Harry reached the Astronomy Tower exactly three minutes early. He rolled his eyes as he saw that Draco was already there, sitting up against the wall and drumming his fingers on his knees. Harry wandered in, still under his Invisibility Cloak, curious to look at Draco when no one else was around. Was he truly constantly smirking? Harry squatted down in front of Draco and peered at his face. He inhaled when he saw Draco, his face calm, stripped of all pretenses. The moonlight came in through a window and settled on Draco's features, making him seem silvery, and almost angelic in Harry's point of view. Harry thought he looked positively beautiful and threw back his cloak, taking Draco in a passionate kiss that left smoke practically coming out of both of their mouths.
"Where did you come from?" Draco murmured seductively, tangling his hand in Harry's messy locks. In response, Harry thoroughly discovered every part of the inside of Draco's mouth. They broke apart, breathless, and Draco smirked and began unbuttoning Harry's robes.
"Wait, Draco." Draco rolled his eyes and looked at Harry.
"Yes?"
"Before we do this, I need to know that you're good, that you're on my side. I don't WANT you to take Voldemort's Mark, and I don't WANT you to be evil forever and I don't WANT you to kill lots and lots of people!" Harry said petulantly.
"I'm....not evil. Can we get back to..."
"I don't believe you! I want you to mean it! Just because you're beautiful doesn't mean you can use me for sex and then leave me on the streets!" Harry pouted and Draco suppressed another eye roll.
"Look, Potter, it's complicated. You wouldn't understand, and you're being very melodramatic."
"OH, MELODRAMATIC, AM I?" Harry roared, seizing something breakable that's conveniently sitting on the ground next to them and throwing it furiously at the wall. He was very put out that Draco had called him by his last name.
Draco jumped back in alarm. "Potter, really, don't freak out."
"WHY ARE YOU LYING TO ME? I CAN'T TRUST YOU! YOU'RE PROBABLY PLOTTING TO TURN ME OVER TO VOLDEMORT TOMORROW!"
"I – what?" Draco was very confused. Where did this come from?
"You heard me. You don't actually care about me, that time in detention meant nothing to you and you don't want to have a relationship with me and you're just like your father and you still hate me and I hate you you evil bastard!"
"Don't say that. Why are you saying that?" Draco said, stalling for time.
"YOU SAID IT, NOT ME!" Harry roared, but there was nothing to throw this time, so he settled for punching the wall. "FUCK!" His knuckles were bleeding now and he sat back against the wall, breathing hard. Draco approached him cautiously.
"Harry, I don't hate you, you do mean something to me." Draco hoped Harry would calm down enough so they could fuck. He was a man with needs, after all.
"You're going to go over to Voldemort." Draco flinched at Harry's casual use of the name and wondered what to say. He was planning to go over to Voldemort, but he just wanted to have a fun fling with a cute boy before he gave up his life to an ugly pug. Was that so much to ask for? Why did he have to get with the cute boy who happened to be the Dark Lord's biggest rival? But who knows, Draco mused inwardly. Maybe Harry will make me see the error of my ways and I'll turn out to be good, or even better, become a spy for the Light! He snorted. "IT'S NOT FUNNY!"
"I know I know I'm sorry I didn't mean to laugh," Draco said quickly, putting his arms around Harry and trying to figure out what to say to reassure Harry without lying. "I'm not going over to him." Oops.
Harry softened visibly. "You're really not?"
"Really." Draco tried to suppress his laughter again. He settled for a smirk. Why was he such a bastard?
Harry smiled and kissed him on the lips. "Thanks." Draco nodded and tried to kiss Harry again, but Harry stopped him. "I'm not really in the mood to do anything right now, Draco."
Draco definitely rolled his eyes, but Harry didn't see. He just snuggled closer into Draco's embrace, feeling at peace with the world. Except for that sharp pain in his knuckles, which were still bleeding. He shook out his hand. "Ouch."
