We All Burn Sometimes

Chapter 2: Encounter

Harry hurried to the dungeons. Drat! Now Snape would surely deduct more points from him today. Why, of all subjects, did he forget to bring his Potions book this morning? Now he had to retrieve it from the Gryffindor tower which was why he was running late for Potions.

In his hurry, he didn´t see the person running from the opposite direction soon enough to avoid a collision. The last this Harry saw was a blur of black before he was swept in a tangle of arms and legs on the floor.

"Oomph!" he heard the muffle from the unfortunate person as they fell.

Harry lay on the floor for a few seconds, stunned. His face was cushioned on something soft. He caught a slight scent of spice. He felt his right knee ache slightly. Oh no! He can´t get an injury now... he had a game this weekend against Hufflepuff...

"Get your fucking leg out of my crotch, Potter."

Uh-oh. This was getting to be much worse.

Harry raised his head and met the mocking silver-blue eyes of Draco Malfoy.

"Look, Potter, I know you have the hots for me but please restrain your fantasies to your imagination and refrain from feeling me up because I believe that we are late for class."

Harry shot up from the floor, shoving Draco away from him. "Yech! You are disgusting, Malfoy." His skin prickled with what he interpreted as disgust from the encounter.

"Hah! You´re probably all excited, you freaking´ fag."

Harry´s blood rose to his head and he grabbed the front of Malfoy´s robes. "I´m not a fag!" he screamed in the blonde´s face.

Draco was spared from answering (or punching) Harry back for at that moment, the classroom door opened to reveal a glowering, black-cloaked Professor Snape.

"Get in. You have disturbed the class enough with your noise."

Silently, the two boys sprang away from each other and took their seats inside the room. Snape followed them.

"Twenty points from Gryffindor for the disturbance, Potter."

Harry swallowed his resentment as Snape continued the lesson without taking any points from Slytherin. From the opposite side of the room, Malfoy shot him a gloating look of triumph.

I´ll get you soon, Malfoy. He vowed.

***

Draco smoothed his hair, mentally cursing Potter for messing up his hairdo. He would have to fix it up again later. He couldn´t possibly flirt with Ravenclaw girls looking like a mop. He snuck a look at Potter. The boy´s hair was a disgrace. He felt like wielding a huge hedge clipper to his hair. Granted, he had heard Pansy and some other girls call Potter´s hair sexy but Draco would rather die than be caught wearing that rat´s nest.

The memory of Potter sprawled on top of him, their legs intertwined, brought a flush to Draco´s face. That just proves just how much I hate him. He told himself silently. I´ll get you someday, Potter. He vowed.

***

Draco felt his eyes glaze over. He kept his smile on his face as he listened to Mandy Brocklehurst tell him how Witches´ Vogue offered her their December cover and the winter collection spread. The girl was definitely gorgeous, with all that leg and long blonde hair. She was also very popular and, as a Ravenclaw, quite brainy. Unfortunately, the girl must have left all her common sense in the classrooms as all they´ve talked about for the last fifteen minutes was modeling, Mandy, modeling, clothes, the merits of dragon hide boots in winter, Mandy, and modeling. Draco tried to steer the conversation to more common ground, thinking that the girls´ superlative looks must surely be reason enough to give her a second chance. But Mandy wasn´t interested in quidditch and declared all jocks as boring. That did it for Draco Malfoy, the ultra-popular Slytherin seeker, and he politely backed out from the faltering dialogue.

Pity. He watched the girl bound off towards her friends, blond hair bouncing on her back and shapely legs showing under the robe as she walked. He mentally added Mandy to the list of girls to shag in the near future but eliminated her from his prospective girlfriend options. That particular list was getting shorter and shorter.

But... the day was young. He would find her. He skimmed his eyes over the Ravenclaw girls at study hall. Instantly, Lisa Turpin caught his eye. She was a brunette, very attractive, and looked more sensible than her supermodel housemate. He knew for a fact that her family was moneyed, and pure-blood wizards and witches to boot. At present, the girl was sitting alone, reading a book. She didn´t look like a nerd, either, in spite of the volume´s thickness. As Draco walked closer, he was able to read the title: Sexual Magic for the Imaginative. Hmmm... promising. Definitely promising. This day might get better yet.

