The Lion and the Serpent
A/N- Eww, I absolutely hate camping. My parents are dragging me up to some dumb campsite for five days, over the weekend that Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince comes out! And, I have no access to a computer, so I won't be able to update. On the plus side, I'm alone this weekend while the fam goes to sleep in tents and cook over fires, so I'll update again soon (hopefully). Anyways, I hope you enjoy this chapter, it may be a little short...don't hate me.
Warning- Harry/Draco slash, self-harm, swearing. Don't like, don't read - simple.
Disclaimer- I own nothing Harry Potter related. The honourable J.K.R. does.
Chapter Two: Passion and Pain
Draco edged closer to Harry on the cold floor, his head spinning with a hundred thoughts at once. The reason he wasn't hurling insults at Harry, who was obviously in one of his weakest moments, was because he didnt really hate this boy anymore. In fact, he very probably loved him. Things had changed after their fifth year, and though Draco didn't know why this change had come about, he just no longer felt like picking on him. He even wondered what it would belike to be with him. It scared him sometimes - he'd never felt so strongly towards another person before, and he was afraid to reveal himself, lest he be sorely hurt in the process.
So, Draco had kept up his rude, sneering demanor, though he was finding it harder and harder to do so. Sometimes, he'd just look at Harry for endless minutes finding his stupid messy black hair, bright green eyes, and thin muscled frame increasingly attractive. He could also see some things behind Harry's outward appearance - things his friends were too busy to notice.
Draco could tell that Harry had changed over the summer. His eyes, though still passionate and bright, were often tired and sad as though trying to conceal a deep hurt from the rest of the world. Draco also saw that Harry was eating less, skipping meals more and more often. He was subtly losing weight, but he still put as much effort into Quidditch as ever. In fact, Draco rarely saw him smile outside the pitch.
And now, as Draco pulled Harry in front of him, allowing the bleeding boy to lean against him rather then the wall, Draco knew that something was terribly wrong. He felt a small surge of anger towards Harry's friends, who had obviously done nothing to help, if they had noticed at all.
"Oh Harry," said Draco into Harry's neck, wrapping his warm armsaround Harry's cool body, praying that he wouldn't be pushed away. "Why did you do this to yourself?"
Harry didn't push him away, but he didn't answer either. He didn't know what to say. Draco sounded sincere, but Harry wasn't sure if he was ready to spill his heart out to his enemy... though maybe they weren't really enimies anymore.
"Say something," said Draco quietly, feeling increaisngly more awkward. "Please."
"I'm sorry," said Harry, turning slightly so he could look Draco in the eye. "I didn't...I didn't think anyone would find me in here, like this."
Draco was shocked. "What are you apologizing for! I'm glad I found you! I don't want you hurting yourself!"
Harry's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Since when do you care?" he asked, somewhat defensively.
Draco took a deep breath and answered, "Since I realised that I really like you." And in one swift movement, Draco pressed his lips against Harry's, hoping against hope that he'd done the right thing.
A wave of shock washed over Harry, but when Draco slid his tongue along Harry's bottom lip asking for entrance, he decided that he definetly likedwhatever this wasand opened his mouth, inviting the blonde boy's eager tongue inside. He let out a loud moan as their tongues met, tasting and teasing. Draco entwined his hands in Harry's soft hair, deepening the kiss and making Harry shiver.
Harry then moved his tongue along the roof of Draco's mouth, feeling warm hands around his waist. He ran his hands through Draco's silky blonde hair, and Draco pulled the dark haired boy on top of him so that Harry was lying on his stomach,andDraco's back was against the floor. He felt Harry thrust into him and shuddered with pleasure, still not taking his lips off Harry's.
Then Harry moved his mouth reluctantly away from Draco's soft lips, trailing warm kisses down the Slytherin boy's jawline and along his neck, savouring the taste. He started to bite the flesh of Draco's neck gently, hearing him groan loudly. Harry thrust against him one more, creating another wave of pleasure. Draco's lips found Harry's again and he kissed harder, feeling his hard arousal brush against Harry's. His hands found Harry's shirt andhe wasabout to dispose of it, when the most horrible sound brokethe two boysapart.
The door had swung open once again, and a few loud footsteps were heard accross the floor, before a shout of, "What the FUCK!" Harry turned his head quickly towards the door, still lying on top of Draco, the invisibility cloak still hopelessly out of reach.
It was Ron and Hermione.
A/N- So, what do you think? Sorry for ending at a cliffhanger, but I've got to go to my soccer tournament soon, and I really wanted to get this chapter up. What did you think of the kiss? Review please!