asphyxiated
The dark mornings of winter creates a gentle mist on the windows at Hogwarts. The space around every student feels clouded and icy so people keep their distance this early. Everyone squints to allow their eyes to adjust to the gradual light and shiver every now and then unrepentantly to the falling temperatures as the cold day continues.
Draco was leaning idly against the wall outside of Potter's charms classroom. He could hear Potter's distinctive voice conversing with Granger and Weasley inside. Draco ran his hands over the smooth walls, allowing the cold surface to tingle his fingertips. He had spent last night, thinking hard about this new revelation between himself and Potter and since he was unable to give it a name (since everything is easier to understand if it has a name) he decided to drag Potter away from his comfortable routine and force him to enter Draco's miserable confusing thoughts to help him shed some light. Draco inwardly shouted at the purring voice telling him he simply wanted to see Harry's handsome face pinched with pink from the still but raging cold of the morning.
The bell echoed through the school, disturbing the tranquillity. It indicated the start of break. Students poured out of classroom, glimpsing casually at Draco, camouflaging their expression cleverly with a polite questioning look as to why he was there.
When Harry's black messy hair appeared, Draco held his breath, expecting violent jolts to run through him once again. All he felt was a tight uncomfortable stir in the pit of his stomach. He reached out, fingers entering and slicing through the wrenching cold air to grab Potter's arm. Not knowing the reaction to expect, he spun Potter round.
Harry wrinkled his nose which was faintly rosy and he was sniffing slightly ('makes him look oddly cute, doesn't it?' the voice inside Malfoy's head purred.). Harry gaped slightly at Malfoy and then bit his bottom lip. A frizzy haired girl and gangly red head stood loyally at his sides. Draco glanced at them both, secretly dismissing their presence and forced himself not to laugh at how parallel their taken aback expressions were, before locking his eyes back on Harry's.
"We need to talk." Draco said flatly.
"Um." was all Potter had to say.
He groggily turned to Weasley and simply said "I'll catch up with you two then, yeah?"
Weasley looked at Harry in a way that made this sentence seem highly significant, like it had a grander meaning (Potter was probably basically saying "No need to kill him about this later" Draco thought). Weasley snaked his arm through the air behind Potter's back to tug on Granger's arm and pull her down the corridor. Granger made a big effort to look at Malfoy constantly with curiosity. Malfoy chuckled slightly in her direction, making her eyes widen and her eyebrows rise as the Weasel lugged her round the corner and out of site.
Draco shook his head slightly and said "I'm always under the impression that Granger knows too much."
Harry was looking at Draco sleepily and then swayed his head left to right in response. Draco raised his eyebrows and was about to ask what the fuck that meant before he grabbed Potter's arm and dragged him down the corridor. Potter eyes widened but said nothing. He just flinched through the cold air.
Draco brought him to a small alcove at the end of an abandoned corridor on the fourth floor. It was a shaded, slim space. Surprisingly, it was not significantly colder than any other area of the castle.
Potter looked at Draco, who was standing very close due to the lack of space. Harry swallowed and reached into his deep pockets, arms grazing the edge of Draco's robes, to withdraw his wand. He swished it quickly and cast a warming spell. Both boys sighed in relief and watched the other carefully for a moment (as they had both felt an uplifting whoosh in their chest that had nothing to do with the warming spell).
Harry hastily returned his wand before heaving in some warm arm. He said "Okay. I'm wide awake."
His eyelashes quivered as he looked into stormy eyes. Harry contemplated about the fact that him and Malfoy more or less the same height.
Draco sighed and blurted out "Did you feel it?"
Harry frowned and innocently said "What, you trying to wrench my arm off on the way here? Yeah a bi -"
"No, not that you dunce." Draco would have hit Harry if his arms were working properly. "Last night, when we-…the…" Draco's voice slipped and he simply gazed at Harry.
Harry exhaled and pressed on. "The…?"
But Harry stopped his pathetic sarcasm when he saw that Malfoy was leaning in further, panting slightly. When there was merely inches between their bodies, Harry closed his eyes since he would have hyperventilated if he stared at Draco's flushed swaying face for too long, especially in this proximity.
