Title: What Harry Didn't KnowRating: PG possibly bordering on PG-13 never know lol
Warning: SLASH
Summary: Apparently there were some things that he just didn't know. Drabble
Disclaimer: J.K.R owns not me cries
Author's Notes: Wrote a bit of it, forgot about it, wrote more, then didn't even know it existed until I was looking for stuff that didn't have names in my file and what do you know this was titled untitled so I opened it apparently it was titled, " Reminiscing" so I read it and apparently I thought it was done but named wrong so I renamed it and here you are shinny and new!… sorta lol

What Harry Didn't Know

You look at me. I can hear you talking, but I'm not getting any of it. All I can do is hear the way your voice flows from you lips… and all I can think about is how pink and soft they look-- then your tongue, how it whips out to wet them… I almost melted on the spot.

I can see Ron turn red and get in his fighting stance, Hermione already rushing up to sustain him.

My mind tells me to follow Ron's lead… but another part is yelling, pleading, begging, screaming it's self hoarse. It keeps screaming over and over: touch him! Do something! You can't let him get away! This is your chance!

I suddenly find myself launched at Malfoy. I guess he though I was going to hit him because he's hitting me.

The sensation takes my breath away. However it's probably because he's plummeting my chest in, crushing my lungs. His fists, hands, fingers on my flesh… burning like fire at every brush, touch, strike.

He had hit me over five times, and I just started to notice that I should be hitting him back. Shouldn't I? It would give me an excuse to touch him for even the briefest of moments I wouldn't care. So I hit him.

His stomach clenched a the sudden attack. To feel his muscles gliding under my hand made me want to hit him over and over just to create the same affect. At which I did—at great length.

Surprising me he caught my fist with unseen strength. I had never thought him to be strong. Being pale and frail looking is what I had classified him under… although that was back in first year in Madame Malkin's Robe Shoppe I had made that observation… and appearances had definitely changed for both of us.

I looked down at his hand the way that it firmly clasped mine. I also noticed how close he was to the wall. No less than a foot really.

I hit him again, using its force to shove his body roughly against it. The velocity of it sending him straight back into me. Making me fall back into the soft turf next to the castle wall, leaving him to fall right back on me.

I gasped, not from the lack of oxygen that had just been forcefully pushed out of my body but from the mere feeling of him on me. It was electrifying. Nerve endings on fire.

He must've noticed to because a large smirk appeared just below the shiner that was steadily forming on his eye.

I flushed. He wasn't supposed to know. This was bad, extremely bad. He would run around to everyone posting The- Queer- Who- Lived on every surface possible. He would--- become just as hard as Harry?

Something hard and hot brushed against my leg. Well I hadn't expected this really. Malfoy was supposed to be the Ruler of all Slytherin, not the Leader of the Queers but apparently there were some things that he just didn't know.