DISCLAIMER: Alright listen up. Everyone please be seated, buckle your seatbelt and make yourselves comfortable. Today the journey goes to Slash Island of the HD Association. Of course it would essential to mention that the author does not own anything. Please do not sweet talk the characters, do not feed or pet them, they tend to get attached. If they run off with you, I will be disabled from writing about them.
WARNING: May I also please remind you that this is a slash story, meaning that this contains lovers of the same gender. If this does not strike your fancy, then please take your leave, I do not wish for the characters to feel subjected to prejudices. Thank you!
Replying to Reviewers, yay:
Salena Jonagashi: You shouldn't be able to feel sorry for Harry much longer, I you catch my drift. 'wink wink'
Ranma Higurashi: Ay, ay captain, have updated!
GoddessMoonLady: An entire one-shot of HarryDraco snogging? Methinks I will have to read this, what is it called? Oh, yeah and some more snogging in this chapter too.
QianYun: Well, I sad to read that your spirits were soaring and then dropped, but I would advise you get them soaring again, especially for this chapter. And I do think I will put in some compliments. Answers: Why thank you and you're much too kind. 'Grins'
Morsus: I like my Blaise as well, he is to Draco, what Ron is too Harry, so he should be funny as well.
Zoomaphonethepirate: You do sound intelligent, I'll pass on your words to Draco, maybe he'll come to his senses.
Starrarose: Well, hopefully Mr. Malfoy won't be cruising down that river for much longer.
The all mighty and powerfulM: You said it, how can anyone not like poor, wittle Hawwy? He's so cute.
Quenelle: Oh, he'll be back. Very soon in fact. Very soon
Addmoose2004: Exactly!
FlamencoPenguin: Yes, Ron needs some spotlight as well, so I gave him some. And he'll get some more in this chapter. Now Draco is probably already regretting it. Wait and see.
Muerte Roja: Feed you? Fine, here's your large order of D/H Slash, enjoy your meal.
Sara: I'm not evil. Just because I was sorted into Slytherin and has a certain mean streak doesn't mean that I'm evil…does it? 'Looks pleadingly at everyone'
Sheyda: Oh, they try all they can. If they succeed, well the answer is in this chapter.
Dragon Chronicles
By Nuin
06. Boy Meets Boy.
Dear Merlin, what have I done?
I kissed him.
I bloody well kissed him!
I don't fancy him, I don't.
But I kissed him. And I liked it.
Having him writhing under me as we snogged.
And what's worse is, I want to kiss him again.
I am such an idiot. Why did I give in the first place? But I liked it.
And then I ran out on him.
Fool. That's what I am. A fool. I wanted to kiss him again, I still do.
But I don't fancy him.
I don't fancy that sodding Gryffindor.
…
But he fancies me.
Stupid Gryffindor.
I…
Draco only heard a deep growl before his journal was snatched from him. He looked up to see Blaise standing beside him with a murderous look in his eyes. Behind the dark haired Slytherin stood Pansy eyeing him with barely concealed disappointment. So much for the Slytherin way of hiding your emotions like a professional and not give anyone a look of your vulnerabilities. Draco looked back at Blaise. The brunette sneered and callously flipped through the book to the last written page.
"So it's true." Blaise growled and shook his head in disappointment. "Draco Malfoy, you're an idiot."
"What?" Draco said astounded.
"You had Harry Potter writhing under you. You were snogging one of the hottest guys in Hogwarts. A guy who admitted to fancying you. And you LEFT! You IDIOT!" Blaise roared.
"Wow, thanks for your support, Blaise. It means a lot." Draco snarled offended as he ripped the book back from his dorm mate.
Pansy stepped closer and placed a hand on the blonde's shoulder. She looked down at the seated teen. "Blaise is right. You are an idiot. Harry told you that he fancied you. And you -being the moron that you are - rejected him."
"Do you know how much it took for him to tell you that?" Blaise scorned. "He was absolutely certain that you didn't see him in that way…But he hoped."
"Wait, how do you know that?"
"Duh! I talked to him. He's a great guy, you know. Pansy and I have worked very hard to make sure that he would tell you that he likes you. And then you go and ruin it."
"But-"
"Don't interrupt me, when I'm talking, Draco Malfoy. We are your friends. We want you to be happy. And shouldn't you be happy, when you find out that a guy you like, returns your feelings?" Blaise finished scolding the blonde.
"But I don't fancy Harry Sodding Potter." Draco persisted, glaring at his fellow Slytherins.
