When Secrets Kill ch 1 unnamed feeling H/D
Title: When Secrets Kill
Chapter: Unnamed Feeling (01/??) Word Count: 2,610 words.
Author: Amy //
kirakira_fics
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco, Ron/Hermione
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language. Slash. Angst in Progress.
Disclaimers: Don’t sue me for I don’t own any of the characters.
Author’s Notes: A) I decided to take the advice of my lovely beta reader and merge this Harry/Draco fic with the other one I was writing (which I never uploaded O_o). B) The title remains “When Secrets Kill” because I am forever in love with the particular phrase. C) Please note, that this piece of fanfiction, although slash, does not imply that the only thing you’ll see here are limes and lemons. Instead I will try to follow canon (any mention of spotted OOC-ness will be greatly appreciated). And finally D) WSK is written from Harry’s POV and the only thoughts (italics) you see are his own. I think that’s all, if you have any question feel free to email me or comment~! Thank you!!!!
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Harry shifted in his sleep restlessly. It was quite uncomfortable. I’ll never get used to this… Letting out a sigh of frustration he heard Hermione shift as well, but stop abruptly. She was awake too. Ron’s lucky, he thought listening to his best friend’s deep and steady breathing near by. He can sleep through anything! Harry sat up opening his eyes in the darkness. A soft and cool breeze let him know that his forehead was sweaty. Hair was sticking to it. He brushed it away and got to his feet. He looked at Hermione who was lying still on her side probably wondering where he was going in the middle of the night. Ron gave a snore, shifted to the other side and continued his dreaming. Harry grabbed a jacket and left the tent.
The soft wind made the summer heat somewhat bearable. Still the few clouds didn’t seem to move, although the leaves would rustle and the sea would violently collide with the rocks and shore. Harry sat on a nearby rock and stared at the moon. He laughed inside and the faintest of smiles appeared on his face. Sirius was right… It does look like cheese sometimes… Amused, yet sad, at the memory of his godfather trying to convince him that the moon looked like a roll of Swiss cheese, he wondered why Muggles made so many spaceships to get there. Muggle fiction suggested that mankind would eventually colonize the Moon as well as other planets in the future. As a kid Harry liked this perspective and he often imagined himself growing up and leaving to move to the planet farthest from the Dursley family. He chuckled to himself. He didn’t have to worry about that anymore. What was that? Harry spun his head around. Was that footsteps? Maybe he was imagining it, but he could have sworn that it was the sound of heavy footsteps, dragging of feet. He turned to glance at the orange-red moon wondering about its strange colour. Somehow it made the sky look violet instead of indigo blue or black. More leave rustling, more footsteps. I’m not imagining this!
‘”Hermione?” he whispered. No answer. It wasn’t her and it couldn’t have been Ron either. He would have replied by now. Harry searched inside his pocket only to discover that he had forgotten his wand in the tent. Shit. A wave crashed onto a rock down the cliff. Someone groaned. A heavy, painful groan.
“Who’s there?” he called out. Silence. A shadow moved behind a tree. This isn’t good. See, Hermione? Trouble finds me! Harry shook his head. This was no time to ponder about what Hermione would say. Still… a little voice echoed in his mind. Hermione’s voice. The voice of reason. Darn you, Hermione! Creeping in my mind like that. You’re the bad influence. He listened closely in the dark, but the figure in the shadows would not move or say anything. Without warning the figure collapsed with a loud ‘thud’ to the ground. Harry rushed toward it while the voice in this head would say ‘don’t do anything irrational’. Ignoring it, he ran through the trees and found the hooded figure in lying on the ground, blood all around. He contemplated whether he should go and get Ron and Hermione for a moment and then kneeled next to the figure. Must be a man, he thought judging by the height and size. Slowly and carefully he made to turn him around. The man fought back by frantically swinging his arms as Harry tried to hold him still and see who it was. The hood fell off from the struggle to reveal blond hair and pale skin covered with cuts and blood. Harry stopped dead in the position he was, holding the blonde’s one wrist and supporting his back with the other. The blond man, who was yelling stopped as well. Red, teary eyes stared into green ones.