Chapter 3: Forbidden

Draco Malfoy stumbled into the Slytherin dorms at six o´clock am the next day. He could feel his joints creaking and his muscles tiredly straining to move. In the process, he tripped all over some books and shoes {"Goyle, you pig!"} and created a slight din. Man, was he pooped! Exhausted, he flung his tortured body unto his bed, hoping that he didn´t wake his roommates with his rather ungraceful entrance.

"Where have you been, Drac?" Blaise Zabini´s voice floated over. Oops... so much for trying to sneak in.

"Sorry, I woke you up." Draco turned towards his friend. The other boy was fully awake on his own bed, observing Draco´s disheveled appearance with some amusement.

"Yeah, where´ve you been? C´mon, spill!" Gregory Goyle demanded from his bed. From the other side of the room, a smiling Vincent Crabbe nodded in agreement.

Draco groaned. It would seem like he won´t be able to keep last night´s escapade a secret. His roommates would never let him go until he tells them every single detail.

"From Ravenclaw, with Lisa Turpin. That Head Girl has her own room. And-" He could see the other guys lean forward in anticipation. Those lechers.

"Yes...continue..."

"Weeeell, I thought I might want to get to know her better. You know, see if she has a wild side. And, boy, does she have one!" Draco sighed and grinned at the ceiling as the three boys whistled {"How´d she keep that a secret??"}. "But, amazing as it was, I´m afraid I´d have to pass the next opportunity. I don´t think I can survive another night with that wildcat."

"What? You´re passing up a great lay! Drac, imagine, if you have Turpin, every night will be heaven. Why decline?" Blaise´s eyes were wide as saucers, no doubt visualizing the head girl´s remarkable physique in several very compromising positions.

"Hah! Sure, it was great. But a guy can only get so much of leather, bondage, and whips before collapsing. I´ve never been so bushed in my whole life. The girl was so insatiable, I wouldn´t believe it myself had I not been there."

"Wow..." Vincent´s breathed with awe. "Never knew strait-laced Turpin had it in her."

"Yeah, the quiet ones are always the wildest." Draco turned over, fully clothed, and closed his eyes. "Don´t wake me up. I´ll try to get some shut-eye before class."

A few seconds of silence...

"Umm, Draco..." Blaise´s voice was deceptively innocent. "Where did you say Lisa Turpin´s hangout was?"

***

As he walked on his way to Care of Magical Creatures with his roommates, Draco found himself unable to join their cheery conversation. He felt discouraged. No one... absolutely no girl in Hogwarts was qualified to seriously date him. He couldn´t very well lower his standards. He shuddered at the thought. Hmmm.. as much as he hated the idea, it looks like he really has to consider Gryffindor. As they neared the vicinity of the grounds near Hagrid´s hut, he could see those goody-goodies milling around. The prospect of finding someone in that priggish house was nil but he would rather examine them than resort to screening Hufflepuff. Girls from that house were good enough for a very quick fling but Draco found them too meek to spend more than an hour of his time with.

He let his eyes travel over the girls. Parvati Patil´s certainly very beautiful. But she´s currently dating Seamus Finnegan, and was reportedly very much in love with the Irish boy. Draco had no idea what she saw in that gawky pole but girls were weird that way. In fact, they were locked together at the moment staring at each other with goo-goo eyes. Eeech! Too sentimental anyway. No loss. He shifted left. Lavender Brown. Long brown hair. Blue eyes. Great skin. Not a bad brain either. Not bad. Not bad at all. He started to move towards her when he got assaulted with a high-pitched laugh, followed by ear-shattering chatter. He hastily shrank back to the Slytherin crowd. He forgot about her Kewpie doll voice. His shoulders drooped even lower. Now, the only one left was--Hermione Granger. As much as he hated the Mudblood, he had to admit that the ugly duckling certainly turned into a swan. The girl was smart, no question about that! Unfortunately, Draco sniffed, he never associated with Muggle-borns. Even if she was pureblood, the two of them had zero chemistry and absolutely nothing in common. Nope, Granger was not an option.

