"Say it" by clarex_ama (part three is up (last part))
Title: Say it (Part three)
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: R/NC-17
Warnings: Well... slash, kissing, touching etc...
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or the surroundings (J.K Rowling does). This fic is only written for fun, so please.. no hard feelings.
Summary: "Why are you doing this to me?"
The fire in the Gryffindor common room burned and blazed and cast a soft, warm light at the three young people sitting nearby. The wood crackled as flames devoured it, but the young students were not listening to the peaceful sound. No, they were far too occupied with their homework, chatting and discussing.
Or… more correctly, two of the students were chatting and discussion. The third one was staring blankly down in his papers with a resigned expression on his face.
"No, Hermione. That won't be necessary," the red-headed Ron said eagerly, "you see, we have practised and practised. The team has never been in better shape, right Harry? ... Harry? Harry, are you listening to me at all?"
"Er- yes…"
Truth to be told, Harry hadn't heard one single word of his friends' conversation. His mind was somewhere else - miles away… okay maybe not miles… floors to be more precisely.
"Then, don't you agree?" Ron looked hopefully at him, and Harry nodded carefully.
"Em… I guess I do...?"
Ron smiled in triumph. "There you see, Harry agrees."
"That's only because he's not listening!" Hermione shot Harry a nasty look. Her bushy brown hair and fierce stare made her look like an annoyed lioness.
"Just because Harry agrees with me doesn't mean he isn't listening, Hermione…"
Harry's focus drifted out of the discussion, and he was once again lost in deep thoughts.
He had hoped everything would be different…. ashamed to admit it, but he was disappointed… maybe that was why he felt so angry and somehow betrayed. Oh God… he was such a naïve fool. How could he ever have thought otherwise?
He had no idea, what he had expected to be honest. But he was sure he hadn't expected Malfoy to ignore it completely the way he did. He could understand why the boy had ignored their first kiss in the closet. But after what happened in the showers, he thought even Malfoy couldn't pretend there wasn't something strange going on between them. Turned out he was wrong…
Malfoy not only ignored him… when he was forced to realize Harry's existence, the blonde boy even acted more unpleasantly towards him than usual (if that was possible).
The voices of his two best friends sounded like distant whispers through a fog. Another discussion was beginning to take form- and this one had nothing to do with Ron or Hermione. It was a dialogue between Harry and the little voice inside his head…
But he kissed me… actually you kissed him too. He started it all - in the cupboard! And you weren't far behind…But… he was the one who said, I wanted him! Don't you? Why doesn't he want to talk with me? Maybe because he HATES you! If he hates me so God damn much, then why kiss me in the first place? Maybe it's part of a plan to humiliate you…
The beginning fury streamed through his veins, making his blood hot and seething. The anger spread from his chest up to his head, and without knowing it, Harry clenched his teeth.
If it had all been a plan to humiliate him…
And at that very instant he heard something that pulled him back to reality.
"…I just want Malfoy-"
"What?!", Harry blurted out, glaring hard at the red-haired, freckle faced boy.
Ron looked shocked by Harry's sudden outburst, and Hermione sent him a suspicious look, but Harry ignored her.
"What were you saying? Were you talking about Malfoy again? What are you? Obsessed? Can't we just have one conversation without you talking about him?! He's an arrogant conceited prat, and I am so sick and tired of thinking and talking about him all the fucking time! Can't you just forget about him for one second?!", Harry snarled in exasperation. His arms were crossed over his chest and he looked rather menacing.
"Er- Sorry, mate," Ron said bewildered. He cast a cautious glance at Hermione, obviously trying to figure out what he had done wrong this time. She always wore an irritated expression when he had said or done something stupid, but to his surprise she was starring at Harry and not him.
"Harry, what's wrong?"
"Nothing is wrong, Hermione," Harry snapped back, "I just don't want to talk about Malfoy! I don't get why the two of you are so determined to do it, but I've had enough."
He didn't need to look into Hermione's eyes to know that she did not believe him. He knew he sounded all pathetic and idiotic, which only made it all worse.
"Harry, all Ron said was that he wanted Malfoy to fall of his broom in the upcoming Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin. You can't use that as an excuse to get all pissed off. You have been acting strange all day. Tell me what's wrong!"
Harry's eyes were purposely looking at the table - he wasn't in the mood to tell her and Ron what was bothering him. It was just too weird, and… he knew it would be harder to forget if his lips slipped the words of his despair.
Harry sighed heavily and looked into Hermione's concerned brown eyes.
"Look, nothing's wrong. I'm just…tired." Harry wanted desperately to get away from his friends' measuring stares, and added quickly: "I probably just need some fresh air too." He raised himself from the soft chair and walked towards the Gryffindor entrance.
