I suppose I'm catching up for not writing during the week. I've posted a lot of chapters today! It will probably be that way until I get the story finished. I have so much work to do during the week and this weekend I actually have off of work! (Ps: I work at a grocery story, don't do it)
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Chapter 6: He Did It Again
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Draco enjoyed the sweet bliss of their kiss. Harry forced Draco's mouth open and kissed him passionately, flicking his tongue over Draco's busted lip as if he were healing it. Suddenly Draco realized just who he was kissing. He pushed Harry and jumped away from him.
"What he hell was that for?" Draco wiped his mouth as if the kiss were disgusting, but he was truly removing the blood from his mouth.
Harry pulled a tissue from his pocket and wiped his face clean. He licked his lips as if savoring the taste of the blonde.
"Damn." Harry said slowly.
"Wha- Potter, you're insane." Draco watched Harry get off the floor with his eyes closed.
"I was just seeing what it felt like to kiss someone again." Harry said. "You just happened to be my guinea pig."
Draco growled in anger. Draco Malfoy was no one's guinea pig.
"Don't fuck with me, Potter!" He yelled loudly.
Harry turned his head sideways, like a dog that didn't understand a command.
"You-" Harry suddenly stopped.
He remembered Ginny. They used to have passionate kisses like the one he and Draco had shared. Her warm smile graced his heart, melting it. She was his true love. They shared their first time together. Harry's heart ached and he felt as if someone had just kneed him in the stomach. Tears formed in his eyes and he ran off, out of Draco's room and the study.
Draco stared at the door in disbelief. Harry was acting like a psychopath! He humiliated Draco, kissed him, then began to cry and ran off. Draco wanted to let him go, but something in the back of his head told him to follow Harry.
'What the hell am I thinking? I don't know where he went.' Draco thought and looked around his room, as if it held the answer.
Suddenly it came to him. McGonagall had given him something when he had begun teaching at the school. It was a map, the Marauder's Map. Something she had claimed once belonged to Harry, it showed where every person on the grounds was.
Draco dug through his things, throwing parchment everywhere until he found the map, which was blank on the inside.
'Wait, there were words that went with this…' Draco thought for a moment, 'Ah!'
"I solemnly swear that I'm up to no good." Draco pointed his wand at the parchment and ink appeared.
He had never used it before this day and was amazed that it really did show where everyone was. Draco scanned the parchment for Harry's name. He wasn't in the castle. He looked around the grounds and spotted him. His name was hidden behind the Whomping Willow.
'Odd.' Draco thought as he exited the school, still staring at the map.
Draco faced the tree and it had begun to crack as it moved. He muttered an incantation to freeze the tree as he ran inside the small hole in its roots. The moment Draco entered, he saw Harry sitting upon the earth with his head in his crossed arms, which rested on his drawn up knees.
"Leave me alone." Harry muttered without picking his head up.
"Something's wrong. You can talk to me you know." Draco etched closer to the raven-haired boy. "Come on, Potter. I've got no one to tell."
Harry sniffled and was silent for a while. He finally looked up at Draco, his emerald orbs wet with tears. His glasses rested beside him on the earth.
"I hate crying in front of people." Harry growled, wiping his eyes with his sleeve. He let out a deep sigh. "I just keep reminding myself of…everyone." Draco put his head back down quickly. "I'm so…lonely."
Draco understood. But he had been lonely since the day he was born, so he didn't know what it was like to have true love and lost it. He slept with girls, but only really cared about Blaise, who never returned the feelings.
"You probably understand." Harry sighed, "I feel bad for using your sexuality against you. I feel even worse for kissing you."
When he was torturing the blonde, he was enjoying seeing him squirm. He had also started to like touching him, which he wasn't supposed to like.
Draco sat on the soft ground near Harry. There was silence for a while.
"It's ok." Draco forgave Harry.
"Damn I need a drink." Harry shook his head his lap, laughing.
Draco looked at him quickly. He hadn't heard Harry laugh since, well, since they went to Hogwarts. He probably hadn't laughed since he went to Hogwarts.
"I think I will as well." Draco stood. "Join me?"
He offered a hand to Harry, who was still sitting on the ground. Harry looked up at the blonde, who almost looked like he was beaming down at him. He felt like he was in first year again and he and Draco had only just met. Harry took the extended hand and let Draco help him up.
They walked back to their room, not saying much to one another. Harry was just enjoying Draco's presence. And Draco was enjoying Harry's.
Near ten at night they were quite drunk. Somehow they had found their way to Draco's room. Harry was on the bed, while Draco lay on the floor.
"Why do you teach?" Harry asked, rolling around on the plush bed.
"Because I have nothing better to do." Draco said.
"Why did we fight all the time?" Harry asked, his head was now hanging off the bed and he was watching the blonde.
"Because you thought you were cool with your scar." Draco grumbled. "And you chose Weasley over me."
They sounded like small children.
"I think I'll be your friend now." Harry smiled at Draco while upside-down.
"Really?" Draco asked, sitting up.
He tried to look at Harry, but he could hardly see straight. He blinked for what seemed like a moment, but when he opened his eyes Harry's face was right in front of his own. He could feel the Gryffindor's breath on his face.
"Potter, you're really close." Draco stated the obvious.
