Hex Me or Kiss Me Book One

Tea With A Dragon

Draco stood in the corridor, the tapestry of ballet-dancing trolls behind him. He imagined the room he needed and began to pace. Three times he moved in front of the short stretch of wall before the door appeared. He slipped in, closing it softly behind him.
Harry had been watching his map ever since classes had finished that day. He set off with his Cloak as soon as he saw Malfoy move from the Slytherin dungeons. Sure enough, his dot disappeared on the seventh floor. He made his way from Gryffindor tower, down to the Room of Requirement, and stood in front of the space where he knew the door would be if he were allowed in. "Open," he pleaded, still convinced that, somehow, it might do what he asked.
The door appeared and opened suddenly, and Draco stood there, smiling at Harry. One hand on the door, and the other on the doorway, Draco raised an eyebrow. "You really should use a Silencing Charm with that thing," he drawled. "A Hippogriff would probably make less noise."
Harry was frozen for a moment, but then reached up and pulled his Cloak off. "What are you doing in there?" he asked suspiciously, trying to peek over Malfoy's shoulder.
Draco smirked, blocking Harry's way and his view. "Would you like to come in?" he asked.
"It depends on what's in there," Harry said warily. "I happen to know that you've been coming here for the better part of this year. Why?"
"Ah, so the confession comes out at last," Draco said with a laugh. "You admit you have been following me."
Harry let out a huff of breath. "Fine, I admit it. Now what are you doing in there?"
"Waiting for you, of course." Draco shook his head. "So, would you like to come in?"
Harry made a face at that, but his enormous curiosity got the better of him. "Yeah, whatever," he said, crossing his arms.
Grinning, Draco stepped back, holding the door for Harry and
making a sweeping gesture of welcome for the other boy.
Harry rolled his eyes at Malfoy's gesture, but walked in, taking
care not to brush against Malfoy as he passed him.
Draco closed the door behind Harry and turned to lean with his
back against it and his arms across his chest. He stood watching the other boy.
The room was a sitting room. There was a couch, a small table, what appeared to be a working fireplace, rugs on the floor and tapestries on the walls. A tea service was sitting out.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "You sit in here and have tea every day?" he asked disbelievingly.
Draco rolled his eyes. "Of course not." He walked forward, past Harry, and sat at one end of the couch. He reached for one of the biscuits and nibbled on it.
Harry wasn't sure what to do. He hadn't been expecting this at all. "So, what do you do here then?" he asked, not making any move to sit down.
"Pretend you're civilised, Potter." Draco gestured towards a spot on the sofa beside him. "Sit down and have some tea."
Harry wasn't sure if he really should. He stood awkwardly by the door for a few seconds before finally deciding that doing what Malfoy said might provide him with some answers. He moved and sat on the far end of the couch, away from Malfoy.
Draco poured Harry some tea in a nice china cup and looked at him. "Do you take milk or sugar?"
Harry thought Draco Malfoy was probably the oddest person he'd ever met. "Erm, two sugars," he said, feeling strange.
Draco nodded, putting sugar in Harry's cup and then handing it to him. He put sugar and milk in his own. "Biscuit?"
"Sure ..." Harry said slowly, scratching the back of his neck.
Draco placed several of the sweets on a small plate and put it on the table in front of Harry. He took a second biscuit for himself and began eating it and sipping his tea, watching Harry as he did.
Harry took an awkward sip of tea and nibbled a biscuit. "So ..." he began, unsure of what to do. A million questions were running through his mind, of course, but he hadn't planned on Malfoy's behaviour which was throwing him off considerably.
Draco swore he hadn't smiled so much all year. He found himself
doing it yet again at Harry's nervousness. He sat back, waiting. It was amazing being this close to Harry. Without yelling, or throwing punches or hexes, he could really study the other boy's face.
"Look," Harry said when he realised Malfoy wasn't going to say anything. "I'm not really sure why you want to ... talk to me or whatever, but I'm - I mean - you're - this is all very confusing," he finished lamely.
"Maybe I just wanted to know what you're like when you are not yelling at me or trying to hex me." Draco suggested.
"Why? It's not like you wanted to know before," Harry said angrily. "Besides, you've yelled at me and hexed me just as much as I've done to you."
"Let's just say that I am dying of curiosity." Draco grimaced at his own joke.
