"Draco?" Harry questioned, feeling slightly nervous.
The Slytherin didn't answer. He seemed to be ignoring Harry. Maybe he's still angry about me ratting on him… Harry thought miserably. Though he thought it to be terribly immature. When had Draco cared about what happened to him? He was usually calm and composed about everything.
"Draco, what's wrong?" Harry repeated. Draco's footsteps quickened.
Harry was becoming impatient. He wanted to know what was wrong, and the other boy didn't even care. For once, he was trying to be friendly, and trying to get along, and now Draco had to refuse it. Or maybe it was just too late? "Draco! Stop for a second, won't you?" Harry called loudly. He was just about to run up to catch up to him, when he whipped violently around.
"What do you want, Potter! Do you want to apologize again? Is that it?" Draco's tone could've made Peeves wince. Harry backed up, having stopped a few inches away from the other boy in a hurry to catch up to his strides.
"I just asked you what was wrong!" Harry countered back defensively.
"Oh, you want to know what's wrong, do you?" Draco asked, his eyes narrowing treacherously. "Let's see… well, a certain someone just gave me away to my Head of House, just so that I could receive three weeks of detention! Let's not forget that I've landed myself no privileges to do the one thing I actually can do in this bloody school, without getting wound up by every bloody person here!"
"But Dr--"
The other boy continued as if he hadn't heard him. "And I appreciate this greatly, Potter. Very much so! Considering how in three weeks, I'll be leaving to go home for Christmas break!"
"That's good, is--"
"IT ISN'T GOOD, POTTER. YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME!" Draco roared. By now, the fact that they were standing in the hallway across from the Headmaster's office, wasn't occurring to either of them. Harry felt as if he was being torn apart and put back together in the most uncomfortable of ways, and Draco seemed to be having another emotional breakdown.
"And you… you just can't seem to get your head straight. You appear to like me, but you keep on denying it! You keep on running away from me. What's so wrong with me, hmm? I've been trying to be nice, but I can't. Because the Golden Boy would rather watch me squirm in discomfort than accept that his worst enemy wants to gain his attention!"
"That's not true!" Harry shouted suddenly. His patience for listening to Draco had worn thin, and he didn't enjoy being berated at for something that wasn't true. Draco had fallen quiet. "I don't enjoy seeing you like this." Harry persisted quietly.
"Then what is it?" Draco shot bitterly. "Are you turned on by seeing me angry, and then when things get too dangerous, you run away like a scared little Gryffindor?" He took a swift step forward, which made Harry stumble back in surprise.
"N-no… I just want to know what's bothering you…" Harry responded. He was trying to keep up the strong Gryffindor demeanor, but it was slowly disintegrating as Draco got closer.
"I already told you what was wrong." Draco retorted icily.
"Yeah… but you don't seem happy about going home… usually you brag about going home for the holidays every year… about all the gifts--"
"It's different this year, Potter." Draco snapped.
Then a dawning realization came to Harry. He had completely forgotten about Draco's father being in Azkaban. And it was all because of him. Harry wasn't sure what sort of impact this left on Draco, but something was undeniably altered. If Draco was so angry about his father being put away… then why was he trying to be here with him? Becoming close to him would only make things worse..
"Oh." Harry mumbled. It was the only comprehensible word he could use at the moment.
"So, are you satisfied now?" Draco asked.
"S-satisfied?" Harry squeaked anxiously. At the moment, he couldn't tell what Draco was referring to. He had gotten incredibly close, with only the wall behind Harry to support him if he wanted to take a step back.
"You know what's bothering me now. Do you want to leave me alone?"
As Harry dared to look up into Draco's storming gray stare, he caught a brief glimpse of expectation there. However, it was so quick that Harry didn't know if it had actually been there or not. Draco wanted him to stay? Even when he was angry?
"No… I mean.. not really." Harry replied. "I mean… I'll leave you alone… I just.."
Draco watched him intently as he stumbled over his words. Harry was caught between flitting his eyes to the floor, or back up at Draco. He saw the pale Slytherin's tongue run over his lips, stopping at a corner, before he spoke up a second later, stepping forward. "You want to stay?" Draco asked artlessly. He brought up a hand so that his fingers could trace lightly down Harry's neck and slowly over his chest. A smirk was playing mischievously across his face. "Do you mind me touching you?" Draco questioned.
A warm, sudden shiver shot through Harry. Draco's fingers left a tingling sensation over his skin; his words seemed to draw him nearer. Harry felt, once again, weak on his knees. "N-no," Harry stuttered. A sharp intake of breath was taken, and he closed his eyes for a few seconds. His breathing was beginning to lose condition on staying on track.
"How about tasting?" Draco inquired, leaning forward. Before Harry could possibly let that sink in and respond, he felt lips brush against his left ear. An instant tremor of excitement and nerves shot through him this time. His hands lifted to grab hold of Draco's sides, pulling him closer.
"I guess you don't mind?" Draco whispered, his warm breath ghosting over his skin. Harry soon felt a tongue licking the sensitive part of his ear. Teeth soon followed, nipping at it teasingly. Harry certainly couldn't find himself to speak; his eyes were closed again, trying to control his reactions to Draco's touch.