Harry brushed his lips against Draco softly. He nibbled on the Slytherin's bottom lip as he pulled him into a passionate kiss. Draco was propped up on his elbows with Harry on top of him. It was like fire. Harry hadn't felt this flame when he kissed Ginny. This was too different.
Draco had never experienced a kiss like this, it seemed important. He pulled off Harry's shirt and he immediately sat up. Their arousals were pressed against one another as Harry stared at the blonde.
"I…don't-" Harry seemed to be sobering up.
Draco sat up and silenced Harry with a gentle kiss.
"I won't. Sleep with me tonight though." Draco commanded. "Please?"
Harry put his forehead against Draco's and got up off of him. He took a running start and jumped into Draco's bed, rolling to the left where he liked to sleep. Draco slowly crawled into the right side. They fell asleep quite close.
Draco awoke the next morning, never remembering going to bed. The pillow next to him was partly covered by a mess of black hair. Draco remembered the kiss they had shared the night before.
'I'm falling for him.' Draco thought.
Harry grunted and turned over in the bed. His eyes were wide open and his glasses were off.
"Hey, Malfoy." He didn't seem to be the least bit surprised that he was in bed with Draco.
"Hi." Draco sat up quickly and a throbbing pain came into his head. "I drank too much."
Draco laughed at his own stupidity and lay back down. Harry put his head on the blonde's chest.
"What's going on?" Draco finally asked.
"I don't know." Harry shrugged.
Harry quickly sat up.
"I've got to go." He jumped up and left the room through the bathroom.
"Ok…" Draco's voice trailed off.
Harry sat in his bed in disbelief. The worst was happening. He was having feelings for the Slytherin he once hated. He vowed to never let it happen again, and it was happening. He refused to be happy again. It was his fault his friends were killed. Harry knew he should be punished for feeling this way. He damned himself.
As he thought again of the sweet kisses from Draco, Harry pulled out a knife and cut his forearm. Blood poured out and stained the shets.
"I can't let myself…" Harry whispered to himself.
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Draco wondered why Harry jumped out of bed so quickly. He thought perhaps the Gryffindor was frightened by his sexuality. Draco remembered not wanting to be gay. His father found out and threatened to do many horrible things. He failed to be normal and enjoy the company of girls.
"Damn I'm so lonely." Draco laughed at himself.
He decided to leave Harry alone to think, which was a very bad idea.
Harry had cut up his left forearm.
'You like him and you know it.' A voice in the back of his head seemed to be taunting him.
Harry grumbled in pain as he stood and grabbed the blood thickener potion he had stolen from Draco's room. He chugged most of it and headed straight for the bathroom. This time he didn't take a cold shower, but a hot one. He watched thin lines of blood trail down his body.
The moment the shower turned on Draco wanted to beat his head on the poster of his bed. Why did Harry have such fondness for showers…it was beyond Draco.
Draco stormed into the bathroom, distressed when he saw the red bottom of the shower.
"What's wrong with you?" Draco yelled.
Draco opened the glass door quickly. Harry didn't look as distressed and weak as he did when he cut himself before.
"I'm not going to die, Malfoy. Can I please shower in peace?"
Draco blushed when he realized that he could see Harry full frontal and naked. He quickly grew hard and closed the shower door, but Harry had already seen.
"I wish you wouldn't be attracted to me." Harry whispered through the shower.
The Slytherin was sitting on the cold floor, completely embarrassed.
"I can't help it. And you teasing me just made it worse." Draco admitted, "I never thought I'd be saying this to you of all people."
Harry shifted and leaned on the wall of the shower. The glass was distorted, so nothing but his shape and colour could be seen.
"Why are you cutting yourself?" Draco asked.
It took a good moment for him to respond.
"I enjoyed kissing you, I like your touch." Draco watched Harry sink down the wall of the shower. "I don't deserve to be happy."
Draco's heart skipped a beat.
"You know, Ginny wouldn't want it to be this way." Harry was all ears now. "I may not have known her, but any friend, or lover, wouldn't want you to be slowly killing yourself. None of your friends would want you to hate living. Ginny would want you to love again."
Whimpering. Draco heard faint whimpering, then, a full-blown cry. Harry was crying.
"She would…" Harry gurgled, turning off the shower, "they all would…"
Draco listened to Harry cry momentarily.
"Can you get me a towel, Malfoy?" Harry sniffled.
Draco stood and went to the cabinet where the towels were kept. When he turned around with a towel, Harry was standing right in front of him. Draco quickly turned around, blushing deeply. Harry's hand suddenly touched his side, startling him.
"Will you clean my wounds?" Harry asked.
Draco hurridly moved to his room, grabbing a yellow healing balm and moved to Harry's room. Harry sat on his bed, still in only a towel while Draco spread the yellow balm onto his cuts.
"Thank you." Harry said.
"Well I'm not finished yet." Draco was only halfway done spreading the balm.
"No," Harry started, "for back in the bathroom."
Harry seemed solemn. Draco quickly became nervous.
"Well…I-I was…only trying to…help." Draco said.
Harry raised an eyebrow at the blonde.
"Since when do Malfoy's get nervous?" He leaned in a kissed Draco hard on the mouth, sending the balm flying through the air. "I think I can make you my everything…"
Draco never forgot those words.
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HAHA! Sounds like the end eh? But I haven't added a spicy love scene yet! Or the twist!
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