Harry didn't understand. "You're very strange," he said, taking another sip of tea. He relaxed a bit more into the sofa; if he was going to sit there, he thought he might as well get comfortable.
Draco tried to relax as well, to sit back and enjoy this while he could. He sipped the sweet drink and smirked at Harry. "So, how are you doing so well in Potions? I never took you for one who studies."
Harry nearly choked. "Oh, erm, well, I've been studying more this year," he said quickly. "It's also been easier without Snape teaching it." That was very true, but of course, it wasn't the only reason Harry was doing well.
"You are a terrible liar, Potter." Draco laughed. "I would have thought you had help, but no one else is doing that well. Not even ... Granger."
"Well, perhaps I'm just that good at it without Snape there," Harry said, knowing how thick he sounded. He quickly changed the subject. "You haven't been looking too good. Are you ill or something?" he asked. Draco shook his head, dropping the subject but filing it away for further consideration later. "Or something, I suppose." He shrugged. He wasn't sure whether to be annoyed that Potter didn't like the way he looked, or glad that he noticed at all.
Harry shrugged as well. He didn't know what else to say. A few moments of silence passed before he spoke again. "So, are you going to tell me what you really get up to in here?" he asked, looking at Malfoy seriously.
Draco's laugh this time was humourless. "Obsessive, are you?" He sighed. "Let's make it a multiple choice answer, shall we? I am either A) having parties, to which you are not invited, B) planning a way to let the forces of evil into Hogwarts, C) wanking off in the privacy of this little drawing room, D) trying to figure a way to kill someone, or E) none of the above."
"You expect me to answer that?" Harry said with a raised eyebrow. "You're probably wanking," he said as a joke, though he didn't laugh. In all honesty, he thought it was probably a mixture of B and D.
Draco's grin widened and he waggled his eyebrows. "On this very sofa."
Harry's face fell. "That's pretty disgusting," he said, uncomfortable again. The weird feeling in his stomach was back.
"I was more honest than you were," Draco teased, patting the sofa and smiling at Harry.
"Eugh, so you did wank on this sofa?" Harry said, moving to sit on the very edge of it. "I was only joking!"
Draco's grin widened and he asked, "What if I told you the answer was all but one?" He paused. "And I will give you a yes on C." Harry frowned and thought for a moment. "If that's true, then E would have to be the only one that's not true. You're planning on killing someone?!"
Draco frowned for a moment, looking up in concentration.
"Damn, you're right. I forgot about E." He laughed. "All but two, then."
Harry sighed in relief. "That still means you're either planning on killing someone, or letting the forces of evil into Hogwarts, or both. Which is it?"
Draco shook his head and looked at the ceiling as if somewhere up there would be the answer to why Gryffindors still existed. "So, how are you doing so well in Potions?" he asked again, looking Harry directly in the eyes.
Harry's eyes bore into Malfoy's. All right, he would play this game. "My Potions book," he said after a few seconds. "Since when do you actually read your books?" Draco sneered. He couldn't help it. He knew a half-truth when he heard one. He was a Malfoy, after all.
Harry sighed. "My book has notes in it. If you remember, I had to borrow one from Slughorn because I didn't think I'd be taking Potions this year. Whoever had the book before me was really good at Potions, and they left notes in it. Big deal. Now tell me what you do in here," Harry finished without missing a beat.
Draco leant forward, setting his empty cup down. "Do you have the book with you?"
Harry raised an eyebrow. "No. Why would I?"
"I'd like to see it, that's why," Draco answered, and reached for the teapot, pouring himself another cup. "Want more?" He held it up and gestured with his head toward Harry's cup.
Harry shrugged. "Sure," he said, holding the cup out. This was so strange. "Are you going to answer me now, or do I have to show you my book?"
Draco poured Harry another cup and added sugar before putting the milk and sugar in his own. "Given how slippery you are with answers, I will have to see the book first." He smiled to show it wasn't an insult, but couldn't help adding, "You are almost Slytherin in your tendency for hiding things, Harry."
Harry couldn't help but make a face at the sound of his first name leaving Malfoy's mouth. It sounded odd. Suddenly, he found that he wanted to know why Malfoy had done what he had done the previous day. Turning slightly red, Harry faced him. "Why did you, erm, you know ... yesterday?" he asked.
