Secret Admirer, Part II (Harry/Draco)
Title: Secret Admirer, Part II
Author: digthewriter
Word count: 100X5
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Challenge: Celebration for dracoharry100.
Authors Notes: READ PART ONE HERE which was written for prompt reveal from dracoharry100. Unbetaed.
Malfoy pressed against Harry as Harry's back pressed against the wall behind him. Harry was slightly shocked at the fact that Malfoy was kissing him back. Now that they were together like this, Harry didn't know what was expected of him.
Quidditch practice was going to start soon, and he didn't have time for the celebration his body was doing at feeling Malfoy against him.
Malfoy groaned as Harry pressed their hips together and they swayed. Gods, if that wasn't the sexiest thing Harry had ever heard. And it was coming from Malfoy.
When they broke apart, Malfoy looked at him, smug.
"I don't think your new boyfriend is going to appreciate you kissing me like this," Harry said. If Malfoy was looking confident because he was sure Harry was the one that was his secret admirer, then Harry wasn't going to give him the pleasure of simply confessing.
"Oh," Malfoy said, looking disappointed. "I suppose he won't."
"So it's him, then?" Harry asked. "You believe Nott's the one?"
"The one what?" Malfoy asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Your secret admirer. I mean, the whole school knows you've been getting presents all year, and no one had any idea who it was. Now, it's revealed. I suppose it's time to celebrate."
"And is this how you celebrate, Potter? By kissing other people's boyfriends?"
Harry shrugged. "You kissed me back. Can't be much into him if you were here looking for me."
Malfoy released a long sigh and pulled away from Harry. Harry immediately missed his touch. "I don't know why I chased after you," he said, and Harry wanted to go after him; wrap his arms around Malfoy again.
"What is it?" he asked, tentatively.
"The way I saw your rush out, I thought...I supposed you were the admirer." He ran a hand through his hair and sat on one of the benches in the changing room. "I never believed Nott to be the one. He thought it'd be funny by confessing; I let the charade go on with the belief--whoever it was, would eventually reveal himself."
"You're certain it's a bloke?"
"Well the lack of scented paper, flowers, and heart shapes in my notes made me think so," Malfoy said.
"That's a bit generalising, isn't it?" Harry said and took a seat next to Malfoy. He made sure they were close together, and eventually, their knees started to bump.
Malfoy didn't pull away.
"Did you want it to be me?"
"Whatever, Potter," Malfoy said standing up. "Forget I was here."
"No, Malfoy. Wait!" Harry called out but Malfoy didn't turn around and walked out, fast. When Harry started to chase after him, his teammates barged in, and Harry was pushed back.
"Was that Malfoy?" someone said.
Another snorted. "Is he joining the Gryffindor Quidditch team?"
"Like we'll take him. Harry's the best Seeker in Hogwarts. Right, Harry?"
"Right," Harry said, not looking at who'd been talking to him. He returned to his things and started getting ready for practice.
Author: digthewriter
Word count: 100X5
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Challenge: Celebration for dracoharry100.
Authors Notes: READ PART ONE HERE which was written for prompt reveal from dracoharry100. Unbetaed.
Malfoy pressed against Harry as Harry's back pressed against the wall behind him. Harry was slightly shocked at the fact that Malfoy was kissing him back. Now that they were together like this, Harry didn't know what was expected of him.
Quidditch practice was going to start soon, and he didn't have time for the celebration his body was doing at feeling Malfoy against him.
Malfoy groaned as Harry pressed their hips together and they swayed. Gods, if that wasn't the sexiest thing Harry had ever heard. And it was coming from Malfoy.
When they broke apart, Malfoy looked at him, smug.
"I don't think your new boyfriend is going to appreciate you kissing me like this," Harry said. If Malfoy was looking confident because he was sure Harry was the one that was his secret admirer, then Harry wasn't going to give him the pleasure of simply confessing.
"Oh," Malfoy said, looking disappointed. "I suppose he won't."
"So it's him, then?" Harry asked. "You believe Nott's the one?"
"The one what?" Malfoy asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Your secret admirer. I mean, the whole school knows you've been getting presents all year, and no one had any idea who it was. Now, it's revealed. I suppose it's time to celebrate."
"And is this how you celebrate, Potter? By kissing other people's boyfriends?"
Harry shrugged. "You kissed me back. Can't be much into him if you were here looking for me."
Malfoy released a long sigh and pulled away from Harry. Harry immediately missed his touch. "I don't know why I chased after you," he said, and Harry wanted to go after him; wrap his arms around Malfoy again.
"What is it?" he asked, tentatively.
"The way I saw your rush out, I thought...I supposed you were the admirer." He ran a hand through his hair and sat on one of the benches in the changing room. "I never believed Nott to be the one. He thought it'd be funny by confessing; I let the charade go on with the belief--whoever it was, would eventually reveal himself."
"You're certain it's a bloke?"
"Well the lack of scented paper, flowers, and heart shapes in my notes made me think so," Malfoy said.
"That's a bit generalising, isn't it?" Harry said and took a seat next to Malfoy. He made sure they were close together, and eventually, their knees started to bump.
Malfoy didn't pull away.
"Did you want it to be me?"
"Whatever, Potter," Malfoy said standing up. "Forget I was here."
"No, Malfoy. Wait!" Harry called out but Malfoy didn't turn around and walked out, fast. When Harry started to chase after him, his teammates barged in, and Harry was pushed back.
"Was that Malfoy?" someone said.
Another snorted. "Is he joining the Gryffindor Quidditch team?"
"Like we'll take him. Harry's the best Seeker in Hogwarts. Right, Harry?"
"Right," Harry said, not looking at who'd been talking to him. He returned to his things and started getting ready for practice.