out of Christian's mouth enthusiastically. Christian moaned as Matthew's hands thrusted into his hair, then his mouth moved down onto his neck, biting him and sucking him to mark his skin.
After a few minutes of heavy kissing, Christian pulled away, unbuttoning his shirt a bit and winking at Matthew. He turned his back, calling over his shoulder,
'Bit hot in here, isn't it?' He walked to the door and made to open the door, pausing to say, 'See you later.'
'Why do you tease me like this, Christian?' Matthew moaned. This wasn't the first time Christian left him after heated actions. Christian turned back to face him and raised an eyebrow.
'What did you expect?' Matthew was speechless.===
And something clicked in Harry's head. Just because he had professed love to Malfoy didn't mean shit. Malfoy wasn't one, even if he DID feel the same, to just say it. Harry scowled at his own stupidity. He rubbed his forehead in frustration, glad that he didn't have to ever see Malfoy again, if he chose so.
How wrong he was...
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'EXCUSE ME?!' Draco shouted, then winced. His ribs ached. 'You mean to tell me that I have to spend ANOTHER fucking WEEK in this hellhole?' He said a little more quietly, but just as angrily. The medi-witch, a young brunette scowled. Draco knew she was tired of putting up with him, but he didn't care.
'Now listen to me, you pompous- Mr. Malfoy, it's your own damn fault that you have to stay. What were you thinking? In your condition you can hardly stand, let alone stand up long enough to shower! You don't have the strength yet!'
How DARE she? Trying to tell Draco that it was HIS fault that he had fallen, getting a concussion and bruised ribcage! He just couldn't bear to have that other hag bathe him one more time, her hands... Draco shuddered as he remembered.
'It's not MY fault that the other medi-witch took it upon herself to bathe me in such an indecent manner! The nerve! She wanted me to strip to my underknickers!'
'Well, bathing involves your whole body, Mr. Malfoy, including what's under your clothes. Please just refrain from movement until we discharge you.' The medi-witch said, smirking.
Draco didn't have the energy to fight with her anymore. He slumped back onto his pillows and waved a hand in dismissal, laying his head down. 'Fine. Now go before I chuck my water jug at you.' The medi-witch laughed and left, and Draco sighed. Where was Potter when he needed him?
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Harry was searching frantically for his scarf. It had a lot of sentimental value. Hermione had bought it for him, and since she had...well, passed away, he'd relished wearing it anytime that he could. But he couldn't find it anywhere. He slumped against the wall next to his hall closet, sighing.
There was only one place it could possibly be: in Malfoy's hospital room.
'Fuck you, Malfoy.' He said aloud, but his mind still wandered to the adult thoughts that co be cultivated from that little phrase. It looked like fate wanted Harry and Malfoy to see each other again, ruining Harry's plan. He resignedly stood up and put his coat on over his grey sweater and pulled on some trainers, then Apparated to St. Mungo's waiting area. He walked to Malfoy's room, peeking in the window to see Malfoy sitting up with no shirt on, gauze wrapped tightly around his middle. Frowning, Harry opened the door and stepped inside. Malfoy visibly jumped at looked over. Upon seeing Harry, he relaxed and reached for something under his pillow. Out came the scarf. Harry nodded.
'Looking for this?' Malfoy asked, dangling the material in front of him. Harry reached out his hand to grab it, but Malfoy snatched it from his grasp.
'Malfoy, please. Just give me the scarf and let me go.'
'No.'
'Why not?'
'I want something in return, Potter.' Malfoy smirked, and Harry frowned.
'What?'
'I'll give you the scarf if you give me something in return.'
'What do you want?' Harry frowned again as Malfoy wrapped the scarf around his (Harry's) neck and held onto the two ends in his hands and pulled so that their faces were centimeters apart.
'You.'
Harry gaped at Malfoy.
'What do you mean?'
'I mean,' He tugged on the scarf a little more, bringing their faces even closer, 'that I'll give you the scarf back if I can have you instead.' Harry's mouth hung open, and he got the shock of his life as Malfoy's lips brushed against his own in the most brief but powerful kiss.
'M-Malfoy... is this a joke?'
'No, Potter. I'm completely serious. Now shut up.' Harry obliged and Malfoy's lips decended once more upon his own, and this time the kiss was a little longer, a little more forceful. Harry's spine tingled, and his hands itched for something to do. He decided to tangle them in Malfoy's hair, and Malfoy's hands pushed Harry's head harder into the kiss.
