Smile to the death.
By L.S.T.P
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
6- Realizing
It hadn't been like in the dreams; there was no doubt about that.
Both teens decided, in silent agreement, that it'd been mushy, awkward and really, really short. But for a first time it hadn't been so bad. More like sloppy instead of bad and fast instead of short.
Harry was feeling more than a little embarrassed. It'd been his first experience, and Harry now was pretty sure that he'd come too fast. At least he'd come first than Draco did, that wasn't a good sign. His ego was pretty wounded, and a noisy little voice was screaming him that he needed to get his sorry ass out of here as fast as he could, before the blond started mocking him. But another part of him was more serious than the latter one; this voice was telling him that it was no good to stay like they were on the hallway. Both were sprawled on the floor, they still had their clothes on, but their zippers were down and little Harry and Draco were waving to one another. Also they were both wet and it wasn't that comfortable.
Draco's mind was still in shock. Draco knew that it hadn't been like in the movies, but it had been... nice. Draco still remembered the feeling of Harry's body pressed against his, their hips rocking against each other, Harry's voice, and Harry's moans in his ears. The desperation for each other, and the cry of the boy-who-lived when he had come. But what Draco remembered the most was Harry's hand around him, making him reach his own pleasure. The act itself had been so Gryffindor, but Draco didn't know why he appreciated more the gesture than the sex. Draco was confused.
"I need to go" Announced the blonde unexpectedly. He stood up, but the hand around his leg stopped him.
"What are you doing Potter?!" Yelled at the brunette. Harry was bracing his leg like his life depended on it. A determined look on bright green eyes, dark eyebrows were tied in an angry frown and the sneer on his lips was almost daring.
"A word Malfoy"
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" WHAT? Are you serious about this?" Yelled the hazel-eyed man.
"No Lupin I am just pulling your leg, can't you see?" Answered Snape as he stood up, both hands on the ex Gryffindor's desk. "Of course I am being serious, when have you seen me act in other way?"
"Are you saying that he is a...?" The unbelieving on his eyes, and the trembling lips with the earthquaked-face was enough too prevent Severus of hitting him. That and the fact that Lupin was sniffing him.
"Yes..." Severus answered, backing off of Remus and his soon to be bloody nose if he didn't stopped smelling him " Hey stop that! What the hell are you doing?"
" Oh sorry" said Remus but he kept staring oddly at Severus.
" What?!" Snapped Severus glaring at the loony lupine.
" Nothing "But he continued staring, and smelling but with discretion this time.
" Tell me why the hell are you sniffing me!" demanded the head of Slytherin, with wand in hand.
"Forget it, so this means that Harry is..."
"Yes" Snape said still watching oddly at the other man.
"Oh!" That was all that said the werewolf before sitting down on his chair.
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They were again in Harry's room; the blind confidence of the night before had apparently disappeared. Both teens were awkwardly shifting their weights to foot to foot.
" If you knew this why didn't you tell me before" Harry demanded. Shaky hands making his way to his tousled black hair.
" What?" Asked the blond, already fearing Harry's answer.
" Oh come on! " said Harry pacing around the room, searching for the correct words. He didn't find them. " Please Malfoy, do we have to do this in the hardest way? Both of us discern what am I talking about, Right? Now, could you please answer me?"
" Listen to me carefully you halfblooded-git I..." Draco hissed. But then he stopped, why he didn't know, he just stopped. Why was now he feeling so bad? Why had it hurt so much to speak like that to him?
Draco seemed so lost to Harry. Unfitting to the cheerful colors of his bedroom. With the body stiffened, the dark robes making him look smaller than what he really was, and with the sad expression of someone that hasn't seen anything at all. A newborn fearing the life.
Draco's standing there, in the middle of the room, was wrong. Wrong in oh so many ways. His body looked like the misplaced image that doesn't belongs to the whole picture. And his face was a frozen expression of anger, with the livid gestures still on his face but with the fire extinguished; the same fire that was always around and in the blond when he felt rage. But now he was a sad-empty vessel.
Harry stood up and walked to the blonde. Not thinking it twice he embraced him. Secretly wanting to hearten him, to scold at him, to talk to him, to introduce him a new life.
But the burst open door stilled him.
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" Oh?! Is that all you are going to say?" Yelled the black-haired man dumbfounded. Where were the screams, the denial? " You mean that the fact that my Godson, and whatever is Harry for you, being an item doesn't affect you!"
"No" Lupin spoke with truth and that only infuriated more the other man.
"Not even a bit!" Snape was hurt, really hurt. Why was he screaming? He was the one supposed to remain calm. After all he was the one delivering the news, not the other way around. And was Lupin smirking. No, that couldn't be.
"So, Snape. Where are Draco and Harry?"
" I.."
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Harry had always thought that Ron had a horrible timing. As he stared at the red-head with the wide open mouth he just could think that Ron was his best friend, that he was loyal, funny, smart and cool but he did have a horrible timing.
