JHFERGBFDIBDFHYUE!!
I'm really sorry that I haven't written in…Jesus…months. Honestly, there was a point where I gave up yaoi completely. But thanks to LightxL, and my bffles Lime, my interest has been renewed. So here goes chapter…whatever this is. Geh.
Oh, and by the way…I have been amazed at how many fans I have. It's been great. Thanks for the reviews, guys.
And now…
I give you…
(wait, wtf is this story named?)
Damn it.
I give you…
A FANFICTION!
Harry rounded a corner, not entirely sure where he was headed once again. Was everyone at Hogwarts secretly gay? He ticked off the people who had come out to him today. Luna, Ginny, Cedric, Draco...Harry passed Seamus, who was pinned to the wall by Dean, being snogged senseless. He groaned. There were two more. How could they all stand being so open about it? How could they all come out so happily? Why couldn't he?
He stopped. He couldn't come out, because he wasn't gay. Right?
Mentally cursing, he kicked a wall. He shouldn't be questioning something like this. He was Harry-bloody-Potter, for the love of Godric! He was supposed to worry about Voldemort, not his sexuality!
Someone tapped him on his shoulder. He spun around, and found himself face-to-face with Draco Malfoy. His temperature rose.
"Bloody hell, Potter. I've been looking for you everywhere--Potter! Harry!!"
Harry had turned and ran to the nearest broom closet, and before Draco could wedge his way in, Harry had shut and locked the door. Draco stopped in front of the closet.
"Harry?" He asked, hoping no one was wondering why he was talking to a door.
"Go away." A muffled voice spoke. Draco rolled his eyes.
"Come out of the closet, Harry."
"I'M NOT GAY!!"
"I meant literally. Although…" Draco stifled a laugh.
"No."
"Why not? Is my company not to your liking?"
"I'm not gay."
"Merlin, Harry. Were you suddenly hit with a memory-loss charm?" Draco's eyes widened, remembering Cedric. "Y-you weren't hit with a memory-loss charm, were you?"
"No. I'm not gay."
"That's strange, considering you've let me put my arm around your waist and kiss you. Not to mention the whole Cedric thing. And the ice-cream thing. And when you kissed me."
"Coincidences and nothing more. I'm not gay."
"Harry, don't make me come in there and convince you."
"You can't," a somewhat more triumphant Harry mumbled. "The door's locked."
"Bloody hell, Harry…alohomora." The closet door swung out, revealing a very scared and excited-looking Harry Potter.
"We're wizards, love." Draco rolled his eyes and flourished his wand as proof. Slowly Harry inched towards the door.
"Oh no, Harry. If you're content with being in the closet, then in the closet you stay. Draco gently pushed Harry back into the broom cupboard, and climbed in after him.
"W-what are you doing?!" Harry stammered, watching in horror as Draco shut the door.
"What? Are you saying that two wizards who until now were worst enemies can't hang out in a broom closet together without there being an ulterior motive?"
"Yes."
"Well, then you'd be right."
Before Harry could react, Draco shoved him rather roughly against the wall. Pinning him down with all of his strength, Draco playfully kissed around Harry's lips and down his neck.
"Draco!" Harry whispered, his eyes wide. "Stop!"
"Do you want to get out of this closet?" Draco whispered huskily into Harry's ear. Harry shivered, and nodded half-heartedly. Smirking, Draco unbuttoned the top button on Harry's shirt, and caressed the dip in Harry's collarbone with his fingertips, and then his tounge. Harry bit back a soft moan.
"Then you'll have to come out of the closet." He mumbled into Harry's neck. Draco's warm breath tickled Harry's chest, and he could feel his blood rushing down against his will. He attempted to push Malfoy away, but succeeded only in grinding himself against the Slytherin. Draco gasped, and copied the action, desperate to keep the contact between his hardening cock and Harry's.
"Still want to get out, Harry?" Malfoy spoke in a soft sultry voice, his silver eyes clouded with lust. His fingers brushed against the top of Harry's pants, and danced along the skin there. Harry shut his eyes, and attempted not to feel the electricity Draco was making shoot down his chest and legs. Draco noticed Harry becoming harder, and unbuttoned his pants button, playing with the zipper. He repeated the question.
"Do you want to get out of here?" He asked.
"I-I can't…not ri-right…nngh…Draco…" Harry spoke through clenched teeth. Draco raised his eyebrows and stepped away from Harry, putting his hands up as if in surrender. He backed as far away from Harry as possible, and positioned himself against the opposite wall, just like he had done while he was waiting for Harry at the common room.
"Well, Potter," Draco's eyes twinkled mischievously, and he was grinning. "Since you're obviously straight, and I'm obviously not, I guess you wouldn't mind if I pleasured myself in front of you?" Harry's eyes widened. "Well, if you're straight like you say you are, it shouldn't affect you." Draco's eyes were gleaming, and he slowly unzipped his pants. He slipped his hand out of sight, staring directly at Harry as he did so. His hand clenched around his erection, and he pumped it up and down, making sure to make the loudest and most arousing noises possible.
Harry couldn't help but stare. This was torture. Draco bit his lip and shut his eyes, a low guttural moan escaping his throat. All other thoughts aside, Harry wanted to be the one who was making Draco make that noise.
"uhnn…H-Harry…" Draco murmured, his eyes still shut. Steadying himself, Harry took a step forward, and pressed his throbbing lower half against Draco's.
"I'm right here, love."
Well, I hope you liked that. I sure did. I mean, it was something to do while my best friend was off having phone-sex in my garage with her boyfriend. Maybe this will inspire me to write more. Thanks for all the reviews!