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Title: Nothing Strange About This
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Words: 453
Summary: Harry and Draco have a weird way of dealing with how much they hate each other.
Author's Note: Part of milemac 's Christmas present.
They did hate each other, really. Even if anyone witnessing such a scene would laugh and be rightfully skeptical.
The thing is, sometimes their burning hatred for each other got released in an unconventional fashion.
Right.
It happened like a formula: Draco would make a snide remark at Harry who would throw back some righteous retort - schoolyard nonsense, close enough to a cliché. But instead of each stomping away to go on with their day, they’d stare and huff and the room started to feel too hot and stuffy.
Most times it happened in the boy’s bathroom - this time was no different. The room was empty except for the two of them, the rest of the students in class (and, frankly, there were a lot of bathrooms around for them to worry over intrusions).
The one initiated things was never brought up in their arguments, it’s not like it gave them leverage over the other - they both were equally responsible and they knew it.
And that’s the story over how Harry and Draco ended up in the boy’s bathroom on the second floor fumbling together in a mix between kissing and pushing each other around. Harry was fisting the collar of Draco’s shirt as he pushed him hard against a wall.
Draco broke the kiss with a gasp as the air got knocked out of him; they panted together trying to regain their breaths. It wasn’t long before Draco grabbed Harry’s tie and pulled him down for another kiss. The kiss was rough, all bites and teeth - Harry had moved his hands to rest behind Draco’s neck, angling him up for better access as he slipped his tongue inside Draco’s mouth.
They were fighting for dominance and it was merely as a strategic move (of course) the reason why Draco let his hands move down slowly down Harry’s sides to grip his hips and pull him forward, pressing them flush together. Harry broke the kiss again; breath hitching over the sudden contact, Draco smirked.
Harry wasn’t about to be defeated by such a cheap tactic and in retaliation moved his lips down to Draco’s pulse point, biting and licking the abused skin on his neck - Harry was rewarded with a gasp.
Eventually, they stopped keeping score and just as Harry found a way to slip one of his hands down Draco’s pants they heard loud voices and quick steps coming towards the bathroom. They pulled apart faster than lighting and were quick to reassemble themselves, both looking down as they fled from the bathroom - trying to hide flushed cheeks and swollen lips.
They’d always go into opposite directions, but sharing the same thoughts of loathing and something else they’d never try to name.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Words: 453
Summary: Harry and Draco have a weird way of dealing with how much they hate each other.
Author's Note: Part of milemac 's Christmas present.
They did hate each other, really. Even if anyone witnessing such a scene would laugh and be rightfully skeptical.
The thing is, sometimes their burning hatred for each other got released in an unconventional fashion.
Right.
It happened like a formula: Draco would make a snide remark at Harry who would throw back some righteous retort - schoolyard nonsense, close enough to a cliché. But instead of each stomping away to go on with their day, they’d stare and huff and the room started to feel too hot and stuffy.
Most times it happened in the boy’s bathroom - this time was no different. The room was empty except for the two of them, the rest of the students in class (and, frankly, there were a lot of bathrooms around for them to worry over intrusions).
The one initiated things was never brought up in their arguments, it’s not like it gave them leverage over the other - they both were equally responsible and they knew it.
And that’s the story over how Harry and Draco ended up in the boy’s bathroom on the second floor fumbling together in a mix between kissing and pushing each other around. Harry was fisting the collar of Draco’s shirt as he pushed him hard against a wall.
Draco broke the kiss with a gasp as the air got knocked out of him; they panted together trying to regain their breaths. It wasn’t long before Draco grabbed Harry’s tie and pulled him down for another kiss. The kiss was rough, all bites and teeth - Harry had moved his hands to rest behind Draco’s neck, angling him up for better access as he slipped his tongue inside Draco’s mouth.
They were fighting for dominance and it was merely as a strategic move (of course) the reason why Draco let his hands move down slowly down Harry’s sides to grip his hips and pull him forward, pressing them flush together. Harry broke the kiss again; breath hitching over the sudden contact, Draco smirked.
Harry wasn’t about to be defeated by such a cheap tactic and in retaliation moved his lips down to Draco’s pulse point, biting and licking the abused skin on his neck - Harry was rewarded with a gasp.
Eventually, they stopped keeping score and just as Harry found a way to slip one of his hands down Draco’s pants they heard loud voices and quick steps coming towards the bathroom. They pulled apart faster than lighting and were quick to reassemble themselves, both looking down as they fled from the bathroom - trying to hide flushed cheeks and swollen lips.
They’d always go into opposite directions, but sharing the same thoughts of loathing and something else they’d never try to name.