I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry one hundred times over.
I know I should have updated sooner, but see, in English we have this massive poetry explication project due next week. And I have to write a 5 page explication on 10 FRENCH poems that I have to translate first. So im basically stressed beyond belief, but here, sorry if this chapter sucks. I am so exhausted.
Have fun....
PREVIOSLY...
Harry reached over and rolled Draco's sleeve up. He swallowed his gasp as he saw the dark mark burned into Draco's arm. He touched it lightly with two fingers, and Draco yanked his arm back.
"Don't touch it. It's disgusting. It's revolting, its repulsive, filthy, it's everything I'm not."
"I know."
"No." His voice cracked. "No you don't." A single tear traced a thin trail down his pale cheek. Harry reached up and brushed it aside.
Without thinking, he lowered his lips to Draco's and kissed him gently, his hand stayed up at his face, cradling Draco's cheek in his palm. After several seconds, Harry pulled back and looked at Draco, afraid of what he would see.
Chapter 6:
Harry pulled his head away and looked at the ground. He wasn't sure what came over him, or what possessed him to kiss Draco. He honestly had no logic behind his actions. When he ended the kiss, he was dreading the moment when Draco would make him explain. Because he had no explanation. No reasoning, just that he wanted to, and something told him it was the right thing to do.
"I shouldn't have done that." He whispered quietly, refusing the meet Draco's eye.
Draco didn't say anything for several awkward seconds, and then he laughed lightly. "That such a cliché thing to say," he said, in an explanation for his laughter.
Harry blushed. "I know, but it's true. I shouldn't have."
"Why not?"
"Because I should have been listening, not taking advantage of the fact that you were weak and needed—wait! Why not? Because you hate me! That's why not! Because now you are going to tell the entire school that I am gay and that I tried to hit on you! That's why not!" Harry spoke fast, his voice rising with panic in every syllable he spoke. "Why would you care if you ruined my life just a bit more?" He asked quietly at the end, afraid to hear the answer.
"Because I don't hate you."
"Yes you do."
"No. I really don't." With that, Draco reached for Harry's hand in a manner that could only be described as shy. Harry looked down at their linked fingers and smiled slightly.
"You don't?"
"I don't."
"You mean, you didn't hate me before I kissed you," Harry reasoned, "and you don't hate me now?"
"Not in the slightest."
"Well," Harry flushed around his ears and cheeks. "What does that mean?"
"What do you mean, what does that mean?" Draco asked, fully knowing what the other boy was trying to ask.
"You know. What does everything mean."
"No really. I don't know." Draco's voice had a slightly joking tone about it, and Harry figured then that he was just trying to embarrass him.
"I mean, what does the kiss mean? What does you not hating me mean? What does our bonding mean? What do I do tomorrow when I see you?" Harry looked directly into Draco's eyes, and after he finished speaking, Draco took a long breath.
"You understand that I am still slightly drunk," he said as a warning.
"I know. But does that mean you will lie to me, because you're drunk, or does it mean that you will be honest, because you're drunk."
"Honest. I've always been like that."
"Okay. So answer the question. Er—well questions."
Draco ran a hand through his blonde hair and looked up at the ceiling briefly. "The kiss was nice. I liked it. You already know I don't hate you, and now I'm going to tell you that it's more than that. Deeper than just not hating you. And tomorrow? Tomorrow, I want you to kiss me again and I want to be able to kiss you again, like this."
As he finished speaking, Harry realized that he had been moving closer slowly. Draco leaned in and closed the last few inches between them.
Harry felt Draco's lips sink down onto his own, and he moaned, in spite of himself. He reached his hand around to tangle his fingers in Draco's hair, parting his lips to deepen the kiss. Draco tasted like vanilla and whiskey, and it was the most intoxicating experience Harry had ever felt. He gently bit Draco's lip, causing the blonde boy to shudder and lean into Harry's embrace. Harry leaned back onto the couch, bring Draco with him, and Harry soon found himself underneath Draco, with Draco kissing trails down Harry's neck.
Harry shivered as Draco traced his tongue up to his right ear. It was when he shuddered and squirmed against the body on top of him, that he first felt Draco's erection pressed up against his. The simple contact caused Draco's arms, which had previously been supporting him, to give and he dropped down onto Harry, kissing him again frantically. Harry pressed his hips upward and groaned as sparks shot out from his groin and spread throughout his body, all the way to his fingers and toes.
Harry grinned as he felt warm fingers move under his shirt and begin to caress his stomach and chest. He leaned forward long enough to let Draco to lift his shirt over his head, and then remove his own. Harry was in heaven.