"Wait, Harry! Do you think that's a good idea? We ought to be in our common-room, we're not allowed to break the curfew, and you know that."
"I'll be back soon, ", Harry said dismissively and crossed the room in quick strides.
"Bring at least your invisibility cloak!", Hermione yelled after him, but the portrait had already swung shut.
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Outside, it was pitch-dark and the only light inside was the row of torches down the hallway.
Harry marched down the corridors, muttering insults which sounded a bit like: "Bloody,
fucking Malfoy… repulsive, foul, disgusting. Hate him! Hate, hate, hate…"
He was still angry as hell and had actually no idea where his feet led him. Right now, he didn't care. He just stamped along, spitting and swearing out his rage at the same time.
Then he turned a corner and bumped into the very last person, he wanted to bump into at the moment.
"Watch where you're going!", the familiar drawling voice spat.
"Malfoy," Harry growled threatening, and felt his hands curl into fists.
"Potter," Malfoy mocked - his voice as haughty as ever.
The fact that Malfoy refused to meet his eyes made Harry's temper rise even more.
They stood like that for a minute or two. The hatred between the two of them was unmistakable, and the tension so thick you could cut it with a knife.
The blond made an arrogant snorting sound and began to walk away again.
"What are you up to, Malfoy? What's going on?", Harry demanded; his voice so cold it even sent chills down his own spine.
Malfoy stopped but did not turn around to face him.
"I have no idea what you're talking about, Potter, and even if I was up to something, it's not very likely I would tell you anyway." He took another step and added, "Nothing is going on, Potter!"
"Nothing?!", Harry spat, his fists clenched so hard his knuckles were turning white.
The Slytherin started walking further down the corridor, ignoring Harry's presence as well as he could.
Malfoy's behaviour sent flashes of fury through Harry's body, and he exploded in a whirlwind of movement. He lunged forward and slammed Malfoy up against the wall, holding the blonde's arms tight against his sides. Harry narrowed his eyes and leaned in threateningly.
"I don't know what the fuck's going on," he snarled and tightened his grip on Malfoy's arms. It made the blonde wince - he was squeezing hard enough to leave bruises, "but I know it's NOT nothing!"
Malfoy was shocked by Harry's forcefulness and stood completely still, not daring to wrench himself away from the wall and out of Harry's grasp.
"You tell me what's going on, and you better not lie to me, Malfoy… unless you have a death wish!"
Harry was glaring hard into the startled silver eyes, demanding answers, which never came - Malfoy said nothing.
"Are you deaf? Answer me!"
"What do you want me to say?", Malfoy asked, voice filled with desperation and anger, "That I can answer all your questions? Then let me tell you something, Potter, I can't! I have no idea what's going on, so just leave me alone!" He twisted to get free, but Harry's merciless grip held him firmly slammed to the wall.
"Let me go!"
Harry knew it was somehow a lost battle. In Malfoy's eyes he saw the same frustration and confusion matching his own - the other boy had no answers… This new knowledge removed some of Harry's anger - Malfoy was just as confused as he was which meant it wasn't some sort of sick plan to humiliate him…
On the other hand, it also meant everything was as complicated as he feared.
"…I need answers," Harry said, more to himself than to Malfoy.
"Don't you think I do that?!", Malfoy bit back, still trying to wrench himself free, "Do you think I enjoy all this? I fucking hate you! HATE you!" He moaned and squirmed in a last attempt to get away, then sighed despondently, "…I hate you, Potter…" He closed his eyes in frustration and leant his head back against the stone-wall.
Harry studied the pale face carefully. It was long time since he had been so close.
The blonde boy wasn't struggling any more - Harry could feel him relax slightly. His heavy breathing became steadier, and his muscles weren't tensed the way they were before. Harry loosened his grip.
"Why are you doing this to me?," Malfoy asked in a quiet whisper, eyes still closed, "I don't understand it… it doesn't make sense..," he took a slow, measured breath, "this is all your fault… It's so horrible, wrong and disgusting... I hate it… I hate you… and at the same time I just want to…" He opened his eyes and met Harry's.
Harry nearly gasped, the intensity was almost overwhelming.
Malfoy parted his lips slightly, and Harry realized how much he had missed the feeling of those lips against his own. They looked so warm, soft and… irresistible.
"… I just want to kiss you."
That didn't need to be said twice. Both boys lunged forward and captured each others lips in a deeply passionate way.
Kissing Malfoy was an intoxicating, blissful sensation, and it sent warm shivers through his entire body. Malfoy's lips just felt so fantastic beneath his own, so wonderful - he wanted the feeling to last forever.
Malfoy opened his mouth against Harry's, and the blonde's tongue touched his bottom lip. Harry gasped lightly because of the heavenly sensation.
