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For Regret
At last, it's here. Regret, you're the ONLY person that I would EVER write an explicit kissing scene for, so enjoy it. I'm sorry that it's horrible (well, I think it is.) Oh, god, this is such a fluffy bunny!! *whines* I never write fluffy! For a reason! Because I'm terrible at it! *sighs* And now I have no idea where to go with this...
Days went by, as Harry concocted plan after plan in order to get Draco alone again. He tried another race, but Draco sneered at him and went inside to study potions. He tried passing notes to Draco in class, but all he got was detention when Draco made them explode, and then blamed him for it happening. He even enlisted the Weasley twins to help him... but their plan ended up covering Draco in a bright green goo that turned his hair pink.
Harry sighed despondently. No wonder the Sorting Hat didn't put him in Slytherin--none of his plans worked! He was doing better when he tackled Draco in the field! Maybe I should just give up.
"Harry?" Harry glanced up at Hermione and looked away again.
"Yes?"
"Is this--I mean, are you--really?" Hermione shook her head and sighed. "I mean, this thing with Draco--are you serious?"
"Yeah, 'Mione. I'm serious."
"Then...why don't you stop messing with him and tell him how you feel?"
"Well, that's...that's a girly thing." Harry muttered. "He should know. I kissed him."
"You kissed him!?" Hermione shouted, drawing the attention of the rest of the common room.
"Oh, thanks, Hermione. Just shout it out as loud as you can--I don't think Professor Snape in the DUNGEONS heard you clearly enough!"
"You kissed him?" Fred and George synchronized, crossing the room and plopping themselves down on a couch as they looked at Harry with wide eyes.
"Bollocks!" Harry shouted, slamming his fists down onto the windowsill he was sitting next to. "None of you are even taking me seriously! Why would I be joking about liking Draco? And now--he got turned pink! He's never going to want to even talk to me!"
"Well...Harry...." Hermione began slowly. "If you really like him that much, but you can't tell him like a normal person...why don't you find something he likes?"
"Something he likes?" Harry frowned, his eyebrows knitting together in concentration. Well, Draco liked potions... gardens ... Quidditch... and he was always reading something, Harry had discovered....
"Forget about that!" George waved a hand in front of Harry's face, drawing the boy's attention to him and his twin again. "Tell us the important stuff! What was it like, kissing Malfoy? The demanding public wants to know!"
"What it was like to kiss Draco...?" Harry stared out the window, his green eyes cloudy with remembrance as he reached up to touch his mouth. Fire and honey...a burning ache and sweet torture...feeling that lithe body beneath him, pressed against him so tightly, so right...
"Harry? Harry?” Fred waved his hand in front of Harry’s face, and Harry started, blinking his eyes in confusion as a blush crept up his neck.
“Wow,” George grinned. “Malfoy must have been one hell of a--”
Harry grabbed George’s wrist, his emerald eyes flaring brightly. “Be quiet. He’s mine, George.”
George raised an eyebrow, a cocky grin appearing on his lips. “Says who?”
“Says--”
“Will you stop it?" Hermione asked in exasperation. “Harry, George is teasing you-don’t get so serious. But I do have a question.” Harry nodded, and Hermione continued. “Do you like him?”
“Hermione!” A sigh gusted out of Harry, and he looked at her irritably. “What have I been telling you? Mer--”
“Harry, we’ve established one thing. You want him. But physical desire is not the same thing as caring for him.”
"Caring? For Draco?" Harry frowned. "You know, I wonder if there is anything to care for in him, really. He's a spoiled, egotistical little brat!"
Hermione slammed her books down, her face pale. "My god, Harry! Why the hell are you even chasing after him, then? What happens if you succeed? What happens if he falls in love with you? Are you just going to drop him the instant you fall out of lust?"
Harry blinked. What would happen if Draco actually ever admitted their attraction? "I... hadn't thought that far, actually..."
Hermione gaped at him, blinking in shock. Fred shrugged. "He's the Slytherin Slut, Herm. Do you actually expect him to have a personality? I mean, you wouldn't believe some of the rumors--"
"Rumors? Rumors?" Hermione's mouth shut with a snap, her dark eyes darkening further with pure rage. "I never thought I'd say this," she said quietly, calmly. "But you--all of you--disgust me." She stood up silently and walked to the door, shutting it with a soft click behind her.
"Women!" George muttered in disgust.
Harry frowned. "Maybe she's right. Maybe I'm doing this for the wrong reasons. Why am I doing this?"
"Still, she didn't--"
"--need to get so mad."
At the same time, the Weasley twins froze, heads turning toward each other in surprised realization.
"Hey," Ron poked his head through the hole in the wall. "What's up with Herm? She ran by me at, like, a hundred miles a minute!"
