(I am not in any way, shape or form trying to steal J.K.Rowlings's
characters. I am not making any money from this story so please don't sue
me. )
The rhythmic breathing of his dorm mates was keeping Harry awake. Swinging his legs out of bed Harry pulled his robe on and left the Gryffindor common room. As he silently crept down the hallway he was shocked to find that there was someone else creeping along behind him. Harry crept into an alcove and waited to see who was coming behind him. As the figure approached Harry noticed the white/blonde head of Draco Malfoy. He stepped out into the hallway. "What are you doing sneaking around Malfoy?" "Probably the same as you, Potter" Draco snapped, not missing a beat. "I don't think you can exactly compare us" stated Harry quite abruptly. "Well..." Draco couldn't think of anything to say back. Normally their banter would last for at least 10-15 minutes but now Draco was positively tongue- tied. Harry looked on in amazement as a faint blush crept into Draco's face. "Malfoy?" Harry's voice softened in concern. "What's going on?" Without answering Draco reached forward, grabbed Harry's face in his hands and pressed their lips together. As Draco's tongue searched for some kind of opening in Harry's lips, Harry grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him away with all his might. Draco's lithe body landed quietly out in the hall. "What the bloody hell do you think you're doing Malfoy?" Harry screeched. "I...I..." Draco stuttered again. Harry didn't wait to find out any more, he turned and ran back towards Gryffindor. Once he was out of sight he sank down onto the floor and reached for his lips where, just moments before had been Draco. The warm tingling sensation was still running through his body and his lips were crying out to have Draco's warmth back. These strange feelings had been surfacing within him for weeks now. Only when Draco was around. He realised he felt something for Draco, he even accepted it, but what was Draco thinking and feeling, why had he kissed him? Endless possibilities ran through Harry's head. Could it be Draco sending the flowers? He couldn't figure out what had happened so he returned slowly to Gryffindor.
(A/N I hope you are enjoying my story. Please leave a review or if you have suggestions for my story or if you would like me to read your story or recommend any other good fan fiction please e-mail me at bin0001salecollege.vic.edu.au I will reply to everybody that e-mails me. Bye!
The rhythmic breathing of his dorm mates was keeping Harry awake. Swinging his legs out of bed Harry pulled his robe on and left the Gryffindor common room. As he silently crept down the hallway he was shocked to find that there was someone else creeping along behind him. Harry crept into an alcove and waited to see who was coming behind him. As the figure approached Harry noticed the white/blonde head of Draco Malfoy. He stepped out into the hallway. "What are you doing sneaking around Malfoy?" "Probably the same as you, Potter" Draco snapped, not missing a beat. "I don't think you can exactly compare us" stated Harry quite abruptly. "Well..." Draco couldn't think of anything to say back. Normally their banter would last for at least 10-15 minutes but now Draco was positively tongue- tied. Harry looked on in amazement as a faint blush crept into Draco's face. "Malfoy?" Harry's voice softened in concern. "What's going on?" Without answering Draco reached forward, grabbed Harry's face in his hands and pressed their lips together. As Draco's tongue searched for some kind of opening in Harry's lips, Harry grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him away with all his might. Draco's lithe body landed quietly out in the hall. "What the bloody hell do you think you're doing Malfoy?" Harry screeched. "I...I..." Draco stuttered again. Harry didn't wait to find out any more, he turned and ran back towards Gryffindor. Once he was out of sight he sank down onto the floor and reached for his lips where, just moments before had been Draco. The warm tingling sensation was still running through his body and his lips were crying out to have Draco's warmth back. These strange feelings had been surfacing within him for weeks now. Only when Draco was around. He realised he felt something for Draco, he even accepted it, but what was Draco thinking and feeling, why had he kissed him? Endless possibilities ran through Harry's head. Could it be Draco sending the flowers? He couldn't figure out what had happened so he returned slowly to Gryffindor.
(A/N I hope you are enjoying my story. Please leave a review or if you have suggestions for my story or if you would like me to read your story or recommend any other good fan fiction please e-mail me at bin0001salecollege.vic.edu.au I will reply to everybody that e-mails me. Bye!