"Here," Draco said, pulling Harry's hand toward him and kissing it gently. Harry smiled at the affectionate gesture; maybe Draco really was good. Harry turned his face up to kiss Draco on the cheek. Draco took the opportunity to latch his mouth onto Harry's, tonguing it deeply, trying to get Harry aroused.
"Draco, I TOLD you, I'm not in the mood!"
"Well Jesus, sorry for trying to make out in the astronomy tower! It's not supposed to be just for cuddling, Harry!"
Harry stood up, furious. "I thought you'd be a little more EMPATHETIC right now, Draco! Or is EMPATHY not a word in the Malfoy family dictionary?" He stormed out, leaving Draco sitting on the floor, completely bemused. What, exactly, had just happened? He came all the way up to this bloody tower and didn't even get a SNOG? Draco grit his perfect, straight, pearly whites and pranced back down to the dungeons, where he went into his conveniently own private room that he had since he was Head Boy, even though I don't know why Dumbledore would make the son of a known Death Eater who was supposed to follow exactly in his father's footsteps Head Boy, but what the hey, Dumbledore always has been a little eccentric, yeah? He flung himself dramatically onto his bed and then realized that no one else was there to witness it, and lay in a more comfortable position.
Harry, on the other hand, was fuming back at Gryffindor Tower. 'He's such a prat, I should have known all he wanted was sex, he doesn't care about me, he's just a dick with no life!' Harry also had flung himself dramatically onto his bed and then remembered that everyone was asleep and lay in a more comfortable position. Harry sighed. 'And the WORST part is I can't even talk to Ron or Hermione about it, because they can't ever know about Draco! They'll never understand!' Harry hugged his pillow miserably and fell asleep, while Draco did the exact same down in his private bedroom.
The next morning, Harry awoke late and realized all his dorm mates were already at breakfast. He cursed himself for being stupid and flew about the room, getting ready and then going down to the Great Hall. When he got there, he sat across from Ron and Hermione, who were holding hands and bumping knees under the table, and determinedly didn't look at the Slytherin table (although he kept sneaking peeks).
"Harry, you look all pale! What's wrong?" Hermione asked gently.
"Nothing, nothing," he muttered, helping himself to a piece of toast with his eyes flickering almost imperceptibly to Draco. Hermione noticed; Ron didn't. She began to piece together everything in her mind. The detention with Malfoy...Harry coming back and something feeling different about him...his good moods...it all clicked. Harry...and Malfoy? Hermione shrugged to herself. Well, whatever makes him happy. But if Ron found out he'd explode. Hermione decided to pull Harry aside before class and ask him about it, but for now just let it go.
Draco stared at Harry almost the entire time he was at breakfast. He had seen him rush into the Great Hall looking disheveled and pale, and wondered if he had got any sleep last night. Draco felt his heart pang as he realized that he really didn't want to hurt the little twit. He was pretty cute, actually. Draco resolved to pull Harry aside before class and talk to him, and finished the rest of his breakfast quickly.
Harry jumped up about ten minutes before class was due to start. "I forgot my Charms book, I have to go back and get it," he said distractedly, and Hermione jumped at the opportunity.
"I'll come with you Harry, I forgot my best quill. See you in class Ron." The two hurried quickly away and once they reached the entrance hall, Hermione pounced, but gently. "Harry, is something going on with you and Malfoy?"
Harry's body literally spasmed. "W-What?" he stuttered, trying to look innocent.
"You and Malfoy. Something happened during that detention, I can feel it. Then you've been in a totally happy mood all the time, and that in itself is unusual because you're usually brooding about something or another, and now you look all unhappy and you looked at Malfoy when I asked what was up. So, you can tell me, Harry. And don't worry, Ron doesn't know."
Harry looked relieved. "God, Herm, I dunno how you figure this stuff out all the time, doesn't it get exhausting?"
Hermione shook her head and said cheerfully, "No, it just comes naturally. So come on, tell me about it."
