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Word Count: 1522

Title: Too Good To Be True

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Beta: Aya & ViolaMoon

Hogwarts

Assignment 3: Culinary Arts: Pasta: Task #3 - Ravioli: Write about someone who's full of themselves (conceited/self-centered)

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Prompt 415 [Romantic Pairing] Harry/Draco

[77] Discreet

Harry was hiding behind the trophy case when he saw the footsteps of his swift footed nemesis, followed by Argus Flitch on the Marauder's map, he didn't expect Malfoy to duck behind the trophy case as well, and upon recognizing one another, Harry needed to put a hand over Malfoy's mouth to stop them both from getting busted for being out after hours. As soon as the footsteps disappeared, as well as the meowing of Mrs Norris, Harry gestured that he would remove his hand from Malfoy's mouth, but he needed to stay quiet.

"Potter," he hissed in a low voice, "What in Merlin's name are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing," Harry replied with a courage he wasn't convinced of. For all he knew, Draco could already be a Death Eater.

"Touché," Malfoy replied, but then his wand appeared out of his robes, and he pressed Harry against the wall behind the trophy case. "Give me one reason not to hex you."

"I can keep us from getting caught," Harry said, feeling Malfoy's tight grip on the front of his robes lessen slightly. Their faces were inches apart, and something odd was stirring inside Harry he had never realised before.

"Fine," Malfoy said, dropping his wand but not releasing Harry's robes. "How are you planning on doing that?"

"Do you mind?" Harry asked, glancing down at the pale hand keeping him pinned against the wall. "This is way too intimate."

Malfoy seemed to realise this as well, and let go of Harry's robes, stepping back too suddenly and almost knocking over the case that had been concealing them from detection. "Easy," Harry said, grabbing his hand before he fell.

"Uhm, thanks," Malfoy muttered and an odd understanding fell over them.

"So, Slytherin common room?" Harry asked, and Malfoy nodded. Harry dropped Malfoy's hand, suddenly realising it was still clasped in his own. Malfoy always looked cold, but Harry felt a warmth spreading through him at the contact with the other male.

It wasn't long before Harry was following Malfoy around again, eager for more. He realised he needed to be discreet, his obsession with the Slytherin was turning him into an addict, he couldn't get enough of him. Harry had even planned a staged confrontation with Malfoy, just as an excuse to be near him, to touch him again.

"Potter," Malfoy said, "I can hear you breathing."

Harry removed his cloak, and they had just gotten into the Room of Requirement. It was dusty and filled with old forgotten items, items that were hidden, never to be found again. Between these items it was quite easy to forget about everything and just focus on the tension in the room.

"I suppose you intend to hex me?" Malfoy asked, spying the wand in Harry's hand.

Harry simply pointed it at the parchment he held and said, "Mischief managed."

"What's that?" Malfoy asked, his curiosity had clearly gotten the better of him.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," Harry muttered in an oddly calm voice.

"Why do you keep following me?" Malfoy asked instead.

"I—" Harry started but didn't finish.

"You what?" Malfoy said, stepping towards him, and the tension grew with each second.

"I don't know anymore," Harry admitted. "I just can't seem to stop myself."

"You? You don't know?" Malfoy's laugh was hollow and bitter. "You think I'm one of them, don't you?"

Harry shrugged.

"I'm not, but it's not like you would believe me if I tell you," Malfoy said.

"So show me," Harry said, realising during the conversation he had gotten so close to the man he could feel his breath. Suddenly everything went foggy, and he felt Malfoy's lips on his, hard and passionate. Malfoy's arms surrounded him, and Harry felt himself submitting to the kiss.

When Malfoy pulled away, their robes were askew, and Harry could see Malfoy's forearm wasn't marked. Something got through his foggy brain and he realised he had just been making out with Malfoy, and the idea didn't disgust him, it intrigued him.

"I meant your arm," Harry mumbled.

"You better not tell anyone, Potter," Malfoy said, and the implication was clear. What just happened, it was only between the two of them.

