Falling Headlong, Heart First
Title: Falling Headlong, Heart First
Song: Headlong
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warnings: Lack of eloquence
Summary: It started by mistake.
If he really searched his memory, Harry Potter could remember the first time that he and Draco Malfoy had touched without aggression. They had been partnered in Potions on a day when Snape had been feeling particularly malicious. The lesson had not even been halfway through when Neville managed to blow up his cauldron and Draco, moving to one side in order to avoid the spray of noxious slimes, had rubbed against Harry’s side. Of course, both boys were quick to pull away once they realised what was happening and after a few traded insults the incident passed. It was not, however, forgotten.
***
In the days that followed, Harry tried to avoid Draco as much as possible. That accidental touch had started to haunt his memory and he was desperate to ensure that it went away as soon as possible. After all, having a constant hard-on over his rival was not particularly high on his priority list. Draco, however, seemed to take pleasure in appearing at precisely the wrong moments and Harry had to concede that he was fighting a losing battle. After borrowing a book from Hermione, he put silencing charms around his bed so that nobody would hear his cries each night when he stroked his cock and vainly tried to think of someone - anyone - but Draco Malfoy.
It never worked. Pale eyes and blond hair were the only recurring themes in his fantasies and Harry gave up that fight, too. He could admit to himself, at least, that he was possibly, maybe, just a bit gay. But why did his crush be the one person who he would never have a chance with?
***
“Can I have a word?” Harry mentally kicked himself the moment the words passed his lips, but it was too late to go back now. Draco was standing in front of him, alone for once, and Harry had not really thought out what he was going to do.
“What do you want, Potter?”
Oh dear. “I wanted… um, I just…”
Draco was watching him, one eyebrow raised and it was enough to scramble Harry’s brain without the fact that Draco was standing entirely too close for comfort. There was only one thing that Harry really wanted from Draco, and he couldn’t exactly tell him that, could he? When Draco started to tap his foot, Harry knew that if he didn’t do something within the next few seconds then the other boy would walk away and his chance would be lost.
“Malfoy… Draco…”
A look of surprise was now directed at Harry and it took him a moment to realise that this was the first time he had ever spoken Draco’s first name aloud. Knowing that it wouldn’t be much longer before Draco reacted properly, Harry gathered up all of his courage and lunged forward to press his mouth onto Draco’s.
It was their first kiss and it was by no means perfect. Harry’s nose bumped against Draco’s almost painfully, his glasses had slipped and were digging into both his face and Draco’s and their mouths were pressed together with too much force to be entirely comfortable. Draco drew back quickly and stared at Harry as if he had never seen him before.
“What are you doing?” Draco asked, his voice slightly less steady than normal.
Harry wanted to make a comment about how it should have been obvious, but the only thing he could get his mouth to say was, “Um…”
Draco studied the flush rising in Harry’s cheeks and Harry could see a matching colour diffusing across Draco’s pale skin. Draco hadn’t stepped away, however, and they were so close that Harry could feel Draco’s breath against his face and the heat radiating from his body.
“Ah…” Harry tried again and Draco suddenly rolled his eyes.
“Stupid Gryffindor,” he muttered, before leaning in to Harry with much more grace than Harry himself had shown.
This kiss was far better. Their lips seemed to meld together rather than push each other away and Draco moved his mouth a little, sending tingles through Harry’s body. When Harry felt the tentative flick of a tongue against his lips he automatically opened his mouth, whilst raising his arms to encircle Draco’s shoulders.
It didn’t last for too long; Draco’s tongue caressed Harry’s briefly before he pulled back. Now Harry was sure that he wouldn’t be able to so much as make unintelligible noises at Draco, but he was saved the chance to find out as Draco rested his head against Harry’s neck. When had Draco’s arms wrapped around him? Harry couldn’t remember, but he wasn’t complaining and instead tightened his own arms around the other man.
All too soon, Draco pulled away. “If you tell anyone about this…” he left his threat open ended.
Harry smiled at the lack of venom in Draco’s tone. “I won’t if you won’t,” he replied, voice finally returning.
They went their separate ways, but Harry was sure that it wasn’t the last of it.
***
When Hermione cornered Harry a few weeks later he was not as surprised as he might have been.
“Harry, I know,” she had said, and there was no need for him to ask what she was talking about. What did surprise him was the piece of parchment that she handed him.
“I’m not going to lecture you,” she told him. “Just… be happy. That’s all.”
“Thank you,” Harry had said.
Later that day, in the safety of his dorm, Harry looked at the parchment that Hermione had given him. He couldn’t suppress a smile at the words in front of him.
I heard a Muggle song once and it’s stuck in my head ever since. It was never quite relevant to mine and Ron’s relationship, but I thought it might mean something to you.
And you’re rushing headlong; you’ve got a new goal
And you’re rushing headlong, out of control
And you think you’re so strong,
But there ain’t no stopping
No there’s nothing you can do about it
Song: Headlong
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warnings: Lack of eloquence
Summary: It started by mistake.