“D-Draco?” Harry dared to say. It can’t be… Why the hell did I just call him Draco? Before Harry could even process the thought he felt the blond giving up his strength and allowing him to support his weight, without breaking eye contact. Tears. Unconsciously Harry’s hand let go of the wrist and moved toward his face. Touching his face, his cheeks, Harry never thought that Draco Malfoy would cry in front of him. Still in shock that this was actually his enemy since day number one at Hogwarts, Death Eater junior branded with the mark and nearly the murderer of Albus Dumbledore, yet he was providing him support. Harry traced the brutal scar crossing Draco Malfoy’s face. The blonde closed his eyes and let a small scream of pain. Harry pulled back his hand. Another one reached up and grabbed it. Draco looked up at him, groaning.
“He’s still after me,” he whispered. Perplexed Harry stared. Who? What? What the hell happened?
“Greyback,” he continued with shallow breath. Alarmed Harry looked around. Had he been bitten? Another flood of questions rushed in his mind causing him temporary confusion. He turned to face Draco again.
“He’s not here,” he simply said as he saw no sign of movement.
“Loo-looking. He’s looking… for me.” Harry could swear he almost saw a glimpse of the ‘are-you-daft-Potter’ expression. Somehow he would love that cold, standoffish enemy back. This was too confusing.
Draco closed his eyes and groaned once again. His hand dropped to his side. He’s in pain. Wow, that was deep, Harry. Of course he’s in pain! He’s suffering! Oh great, my enemy’s suffering, bleeding to death and is in my arms. Aaaargh!
“Umm, can-can you stand?” he ended up asking. Grey eyes opened and stared back at him. He tried to chuckle, but it only cause him more pain.
“Con-concerned, are we?” he coughed.
“Shut up, Malfoy. I can’t just let you bleed to death.”
“Gryffindor nobility. Your stubbornness has no end, has it?” Injured this badly and still keeping his cool. How does he deal with it? “I kind of like it,” he added silently.
”Neither has yours, Malfoy. Now, can you stand?” Supporting his weight Harry helped him get up and they started walking towards the camp.
“What is it?” Harry asked seeing as the other had stopped on his tracks.
“Did you hear that?” he whispered. Hear what?
”Hear what, Mal-?” Deep howling echoed and cut him off.
“That…” his voice trailed off. “He’s close. You should run.” Draco said quickly taking his arm from over Harry’s shoulder and holding onto a tree instead.
“Shit, Malfoy, I won’t leave you here to be ravished by a werewolf! Are you insane?”
“Greyback doesn’t have to know you’re here, Potter! Unless you have a death wish.”
“No. You do, though!” Was that a smile?
“Run!” Draco yelled at him. Harry put his arm around his waist to support his weight once again.
“Fuck you, Potter. We’re going to die because you want to play the hero again!”
“Will you shut up and concentrate as fast as possible?”
“Where do you find this courage anyway?”
“Shut up and run, Draco!”
“Draco!” Harry snapped at him with a warning glare. Draco stared in surprise that his enemy, Harry Potter, the Chosen One, the boy who had lived, addressed him by his first name.
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“Hermione, Ron. Wake up!” Hermione jumped from her sleep; Ron opened his eyes, bored.
“What’s up, mate? Morning yet?” he asked sleepily.
“Ron!” Hermione snapped, who had already seen Malfoy there. Ron stared at the blood covered Slytherin. “Boy, you look ugly,” he exclaimed. Harry face-palmed himself in despair. These ‘witty’ comments of his… He was sitting next to Draco, panting like him from the long run. Draco groaned.
“Why, Weasel, you considered me beautiful?” Ron didn’t respond. Was that a smirk just now?
“You okay?” Harry asked him, nut only got a nod as a response. That was a good sign. “Hermione? What the hell are you doing?”
Hermione, who wasted no time, was searching for something in their bags while throwing everything here and there. She was never this messy. Harry just couldn’t imagine her doing such rushed actions.
“Looking… for this!” she explained and pulled out a fairly large white box; Ron was trying to gather their things back to the bags.
“The First Aid kit?! Are you mad?” Ron yelled at her. “He has to go to a hospital. I mean, look at him!” he continued. “For Merlin’s sake, use magic…” he added silently.