"Hey, you don't think--" Fred began.
"--that Hermione might--" George continued.
"--like Draco, too?" They shouted in unison.
"What?" Ron shouted, falling into the room. "Are you crazy"
Harry shook his head. "She wouldn't. She likes Ron."
"She does?" Ron flushed brightly, glancing back the way he came.
Harry rolled his eyes. "It's obvious, Ron!" He sighed, running a hand through his hair and heading toward the door. "I'll be out for a while, okay?" Harry vanished through the door, passing Colin Creevey on his way out.
"What's up with him?" Harry heard Colin's voice trail out as he stomped his way down the stairs.
What's up with me? Harry wondered furiously. What's not up with me? But, really, Hermione's right. I can't just keep chasing after him like a bitch in heat... Harry trailed his way down through the halls, unconsciously looking around for a pale head of hair as he wandered. He turned around the corner and saw Blaise Zabini talking with Draco, fair hair shining with highlights from the sun. Draco was shining ethereally, almost blinding as his silvery hair reflected the sunlight and drew all the attention from the other boy. Blaise glanced out of the corner of his eye at Harry and laughed, pounding Draco's back. Draco pulled away from Blaise with a glare, his eyes flaring wide as he shot his glance down the hall, locking onto Harry with something slightly akin to panic.
"Fuck off." Draco sneered at Zabini, his eyes flickering to the possible exits of the hallway.
Harry quickened his pace slightly, straining to hear their conversation. Blaise leaned close to Draco, pressing against the other blonde smugly. "Why are you so worried, Malfoy?" Blaise murmured at Draco, arching his eyebrow. "Is the Golden Boy going to melt the Ice Prince?" He looked directly at Harry as he smirked, his hands drifting down to grab Draco's ass.
Harry narrowed his eyes in anger, and his jaw clenched as he drew closer to the two other boys.
Draco flinched, shoving Blaise away. "Fuck off, Zabini! Don't touch me again!"
Blaise's smirk widened, and he stepped away, his eyes flickering over Draco appreciatively. "Did I muss the Draco Malfoy Perfection? Please, do forgive me. Although," he continued, glancing slyly at Draco. "I'm beginning to believe that you just enjoy being chased. I don't think you're worth all the effort everyone puts into you."
"Get away from him, Zabini," Harry growled, clenching his hands into fists.
Draco's eyes iced over and the boy glared, raising his chin as he brushed a strand of hair out of his face. "I can take care of myself, Potter." Draco hissed. "I don't need you."
Blaise laughed, backing away. "I think I'll leave you two lovebirds alone." Blaise turned and made his way down the hall, shaking his fair head in amusement.
Draco's eyes darted right and left, desperately looking for an exit as students flowed around them.
"Draco?" Harry suddenly felt shy, looking down at his rival hesitantly.
"Did I give you permission to use my name?" Draco asked coolly.
Harry ignored Draco's words. "Can I talk to you in private?"
"Why?" Draco stiffened, adding in a softer tone, "I remember what happened last time we were alone. I'm not giving you the opportunity to molest me again."
"It isn't molestation if you like it, Malfoy." Harry declared clearly, a small smirk twisting his mouth. Draco cringed, his eyes darting around again before he grabbed Harry's arm, dragging him into an empty classroom. "What are you--"
Draco shushed him, stalking around the classroom to ascertain their privacy before he whirled around to face his enemy. "I didn't like it. I don't know what you're trying to do, Potter, but whatever it is, I'm not falling for it."
"What do you think I'm trying to do?" Harry leaned against the wall.
"You're trying to humiliate me!" Draco said instantly. "You're trying to ruin my life!"
"No, Draco!" Harry pulled away from the wall, his eyes wide. "That's not it at all!"
"Oh? Then what are you trying to do?"
"I--I'm trying to get the feeling back." Harry flushed, stepping closer to Draco.
"The feeling?" Draco's eyes were skeptical as he sneered, stepping back as Harry advanced.
"Yes." Harry took another step forward. Draco took another step back, stumbling as he ran into a desk. "This feeling." Harry raised his hand and ran his fingertips over Draco's mouth, gently brushing up his cheek and caressing the outline of Draco's hair. Draco inhaled sharply, freezing as Harry leaned closer, nuzzling at the soft hollow just below Draco's ear. Harry breathed in the other boy's scent, pulling him closer as he ran his fingers through the silky strands of silvery hair.
"Potter?" Draco choked out.
"Yes?" Harry's eyes glowed, transfixed on Draco's speeding pulse, his tongue darting out to wet dry lips.
Draco swallowed. "What was it you wanted to talk about?"
