Warning: Slash and swears. Sometimes together too... I'm warning you, don't flame about it.
A/N: Draco's POV. I'll listen to my reviewers and add dialogue. In other words I was told "don't bog the reader down with too many of Draco's thoughts". Like that's possible. Thanks!
Hiding
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"What... How... Hi."
Honestly. I didn't know I kiss that well. To make Harry incoherent like that takes talent. Talent that I possess. I should do it again.
"Wait, Draco..."
Since when does Harry call me Draco? Maybe about the time when I began to hide in his bed in his room and snog him senseless. That'd be it.
"Draco, don't kiss me yet." Damn. "Why are you here?"
That's a tough question now. Why am I here? I'm supposed to be telling Harry I hate him. But that's almost obviously untrue. And I can't tell him I just happened to be here, because how many people can break into Gryffindor Tower and Harry's bedroom?
So I can't exactly tell him the truth because I don't know what the truth is. Such a Slytherin thought, that is.
Harry's still looking at me. Isn't he supposed to be repulsed? Or at least mad? Why isn't anyone making a fuss over this.
I, Draco Malfoy, just kissed one Harry Potter.
We are both male. We are bloody fucked.
I guess I'll let my mouth have a try at this one. Because for starters, other areas of my body are voting for total nudity and heavy grinding.
"Harry, I'm here to figure out my feelings."
Harry's face sped from concern, to glee, to fear, back to concern. Bloody hell, Potter thinks fast.
I think I'll kiss him again. I wonder what happens if I lick there. Harry makes the most delectable noises. Now, if memory serves me correctly, a water droplet marked its way here. Oh yes. Keep on mewling, Harry. How about now? Your taut nipples are too inviting to pass up.
"Your mine now, Harry."
I didn't think I said that out loud. Oh well. Possessing Harry Potter isn't a bad thing. Even better when he's all hot and bothered and barely wearing clothes.
Damn it to all hell. I think I'm falling in love.
How can that be happening? I hated him just a few minutes ago. Passion. Hate is a passionate emotion. And now it's hate's counterpart love.
I love Harry Potter.
"I love you, Harry Potter."
I need to stop doing that. Really. There should be a warning around my neck: Caution - May Speak Thoughts Aloud.
"I love you too, Draco Malfoy."
Where the hell did that come from? Harry loves me too? He really loves me. It's not just like a spur of the moment thing. And he's not going to make fun of me.
I really think I should kiss him again.
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TBC
A/N: Thank you to all my reviewers. I'm going to try and get the next chapter up soon.
A/N: Draco's POV. I'll listen to my reviewers and add dialogue. In other words I was told "don't bog the reader down with too many of Draco's thoughts". Like that's possible. Thanks!
Hiding
===========
"What... How... Hi."
Honestly. I didn't know I kiss that well. To make Harry incoherent like that takes talent. Talent that I possess. I should do it again.
"Wait, Draco..."
Since when does Harry call me Draco? Maybe about the time when I began to hide in his bed in his room and snog him senseless. That'd be it.
"Draco, don't kiss me yet." Damn. "Why are you here?"
That's a tough question now. Why am I here? I'm supposed to be telling Harry I hate him. But that's almost obviously untrue. And I can't tell him I just happened to be here, because how many people can break into Gryffindor Tower and Harry's bedroom?
So I can't exactly tell him the truth because I don't know what the truth is. Such a Slytherin thought, that is.
Harry's still looking at me. Isn't he supposed to be repulsed? Or at least mad? Why isn't anyone making a fuss over this.
I, Draco Malfoy, just kissed one Harry Potter.
We are both male. We are bloody fucked.
I guess I'll let my mouth have a try at this one. Because for starters, other areas of my body are voting for total nudity and heavy grinding.
"Harry, I'm here to figure out my feelings."
Harry's face sped from concern, to glee, to fear, back to concern. Bloody hell, Potter thinks fast.
I think I'll kiss him again. I wonder what happens if I lick there. Harry makes the most delectable noises. Now, if memory serves me correctly, a water droplet marked its way here. Oh yes. Keep on mewling, Harry. How about now? Your taut nipples are too inviting to pass up.
"Your mine now, Harry."
I didn't think I said that out loud. Oh well. Possessing Harry Potter isn't a bad thing. Even better when he's all hot and bothered and barely wearing clothes.
Damn it to all hell. I think I'm falling in love.
How can that be happening? I hated him just a few minutes ago. Passion. Hate is a passionate emotion. And now it's hate's counterpart love.
I love Harry Potter.
"I love you, Harry Potter."
I need to stop doing that. Really. There should be a warning around my neck: Caution - May Speak Thoughts Aloud.
"I love you too, Draco Malfoy."
Where the hell did that come from? Harry loves me too? He really loves me. It's not just like a spur of the moment thing. And he's not going to make fun of me.
I really think I should kiss him again.
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TBC
A/N: Thank you to all my reviewers. I'm going to try and get the next chapter up soon.