“No hospitals!” Draco yelled in surprise at the mere suggestion. “No-“ Harry held him from his shoulders before he ‘attacked’ anyone. He let go as soon as the boy sat still again.
“Think before you speak, Ron.” She quickly moved to Draco’s other side and opened the box. Another loud howl made both Harry and Draco stop moving to listen.
“Hermione, we don’t have much time. Greyback was following us.” Harry said. Ron stared. Hermione instantly sped up, and then turned to Ron.
“Cover their tracks.” she said simply, bossing him around. Ron didn’t protest and got up quickly without a word. Hermione proceeded to her work.
“Good call, Granger, but,“ Draco begun, “why are you trying to protect me?”
“Simple. He finds you, he finds us. And if he finds us then our whole research is gone.”
“Fair enough,” he said. No sympathy, Hermione? Even I felt sorry for him and I hate his guts.
Carefully she stared cleaning the wound on his arm. Draco pulled way.
“Burns,” he whispered. Hermione gave him the ‘must-be-done-put-up-with-it’ look that Harry and Ron knew so well from the study sessions.
“It won’t stop bleeding!” she exclaimed. “Harry, help me a bit…” Right.
“Umm, what do you want me to do?” I’m clueless about First Aid stuff.
“Just do what I do, Harry.” He watched carefully as she made sure that every little cut was clean before moving on. “Just do that wound on his face!” Harry and Draco looked at each other and Harry got the message. He picked up a piece of cotton with iodine and tried to get as much blood off as possible. Draco winced and he reached the deep cut across his face. If this ever goes away I’ll read Hogwarts: A history! He thought.
“What’s so amusing, Potter?” Draco asked with a bitter tone.
“Nothing,” he replied and continued to clean the injury. Draco’s smirk was cut off by another wince.
Ron came back a couple of minutes later claiming to have done his best at covering the tracks. Hermione muttered a ‘thank you’ and proceeded to the injury on Draco’s side. Instinctively he pulled away, closer to Harry’s direction, almost yelling in pain and grabbing Harry’s free arm. Firm grasp…
“You’ll get infected if I don’t clean it,” she said. Good reason. Oh, sorry. Harry pushed too much on the cut causing Draco to growl. Hermione made to tend to the wound again, but he shoved her away quickly.
“One at a time,” he looked at Harry who was staring at the injury on his face trying to make it stop bleeding. You’re squeezing me… he thought realizing the blonde never let go of his arm. Hermione sighed.
“I’ll go and check the tracks.” And she left the tent. Ron grunted.
“This can’t be good,” he said and followed her outside.
“’Kay,” Harry said responding to the unsaid ‘I’ll go with her’. Draco flinched and turned his head around. This is getting frustrating. Stop squeezing my arm! He reached out to Draco’s face with the other hand, the one being squeezed and turned his head to face him. Draco glared at him.
“Don’t glare at me like that, Malfoy. Just stand still.” Another squeeze. Now it was Harry’s turn to glare. “And don’t squeeze my arm.” He’s smirking again… I can’t believe it. I just want that smirk to disappear!
“What are you staring at, Potter?” I was staring? “That cut-“
“It wasn’t the cut you were staring at and you know that.”
“Ha! Then stop smirking, I’m almost done.”
“Right. What should I do then? I’m in agony because of you. You’re not careful at all!”
“Just shut up. I dunno. Stare at something else, concentrate on something else.” Harry continued patching the cut as carefully as possible. Draco looked around him finding nothing really interesting and then focused on Harry’s face. Unconsciously he frowned a bit, thinking.
“You have beautiful eyes, you know.” Harry stared down at him. “If only you’d just…”
Draco let go of his arm, reached up and took off Harry’s glasses. Harry shifted uncomfortably-he was so used to his glasses that sometimes he forgot he wore them. No, it was probably the only thing that he never forgot, especially after all these years. Without them he’d be lost. Before Harry could realize it, Draco brought his hand to touch Harry’s cheek. His mind went blank in an instant. Was Draco Malfoy, Death Eater junior, flirting with him? Harry, with still one hand on Draco’s neck and holding a band aid, stared.