Harry blinked, frowning as Draco's words penetrated his lust-fogged brain. Talking. He was supposed to be talking. He straightened, taking a step back. In an instant, Draco darted past Harry and whirled around, keeping the desk between them.
"You stay on that side, Potty!" Draco sneered, and Harry struggled against a smile.
"Why are you always running away from me, Draco? Do I frighten you?"
"A Malfoy isn't scared of anything!" Draco retorted with a glare, which was spoiled as he blew a strand of hair out of his eye. "And quit calling me that!"
"Quit calling you what? Draco? What should I call you then?" Harry leaned forward in what he hoped was a seductive manner. "Lover, perhaps?"
Draco made a choked, indignant sound in the back of his throat, shaking his head violently.
Harry found that noise unbelievably sexy.
“All right, then,” he acquiesced. “What kind of things do you like to do?”
Draco gaped. “What?”
“Hermione pointed out to me that lust is not necessarily a good thing by itself, so I want to get to know you.”
Draco’s jaw dropped further. “You wanted me alone so you could chat me up?”
“I want to know more about you. What kind of things do you like to do? What kind of books are you always reading? What do you do in your spare time?” Harry watched Draco carefully. “I want to know why I think you’re funny-why I can pick your voice out of a room crowded with people-“
“…you can?” Draco leaned back slightly, his expression unreadable.
“By Circe! I don’t know why you’re acting so virginal! I can’t be the first one who’s said something like this before!” Harry waited impatiently for Draco to admit that he was acting, that he’d gone through this before so that Harry could have a reason to get angry, but his only answer was silence. He turned to find a beet red Draco looking down at his shoes. Then it clicked. “No one has, have they?” he breathed in realization before looking shyly at the blonde boy. “Were…were you waiting for me?”
Draco snorted. “You are a disgusting romantic. You do know that, don't you, Potter?” Draco tugged yet another strand of hair behind his ear, and Harry narrowed his eyes.
“You keep playing with your hair.” Harry stared intently as Draco’s elegant hand gracefully pushed back the bright strands and smiled. “You aren’t wearing any of that gross wax stuff today!”
Draco paused. “What are you blabbering about?”
“Your hair.” Harry breathed, widening his eyes.
“I didn’t have enough time!” Draco hedged.
“So says the boy who probably gets up an hour earlier than his roommates just so he can look perfect? I don’t think so. You’re wearing your hair like that for me!”
“Wha-Potter, are you daft? I have better things to do than-“ Harry pushed the desk to the side and stepped closer, his eyes a fiery jade. “Potter-stay away-“
“Or what, Malfoy? Are you going to curse me?” With a silent apology to Hermione, Harry pushed Draco against the wall, burying his hands in that tantalizingly vivid hair, nipping at the juncture of Draco’s neck and shoulder just to feel the shiver run through Draco’s slight frame. “I don’t think you will. You want this as much as I do.”
“Get off me, Potter!” Draco shoved at Harry’s shoulder. “I have no idea what you’re talking about! I was out of--!”
“I thought you said you didn’t have the time?”
Silver eyes were wide in sudden astonishment, his face crimson. “I-I-I ahh! My god, a Malfoy is not manhandled like this! I demand that you release me at once! Do you hear me, Potter? Let me go, or I swear-“
“Fuck talking,” Harry declared, yanking Draco's head back and sucking on the furiously beating pulse in the blonde boy's throat. One arm wrapped around Draco's waist to drag him close, their bodies perfectly aligned as Harry trailed burning kisses up the column of Draco's neck, biting at the fleshy lobe of Draco's ear. Draco made another small sound, and Harry chuckled, his breath warm against Draco's skin as yet another shiver ran through the blonde. “I’m going to be your first--your first everything.” Harry murmured, his voice raw. He detected a rising flush on Draco's skin, the fair boy feverish under his touch. “No one else, Malfoy.” Harry pulled back slightly and looked intently into Draco’s burnished, tempestuous eyes. Harry stroked Draco's hair gently, leaning close as his tongue flicked out to brush the sensitive place just below Draco's ear. “You're mine.”
Moonstone met emerald as Draco relaxed ever so slightly against Harry, his tongue darting out unconsciously to wet his lips. Harry groaned and captured the damp pink lips with his own, inhaling Draco’s breath as his tongue ran lightly over Draco’s quivering bottom lip, tasting-demanding response and receiving it as Draco’s mouth parted, hesitantly extending the invitation for more. Harry’s tongue flickered over Draco’s, coaxing playfully as they tangled together, drifting apart to explore the moist heat of their mouths. Draco caught Harry’s tongue between his teeth and sucked gently as he mewled, melting completely against Harry and tangling his fingers in Harry’s locks, his thigh nudging in between Harry’s legs in an effort to get impossibly closer. The fire of their lips spiraled down into an ache, and Harry thrust against Draco, a gasp escaping both of them as their erections rubbed against each other through the layers of their robes.
