Oh, by the way, the characters in this story are all OCC. Its kinda hard
for them not to be so I'm sorry!
After Draco had left Harry dazed by the garden, Harry rushed to his room and plopped down onto his bed to think. He felt confused and frustrated. He didn't like the effect Draco had had on him. From the moment he set eyes on him he had mixed emotions for the boy. It was new and strange and Harry didn't like it. In his old school being gay was taboo and even though he didn't really have a problem with it, it came naturally for him to sort of look down upon it.
//// I'm not gay. This is ridiculous. Why am I even thinking about this? I went out with Jessica just last year and I really liked her. Besides, just because I can see that some guys are good looking doesn't mean that I like guys. Then why do I always feel like touching his shoulders? He does have really nice shoulders. Anyone would want to touch them. I think I wanted him to kiss me before but that doesn't mean that I like him like him...right? I'm not gay! ////
"Harry! Dinner! Hurry before it gets cold!" His mother's voice brought Harry back out of his thoughts and he tried not to think about Draco anymore.
After dinner he watched the telly for what seemed to him like forever. Finally, he gave up on the thought that Draco was coming. Maybe he had misheard him. With disappointment lingering all around him he went to the bathroom for a hot shower. He had stayed in there for much longer than he thought he ever could have and when he was finished he pulled a towel around his waist and walk into his room.
"Do you turn into a girl when you shower? I thought you'd never come out." A voice full of amusement caused Harry to turn quickly around to find Draco lying on his bed.
"Draco! I...umm...thought you weren't coming. Don't you know it's rude not to knock?"
"I didn't think I had to. After all I didn't come through the door," Draco replied as he jerked his head in the direction of the window, "I saw you climb back through the window last week and I thought I could give you a little scare but you weren't even in here."
"It's alright. It's really dark in here, you can turn on that light on that's next to you if you like."
"I'm fine, I like the dark," Draco said slowly as he rose and moved closer to Harry, who had just realized that he was still only wearing a towel so he was right about to move towards his dresser when Draco caught his arm and moved his lips right next to Harry's ear.
"And I like you," Draco softly whispered.
Harry was now very aware of his nakedness and was becoming more nervous by the minute. Then he felt Draco hand him something. A pair of boxers.
"I promise not to look," Draco smirked and Harry quickly grabbed the boxers, which, in turn, made the towel drop. But Draco stuck to his word and not for one second did his eyes waver. Now Harry was unsure of which was worse. Draco seeing him in all his glory or Draco staring him down with the most playful of smirks on his lips.
After pulling the boxers on Harry finally looked Draco in the eye and instinctively backed up just a bit into a wall when he saw Draco advancing on him. This, of course, didn't phase Draco at all and he pressed himself against the smaller, dark haired boy and gently kissed him. Needless to say, Harry was shocked. He truly hadn't expected this and so he just stood there as Draco put one hand behind his head and the other on his neck. Once the initial shock was over, Draco had already found his way into Harry's mouth. And Harry had found himself melting into the kiss, into Draco. Draco soon broke the kiss, though, leaving them both slightly panting. And then, after a quick kiss on Harry's nose, he turned towards the window and left, once again leaving Harry to register and think about what had just happened.
After Draco had left Harry dazed by the garden, Harry rushed to his room and plopped down onto his bed to think. He felt confused and frustrated. He didn't like the effect Draco had had on him. From the moment he set eyes on him he had mixed emotions for the boy. It was new and strange and Harry didn't like it. In his old school being gay was taboo and even though he didn't really have a problem with it, it came naturally for him to sort of look down upon it.
//// I'm not gay. This is ridiculous. Why am I even thinking about this? I went out with Jessica just last year and I really liked her. Besides, just because I can see that some guys are good looking doesn't mean that I like guys. Then why do I always feel like touching his shoulders? He does have really nice shoulders. Anyone would want to touch them. I think I wanted him to kiss me before but that doesn't mean that I like him like him...right? I'm not gay! ////
"Harry! Dinner! Hurry before it gets cold!" His mother's voice brought Harry back out of his thoughts and he tried not to think about Draco anymore.
After dinner he watched the telly for what seemed to him like forever. Finally, he gave up on the thought that Draco was coming. Maybe he had misheard him. With disappointment lingering all around him he went to the bathroom for a hot shower. He had stayed in there for much longer than he thought he ever could have and when he was finished he pulled a towel around his waist and walk into his room.
"Do you turn into a girl when you shower? I thought you'd never come out." A voice full of amusement caused Harry to turn quickly around to find Draco lying on his bed.
"Draco! I...umm...thought you weren't coming. Don't you know it's rude not to knock?"
"I didn't think I had to. After all I didn't come through the door," Draco replied as he jerked his head in the direction of the window, "I saw you climb back through the window last week and I thought I could give you a little scare but you weren't even in here."
"It's alright. It's really dark in here, you can turn on that light on that's next to you if you like."
"I'm fine, I like the dark," Draco said slowly as he rose and moved closer to Harry, who had just realized that he was still only wearing a towel so he was right about to move towards his dresser when Draco caught his arm and moved his lips right next to Harry's ear.
"And I like you," Draco softly whispered.
Harry was now very aware of his nakedness and was becoming more nervous by the minute. Then he felt Draco hand him something. A pair of boxers.
"I promise not to look," Draco smirked and Harry quickly grabbed the boxers, which, in turn, made the towel drop. But Draco stuck to his word and not for one second did his eyes waver. Now Harry was unsure of which was worse. Draco seeing him in all his glory or Draco staring him down with the most playful of smirks on his lips.
After pulling the boxers on Harry finally looked Draco in the eye and instinctively backed up just a bit into a wall when he saw Draco advancing on him. This, of course, didn't phase Draco at all and he pressed himself against the smaller, dark haired boy and gently kissed him. Needless to say, Harry was shocked. He truly hadn't expected this and so he just stood there as Draco put one hand behind his head and the other on his neck. Once the initial shock was over, Draco had already found his way into Harry's mouth. And Harry had found himself melting into the kiss, into Draco. Draco soon broke the kiss, though, leaving them both slightly panting. And then, after a quick kiss on Harry's nose, he turned towards the window and left, once again leaving Harry to register and think about what had just happened.
