Harry turned another corner, not set on any certain destination, and he soon came to a stop beside a door that was slightly ajar. From the inside, he could hear things being thrown against the wall. Fierce cursing soon followed, and Harry didn't need to second guess who the voice belonged to. Draco was obviously in an extremely foul mood, and he had taken an empty classroom as somewhere to vent his anger… and possibly make himself get over the fact that he had caught Harry kissing Nott.
Taking a deep breath, Harry tried to calm his nerves before walking inside to attempt apologizing. Once this was somewhat accomplished, he took a step forward and pushed the door open slowly. All of a sudden, a large textbook flew over his head, nearly hitting him in the middle of the forehead.
"It's only me, Malfoy." Harry said; panicking. Before he could change his mind about doing this, he walked quickly inside the classroom and shut the door. Draco was watching him with an intensely furious glare; his hand clutched around his wand and the other hanging at his side.
"What the fuck do you want, Potter?" Draco asked icily, his tone a deathly quiet.
"I just came in here to apologize!" Harry started sharply. He was clutching his own wand inside his robe pocket as he watched the Slytherin from across the room.
"Apologize for kissing someone I had saved you the trouble of being sexually harassed by!" Draco's eyes gleamed, "Save your apologies for someone who cares."
"I didn't do it on purpose! If you were only sensible enough to see that I was caught up against the wall!"
"Just like last time, but this time you kissed him!"
"I had no other choice."
"What was the point of me even helping you then? It was all for nothing. You went easily back to that little bastard, hoping--"
"I WASN'T HOPING FOR ANYTHING!" Harry yelled loudly; his patience wearing thin. It wasn't supposed to turn out like this at all. Why couldn't Draco understand?
They both stood there, their quiet breathing the only sound in the room. If Harry wasn't mistaken, Draco looked somewhat taken aback by his outburst.
"I don't care. You let him do it." Draco finally said, his voice returning to that deadly quiet.
"Malfoy, I didn't want to. You have to trust me. It was the only way he would let me g--"
"I don't care!" Draco interjected. His voice was louder this time, and Harry narrowed his emerald eyes at the boy.
"I thought you said you wouldn't bother with me again."
"I said I wouldn't bother with you. And I'm not; I'm bothered by you. Do you have any idea what it's like to be infatuated with someone that doesn't give a damn about your feelings?"
"No, bu--"
"No, you don't! It bloody kills me. It's going to drive me insane one of these days, and it'll be all your fault!"
"No, it won't!" Harry yelled, his fists clenching. He wasn't going to be blamed for something like this, just because Draco wasn't getting his way.
"Yes, it will!" Draco shouted in return. He approached Harry rapidly, a hand closing around one his shoulders to push him up against the wall. The abruptness caused Harry's eyes to widen in surprise. Draco's other hand pushed against Harry's other shoulder; the wand now seemingly back in his pocket.
"You have no idea what it's like, dreaming of someone so much that you can't sleep at night. Thinking of them so often that it's impossible to concentrate. To want them so bad that you can nearly feel the pain of knowing you'll never get them." Draco's voice was a near whisper by now; his face wasn't too far away from Harry's own. His hands were still pressing hard against the fearful Gryffindor's shoulders.
"Draco… I'm sorry. I really am…" Harry replied quietly, trying to keep himself from trembling. Draco was awfully close, and his shoulders were beginning to ache. All he wanted to do was make these problems disappear. That way they could…
"You can't be sorry, Potter." Draco snapped, his lips forming into a devious smirk. "But I appreciate the concern. Now…"
"Draco…please let go of me." Harry whispered softly. He was beginning to feel like he was suffocating. Suffocating beneath Draco's hard gaze, his cold words, and the way he was lingering so close against him. That was the exact reason why he didn't want anything to do with the other boy. He was afraid.
"Isn't this the way you like it, Potter?" Draco inquired, an eyebrow raised. "I've seen you just like this every time you're with a certain someone else." He pressed himself fully against Harry, not bothering to notice the instant flush rise in Harry's face. The Gryffindor couldn't find himself to lift a hand; he felt weak on his knees.