It was somehow different, more honest and real.
He moaned as Malfoy's arms encircled his waist, pulling him closer, hands clutching at the fabric of his shirt.
Harry moved his hands from Malfoy's arms to his hair, where they came to rest. The white-blonde locks were so soft and Malfoy purred pleased in his mouth as Harry's hands tangled the hair, sliding fingers through it.
Malfoy was pinned to the wall, and Harry could feel the warmth of his body through the clothes. It was a rather arousing feeling, and their feverish kiss made it hard not to want more…
Especially when Malfoy's hands moved down to the small of Harry's back, where he keenly pressed Harry's groin into his own.
Malfoy let out a low hoarse noise which made Harry's blood run hot.
The Gryffindor tugged at Malfoy's tie, loosing it with his fingers, trying to get to touch the delicate skin beneath. It was so fucking hot…
And then, off course, Harry's brain ruined it all by thinking a rather rational thought…
Shagging Malfoy doesn't solve your problems, Harry!
And Harry grudgingly admitted that his mind was probably right.
"…no..," he groaned softly against Malfoy's lips, wishing desperately it was enough to convince himself that he ought to stop. Unfortunately, it wasn't.
"No," he tried again, this time with forced determination, "…can't do it…" He reluctantly pulled away, taking a step backwards so he wasn't standing near enough to touch Malfoy.
Malfoy let out a frustrated whimper.
"What's the problem, Potter?"
"This is the problem," Harry answered, still panting because of their kiss, "we only make matters worse. We ought to talk, not…well..," he blushed, "you know…"
"But none of us know what's going on! How can we talk about something we don't know?"
Malfoy kind of had a point; Harry had to give him that, but he did not show it on his face.
"Why does snogging you always mean sexual frustration?", Malfoy sighed annoyed.
"It does not!" To be honest, all their previous kisses had leaved Harry a bit frustrated too, but it certainly wasn't his own fault! It was Malfoy's!
To his surprise Malfoy suddenly smirked and stepped closer. "Surely we have to put an end to that." The sound of Malfoy's low sultry voice turned Harry on more than he was willing to admit.
His eyes flicked instinctively from the grey eyes filled with lust, to the soft, pink and slightly swelled lips. Oh, Merlin he wanted so much just to lick those pretty lips, feel them part and…
He shook his head and stepped backwards.
"Malfoy, we must be reasonable. Right now we're both-"
"Horny?", The blonde asked innocently, stepping closer once more, his eyes travelling the length of Harry's lean body and came to rest upon the obvious bulge in Harry's trousers.
Harry blushed a violent shade of red. "No - no Malfoy you pervert, I was going to say confused!"
"If that's what you prefer to call it, then okay," he shrugged and sent Harry a lazy smile, "You know what, Potter?" Malfoy leaned closer until Harry could feel his breath on his own lips. This time Harry knew he wouldn't be able to back away. He could hear his own rapid and shallow breathing, and he knew Malfoy noticed it too.
"You make me so confused that all I can think of is how wonderful it must feel to fuck you."
Shit! That was kind of a turn-on; Harry could feel his already rather eager cock harden even more.
The last of Harry's restraint vanished, and in a heartbeat he had flung himself into Malfoy, pressing their lips together once more and skimming his hands up Malfoy's back until they reached his hair. He took a firm grip and forced Malfoy's head to the side so their kiss deepened. Harry heard Malfoy moan loudly as their intertwined tongues stroked and coiled wetly around one another.
Harry's entire body was on fire, and judging from the way Malfoy tried to devour him through the kiss, Malfoy felt the same way.
But it wasn't enough; Harry wanted more, needed more. He shifted his hands to the front of Malfoy's shirt where he desperately tried to wrench the buttons open. Malfoy wasn't helping much; he was busy crushing his body into Harry's, which only made Harry's job more difficult.
Finally, Harry succeeded in unbuttoning the first couple of buttons. His finger dug greedily into the pale flesh of Malfoy's chest, and the blonde boy whimpered approvingly under the hungry touch.
Harry swung Malfoy's tie out of the way, and broke away from the kiss so he could lick a trail down Malfoy's neck, down to his partly naked chest.
Malfoy's hands had found a way under his shirt, and were now tracing paths up and down Harry's back in a demanding manner.
They were pressed together so tightly that Harry could hardly breathe. Their hips had fallen into an exquisite grinding rhythm and it was such a delightful feeling. Harry made a sound like a strangled sob in the back of his throat, and Malfoy bit back a groan.
"…I…want…you," Harry whispered between the wet kisses he was placing on Malfoy's collarbone.
"I know," Malfoy mumbled back, hands roaming Harry's torso beneath the crumpled shirt, "…want you too."
