AN: I've decided to turn this into a full-fledged story. I hope you enjoy this chapter! More on the way and thanks to all who reviewed the first part!
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Chapter 2: From Hatred To Lust
Harry Potter woke with a start. It wasn't dreams of Voldemort that plagued him, however. He was having wonderful dreams about Draco Malfoy and the time they had spent together the night before. He shuddered and got up to get a drink of water. He had ran as fast as he could from the small wall space last night and flew into the common room and up to the boys' dormitory ignoring Ron and Hermione's questions.
Harry had gone to Snape's office, wanting to know what was going on with the Order. Ron had assumed something had gone wrong when Harry came back looking obviously upset. Harry had brushed him away saying that Snape had been being a prat as usual. Ron had hesitated for a moment before accepting the explanation and then leaving Harry by himself.
The rest of the night Harry had tried to get to sleep and get visions of Draco out of his head. It had all been in vain. Draco Malfoy haunted him, even in his sleep. And now Harry would have to go to the Great Hall for breakfast and face Draco and his peers. For once, he was wishing he was anywhere but Hogwarts.
Harry dressed quickly. Everyone else was already downstairs. He was running a bit late and hurried to the common room so he, Ron, and Hermione could go down to breakfast.
Ron greeted him cheerfully, "Good morning, Harry."
Harry gave him a nervous grin and tried to push the events of the night before out of his head.
Hermione gave him a sideways glance as they headed out of the portrait hole. "Are you alright, Harry? You seem kind of jumpy.'
"Yep, I'm fine," he said a bit too quickly.
Hermione didn't seem to believe him, but she let it go. When they reached the Great Hall, Harry tried with all his might to avoid looking at the Slytherin table. He buttered his toast with extra care, filled his orange juice glass three times, and cut his eggs up into minute pieces. Still, he eventually found his gaze wondering to the table where Draco Malfoy sat.
And then Harry spotted him. His appearance was as orderly as ever. Not one blonde hair was out of place and his tie was perfectly straight. In fact, the only thing that looked different about him was his eyes, or rather where they were looking. They were aimed right at Harry.
Harry struggled to maintain their staring contest, knowing that he would be the first to look away. He dropped his gaze and returned to his food, but he didn't forget the feeling of those striking gray eyes looking at him hungrily.
Classes went by quickly for Harry. The only good thing was that he had none with the Slytherins that day. He still had to see Draco at lunch, however, but Harry thought he did a pretty good job of avoiding Draco's piercing gaze.
Charms was Harry's last class of the day and it was with a relief that he exited the classroom, glad that this stressing day was almost over. Ron and Hermione had begun to lead the way back to Gryffindor when Harry stopped walking.
"Er…I'm gong to go send an owl," Harry said in a rush.
Ron and Hermione looked at each other, puzzled. "To who?" Ron asked.
"Fred and George," Harry lied quickly. "They wanted me to owl them around Halloween. They said that they are going to have some new products to tell me about."
Ron shrugged and he and Hermione said hurried goodbyes before leaving him alone in the middle of the corridor. Harry sighed in relief. He didn't much feel like going back to the common room and trying to deal with the noise and people in Gryffindor Tower. Perhaps he would go to the Owlery and visit Hedwig.
Harry had just started on his way when someone grabbed him roughly from behind. He tried to scream, but the person had put a hand over his mouth. His attacker dragged him to an empty classroom and closed the door behind them. The person let him go. Harry turned around. It was Draco Malfoy.
"What the hell are you doing?" Harry whispered forcefully. He didn't want any stray people wandering in the corridors to hear them.
Draco shrugged. "I only have a minute. I was thinking maybe we could do something tonight." He raised his eyebrows suggestively and Harry felt his face go hot.
He concentrated on looking down at his feet and not at the boy in front of him. "Er…I don't know…"
"Good," Draco said. "Meet me at seven at the same place as yesterday. Do you remember how to get there?"
Harry nodded weakly. Draco gave him a short nod and then turned to leave. Just as he had his hand on the door knob he turned around and kissed Harry roughly. He then left without a word.
Harry sighed and sat down on the cold floor of the classroom. He licked his lips slowly and almost smiled at the irony of the situation. Draco Malfoy had invoked more emotions in him than any other person. He had felt such strong hatred for him. He still did, but now lust was taking precedence over the hate.
