DRAGON TALONS

Author's Note: Well, my first chapter sucked. Ubber short. I tried to make it longer, but, it was just an intro. I should have combined the two. But, this is the second time I posted ANYTHING on anything. So, please, I really want a review, to tell me what I need to do, Please and thank you? -smiles- And thanks to my girlfriend, inspiration and all. Also, I would like to add that this will be a little more intense with the emotions of Harry and Draco. For those of you who don't like Yaoi, or those who not been corrupted to the sexy side (TINA!) I warn you, you might not want to read to read. That is all.

Disclaimer- I do not own any other the characters mentioned in this fanfic. They are owned my J. K. Rowling.

"Dragon Talons" Words echoed through the empty corridors as Draco Malfoy entered the Gryffindor Tower. Immieditly impressed with the care of affection through out the room, Draco felt sick to his stomach. Rolling his grey-coloured eyes, Draco sighed as a covered lump on the couch of the common room jumped.

A raven haired boy looked up, green eyes stabbing Draco Malfoy.

"What are you doing here Malfoy?" The words stung, but Draco merely smirked.

"I could ask you the same thing.." There was as a short pause before Draco raised his eyebrows at the other.

"Harry." Draco, using Harry's first name as a weapon, licked his lips, walking over to the couch and kneeling down in front of the golden boy.

"I'm sick. And don't call me that." Harry spat out as he turned towards the couch, away from the blonde. A crude snarl over came the face of Draco Malfoy.

"Don't feed me that bull shit Harry. You are not sick. You are hiding. Hiding like a dog with his tail in between his legs. Like a coward." His words hissed in a harsh whisper directly into the ear of Harry potter.

"Coward? Coward?" Harry was facing Draco again, directly above him.

"You call ME a Coward? Draco Malfoy, if I may have the honor of correcting you, but I am NOT afraid of you!" Harry roared furiously at Draco. Realizing their very position, Harry stood corrected, as he cowered back into the back of the couch. Draco, one hand on the back rest of the couch, the other arm holding him up, fisted into the end of the couch, right next to Harry's back, and his pale face not even inches from Harry's mouth.

"Then why are you hiding?" Draco asked calmly, his eyes stabbing into the other's face.

"I don't get you, you can face the Dark Lord a coupld houndred times with out thinking. You can be an idiot and enter the tri-wizard tournament bu-"

"I did not enter myself Malfoy, you know that. i you that." Harry spoke up.

"Alright but you still went through with it. But you can' possibly face me after w-"

"After what happened? of course not Draco. You were being a fool! You didn't mean it!"

"Do not tell me what I mean Harry James potter! Do no tell me how I feel!" Draco yelled back, swinging his leg over Harry's thighs, straddling him, a leg on either side. Draco could feel Harry freeze, his breathing, shallow as it was to begin with, held all together. Harry turned up towards Draco, facing the ceiling now, glaring at the younger boy above him.

"Draco......get off." Draco shook his head, leaning down, his nose gently barley touching Harry's. The Slytherin smiled, looking into the green eyes of the older boy.

"Harry...." Harry closed his eyes, turning his head.

"Why did you say what you said to me........?" Harry asked, almost as if it was a random thought, but Draco knew better. It was what Harry had been thinking about the entire time.

"I meant it...." Draco replied, getting up off of Harry and walking towards the door.

"I meant every word Potter. Everytime you doubt me, look at your wrist, and you'll remember. I do Harry... I love you...." As Draco walked out, Harry raised his left arm, a silver chain enchanced around his wrist as if a fashion statment. Engraved with emrald wrting was the name Harry would never forget....

'Draco L. Malfoy'