When their lips locked again, Harry could taste the desire so strongly the mere feeling almost made him see stars. He fumbled impatiently with Malfoy's belt, and sighed pleased when he finally managed to open - and tug his trousers (and underwear) down. Malfoy gasped out loud and hit the wall as his instinctively took a step backwards.
The sight of Malfoy standing by the wall, panting, pants down, messy hair and half open shirt was infecting Harry's blood like a disease. Never before had Malfoy looked so utterly edible, so frigging gorgeous.
Harry groaned, hungry eyes drifting up and down the Slytherin's body, exploring every inch.
"Like what you see?", Malfoy said smugly, running a hand down his chest and unbuttoning two more buttons so Harry could get a full view of his hard nipples.
"Fuck you, Malfoy," Harry gulped, throwing himself forward so he could suck and lick Malfoy's newly exposed nipples.
"Fuck - oh, God - yes," Malfoy gasped, and had in a jiffy pulled down Harry's trousers and undergarments. Harry couldn't help but admire the other boy's deftness.
Harry pressed their partly naked bodies together, and both boys let out moans of pleasure at the sensation of skin on skin.
Malfoy's hand crawled in between them and slid down Harry's stomach to grasp him tightly.
"Oh yes, Malfoy," Harry groaned, his hand had found its own way up Malfoy's thigh, and was now stroking him too.
"Don't - oh, God, Potter - stop," Malfoy whimpered as Harry speeded up his hand.
"…have no…intention to..," Harry managed to pant out.
Harry was positively on fire; his whole body was trembling and he knew it was just a matter of seconds before he would come.
Malfoy's mouth kissed Harry possessively, and the feeling of Malfoy's lips against his own sent him over the edge and he came, gasping against Malfoy's lips. The blonde whimpered and came only seconds behind Harry.
Both boys were clutching each other, hanging on for dear life, as the orgasm rushed through their bodies.
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They had distangled themselves from each other, and Draco had removed their come with a flick of his wand. None of them said anything; they were still trying to recover their breath.
Draco fumbled a bit with his trousers; his hands were all shaky and weak.
After a bit of struggling, Draco sighed and slid down the wall, resting his head back against it.
The silence between them was beginning to get a bit awkward, but he didn't know what to say.
Draco couldn't believe it… he had just had sex with Potter! Harry effing Potter - the blasted Boy Who Lived! The fact that he had enjoyed it (so much...) and that he right now, here at this very moment, was glancing at Potter's messy post-shag hair and actually thinking it looked cute, was rather terrifying. What was wrong with him?
What would his parents think if they found out? Oh, Merlin, Draco had so crossed the line…
"Em..," Potter tried, blushed and then looked down at his feet, not looking Draco in the eyes, "well… I guess I ought to go… you know… curfew and all that." The words were said with a hesitation and uncertainty, almost like Potter actually said what he thought Draco wanted to hear.
Why did Potter always jump to the wrong conclusions? Stupid Gryffindor - couldn't be more wrong.
Apparently, Potter took Draco's silence as a sign that leaving was the right thing to do, because he turned around, took a small step… and then another, and another, and to Draco's horror, he realized that Potter was actually leaving.
He had to stop him.
Draco rose to his feet.
"Er, Potter?" Draco's voice sounded feeble and hoarse - he couldn't blame the Gryffindor for not hearing, "Hoy.., Potter." He ran up behind him and grabbed his hand, "no, wait.., stay."
"You want me to stay?", Potter said with disbelief.
"Em… actually, yes, I do." And Draco meant every word.
It was a very intimate and warm feeling to have Potter's hand in his, and Draco discovered he liked it very much. To his delight, Potter did not withdraw his hand.
"B-but this, you and me… it doesn't make sense."
"Maybe everything doesn't need to have a reason and make sense…"
"Love has no reason, Draco," Potter said quietly, and looked into Draco's grey eyes with his own bright green ones. Draco felt his heart leap.
"I bet you're right, Harry."
Fin.
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Authors note: Okay, I know the ending’s a bit fluffy but I seriously couldn’t help it :p
BTW please review :)
This part is dedicated to the lovely cama89 who drew an illustration to part one (I’ll link to it as soon as she uploads it on livejournal). Haha… and now I come to think of it, I’ll dedicate the boy/boy handjob-action to silindro who threatened me, and demanded that the boys should come, because I had the annoying tendency to leave them in sexual frustration *giggles*
Well… I guess there’s not so much more to say… only that I’m going to miss writing new parts to this little fic :(
The next thing I’ll plunge headlong into, is probably going to be a longer fic (Harry/Draco of course)… so watch out :p
Okay, no more babbling… I’ll stop now…
Thanks for reading :)
Part one
Part two
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: R/NC-17
Warnings: Well... slash, kissing, touching etc...