If he really searched his memory, Harry Potter could remember the first time that he and Draco Malfoy had touched without aggression. They had been partnered in Potions on a day when Snape had been feeling particularly malicious. The lesson had not even been halfway through when Neville managed to blow up his cauldron and Draco, moving to one side in order to avoid the spray of noxious slimes, had rubbed against Harry’s side. Of course, both boys were quick to pull away once they realised what was happening and after a few traded insults the incident passed. It was not, however, forgotten.
***
In the days that followed, Harry tried to avoid Draco as much as possible. That accidental touch had started to haunt his memory and he was desperate to ensure that it went away as soon as possible. After all, having a constant hard-on over his rival was not particularly high on his priority list. Draco, however, seemed to take pleasure in appearing at precisely the wrong moments and Harry had to concede that he was fighting a losing battle. After borrowing a book from Hermione, he put silencing charms around his bed so that nobody would hear his cries each night when he stroked his cock and vainly tried to think of someone - anyone - but Draco Malfoy.
It never worked. Pale eyes and blond hair were the only recurring themes in his fantasies and Harry gave up that fight, too. He could admit to himself, at least, that he was possibly, maybe, just a bit gay. But why did his crush be the one person who he would never have a chance with?
***
“Can I have a word?” Harry mentally kicked himself the moment the words passed his lips, but it was too late to go back now. Draco was standing in front of him, alone for once, and Harry had not really thought out what he was going to do.
“What do you want, Potter?”
Oh dear. “I wanted… um, I just…”
Draco was watching him, one eyebrow raised and it was enough to scramble Harry’s brain without the fact that Draco was standing entirely too close for comfort. There was only one thing that Harry really wanted from Draco, and he couldn’t exactly tell him that, could he? When Draco started to tap his foot, Harry knew that if he didn’t do something within the next few seconds then the other boy would walk away and his chance would be lost.
“Malfoy… Draco…”
A look of surprise was now directed at Harry and it took him a moment to realise that this was the first time he had ever spoken Draco’s first name aloud. Knowing that it wouldn’t be much longer before Draco reacted properly, Harry gathered up all of his courage and lunged forward to press his mouth onto Draco’s.
It was their first kiss and it was by no means perfect. Harry’s nose bumped against Draco’s almost painfully, his glasses had slipped and were digging into both his face and Draco’s and their mouths were pressed together with too much force to be entirely comfortable. Draco drew back quickly and stared at Harry as if he had never seen him before.
“What are you doing?” Draco asked, his voice slightly less steady than normal.
Harry wanted to make a comment about how it should have been obvious, but the only thing he could get his mouth to say was, “Um…”
Draco studied the flush rising in Harry’s cheeks and Harry could see a matching colour diffusing across Draco’s pale skin. Draco hadn’t stepped away, however, and they were so close that Harry could feel Draco’s breath against his face and the heat radiating from his body.
“Ah…” Harry tried again and Draco suddenly rolled his eyes.
“Stupid Gryffindor,” he muttered, before leaning in to Harry with much more grace than Harry himself had shown.
This kiss was far better. Their lips seemed to meld together rather than push each other away and Draco moved his mouth a little, sending tingles through Harry’s body. When Harry felt the tentative flick of a tongue against his lips he automatically opened his mouth, whilst raising his arms to encircle Draco’s shoulders.
It didn’t last for too long; Draco’s tongue caressed Harry’s briefly before he pulled back. Now Harry was sure that he wouldn’t be able to so much as make unintelligible noises at Draco, but he was saved the chance to find out as Draco rested his head against Harry’s neck. When had Draco’s arms wrapped around him? Harry couldn’t remember, but he wasn’t complaining and instead tightened his own arms around the other man.
All too soon, Draco pulled away. “If you tell anyone about this…” he left his threat open ended.
Harry smiled at the lack of venom in Draco’s tone. “I won’t if you won’t,” he replied, voice finally returning.
They went their separate ways, but Harry was sure that it wasn’t the last of it.
***
When Hermione cornered Harry a few weeks later he was not as surprised as he might have been.
“Harry, I know,” she had said, and there was no need for him to ask what she was talking about. What did surprise him was the piece of parchment that she handed him.
“I’m not going to lecture you,” she told him. “Just… be happy. That’s all.”
“Thank you,” Harry had said.
Later that day, in the safety of his dorm, Harry looked at the parchment that Hermione had given him. He couldn’t suppress a smile at the words in front of him.
I heard a Muggle song once and it’s stuck in my head ever since. It was never quite relevant to mine and Ron’s relationship, but I thought it might mean something to you.
And you’re rushing headlong; you’ve got a new goal
And you’re rushing headlong, out of control
And you think you’re so strong,
But there ain’t no stopping
No there’s nothing you can do about it