“Oh, gods,” Harry murmured against Draco’s mouth, pushing aside the dark robe to place his hands against Draco’s blazing skin, deaf to the sound of ripping fabric. “You’re killing me...”
“Yes,” Draco moaned, clutching at Harry’s shoulders. “Oh... Transfiguration!! Shit!!” His eyes suddenly snapped open in horror, and he jolted, his knee shooting straight up against Harry’s groin. Harry went down with a groan and Draco stared down at him, smoothing down his robes. “Come on, Potter! We’re late for class! Get up!” Draco nudged him with the toe of his boot. "You have to get up!!"
“That fucking hurt, Malfoy!” Harry spat, his eyes scrunched shut as he attempted to get to his feet.
“McGonagall’s going to fucking hurt us if we’re any later!” Draco stomped his foot and headed toward the door. ”Fuck! People are going to be wondering where we were!”
“Why don’t we just tell them the truth?” Harry suggested, getting up and adopting a lopsided gait in an attempt to keep up with Draco.
“Oh, that’s bloody brilliant, Potter!” Draco drawled, scarcely out of breath. “Professor McGonagall, I have a confession to make. The reason I’ve been so jumpy around your favorite student is because he stole my first kiss in the Quidditch field, and I’ve just spent the last god-knows-how-long in an abandoned classroom with him. What was I doing with him Professor McGonagall? I’m sorry, but I can’t tell you. I do have an image to uphold.”
Harry laughed, smothering the sound as Draco glared at him.
“It’s not funny!” Draco insisted, stopping abruptly and righting his clothing a final time. “Laugh now, Potter, but we both have to walk into that classroom.” That effectively quieted Harry, and they walked into the class.
McGonagall looked up from her desk, as well as every single student who had been working on their class work. “Where have you two been?”
“I don’t know where Potter has been,” Draco lied smoothly. “But I was in my dorm studying potions. I lost track of time.”
McGonagall sighed. “15 points from Slytherin, Mr. Malfoy. Please watch the time when you study from now on?” Draco nodded and headed toward his seat in the back. “Mr. Malfoy?”
“Yes, Professor?”
“Why is your robe ripped?”
Draco blinked, looking incredulously at his ripped sleeve. His eyes darted to Harry for a moment before he looked at McGonagall with calculated innocence. “I don’t know, Professor. I must have caught it on something on the way here.” He sat down quickly and gathered his supplies on his desk.
“And you, Mr. Potter?”
“I-I” Harry blushed, running a hand through his messier-than-usual hair. “I was taking a walk around the grounds, and I-I forgot.”
McGonagall’s mouth tightened in disapproval. “15 points from Gryffindor as well, Mr. Potter. Perhaps you and Mr. Malfoy should be more careful judging the time needed for your activities.” Harry flushed crimson and muttered an apology before going to his seat, keeping his eyes adverted from everyone as he got his supplies out on his desk.
After a moment, a scrap of paper magically appeared on his desk. He glanced surreptitiously around at his fellow students before unfolding the piece of parchment.
That was so smooth, Potter. Really. Your inability to lie amazes me.
Harry contemplated his response for a moment and grinned, scribbling his answer down.
I don’t lie, Malfoy.
P. S.
You tasted good.
With a puff, the parchment was gone, and Harry cautiously watched Draco, who opened the note as soon as it appeared and turned furiously scarlet. He crumpled the note and shoved it into his pocket, turning to write energetically on his class work. With no forthcoming note, Harry shrugged and turned to his own.
“What happened?” Ron hissed, leaning over to Harry.
“A good thing happened,” Harry smiled. “A good thing.”
“You look like you just got snogged, Harry!”
Harry’s smile deepened. “Wouldn’t you think of that as a good thing?”
"Harry!" Hermione hissed from his other side. "What happened to talking?"
"Well, I tried," Harry looked apologetically at Hermione. "It's just--well--did you know he's really hot?"
Ron made a face, looking towards the studiously indifferent Draco. “That’s just demented Harry.” Ron shook his head, his eyebrows wrinkling together. “Just... demented.”
Harry agreed silently, and all three returned to their work.
TBC
ACK!!!! *is continuously dying of utter humilation* *cries* I'm never going to write explicit again!!
Days went by, as Harry concocted plan after plan in order to get Draco alone again. He tried another race, but Draco sneered at him and went inside to study potions. He tried passing notes to Draco in class, but all he got was detention when Draco made them explode, and then blamed him for it happening. He even enlisted the Weasley twins to help him... but their plan ended up covering Draco in a bright green goo that turned his hair pink.