They broke apart a few minutes later, and Harry studied Malfoy's face. It was flushed with exertion and excitement, his cheeks rosy with heat. His lips were deliciously swollen, his hair divinely tousled. His chest was rapidly rising and falling as he breathed.
'What are you looking at?' Malfoy asked, staring into Harry's eyes.
'You.'
'Well, obviously. But why?'
'Because you are fucking gorgeous.' Harry said, shocked by his own nerve.
'Yes, well, that's to be expected.' Harry scowled.
'You are the most arrogant person I've ever met.' He said, his face breaking into a grin. Malfoy leaned in for another kiss, his tongue lightly licking Harry's bottom lip...-
Draco couldn't believe his luck. He was actually kissing Potter, and Potter was kissing back. His hands slid up and down Potter's back, and Potter was moaning... oh, MERLIN, he sounded just as Draco had only imagined in his dream.
'Do you... know... how LONG... I've waited for this?' Potter asked, pulling away for a second, catching his breath. Draco laughed. :do you know how long I'VE waited, Potter?: he thought.
'All the more reason for you to stop the fucking diatribe and kiss me again.' He said, and Potter obliged nicely, sliding his tongue skillfully into Draco's mouth. They were just getting quite passionate when he heard,
'Mr. Malfoy? It's time for... oh my!' :THAT FUCKING MEDI-WITCH IS GOING TO DIE!:
Draco pulled apart from Potter, and he glared at the stupid woman standing in his doorway looking like she'd just been given a puppy. 'SO terribly sorry, I didn't know you had a visitor!'
'Yes, and you interrupted the one thing that's going to make this next week bearable. So get out.' Draco seethed, clutching his ribs in pain as he tried to move. He saw Potter's eyes narrow in confusion and concern at Draco's facial expression.
'Don't mind me... I'll come back later, shall I?' She said pleasantly, waving a sponge. Draco scowled as she shut the door. Potter cocked an eyebrow.
'Who was that?'
'Maniacal spongebath woman.' Draco muttered, then winced again.
'Did you hurt your ribs during the battle? Or did this happen recently?'
'Battle.' Draco said, not willing to admit what had really happened. 'Now, Potter. What are we going to do about us?'
'Erm... I don't really know.'
'You know that this isn't just attraction, right?' Draco asked, looking imploringly at Potter.
'Uh... does that mean you like me?'
'Mmmhmm...'
'Oh. Well, you...er... know how I feel... Hey, how long are you in here?'
Draco growled and scrunched up his face.
'A week. I was supposed to be discharged today, but... erm, they decided I wasn't ready.' He lied quickly.
'Oh.' Potter replied. 'Well, it's late, I'd better be getting home.' It was late, going on 10:00 pm. He stood up, and Draco felt a pang of... something.
'Do you think-uh, do you think you could stay?' He asked, showing an emotion he usually masked: need. Harry sat back down and nodded.
'Sure. I can stay.' Draco smiled.
~~
It was two thirty am, and Harry was shocked to find himself in the bed with Malfoy, his arms wrapped delicately around the other man. He smirked to himself and snuggled back under the covers, sighing with contentment.
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A/N: So... what did you think?
TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT TO HAPPEN!
Thanks to ALL of my reviewers! I was so shocked to see so many of them when I checked today during English! Thanks so much!!!!
illusionbutterfly- Oh, it was YOU! Thanks so much for the nice commenty-things! I'm so glad you're enjoying it so much! Hope this chapter was up to your standards of likeness!
Zephyrin- Wow. You were SO nice! That was the nicest review I've ever recieved! I'm glad that you think I've been doing this artfully and keeping any OOC-ness out. I am afraid that this chapter isn't as good as the others, but I might just be really stupid. Who knows? Anyway, Thanks for the wonderful compliments and hope this chapter didn't let you down!
Curious Dream Weaver- I know what you mean about Draco being strange, hehe. When I was typing it, I couldn't help but think I made Draco to be kind psycho, but Psycho!Draco isn't such a bad thing, as long as he has Normal!Harry with him, right? Well, as normal as Harry can be, that is. I hope you enjoyed this chapter!
kendra1117- Don't worry, I am ITCHING to make a nice little smutty scene! I can't wait to write it... just waiting for the right time to incorporate it in!
emma- HEY BUDDY! thanks for the awesome review. I know what you mean about the Harry quote. I thought it was nice enough, not too mushy... Hope you liked this chapter!
BTW: boyfriend (who's name is paul, just so ya know) is doing great today, much better than expected! So I'm waaaaaaay happy!
