"Potter."
"Malfoy."
That was their usual greeting. Same thing, different day. It was up to Draco to torture Harry, because that's what his father expected of him. In the beginning, he was happy to oblige. But that was years ago, when they were eleven years old. Now, they were sixteen, more mature, more grown-up. And Harry was definitely more handsome.
He bumped Harry's shoulder on his way by, causing him to spill his books onto the floor. Draco burst out laughing, Crabbe and Goyle following suit, and they were joined by a small crowd. harry gathered his books and glared viciously up at him. For once, Granger and Weasley weren't with him.
"What's the matter, Potter? Are you falling for me?" Draco sneered as Harry stood, balancing his books in his arms.
"Shove off, Malfoy," Harry snapped back, then stormed off, cheeks blazing red with embarrassment. The small crowd parted as he passed through, then closed up again.
Draco continued on his way to class with Harry on his mind. The more he thought about Harry, the more he wanted to spend some alone time with him. He arrived at Herbology and managed to survive all those Ravenclaw dorks, then Divination seemed to drag on forever. Finally, though, it was time for Potions, with Snape and the Gryffindors.
Draco walked into class with Crabbe and Goyle flanking him, fashionably late, like the class had rudely started before he could arrive. He felt Harry's gaze on him, and his heart sped up its pace. Merlin's beard, why did he have that effect on him? He slid into his seat, smooth as silk, and started preparations to pretend to work.
Halfway through class, he caught himself doodling hearts on his parchment, with his and Harry's initials in them. He crumpled up the parchment hastily, then, with a well-timed and well-placed shot, he threw the ball at Harry's cauldron, and it landed directly in the middle of his potion. The parchment hissed and sizzled, then burst into flames. A girl screamed, and Harry, startled by the fire, fell back off his stool, Draco burst into laughter, along with the rest of the Slytherin students. Granger, as always, fixed Draco's mess before it got out of hand. Harry ended up with burns on both his hands.
"Potter," Snape drawled over the laughter, "to the hospital wing with you. Malfoy will escort you."
That cut off Draco's laugh pretty quick. Alone time? With. . . Harry? Could his day get any better?
"Me?!" Draco growled, hiding his excitement, "Why me??"
"Because," Snape insisted, fixing him with a cold stare, "I said so."
Harry looked horrified and angry, yet he stood up anyways, and stormed to the door. Draco grumbled under his breath and followed. His heart was slamming against his chest, threatening to rip through his robes.
The pair made their way to the hospital wing in silence, Harry slightly ahead of Draco. He had a good view of Harry's backside. Once or twice Harry almost caught him, but he looked away just in time. Harry must have gotten suspicious, because he slowed down to walk next to him. That wasn't much better; He was tempted to hold Harry's hand now.
They arrived at the hospital wing, and Madam Pomfrey immediately started fussing over Harry's burns. Judging by the way she looked at Draco, he was almost sure she knew the burns were his fault. It took a good half hour for Madam Pomfrey to wrap Harry's hands with potion-soaked bandages. Harry grimaced at the pain, sitting on one of the beds. Madam Pomfrey was back in her office.
"So, Potter," Draco started, but he didn't get far. Harry's green eyes bore holes into him, his face red with fury.
"You just can't leave me alone, can you?!" Harry snapped at him, making him step back with surprise. "Every bloody day, Malfoy! When do you give up? What have I ever done to you?!"
Draco raised his hands defensively. "Nothing! You've just. . . Well, you're. . ." What could he say? Harry would never believe the truth.
"I just what, Draco? I just what?" Harry pulled off his glasses and let his hair fall into his face, but that didn't hide the tears sliding down his cheeks. Draco was surprised. Harry always seemed so strong. Had he gone too far?
Without realizing what he was doing, Draco sat next to Harry, touching knees with him. He put two fingers fingers under Harry's chin, tilted it up, and wiped his tears away with his thumb. Harry's green eyes blinked in surprise at Draco. Draco bit his lip nervously.
"What. . . What are you doing?" Harry whispered. Draco shrugged, not at all sure what he was doing. harry lifted one bandaged hand up to Draco's, holding it against his cheek. Understanding lit up those gorgeous green eyes of his.
"You. . don't really hate me, do you?" he whispered, bewildered. Draco shook his head, unable to speak.
He didn't have to, either. Harry leaned forward and touched his lips to Draco's. Heat bloomed in his chest, spreading down his torso and in between his legs. Draco's eyelids fluttered closed, and he leaned in as well, deepening their kiss. The heat in his body flamed. He felt Harry shift closer, moving hip to hip with him. Draco's hands slipped down Harry's chest, his stomach, and stopped at his waist. harry placed his hands on Draco's and pushed them lower still, until they rested on something hard. Draco's fingers groped the hard lump, and it wasn't until Harry moans made him realize what exactly he was touching. His hands started to move away, but Harry stopped him, pulling away to look at his face. Harry's eyes were screaming for Draco to touch him, to feel him, but when he spoke, his voice was soft and controlled.
"Please, Draco," he begged softly, "show me that you don't hate me."
There was a short moment of hesitation, when Harry pulled up his robes to expose his jeans, but it didn't last. Draco plunged his hand in Harry's jeans, his other hand popping open the button and zipping down his zipper. His fingers found the hard flesh of Harry's erection and stroked it, making Harry gasp. he grasped his shaft in his hand and pumped it slowly, peeling back Harry's briefs to expose his erection. It was long, roughly eight inches by Draco's guess, and quite thick; The head of Harry's cock was half the size of his fist.
Harry's hands made their way up Draco's robes, his bandaged fingers finding the waist of his trousers, fumbling with the button and zipper. Draco's heart went out to him, and slipped his free hand up his own robes, helping Harry with the button, then the zipper. Harry's bandaged scratched against his hardened member, but he didn't mind; He liked it. Draco leaned in and pressed a kiss to his lips. He felt Harry grasp his length, squeeze it once, making him moan. Draco sped up his hand, pumping Harry's shaft faster and faster. Harry's own hand mimicked Draco's. The boy's lips parted in a moan, and Draco's tongue slipped out quickly, entering his mouth, searching for a friend. Harry's tongue mashed against his, licking and pushing against it.
Heated moans escaped from both sides, Draco's stomach flaring with heat, blinding him to everything but Harry's touch, Harry's kiss, Harry. . . Harry. . . Harry! He was on fire, but it didn't hurt, didn't burn him. He was flying through the clouds, fireworks exploading, passions flaring. Then. . . He burst.
Draco's eyes opened slowly, and he was dragged back down to Earth, panting heavily. Harry's eyes were the first things he seen, and he never wanted to look away. A few seconds after, he was aware of something hot and sticky coating his hand. When he looked down, he was mildly surprised to find Harry's seed covering his fingers. He slowly pulled his hand away, his fingers slightly cramped, and his seed came away from Harry's cock in long, thin strands. Without thinking, Draco lifted his hand to his mouth and gave his fingers a lick. it tasted salty-sweet. Harry shivered visibly, chewing distractedly on his lower lip. Draco gave his fingers another tentative lick, watching Harry shiver again, then began to lick his fingers clean hungrily.
Once he was done, he lowered his hand, leaned in to Harry's ear, and whispered, "I love you."
Harry smiled, whispered, "I love you, too," then took his face in his hands and kissed him again.
