Now for the good stuff. It's still terrible because I wrote it, but hey... at least this is what you all have been waiting for.
Harry walked into the deserted classroom at 2:00AM, just as the note had said. He expected to see someone waiting for him, but, he was alone… or so he thought.
After about five minutes, a boy appeared out of nowhere. It was Draco.
Harry gasped. "Where did you come from? You scared the hell out of me!"
Draco laughed. "Don't tell me you actually thought that you were the only one in the school with an invisibility cloak."
"Did you call me here just to mock me?" Harry asked. "Because if you did, remind me later to kick myself for thinking you'd changed."
"No," Draco said. "It's just that it's been so long since I've made fun of you for anything, I couldn't help myself." He smirked and sat down on top of the desk nearest to him.
"Tell me about it," Harry said. "I had to pinch myself at breakfast to keep from saying something about the whole Quidditch incident on Saturday. Though I think we made up for it at dinner." He smiled slyly.
Draco rolled his eyes. "Please," he said, "kill me now. God, that was humiliating! I don't even know what happened and it was humiliating! For three days, all I hear is fifty different versions of what happened. Why, exactly, did you have to catch me?"
"Well," Harry said, annoyed at his lack of gratitude, "it was either that, or I let you hit the ground after falling from two hundred feet in the air. The chances are very high that, had I not caught you, you wouldn't have survived."
"How do you figure?" Draco asked.
Harry looked at him like he was the dumbest person on the planet. "Because," he said, "you're bones are so fragile you would have shattered into a million tiny pieces." He stood for a moment before a confused look fell on his face. "Wait... why did I catch you again?"
"Oh, thanks! I love you too!" Draco said sarcastically.
Harry laughed and walked over to stand opposite him.
"So," Harry said, "why did you ask me to meet you? That's only assuming that you're the one who sent me the note."
"I'm here, aren't I?"
"Well, yes, but you might have just been here by coincidence."
"It's not a coincidence."
"Then why am I here?"
Draco shrugged. "No reason," he said. "I've just been bored out of my mind for a while now. I wanted to talk to someone."
"Talk away," Harry said, yawning. "But, don't be offended if I'm not awake by the time you're finished. After all, it is two in the morning."
Draco stood. "Actually," he said, "I have a better idea." He stepped closer to Harry. So close that his face was only inches from that of the other boy's.
"What are you doing?" Harry asked. There was the smallest hint of fright in his voice, but he held his ground. Holy shit, what is he doing?
Instead of answering, Draco did the last thing anyone would ever have expected of the Slytherin. He grabbed Harry's chin and kissed him.
Harry couldn't do anything. He couldn't move... he couldn't think... he couldn't even breathe. He was completely frozen in place.
Then it ended.
Draco released him and stepped back, leaving Harry standing there, too shocked to say anything.
Finally, his temporary paralysis wore off. "Okay…" he said, "I'm awake… I promise. Just, next time you want me to listen to you… poke me. Please, God… just poke me." He doesn't know…. I'm dreaming… he can't know!
Draco smirked. "Oh, come now, Potter," he said. He dropped his voice to a whisper and added, "You know you liked it."
Harry's eyes widened. "I think that fall is finally catching up with you, Draco," he said. "You've gone insane!" I'm dreaming… I'm dreaming…. This is all a horrifying dream because there's no way in hell that he knows!
"Have I, now?" Draco said amused. "So, what you're trying to say is... you didn't like it?"
"Wh-what?" Harry stuttered. "Of course I didn't like it!" Fuck. He knows.
"Tisk, tisk," Draco said.
"What?" Harry asked cautiously.
"Lying does not become you," Draco replied. He once again stepped toward Harry. This time though, Harry also moved... away.
"How dense do you think I am, Potter?" Draco laughed.
"Right now, pretty dense," Harry said, moving still further from Draco. "I'm just going to assume that you don't know what you're doing. And when did you start calling me Potter again?" God, I hope he knows what he's doing… and I like Harry much better.
"Well, first," Draco said, "your assumptions are wrong... I know exactly what I'm doing. And second, hmm... let's see... about two minutes ago when it struck me that I felt like it."