“You’re blushing, Potter.” Harry’s heart was racing. Why? He wanted to shake his head, clear it and with that shake the feeling away and catch his breath. Malfoy’s nose almost touching his own, he could feel his breath on his face. Harry leaned forward and pressed his lips fully on Draco’s. Grey eyes first widened in surprise and then closed, he was kissing him back. What the bloody hell? Harry pulled away and looked around. Draco’s hands were around his waist, holding him close, and he was lying flat on his back, Harry on top. His heart was still racing like crazy, adrenaline on high levels.
Harry quickly sat up and stared at Draco once again. He didn’t move but his look suggested annoyance, like a toy had just been taken away. Did I just kiss Draco Malfoy? That was hor- actually it was good… The sensation of their lips locked rushed over Harry and he felt like losing control. He forcefully tried to remember the last time he felt like this. Only when he was in grave danger. In situations when his and other people’s lives were in peril. Draco Malfoy was just as forbidden as the Department of Mysteries back when he was a fifth year student at Hogwarts. He turned to the blond boy who shifted to sit up as well.
“I’ll kill you, Malfoy!” he said.
“Last time I checked you just wanted to kiss me,” he replied.
“I’ll kill you, I said!” Harry repeated louder.
“What the hell’s going on here?” Ron called entering the tent.
“Harry, why were you threatening to kill him?” Hermione looked concerned.
“Yes, Harry, why were you threatening me?” Draco said, full of sarcasm. Ron and Hermione exchanged quizzical looks. Harry looked from one to the other trying to find something to say. It wasn’t his fault; Malfoy had started it in the first place. But how could he explain it when even he himself did not understand. He turned to Draco.
“He refuses to tell me why he was roaming the forest with Greyback on his tail. Why won’t you explain, Malfoy?” Harry smirked, but he was wondering that for some time now. All he got was a semi-evil glare from Malfoy and a sigh of relief from Hermione.
“Do something about this,” he said pointing at his still bleeding side, “and I will explain along. Fair enough for you Gryffindors?” He looked at Ron who shrugged, Hermione who nodded, and lastly to Harry again who pulled the First Aid kit closer without looking at him.
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A/N: And that’s all for the first chapter! Hope you enjoyed. I will try to write the second one ASAP, but till then check for any other updates as well~! ^___^
Chapter: Unnamed Feeling (01/??) Word Count: 2,610 words.
Author: Amy //
kirakira_fics
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco, Ron/Hermione
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language. Slash. Angst in Progress.
Disclaimers: Don’t sue me for I don’t own any of the characters.
Author’s Notes: A) I decided to take the advice of my lovely beta reader and merge this Harry/Draco fic with the other one I was writing (which I never uploaded O_o). B) The title remains “When Secrets Kill” because I am forever in love with the particular phrase. C) Please note, that this piece of fanfiction, although slash, does not imply that the only thing you’ll see here are limes and lemons. Instead I will try to follow canon (any mention of spotted OOC-ness will be greatly appreciated). And finally D) WSK is written from Harry’s POV and the only thoughts (italics) you see are his own. I think that’s all, if you have any question feel free to email me or comment~! Thank you!!!!
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Harry shifted in his sleep restlessly. It was quite uncomfortable. I’ll never get used to this… Letting out a sigh of frustration he heard Hermione shift as well, but stop abruptly. She was awake too. Ron’s lucky, he thought listening to his best friend’s deep and steady breathing near by. He can sleep through anything! Harry sat up opening his eyes in the darkness. A soft and cool breeze let him know that his forehead was sweaty. Hair was sticking to it. He brushed it away and got to his feet. He looked at Hermione who was lying still on her side probably wondering where he was going in the middle of the night. Ron gave a snore, shifted to the other side and continued his dreaming. Harry grabbed a jacket and left the tent.
The soft wind made the summer heat somewhat bearable. Still the few clouds didn’t seem to move, although the leaves would rustle and the sea would violently collide with the rocks and shore. Harry sat on a nearby rock and stared at the moon. He laughed inside and the faintest of smiles appeared on his face. Sirius was right… It does look like cheese sometimes… Amused, yet sad, at the memory of his godfather trying to convince him that the moon looked like a roll of Swiss cheese, he wondered why Muggles made so many spaceships to get there. Muggle fiction suggested that mankind would eventually colonize the Moon as well as other planets in the future. As a kid Harry liked this perspective and he often imagined himself growing up and leaving to move to the planet farthest from the Dursley family. He chuckled to himself. He didn’t have to worry about that anymore. What was that? Harry spun his head around. Was that footsteps? Maybe he was imagining it, but he could have sworn that it was the sound of heavy footsteps, dragging of feet. He turned to glance at the orange-red moon wondering about its strange colour. Somehow it made the sky look violet instead of indigo blue or black. More leave rustling, more footsteps. I’m not imagining this!