"Mmmm, Harry?" Draco stopped kissing him long enough to manage a small sentence.
Harry's reply came between ragged breaths, "Yeah, what?"
"As much as I love this, do you really think the couch is the right place to be?"
Harry moaned as Draco continued to assault his abs with his tongue. "I, I guess not."
"Where do you think we should go?"
"Do you want to go up to my room?" Harry asked seductively, yet jokingly.
"Yeah, yeah I do." Draco sat up, still straddling Harry. Harry closed his eyes at the friction between his crotch and where Draco sat on him.
The two teens rose and made their way upstairs.
"Draco?"
"Yeah?"
"Um. I'm a virgin." Harry blushed, "Well—no, that's not what I meant, I'm NOT a virgin, just, I'm this kind of virgin. You know?"
Draco laughed as Harry wrapped his arms around him from behind, pressing his arousal into him. He turned in Harry's arms. "I know what you mean," he said as he skillfully undid Harry's jeans and let them drop to the ground.
"Are you THIS kind of virgin?" Harry asked curiously while he rid Draco of his pants as well. Once they were both down boxers, he backed them up and then onto the bed. He looked down at Draco, who was blushing.
"Well. In a word," he stalled. "No."
"You're not?"
"Er, well no. I'm no kind of virgin."
"That's interesting." Harry said, laughing at how uncomfortable Draco was steadily becoming. "I don't want to be THIS kind of virgin any more, you know." He informed the boy underneath him.
"Really?"
"Really. And I want to do it with you. But not tonight. Not while you are still drunk." "I understand"
"I just, I want it to be special. You know?"
"Yeah."
"Besides, its almost two in the morning. And we have classes tomorrow."
In response, Draco only yawned. He blinked his eyes a couple of times, and finally asked, "Can we go to sleep?"
"Sounds good."
They crawled up to the head of the bed and pulled back the blankets. Harry fell asleep that night wrapped in Draco's cozy embrace.
Well. That's the end. For now. I might write more tonight.
Many thanks to all my reviewers, I would list ya'll by name, but uh, I hate when people do that, it just takes up SO MUCH space. Ahh! But just know that I love each and every one of you very very much.
So review!
Xoxo kate
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I know I should have updated sooner, but see, in English we have this massive poetry explication project due next week. And I have to write a 5 page explication on 10 FRENCH poems that I have to translate first. So im basically stressed beyond belief, but here, sorry if this chapter sucks. I am so exhausted.
Have fun....
PREVIOSLY...
Harry reached over and rolled Draco's sleeve up. He swallowed his gasp as he saw the dark mark burned into Draco's arm. He touched it lightly with two fingers, and Draco yanked his arm back.
"Don't touch it. It's disgusting. It's revolting, its repulsive, filthy, it's everything I'm not."
"I know."
"No." His voice cracked. "No you don't." A single tear traced a thin trail down his pale cheek. Harry reached up and brushed it aside.
Without thinking, he lowered his lips to Draco's and kissed him gently, his hand stayed up at his face, cradling Draco's cheek in his palm. After several seconds, Harry pulled back and looked at Draco, afraid of what he would see.
Chapter 6:
Harry pulled his head away and looked at the ground. He wasn't sure what came over him, or what possessed him to kiss Draco. He honestly had no logic behind his actions. When he ended the kiss, he was dreading the moment when Draco would make him explain. Because he had no explanation. No reasoning, just that he wanted to, and something told him it was the right thing to do.
"I shouldn't have done that." He whispered quietly, refusing the meet Draco's eye.
Draco didn't say anything for several awkward seconds, and then he laughed lightly. "That such a cliché thing to say," he said, in an explanation for his laughter.
Harry blushed. "I know, but it's true. I shouldn't have."
"Why not?"
"Because I should have been listening, not taking advantage of the fact that you were weak and needed—wait! Why not? Because you hate me! That's why not! Because now you are going to tell the entire school that I am gay and that I tried to hit on you! That's why not!" Harry spoke fast, his voice rising with panic in every syllable he spoke. "Why would you care if you ruined my life just a bit more?" He asked quietly at the end, afraid to hear the answer.
"Because I don't hate you."
"Yes you do."
"No. I really don't." With that, Draco reached for Harry's hand in a manner that could only be described as shy. Harry looked down at their linked fingers and smiled slightly.
"You don't?"
"I don't."
"You mean, you didn't hate me before I kissed you," Harry reasoned, "and you don't hate me now?"