Ron was pretty open-minded; he'd skilled that with the years. Maybe some people still thought that he was the explosive, predictable, hot-tempered boy that he was years ago. But he knew that he had changed, life made him mature and despite that he felt grateful about his learning, sometimes he just wished to be the same boy: lazy, dumb and predictable, yes, but also naive...
However he wasn't, and he knew why Harry was so close to the ferret-boy. He didn't like it; but he knew why Harry was holding the Slytherin and why both had that expression on their faces, the one that said that they just had been caught. Finding Harry like this was like finding any of his brothers in the same situation, really gross. Come to think about it, it wasn't as bad as it could have, he could have found Percy. That would be really, really discussing and a little bit traumatic in Ron's opinion. And he thanked god that they still had their clothes on.
The brunette and the read-headed stared at each other: one too perplexed to speak, and the other one too lost on his thoughts. Draco now was blushing, and he didn't understand what was worse, the fact that the weasel had caught them or the fact that he was blushing.
"Ron could you please wait me outside, I would be there in a minute" Harry said, hastily pointing at the door.
Ron did it, too shocked to argue and too amused to be angry.
As Ron exited himself of the room Harry let out a sight that he didn't notice he was holding. He was relived; at least Ron hadn't gone basilisk onto him. He was still hugging the blond, who looked quite cute with the mouth slightly open and the horrified face. Harry couldn't resist himself.
Draco felt a slight peck on the cheek, but before he could complain the Gryffindor was already moving away.
" Sorry but I need to..." A pointed look to the door, and a sight "...you know"
" That is not of my concern" Replied the blonde acidly. Angry with Harry for kissing him and angry with himself for missing the touch so much.
" Isn't it? Because I can't think of anything else that could be more of your concern" Said Harry, gazing intensely at the other boy before pulling a new pair of jeans " You can change now too, but don't go we need to talk"
Harry intended to brush past him while handing him his letter. Draco didn't have it, he stopped Harry getting a firm grip of his arm " I don't need your charity, I am going to find Severus and get the hell out of here. You stay away of me!"
" Yell all you want you pompous princess but that is not gonna change the fact that I am your mate, like it or not" Harry snapped.
" That's it Potter you are my mate, not all the way around. And like I said I don't need you" It hurt, it was hurting. But Draco wasn't showing it, his insides were burning. He grabbed his stomach pitifully. Harry didn't notice.
" You don't but I do. Are you happy now? I fucking need you! Ok?" Harry exclaimed.
Draco looked up, forgetting the dizzying pain, straight to dark green eyes. He saw the boy in front of him. Not the boy-who-lived, but the one that had just said that he needed him, nobody had said that to him before. He felt the pull again, the one that was always there when Harry was around, and he melted into it. He looked at Harry lips, they were boy lips, maybe a little bit thin but Draco knew that they possessed the most beautiful smile that he had ever seen. Draco leaned into Harry, bringing their mouths closer, feeling the agitated breath of Harry and the fear that corrupted the air. Draco didn't mind, at this moment he wasn't breathing.
Harry felt Draco's arousal, or maybe it was his own, he didn't mind. He just wanted to feel. He just prayed for a kiss, a mutual kiss.
"Harry Potter stop making out with the ferret and come here, am still waiting!"
It was Ron's voice. Ron's annoying and damned voice.
Whatever cast spell in both of them had been broken.
Not knowing what else to do Harry got out of the room only to find that Ron wasn't alone.
"Explain" Said Ron's mom and Professor Lupin.
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Two men were already waiting for him, but Severus didn't bother with unneeded greetings. He just gave a firm nod of acknowledgement, they nodded back and started walking. Severus followed them stairs up. They were on a cheap motel, but Severus thought that it was the perfect place. They lights were dim, and witches and wizards were on small booths, drinking, getting high or laid. Nobody would remember them, and if they did they wouldn't talk.
Privacy was the key word. And they needed just that. Severus walked on silent, watching the hem of the other's men robes almost touch the filthy floor, almost. The two of them were almost the same height, similar build and a royal pain on the ass, to be more exact, Severus ass.
They arrived to their destination and entered the small room. Severus was the first to talk.
" They know, Lupin knows and probably right now everybody is finding out"
"Good" Said the man of the left before taking off his hood, blonde hair and gray eyes addressed him.
" And how is Harry and Remus....?" Snapped the other, still hiding under his hood.
" Potter is ok and..." Severus trailed off.
" What? What's with Remus? Is he ok?" Blared the hooded-one.
" Yes, I think, he just...." Severus answered
"What?!" Yelled the man
"He sniffed me" Stated Snape, cursing at how silly he sounded.
" You mean, that he..."
"I hadn't think about it, but yes, probably..."
" He sniffed you Black, your scent must have been on Severus robes" Interrupted the blond, gazing them with smart eyes.
" Oh shit!" Cursed Sirius Black.
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