‘”Hermione?” he whispered. No answer. It wasn’t her and it couldn’t have been Ron either. He would have replied by now. Harry searched inside his pocket only to discover that he had forgotten his wand in the tent. Shit. A wave crashed onto a rock down the cliff. Someone groaned. A heavy, painful groan.
“Who’s there?” he called out. Silence. A shadow moved behind a tree. This isn’t good. See, Hermione? Trouble finds me! Harry shook his head. This was no time to ponder about what Hermione would say. Still… a little voice echoed in his mind. Hermione’s voice. The voice of reason. Darn you, Hermione! Creeping in my mind like that. You’re the bad influence. He listened closely in the dark, but the figure in the shadows would not move or say anything. Without warning the figure collapsed with a loud ‘thud’ to the ground. Harry rushed toward it while the voice in this head would say ‘don’t do anything irrational’. Ignoring it, he ran through the trees and found the hooded figure in lying on the ground, blood all around. He contemplated whether he should go and get Ron and Hermione for a moment and then kneeled next to the figure. Must be a man, he thought judging by the height and size. Slowly and carefully he made to turn him around. The man fought back by frantically swinging his arms as Harry tried to hold him still and see who it was. The hood fell off from the struggle to reveal blond hair and pale skin covered with cuts and blood. Harry stopped dead in the position he was, holding the blonde’s one wrist and supporting his back with the other. The blond man, who was yelling stopped as well. Red, teary eyes stared into green ones.
“D-Draco?” Harry dared to say. It can’t be… Why the hell did I just call him Draco? Before Harry could even process the thought he felt the blond giving up his strength and allowing him to support his weight, without breaking eye contact. Tears. Unconsciously Harry’s hand let go of the wrist and moved toward his face. Touching his face, his cheeks, Harry never thought that Draco Malfoy would cry in front of him. Still in shock that this was actually his enemy since day number one at Hogwarts, Death Eater junior branded with the mark and nearly the murderer of Albus Dumbledore, yet he was providing him support. Harry traced the brutal scar crossing Draco Malfoy’s face. The blonde closed his eyes and let a small scream of pain. Harry pulled back his hand. Another one reached up and grabbed it. Draco looked up at him, groaning.
“He’s still after me,” he whispered. Perplexed Harry stared. Who? What? What the hell happened?
“Greyback,” he continued with shallow breath. Alarmed Harry looked around. Had he been bitten? Another flood of questions rushed in his mind causing him temporary confusion. He turned to face Draco again.
“He’s not here,” he simply said as he saw no sign of movement.
“Loo-looking. He’s looking… for me.” Harry could swear he almost saw a glimpse of the ‘are-you-daft-Potter’ expression. Somehow he would love that cold, standoffish enemy back. This was too confusing.
Draco closed his eyes and groaned once again. His hand dropped to his side. He’s in pain. Wow, that was deep, Harry. Of course he’s in pain! He’s suffering! Oh great, my enemy’s suffering, bleeding to death and is in my arms. Aaaargh!
“Umm, can-can you stand?” he ended up asking. Grey eyes opened and stared back at him. He tried to chuckle, but it only cause him more pain.
“Con-concerned, are we?” he coughed.
“Shut up, Malfoy. I can’t just let you bleed to death.”
“Gryffindor nobility. Your stubbornness has no end, has it?” Injured this badly and still keeping his cool. How does he deal with it? “I kind of like it,” he added silently.
”Neither has yours, Malfoy. Now, can you stand?” Supporting his weight Harry helped him get up and they started walking towards the camp.
“What is it?” Harry asked seeing as the other had stopped on his tracks.
“Did you hear that?” he whispered. Hear what?