Harry sighed despondently. No wonder the Sorting Hat didn't put him in Slytherin--none of his plans worked! He was doing better when he tackled Draco in the field! Maybe I should just give up.
"Harry?" Harry glanced up at Hermione and looked away again.
"Yes?"
"Is this--I mean, are you--really?" Hermione shook her head and sighed. "I mean, this thing with Draco--are you serious?"
"Yeah, 'Mione. I'm serious."
"Then...why don't you stop messing with him and tell him how you feel?"
"Well, that's...that's a girly thing." Harry muttered. "He should know. I kissed him."
"You kissed him!?" Hermione shouted, drawing the attention of the rest of the common room.
"Oh, thanks, Hermione. Just shout it out as loud as you can--I don't think Professor Snape in the DUNGEONS heard you clearly enough!"
"You kissed him?" Fred and George synchronized, crossing the room and plopping themselves down on a couch as they looked at Harry with wide eyes.
"Bollocks!" Harry shouted, slamming his fists down onto the windowsill he was sitting next to. "None of you are even taking me seriously! Why would I be joking about liking Draco? And now--he got turned pink! He's never going to want to even talk to me!"
"Well...Harry...." Hermione began slowly. "If you really like him that much, but you can't tell him like a normal person...why don't you find something he likes?"
"Something he likes?" Harry frowned, his eyebrows knitting together in concentration. Well, Draco liked potions... gardens ... Quidditch... and he was always reading something, Harry had discovered....
"Forget about that!" George waved a hand in front of Harry's face, drawing the boy's attention to him and his twin again. "Tell us the important stuff! What was it like, kissing Malfoy? The demanding public wants to know!"
"What it was like to kiss Draco...?" Harry stared out the window, his green eyes cloudy with remembrance as he reached up to touch his mouth. Fire and honey...a burning ache and sweet torture...feeling that lithe body beneath him, pressed against him so tightly, so right...
"Harry? Harry?” Fred waved his hand in front of Harry’s face, and Harry started, blinking his eyes in confusion as a blush crept up his neck.
“Wow,” George grinned. “Malfoy must have been one hell of a--”
Harry grabbed George’s wrist, his emerald eyes flaring brightly. “Be quiet. He’s mine, George.”
George raised an eyebrow, a cocky grin appearing on his lips. “Says who?”
“Says--”
“Will you stop it?" Hermione asked in exasperation. “Harry, George is teasing you-don’t get so serious. But I do have a question.” Harry nodded, and Hermione continued. “Do you like him?”
“Hermione!” A sigh gusted out of Harry, and he looked at her irritably. “What have I been telling you? Mer--”
“Harry, we’ve established one thing. You want him. But physical desire is not the same thing as caring for him.”
"Caring? For Draco?" Harry frowned. "You know, I wonder if there is anything to care for in him, really. He's a spoiled, egotistical little brat!"
Hermione slammed her books down, her face pale. "My god, Harry! Why the hell are you even chasing after him, then? What happens if you succeed? What happens if he falls in love with you? Are you just going to drop him the instant you fall out of lust?"
Harry blinked. What would happen if Draco actually ever admitted their attraction? "I... hadn't thought that far, actually..."
Hermione gaped at him, blinking in shock. Fred shrugged. "He's the Slytherin Slut, Herm. Do you actually expect him to have a personality? I mean, you wouldn't believe some of the rumors--"
"Rumors? Rumors?" Hermione's mouth shut with a snap, her dark eyes darkening further with pure rage. "I never thought I'd say this," she said quietly, calmly. "But you--all of you--disgust me." She stood up silently and walked to the door, shutting it with a soft click behind her.
"Women!" George muttered in disgust.
Harry frowned. "Maybe she's right. Maybe I'm doing this for the wrong reasons. Why am I doing this?"
"Still, she didn't--"
"--need to get so mad."
At the same time, the Weasley twins froze, heads turning toward each other in surprised realization.
"Hey," Ron poked his head through the hole in the wall. "What's up with Herm? She ran by me at, like, a hundred miles a minute!"
"Hey, you don't think--" Fred began.
"--that Hermione might--" George continued.
"--like Draco, too?" They shouted in unison.
"What?" Ron shouted, falling into the room. "Are you crazy"
Harry shook his head. "She wouldn't. She likes Ron."
"She does?" Ron flushed brightly, glancing back the way he came.
Harry rolled his eyes. "It's obvious, Ron!" He sighed, running a hand through his hair and heading toward the door. "I'll be out for a while, okay?" Harry vanished through the door, passing Colin Creevey on his way out.
"What's up with him?" Harry heard Colin's voice trail out as he stomped his way down the stairs.
