The Gryffindor set the shaky blonde onto his feet on the cool tile and turned on the shower. As Harry began unbuttoning Malfoy's shirt, the boy's face turned murderous. He tried to push Harry away but hardly succeeded in moving him an inch.
"Alright, alright," Harry grumbled. "Do it yourself."
The boy stood and glared at Potter until he left the bathroom. Harry paced outside the door, wondering if the boy would remain standing, let alone have enough strength to remove his clothes.
He became uneasy at the silence on the other side of the door and knocked lightly. "Malfoy, are you in there?" There was no reply, not that there had been ever since Harry discovered him outside the hut. The boy seemed petrified in fear, even enough to abandon his smart ass comments and refuse to converse. Harry knocked again, becoming more concerned. "Malfoy, if you're not going to talk can you at least make a little noise so I know that you are-" Harry opened the door just in time to find the feeble boy toppling backwards. He slammed into Harry, causing the brunette to bang into the door and slam it shut as he fell.
Harry rubbed his aching head "Jeez Malfoy you klutz!" He looked down to see the blonde lying rigid against him, barely conscious. Harry unthinkingly ran his hand through the boy's dirty hair. "Hey, stay with me Draco. You can't die now," he whispered softly.
The smaller boy stirred slightly, his shirt hung open except for the last two buttons. Harry could see healing scabs all over the boy's pale chest and covering his grotesquely malnourished, jutting ribs. And yet, the dirt-ridden, ragged bastard looked devilishly gorgeous, lying there helplessly in his lap.
Harry cleared his throat and tried to push away inhumane thoughts as he helped Draco unbutton the rest of his shirt. Draco didn't even move as Potter began to remove the Slytherin's pants and undergarments. He lay, breathing heavily and dazed against Harry's shoulder for support.
Harry forced himself to tear his eyes from Draco's oddly perfect and beautiful body. He pulled the boy up and led him to the shower. Harry paused at the door, then removed his shirt and tie. Draco looked at him questioningly.
"I'm not just gonna let you fall and almost kill yourself again!" Harry snapped defensively. He caught Malfoy's eyes traveling to his bare chest, and pausing at his trousers. "I'm not that crazy," Harry mumbled as he shoved Draco in the shower. "My pants will just have to get wet."
They stood awkwardly in the large glass shower, with Draco leaning heavily on Harry, who gripped the boy's shoulders to keep him upright.
Harry found himself once again unable to tear his eyes from Malfoy's body. Although incredibly underweight, the boy's chest had managed to retain quite a bit of muscle. His blonde hair hung wetly over his eyes, which Harry noticed for the first time were a beautiful shade of grey with a slight green undertone. He couldn't even bear to look lower; the boy was just too gorgeous. He noticed the Slytherin also shyly glancing at his well built chest and slightly toned stomach. The two boy's eyes met and Draco glared. He shifted unsteadily and turned so his back was facing Harry. The brunette turned away, blushing profusely. He grabbed a bottle of shampoo and dumped some on the blonde's head. Draco yelped as it ran into his eyes.
Harry wanted to apologize but couldn't seem to find words at the moment. He instead, began rubbing the shampoo in. Malfoy leaned his head into Potter's hands, how nice it felt…
The Gryffindor moved back in surprise as Draco slapped his hand away. He thought he caught a hint of blush across the boy's face as he turned away to wash his hair on his own. The brunette moved slightly away, but then moved forward to support the unstable Draco. He noticed the horrendous, gaping slashes on Malfoy's back and felt a pang in his chest.
Malfoy twitched in pain as he felt the other boy caress one of the cuts on his back. He turned to face Potter, embarrassed of the unsightly gashes. A wave of dizziness overcame him and he suddenly fell forward, pinning Potter against the shower wall.
The boy's hips grinded against one another and Harry leaned away, feeling oddly warm. Draco found himself too weak to stand, yet Potter made no move to get up either.
Harry spoke softly "Are you ever going to tell me what happened to you?"
Malfoy looked away, unwilling to answer. He felt Harry caress his back once more; this time very softly, avoiding the healing cuts. Their bodies rubbed closer and Draco stifled a moan. Harry's hands were moving to his chest, tracing patterns across his skin.
The blonde reached out hesitantly to touch Harry's chest. His fingers traced the smooth muscle, then circled his stomach. Harry saw Draco lean forward, and then cringe as the movement pained him. He reached to help the boy but had no way to relieve his agony. Instead, Potter took Malfoy's hand. Draco took Harry's chin in his other hand and leaned forward, kissing him gently.
Harry felt as if his body was on fire. Every nerve of his being longed to touch Draco more. He felt their kiss deepen and the blond finger his trousers suggestively. He grinded his hips against Malfoy, very aware that the other boy was completely naked. His mind was clouded with need and although he knew the smaller boy was very fragile, all he could think of was his desire for the boy he once called his enemy.
The front door opened with a loud creak and Malfoy pushed away from Harry with such a force that he slammed against the far tile wall. Harry caught him as he fell and worriedly wiped the blood welling from Malfoy's unconscious head. How he longed to have Draco, to keep him in his arms forever, but the boy was incredibly frail. He probably didn't even know what he was doing, Harry thought regretfully. It's not fair of me to have these feelings for him when he's already dealing with so much. I need to be more careful. He glanced down at the pained boy, trying to eliminate the odd rush of emotions building in his chest. He leaned down for one last unrequited kiss, but heard Ron and Hermione talking loudly and rushed to get dressed instead.
Please take time from your busy schedule to thank the blessed Snow God (also called snowflake, and sometimes fluffy,) for giving us a snow day and allowing me time to update my fanfiction! This chapter gets pretty steamy, (both literally and figuratively) so I apologize to those who didn't want the story to become a yaoi. However, I hope you all enjoyed it even though interruptions always seem to come at the WORST TIMES. Lol, how many of you are sharpening pitchforks for Ron and Hermione interrupting intense shower time? I know I am!
Random note….My little cousin is so cute! I gave her my old dollhouse (after some pretty intense dust removal) and it is now her most prized possession, as she called me specifically to tell me so. She loves it so much that she wasn't sharing it with her little brother and got grounded from playing with it for three days. And for three days straight she sat by her dresser (where her parents moved it) staring at it until she was allowed to play with it again. She is just the most adorable thing! I even forgive her for stuffing me into a teeny tiny tent when we were playing hide and seek.
Gimme some triple R soon! ….for all you slow ones that's Read/Rate/Review, etc.