”Hear what, Mal-?” Deep howling echoed and cut him off.
“That…” his voice trailed off. “He’s close. You should run.” Draco said quickly taking his arm from over Harry’s shoulder and holding onto a tree instead.
“Shit, Malfoy, I won’t leave you here to be ravished by a werewolf! Are you insane?”
“Greyback doesn’t have to know you’re here, Potter! Unless you have a death wish.”
“No. You do, though!” Was that a smile?
“Run!” Draco yelled at him. Harry put his arm around his waist to support his weight once again.
“Fuck you, Potter. We’re going to die because you want to play the hero again!”
“Will you shut up and concentrate as fast as possible?”
“Where do you find this courage anyway?”
“Shut up and run, Draco!”
“Draco!” Harry snapped at him with a warning glare. Draco stared in surprise that his enemy, Harry Potter, the Chosen One, the boy who had lived, addressed him by his first name.
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“Hermione, Ron. Wake up!” Hermione jumped from her sleep; Ron opened his eyes, bored.
“What’s up, mate? Morning yet?” he asked sleepily.
“Ron!” Hermione snapped, who had already seen Malfoy there. Ron stared at the blood covered Slytherin. “Boy, you look ugly,” he exclaimed. Harry face-palmed himself in despair. These ‘witty’ comments of his… He was sitting next to Draco, panting like him from the long run. Draco groaned.
“Why, Weasel, you considered me beautiful?” Ron didn’t respond. Was that a smirk just now?
“You okay?” Harry asked him, nut only got a nod as a response. That was a good sign. “Hermione? What the hell are you doing?”
Hermione, who wasted no time, was searching for something in their bags while throwing everything here and there. She was never this messy. Harry just couldn’t imagine her doing such rushed actions.
“Looking… for this!” she explained and pulled out a fairly large white box; Ron was trying to gather their things back to the bags.
“The First Aid kit?! Are you mad?” Ron yelled at her. “He has to go to a hospital. I mean, look at him!” he continued. “For Merlin’s sake, use magic…” he added silently.
“No hospitals!” Draco yelled in surprise at the mere suggestion. “No-“ Harry held him from his shoulders before he ‘attacked’ anyone. He let go as soon as the boy sat still again.
“Think before you speak, Ron.” She quickly moved to Draco’s other side and opened the box. Another loud howl made both Harry and Draco stop moving to listen.
“Hermione, we don’t have much time. Greyback was following us.” Harry said. Ron stared. Hermione instantly sped up, and then turned to Ron.
“Cover their tracks.” she said simply, bossing him around. Ron didn’t protest and got up quickly without a word. Hermione proceeded to her work.
“Good call, Granger, but,“ Draco begun, “why are you trying to protect me?”
“Simple. He finds you, he finds us. And if he finds us then our whole research is gone.”
“Fair enough,” he said. No sympathy, Hermione? Even I felt sorry for him and I hate his guts.
Carefully she stared cleaning the wound on his arm. Draco pulled way.
“Burns,” he whispered. Hermione gave him the ‘must-be-done-put-up-with-it’ look that Harry and Ron knew so well from the study sessions.
“It won’t stop bleeding!” she exclaimed. “Harry, help me a bit…” Right.
“Umm, what do you want me to do?” I’m clueless about First Aid stuff.
“Just do what I do, Harry.” He watched carefully as she made sure that every little cut was clean before moving on. “Just do that wound on his face!” Harry and Draco looked at each other and Harry got the message. He picked up a piece of cotton with iodine and tried to get as much blood off as possible. Draco winced and he reached the deep cut across his face. If this ever goes away I’ll read Hogwarts: A history! He thought.
“What’s so amusing, Potter?” Draco asked with a bitter tone.
“Nothing,” he replied and continued to clean the injury. Draco’s smirk was cut off by another wince.
Ron came back a couple of minutes later claiming to have done his best at covering the tracks. Hermione muttered a ‘thank you’ and proceeded to the injury on Draco’s side. Instinctively he pulled away, closer to Harry’s direction, almost yelling in pain and grabbing Harry’s free arm. Firm grasp…
“You’ll get infected if I don’t clean it,” she said. Good reason. Oh, sorry. Harry pushed too much on the cut causing Draco to growl. Hermione made to tend to the wound again, but he shoved her away quickly.
