On Wings of Flaming Driftwood
Author: Kess, aka Cera Sligh
Rating: PG-13 for now. slash.
Disclaimer: I don't claim to own any of these characters, J.K. Rowling does. So don't come after me with your flaming torches of copyright justice. (Though if someone told me I could keep Draco in my closet as a pet, I'd definitely accept, copyright or no copyright. :D)
Characters: mainly Harry and Draco, of course.
Story: Harry is having trouble dealing with the death of Sirius, and on top of it all Cho breaks up with him, and he's left with no one to turn to. However, he finds comfort in someone he never would have expected. H/D. Her./R. The plot WILL come up eventually... I promise! Please R & R!
Chapter 2! Yay! I wanna say sorry bout Draco's thoughts in the last chapter. I had them italisised, and I didn't know fanfiction.net got rid of that, so, sorry for the confusion! This chapter will have a bit more slash to it, so be happy and review, oh please!
Chapter 2: Never Would I Say That
Draco saw Harry looking at him as they walked back to the castle, still nursing the cuts along his wrists. As steely grey met green, Harry's face turned a deep shade of scarlet and he jerkily looked away, obviously bothered by Draco's blatant staring. Draco smiled inwardly. So, Potter was bothered by his sudden fascination with the boy who lived. He felt a bit bothered, himself. Why was he so taken with the little piece of filth, anyway? His eyes shifted from the dark mess of hair to Harry's swinging arm, to his hips, inner thigh...
Harry shot him a positivley enraged look as he noticed where Draco was looking. Draco caught himself and quickley looked away himself this time. He hadn't meant for Potter to see -that-. He shook himself mentally and was distracted from gazing upon Harry any further when he felt a rough tap on his shoulder. He looked over his shoulder to see Pansy's annoying grinning face. He sighed. "What do you want, now?" She grinned horribly and laced her arm through his. He shook it off, growling, "You know I don't like that, Pansy? Just stay off, okay?" she pouted, looking even more irritating than usual.
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Harry still couldn't believe Draco's strange behavior. Was this part of some big joke? He shook his head as Herimone approached him cautiously. "Uh, Harry...?"
"What?"
"Um... I just wanted to say I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked about Cho. It wasn't my place..."
Harry smiled, "Don't be sorry. You didn't know. I'm the one who should be saying sorry."
She smiled at him and quickly patted his hand before running to catch up with Ron, taking his arm shyly. He knew they had a 'thing' for eachother, and it amused him. He was slightly worried that it might endanger his and Ron's friendship, but he wasn't losing sleep over it.
The day ended, and he looked out his window at the rainy Hogwart's grounds. He'd just finished with dinner, though he hadn't eaten much. He didn't feel very tired, and he didn't want to stand here any longer. "I'm going for a walk." he announced to the empty room, and he threw on a heavy cloak and started down the stairs.
The air was warm but the rain was cool, creating a rather odd effect that made him shiver slightly. He walked along through the grass, his shoes and socks becoming soaked. As he walked his tears mingled with the rain on his face. He couldn't stop himself from thinking about Sirius now. The image of his godfather soaring through that curtain absorbed his thoughts and he couldn't shake it. He reached a tree and slumped down beneath it, hugging his knees and crying into them. He didn't care that it was getting very dark, and he was getting very wet. He just wanted to stay out here until all of his crying was over with. He hated it when he cried, and he wished he could just stop.
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Draco could see him. What an idiot, waking out into the rain. 'What an idiot,' he thought again, 'I... I think I'll go out and... see what he's doing.' He wasn't really thinking anymore, and he wept a cloak over his shoulders and headed towards the great wooden doors. He quickly cast a rain- deflecting spell on himself and stepped out into the downpour. Potter must be getting soaked. He hurried along towards the tree he'd seen Harry dissapear behind. Closer, closer.
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Harry was still crying uncontrollabley, and he wished so badly that there was someone he could talk to. He didn't want to talk to Ron and Herimone, he felt he had been depressed enough around them latley. Lupin was off in America, where there had been a huge discovery concerning werewolves and cures. He breifly wondered where Lupin was at the moment. Then another thought enetered his mind. Just that summer, Lupin himsefl had admitted that he and Sirius had been more than friends since their years at Hogwarts. It had been so comforting to mourn for the only fmaily he ever knew with Lupin, who understood what he was feeling. In fact, Lupin probably missed him far more than Harry did. He cried even harder, for both himself and Remus. He could never understand how that felt. The idea of feeling that way for another boy never corssed his mind, and when it did he shivered inside.
