Time to Kill

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Time To Kill

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The next morning, Draco woke up to a prod in his side. He grumbled, flipped over, and fell back asleep.

Something prodded him again...and again...and again. "Come on, Draco, time to get up!"

"Mmm..." Draco groaned. "Five more minutes, mum."

"First of all, I'm not your mum," the voice said crossly. "And second of all, what do you mean 'five more minutes'? You know, if you were in the army, they wouldn't let you sleep an extra five minutes!"

"But I'm not in the army," Draco grumbled into his pillow. "Come on, Harry, just five minutes?"

Harry sighed. "Fine. I'll be nice. Five minutes. If you're not up, I'll start electrocuting you with a toaster in the bathtub."

Draco rolled over and looked at him. "A what?"

Harry rolled his eyes. "Five minutes."

Draco yawned lazily. "Why don't we just skip out on classes today?"

Harry raised an eyebrow. "We?"

"Well, yeah. I mean, who's going to notice you're gone? We could just...you know...hang out here."

Harry smiled. "Sure, why not?"

Draco smiled back and admired his boyfriend. He was adorable this morning. His hair was even untidier than usual, his eyes were sparkling, and...wait...

"Harry!" Draco exclaimed. "You're visible!"

Harry rolled his eyes. "Duh. I haven't taken the potion again yet."

"Is that going to happen every morning?"

"No. I'm supposed to take it before I go to bed, but I didn't feel like it last night. I was too tired."

Draco rolled his eyes. "You're an odd one, Potter."

"Yes, I know. But I'm your odd one!" He lay down on the bed and snuggled up to Draco. "So, what were you planning on doing while we play hooky?"

Draco wrapped his arms around Harry. "Well, I don't know about you, but I'm perfectly content to lie here for a while."

"Mmm...that could get boring, though."

"Boring? With me around? I've never been so insulted!" He considered Harry's statement for a while. "Well...I suppose if you get bored, then maybe I'll just have to shag you!" Harry sat up and looked at him incredulously. Draco rolled his eyes. "Honestly, Harry, I was joking!"

"Sure you were," Harry said, rolling his eyes.

"You know, that attitude isn't enticing me to get out of bed at all," Draco said, snuggling deeper into the covers.

"Oh, come on, Draco!" Harry whined. "It's been more than five minutes, and I want some breakfast!"

Draco snorted. "Well then, call a house elf to bring you some!" Honestly, Potter could be a bit thick at times.

"Now, when I said 'I want some breakfast', I was implying that 'I want to go down to breakfast so I can talk to my friends! Well...the ones that know I'm alive, anyway."

"Why, Harry, I'm hurt!" Draco said sadly. "Aren't I one of your friends?"

Harry shrugged. "I dunno."

"What do you mean you 'dunno'?

Harry shrugged again. "I just...don't know. I've never really thought about it." He leaned back against the bed's headboard. "I guess you're my friend. I mean, we're dating, so I suppose you have to be my friend."

Draco stared at him. He had to be Harry's friend, just because they were dating? Nothing like a nice insult to make you feel all warm and snuggly inside! "That's great, Potter," he said bitterly, tossing off the covers (gracefully, of course) and stomping (still gracefully) into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.

"Draco! What did I do?" Harry asked from the other side of the door.

"If you don't know, Potter, then I'm not going to waste my breath explaining it."

"Oh come on, Drake, come out!"

"I told you not to call me Drake."

"Draco, whatever I did, I'm sorry! Please forgive me!"

Ugh. Potter. So annoying. So thick. And yet...so lovable. "I'll think about it, Potter. You may go now."

"What? Go?"

"Yes, Potter. Go. Go on down to breakfast and talk to your beloved Weasley and Granger. I need to take a shower."

"I need to take one, too!" Harry whined.

"Take one in your own dorm."

"Wouldn't that look odd, though? I mean, someone could walk in, and there'd either be no one or Harry Potter in the shower. Strange, no?"

"You mean to say that you and Dumbledore didn't work that out? Oh, I think I shall die from the shock that Harry Potter and Albus Dumbledore overlooked something like this!" There was silence from the other side of the door. "Still there, Harry?"

"Yeah, I'm here. Dumbledore and I didn't overlook it. We just..." Harry grunted. "Nevermind."

"No, go on. I'm curious," Draco said mischievously. "What did you two decide?"

"I was just supposed...to sneak in the shower with another boy from my dorm."

Draco snickered at the thought of Harry and Longbottom in the shower together. Then the full horror of the image hit him, and he winced, banging his head on the wall. "Oh, bad thought! Bad image! Oh, my mind, my heart, my SOUL! They're damaged!"

"Oh, please," Harry snorted. "You have no soul."

Draco immediately ceased his ranting to glare at the door. "I do so have a soul, Potter! Who are you to tell me I don't?"

"I'm sorry, Draco!" Harry said quickly. "I was just joking!"

"Yeah, yeah, sure," Draco grumbled, opening the door. "You have twenty minutes to take a shower."

Harry suddenly crushed his lips against Draco's. "Thanks, Drake," he said, bounding through the door and slamming it behind him.

Draco sighed. Maybe he could get used to being called Drake. It was sort of cute when Harry called him that. Sort of like a pet name.

Oh, I did not just think it's cute when Harry calls me pet names! I did not! I despise pet names!

Harry popped his head out the door. "You don't think I could borrow some clothes, do you?" he asked, flashing a huge pair of puppy-dog eyes at Draco.

