Disclaimer: Woman in Britain…. Makes a lot of money…. Known as JK Rowling, whom we all worship for ever inventing this story called Harry Potter.
WARNING! Character death in a later chapter. This story also contains SLASH! First couple chapters have moderate language. If you don't approve, don't read. That said, I hope you enjoy the story.
Kisses Were Never Meant to Hurt Ch. 4
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Sleeping was hard for both Harry and Draco that night. The fight with Ron had made Harry uneasy, and Draco became very irritable due to what Snape had said to him. He tossed and turned, got tangled in the bed sheets, untangled himself, turned again, hit his head on the headboard, grumbled and cursed out loud, turned once more, and felt himself fall from the bed and hit the floor with a hard smack. Maybe it was time for his favorite boredom-beater; a night time walk around the Hogwarts grounds.
Draco ripped off the sheets that tightly wound themselves around his body, and stood up. He looked around the room and saw that Crabbe was sleeping, hanging rather, half off and half on his bed. He sniggered. Everybody else seemed to be asleep completely, so he slipped on his shoes and threw his green velvet cloak around himself. Draco loved how the fabric immediately clung to his body and felt heavy against him. The inside was made with smooth gray dragon hide that protected him from unwanted spells. 'It was definitely worth it,' he thought.
Silently, Draco turned the golden knob on the boy's dormitory door, and slipped out, past a ghost that was about to invite itself in. Ghost or not, he didn't want anyone aware that he was leaving. He cast a silencing spell on his shoes so he wouldn't be heard walking down the great hall towards the entrance of the castle. Draco pulled on the wall torch that was shaped like a snake, and a trapdoor opened that lead out of the Slytherin common room through many other high-security doors, and knew exactly where he wanted to go.
Harry Potter sat on the cold stone floor in the boys' bathroom, knees held up against his chest, and gazed out the window at the night stars. How he would give anything to be a star, he thought, and then sarcastically laughed at himself, for he had just realized the obvious pun in that sentence. He didn't want to be a star. He wanted to be Harry Potter, the boy who loved Draco Malfoy and not be criticized for it. Woah! Where did that come from? Suddenly Harry knew just what he needed: a talk with Hagrid, whether it was dark or not. He jumped up, put on his slippers, flung on his invisibility cloak, found his wand, and practically slammed the door to the boys' dormitory as he left.
As soon as Harry descended down the staircase to the common room, he saw someone sitting upright on the couch in front of the fire. It was Ron, and he was muttering softly about something. Harry couldn't resist the urge to suddenly put the fire out by spell, and when he did, Ron squeaked in fear and Harry sniggered.
Quick as he could, Harry left the common room and made his way outside. He knew Hagrid would still be up doing his last round of flobberworm feeding before he put them back in their cases. He ran down the stone staircase where Malfoy had been sitting a few days before, and found the path that passed the lake and lead to the secluded area next to the forest. He knew exactly where Hagrid's hut was, dark or otherwise. Harry always went to Hagrid if he felt the need to vent, because he knew Hagrid could hold him back from punching someone. He finally saw the black lake water glistening in the moonlight, and stopped dead in his tracks. Someone was sitting on a rock right in front of the lake, tearing the leaves off a tree branch. Harry took a few steps closer, squinted, and saw that that person had amazingly white-blonde hair, and was wearing a familiar green velvet cloak; it was undoubtedly Draco Malfoy. What he was doing here, Harry did not know, but he had every intention to throw dirt at him.
When the dirt hit Malfoy in the back, Harry heard an immediate response. "Yes Potter, I know you're there, I heard your footsteps coming down the pathway. You really should take better care at disguising yourself you know;" he sighed. "a simple invisibility cloak won't always do the trick."
"Why are you down here?" asked Harry in a cold tone.
"Why are YOU asking ME why I'M down here?" responded Malfoy angrily.
"Why are you being such an ass about it?" asked Harry, this time calmer. He took off his invisibility cloak, and set it down next to where he was standing. Malfoy had his back turned to Harry, and didn't even turn around to speak to him.
"Come over here," he commanded.
"Why?" asked Harry.
"Because you ask too many questions. Just do it." Malfoy sounded angry now.
Harry stepped toward the rock, and saw that Malfoy had just completely ripped apart his fourth tree branch.
"What did that poor tree ever do to you?" asked Harry, purposely trying to annoy Malfoy. He didn't answer. "I said, what di-" he started to ask again.
"NOTHING! THE TREE DIDN'T DO A DAMNED THING, OKAY!" yelled Malfoy.
"Jesus, I was just kidding…" said Harry softly, surprised at Malfoy's sudden change of character. "What's up with you? A few hours ago you wanted to snog me senseless, and now you're yelling because I was trying to joke around?"
"I'm in no mood to joke," Malfoy snarled.
"That's obvious," said Harry, feeling slightly annoyed.
Malfoy suddenly turned around to face Harry, got down off the rock, and fixed his cloak so that it wasn't wrinkled from sitting down.
"Come here," he demanded again. This time Harry approached him. "Put your back against that rock." Malfoy pointed to where he was sitting, and Harry did as he was told. Malfoy moved in closer, put his hands on Harry's waist, and kissed him. When he finished, he said in a soft voice, "Don't even say anything. We both know we want it, we both know we love it, and we both know we aren't exactly in love…" Harry cut him short. "Teenagers don't know love, but" he began, but Malfoy finished. "Teenagers know lust, and I know I feel something beyond that… so keep quiet." Harry let Malfoy kiss him again as he felt the waistband of his pants get untied, and Malfoy's hands exploring. Malfoy withdrew his hands, dropped his pants, and turned Harry around. He knew where this was going, and had no intention of stopping it.
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A/N: I'm SO sorry this took so long to update! I was doing some major plot revisions, and I think you'll like the story much better now that it's been switched to Draco/Harry instead of Harry/Draco. New action too… it'll get more interesting, and you'll find out what happens between Harry and Ron, and the Draco/Daddy/Snape problem triangle. This is chapter 4 of probably 11 or 12, so there's plenty more to come. :) Thank you to everyone who's reviewed… your reviews are my inspiration to continue, as always.Next chapter will be up soon.