"Not in the slightest."
"Well," Harry flushed around his ears and cheeks. "What does that mean?"
"What do you mean, what does that mean?" Draco asked, fully knowing what the other boy was trying to ask.
"You know. What does everything mean."
"No really. I don't know." Draco's voice had a slightly joking tone about it, and Harry figured then that he was just trying to embarrass him.
"I mean, what does the kiss mean? What does you not hating me mean? What does our bonding mean? What do I do tomorrow when I see you?" Harry looked directly into Draco's eyes, and after he finished speaking, Draco took a long breath.
"You understand that I am still slightly drunk," he said as a warning.
"I know. But does that mean you will lie to me, because you're drunk, or does it mean that you will be honest, because you're drunk."
"Honest. I've always been like that."
"Okay. So answer the question. Er—well questions."
Draco ran a hand through his blonde hair and looked up at the ceiling briefly. "The kiss was nice. I liked it. You already know I don't hate you, and now I'm going to tell you that it's more than that. Deeper than just not hating you. And tomorrow? Tomorrow, I want you to kiss me again and I want to be able to kiss you again, like this."
As he finished speaking, Harry realized that he had been moving closer slowly. Draco leaned in and closed the last few inches between them.
Harry felt Draco's lips sink down onto his own, and he moaned, in spite of himself. He reached his hand around to tangle his fingers in Draco's hair, parting his lips to deepen the kiss. Draco tasted like vanilla and whiskey, and it was the most intoxicating experience Harry had ever felt. He gently bit Draco's lip, causing the blonde boy to shudder and lean into Harry's embrace. Harry leaned back onto the couch, bring Draco with him, and Harry soon found himself underneath Draco, with Draco kissing trails down Harry's neck.
Harry shivered as Draco traced his tongue up to his right ear. It was when he shuddered and squirmed against the body on top of him, that he first felt Draco's erection pressed up against his. The simple contact caused Draco's arms, which had previously been supporting him, to give and he dropped down onto Harry, kissing him again frantically. Harry pressed his hips upward and groaned as sparks shot out from his groin and spread throughout his body, all the way to his fingers and toes.
Harry grinned as he felt warm fingers move under his shirt and begin to caress his stomach and chest. He leaned forward long enough to let Draco to lift his shirt over his head, and then remove his own. Harry was in heaven.
"Mmmm, Harry?" Draco stopped kissing him long enough to manage a small sentence.
Harry's reply came between ragged breaths, "Yeah, what?"
"As much as I love this, do you really think the couch is the right place to be?"
Harry moaned as Draco continued to assault his abs with his tongue. "I, I guess not."
"Where do you think we should go?"
"Do you want to go up to my room?" Harry asked seductively, yet jokingly.
"Yeah, yeah I do." Draco sat up, still straddling Harry. Harry closed his eyes at the friction between his crotch and where Draco sat on him.
The two teens rose and made their way upstairs.
"Draco?"
"Yeah?"
"Um. I'm a virgin." Harry blushed, "Well—no, that's not what I meant, I'm NOT a virgin, just, I'm this kind of virgin. You know?"
Draco laughed as Harry wrapped his arms around him from behind, pressing his arousal into him. He turned in Harry's arms. "I know what you mean," he said as he skillfully undid Harry's jeans and let them drop to the ground.
"Are you THIS kind of virgin?" Harry asked curiously while he rid Draco of his pants as well. Once they were both down boxers, he backed them up and then onto the bed. He looked down at Draco, who was blushing.
"Well. In a word," he stalled. "No."
"You're not?"
"Er, well no. I'm no kind of virgin."
"That's interesting." Harry said, laughing at how uncomfortable Draco was steadily becoming. "I don't want to be THIS kind of virgin any more, you know." He informed the boy underneath him.
"Really?"
"Really. And I want to do it with you. But not tonight. Not while you are still drunk." "I understand"
"I just, I want it to be special. You know?"
"Yeah."
"Besides, its almost two in the morning. And we have classes tomorrow."
In response, Draco only yawned. He blinked his eyes a couple of times, and finally asked, "Can we go to sleep?"
"Sounds good."
They crawled up to the head of the bed and pulled back the blankets. Harry fell asleep that night wrapped in Draco's cozy embrace.
Well. That's the end. For now. I might write more tonight.
Many thanks to all my reviewers, I would list ya'll by name, but uh, I hate when people do that, it just takes up SO MUCH space. Ahh! But just know that I love each and every one of you very very much.
So review!
Xoxo kate
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