Draco rolled his eyes at his boyfriend. "Fine. But if you're just trying to fulfill your secret fantasy of becoming a Slytherin, you're out of luck. I'm not letting you use my robes. Or my scarf, for that matter."

"As if I wanted to be a Slytherin."

"You know you want to," Draco smirked, handing Harry a pair of slacks and a shirt.

Harry rolled his eyes and took the clothes. "Thanks, love," he said, planting a kiss on Draco's forehead. He smiled and closed the door.

Draco stared at the door for a second, contemplating the usage of the word 'love' in Harry's last statement. Could he have meant love as a term of endearment? Or was he just using it because he was one of those Brits who used it every other word? It was hard to tell with Harry.

He shook his head and laughed. He was being ridiculous. He walked over to his wardrobe and grabbed some clothes, waiting for Harry to finish his shower.

Finally, Draco heard the water turn off, and he walked over to the door.

Harry popped out of the bathroom wearing Draco's clothes and still drying his hair. He looked rather delectable. "All yours, Drake."

Somewhere in Draco's mind, it registered that Harry was really saying that the shower was all his. But, being a hormonal teenager, that wasn't the way Draco took it to mean.

If Harry had looked adorable earlier that morning, it was nothing compared to how he looked now. His hair was sopping wet, and his face was glistening brightly. Draco found that he couldn't tear his eyes away from the gorgeous boy.

"Um...Draco? Are you ok? You're looking at me oddly," Harry said worriedly, backing away a few steps.

In a trance, Draco slowly walked toward Harry, trapping him in a corner of the room. He had no idea what on earth he was planning on doing to the boy, but he couldn't help himself. Harry was irresistible. His eyes followed a stray drop of moisture dripping down Harry's neck, leaving its trail of water in a zigzag pattern behind it. Slowly, unconsciously, he opened his mouth and pressed his tongue against the soft flesh of Harry's throat, licking up the path of the water. He continued the path until he reached Harry's ear, softly nibbling on the sensitive skin.

Harry let out a low moan as Draco bit particularly hard on his earlobe. "Draco, maybe...maybe we'd better not do this," Harry whispered, panting slightly.

"Mmm...why?"

"Because...mmm...don't you think we should go...slower? We've only been together...two days?"

"Three, if you count today," Draco corrected him.

"It's still a little bit too soon...though...don't you think?"

To be perfectly honest, Draco didn't think so. All he wanted at the moment was to run his lips over Harry's skin, to keep that delicious taste in his mouth. He wanted to make Harry moan, and gasp, and scream his name.

But... If Harry didn't want to, then he wouldn't force him.

He stepped back reluctantly. "Ok, Harry."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Oh, don't be all depressed about it! If you promise you won't take it any farther, I'll let you keep doing it."

Draco smirked. "Oh, you're just saying that because you absolutely love it."

Harry sighed dramatically. "Maybe you're right. The world must be ending!" he said jokingly.

It was Draco's turn to roll his eyes. "Well, if you're going to insult me, then I'll just stop, and you can go on down to your precious breakfast!"

"But you know I'd rather stay up here with my precious Slytherin!" Harry said innocently.

Draco raised an eyebrow. "Suck-up."

"Prat," Harry retorted playfully.

"Poof."

"Teacher's Pet."

"Scarface."

"Daddy's boy."

"Woah! Hey now!" Draco protested. "That's hitting a little below the belt, don't you think?"

Harry put on a look of deep concentration. "Hmm...let me think... What's the word I'm searching for? No? Yeah, 'no' pretty much sums it up."

"Well then, you clearly know nothing about me, Potter."

"Oh, boy," Harry groaned. "I made you mad again, didn't I?"

Draco nodded, eyes narrowed. "You seem to be very good at that today."

Harry groaned again. "I'm sorry!" He wrapped Draco in a bone-crushing bear hug. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" He started rocking him back and forth. "How can I ever make it up to you?"

"S-stop trying to break me in half?" Draco managed to gasp.

"Ok, that works for me!" Harry said happily, releasing his boyfriend.

Draco massaged his abused neck grumpily. "Honestly, Potter, killing me isn't going to make me any happier with you!"

Harry suddenly pressed his lips against Draco's with crushing force. After a few moments, he pulled back and leaned their foreheads together, just as Draco had done that night by the lake. "I would never try to hurt you, Draco. Never."

Draco rolled his eyes. "I know, Harry. Honestly, I was joking!"

"I know. But still, I wanted you to know that." He kissed him again, softer this time.

Draco grinned a little. "Really, Potter, you sound as though you've been assigned to kill me!"

Harry laughed. "No, that would be your task."

Draco groaned. "Don't remind me. I swear, Harry, the Dark Lord's going to find out about this!"

"He won't if you don't tell him!"

"But that's just the problem, isn't it? He's got powerful methods of persuasion, Harry. Plus, he can do that...Occlumency thing, or whatever it's called that he's always bragging about. How am I possibly supposed to keep this a secret?"

Harry thought for a second. Finally, he answered, "Talk to Snape."

"And how, pray tell, will talking to Snape help me?"

"Well...I can't exactly tell you. But if you explain it to him, he has a way to help you."

"Fine. Be all mystical and mysterious."

"What? I'm not supposed to tell you!"

"Sure you're not," Draco said teasingly.

"Draco, really, I'm just trying to help you without getting yelled at by Snape."

Draco sighed. "Alright. I'll talk to him later. But for now..." He looked Harry up and down slyly. "I'm going to go take my shower, and then we're going down to the lake. Drink your potion, handsome."

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