Draco was ready to abandon his cause for naught when Harry Potter swept into his line of vision. Before his blood could boil with the expected animosity, he met the boy´s startling green eyes and felt a shock of electricity move down his spine. As he stared at the Golden Boy, he swore he saw a shocked expression on Potter´s face. Not the usual hatred, just surprise. Within that frozen second, Draco noticed the translucent slightly flushed skin, the innocently wide green eyes, and the softly appealing mouth shaped in a small o. The next instant, Harry turned his back to him. Draco shook his head, a little dazed. Did he just imagine that? Could be. Or maybe that prat just tried to put a curse on him. Yeah, that´s it. For a moment there, he actually thought Potter was pretty. God forbid! He snorted with disgust and turned his attention to the lesson. Anything except Potter. But, as Draco Malfoy faced Hagrid, he missed the troubled look a certain green-eyed boy gave him.

***

"Hey, Harry, you okay?" Ron elbowed his best friend.

"Yes, of course. Why´d you ask?" Harry turned to his friend.

"You just seem a little quiet." Ron closed his transfiguration book, ignoring Hermione´s disapproving eye. As Harry watched, Ron´s eyes took a rather excited look. He couldn´t help but comment.

"And you, my friend, are far too excited over something. Aren´t you going to tell us why?" Harry smiled knowingly as Ron blushed a beet red and tried to stammer an excuse. To his relief (and Harry´s disappointment), Hermione cut in.

"Look, we can talk later. For now, I insist that you two study Transfiguration. The test is on Monday and we still have to attend Percy´s wedding tomorrow so that gives us less time to study over the weekend." As Harry and Ron gave her baleful looks, she shooed them to their books. "Go on. No distractions this time."

Obediently, the two boys turned to their books. But Harry wasn´t paying attention to Transfiguration. Oh no! He was thinking of a certain blonde Slytherin who he swore was looking at him earlier with an expression akin to lust. Too bowled over to react with the usual insulting look, Harry had merely stared. He thought Malfoy would jump him at that moment. As he thought about it, Harry felt a disturbing reaction below his belly. No! Stop it, Harry! It was probably just his imagination. Harry forced himself to pay attention to what he was reading, trying to ignore the pleasant sensation produced by the thought of Draco Malfoy jumping him.

***

"Congratulations!" Harry, Ron, and Hermione called out happily to Percy and Oliver, who left the reception in an elaborate carriage, with a few old boots that stomped of their own accord, creating a cacophony of sounds that ranged from bird calls to whistles to bomb explosions, attached at the back--courtesy of the Weasley twins. The newlyweds waved at the small crowd that consisted of family and friends until they were out of sight.

Hermione sighed dreamily, clutching her hands to her chest. Harry had to agree with her. The lovebirds certainly looked very happy together. Percy´s eyes were shining in a way Harry had never seen before. And the normally reticent Oliver rarely ever took his eyes off his husband, even stammering enchantingly often--so entranced was he by the delicate Percy.

As the group disbanded, preparing to depart, Harry couldn´t help but feel a touch of envy. Percy and Oliver were so lucky to find someone they could love. He--Harry--had reached the age of sixteen without even having a girlfriend. Or a boyfriend, for that matter. For a while, he thought he liked Cho. But after Cedric´s death, his crush for her died like a deflating balloon. He could not even look at her straight, much less date her. There was no one after that. He never even thought about it until today. He looked at his friends, both single, as far as he knew. Hermione seemed happy enough. And Ron certainly wasn´t complaining, or trying to date anybody. In fact, they didn´t even talk about wanting boyfriends or girlfriends. Oh, Harry, you´re just being maudlin. He scolded himself. The wedding certainly put him in a strange mood. He hoped it would go away when he got back to Hogwarts.

As the three walked to the Gryffindor tower, gushing over the events of the wedding, Harry suddenly noticed that he was no longer holding the glittery ball containing Percy and Oliver´s miniatures--their wedding souvenir. It was so lovely that Harry really wanted to keep it. He must have dropped it somewhere in Hogwarts. He distinctly remembered seeing it in his hands while they were already in the castle.