Draco saw that Harry had locked away his gorgeous green eyes. So he copied him. Now the only sensation was the magical heat surrounding them both, encasing them and making them separate from the rest of the school. Draco breathed in generous warm arm and smelt strong, heavy scents that must have been Harry. It was all he could smell now, like he was suffocating on it and entering somewhere wonderful and new. He was so close to Potter, he could distinguish the lush heat radiating off Harry's faintly tanned skin. Draco fluttered his eyes open briefly and sucked more air in when he realised they were closer than he thought. The side of Draco's nose was gently brushing the side of Harry's. The icy air could not intrude them.
When Malfoy breathed in again, he got the odd whiff of a certain dessert so he whispered "Why the fuck do you smell like treacle tart first thing in the morning?"
Harry whispered "Snuck it to my bedroom. Problem?" Draco had felt the tingling of Harry's breath on his own lips.
Draco smiled and breathed "Not at all." He pushed through the minuscule space between them to kiss Harry fully on the lips.
Harry literally melted into Malfoy, overwhelmed by how flushed he felt and how warm the atmosphere was around them. Draco's lips were soft and full, and pressing perfectly on his own. He knew that Draco must have tasted the treacle tart on his mouth. Draco was now gripping Harry's arms tightly, drawing him closer deepening the kiss. Harry raised his own arms and folded them fluidly around Draco's slim waist while Draco twisted his fingers through Harry's untidy hair. They both felt like they were floating away, away from common sense and reason. It made no sense. Not too long ago, Harry had been sitting helplessly on the Malfoy Manor floor, awaiting his fate but he was now kissing Draco. Harry felt Malfoy flick his tongue out sharply so he opened his mouth obediently and shivered slightly when he felt Draco's smooth wet muscle wind into his mouth. Soaring bliss took over as Harry forced his tongue forward to massage Malfoy's and explore Draco's mouth, tasting wonderfully like grapes.
Then something banged into Harry's head. This was Malfoy. The gorgeous boy he was kissing was Malfoy. A boy filled with hatred, conniving sick thoughts and a horrible history. Harry roughly put his arms on Draco's chest and pushed him away whilst scanning the floor, avoiding his startling grey eyes.
Draco gazed at Harry, side tracked by how flustered and tussled he looked. Harry unwillingly looked at Draco, who diverted his attention to Harry's devastatingly green eyes as they gleamed with reluctant longing. He barely noticed when Harry tried to sound as frank as possible as he said "No" and began stumbling rapidly down the corridor away from the alcove.
Draco felt slightly amused for a split second before shock poured through him. He boomed "NO?" a tad too high pitched. Draco ran up in front of Harry. He rammed Harry's shoulders hard against the wall opposite the window and tried to hold off Harry's fidgeting and protesting.
Cold air poured into all of their senses, adding to the discomfort as Harry squirmed and shoved, trying to push Draco away from him. Malfoy swiftly held Potter's hands tightly in his own before pinning them on either side his head. Potter gasped as the burning icy wall pressing into the backs of his hands. Potter's bent arms tugged manically, trying to break Malfoy's hold. Draco shoved his elbows into Harry's arms to pin them sharply in to the wall, earning a pained whine from Harry. The panting Malfoy grinned maliciously as he also pushed his knees deep into Harry's legs, restraining every possible movement. Malfoy had to bite his bottom lip as he watched Potter whine again.
Malfoy smirked as he nuzzled Harry's neck, yearning for his body heat. He felt the desperate pants brushing the top of his head. Draco rested his chest against Potter's, moving against it gently as it heaved in and out.
Harry's was in pain. The more he tried to push away, the harder Draco pinned him against the horrifically icy wall. He wanted to run in the opposite direction and turn away from these feelings and this new magnetising pull he felt towards Draco Malfoy. Bruises were surely emerging on his wrists, arms and legs.
But a concerned voice spoke inside him. 'But you're not really trying to push him away. You're not fighting him off now at all.'
