Coveting Thy Enemy

Chapter 11: Confessions

Harry thrashed wildly in the dark against his attacker who now had him pinned against the wall. Whoever his assailant was, he was strong and extremely angry. Harry fought against the weight that was crushing him against the hard, stone wall. His opponent grunted bestially and began to slam Harry's body against the stones again and again. Taking a deep breath, Harry pushed as hard as he could against his adversary. He was able to push him a few feet away from him so he could get to his wand and cast a spell.

"Lumos!"

Harry blinked in the sudden brightness cast by his wand. He then eyed his competition and gasped. Draco Malfoy. "What the hell are you doing here, and why the hell did you attack me?" he asked the boy. Draco did not answer. He only flung himself bodily at Harry. Harry felt himself yet again crushed to the wall and his wand skidded to the floor, its light blinking out as it hit the flagstones. "Get off of me, Malfoy, you bloody Bastard!" He yelled. He was having a hard time keeping Malfoy from beating him against the wall. The Slytherin had an almost inhuman strength that could only be caused by anger.

"Fuck you, Potter," he said spitting the "P" like venom.

Harry did the only thing he could think of. He ducked down and plowed the other boy like a linebacker. Both boys tumbled to the floor in a mess of arms and legs. Harry knocked the wind out of Malfoy when he landed on top of him. He quickly rolled off and listened to the other boy's wheezing as he tried to catch his breath. Crawling on his hands and knees, Harry felt for his wand on the floor. When he found it, he cast the Lumos spell again and looked around. There were two lanterns hanging on the far wall. He lit them using the Lumos spell again.

Finally recovering from lack of air, Draco stumbled to his feet and glared daggers at Harry. "What's the matter, Potter, afraid of the dark?" he taunted.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" Harry asked.

"Revenge," Draco said simply, hate permeated every letter of the word.

:"For what?"

"You know bloody well for what! For mauling me, you stupid prat!"

Harry sighed heavily and looked at Malfoy who was seething. He knew the only thing he could do was apologize. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have kissed you, Malfoy. I really don't know what got into me."

Draco had never accepted an apology in his life and he wasn't about to now. "Is that what you say whenever you kiss your girlfriend?" he asked jeering. "No, I bet you apologize quite regularly when you can't get it up in bed."

Anger that was slowly heating in Harry boiled over. "You have no right to talk about Cho like that, Malfoy. If you say anything else, I'm going to punch that sneer off your face!"

"Really," said Malfoy, rising to the challenge. "Does Cho know you like boys, Potter, or does she invite one or two in every now and then when you screw?"

That was the breaking point. Harry's fist refused to listen to the signals his brain was giving it. It shot out then and hit Draco Malfoy in the jaw. Draco's head snapped back and his body reeled backward. He caught himself before he fell, though, and lunged toward Harry, crashing into him and pinning him against the wall for a third time. Harry prepared himself for Draco's punches by flexing every muscle in his body. Draco's eyes were level with his and he saw himself reflected in the silver orbs. He couldn't read the emotion that was in their shiny depths. With a guttural cry, Draco attacked Harry. With a kiss.

Draco's lips had crashed down upon his. He was kissing him roughly, showing no mercy. Harry tasted blood when the inside of his mouth crashed against his teeth. He knew he should push Draco away, put some space between them, but he couldn't. Instead, he began kissing him back. Draco's force eased up little by little until he was kissing Harry with a different kind of passion. He pushed his tongue into Harry's mouth and began tasting The Boy Who Lived. Harry was the first to break away, but only because he had to. A body required oxygen.

Draco looked stunned. His silver eyes were wide with shock as his subconscious emotions flooded over him. It was too much for him to take. He backed away from Harry until his back hit the far wall by the door. Sliding down to the floor, he pulled his knees up to his chest and dropped his head in his hands. Harry stared at the other boy in similar shock. He was shocked yet again when he heard Malfoy sobbing. Reacting before thinking, he rushed over and sat beside Draco, putting his had on the boy's quivering shoulder. Draco looked up to him then, tears streaming down his cheeks, and he scuttled a few feet away from Harry's hand. "Please, please don't touch me," he whispered, dropping his head back into his hands. He wasn't crying any longer, simply thinking. Harry gave him a few minutes to compose himself.