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or the surroundings (J.K Rowling does). This fic is only written for fun, so please.. no hard feelings.
Summary: "Why are you doing this to me?"
The fire in the Gryffindor common room burned and blazed and cast a soft, warm light at the three young people sitting nearby. The wood crackled as flames devoured it, but the young students were not listening to the peaceful sound. No, they were far too occupied with their homework, chatting and discussing.
Or… more correctly, two of the students were chatting and discussion. The third one was staring blankly down in his papers with a resigned expression on his face.
"No, Hermione. That won't be necessary," the red-headed Ron said eagerly, "you see, we have practised and practised. The team has never been in better shape, right Harry? ... Harry? Harry, are you listening to me at all?"
"Er- yes…"
Truth to be told, Harry hadn't heard one single word of his friends' conversation. His mind was somewhere else - miles away… okay maybe not miles… floors to be more precisely.
"Then, don't you agree?" Ron looked hopefully at him, and Harry nodded carefully.
"Em… I guess I do...?"
Ron smiled in triumph. "There you see, Harry agrees."
"That's only because he's not listening!" Hermione shot Harry a nasty look. Her bushy brown hair and fierce stare made her look like an annoyed lioness.
"Just because Harry agrees with me doesn't mean he isn't listening, Hermione…"
Harry's focus drifted out of the discussion, and he was once again lost in deep thoughts.
He had hoped everything would be different…. ashamed to admit it, but he was disappointed… maybe that was why he felt so angry and somehow betrayed. Oh God… he was such a naïve fool. How could he ever have thought otherwise?
He had no idea, what he had expected to be honest. But he was sure he hadn't expected Malfoy to ignore it completely the way he did. He could understand why the boy had ignored their first kiss in the closet. But after what happened in the showers, he thought even Malfoy couldn't pretend there wasn't something strange going on between them. Turned out he was wrong…
Malfoy not only ignored him… when he was forced to realize Harry's existence, the blonde boy even acted more unpleasantly towards him than usual (if that was possible).
The voices of his two best friends sounded like distant whispers through a fog. Another discussion was beginning to take form- and this one had nothing to do with Ron or Hermione. It was a dialogue between Harry and the little voice inside his head…
But he kissed me… actually you kissed him too. He started it all - in the cupboard! And you weren't far behind…But… he was the one who said, I wanted him! Don't you? Why doesn't he want to talk with me? Maybe because he HATES you! If he hates me so God damn much, then why kiss me in the first place? Maybe it's part of a plan to humiliate you…
The beginning fury streamed through his veins, making his blood hot and seething. The anger spread from his chest up to his head, and without knowing it, Harry clenched his teeth.
If it had all been a plan to humiliate him…
And at that very instant he heard something that pulled him back to reality.
"…I just want Malfoy-"
"What?!", Harry blurted out, glaring hard at the red-haired, freckle faced boy.
Ron looked shocked by Harry's sudden outburst, and Hermione sent him a suspicious look, but Harry ignored her.
"What were you saying? Were you talking about Malfoy again? What are you? Obsessed? Can't we just have one conversation without you talking about him?! He's an arrogant conceited prat, and I am so sick and tired of thinking and talking about him all the fucking time! Can't you just forget about him for one second?!", Harry snarled in exasperation. His arms were crossed over his chest and he looked rather menacing.
"Er- Sorry, mate," Ron said bewildered. He cast a cautious glance at Hermione, obviously trying to figure out what he had done wrong this time. She always wore an irritated expression when he had said or done something stupid, but to his surprise she was starring at Harry and not him.
"Harry, what's wrong?"
"Nothing is wrong, Hermione," Harry snapped back, "I just don't want to talk about Malfoy! I don't get why the two of you are so determined to do it, but I've had enough."
He didn't need to look into Hermione's eyes to know that she did not believe him. He knew he sounded all pathetic and idiotic, which only made it all worse.
"Harry, all Ron said was that he wanted Malfoy to fall of his broom in the upcoming Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin. You can't use that as an excuse to get all pissed off. You have been acting strange all day. Tell me what's wrong!"
Harry's eyes were purposely looking at the table - he wasn't in the mood to tell her and Ron what was bothering him. It was just too weird, and… he knew it would be harder to forget if his lips slipped the words of his despair.
Harry sighed heavily and looked into Hermione's concerned brown eyes.
"Look, nothing's wrong. I'm just…tired." Harry wanted desperately to get away from his friends' measuring stares, and added quickly: "I probably just need some fresh air too." He raised himself from the soft chair and walked towards the Gryffindor entrance.
