The Power You Have

Part 5

Tears threatened to cascade down his face as he swerved through the hall, nearly knocking out some first years. His vision began to blur, it became harder and harder to distinguish gargoyle from human, until he bumped into one. He watched as colorful square blobs crashed to the floor, oops. 

"God Malfoy, your ego get so big that you couldn't see anything besides yourself?" Fuck, Potter. 

"Harry," Someone spat through their gritted teeth. "leave him alone, he's not worth it." Granger.

"No one asked your opinion, filthy little MudBlood!" Draco's fists balled into fiery pits of anguish, he made the move to leave, but a hand stopped him. "I have more pressing matters to deal with." His tone sliced through the air, it made the atmosphere thin, and weak. 

"What? Daddy needs your help polishing the devils shoes?" Harry said in a mocking voice. Damn, Harry looked hot. His raven fringe, slightly damp, caressing his toned skin. A thin piece of hair stuck upon his scarlet wet scar, his breathing uneven. Oh look at those eyes, burning with intensity, flaring an unrelenting green. So fucking sexy, are his pupils dilated?  I just want to- Oh shit, a response.  

Draco searched his brain recalling the last few insults, and found just the right amount of fake aggression. 

"Don't you dare talk about my father you insufferable gi-" 

"I'll talk about him however I like, but right now i'd like to talk about you." The pale boy had a massive lump in his throat, wherever Harry was going, he didn't like it. 

"Don't pretend I haven't seen you staring at me all day, all night. Mind tell me about that?" The crowd that had been gathering awaited his response, all holding their breath. 

"I don't know what you're talking about." He stated. 

"Don't get a haughty with me Malfoy, I feel your eyes boring into me everyday." The pressure intensified. He began to feel his hands get hot and clammy. 

"No response? I thought so, so what have you been doing? Fantasizing about me?" Yes. "Wanting me?" Yes. "Creating reasons to hate me?" Yes. "Has it really taken this long to realize that you're gay? God, you're blinder than Ron's owl." Wait what? 

"You know what? It has, but check you out! It sounds like you know exactly what I'm going through! So spill Potter, what new?!" He looked deep into his emerald orbs, and awaited an answer, intently watching his every movement. The raven teen looked as if he was going through a mental battle, pride vs. passion. What he wanted, and what thought he needed. And found a childish retort.

"Don't you dare try to change this to me, we're talking about you here, and you're crazy obsessions! How you look at me all the time, you're eyes becoming bigger and bigger as they pan lower and lower!"

"Oh yeah, what about when you're looking? Watching me from across the room, studying me like one of Grangers books!" Harry began to sweat, beads formed at the top of his perfect hair line. I got him. "What do you have to say to that?" 

"Absolutely nothing." He held his sharp jaw out like a true prick, a prick he so wanted to swallow. 

The blonde had had enough of this, why wouldn't Harry just leave him alone? Or submit to his accusations? He grew red with anger, frustration, and embarrassment. He was done, done with dealing his feelings out like playing cards. Who knew how many people he told, or how many times he had condemned Draco's future. Even though his mind was whirling in a hurricane of anger and frustration, he somehow couldn't hate the boy. He kept making excuses, and couldn't stop. The pale boy had already decided where he was going to be tomorrow, but he hadn't yet made up his mind on a new thought. If this was the last time he was going to see Harry, or have Harry see him, then he would remember it. For fucks sake, he was a Malfoy, and they don't let people play with them like puppets on a string. He would take control any way he could, or at least, subject that beautiful mouth to something other than insults... 

He had made up his mind for the second time today. 

His memory would last one final way, 

"Don't just stand there and ignore me, you started this! NOW LISTEN TO ME!!" Harry shook his shoulders roughly, willing to get attention from the boy he wanted most. 

"OH MY GOD LISTE-" Draco crashed his lips into Harry's, shoving him up against the nearest wall. Strong toned bodies pressed against each other, flesh burning to touch. Draco moved against Harry's stiff lips, willing for them to move and create the blissful friction he so much desired. Finally he had made his move, and he prayed that it would last... just a minute longer?

Or sixty... 

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SORRY OKAY! I've been busy, whoop dee do school kicks my butt. But i promise this story gets better, and this kissing bit WILL get longer and be continued. We may move a little slowly, BUT THE BALL WILL GET ROLLING FAST! Expect more updates, and keep reading!

cya

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