Aperta Vulnera - drarry

The Discussion

Harry was swiftly brought into the dimly lit closet, only illuminated by a dusty lamp hanging in the centre. The door clicked, notifying Harry that it was locked. When he turned around he was met with the familiar face of Draco Malfoy. Though it was dark in the room Harry could see the crimson red blush on his face and angered snarl.

"What the fuck do you think you're playing at Potter? Do you know how risky that was? What if Snape had caught you? What if someone-." His fury was interrupted by Harry.

"Why so dramatic? We were sitting in the back, no one would've seen. Honestly Draco, it was harmless!" A slight smirk spread across his face.

"It's Malfoy to you, don't you dare do that to me again Potter or-." He was yet again interrupted, which began to irritate him.

"Or you'll what?" Harry moved towards Draco, forcing him to make contact with the stone wall behind him as he backed away. "Punch me? Go ahead. I enjoyed it." He feigned lustful eyes as he looked at Draco through his lashes.

Draco's face went impossibly a darker shade of crimson as he glared at Potter. Harry only moved closer and pressed himself up to Malfoy's ear.
"Do it, Draco, punch me."

Draco grabbed Potter by the front of his robes and Harry looked dead into his eyes. But Draco wasn't glaring at Harry anymore, instead his eyes looked like they were full of.. tears? Potter searched Draco's eyes but found nothing but sadness and desperation.

"Please, stop doing this to me. Don't act like you fancy me when you just want to fuck with me. It's not fair. I'm not a joke, i don't want to be made out to be one just so you and your little freak friends can get a laugh out of me. I'm confused. I'm tired. I'm fed up. So please, for fuck sake, stop." He breathed out, hurt streaking his face. Harry had never seen this side of Malfoy, a vulnerable scared boy with no sense of malice, just pure pain.

The tears were hot against Malfoy's skin, streaming down his perfect porcelain face. Harry wondered what it would be like to touch Malfoy's clear complexion, would it feel as nice as it looked? Harry hesitantly brought a shaky hand up to the Slytherins face and swiped away the tears as Malfoy closed his eyes.

Harry stop this, you don't like him, you're not gay, especially for Malfoy. Fuck no. Stop.

But he couldn't. He continued to caress Malfoy's stained face gently. Neither boy said a word. Harry was suddenly overwhelmed with guilt. It was clear Malfoy was already having a sexuality crisis and he had just added fuel to the flame, which was not exactly kind of him.

Through these few weeks on knowing Draco he had realised that the Slytherin was unpredictable, constantly surprising him was what the blonde did best. One minute Draco was a vindictive little prat and the next a scared boy who doesn't know what to do with himself. All Harry knew was that he found Malfoy incredibly attractive in this light, which he was afraid to admit to himself, let alone anyone else.

This rather timid version of Draco didn't scare Harry, in fact it proved Malfoy was human, and not just a soul sucking bully. Harry had been tormented for years by the Slytherin, but only in this moment did Harry understand why he did it; he was insecure.

Malfoy did not make eye contact with Harry until his crying ceased and he began to put back on his mask of unemotional stone.

"Kiss me." Harry suddenly spoke. This sentence shocked both boys, but Harry needed to find out if he was gay or not. If Harry didn't like it his inner battle would be settled, he no longer had to worry about his sexuality as kissing a boy would not be desirable to him, but if he did like it.. Harry didn't want to think about that outcome.

Malfoy stated at him blankly.

"What? Potter is this another one of your sick jokes, i have no feelings for you, if that's what you're getting at-." This was the third time Malfoy was interrupted in 20 minutes and he was frankly about to explode, as he was about to retort a reply his lips were flushed against Potters.

Harry pressed his lips to Draco's, they were soft and firm, nothing like Cho's, who had more delicate and supple lips. Harry didn't mind this change in sensation. He hated to admit it but he preferred the firmness of Malfoy's lips.

To Harry's surprise, Malfoy kissed him back, parting his lips slightly and licking Harry's lower lip. Harry could definitely get used to this. He allowed Malfoy's tongue access as their lips slotted together perfectly. Harry's body was now pressed against Malfoy's, he couldn't get enough of the feeling. Merlin, was he going to regret this. But he didn't think about that right now, all he could think about was how warm Malfoy's mouth was against his and a growing sensation in his trousers but he tried to push this down, as the last thing he would want is Malfoy feeling this.

They pulled away reluctantly and Harry groaned at the loss of contact. His lips were parted and bruised, his hair was more messed up than it normally was, this being a result of Malfoy carding his hands through it roughly. His eyes were half lidded and he looked in a state of pure bliss.

Draco did not look the same yet his lips were still glossy and red.

"Did that satisfy you Potter? You should probably leave, run back and tell your Gryffindor friends how you look positively fucked from a kiss." He snarled. But Harry just wanted more. More of Malfoy's mouth gliding across his effortlessly, like two puzzle pieces being connected.

"You're.. a very good kisser." Harry finally managed to spew out.

"I'm a Malfoy, i'm good at everything." With that Malfoy unlocked the door and left, leaving Harry in his dream like state with a massive erection. He knew he'd have to sort that out before his next class, so he vacated to the boys bathroom and cast a silencing spell, otherwise he was pretty sure his moans of release could be heard from the other side of Hogwarts.