"Wait, Harry! Do you think that's a good idea? We ought to be in our common-room, we're not allowed to break the curfew, and you know that."
"I'll be back soon, ", Harry said dismissively and crossed the room in quick strides.
"Bring at least your invisibility cloak!", Hermione yelled after him, but the portrait had already swung shut.
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Outside, it was pitch-dark and the only light inside was the row of torches down the hallway.
Harry marched down the corridors, muttering insults which sounded a bit like: "Bloody,
fucking Malfoy… repulsive, foul, disgusting. Hate him! Hate, hate, hate…"
He was still angry as hell and had actually no idea where his feet led him. Right now, he didn't care. He just stamped along, spitting and swearing out his rage at the same time.
Then he turned a corner and bumped into the very last person, he wanted to bump into at the moment.
"Watch where you're going!", the familiar drawling voice spat.
"Malfoy," Harry growled threatening, and felt his hands curl into fists.
"Potter," Malfoy mocked - his voice as haughty as ever.
The fact that Malfoy refused to meet his eyes made Harry's temper rise even more.
They stood like that for a minute or two. The hatred between the two of them was unmistakable, and the tension so thick you could cut it with a knife.
The blond made an arrogant snorting sound and began to walk away again.
"What are you up to, Malfoy? What's going on?", Harry demanded; his voice so cold it even sent chills down his own spine.
Malfoy stopped but did not turn around to face him.
"I have no idea what you're talking about, Potter, and even if I was up to something, it's not very likely I would tell you anyway." He took another step and added, "Nothing is going on, Potter!"
"Nothing?!", Harry spat, his fists clenched so hard his knuckles were turning white.
The Slytherin started walking further down the corridor, ignoring Harry's presence as well as he could.
Malfoy's behaviour sent flashes of fury through Harry's body, and he exploded in a whirlwind of movement. He lunged forward and slammed Malfoy up against the wall, holding the blonde's arms tight against his sides. Harry narrowed his eyes and leaned in threateningly.
"I don't know what the fuck's going on," he snarled and tightened his grip on Malfoy's arms. It made the blonde wince - he was squeezing hard enough to leave bruises, "but I know it's NOT nothing!"
Malfoy was shocked by Harry's forcefulness and stood completely still, not daring to wrench himself away from the wall and out of Harry's grasp.
"You tell me what's going on, and you better not lie to me, Malfoy… unless you have a death wish!"
Harry was glaring hard into the startled silver eyes, demanding answers, which never came - Malfoy said nothing.
"Are you deaf? Answer me!"
"What do you want me to say?", Malfoy asked, voice filled with desperation and anger, "That I can answer all your questions? Then let me tell you something, Potter, I can't! I have no idea what's going on, so just leave me alone!" He twisted to get free, but Harry's merciless grip held him firmly slammed to the wall.
"Let me go!"
Harry knew it was somehow a lost battle. In Malfoy's eyes he saw the same frustration and confusion matching his own - the other boy had no answers… This new knowledge removed some of Harry's anger - Malfoy was just as confused as he was which meant it wasn't some sort of sick plan to humiliate him…
On the other hand, it also meant everything was as complicated as he feared.
"…I need answers," Harry said, more to himself than to Malfoy.
"Don't you think I do that?!", Malfoy bit back, still trying to wrench himself free, "Do you think I enjoy all this? I fucking hate you! HATE you!" He moaned and squirmed in a last attempt to get away, then sighed despondently, "…I hate you, Potter…" He closed his eyes in frustration and leant his head back against the stone-wall.
Harry studied the pale face carefully. It was long time since he had been so close.
The blonde boy wasn't struggling any more - Harry could feel him relax slightly. His heavy breathing became steadier, and his muscles weren't tensed the way they were before. Harry loosened his grip.
"Why are you doing this to me?," Malfoy asked in a quiet whisper, eyes still closed, "I don't understand it… it doesn't make sense..," he took a slow, measured breath, "this is all your fault… It's so horrible, wrong and disgusting... I hate it… I hate you… and at the same time I just want to…" He opened his eyes and met Harry's.
Harry nearly gasped, the intensity was almost overwhelming.
Malfoy parted his lips slightly, and Harry realized how much he had missed the feeling of those lips against his own. They looked so warm, soft and… irresistible.
"… I just want to kiss you."
That didn't need to be said twice. Both boys lunged forward and captured each others lips in a deeply passionate way.
Kissing Malfoy was an intoxicating, blissful sensation, and it sent warm shivers through his entire body. Malfoy's lips just felt so fantastic beneath his own, so wonderful - he wanted the feeling to last forever.
Malfoy opened his mouth against Harry's, and the blonde's tongue touched his bottom lip. Harry gasped lightly because of the heavenly sensation.