What's up with me? Harry wondered furiously. What's not up with me? But, really, Hermione's right. I can't just keep chasing after him like a bitch in heat... Harry trailed his way down through the halls, unconsciously looking around for a pale head of hair as he wandered. He turned around the corner and saw Blaise Zabini talking with Draco, fair hair shining with highlights from the sun. Draco was shining ethereally, almost blinding as his silvery hair reflected the sunlight and drew all the attention from the other boy. Blaise glanced out of the corner of his eye at Harry and laughed, pounding Draco's back. Draco pulled away from Blaise with a glare, his eyes flaring wide as he shot his glance down the hall, locking onto Harry with something slightly akin to panic.
"Fuck off." Draco sneered at Zabini, his eyes flickering to the possible exits of the hallway.
Harry quickened his pace slightly, straining to hear their conversation. Blaise leaned close to Draco, pressing against the other blonde smugly. "Why are you so worried, Malfoy?" Blaise murmured at Draco, arching his eyebrow. "Is the Golden Boy going to melt the Ice Prince?" He looked directly at Harry as he smirked, his hands drifting down to grab Draco's ass.
Harry narrowed his eyes in anger, and his jaw clenched as he drew closer to the two other boys.
Draco flinched, shoving Blaise away. "Fuck off, Zabini! Don't touch me again!"
Blaise's smirk widened, and he stepped away, his eyes flickering over Draco appreciatively. "Did I muss the Draco Malfoy Perfection? Please, do forgive me. Although," he continued, glancing slyly at Draco. "I'm beginning to believe that you just enjoy being chased. I don't think you're worth all the effort everyone puts into you."
"Get away from him, Zabini," Harry growled, clenching his hands into fists.
Draco's eyes iced over and the boy glared, raising his chin as he brushed a strand of hair out of his face. "I can take care of myself, Potter." Draco hissed. "I don't need you."
Blaise laughed, backing away. "I think I'll leave you two lovebirds alone." Blaise turned and made his way down the hall, shaking his fair head in amusement.
Draco's eyes darted right and left, desperately looking for an exit as students flowed around them.
"Draco?" Harry suddenly felt shy, looking down at his rival hesitantly.
"Did I give you permission to use my name?" Draco asked coolly.
Harry ignored Draco's words. "Can I talk to you in private?"
"Why?" Draco stiffened, adding in a softer tone, "I remember what happened last time we were alone. I'm not giving you the opportunity to molest me again."
"It isn't molestation if you like it, Malfoy." Harry declared clearly, a small smirk twisting his mouth. Draco cringed, his eyes darting around again before he grabbed Harry's arm, dragging him into an empty classroom. "What are you--"
Draco shushed him, stalking around the classroom to ascertain their privacy before he whirled around to face his enemy. "I didn't like it. I don't know what you're trying to do, Potter, but whatever it is, I'm not falling for it."
"What do you think I'm trying to do?" Harry leaned against the wall.
"You're trying to humiliate me!" Draco said instantly. "You're trying to ruin my life!"
"No, Draco!" Harry pulled away from the wall, his eyes wide. "That's not it at all!"
"Oh? Then what are you trying to do?"
"I--I'm trying to get the feeling back." Harry flushed, stepping closer to Draco.
"The feeling?" Draco's eyes were skeptical as he sneered, stepping back as Harry advanced.
"Yes." Harry took another step forward. Draco took another step back, stumbling as he ran into a desk. "This feeling." Harry raised his hand and ran his fingertips over Draco's mouth, gently brushing up his cheek and caressing the outline of Draco's hair. Draco inhaled sharply, freezing as Harry leaned closer, nuzzling at the soft hollow just below Draco's ear. Harry breathed in the other boy's scent, pulling him closer as he ran his fingers through the silky strands of silvery hair.
"Potter?" Draco choked out.
"Yes?" Harry's eyes glowed, transfixed on Draco's speeding pulse, his tongue darting out to wet dry lips.
Draco swallowed. "What was it you wanted to talk about?"
Harry blinked, frowning as Draco's words penetrated his lust-fogged brain. Talking. He was supposed to be talking. He straightened, taking a step back. In an instant, Draco darted past Harry and whirled around, keeping the desk between them.
"You stay on that side, Potty!" Draco sneered, and Harry struggled against a smile.
"Why are you always running away from me, Draco? Do I frighten you?"
"A Malfoy isn't scared of anything!" Draco retorted with a glare, which was spoiled as he blew a strand of hair out of his eye. "And quit calling me that!"
"Quit calling you what? Draco? What should I call you then?" Harry leaned forward in what he hoped was a seductive manner. "Lover, perhaps?"