Suddenly, a pair of shoes appeared before his eyes. He started and looked up, straight into the smiling face of Draco Malfoy. He immeadiatley stood up and shook himself, attempting to wipe away his tears, "What do you want?!"
Malfoy looked slightly alarmed at first, then he stared at Harry with a strange expression. Was it compassion? Harry nearly fell over backward when Malfoy tenderly touched his face where tears had been not moments before.
"You're crying..."
"No, I'm not! Just fuck off!"
"Yes, you are. You are... why?"
Harry brushed away his hand with a wet arm, "It's none of you're fucking business! Now leave me alone! Just go away!"
Malfoy caught his hand in mid air and held it, almost tenderly, as he gazed into Harry's eyes. Harry was definatley scared, now. What the -hell- was Malfoy thinking?! He tried to wrench his hand out of Malfoy's grasp, but the blond just used his action to pull him in closer, quickly embracing him close to his warm, dry body. His hands slowly worked their way up and down his back, soothing him even as he resisted the touches with all his might. He tried to escape, but Malfoy held him tightly, and he gave in, completley crumbling on the spot, weeping openly into Malfoy's chest.
"Shhhh, don't cry, Harry." He stroked the boys dark hair and whispered into his ear, trying to get him to calm down. Harry could not belive what was happening. He was crying in the arms of his worst enemy, a boy, and he -liked- it. His brain suddenly snapped back into action, and he shoved an uprepared Malfoy away, sending him stumbling backward. He shook and looked with wild eyes at the hauntingly pale boy before him. "Wh- what are you trying to do...? Why are you acting like this?!"
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Draco didn't know why. All he knew was he wanted to be close with Harry again, he wanted to hold him again, to feel him close by. He stared blankly at a very angry Harry for a moment, and then he reached out, grabbing Harry by the arm, and pulled him in again. Even though he was slightly smaller and thinner than Harry, he had an iron grip and soon Harry was in his arms again. But this time he didn't resist. He started to cry again, pressing his head into Draco's neck.
"Dammit, Draco... why are you doing this to me?"
"Because, Potter," he whispered, "I don't want to see you cry. It... it hurts."
Harry clutched at his robes, wanting to be closer to him and his warmth, "But you hate me... and I hate you. I hate you."
Draco tilted Harry's chin up to look into his shinign green eyes, "If you hate me, why are you letting me do this..." he slowly leaned forward, paused just before touching their lips, and wimpered slightly before pressing their ips together, enjoying the feeling of Harry's body going limp into his arms.
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'What the hell am I doing? Why am I letting Malfoy do this? I hate him! I... I hate... I want him.' Harry pressed eagerly into Draco's lips, and it was far better than anything he'd felt before. Draco kissed him deifferently than Cho had. He and Cho had only kissed twice, and both times it had been slightly awkward and he hadn't felt anything by it. But this... this rendered him breathless. He ran his hand through Draco's perfect hair and shyly licked his lower lip with his tongue. Draco reacted immidiatley, slipping his tongue into harry's slightly parted mouth as Harry sighed deeply into the kiss.
Suddenly the kiss stopped. Draco let him go and backed away a few steps. He looked utterley horrified, "No.. No, I can't do this. What am I doing?" he raked a hand through his platinum hair as Harry stood by awkwardly, licking his lips where Draco's taste still lingered. The slytherin tasted far sweeter than he would have imagined. He was no longer sad. He was now very much alert and he longed for more. He wanted more of malfoy. He rushed forward and took the blond up in his arms, pressing their mouths together as Draco's surprised eyes slid closed. He placed a hand on the back of Draco's head and pulled them closer together. Malfot fored them apart. Harry blinked. "Wait... wait, you're right... we can;t do this." Malfor's eyes were very wide now and he shook his head, "I don't care. Who gives a damn if people find out?" his voice became slightly husky as he added through the lulling whirr of the rain, "I want you."
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Wheee, fluffy fluff! I know it's rather sudden, but I couldn't help it. XDDD I hope you like, and PLEASE review. I only got one on the first chapter. weepeth Love to all! Till next time!