“One at a time,” he looked at Harry who was staring at the injury on his face trying to make it stop bleeding. You’re squeezing me… he thought realizing the blonde never let go of his arm. Hermione sighed.
“I’ll go and check the tracks.” And she left the tent. Ron grunted.
“This can’t be good,” he said and followed her outside.
“’Kay,” Harry said responding to the unsaid ‘I’ll go with her’. Draco flinched and turned his head around. This is getting frustrating. Stop squeezing my arm! He reached out to Draco’s face with the other hand, the one being squeezed and turned his head to face him. Draco glared at him.
“Don’t glare at me like that, Malfoy. Just stand still.” Another squeeze. Now it was Harry’s turn to glare. “And don’t squeeze my arm.” He’s smirking again… I can’t believe it. I just want that smirk to disappear!
“What are you staring at, Potter?” I was staring? “That cut-“
“It wasn’t the cut you were staring at and you know that.”
“Ha! Then stop smirking, I’m almost done.”
“Right. What should I do then? I’m in agony because of you. You’re not careful at all!”
“Just shut up. I dunno. Stare at something else, concentrate on something else.” Harry continued patching the cut as carefully as possible. Draco looked around him finding nothing really interesting and then focused on Harry’s face. Unconsciously he frowned a bit, thinking.
“You have beautiful eyes, you know.” Harry stared down at him. “If only you’d just…”
Draco let go of his arm, reached up and took off Harry’s glasses. Harry shifted uncomfortably-he was so used to his glasses that sometimes he forgot he wore them. No, it was probably the only thing that he never forgot, especially after all these years. Without them he’d be lost. Before Harry could realize it, Draco brought his hand to touch Harry’s cheek. His mind went blank in an instant. Was Draco Malfoy, Death Eater junior, flirting with him? Harry, with still one hand on Draco’s neck and holding a band aid, stared.
“You’re blushing, Potter.” Harry’s heart was racing. Why? He wanted to shake his head, clear it and with that shake the feeling away and catch his breath. Malfoy’s nose almost touching his own, he could feel his breath on his face. Harry leaned forward and pressed his lips fully on Draco’s. Grey eyes first widened in surprise and then closed, he was kissing him back. What the bloody hell? Harry pulled away and looked around. Draco’s hands were around his waist, holding him close, and he was lying flat on his back, Harry on top. His heart was still racing like crazy, adrenaline on high levels.
Harry quickly sat up and stared at Draco once again. He didn’t move but his look suggested annoyance, like a toy had just been taken away. Did I just kiss Draco Malfoy? That was hor- actually it was good… The sensation of their lips locked rushed over Harry and he felt like losing control. He forcefully tried to remember the last time he felt like this. Only when he was in grave danger. In situations when his and other people’s lives were in peril. Draco Malfoy was just as forbidden as the Department of Mysteries back when he was a fifth year student at Hogwarts. He turned to the blond boy who shifted to sit up as well.
“I’ll kill you, Malfoy!” he said.
“Last time I checked you just wanted to kiss me,” he replied.
“I’ll kill you, I said!” Harry repeated louder.
“What the hell’s going on here?” Ron called entering the tent.
“Harry, why were you threatening to kill him?” Hermione looked concerned.
“Yes, Harry, why were you threatening me?” Draco said, full of sarcasm. Ron and Hermione exchanged quizzical looks. Harry looked from one to the other trying to find something to say. It wasn’t his fault; Malfoy had started it in the first place. But how could he explain it when even he himself did not understand. He turned to Draco.
“He refuses to tell me why he was roaming the forest with Greyback on his tail. Why won’t you explain, Malfoy?” Harry smirked, but he was wondering that for some time now. All he got was a semi-evil glare from Malfoy and a sigh of relief from Hermione.
“Do something about this,” he said pointing at his still bleeding side, “and I will explain along. Fair enough for you Gryffindors?” He looked at Ron who shrugged, Hermione who nodded, and lastly to Harry again who pulled the First Aid kit closer without looking at him.
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A/N: And that’s all for the first chapter! Hope you enjoyed. I will try to write the second one ASAP, but till then check for any other updates as well~! ^___^