"What the bloody hell do you want, Malfoy?" Harry spat and rolled his eyes impatiently.
Draco leaned back in the creaky chair behind the teacher's desk in the abandoned Potions classroom. It didn't seem too abandoned to him, seeing that there were still a few ingredients left in the cupboard, changing and moving from time to time. It was Draco's favorite hiding place. Not to mention the place he always took people to seduce them.
He sighed lazily, brushing off the thought. He stared into Harry's eyes.
"Harry, what do you think I want?" Malfoy spoke slowly and deliberately. He smirked suggestively. The tough-guy exterior was for his father, and for every other Slytherin in Hogwarts. It pained him slightly--that's just slightly--that he had to torture Harry. He only called him here on this day because he was in need of... comforting, to put it gently.
That's the first time he's actually used my name, Harry realized, but kept his surprise hidden.
"I wouldn't be here if I knew," Harry pretended to gnash his teeth.
Malfoy sighed. Harry's bitterness towards him was understandable. He had only made Potter and his friend's lives hell since they all arrived at Hogwarts.
"Don't be so uptight," he drawled, and stood, the chair creaking at the sudden relief of weight.
Draco put a hand up to Harry's face, who shivered at Draco's touch as his fingertips just barely grazed his skin. Draco's fingers wandered up to the scar on Harry's forehead. He brushed the unruly black hair away, marveling at how it sprung back into place.
Draco had always wanted Harry, even if it was just a little. Then again, he didn't want his friends (and especially his father) to find out that he was bisexual. Not yet, at least. Malfoy surrounded himself with the plentiful--and willing--girls at Hogwarts in an attempt to suppress his feelings. He took them one by one, soon growing tired of them. Now, he decided he needed Harry. Now.
"What are you doing?" Harry gulped, feeling Draco's hands explore his chest.
Draco sighed. Surely Harry would've caught his hint by now. He felt that his signals were clear enough. Maybe this next move was enough to convince him.
He kissed Harry.
Harry grimaced at the feeling of Draco's lips on his and pushed him away roughly.
And then he realized something. That bastard stole my first kiss!
Okay, so Draco hadn't taken Harry's first kiss, but still. Harry wanted an excuse.
Draco stepped back in surprise. He really didn't know why he was surprised. Hell, he'd be surprised if Crabbe or Goyle came up and planted a kiss on him. After thinking about it a little, Draco found Harry's reasoning acceptable. I mean, how would you feel if your enemy (who is the same gender as you, no less) came up and kissed you?
I thought so.
Anyway, Harry wiped his mouth on the back of his hand hastily. Sure, Harry thought about a guy kissing him before, but he never expected it to really happen. Or that it would be Draco Malfoy. Harry vaguely felt the world spinning around him as he pondered the thought.
Malfoy cocked his head at Harry and leaned back on the desk. The taste of the other boy lingered on his lips.
Potter looked up just in time to see Draco licking his lips seductively. Malfoy's eyes were glazed over, with what, Harry wasn't sure. He did know that Malfoy suddenly looked very sexy leaning against the desk. He felt himself stiffen slightly, and he blushed. Harry looked down in embarrassment.
I am going mad, aren't I?
"It's okay, Harry," Draco drawled, still looking hungrily at the other boy. He licked his lips again, in a vain attempt to relive the kiss. Never in his life did he desire someone so much.
On second thought, Draco had never desired another guy before, either.
"Is it?" Harry said softly. His attempt to camouflage his arousal was in vain. Draco was definitely well-trained in the art of reading between the lines, and no message had ever been clearer.
Draco walked over to Harry. He gingerly lifted Harry's chin with a finger, so that he could stare into his eyes. Ah, the eyes, Draco recalled fondly. It seemed like the swirls in his eyes moved and it entranced Malfoy beyond belief. He quickly felt himself fall into the depths of the other's eyes and submitted to his desires.
If Harry hadn't beat him to it.
Potter crushed his lips against Malfoy's and wrapped an arm around his neck. Draco's eyes widened at Harry's sudden movement, since he was supposed to be the one making all of the moves. He, Draco Malfoy was supposed to be dominant, not Harry. He was after all, Harry's superior.
Then again, Draco had never felt what it's like to be non-dominant. Curiosity got the better of him and he let Harry kiss him. That's right. Draco let Harry kiss him. Oh hell, what's the point in analyzing it?
Harry wasn't thinking anymore. He was in too deep to think at all, thriving on instinct. He only knew what was going on at the time, and didn't think about the consequences of his actions.
Potter pulled Draco down on top of him, never breaking the hungry kiss they shared. He forced his tongue into Malfoy's mouth. And if the table they were now laying down on hadn't been there, he was sure he'd have fallen through, all the way to hell. Harry was sure he'd be going there, especially after this escapade.
This'll be quite the story to tell to the kids, eh?
Draco was overwhelmed with the passion of the moment. He had taken most of the girls before, and it had felt good, but nothing the girls had ever done would compare with Harry. Just by the way someone kissed him, he knew exactly how they'd be in bed. And Malfoy was convinced that Harry would know exactly what he liked.
Harry broke the kiss suddenly, and immediately missed the feeling of Draco's lips on his own. He struggled to regain his breath under the pressure of the other's body. Draco's chest heaved too. Potter gently pushed Malfoy off of him and they lay side by side for a moment.
God saw that it was good. He rested from his labor, as did the two English boys, laying atop a desk in Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and wizardry.
A/N: REVIEW! I have such an odd way of telling the story, ne? That's what Mon Dieu A Penny tells me (her fics kick major butt). Like I was actually there, making my wry and "witty" remarks. Well okay, that's enough babbling, review, people! I'm gonna try and update soon, but I dunno... Have all your slash-loving friends read this too, please. You don't have to, just review. You don't even need a stupid account to review, just do it!