Harry winced from pain, the frosty wall and the fact that he silently agreed.
Before he knew it, Harry was heaving even more (and barely holding back a blissful groan) as Draco trailed his nose gently up his neck. Harry's eyes rolled into the back of his head when Malfoy traced the line back with the cold tip of tongue. Harry shivered as a chilly blaze of pleasure ran down his body and rested between his shaking trapped legs.
Malfoy loosened his grip slightly, knowing Potter would not push him away. He ran his tongue gently over Harry's jaw and up to his ear lobe. Potter was moaning quietly and unwillingly. He tried to free his hands again. But only his hands. Blood was pumping all over Harry's body, fighting the cold surrounding them. Harry whimpered as Malfoy sucked on a sensitive part under Harry's ear. Draco pressed his hips against the boy underneath him, winning a long low groan from Harry.
"Mmmmm."
The bitter cold seemed to disappear when Draco's voice emerged right in Harry's ear, making Harry shake uncontrollably and push his hips forward, onto the blonde, moaning from the building friction.
Malfoy smiled and allowed his lips to brush on Harry's ear as he spoke softly. "Doesn't sound like a no to me, Harrrrrryy."
The purring voice took over on the last word, causing Harry to groan uncontrollably as he felt his rising erection in his trousers, pressing into Draco's obvious growing bulge.
That was the last straw.
Harry wrenched his right arm free and elbowed Draco in the chest, causing him to scramble backward onto the icy floor with a thump. Harry didn't look back as he stalked away from Malfoy. He shivered as usual from the freezing morning air but he still felt hot blood pumping to his flushing face.
As Harry walked quickly towards the library to find Ron and Hermione, he thought carefully about the spell Ron had told him about that makes you 'turn-off' as Ron called it. Remembering it, he reached into his robes, wincing as his hands rushed through the coarse icy air. He pulled his wand out and muttered the incantation. Harry sighed with strange relief when the painful tightness in his trousers disappeared as he turned a corner and headed towards the library entrance.
But then Harry reached up his hand and touched his lips.
He could still taste the grapes from Malfoy's tongue.
xxxxx
Malfoy lay on the floor, frowning to himself. He propped himself up and stalked through the jagged icy corridor back to alcove. He recreated Harry's warming spell as he leaned his forehead against the side curved wall, sighing from the contrasting cold surface. He rubbed his chest and winced slightly from the unexpected sharp pain in the centre where Potter had elbowed him.
He left the comfort of the warmth and plunged back into the frozen castle, which had realms of faint growing light seeping in through the windows. The temperature rose ever so slightly on the side of Draco's body whenever he passed a window.
Without realising where his feet where taking him, Draco thought about Potter.
'It's always going to be Potter now…isn't it?" the voice purred.
Draco's own voice spoke in his mind. '…Yeah…I guess so.'
'Was it inevitable?'
Draco froze outside the entrance. He racked his brains to remember the password and muttered it darkly when it flooded back to him. He stalked through the dingy green light floating on the edges of the surprisingly warm common room and launched himself into a plush dark seat next to Zabini who was reading a thick charms text book with a dark midnight blue velvet cover.
Blaise glanced briefly towards Malfoy, recognising the bright blonde hair and registered who it was. He muttered "I had a feeling it wouldn't quite work."
Zabini could practically feel the menacing scowl that was thrust in his direction. He said nothing and turned a page on his book, allowing Draco to return to his stupid pathetic thoughts.
Draco leant forward toward the fireplace in front of him and watched as it flickered and danced uncontrollably. The heat rested indifferently on Malfoy's pale face, adding to the unwanted comfort indulging through him. The flames reflected perfectly on Draco's glass-like grey eyes. They churned beautifully between colours of orange, yellow and crimson. It nastily reminded Draco of Gryffindor.
Malfoy absent-mindedly touched his lips.
He could still taste the treacle tart from Potter's tongue.
Clair De Lune
Effortlessly beautifully every time.
The sudden yet perfect build up and the tranquillity in this music is something I wish I had in my writing.
