All I Ever Wanted Was the World

Chapter 5

                《。..last time  。》

"Are you listening to me?!?" Harry had shouted, bringing a dazed Draco away from his thoughts.
"Get off of me!"  He said loudly with a glare , pushing away the other with as much strength as he could. There were tear tracks down his cheeks and his vividly green eyes were filled with shock, surprise, and anger. His lips were parted and a bright red from the friction that had been imposed on them.
There was a growl that left Draco's lips and Harry could not think clearly.
Draco quickly let go of the other left the cell the exact same way he had come in. Without another word being spoken between the two, Draco had gone to the staircase and left the dungeon in a hurry.
Or more importantly, he left a confused, crying,  and slightly angered Harry Potter in a cell underneath his manor.

He'd just been kissed.

《§ present §》

Draco was angry with himself, not to mention completely turned on by just briefly pining what was supposed to be his enemy against a cell wall.
But...his cheeks were flushed and his breathing uneven.. along with those ..bright eyes..

He needed to stop this.
He was not going to be like some..some insolent, ingenious school boy.
Harry Potter was not someone he was going to keep a constant relationship with.
Especially as that was his enemy, but not only his enemy, he was also the boy he was going to have to kill at some point.
But not only just kill, oh no no no. He'd be in front of he-who-must-not-be-named.
He was never going to live that shame down. Ever.

He just wanted to have a school rival he actually hated, not adored.
'Well, that's Draco Malfoy for you...'
The blond thought, sitting down on his large and empty bed as he ran his thin, pale fingers through his hair.
If anything, he couldn't get 'The Chosen One' out of his mind- but it wasn't as if he could! He had- after all- captured and held him against his will in a cell underneath his own manor.

He was never going to say he'd enjoy becoming a loyal Death Eater.

『。 In the Dungeon °』

Harry was completely and utterly unsatisfied with himself.
He was upset yet excited, in a way.
Pushed up against the wall and agruing with Malfoy...
It was exhilarating and it made Harry feel numb.

What was wrong with him? To find something like this, of all things, pleasant even when it wasn't?
He was terrible for even thinking of it.

"Oh, what a mess," Harry thought miserably, his eyes misty and full of confusion (and perhaps a bit of anger).
Why had Malfoy done that in the first place?
If he wanted to hurt him, he could've done so already..
Something was wrong with the both of them, he was sure of it.
Harry was surely going to get to the bottom of this.
That is, of course, when Harry does get the chance to do so.