"Well, in that detention we had to clean the trophy room you know, and we got to talking. Not throwing insults back and forth, just talking. And he was so nice and friendly and we actually have a lot in common, and he is one of the best looking guys in school. So at the end of detention, neither of us really wanted to leave, and I...kissed him."
Hermione gasped. "You kissed him? Wow, Harry, everybody knows Malfoy's flaming but I never even knew you were gay!"
Harry shrugged with a little grin. "So then we got partnered together in Potions and Draco was being an awful tease, and then we met each other in the astronomy tower last night but he kept being a dick. And so now I'm mad at him."
They had reached Gryffindor Tower and Harry suddenly got afraid. "Herm, you can't tell Ron, he'll flip shit! He hates him more than anything and he'll hate me if he knows I like him, if you can even understand that sentence from the amount of masculine pronouns I just used."
Hermione smiled. "Of course I won't tell Ron, you silly git. And I think you should make up with Malfoy."
"You do? Why? I thought you would be mad at me too, because Draco always calls you that bad word and makes fun of you."
"Well of course I hate him, Harry, but I'm your accepting and understanding friend, not your overly-protective-quick-to-anger friend, meaning I have to stay calm about this and think about what's best for you. And Malfoy really does seem to make you happy."
Harry smiled. "Yeah, he does." They scurried to Charms.
Malfoy was utterly frustrated that he couldn't have caught Potter after breakfast because he was with the filthy little Mudblood, and all through Divination he kept making annoyed sounds and smirking. He knew Potter had Charms that morning and after class ran down to the corridor, hoping to catch him. To his luck, Harry was packing up his things slowly when Draco arrived, and Ron and Hermione seemed to have left without him. How perfect. When Harry left the classroom, Draco ambushed him and pulled him into a conveniently empty classroom across the hall from the Charms room. Harry took one look at him and pushed him against a desk, kissing him thoroughly. Draco's eyes widened and he kissed Harry back.
"Listen, Harry, I'm-" But what Draco was Harry didn't care, for he kissed him again with all the passion of someone....somewhere. Draco sat back on the desk and wrapped his legs around Harry's waist, while Harry quickly worked the buttons of Draco's robe, opening it and sliding it off his shoulders. Draco moaned from the touch of Harry's hand to his bare chest. (edited). He undid Harry's robes as well and the boys were both left in their boxers, panting and looking at each other hungrily.
"Do you want this?" Draco whispered. Harry bit his lip, and for a minute Draco thought he was going to back down.
"Honestly, Draco, I don't want our first time together to be in this empty classroom...it's so...unromantic. But I have a better idea," he added and with that, ripped Draco's boxers off and (edited). Draco moaned loudly as Harry (edited); Harry trailed little kisses and licks down Draco's neck and chest and then (edited). Draco gasped and moaned and screamed; Harry was oh-so-talented with that perfect little mouth and tongue and then (edited). Draco was left on the desk sweaty and flushed and panting, and he jumped off it and (edited).
The boys leaned against each other for a few minutes, kissing occasionally and allowing their breath to return to normal, and then Harry said, "I think class started about five minutes ago," and Draco nodded and they reluctantly put their clothes back on. Harry kissed him slowly and lingeringly and they tasted each other in each other's mouths and liked it for some reason. Then they raced to Care of Magical Creatures, both hoping no one would take in their flushed appearances and the fact that they entered together. Of course, no one did, except Hermione, who scolded Harry for being sexual in a classroom while class was going on, and Harry, shocked that Hermione even knew the word sex, just sat with a glazed look on his face while he imagined Draco's talented tongue on him again...and again...and again...
A/N: That's it for chapter 2! Next time, look for more in Draco's private room, Quidditch, broomshed!sex, Potions, and Ron maybe beginning to figure out something's going on. Sorry again about the edits. Thanks so much for reading and please please review! Reviews make me really happy!
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