===The first step was always the hardest to make, but Christian did it without any hesitation. He wrapped his arm around Matthew's neck and pulled him into a kiss, and Matthew responded immediately, nipping and biting and sucking, thrusting his tongue in and out of Christian's mouth enthusiastically. Christian moaned as Matthew's hands thrusted into his hair, then his mouth moved down onto his neck, biting him and sucking him to mark his skin.
After a few minutes of heavy kissing, Christian pulled away, unbuttoning his shirt a bit and winking at Matthew. He turned his back, calling over his shoulder,
'Bit hot in here, isn't it?' He walked to the door and made to open the door, pausing to say, 'See you later.'
'Why do you tease me like this, Christian?' Matthew moaned. This wasn't the first time Christian left him after heated actions. Christian turned back to face him and raised an eyebrow.
'What did you expect?' Matthew was speechless.===
And something clicked in Harry's head. Just because he had professed love to Malfoy didn't mean shit. Malfoy wasn't one, even if he DID feel the same, to just say it. Harry scowled at his own stupidity. He rubbed his forehead in frustration, glad that he didn't have to ever see Malfoy again, if he chose so.
How wrong he was...
---
'EXCUSE ME?!' Draco shouted, then winced. His ribs ached. 'You mean to tell me that I have to spend ANOTHER fucking WEEK in this hellhole?' He said a little more quietly, but just as angrily. The medi-witch, a young brunette scowled. Draco knew she was tired of putting up with him, but he didn't care.
'Now listen to me, you pompous- Mr. Malfoy, it's your own damn fault that you have to stay. What were you thinking? In your condition you can hardly stand, let alone stand up long enough to shower! You don't have the strength yet!'
How DARE she? Trying to tell Draco that it was HIS fault that he had fallen, getting a concussion and bruised ribcage! He just couldn't bear to have that other hag bathe him one more time, her hands... Draco shuddered as he remembered.
'It's not MY fault that the other medi-witch took it upon herself to bathe me in such an indecent manner! The nerve! She wanted me to strip to my underknickers!'
'Well, bathing involves your whole body, Mr. Malfoy, including what's under your clothes. Please just refrain from movement until we discharge you.' The medi-witch said, smirking.
Draco didn't have the energy to fight with her anymore. He slumped back onto his pillows and waved a hand in dismissal, laying his head down. 'Fine. Now go before I chuck my water jug at you.' The medi-witch laughed and left, and Draco sighed. Where was Potter when he needed him?
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Harry was searching frantically for his scarf. It had a lot of sentimental value. Hermione had bought it for him, and since she had...well, passed away, he'd relished wearing it anytime that he could. But he couldn't find it anywhere. He slumped against the wall next to his hall closet, sighing.
There was only one place it could possibly be: in Malfoy's hospital room.
'Fuck you, Malfoy.' He said aloud, but his mind still wandered to the adult thoughts that co be cultivated from that little phrase. It looked like fate wanted Harry and Malfoy to see each other again, ruining Harry's plan. He resignedly stood up and put his coat on over his grey sweater and pulled on some trainers, then Apparated to St. Mungo's waiting area. He walked to Malfoy's room, peeking in the window to see Malfoy sitting up with no shirt on, gauze wrapped tightly around his middle. Frowning, Harry opened the door and stepped inside. Malfoy visibly jumped at looked over. Upon seeing Harry, he relaxed and reached for something under his pillow. Out came the scarf. Harry nodded.
'Looking for this?' Malfoy asked, dangling the material in front of him. Harry reached out his hand to grab it, but Malfoy snatched it from his grasp.
'Malfoy, please. Just give me the scarf and let me go.'
'No.'
'Why not?'
'I want something in return, Potter.' Malfoy smirked, and Harry frowned.
'What?'
'I'll give you the scarf if you give me something in return.'
'What do you want?' Harry frowned again as Malfoy wrapped the scarf around his (Harry's) neck and held onto the two ends in his hands and pulled so that their faces were centimeters apart.
'You.'
Harry gaped at Malfoy.
'What do you mean?'
'I mean,' He tugged on the scarf a little more, bringing their faces even closer, 'that I'll give you the scarf back if I can have you instead.' Harry's mouth hung open, and he got the shock of his life as Malfoy's lips brushed against his own in the most brief but powerful kiss.
'M-Malfoy... is this a joke?'
'No, Potter. I'm completely serious. Now shut up.' Harry obliged and Malfoy's lips decended once more upon his own, and this time the kiss was a little longer, a little more forceful. Harry's spine tingled, and his hands itched for something to do. He decided to tangle them in Malfoy's hair, and Malfoy's hands pushed Harry's head harder into the kiss.