Author: Kess, aka Cera Sligh
Rating: PG-13 for now. slash.
Disclaimer: I don't claim to own any of these characters, J.K. Rowling does. So don't come after me with your flaming torches of copyright justice. (Though if someone told me I could keep Draco in my closet as a pet, I'd definitely accept, copyright or no copyright. :D)
Characters: mainly Harry and Draco, of course.
Story: Harry is having trouble dealing with the death of Sirius, and on top of it all Cho breaks up with him, and he's left with no one to turn to. However, he finds comfort in someone he never would have expected. H/D. Her./R. The plot WILL come up eventually... I promise! Please R & R!
Chapter 2! Yay! I wanna say sorry bout Draco's thoughts in the last chapter. I had them italisised, and I didn't know fanfiction.net got rid of that, so, sorry for the confusion! This chapter will have a bit more slash to it, so be happy and review, oh please!
Chapter 2: Never Would I Say That
Draco saw Harry looking at him as they walked back to the castle, still nursing the cuts along his wrists. As steely grey met green, Harry's face turned a deep shade of scarlet and he jerkily looked away, obviously bothered by Draco's blatant staring. Draco smiled inwardly. So, Potter was bothered by his sudden fascination with the boy who lived. He felt a bit bothered, himself. Why was he so taken with the little piece of filth, anyway? His eyes shifted from the dark mess of hair to Harry's swinging arm, to his hips, inner thigh...
Harry shot him a positivley enraged look as he noticed where Draco was looking. Draco caught himself and quickley looked away himself this time. He hadn't meant for Potter to see -that-. He shook himself mentally and was distracted from gazing upon Harry any further when he felt a rough tap on his shoulder. He looked over his shoulder to see Pansy's annoying grinning face. He sighed. "What do you want, now?" She grinned horribly and laced her arm through his. He shook it off, growling, "You know I don't like that, Pansy? Just stay off, okay?" she pouted, looking even more irritating than usual.
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Harry still couldn't believe Draco's strange behavior. Was this part of some big joke? He shook his head as Herimone approached him cautiously. "Uh, Harry...?"
"What?"
"Um... I just wanted to say I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked about Cho. It wasn't my place..."
Harry smiled, "Don't be sorry. You didn't know. I'm the one who should be saying sorry."
She smiled at him and quickly patted his hand before running to catch up with Ron, taking his arm shyly. He knew they had a 'thing' for eachother, and it amused him. He was slightly worried that it might endanger his and Ron's friendship, but he wasn't losing sleep over it.
The day ended, and he looked out his window at the rainy Hogwart's grounds. He'd just finished with dinner, though he hadn't eaten much. He didn't feel very tired, and he didn't want to stand here any longer. "I'm going for a walk." he announced to the empty room, and he threw on a heavy cloak and started down the stairs.
The air was warm but the rain was cool, creating a rather odd effect that made him shiver slightly. He walked along through the grass, his shoes and socks becoming soaked. As he walked his tears mingled with the rain on his face. He couldn't stop himself from thinking about Sirius now. The image of his godfather soaring through that curtain absorbed his thoughts and he couldn't shake it. He reached a tree and slumped down beneath it, hugging his knees and crying into them. He didn't care that it was getting very dark, and he was getting very wet. He just wanted to stay out here until all of his crying was over with. He hated it when he cried, and he wished he could just stop.
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Draco could see him. What an idiot, waking out into the rain. 'What an idiot,' he thought again, 'I... I think I'll go out and... see what he's doing.' He wasn't really thinking anymore, and he wept a cloak over his shoulders and headed towards the great wooden doors. He quickly cast a rain- deflecting spell on himself and stepped out into the downpour. Potter must be getting soaked. He hurried along towards the tree he'd seen Harry dissapear behind. Closer, closer.
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Harry was still crying uncontrollabley, and he wished so badly that there was someone he could talk to. He didn't want to talk to Ron and Herimone, he felt he had been depressed enough around them latley. Lupin was off in America, where there had been a huge discovery concerning werewolves and cures. He breifly wondered where Lupin was at the moment. Then another thought enetered his mind. Just that summer, Lupin himsefl had admitted that he and Sirius had been more than friends since their years at Hogwarts. It had been so comforting to mourn for the only fmaily he ever knew with Lupin, who understood what he was feeling. In fact, Lupin probably missed him far more than Harry did. He cried even harder, for both himself and Remus. He could never understand how that felt. The idea of feeling that way for another boy never corssed his mind, and when it did he shivered inside.