Harry continued backing away until he realized he could no more... he had backed right up to the wall of the classroom.
Draco, however, kept moving toward Harry, and didn't stop until he was, again, only inches from the other boy.
Harry knew what was coming this time and tried to move away, but Draco was quicker. Damn him! How does he know? And why is he tormenting me like this?
Before Harry could move two inches, Draco had grabbed his wrists and was successful in pinning him to the wall.
See, now that was just sexy. "Why are you doing this?" Harry asked. Why now? Why not three months ago when I wouldn't have liked it so much?
Draco thought for a moment, then answered. "Because I can," he said. "And because I know that you'll eventually give up the act and admit that you like it."
He smiled at the look of horror on Harry's face. The fake look of horror.
"You're insane!" Harry said. And so goddamn sexy!
"No," Draco said with a thoughtful look on his face, "just lacking in the area of liking females."
Harry looked at him. "Oh you have got to be kidding me." Yay, yay, YAY! Maybe it isn't just to torment me!
"What?" Draco asked innocently.
"Well," Harry replied, "I couldn't possibly have expected any more from you." I think I'm going to faint!
Draco rolled his eyes. "Oh, come off it, Potter," he said. "You're gay too, and you know it."
"So what if I am?" Harry said defensively. "Watcha gonna do about it? Huh?" Then he smiled and added, "Besides... what makes you think I'd be interested in you?" Oh God, is that an understatement.
For a split second, Draco looked bewildered. But that look was quickly replaced by a smirk. "Because," he said, "who wouldn't want this?" He looked down at himself and then back up to Harry.
Don't… make… me… look! "I can think of a few people," Harry said, still smiling. "Shall I give names?" My name definitely not being on the list.
Draco's smile faded. "That's quite all right," he said.
"Umm... will you let go of me now?" Harry asked. Please don't let go, please don't let go, please don't let go!
Draco smiled again, folded his arms, and stepped away.
Damn.
"So," Draco said. "The great 'Boy Who Lived' is now the great 'Boy Who Likes Other Boys'."
"Oh, just the thought that I'm gay makes you giddy, doesn't it?" Harry said. God knows the reverse is true.
Draco decided to play along with Harry on this. "Right down to my toes," he said smirking.
Harry raised his eyebrows and attempted to hide his sheer glee. Oh God, he actually likes me!
"You want me, Potter," Draco said. "Admit it."
"Maybe," Harry replied.
Draco opened his mouth to speak, but before he could, Harry lunged at him, both of them crashing to the ground as he promptly attached his lips to the other boy's.
Hands were everywhere—on faces, on chests, and various :cough: other places. Harry flicked his tongue out and ran it over Draco's soft lips, begging for entrance.
Draco immediately obliged, allowing his tongue to fight for dominance with the Gryffindor's. He slowly slid his hands inside Harry's robes, giving him enough time to protest. To his delight, rather than pull back, the other boy hastily removed his outer robes as well as his shirt, leaving him in only his pants.
Draco eagerly followed his lead and, once sufficiently undressed, wrapped his arms around Harry's waist and pulled him close for a deep and fiery kiss.
Harry moaned at the feeling of Draco's pale skin on his own. He wanted to run his hands over every inch of the other boy, but instead pulled back and stared into his steel grey eyes.
"Well, that was certainly a pleasant surprise," Draco said as Harry retreated.
"Do you have any idea how long I've been waiting to do that?" Harry asked as he rolled onto his side and propped himself on his elbow.
"Really," Draco mused, staring up at the ceiling.
"God, it was torture."
"You certainly acted it."
"What do you mean?"
"You just looked so… tortured," Draco mocked, smiling at the look on Harry's face.
"You're mocking me, aren't you? I thought I said not to mock me."
"No, you asked if I was mocking you… you never said not to."
"Well, don't."
"Why?"
"Because I said so."
"And if I do?"
"I'll be forced to hurt you, much as it would pain me to do it."
"Hurt me how?" Draco smirked.
"Not like that, if that's what you mean."
"You talk too much."
"No I—"
"Would you just shut up?"
"But I—" He was cut off by Draco's lips latching to his own.
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