Harry ran a hand through his already messy black hair and the ironic smile disappeared from his face. He couldn't meet Draco tonight. No matter what some parts of his body wanted, his brain was telling him that getting involved with Draco Malfoy could only mean trouble. They were on different sides of a war. Not to mention what Ron and Hermione would think if they knew he was having a tryst with their supposed enemy. And then of course there was the fact that he was male. Harry's face burned at the thought. He had come to terms with his odd feelings over the past year, but it still made him embarrassed every time he thought about it.
All the facts were telling Harry that he shouldn't go tonight. He promised himself that he wouldn't. There was no possible way that it could happen. Draco would have to find someone else to satisfy him.
Harry stood up and headed to the Great Hall for dinner. This time he didn't glance at the Slytherin table once. Having made his decision, he didn't think he could look Draco Malfoy in the eyes and stick to it.
After dinner, Harry went back to the common room with Ron and Hermione and tried to busy himself doing homework and playing chess. He couldn't help but notice with seven o' clock rolled around and his insides gave a guilty squirm.
"I'm going to go to bed," he said to Ron, though they were in the middle of a chess game. "I'm not feeling very well. Hermione can play," he muttered.
Ron gave him a concerned look, but Harry ignored him and ran up the dormitory as fast as he could. He collapsed on his bed in a heap and sighed loudly.
Draco Malfoy was waiting for him in a small space in the dungeons, waiting to kiss him, and take off his clothes. Harry moaned softly at the thought. But the consequences far outweighed any gain that he would get, Harry tried to tell himself.
It was no use. For every reason why he shouldn't go, his body was reminding him of the feelings he had experienced the night before. Harry looked at his watch. It was almost eight. Malfoy had probably figured out by now that Harry wasn't coming. Would he be angry? Disappointed? Or would he just find someone else?
Harry hoped Draco didn't corner him and invite him somewhere again. He didn't think he would have the discipline to say no.
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Draco Malfoy was angry. It wasn't often that he allowed himself to get into this out-of-control state. No, usually he let discipline rule his life, like any Malfoy should. He was usually content to mutter under his breath, but right now he was livid. He wanted to punch something, preferably something with messy hair, and stupid black specs.
Draco balled his hands into fists. Harry Potter had not arrived at the specified time and place. Was it possible that he had not heard him correctly? No, Draco was sure he had been clear. The only possible explanation was that Harry Potter was purposely avoiding him.
Well, Harry Potter would find out what a mistake that was. No one avoided him. After all, he was a Malfoy. Reassuring himself slightly, Draco relaxed his fingers and sighed as he made his way back to the Slytherin common room. Potter would learn soon enough how things went when you were dealing with a Malfoy.
He hurried into the common room and slammed the door behind him. People looked up from their various activities to give him dirty looks. Draco ignored them. Crabbe and Goyle were sitting on one of the green couches that sat in the room, looking lost as to what they should do without him.
When they spotted Draco, they ran up to him, looking ready to take orders. Draco held up a hand signaling them not to follow him as he went up to their dormitory. Draco opened the door roughly. Theodore Nott was rummaging through his trunk.
"Get out," Draco ordered. Theodore gave him a dirty look, but he knew where his place was. He hurried out of the room, giving Draco his much-wanted privacy.
Draco lay on his bed and slowly began to replay the events of the night before in his head. He had called out to Potter in the dungeons. Potter had followed him to the tiny space hidden near the dungeons. Draco didn't remember what had happened before they kissed. He just knew that he had never felt so much emotion in such a short period of time.
They had kissed and groped and tore at each other until their clothes had lay at their feet. And then they had made each other feel as if they were the only two people in the world. Draco sighed and stuck a hand in his boxers.
It wasn't fair. How could Harry Potter do that to him? Harry Potter should have been thanking his lucky stars that Draco felt such passion when he was near him. Instead he had blown him off. Stupid Harry Potter…with his idiotic green eyes…and moronic Golden Snitch boxers. Draco groaned and bit his lip so he wouldn't be so loud.
He yawned and turned around in his bed. Tomorrow, Harry Potter would pay.
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