But I Need Your Touch Just Too Damn Much

But I Need Your Touch Just Too Damn Much

III: The Tragedy Of Chinese Food

"Rather," Harry continued with his story," I did not get the chance to have lots of kinky sex - as someone in this class suggested." And he looked at Jessica, who turned bright red at the spot.

"What happened, then?" was the only sentence lingering between Harry and his students.

Harry sighed. Although he appreciated the support and interest his students were taking in his former love life, he hated himself for feeling the pain all over again. Damn Draco. He was never going to forgive him - he never should have trusted a Slytherin.

"Well." Harry sat down on the edge of his table. "I did go back, you know, even though I was such a wuss. I went to Draco, to allegedly borrow that movie. As if that movie mattered, at all. It didn't, of course. Draco mattered."

* * *

Harry sneaked through the dark corridors leading to the Slytherin common room. 'I must be crazy, paying a visit to the most loathsome - he thought of Snape - one of the most loathsome people at Hogwarts.' But he knew what Draco had done. He had put the idea of him, Harry falling in love with him inside his head. Precisely because of the high unlikelihood of this, he couldn't stop thinking about it. He had never even guessed that a thought like this would ever enter his mind. He tormented himself all day - wondering.

Soon enough he had realised that Draco was in fact, without a doubt, obsessively gorgeous. It had never bothered him - or crossed his mind, because Draco was an enemy - a pure platonic enemy. But he was turned inside out. He had to know, just to stop wondering.

He knocked on the stone wall that was the entrance to the Slytherin common room.

"Who's there?" drawled a familiar voice.

"You know it's bloody me," Harry hissed.

"Oh, yes, Harry," the voice retorted, as if he just remembered.

The door opened and right in front of him stood Draco, staring, with an unknown grin on his face.

"Why did you do that? You knew I was coming," Harry said angrily, his heart still pounding in his chest.

"Ah, you mean that lovely message from your owl?"

Harry nodded.

"I guess it just slipped my mind." Draco smiled secretly and lead Harry into his room.

"What was it again you wanted?" Draco inquired as he closed the door behind them.

Harry blushed. Why did Draco have to make him say all these things that he was so ashamed to admit. He just answered his own question.

"Draco, I just want that movie back - my movie," he corrected himself.

"Why yours? I bought it, in case you forgot."

"You just grabbed it from me when I was vulnerable!" Harry said angrily.

"Vulnerable? You were just too scared to admit it to your friends. Admit this-" And Draco dangled the small box with the two kissing men in front of Harry.

"No I was not!" Harry screamed and threw Draco to the floor and jerked the movie his hand.

"So that's all you want?" Draco asked as he looked up at Harry who sat across his legs. Harry shivered from feeling Draco's body so close. He hated it.

"Yes! That's all!" Harry's face was suddenly very close to Draco's.

"Isn't there," Draco spoke slowly, almost purring," anything else, you'd want?" Harry could feel Draco's warm breath against his cheek. So close.

"I hate you!" Harry said, with a raised voice, "Why do you do this to me? Making me believe I like you, making be think I could even love you - hell, just suggesting that we, you and me, could hypothetically engage in ... physical ... activities." Harry had strained his thoughts to voice the last words formally.

Draco was already smirking like his old self. "Why, did that bother you?"

"No it didn't bother me, until you started bothering me with it!"

"Isn't this just grande? You, Prince of Gryffindor, and me, Slytherin Prince. It is perfectly logical to think about - us. We are each other's counterparts."

Harry couldn't help murmuring: "Opposites attract."

Draco's hands were grabbing Harry by his shoulders and he pulled him down, to the floor. Harry was now almost completely on top of Draco.

"Why?" was al Harry could say.

"The best things don't need reasoning," Draco answered. Before he knew it, Harry had pressed a hungry kiss on Draco's lips - forgetting all about wondering and hating Draco.

* * *

"You kissed! You kissed!" Rose screamed.

"Yes, we did."

"And by the sound of things, that really was a mutual thing," Renay added.

"Yes, Draco was right about that counterpart-thing. It's like yin and yang. You were made for each other," Rose said dreamily.

"But - then, what happened? Why isn't he here, loving you?" Jessica asked confused.

"Ah, well, that's even more a longer story than this one. And it's nearly eight." Harry looked at his watch.

"Eight o'clock! Draco's waiting!" yelled Jessica," you must go!"

Harry shook his head. "No, you don't know what he did. If you knew, you wouldn't say this."

"Maybe we don't know your complete history together, but something we do know is that look in his eyes. We saw it. He loves you, professor," Renay said.

Harry growled. He didn't want to go. He really didn't. But in the back of his mind, he knew he'd even hate himself more if he didn't go. All the questions he had. All the pain he wanted to cause to Draco - all the pain he himself had felt.

"Okay. I'll go," Harry muttered and packed up his bag.

The classroom roared with enthusiastic screams. Harry on the other hand, wasn't so happy about it.

*

"Harry! I'm so glad you came!" Draco almost jumped out of his seat to embrace Harry. But Harry pushed Draco's arms away.

"Don't touch me. I'm here to talk, nothing else."

"Ow." Draco looked obviously disappointed. "Well, sit down, have something to drink and we'll order in a minute."

Harry hated how Draco has chosen one of his favourite restaurants for this encounter. He always loved Chinese food and now he was here, so much against his will. But he knew he didn't just go here because of his class. He also needed to know, why Draco had done it. Why he had made him so miserable that he had wanted to end his life.

"So, how are you?" Draco asked with a caring voice. His hand crept towards Harry's, softly stroking him with his lean fingers. Harry pulled his hand from Draco's grasp.

"Oh, I'm fine," Harry said with sarcasm and boredom.

"I know - I know, it's a stupid question," Draco corrected himself.

"Yes, it damn well is. You know how you hurt me and here you are, all of a sudden, asking me how I am! Well, I am not fine, I am not happy and I am not over you!"

"That's why I'm here! To make things right again!"

"To make things - right? Don't you realise there is a limit to the amount of wrongdoing someone can do and make right again? You've passed your limit long time ago, Draco!"

"I know." Draco looked at the table, filled with shame. "I should have been there more. I shouldn't have let you all alone. It wasn't just the thrill of having you, you know. I did really care."

Harry huffed. "Yeah, sure, you really showed how much you cared. When you weren't there on our anniversary, when you weren't there on Valentine's day, when you weren't there when I played Quidditch."

Draco opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.

"You didn't even bother to show up at my birthday." Harry rubbed away his beginning tears - of anger or pain. "Just admit it, you just wanted to have me. Be Harry Potter's boyfriend. But you just had to have it all, didn't you? Gryffindor and Slytherin."

Draco sputtered. He jumped from his seat. "No! It wasn't like that!"

Harry was filled with bitter irony. "How was it then?" and he folded his arms, ready for a stupid explanation. He couldn't talk his way out of this, "Why did you have to have Severus?"

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Next up: yes, Draco, why?

Review: why, do you reckon? And what happened?