"Yesterday was a long day. What specifically are you asking me?" Draco drawled.
Harry rolled his eyes. "What do you think I'm talking about?" he said plainly.
"Ahhh," Draco sighed like it was a revelation, but then he gave Harry an appraising look. "Because I wanted to."
Harry flushed even brighter. "Er - why?" he asked.
Draco considered Harry for a moment, then raised an eyebrow. "You kiss me this time, and I will tell you."
Harry gulped and, if possible, turned redder. "Oh. I don't think I want to know that badly," he said sheepishly. "I think you do." Draco smiled. "I think you won't sleep tonight if you don't have the answer."
Malfoy was probably right, but Harry couldn't do it. He couldn't willingly kiss Draco Malfoy. "I - I can't," he said, shaking his head and scratching the back of his neck again. "I just - I can't."
Draco didn't know whether to be offended or amused. "You can face trolls, Dementors, and the Dark Lord, but you can't kiss me?" Okay, both, he thought, and laughed.
Harry narrowed his eyes. "It's not that I'm afraid of you," he said. "I just can't. I'm not gay for one thing," he said, the blush on his face now creeping across his neck and chest.
Draco shrugged. "Neither am I."
Harry was confused. "But then why - I - why would you ...?" Harry spluttered.
"Is everything black and white with you?" Draco asked in exasperation, putting his cup down and standing. He walked around the table, gesturing as he spoke. "Straight or gay? Good or evil? Reality is a complex place, and people even more so. Isn't there room in your head for all of the other possibilities?"
Harry shrugged. He'd never thought that Malfoy would be talking to him about good and evil. He took a giant of a breath. "Will the answer even be worth a kiss if I do kiss you?" he asked quickly.
Draco smiled. "The kiss might be worth the kiss. All I can guarantee about the answer is that it will be true."
Harry grimaced, not wanting to believe what he was about to do. But he was a Gryffindor, right? "Fine, I'll do it," he said, not looking Malfoy in the eye.
Draco raised an eyebrow, hands on his hips, and stood on the other side of the table, waiting.
"What? You want me to come over there?" asked Harry, finally looking up.
Draco shrugged, walked back around the table and sat down on the couch. He turned to face Harry, one arm resting on the back of the sofa and the other in his lap.
Harry bit his lip. "It doesn't have to be ... a certain ... way, does it?" he asked.
"Oh, really, Harry." Draco sighed. "You are sure you have done this before, right?"
"Yes!" Harry said. He didn't mention that he'd only done it a handful of times with Cho.
"Then a real kiss; not something you would give your aunt or grandmother or something," Draco said. He couldn't believe he was doing this. He had never had to ask anyone to kiss him before. In fact, there were quite a few rather willing volunteers out there. "I can't believe I am even doing this," he muttered, shaking his head.
"You're the one who wants to! You could just tell me?" Harry added hopefully, already knowing that it was no good.
Draco scowled, crossing his arms and leaning back against the opposite end of the sofa. "Forget it, Potter," he snapped. "This was all a mistake. Just go."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "What ...?" he asked, confused by Malfoy's sudden mood swing.
"If you can't even bring yourself to kiss me, then there really is no point." Draco sighed, closing his eyes and leaning his head back on the couch.
"I already said I would do it," Harry said, feeling like he was failing at some sort of challenge; plus, he really did want to know why Malfoy had wanted to kiss him in the first place.
Draco ignored him, his eyes shut tight, an ache in his chest that he didn't understand, and his hand clenched in his lap.
Harry bit his lip very tightly. He'd never seen Malfoy act this way. Gathering up all of his willpower, he crawled across the sofa and hovered above Malfoy for a moment where the blond was leaning against the arm of the couch. One of Harry's hands grasped the back of the sofa so that he could keep his balance, and then, before he could change his mind, he lowered his mouth and kissed Malfoy very gently, his eyes fluttering closed.Draco went very still when he felt Harry move. At first he'd thought Harry was leaving, but then he felt the other boy's body hovering over his and his breath on his face. He kept perfectly still, waiting, and then he felt Harry's lips on his. One hand gripped the back of the couch, but the other rose without him thinking about it and rested palm down against Harry's side, steadying him. Draco couldn't believe how good those lips felt, and he gasped into the touch, his mouth opening slightly.