Draco made a choked, indignant sound in the back of his throat, shaking his head violently.
Harry found that noise unbelievably sexy.
“All right, then,” he acquiesced. “What kind of things do you like to do?”
Draco gaped. “What?”
“Hermione pointed out to me that lust is not necessarily a good thing by itself, so I want to get to know you.”
Draco’s jaw dropped further. “You wanted me alone so you could chat me up?”
“I want to know more about you. What kind of things do you like to do? What kind of books are you always reading? What do you do in your spare time?” Harry watched Draco carefully. “I want to know why I think you’re funny-why I can pick your voice out of a room crowded with people-“
“…you can?” Draco leaned back slightly, his expression unreadable.
“By Circe! I don’t know why you’re acting so virginal! I can’t be the first one who’s said something like this before!” Harry waited impatiently for Draco to admit that he was acting, that he’d gone through this before so that Harry could have a reason to get angry, but his only answer was silence. He turned to find a beet red Draco looking down at his shoes. Then it clicked. “No one has, have they?” he breathed in realization before looking shyly at the blonde boy. “Were…were you waiting for me?”
Draco snorted. “You are a disgusting romantic. You do know that, don't you, Potter?” Draco tugged yet another strand of hair behind his ear, and Harry narrowed his eyes.
“You keep playing with your hair.” Harry stared intently as Draco’s elegant hand gracefully pushed back the bright strands and smiled. “You aren’t wearing any of that gross wax stuff today!”
Draco paused. “What are you blabbering about?”
“Your hair.” Harry breathed, widening his eyes.
“I didn’t have enough time!” Draco hedged.
“So says the boy who probably gets up an hour earlier than his roommates just so he can look perfect? I don’t think so. You’re wearing your hair like that for me!”
“Wha-Potter, are you daft? I have better things to do than-“ Harry pushed the desk to the side and stepped closer, his eyes a fiery jade. “Potter-stay away-“
“Or what, Malfoy? Are you going to curse me?” With a silent apology to Hermione, Harry pushed Draco against the wall, burying his hands in that tantalizingly vivid hair, nipping at the juncture of Draco’s neck and shoulder just to feel the shiver run through Draco’s slight frame. “I don’t think you will. You want this as much as I do.”
“Get off me, Potter!” Draco shoved at Harry’s shoulder. “I have no idea what you’re talking about! I was out of--!”
“I thought you said you didn’t have the time?”
Silver eyes were wide in sudden astonishment, his face crimson. “I-I-I ahh! My god, a Malfoy is not manhandled like this! I demand that you release me at once! Do you hear me, Potter? Let me go, or I swear-“
“Fuck talking,” Harry declared, yanking Draco's head back and sucking on the furiously beating pulse in the blonde boy's throat. One arm wrapped around Draco's waist to drag him close, their bodies perfectly aligned as Harry trailed burning kisses up the column of Draco's neck, biting at the fleshy lobe of Draco's ear. Draco made another small sound, and Harry chuckled, his breath warm against Draco's skin as yet another shiver ran through the blonde. “I’m going to be your first--your first everything.” Harry murmured, his voice raw. He detected a rising flush on Draco's skin, the fair boy feverish under his touch. “No one else, Malfoy.” Harry pulled back slightly and looked intently into Draco’s burnished, tempestuous eyes. Harry stroked Draco's hair gently, leaning close as his tongue flicked out to brush the sensitive place just below Draco's ear. “You're mine.”
Moonstone met emerald as Draco relaxed ever so slightly against Harry, his tongue darting out unconsciously to wet his lips. Harry groaned and captured the damp pink lips with his own, inhaling Draco’s breath as his tongue ran lightly over Draco’s quivering bottom lip, tasting-demanding response and receiving it as Draco’s mouth parted, hesitantly extending the invitation for more. Harry’s tongue flickered over Draco’s, coaxing playfully as they tangled together, drifting apart to explore the moist heat of their mouths. Draco caught Harry’s tongue between his teeth and sucked gently as he mewled, melting completely against Harry and tangling his fingers in Harry’s locks, his thigh nudging in between Harry’s legs in an effort to get impossibly closer. The fire of their lips spiraled down into an ache, and Harry thrust against Draco, a gasp escaping both of them as their erections rubbed against each other through the layers of their robes.
“Oh, gods,” Harry murmured against Draco’s mouth, pushing aside the dark robe to place his hands against Draco’s blazing skin, deaf to the sound of ripping fabric. “You’re killing me...”
“Yes,” Draco moaned, clutching at Harry’s shoulders. “Oh... Transfiguration!! Shit!!” His eyes suddenly snapped open in horror, and he jolted, his knee shooting straight up against Harry’s groin. Harry went down with a groan and Draco stared down at him, smoothing down his robes. “Come on, Potter! We’re late for class! Get up!” Draco nudged him with the toe of his boot. "You have to get up!!"