They broke apart a few minutes later, and Harry studied Malfoy's face. It was flushed with exertion and excitement, his cheeks rosy with heat. His lips were deliciously swollen, his hair divinely tousled. His chest was rapidly rising and falling as he breathed.
'What are you looking at?' Malfoy asked, staring into Harry's eyes.
'You.'
'Well, obviously. But why?'
'Because you are fucking gorgeous.' Harry said, shocked by his own nerve.
'Yes, well, that's to be expected.' Harry scowled.
'You are the most arrogant person I've ever met.' He said, his face breaking into a grin. Malfoy leaned in for another kiss, his tongue lightly licking Harry's bottom lip...-
Draco couldn't believe his luck. He was actually kissing Potter, and Potter was kissing back. His hands slid up and down Potter's back, and Potter was moaning... oh, MERLIN, he sounded just as Draco had only imagined in his dream.
'Do you... know... how LONG... I've waited for this?' Potter asked, pulling away for a second, catching his breath. Draco laughed. :do you know how long I'VE waited, Potter?: he thought.
'All the more reason for you to stop the fucking diatribe and kiss me again.' He said, and Potter obliged nicely, sliding his tongue skillfully into Draco's mouth. They were just getting quite passionate when he heard,
'Mr. Malfoy? It's time for... oh my!' :THAT FUCKING MEDI-WITCH IS GOING TO DIE!:
Draco pulled apart from Potter, and he glared at the stupid woman standing in his doorway looking like she'd just been given a puppy. 'SO terribly sorry, I didn't know you had a visitor!'
'Yes, and you interrupted the one thing that's going to make this next week bearable. So get out.' Draco seethed, clutching his ribs in pain as he tried to move. He saw Potter's eyes narrow in confusion and concern at Draco's facial expression.
'Don't mind me... I'll come back later, shall I?' She said pleasantly, waving a sponge. Draco scowled as she shut the door. Potter cocked an eyebrow.
'Who was that?'
'Maniacal spongebath woman.' Draco muttered, then winced again.
'Did you hurt your ribs during the battle? Or did this happen recently?'
'Battle.' Draco said, not willing to admit what had really happened. 'Now, Potter. What are we going to do about us?'
'Erm... I don't really know.'
'You know that this isn't just attraction, right?' Draco asked, looking imploringly at Potter.
'Uh... does that mean you like me?'
'Mmmhmm...'
'Oh. Well, you...er... know how I feel... Hey, how long are you in here?'
Draco growled and scrunched up his face.
'A week. I was supposed to be discharged today, but... erm, they decided I wasn't ready.' He lied quickly.
'Oh.' Potter replied. 'Well, it's late, I'd better be getting home.' It was late, going on 10:00 pm. He stood up, and Draco felt a pang of... something.
'Do you think-uh, do you think you could stay?' He asked, showing an emotion he usually masked: need. Harry sat back down and nodded.
'Sure. I can stay.' Draco smiled.
~~
It was two thirty am, and Harry was shocked to find himself in the bed with Malfoy, his arms wrapped delicately around the other man. He smirked to himself and snuggled back under the covers, sighing with contentment.
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A/N: So... what did you think?
TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT TO HAPPEN!
Thanks to ALL of my reviewers! I was so shocked to see so many of them when I checked today during English! Thanks so much!!!!
illusionbutterfly- Oh, it was YOU! Thanks so much for the nice commenty-things! I'm so glad you're enjoying it so much! Hope this chapter was up to your standards of likeness!
Zephyrin- Wow. You were SO nice! That was the nicest review I've ever recieved! I'm glad that you think I've been doing this artfully and keeping any OOC-ness out. I am afraid that this chapter isn't as good as the others, but I might just be really stupid. Who knows? Anyway, Thanks for the wonderful compliments and hope this chapter didn't let you down!
Curious Dream Weaver- I know what you mean about Draco being strange, hehe. When I was typing it, I couldn't help but think I made Draco to be kind psycho, but Psycho!Draco isn't such a bad thing, as long as he has Normal!Harry with him, right? Well, as normal as Harry can be, that is. I hope you enjoyed this chapter!
kendra1117- Don't worry, I am ITCHING to make a nice little smutty scene! I can't wait to write it... just waiting for the right time to incorporate it in!
emma- HEY BUDDY! thanks for the awesome review. I know what you mean about the Harry quote. I thought it was nice enough, not too mushy... Hope you liked this chapter!
BTW: boyfriend (who's name is paul, just so ya know) is doing great today, much better than expected! So I'm waaaaaaay happy!