"Please, Draco. Don't stay in denial, it's not healthy. You just hurt his feelings, go apologize and make up." Pansy administered.
"But he's a Gryffindor." He tried again, anything to avoid having to admit, what he had a creeping suspicion was true. That he really did fancy the dark Gryffindor.
"So?" Blaise asked nonchalantly. "I'm shagging Finnigan."
"WHAT!"
"Where did you think I got my info on Potter from? An epiphany? Tch. I've been spending a lot of time in Gryffindor Tower these past months. Along the way I got to know the lions for who they are. Snakes in lion's clothing."
"What do you mean?" Draco looked horrified at his best friend.
Blaise grinned and dumped himself casually on one of the beds. "Well, they are all about loyalty and bravery and that crap, of course. But trust me, when they decide to stick up for one of their friends, don't expect them to be prudish about stooping to a more underhanded Slytherin level. They'll do what's necessary." Blaise leaned back against the head, placing his arms behind his neck. "So if I were you, you'd better go apologize to Harry, before something happens to you."
"That's the second time you called Potter, Harry." Draco pointed out, still processing all this new information.
"Well, that's his name isn't it?" Blaise smirked. "Now go! Wouldn't want you to wake up one day missing certain things, now would we?"
"Uh-uh." Draco gulped. "All right, I'll go apologize to him." He began walking out the door, just as he reached it, he turned to look at the brunette Slytherin. "He really fancies me?" He asked.
"Yes, now go get him. Before it's too late and Pansy and I have to look for a new best friend." Blaise sighed, got off the bed and went over to Draco gently pushing the blonde out the door.
When Draco finally, after a few well placed and very long detours, ended up at the portrait of the Fat Lady, the guardian of Gryffindor Tower, he was nervous. He knew he needed to talk with Potter. He wasn't about to deny it anymore. He might feel a little more than the friendship a truce should offer. And he was willing to see if it could become more. That is if he still had a chance.
As he looked up to speak the password, he found the Lady glaring at him. Draco was taken back by the outright loathing in her painted eyes.
"You have no business here Slytherin Child. Go away." She sneered.
"But I need to see Potter." Draco said.
"No, you don't. You've hurt one of my boys more than enough. Such a sweet boy he is. And I will not have you hurt him more." She looked away from him, titling her chin in disgust.
"But I've come to apologize." Draco tried again. "And I have the password."
"Don't bother with the password. Young Miss Granger took the liberty of changing it after you left. A good choice. And it's a little late to apologize. You broke my boy's heart, nasty little Slytherin." She snarled and huffed.
"Please, I really need to speak with him. I'm really sorry that I hurt him. But I can't make it better if you won't let me talk to him." Draco ground out, getting frustrated with her perseverance in keeping him out.
The Fat Lady looked into his eyes as if searching his soul for lies. Then finally she scoffed and opened the gateway. "Very well, just this once. But Merlin and the Founders help you, should you hurt him again."
"Thank you." Draco said relieved and he stepped through.
Though the second he entered the Gryffindor Common Room, he was violently pushed up against a wall. He stared into blazing blue eyes and red bangs were hanging in front of the hate filled eyes. Ronald Weasley growled as he held Draco up by the collar of his shirt.
"You have got some nerve coming back here, after what you did to Harry."
"Wait…WAIT, Weasley." Draco defended himself. "I came to apologize."
"Really?" Weasley drawled, eerily reminiscent of the drawl of one Severus Snape, Potions Master. "I don't believe you." Murmurs from the other Gryffindors in the room agreed.
"Gah." Draco choked as the redhead's hold on his collar tightened. "I just…had this conversation with the Fat Lady. She let me in. Give me a benefit of a doubt."
Weasley cocked an eyebrow, staring at him sceptically. "Fine. But you better not screw up again. We've just learned some interesting new hexes in Defence. You wouldn't want us to seek out a Malfoy test dummy, now would you?" Weasley mocked and let Draco down none too gently.
"Uh, yeah. He's up in the dorm, right? I'll just go find him." Draco quickly dashed up the staircase to the Seventh Year Boy's dorm room and away from the flock of angry Gryffindors. He halted to a stop before the heavy oak door and knocked. A muffled 'come in' replied.
When he opened the door he saw Potter sitting on the bed, legs drawn up to his chest, his arms were slung around them and his head was buried in them. Granger was sitting beside him and she glared at him, just like everyone else had done today.
"What do you want, Malfoy?"
"I wanted to talk to Potter, if that's all right Granger?" Draco asked.