"Hold it, guys! I think I lost something." As he started to leave, he turned to the other two. "Just go on. I´ll follow you as soon as I find it."

He ran down the corridor as Hermione and Ron continued in the opposite direction, with Ron recounting the story of how Oliver and Percy started dating.

Harry hurried through the dim corridors. It was night already. He hoped he´d be able to find the glitter ball, each guest just received one. As he retraced his steps, he noticed something shimmering in a particularly dark corner, beside a dark oak door. He looked closer, and sure enough, it was the ball.

"There you are." Harry bent on his knees and retrieved the object. He rose, clutching the ball, and looked ahead--straight into the silver-blue eyes of Draco Malfoy.

"What are you doing so close to the Slytherin Dungeons, Potter?" Draco raised a pale eyebrow. "Looking for me?"

Harry felt his throat constrict. For some reason, there seemed to be much less air in the hall. Draco must be standing too close. But he would rather suffocate than give the Slytherin the satisfaction of seeing him backing down.

"Hah! You wish, you bloody git." Harry bent closer, until he was nose to nose with Malfoy, green eyes flashing dangerously.

Just as suddenly, he saw the blonde´s eyes lose their look of annoyance and saw it replaced by something like--wonder? Back away! Harry´s mind screamed. But for some inexplicable reason, he was frozen on the spot. He couldn´t leave even if he wanted to.

His body moved of its own accord and leaned even closer to Draco, feeling and seeking the warmth of the handsome Slytherin. And Draco, far from shrinking away, started to move even closer to Harry. The blonde, looking dazed now, raised his hand to touch the back of Harry´s neck, warming the cool skin. Harry shivered at the touch as he felt the warmth of Draco´s fingers travel all over his body. Pleasant. Very pleasant.

"You´ll be the death of me, Potter." Draco whispered before he claimed the luscious cherry lips into a kiss.

Harry felt his body grow hot. He was suddenly wearing too many clothes. Draco, on his part, felt the same burning sensation. He had the sudden urge to rip Potter´s clothes off and fuck him senseless. Their hands groping each other eagerly, almost painfully, the two boys reached to open the oak door--Harry´s robe already half removed--and found it open to an empty classroom. They both stumbled inside, not taking their hands, and lips, off each other.

There were no words, only moans, and sighs of pleasure as the two enemies hungrily devoured each other: tasting, licking, and biting every part. They felt no timidity as they both gave in to long-repressed desires, their touches bruising, even wounding as each delved into the other. Harry yelped with ecstasy as Draco claimed him once...twice... The sensation was incomparable. He never knew he was capable of such passion. Much less the frosty Slytherin. With shameless abandon, Harry Potter submitted himself to be fucked into oblivion by Draco Malfoy.

After a while, the two lay side by side on top of their robes, gasping for breath. In spite of the slightly chilly air, they were both damp with sweat, limbs intertwined. Harry felt his heart rate slow down as his body adjusted to the calm. He could feel the bruises starting to form, and the scratches growing to large red welts--courtesy of Draco´s nails and teeth. No doubt the Slytherin looked the same. Harry was no shrinking violet when it came to sex, he gave as much as he took. They must be a sight to behold. Man, the whole thing was bloody amazing!

Draco let themselves rest for a few minutes before getting up. He reached for the brunette, hauling him up, too. He started dressing hurriedly.

"You better fix yourself up. It´s nearly time for dinner." He snapped.

Harry flashed him an irritated look. "I know, Malfoy. No need to remind me."

Fully dressed, the two young wizards surveyed each other with distaste, their old animosity back in full force.

"Don´t assume we´ll be friends, Potter."

"The thought never crossed my mind, Malfoy. You still make me sick."

"Likewise."

Harry, turned to the door, preparing to leave, when he felt Draco´s body move closer behind him. A pale arm snaked across his waist, holding him to the spot. He felt Draco´s breath tickle his neck.

"Same time tomorrow, Potter." Harry felt Draco shove a ball in his hands. The wedding souvenir. Without warning, a hot wet tongue licked his neck.

Without another word, Draco Malfoy left.