Suddenly, a pair of shoes appeared before his eyes. He started and looked up, straight into the smiling face of Draco Malfoy. He immeadiatley stood up and shook himself, attempting to wipe away his tears, "What do you want?!"
Malfoy looked slightly alarmed at first, then he stared at Harry with a strange expression. Was it compassion? Harry nearly fell over backward when Malfoy tenderly touched his face where tears had been not moments before.
"You're crying..."
"No, I'm not! Just fuck off!"
"Yes, you are. You are... why?"
Harry brushed away his hand with a wet arm, "It's none of you're fucking business! Now leave me alone! Just go away!"
Malfoy caught his hand in mid air and held it, almost tenderly, as he gazed into Harry's eyes. Harry was definatley scared, now. What the -hell- was Malfoy thinking?! He tried to wrench his hand out of Malfoy's grasp, but the blond just used his action to pull him in closer, quickly embracing him close to his warm, dry body. His hands slowly worked their way up and down his back, soothing him even as he resisted the touches with all his might. He tried to escape, but Malfoy held him tightly, and he gave in, completley crumbling on the spot, weeping openly into Malfoy's chest.
"Shhhh, don't cry, Harry." He stroked the boys dark hair and whispered into his ear, trying to get him to calm down. Harry could not belive what was happening. He was crying in the arms of his worst enemy, a boy, and he -liked- it. His brain suddenly snapped back into action, and he shoved an uprepared Malfoy away, sending him stumbling backward. He shook and looked with wild eyes at the hauntingly pale boy before him. "Wh- what are you trying to do...? Why are you acting like this?!"
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Draco didn't know why. All he knew was he wanted to be close with Harry again, he wanted to hold him again, to feel him close by. He stared blankly at a very angry Harry for a moment, and then he reached out, grabbing Harry by the arm, and pulled him in again. Even though he was slightly smaller and thinner than Harry, he had an iron grip and soon Harry was in his arms again. But this time he didn't resist. He started to cry again, pressing his head into Draco's neck.
"Dammit, Draco... why are you doing this to me?"
"Because, Potter," he whispered, "I don't want to see you cry. It... it hurts."
Harry clutched at his robes, wanting to be closer to him and his warmth, "But you hate me... and I hate you. I hate you."
Draco tilted Harry's chin up to look into his shinign green eyes, "If you hate me, why are you letting me do this..." he slowly leaned forward, paused just before touching their lips, and wimpered slightly before pressing their ips together, enjoying the feeling of Harry's body going limp into his arms.
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'What the hell am I doing? Why am I letting Malfoy do this? I hate him! I... I hate... I want him.' Harry pressed eagerly into Draco's lips, and it was far better than anything he'd felt before. Draco kissed him deifferently than Cho had. He and Cho had only kissed twice, and both times it had been slightly awkward and he hadn't felt anything by it. But this... this rendered him breathless. He ran his hand through Draco's perfect hair and shyly licked his lower lip with his tongue. Draco reacted immidiatley, slipping his tongue into harry's slightly parted mouth as Harry sighed deeply into the kiss.
Suddenly the kiss stopped. Draco let him go and backed away a few steps. He looked utterley horrified, "No.. No, I can't do this. What am I doing?" he raked a hand through his platinum hair as Harry stood by awkwardly, licking his lips where Draco's taste still lingered. The slytherin tasted far sweeter than he would have imagined. He was no longer sad. He was now very much alert and he longed for more. He wanted more of malfoy. He rushed forward and took the blond up in his arms, pressing their mouths together as Draco's surprised eyes slid closed. He placed a hand on the back of Draco's head and pulled them closer together. Malfot fored them apart. Harry blinked. "Wait... wait, you're right... we can;t do this." Malfor's eyes were very wide now and he shook his head, "I don't care. Who gives a damn if people find out?" his voice became slightly husky as he added through the lulling whirr of the rain, "I want you."
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Wheee, fluffy fluff! I know it's rather sudden, but I couldn't help it. XDDD I hope you like, and PLEASE review. I only got one on the first chapter. weepeth Love to all! Till next time!