When Malfoy lifted his head, it was so he could simply push it back against the wall. "That's all I need," he said quietly.

"What?" asked Harry. He wasn't sure if Malfoy was talking to him, or just to himself.

Malfoy answered, still staring straight ahead. He couldn't seem to look at Harry yet. "It's not like I have enough to worry about, Potter. I don't think I can deal with being queer, too." He rolled his head against the wall toward Harry as if his neck were too weak to support it. He looked at him then, silver eyes meeting green ones.

"Are you? Qu-Gay, I mean?" Harry asked.

Draco lifted his head and gave him a confused expression. "I . . . I think so."

"Either you are, or you aren't. I thought you were seeing Pansy Parkinson."

"And I thought you were dating Cho Chang," the Slytherin said.

"Point well taken," said Harry. "The question is, do you feel for Pansy or not?"

"Oh, I've felt a lot. But, emotionally, no," said Draco daring Harry to ask the question that he knew he wanted to ask.

Harry complied with the dare. "So, you've slept with her?"

"Yes. With her and most of the other seventh year girls and a few of the sixth," Draco admitted. There was no arrogance in his tone, however.

"So, you're straight," said Harry logically, although it hurt him to do so.

Draco gave a sarcastic laugh at this. "Sleeping with them doesn't make me straight, Potter."

Harry gave him a strange expression. "Okay, now I'm confused. You're going to have to explain what you mean."

Malfoy shot him a condescending look. "I slept with them, yes, but it's who I was thinking about when I did it-"

"Who?"

"Boris Becker," Draco admitted.

Harry laughed. "The tennis player?" he asked and laughed again.

"My mother took me to a couple of the Wimbledon matches two summers ago."

Harry pictured the man Draco was referring to. "I'll have to warn Ron, Malfoy. I didn't know you had a thing for red-heads," he joked. Draco looked at Harry's jovial expression and since laughter was contagious, he laughed along with him.

When their laughter subsided, Draco turned to the raven-haired boy next to him. "Potter, I've been an arse. I'll admit to it. When you kissed me that night I was scared. Terrified, actually. I wasn't ready to admit all of that to myself."

"And now?"

"I guess it's too late to deny it now, isn't it?" Draco asked and licked his lower lip, tasting Harry there.

"So, what do we do now?" asked Harry, his heart skipping a beat when Draco licked his lips again.

Draco scooted over until his shoulder was touching Harry's. "I could kiss you again," he offered.

Harry laughed. "But, I'm not Boris Becker."

"You talk too much, Potter. Has anyone ever told you that?" Draco said and grabbed Harry by the back of the head, pulling his lips to his. This kiss was gentle and tentative. Harry brushed his fingertips through silver hair, marveling at its softness and texture. He deepened the kiss, silently pleading for more. When Draco pulled away, it was to kiss Harry gently on his forehead. "Wow, Potter, you're pretty good at this whole kissing thing. Do you know that?"

Harry smiled, wondering if Malfoy knew how sexy he was with bruised lips and ruffled hair. "You're not too bad yourself, Malfoy," he said.

Draco pulled himself to his feet and rested his palm against the wall for leverage. It was quite evident his knees were rather weak. He bent down, offering Harry his hand. Harry took it and Draco pulled him up to a standing position."

"I guess we should go to bed," said Harry, not sure what else to say. Draco's eyebrows almost hit the top of his skull. "That's not what I meant," said Harry reddening instantly.

Draco smiled. "You're kinda cute when you're embarrassed, Potter," he said and ruffled Harry's hair. "But, you're right." He looked out the window where the sun was starting to paint the sky in pinks. "Hey, it's morning," he said, surprised by how quickly the time had passed. "We better get to bed and try to get some sleep before everyone leaves tomorrow."

The boys left the room and were about to part ways when Harry asked, "So, what was that fight all about, Malfoy?"

Draco turned to him, meeting his eyes and said simply, "I was jealous." He then turned and walked in the opposite direction from Harry to the dungeon where the Slytherin dorms were.