“That fucking hurt, Malfoy!” Harry spat, his eyes scrunched shut as he attempted to get to his feet.
“McGonagall’s going to fucking hurt us if we’re any later!” Draco stomped his foot and headed toward the door. ”Fuck! People are going to be wondering where we were!”
“Why don’t we just tell them the truth?” Harry suggested, getting up and adopting a lopsided gait in an attempt to keep up with Draco.
“Oh, that’s bloody brilliant, Potter!” Draco drawled, scarcely out of breath. “Professor McGonagall, I have a confession to make. The reason I’ve been so jumpy around your favorite student is because he stole my first kiss in the Quidditch field, and I’ve just spent the last god-knows-how-long in an abandoned classroom with him. What was I doing with him Professor McGonagall? I’m sorry, but I can’t tell you. I do have an image to uphold.”
Harry laughed, smothering the sound as Draco glared at him.
“It’s not funny!” Draco insisted, stopping abruptly and righting his clothing a final time. “Laugh now, Potter, but we both have to walk into that classroom.” That effectively quieted Harry, and they walked into the class.
McGonagall looked up from her desk, as well as every single student who had been working on their class work. “Where have you two been?”
“I don’t know where Potter has been,” Draco lied smoothly. “But I was in my dorm studying potions. I lost track of time.”
McGonagall sighed. “15 points from Slytherin, Mr. Malfoy. Please watch the time when you study from now on?” Draco nodded and headed toward his seat in the back. “Mr. Malfoy?”
“Yes, Professor?”
“Why is your robe ripped?”
Draco blinked, looking incredulously at his ripped sleeve. His eyes darted to Harry for a moment before he looked at McGonagall with calculated innocence. “I don’t know, Professor. I must have caught it on something on the way here.” He sat down quickly and gathered his supplies on his desk.
“And you, Mr. Potter?”
“I-I” Harry blushed, running a hand through his messier-than-usual hair. “I was taking a walk around the grounds, and I-I forgot.”
McGonagall’s mouth tightened in disapproval. “15 points from Gryffindor as well, Mr. Potter. Perhaps you and Mr. Malfoy should be more careful judging the time needed for your activities.” Harry flushed crimson and muttered an apology before going to his seat, keeping his eyes adverted from everyone as he got his supplies out on his desk.
After a moment, a scrap of paper magically appeared on his desk. He glanced surreptitiously around at his fellow students before unfolding the piece of parchment.
That was so smooth, Potter. Really. Your inability to lie amazes me.
Harry contemplated his response for a moment and grinned, scribbling his answer down.
I don’t lie, Malfoy.
P. S.
You tasted good.
With a puff, the parchment was gone, and Harry cautiously watched Draco, who opened the note as soon as it appeared and turned furiously scarlet. He crumpled the note and shoved it into his pocket, turning to write energetically on his class work. With no forthcoming note, Harry shrugged and turned to his own.
“What happened?” Ron hissed, leaning over to Harry.
“A good thing happened,” Harry smiled. “A good thing.”
“You look like you just got snogged, Harry!”
Harry’s smile deepened. “Wouldn’t you think of that as a good thing?”
"Harry!" Hermione hissed from his other side. "What happened to talking?"
"Well, I tried," Harry looked apologetically at Hermione. "It's just--well--did you know he's really hot?"
Ron made a face, looking towards the studiously indifferent Draco. “That’s just demented Harry.” Ron shook his head, his eyebrows wrinkling together. “Just... demented.”
Harry agreed silently, and all three returned to their work.
TBC
ACK!!!! *is continuously dying of utter humilation* *cries* I'm never going to write explicit again!!
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that is all.
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:huggles mori:
fluff before work! fluff before work!
loved it! yay!
but... what about the prophecy one... :hopeful look:
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:runs around in circles:
:falls down:
dizzy...
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and really, sometimes the muse knows best. chapter 12 went exactly according to and exactly *not* according to plan, thanks to my muse. and i think it was better for it, even if it was really painful.
i'd listen to your draco!muse. he's prolly on to something. and plot is good. plot is fulfilling. plot makes the world turn round. and... stuff. :huggles plotbunnies:
and if you made it het i would have to hurt you very, very badly. or maybe just sulk for a very long time.
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oh babes...
i love you.
i just... fluff and you and ::loves::
eh heh...
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well, you deserve it, you know...
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?????
*feels her heart shatter into a million pieces* how can you be so cruel ... to say you'll never do it again ..... *a tear rolls silently down the left side of her face* there must be something we can do to chnage your mind ....
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