"Nobody would believe me." He attempted to shrug, but his heart was racing faster than it ever had before. The adrenaline coursing through his veins made him want to grab hold of Malfoy again and not let him go, he was intoxicated by the taste and feel of him.

"Good," Malfoy said, and as if he knew what Harry was thinking, his mouth descended on Harry again.

"I see you shiver with anticipation," Malfoy said at breakfast a few weeks later. It was right before the Slytherin and Gryffindor game, but Malfoy's steel grey eyes said more than his mouth. Anyone else would see this as a threat; nobody would see the message hidden beneath it.

"Anticipation of beating your ass," Harry replied quickly, although his heart lurched. He had felt that ass, cupped it during their makeout sessions, they had never done more than kissing. Bruising, passionate kissing, but still nothing more, only groping each other like teenagers, and it somehow made him feel more alive than ever before.

Sneaking around with Malfoy to have fun was a lot more entertaining than worrying about his impending death.

After the game, Harry was hot and ready to find Malfoy somewhere private, but he didn't find him in the Room of Requirement. When he checked the map, he saw that Malfoy was in his room. Harry sighed, perhaps Malfoy wasn't interested in their arrangement anymore? His jealousy grew when it seemed he was with Blaise Zabini. Surely it couldn't be what he thought it was.

It was a couple of days after the game, and Harry was getting desperate. He couldn't keep his eyes from seeking out Malfoy anywhere he could.

He could hardly sleep, instead choosing to stay up all night watching the little dot on the page in case Malfoy decided to leave the Slytherin common room.

He fell into an uneasy sleep, dreaming about kissing Malfoy, but suddenly, Malfoy was gone, and he was simply left standing with his broomstick in his hand. He awoke with a fright, covered in sweat.

During Potions Harry had an idea, he made sure he was right by Malfoy's side, close enough to hear any remarks coming from the Slytherin table. His eyes kept flickering over to Malfoy, and his gaze was lustful and hungry.

"Oops," Harry exclaimed, bumping Malfoy's arm and causing him to drop the gillyweed he was chopping off the table.

"You idiot," Malfoy muttered, and stepped reluctantly back from Harry, and Harry could tell his breathing was shallow. Malfoy did still want him, and he sure as hell wasn't planning on just giving up.

Harry reached out and touched his hand, the class was too busy to notice anything, and gave it a squeeze. Malfoy's mouth opened, as if to say something, but he changed his mind.

Harry knew he had no chance of brewing an acceptable Potion, so he spent the entire rest of the class staring at Draco and scribbling little hearts onto a spare piece of parchment.

It took him by surprise when Draco sought him out, grabbing his robes roughly and pressing him against the wall, finding an empty classroom and steering him inside.

"What the hell was that?" Draco asked furiously. "Don't you realise what it took to not react to that ridiculous display?"

Harry grinned. "So you do care."

"I thought I could manage. I can't. Not without you. Not ever, like that," Draco confessed.

"I had to touch you, you're driving me crazy," Harry said, seeing how fuming Draco was, and with Draco's words ringing in his ears, he stepped closer to him. "You stopped this, remember?" he gestured between their bodies.

"Touché," Draco said, and Harry laughed.

"Why did you?" Harry asked suddenly.

"I don't think you would believe me if I told you," Draco smirked.

"Try me." Harry practically dared him.

"I can't stop myself around you." Draco shrugged.

"Just get over here already," Harry said, half-moaning. When their lips touched time stood still, and it didn't matter that they were in an unlocked empty classroom. Harry pulled back slightly to charm the door shut.

"I missed this," Harry said, punctuating each word by squeezing Draco's ass. Then he continued to kiss the other man until they were both breathless and leaning against one another for support.

"I can't stand not seeing you," Draco confessed.

"Draco, is this just about, you know?"

Draco shook his head. "It was."

"And now?"

"Now, now it's more, you're ridiculous, but you're mine."

Harry grinned at the confession. "I am yours," he agreed.

"Good," Draco said with a smirk, pulling the man into his arms, there was something softer about this kiss, something more than just lust, although they weren't ready to say it yet. Although he knew it wouldn't be enough for long, because the more he was around Draco, the more he wanted him.