Draco Finds Jesus

Chapter 4: Gratuitous Slash

Harry was nervous. Well, who wouldn't be? He was about to try and seduce his worst enemy.

He'd gone to the Quidditch pitch early, on Seamus' grinning recommendation, so Draco could 'see him in action' before they 'talked.' How Seamus had managed to get the inverted commas in so effectively, Harry did not know. Seamus had also lent him a book, 'Chris Warner's Bad Puns and Innuendoes.' Having flicked past chapters on 'Harold Pinter' and 'At the Christmas dinner table,' Harry had read the 'Quidditch' chapter, unsure whether to laugh or groan. Still, he had memorised some of it, just in case. On a less gratuitous note, Hermione had spent much of the evening informing Harry about biblical evidence regarding the 'Is homosexuality okay with God?' issue. His head spinning with bad puns, the Smiting of Sodom and Gomorrah, and half a dozen alternative interpretations of St. Paul, Harry was relieved to focus his concentration on flying. Which was quite a good job, since if he had had to fly with the intent of impressing Malfoy, he probably would have been sick - not particularly endearing.

As it was, when Malfoy came#, Harry was putting on a splendid performance#. Malfoy could not help but envy Harry's grace in the air, and of course, admire his pert behind. Draco, with foresight, had brought along his broomstick in case the discussion was to take place in the air. Leisurely, and with perfect composure, he mounted his broomstick and flew gently upwards. Off the ground, as he drew closer to Harry, who was engrossed in chasing an imaginary snitch, he did not feel quite so composed, though he preserved an expression of serene contempt on his flawless features. When Harry saw Draco, he started, but gathering together his courage, swooped down towards him smoothly and effortlessly in a perfect arc, finishing just a little too close to Draco for either of their comfort. They stared, hostile, into one another's eyes.

'You want to talk,' Draco said softly, with a hint of menace, 'Let's talk.'

'Oh come on,' purred Harry in what he hoped was a seductive manner. 'A little game first.'

Harry leaned closer to Draco, till he could almost have kissed him and whispered, 'Want a peek at my golden snitch?' ^ Harry whooped inside as Draco almost fell off his broom. Struggling to keep a straight face, Harry re-caught Draco's eye and fumbled inside his robes, whilst Draco stared in disbelief. Harry brought out a golden snitch, held between thumb and forefinger. Just as Draco was about to heave a sigh of relief, Harry raised his right eyebrow, and Draco's breath caught in his throat. Yes! Though Harry exuberantly. I've done his swanky eyebrow trick right back at him! Though Draco's face remained sneering, Harry could see in his eyes Draco was nervous . . . and something else?

Harry had bewitched the snitch to glow in the dark, and here he released it. It sped off, and Harry turned a loop-the-loop before following it, during which time Malfoy had shaken himself, and raced after the snitch, knowing that even with a head start Harry was a better seeker than he. The two became engrossed in their game. Several times Malfoy felt Potter was *allowing* him to almost win, before whizzing down to place them on an equal par again. When Harry eventually caught the snitch, just six inches from Malfoy's knee, # Malfoy could not help ejaculating, # 'You're playing with me Potter. Stop it!'

'Oh I wish,' Harry emphatically replied, giggling maniacally inside. '*How* I wish.'

The surge of adrenaline and testosterone made it even harder# than before for Draco to keep his cool, but he managed admirably. Saying only, between gritted teeth, 'We came here to talk.'

'Did we really? Ah yes. What *is* your vendetta against me Malfoy? Why of all people to choose as your enemy, why me? Why pursue me so single- mindedly?'

'Perfect Potter - why ever not? Quite apart from - shall we say family vendettas? It covers an awful lot, that phrase. We hate the Weasleys just as much, you know, but you in particular have rather more successfully opposed our friends. But, quite apart from such vendettas - you're just so easy to wind up.' He grinned smugly.

'I'm easy all right - but only to some.'

'What are you getting at, Potter?' Draco asked suspiciously.

'I think you spar with me because you fancy the pants off me.'

'In your dreams!'

'In *my* dreams?' Harry moved even closer. 'What about your dreams, Draco?'

This was too much for Draco. He closed his eyes, and inhaled deeply. Merlin! He could smell Harry, so close. However, he said hoarsely, 'God smote the cities of Sodom and Gomorrah for their unnatural passions towards their own sex.' Harry's voice sank to a whisper.

'But that's only the Old Testament, Draco. I know you eat pork - and shellfish, come to that. So you cannot take all of the Old Testament at face value.' Draco's voice whispered back, too low for us to hear. There followed a whispered conversation of protest and reassurance.

'Literal translation is manfucker . . . could mean anything . . . women wearing hats in church . . . second Vatican council . . . blatantly gay popes . . . define perversion . . . natural law . . . bisexual dolphins . . . 'Beloved' disciple . . . '

Eventually, Draco hung his head, his eyes closed, listening to Harry's gentle but forceful whispering. The whispering stopped and they stayed there for a moment, both still hovering on their broomsticks, Harry's breath tickling Draco's ear.

If it had been quick, perhaps Harry would have had an easier time defending it to himself - not realised until it had actually happened, even swept away by the moment etc. But it was not quick, and he was well aware that he was no longer disgusted, but excited by the idea that Draco might find him attractive. Draco raised his head, and his eyes met Harry's. Lust undisguised now, but still with a biting edge of hate, Draco was helpless to resist the pull of gravity between him and Harry. Harry too was powerless. Vaguely wondering what could be read in his own eyes, he moved closer and closer to Draco, closing his eyelids at the last moment before their lips met.

* * * Intermission music * * * (sorry).

Some time later, their lips eventually drew apart, but their foreheads nearly touching. Their faces separated by just an inch, they looked at one another. It was Draco who shuddered and pulled away, turning and flying back to the castle as quickly as possible, without a look back, leaving Harry to wonder at what he had just done.

Both were too engrossed to notice a redheaded figure speed back to the castle on foot . . .