It was somehow different, more honest and real.
He moaned as Malfoy's arms encircled his waist, pulling him closer, hands clutching at the fabric of his shirt.
Harry moved his hands from Malfoy's arms to his hair, where they came to rest. The white-blonde locks were so soft and Malfoy purred pleased in his mouth as Harry's hands tangled the hair, sliding fingers through it.
Malfoy was pinned to the wall, and Harry could feel the warmth of his body through the clothes. It was a rather arousing feeling, and their feverish kiss made it hard not to want more…
Especially when Malfoy's hands moved down to the small of Harry's back, where he keenly pressed Harry's groin into his own.
Malfoy let out a low hoarse noise which made Harry's blood run hot.
The Gryffindor tugged at Malfoy's tie, loosing it with his fingers, trying to get to touch the delicate skin beneath. It was so fucking hot…
And then, off course, Harry's brain ruined it all by thinking a rather rational thought…
Shagging Malfoy doesn't solve your problems, Harry!
And Harry grudgingly admitted that his mind was probably right.
"…no..," he groaned softly against Malfoy's lips, wishing desperately it was enough to convince himself that he ought to stop. Unfortunately, it wasn't.
"No," he tried again, this time with forced determination, "…can't do it…" He reluctantly pulled away, taking a step backwards so he wasn't standing near enough to touch Malfoy.
Malfoy let out a frustrated whimper.
"What's the problem, Potter?"
"This is the problem," Harry answered, still panting because of their kiss, "we only make matters worse. We ought to talk, not…well..," he blushed, "you know…"
"But none of us know what's going on! How can we talk about something we don't know?"
Malfoy kind of had a point; Harry had to give him that, but he did not show it on his face.
"Why does snogging you always mean sexual frustration?", Malfoy sighed annoyed.
"It does not!" To be honest, all their previous kisses had leaved Harry a bit frustrated too, but it certainly wasn't his own fault! It was Malfoy's!
To his surprise Malfoy suddenly smirked and stepped closer. "Surely we have to put an end to that." The sound of Malfoy's low sultry voice turned Harry on more than he was willing to admit.
His eyes flicked instinctively from the grey eyes filled with lust, to the soft, pink and slightly swelled lips. Oh, Merlin he wanted so much just to lick those pretty lips, feel them part and…
He shook his head and stepped backwards.
"Malfoy, we must be reasonable. Right now we're both-"
"Horny?", The blonde asked innocently, stepping closer once more, his eyes travelling the length of Harry's lean body and came to rest upon the obvious bulge in Harry's trousers.
Harry blushed a violent shade of red. "No - no Malfoy you pervert, I was going to say confused!"
"If that's what you prefer to call it, then okay," he shrugged and sent Harry a lazy smile, "You know what, Potter?" Malfoy leaned closer until Harry could feel his breath on his own lips. This time Harry knew he wouldn't be able to back away. He could hear his own rapid and shallow breathing, and he knew Malfoy noticed it too.
"You make me so confused that all I can think of is how wonderful it must feel to fuck you."
Shit! That was kind of a turn-on; Harry could feel his already rather eager cock harden even more.
The last of Harry's restraint vanished, and in a heartbeat he had flung himself into Malfoy, pressing their lips together once more and skimming his hands up Malfoy's back until they reached his hair. He took a firm grip and forced Malfoy's head to the side so their kiss deepened. Harry heard Malfoy moan loudly as their intertwined tongues stroked and coiled wetly around one another.
Harry's entire body was on fire, and judging from the way Malfoy tried to devour him through the kiss, Malfoy felt the same way.
But it wasn't enough; Harry wanted more, needed more. He shifted his hands to the front of Malfoy's shirt where he desperately tried to wrench the buttons open. Malfoy wasn't helping much; he was busy crushing his body into Harry's, which only made Harry's job more difficult.
Finally, Harry succeeded in unbuttoning the first couple of buttons. His finger dug greedily into the pale flesh of Malfoy's chest, and the blonde boy whimpered approvingly under the hungry touch.
Harry swung Malfoy's tie out of the way, and broke away from the kiss so he could lick a trail down Malfoy's neck, down to his partly naked chest.
Malfoy's hands had found a way under his shirt, and were now tracing paths up and down Harry's back in a demanding manner.
They were pressed together so tightly that Harry could hardly breathe. Their hips had fallen into an exquisite grinding rhythm and it was such a delightful feeling. Harry made a sound like a strangled sob in the back of his throat, and Malfoy bit back a groan.
"…I…want…you," Harry whispered between the wet kisses he was placing on Malfoy's collarbone.
"I know," Malfoy mumbled back, hands roaming Harry's torso beneath the crumpled shirt, "…want you too."