Harry didn't know what had come over him. All he knew was that Malfoy's gasp excited him far more than was called for. He allowed his mouth to open a bit as well. His body seemed to press down against Malfoy's of its own accord, and he threaded his fingers in Malfoy's hair. His heart was beating madly, and somewhere inside his head he knew this was wrong, but in that moment, he didn't much care. It felt too good.
Draco's breath sped up and he felt intoxicated breathing in Harry's breath as well. When Harry's hand was in his hair, it felt like it pulled every nerve in his body, making him shudder. Harry's mouth was soft, and sweet, and firm, unlike anyone else's he had kissed. Draco's tongue gently caressed the edge of those lips.
Harry gasped this time. He felt entirely lost, but wasn't sure if he wanted to be found. He'd never kissed anyone like this before. It was like he was drowning in it, but it felt like he needed it as well. Needed it badly.
Draco's tongue slipped further into Harry's mouth, looking for the other boy's. The hand on Harry's side moved up onto his back, pulling him down to Draco's body while his other hand released the sofa and slipped fingers into Harry's thick hair.
Harry allowed his tongue to meet Malfoy's, and he almost died right then. He let out a small moan and gripped Malfoy's robes with the hand that wasn't entangled in his hair. He couldn't even remember the point of the kiss; he didn't care anymore. He didn't care that he wasn't supposed to be enjoying this. Sod all of that. He needed it.
As his tongue caressed Harry's, Draco felt it all the way down his spine. He arched in response and felt his body pressed against Harry's.
Harry moaned again when Malfoy arched against him. He bore down and broke away from the kiss to get a proper breath. He wondered when he had pushed Malfoy nearly all the way onto his back, but that didn't matter. He buried his face into the soft flesh of Malfoy's neck and sucked, and kissed, and nibbled. It felt better than he could believe.
Draco gasped when Harry broke the kiss, taking deep lungfuls of air and moaning when the other boy started doing amazing things to his neck. One hand was still buried in Harry's hair, not controlling, but he loved the feel of its thickness between his fingers. He couldn't believe this was really happening. Part of him was afraid that it was a dream, not real. But if that was the case, he thought he would rather die than ever wake up.
Harry kissed along Malfoy's jaw, his ears, his collarbone and his lips again. He was getting dangerously aroused, and Malfoy's thigh was somehow pressed against his crotch. It wouldn't be long before Malfoy noticed ... but fuck, he couldn't stop. He couldn't.
Draco was moaning now, clutching Harry's hair and pushing against the other boy's thigh where it pressed against his groin. He was so hard, he was surprised his trousers hadn't split from the pressure.
Harry began thrusting, breathing heavily above Malfoy's face, his eyes half-closed. He leant in again, his mouth close to Malfoy's ear. "This is so fucking good," he whispered against it. He didn't care that he'd said that. Every reasonable thought had left him, and he was overwhelmed with the need to impress Malfoy at that moment.
The feel of Harry moving against him and his own answering hardness was making Draco's head spin. And when Harry spoke like that, Draco's world really did spin. He opened his eyes wide to look at Harry, wanting to assure himself that it really was Harry Potter saying and doing these things. "Yes," Draco whispered in a voice that sounded almost like a prayer. He was meeting Harry's thrusts, one hand on Harry's hip and the other on his shoulder.
Harry clenched his teeth and rested his forehead on Malfoy's shoulder, still bucking wildly. He was so close, so close. He clutched Malfoy's robes even tighter. His right hand moved from Malfoy's hair and gripped the sofa material so hard he thought it might tear.
"Harry!" Draco shouted, his head thrown back. He arched as he came, his arms pulling Harry hard against him.
That was all it took. Harry almost split his lip as he bit it. After two more thrusts he was coming as well, his teeth gritted to prevent any noise escaping; a strangled cry escaped him anyway. He went limp against Malfoy, breathing harder than he'd ever done before. He felt like he might never be able to move again.
The weight of Harry's body pressing him into the sofa was the most comforting thing Draco had ever felt. His whole body continued to shudder in the aftermath of his orgasm, and he buried his face in Harry's hair, arms wrapped tightly around him. He didn't know why, but he could feel the tears from earlier return, trailing down his cheeks and soaking into that black hair.