Deep
Expectations
Chapter 1
Harry shivered as Draco
ran his fingers down his naked body, he had longed for Draco's
touch, his kiss, his love and affection. The heat of Draco's body
was overwhelming for Harry and their distance was no more. Harry
smiled, showing his pearly white teeth. Draco returned it with a
gentle kiss. He moved down to Harry's neck, Harry tilting his head
so Draco could have more access. A groan escaped his mouth. Draco
moved back up to Harry's lips and pressed onto them, parting his
lips he invaded Harry's mouth with his tongue. Exploring and
getting to know each other's mouths. When abruptly Draco stopped
the kiss, he looked into Harry's emerald eyes. There was a sparkle
in Draco's eyes, which Harry didn't understand.
"Harry?"
"Yes?"
"I love you."
Harry
looked up in surprise, he had waited for this moment for so long. All
the nights he had dreamed of this particular moment, it was here. It
was here! Draco was looking in Harry's eyes, waiting for something.
Draco had just confessed his true feelings for him, and Harry didn't
know how to respond. Harry couldn't reveal his emotions and
feelings to anybody, not even Ron. But deep down he knew he loved
Draco, but couldn't inform Draco. Draco unpredictably got up from
his position and sat on the edge of the bed with his back to Harry.
Hanging his head low he said again.
"I love you,
Harry."
Still Harry sat in silence. He couldn't tell Draco
his true emotions, no one knew what Harry had felt and he couldn't
start here. Why was Draco so needy? Why did he have to know my true
feelings? Why couldn't he just fuck me and not need to know
anything about me? Harry thought. Draco heaved a heavy and obvious
sigh. Harry placed his hand on Draco's waist, to try and pull him
back. But instead of doing that he just pushed him away even further.
Draco got up and spun around and glared. God, if looks could kill,
Harry would be on the floor dead. There was a strange glint in his
eyes, which Harry didn't like at all. The next minute Harry was
flat on his back with Draco on top straddling his waist. Harry's
eyes flew open.
"What are you doing?" Harry said
surprised.
"What you want, it's all that you wanted from
the start. You didn't want my love, you wanted my body. You wanted
a toy, I am your toy, and Harry does what you want. "
Draco
swapped positions, and looked in Harry's hurt eyes. Harry got
straight up and walked over to his pile of cloths upon the floor and
got dressed. He looked up at the silhouette of Draco, still lying on
his bed.
"Do you even want me?" Draco whispered.
Fuck!
I had really upset him. I didn't mean to, I mean I love him. oh my
god I just admitted it to myself! I do! I do love him! Harry
thought.
"Draco, I-" Harry started to say
"No
Harry, I have had enough of your games. Get out!"
"But
I-"
"NO! GET OUT!"
Harry stared at Draco who had
leaped off the bed and was he close to Harry's face that he could
see every feature, every detail. Harry leaned in to kiss Draco, their
lips brushed slightly. Draco grabbed Harry's face and pulled him
into a brutal kiss, slipping his tongue into Harry's mouth. As soon
as it started Draco instantly pulled away.
"Now get out."
Draco said against Harry's lips.
"But I have -"
"Get
out Harry. I don't want to be you toy anymore. Just don't come
again, please." Draco's temper got the better of him, "I hate
you for this, but I know I will always love you. I just can't be
with someone who can't love me for who I am. I'll find someone,
don't worry. I'm sorry."
Harry woke up
screaming, his eyes open wide. All he could see was blurs around his
bed, he felt someone put on his glasses and it all became clear. All
of his dorm mates were standing around his bed with worried
expressions on their faces.
"What's wrong Harry?"
Seamus asked, "You're crying."
Harry looked wildly
around, still the memories of the dream streamed through his mind.
Harry wondered if the dream was even a dream, it seemed so real. He
then realised that he was still being watched. Harry wiped the tears
from his face, and sighed.
"Um, I think I'll take a
walk."
There were a few nods and worried looks, but they let
him walk down the stairs towards the portrait.