"Not going to answer me?" Draco asked innocently. However, the innocence sounded more like a plan to get something he wanted. Malfoys couldn't be innocent.
Harry bit his lip. There was no way he could answer. Instead of pushing away or telling Malfoy that he didn't want this, he stayed pinned there like a rag doll. "Fine," Draco said suddenly, "Then you won't mind me believing that's a 'yes'?"
Then, without any clue or warning, Draco pressed his lips firmly against Harry's. The following feeling wasn't the same as their first kiss. Their first had been soft and gentle; Draco had been troubled and eager for comfort then. But now it was forceful and fueled completely by anger. Even so, and even though Draco's touch was desperately searching over his own, Harry was finding that he couldn't pull away.
Harry soon felt the light tracing of Draco's tongue traveling along his bottom lip. Without even thinking about it, Harry's mouth parted willingly, a content moan escaped unexpectedly.
Not very long after that, Harry started grabbing hastily at the sides of Draco's arms in order to stay upright. His hands were gripping Draco's robes weakly, as Draco's tongue explored every inch of his mouth as deemed possible at the time, and teased him by rubbing up against his own. And when he finally drew apart from Harry's lips, he bit lightly on the boy's bottom lip, a warm breath let loose as he drew away completely.
"Not bad," Draco whispered breathlessly.
Harry gasped, almost choking with his own uneven breathing pattern, when Draco's hands ran smoothly over his chest, down from his shoulders, and then towards his legs. They curved around the inside of his thighs and started to stroke them slowly, before moving back out again to wrap around Harry's lower waist. A smirk was playing across the pale boy's face as he felt Harry's startled reaction; the small jump of surprise.
That's when all of Harry's senses seemed to jolt back into him. With a start, he edged sideways along the wall away from Draco. As fast as he could.
But Draco merely stood there, his eyes following Harry as he moved away. His hands had dropped to his sides. His cheeks were a slight shade of pink and his breathing still quick from the kiss. And the unnerving smirk was still playing across his face.
"What's the matter?" Draco finally asked, taking a small step towards Harry.
"You were… your hands…" Harry started. He was still having trouble speaking, and he really did feel like slapping himself so that he could manage to speak a few words and get out of here as quick as he could. He hadn't meant to react this way towards Draco, or his sudden change in behavior. First the Slytherin had been truly furious with him, then on him like someone craving attention, and now he was acting as if nothing had happened.
"I was what?" Draco requested curiously. Another step was taken forward, and he put on a look that appeared as though he couldn't think that he'd done anything wrong.
"You were kissing me… and… feeling me!" Harry exclaimed.
"I was?"
"YES!"
"Oh, and I thought it was just a friendly greeting," Draco drawled sarcastically.
Harry started at him, wide-eyed. Never before had he been in a more… intimate position like that, and Draco had to be the first person. And now he was acting like a complete sarcastic, uncaring git like he always was.
"So this is what I get for trying to apologize!" Harry shouted.
Draco faltered a bit in his steps, and saw that the other boy was starting to back up to leave. "It didn't seem as though you had any objections," he replied calmly.
"Well, maybe I did!"
"Well maybe you should've pushed me away to begin with!"
"I CAN'T!"
"AND WHY IS THAT! I SEEM TO RECALL YOU BEING THE ONE TO KISS ME THE LAST TIME!"
"SO? HOW WOULD I KNOW THE REASON THAT I LIKE YOU!"
There was an awkward silence after Harry had shouted. Draco was staring at him as if he couldn't believe what he had just heard. Harry was now breathing unevenly again, but it had more to do with the yelling than it did the kiss. For some reason, Harry couldn't take looking at Draco for any much longer. Too many assortments of feelings were dashing through him, and he honestly didn't want to deal with it.
"I have to go." Harry muttered darkly. Before Draco could grab a hold of him to keep him in the same spot, the dark haired boy turned around and ran out of the classroom, the door closing loudly behind him. Draco rushed over and opened it again, hoping to get the other boy's attention before he was gone.
"Harry! Wait, I'm sorry!"
This time, it was Harry's turn to not look back.