Draco willingly followed the pull of Harry's hands, pressing himself against the other boy so that he could feel the inviting warmth. His tongue traveled its way down from Harry's ear to down along Harry's neck. Harry let out a whimper; the closest thing he could get to words of approval. This seemed to rouse Draco even more. Harry could feel hot kisses moving further downwards, followed by hands that began to pull up on his shirt. The Gryffindor's breathing was coming quicker, his eyes still closed and his head tilted to allow Draco access to more skin.
"You taste… delicious." Draco's head lifted, and the same smirk was playing across his face. His breathing seemed to be a bit uneven as well, but he also happened to look more collected than Harry. At the moment, the emerald gaze was focusing solely on the floor.
"Are you shy, Potter?" Draco asked. Hands crept up Harry's shirt, running smoothly over heated skin. Draco could feel a light shiver travel through the other boy. However, it did make Harry look up, his green eyes bright and his lip between his teeth. "That's better." Draco said, pleased.
Draco grinned, appearing more Slytherin than before, and then leaned his face forward. They were only a few inches apart now, and Draco could feel Harry's warm breath. "This won't do." He spoke quietly. A hand slid out from beneath Harry's shirt, only to bring his hand up to Harry's lips. Smooth fingers ran along Harry's jaw, and the lip he had been holding between his teeth was released.
"Draco…" Harry breathed.
"Yes?" Draco replied calmly. His fingers ran distractedly down to trace back and forth over Harry's neck. His gaze was locked on the Gryffindor's.
"I'm sorry… for… treating you like I have…" He whispered.
"I don't think it's all your fault…" Draco added softly. "I haven't treated you with complete care and kindness as I should have."
There was a brief moment where they paused, and all breathing seemed to stop, as they thought about what they had just said. Was it some sort of conclusion as to how they were going to treat each other from now on? Was it an apology and an acceptance for wanting this? Wanting each other?
"Draco--" Harry started.
"I can never be too sure, Harry, but does this mean you don't mind being liked by me?" Draco knew he had interrupted Harry, but by the look on the other's boy face, what he was about to ask seemed to lay on the same lines. "That you like me as well?"
Harry's cheeks tinged a bit red. "Yes… I have for a while."
"A while?" Draco questioned.
"I just didn't know how to… react." Harry admitted; his eyes were back on the floor.
"I don't see why you're so nervous around me," Draco commented. His hand was lifted to cup Harry's chin and lift his face upwards again. "Well, maybe I can think of a few reasons, but I'm glad you've finally gotten some sense to try what you've been missing." The smirk reappeared.
Harry blushed even darker, before a smile touched his lips. "You never get tired of complimenting yourself, do you?" Harry asked teasingly.
"Not at all. I'm too perfect to not mention it to myself."
Harry was about to roll his eyes, but it seemed as though the temptation had overrun Draco's mind, and Harry felt warm lips come in contact with his own. Draco's eyes had fluttered closed, and very soon after Harry's had as well. The touch was exhilarating; the kiss much more fervent than the others. Draco's tongue ran across Harry's bottom lip, wordlessly wanting the kiss to go further. Harry, without needing to think, parted his lips and felt Draco's warm tongue slip inside. He let out a muffled moan, letting himself be explored upon. This didn't seem to bother Draco at all; doing all the tasting himself.
And this seemed to go on for quite awhile, in which Harry hoped this would go on forever. Draco's touch drove him towards the maximum amount of pleasure, his body arching against the other's boy, hoping to get closer. His entire body felt warm and tingled all over, and he, for a moment, wondered if Draco was feeling the same exact way.
But then… Harry heard voices in the back of his head. He didn't know why they were there, but they sounded like two people that were dreadfully familiar.
"It wasn't me, Professor… I swear!"
"Do not tell me what you didn't do. I saw you, so there's no use in defending yourself."
"But--"
"NO, MR. FINNIGAN! I will not tolerate another Gryffindor's childish behavior! I've already had to deal with one of you today."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"Who?"
"That is none of your concern. I'm taking you to the headmaster to get you straightened out. It's the fifth time this has happened, and I was lucky to find you this time, instead of the caretaker."
"C'mon, it's only a dung bomb, what harm can it do?"
"You set it off in the Slytherin dungeons. How daft can you be!"
"Are you allowed to call me that, Professor?"
Then, Harry heard faint footsteps that grew steadily louder each second. They didn't sound like they were coming from the back of Harry's mind anymore… they sounded… close. Suddenly, Harry pushed Draco away, the contact breaking and his breath coming out in gasps.
"What--" Draco objected.
There was silence now, and Draco looked extremely confused as to what was wrong. Maybe a bit hurt as well. But, as the Slytherin looked to glance at Harry, he saw the boy wasn't paying any attention to him. He was staring hard at the floor again, trying to push his shirt back into its rightful place quickly. That's when Draco whipped around.
All color, if it were possible, drained from Draco's face. Standing stock still, holding an expression of repulsion and shock, with a pair of dark eyes narrowed dangerously, stood Professor Snape. Right beside him, clutched by the back of the robes and looking shell-shocked, was Seamus Finnigan.