When their lips locked again, Harry could taste the desire so strongly the mere feeling almost made him see stars. He fumbled impatiently with Malfoy's belt, and sighed pleased when he finally managed to open - and tug his trousers (and underwear) down. Malfoy gasped out loud and hit the wall as his instinctively took a step backwards.
The sight of Malfoy standing by the wall, panting, pants down, messy hair and half open shirt was infecting Harry's blood like a disease. Never before had Malfoy looked so utterly edible, so frigging gorgeous.
Harry groaned, hungry eyes drifting up and down the Slytherin's body, exploring every inch.
"Like what you see?", Malfoy said smugly, running a hand down his chest and unbuttoning two more buttons so Harry could get a full view of his hard nipples.
"Fuck you, Malfoy," Harry gulped, throwing himself forward so he could suck and lick Malfoy's newly exposed nipples.
"Fuck - oh, God - yes," Malfoy gasped, and had in a jiffy pulled down Harry's trousers and undergarments. Harry couldn't help but admire the other boy's deftness.
Harry pressed their partly naked bodies together, and both boys let out moans of pleasure at the sensation of skin on skin.
Malfoy's hand crawled in between them and slid down Harry's stomach to grasp him tightly.
"Oh yes, Malfoy," Harry groaned, his hand had found its own way up Malfoy's thigh, and was now stroking him too.
"Don't - oh, God, Potter - stop," Malfoy whimpered as Harry speeded up his hand.
"…have no…intention to..," Harry managed to pant out.
Harry was positively on fire; his whole body was trembling and he knew it was just a matter of seconds before he would come.
Malfoy's mouth kissed Harry possessively, and the feeling of Malfoy's lips against his own sent him over the edge and he came, gasping against Malfoy's lips. The blonde whimpered and came only seconds behind Harry.
Both boys were clutching each other, hanging on for dear life, as the orgasm rushed through their bodies.
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They had distangled themselves from each other, and Draco had removed their come with a flick of his wand. None of them said anything; they were still trying to recover their breath.
Draco fumbled a bit with his trousers; his hands were all shaky and weak.
After a bit of struggling, Draco sighed and slid down the wall, resting his head back against it.
The silence between them was beginning to get a bit awkward, but he didn't know what to say.
Draco couldn't believe it… he had just had sex with Potter! Harry effing Potter - the blasted Boy Who Lived! The fact that he had enjoyed it (so much...) and that he right now, here at this very moment, was glancing at Potter's messy post-shag hair and actually thinking it looked cute, was rather terrifying. What was wrong with him?
What would his parents think if they found out? Oh, Merlin, Draco had so crossed the line…
"Em..," Potter tried, blushed and then looked down at his feet, not looking Draco in the eyes, "well… I guess I ought to go… you know… curfew and all that." The words were said with a hesitation and uncertainty, almost like Potter actually said what he thought Draco wanted to hear.
Why did Potter always jump to the wrong conclusions? Stupid Gryffindor - couldn't be more wrong.
Apparently, Potter took Draco's silence as a sign that leaving was the right thing to do, because he turned around, took a small step… and then another, and another, and to Draco's horror, he realized that Potter was actually leaving.
He had to stop him.
Draco rose to his feet.
"Er, Potter?" Draco's voice sounded feeble and hoarse - he couldn't blame the Gryffindor for not hearing, "Hoy.., Potter." He ran up behind him and grabbed his hand, "no, wait.., stay."
"You want me to stay?", Potter said with disbelief.
"Em… actually, yes, I do." And Draco meant every word.
It was a very intimate and warm feeling to have Potter's hand in his, and Draco discovered he liked it very much. To his delight, Potter did not withdraw his hand.
"B-but this, you and me… it doesn't make sense."
"Maybe everything doesn't need to have a reason and make sense…"
"Love has no reason, Draco," Potter said quietly, and looked into Draco's grey eyes with his own bright green ones. Draco felt his heart leap.
"I bet you're right, Harry."
Fin.
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Authors note: Okay, I know the ending’s a bit fluffy but I seriously couldn’t help it :p
BTW please review :)
This part is dedicated to the lovely cama89 who drew an illustration to part one (I’ll link to it as soon as she uploads it on livejournal). Haha… and now I come to think of it, I’ll dedicate the boy/boy handjob-action to silindro who threatened me, and demanded that the boys should come, because I had the annoying tendency to leave them in sexual frustration *giggles*
Well… I guess there’s not so much more to say… only that I’m going to miss writing new parts to this little fic :(
The next thing I’ll plunge headlong into, is probably going to be a longer fic (Harry/Draco of course)… so watch out :p
Okay, no more babbling… I’ll stop now…
Thanks for reading :)
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