"Haven't you done enough. Go away." She exclaimed.
"No." Draco said determined. "I haven't gone through threats from my friends, the Fat Lady and the Weasel, just to be sent away by you."
She scrutinized his face, before finally answering. "Okay." She turned to Potter and patted his arm. "I'll be downstairs, should you need me, all right Harry?"
Potter lifted his head and nodded, refusing to look at Draco. Granger smiled and left the dorm.
Draco shifted awkwardly on his feet, not knowing how to start. Though Potter decided to help him out. "Will you just sit down, Malfoy?" He said annoyed, Draco was quick to follow the order.
"Umm, Potter." Draco began uncertainly.
"Just spit it out, Malfoy. Say it and get out, so you don't have to spend more time in my lowly presence than necessary." Potter ordered.
"I just wanted to apologize, Potter. I'm sorry."
"For what? What exactly are you sorry for, Malfoy?" Potter glared. "Are you sorry for kissing me? I did ask you to do so. Or are you sorry for yelling at me? Or running away, when I overstepped a boundary, I shouldn't have?"
Draco drew a deep breath, thinking the situation over in his mind again. "Let me ask you a question."
"What?" Potter demanded angrily.
"Do you fancy me? Is it true? Do you?"
"That was three questions." Potter pointed out.
"And all had the same meaning, well, sort of. But do you fancy me?"
Potter sighed heavily, looking down at his feet. "Yes."
Draco smiled and moved closer to the dark haired teen. He wasn't about to back away now. He had thought about this a lot on his way from the Slytherin Dungeons to the Gryffindor Tower. He really had been stupid. He could have this boy, this great looking man all to himself. He already knew that Potter was a great kisser, but what else could he do? He wanted to find out. And in the process he might even come to like Potter. Love was not an issue, yet. Not so early. Though being with Potter would also strengthen their truce and he could prove to Potter and his friends that he wasn't such a bad guy.
Now there was a challenge.
Convincing Weasley that he wasn't all that bad, he wasn't going to say he was good guy. He wouldn't want them to think that he was some kind of Hufflepuff in Slytherin disguise. Which he definitely wasn't. No, he was 100 Slytherin high quality purebred wizard. And it was going to stay that way.
Slowly he lifted his hand to Potter cheek and caressed it, startling the green eyed teen. Inch by inch he scuttled closer until he was nose to nose with the other male. He took a moment to stare into those impossible green eyes. Then he moved in for the kill. He attacked Potter's lips and mouth, tasting it all. They kissed for a few minutes before the need for air made itself noticeable.
Draco reluctantly drew back and smirked at the flustered look on his partner. Potter panted all while looked dazedly at Draco. Then he spoke. "What are you doing?"
"I thought it was obvious, Potter."
"Yeah, well, I thought you said you would never fancy me." Potter replied bitterly.
"Yeah, well." Draco grinned, mimicking Potter's words. "I was stupid…and in denial."
Potter began to laugh slightly. "Oh, my. The world has just come to an end. Draco Malfoy actually saying that he is less than perfect?"
"Hey, I am perfect in every way, for your information. I'm just saying that I too can make mistakes sometimes." Draco huffed.
"Sure, Draco, sure." Potter continued to laugh.
Draco growled, aggravated and decided to punish Potter by attacking his mouth again. They fell back on the bed with Draco on top and kissed hungrily, nearly devouring each other. When their lips parted, Potter whispered. "So what does this make us? I mean, I fancy you, you fancy me. Are we together?"
"Would you like us to be?" Draco drawled huskily.
"Yeah." Potter said breathlessly.
"Then we are, Potter."
"Harry." Potter interjected.
"Huh?" Draco blinked, not catching on.
"If we're together as in boyfriend and boyfriend, then you'll have to call me Harry." Potter demanded.
"All right, Pot- Harry." Draco smirked. "I trust that you would want to do the same?"
"Of course." Pot-Harry answered.
"Then you have my permission to call me Draco. No pet names, only Draco. No, baby or blondie or cutie…though you can call me gorgeous and Master is allowed too." Draco smirked.
"Oh, you are full of yourself." Harry grinned and leaned up to kiss Draco again, to which the blonde willingly complied.
A/N: Yay! Draco and Harry sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G. Oh, and feel free to review!
However this story is not over yet, not even in the vicinity of it. Well, we haven't heard the three magic words yet, have we?
Therefore
Next Time: Our favourite couple is off to a flying start. Though how are the friends handling all of this? And everyone else for that matter
