AN! Right, so, I feel kinda bad coz I am crappy at writing stuff! But, you guys seem to like it, especially poisonandpearls but maybe that's coz I bullied her into reading this stuff. Yeah, I'm putting in a spesh dedication to Flyingsoul coz I wanna say happy birthday and I have stole her as my plot bunny! Lol! So, forwards we go! Btw, slash warning! Just so you know! Heather xox
Draco shifted his weight, laughing quietly at the moan that escaped Harry's lips from the contact their hips made. Leaning down again, he attached himself to Harry's neck, sucking gently, yet moving to the other side every now and then, carefully making sure that he didn't leave any marks.
Harry let his head fall back and he relaxed into the feeling. Emotions ran through his head, but he didn't any attention. He focused on running his hands through Draco's hair and down his back.
Moving away from Harry's neck, Draco kissed along his jaw and back to his lips. Drawing him into a searing kiss, Harry rolled over so that Draco was lay on the bed with Harry's raven hair falling over his face.
Harry started move away, kissing down Draco's jaw, along his neck, pausing slightly to lick over his Adam's apple.
'Tease,' whispered Draco, moving his head slightly to give Harry better access.
Harry hummed against his neck whilst moving his hands down the others sides, causing the blonde to gasp slightly as he felt them brush his hips, and run up and down his thighs.
Moving his own hands, he pushed Harry's shirt up and ran his hands along the bare back he had access to. Feeling the way the muscles shifted under his as Harry moved, Draco marvelled at the strength of the other teenager. It was only then that he realized that he couldn't feel any weight on his lower half. The Gryffindor was holding himself over Draco, whilst kissing his neck.
Harry wasn't being as careful as Draco had been. He made the marks large and purple, obvious to anyone close enough to look at Draco's collar. Biting down on Draco's collarbone, Harry thought about everything that had happened. It was obvious that they had been set up, but he wondered who it could have been. It clearly wasn't Ron because, unlike his best friend, he couldn't stand any of the Slytherins, let alone organize something with one of them. Maybe it was…no, it couldn't have been Hermione, could it? But, she didn't know, I only told her this morning. Then again, she was stuttering before, no, it wasn't her. It couldn't have been, could it? Who would she have talked to about it? Who would have wanted to get me and Draco together?
'Potter!' Draco's voice broke through his musings.
'Hmm?'
'Are you still here? Or am I boring you?'
'What? Oh, no, it's just…nothing.'
Draco looked hurt as he rolled away from underneath the other boy. Quickly straightening his clothes, he turned towards the door.
'Well, this was fun,' he said, his voice dripping venom, as he reached for the door handle. 'Hope you enjoyed yourself too, Potter.' He spat, turning the handle and making as if to leave. He walked straight into the door.
'What the fu…?' he said, shaking his head and standing up. Again, he reached for the door handle and twisted it. Pulling slightly, he made sure he had opened the door. Again he walked forward, and hit the door again. This time he fell flat on his back and lay there, pondering the situation.
Great, I'm stuck in the Room with someone who clearly wants to be somewhere else, someone who I was just getting off with, someone who I'm in love with. Great, just bloody great.
He got up slowly, wincing at the pain he felt in his tailbone. Moving carefully, he placed himself in the chair next to the window. Curling up so that he could put his hands round his knees, he looked over at Harry, who was looking at anything but him. After a while he spoke.
'Potter, there is no need for you to completely ignore me. We are stuck in this place until I can figure out a counter spell for the charm on the door.'
'There's no need,' said Harry, so quietly in fact that Draco thought that he had shocked him out of his revere.
'I beg your pardon?'
'I said there's no-'
'Yes, I heard what you said. I meant, what do you mean?'
'It's one of Hermione's spells. She uses it when Ron and I have fallen out. She locks us in a room, usually the dorm, until we sort out whatever is wrong. But…why would she have…unless…'
Here we go again thought Draco, as Harry wandered over to the bed and sat down thoughtfully. I hope that he isn't like this all night! That would be pretty boring.
'What are you thinking about?' he asked quietly, not wanting to startle the other boy as he sat down next to him.
'Well, you see, I was wondering how this had happened. That's what I was thinking about before. I mean, I've liker you for ages and I never thought that you were gay. I thought you had been dating Parkinson since first year, and never really thought about what I would do if you ever found out that I liked you. And…well, I never really thought that we would be locked in the Room all night together. Really, you know?'
'Yeah, I think I understand. I mean, all that stuff with Pansy that was a cover up because if my father found out about my being gay, he would disown me and the chances are that I would turn up dead within a fortnight. Probably sooner. So, I never really thought much about why we were here. I told Pansy that I liked you and she's been really supportive and stuff and she always said that she would try her hardest to hep me and so, I kind of assumed that she had done this. I mean, it's too big of a coincidence that we are here at exactly the same time, with both of us looking as hot as we do, isn't it?' he said the last sentence with a grin, looking into Harry's eyes, and shifted closer to him.
'Yeah, I know. Come here.' Harry opened his arms and made a gesturing motion with them. Sliding up the bed, he leant against the headboard and wrapped his arms around the slim torso in front of him. Leaning his head against Draco's shoulder, he hummed a tune, not quite sure what it was. Then he started singing quietly.
'Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you.'
'Shut it, Harry,' growled Draco, smiling to himself.
'Do you realize that's the first time you have used my name? I mean my first name.'
'Yeah,' he said slowly, not wanting to fall into a trap.
'I hope you continue to use it.'
'Why?'
'Coz I kind of like it when you say it.'
'Okay.'
Okay! So, it's over! I think, for now! I might put in a little stand alone ending for you guys who convince me that yew actually like this and aren't just laughing at me! So, yeah, thanks to my exams (weird, I know) for helping me get through my writers block! I made it! Yay::sheepish grin:
Yeah, see you on the reviews page! Heather xox
