bloodline|drarry

10|solstice

"pull me by my pigtails to paris"

Harry kissed back eagerly, his hands flying up to Draco's hair, tugging gently; his other hand resting on his cheek, feeling the heat of it rise up in his palm. Kissing Draco was nothing like kissing Ginny, her lips were soft and she tasted like honey. This kiss was angry, their teeth clashing against each other, Draco wrapped a pale hand around Harry's waist, pulling him into his lap.

Harry let out a sigh that more came out as a muffled groan, seven years of fighting and this was the conclusion they came to? Harry wasn't complaining. The hostility between them had suddenly snapped, just a few hours ago Harry was punching Malfoy in the face, now he was snogging him. The whole thing was just mental.

Sure Harry had kissed people before, but never like this. This was different, this was open mouthed kisses and quiet moans. This was years of unresolved tension finally hitting it's pinnacle, Harry pulled away and took in the sight in front of him. Gods the other boy was wrecked, his face was flushed, his lips swollen and his normally neat hair was messily hanging around his face. He'd never thought of the boy as attractive, but right Malfoy was looking bloody hot.

Malfoy's hand slipped under Harry's shirt, scratching down his back, his other hand reached up to his hair, pulling his head back. He kissed down Harry's neck, biting softly. Most definitely leaving a mark, but that was tomorrow's problem. Harry didn't need to dwell on tomorrow when Draco Malfoy was literally giving him hickeys. The blonde boy was whimpering, his breath heavy against Harry's neck. Harry's hand grazed Draco's top button, let it undo under his fingers, slipping it off his shoulders.

"Shit."

All over Malfoys neck and chest were thick, sliverly scars, criss-crossing in and out of each other in delicate patterns. They were huge, and they were everywhere.

"Did I do this." it wasn't a question, more of a very obvious statement. Harry closed his eyes, reliving the memory of their fight in sixth year, he had never realised the extent of the damage he had done. His eyes opened up, Draco nodded. Harry sat back, they were both staring at each other with nothing but pure disgust, it catching up to them what had just happened.

"Look um.. I'm not.. I'm not exactly sure how we ended up kissing like that." Draco stuttered out, his face still as red as a tomato. Harry raised an eyebrow, "if I remember correctly, you started that kiss" he said smugly, enjoying the look that was weaving through Malfoy's face. He stood up, running a hand through his now messy hair and sighing deeply. Harry looked at him, he was stuck in thought and clearly going through something in his head.

"Look potter, can we just forget that ever happened, and y'know? Never tell anyone ever?" he asked, but his voice was wavey and uncertain. Harry breathed out, standing up to face the other boy. "Yes, please, I don't think we should ever mention that, ever again." Harry hissed, Malfoy was trying so hard to keep his guard up but the boy was cowering; looking almost as pathetic as he did when Harry saw him at the final battle.

"Potter I'm serious, this can never leave this room." Malfoy looked terrified, he was backed up against the wall, looking at Harry like he was lethal.

"Fucking hell Malfoy! I know! Now get out of the way so I can have a shower and start pretending this never happened." He shoved the trembling boy out of the way, slamming the bathroom door in Malfoy's face.

He slid down the door, throwing his head back and staring at the ceiling. Gods this was a fucked up situation, it was also highly inappropriate. They had never even had a nice conversation until today, why did they just snog? Harry just pinned it all on the fact that they were both slightly wine drunk and the adrenaline from making up with Ron had caused them to just lose it a bit.

He stood up, clicking on the shower, letting the cold water slide down his back in icy sprinkles. Harry didn't let the water heat up, he figured the cold would maybe put him into shock and make him forget what he had done. It was horrible, and the worst bit was Harry kept replaying how the other boy's lips felt on his; all these years of hatred could've led to a truce or maybe even fumbling their way through some kind of friendship. But all Harry could think about was when he could kiss the other boy again.

Snap out of it.

He couldn't think like that, not about Malfoy. The boy was still an ex-death eater and a spoiled blood supremacist. Even if the war had kicked the brat out of him, he was in no way a good person. He let his head fall back against the shower tiles, Harry really was miserable; miserable enough to snog the boy he hated with every bone in his body. And the only solution that Harry had to his problem, was to bloody do it again.

Harry turned off the shower, stepping out and grabbing a towel, drying off and then wrapping it around his waist. He looked in the mirror, cursing silently. It appeared that tomorrow's problem had come today.

Normally the bruises he got from Malfoy were painful, they arose out of hate and spite. The two purple marks turning up on his neck were quite the opposite, they were intimate and given to him especially. And they were stuck there, like some sick reminder of their mistake.

Fucks sake.

-

"Put some clothes on will you Potter." Draco said, he was pretending like he was annoyed but it was taking everything in him to not look up at the half naked boy he had just snogged the living daylights out of. "This is my room too, wanker, I can do what I like." Potter bit, Draco absentmindedly glanced up from his book. Potter was sprawled out on his bed, shirtless, only in a pair of joggers, glorious bruises littering his neck. Draco smirked at his work.

"And it's almost 3am, so I am going to sleep this god awful day off." Potter muttered, drawing his bed hangings; Draco scoffed. "Night tosser." he said, closing his own curtains.

Draco law awake for the majority of the night, his mind kept wandering to his kiss earlier, feeling sick to his stomach. He prayed to every god he could think of that Potter said nothing, even though his father was rotting in a cell somewhere and would probably be killed at some point, if this news got back to his dad, Draco couldn't even begin to imagine the things he would do to him.

Pushing all thoughts of the kiss and Harry Potter to the back of his mind, Draco closed his eyes. An uneasy sleep drenching through him.