Little Oro: I'm not quite sure when I'm going to get the hot pink high heel story out, because I'm quite busy with school right now (damn university) but please check back every once in a while. I promise I will eventually get it finished.
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Nicola, Fuseki, Lovly Elley, and everyone: Sorry it took me so long to get this posted. I had a certain fiancé of mine visiting. And as I hadn't seen him since Christmas…
A Very Thin Line
Part 2
That night found a certain Gryffindor and a certain Slytherin sitting on the frigid dungeon floor relabeling bottles of potions ingredients. Harry swore Snape had deliberately stripped all the paper labels off the glass jars just for this occasion.
Detention had been uneventful so far, but Harry knew by now that where Draco Malfoy was involved that very rarely meant anything.
He also knew the Malfoy heir was not one to disappoint.
"So, Potter, for how long have you and the Weasel been going at it?"
"What!" Harry was practically screeching. "There's nothing between Ron and me! Nothing! He's my best mate!" Draco fancied Harry looked slightly green at the idea.
"So, no boyfriend then?" He paused. "Judging by the way you're blushing and only looking at the floor, I'd say that's a yes."
Great; now he got to be teased by Malfoy for being both gay and single. "Yes, no boyfriend," Harry muttered sullenly. But that's all he got out before he was pushed onto his back and soft lips claimed his.
Draco's hand cupped the back of his head, cushioning it from the harsh stone floor. That did nothing for his back however, the contrast between the extreme cold beneath him and the warm body on top of him sending a delicious shiver up Harry's spine.
It was nothing like what Harry would have expected. Had anyone told him he would be kissing Draco Malfoy he would have braced himself for a sexual embodiment of their usual rage towards one another, cruel and unyielding, punishing, all teeth and awful force. Instead lips pushed against one another with just enough pressure, tongues tentatively twining together, bodies pressed flush from thighs to chest. Instead it was tender, almost…loving.
The gentle urgency caused a moan to float up from one of them, or both of them; neither of them could tell and neither of them cared. Harry reached up, fingers tangling in silky blonde strands. Hands fisted in his robes, then delved inside, dancing over the band of skin revealed between pants and shirt.
The kiss seemed to go on forever, and yet it wasn't nearly long enough. Both boys broke away, lightly gasping for air through slightly swollen lips. Draco laughed softly at the look on Harry's face staring up at him, eyes wide and cheeks flushed.
Harry's mind was whirling. 'Not that I'm complaining – ' "But you hate me!"
Draco shrugged, laughing anew at the disbelief that was more than apparent in Harry's voice. "Well, they do say there's a thin line between love and hate. It just happens to be thinner in our case than in most," he paused, pretending to look thoughtful. "I guess I just have a soft spot for saviours of the wizarding world. Plus, I always get what I want. And I've wanted you for quite some time now," he said cheerfully.
A throat was cleared from behind them and they craned their necks from their position on the floor to see Snape at the doorway, one brow arched, arms crossed, clearly expecting an explanation as to why Draco was currently straddling his archrival. Not that he truly wanted to know; he already had a sickeningly good idea…
There was a flash of pain in Harry's cheek, followed by a throbbing as Draco's fist connected with it. The blonde Slytherin stood up, brushed the dirt off his robes as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened and calmly walked out the door, throwing a "See you at tomorrow's detention, Potter," and a wink over his shoulder.
Yes, Draco Malfoy always got what he wanted.
There! My first Harry Potter fic finished! Hope you enjoyed. A review would be nice…
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