Melt

Melt

- By SuishouTenshi

Slytherins are devious,

Slytherins have charms,

Slyhterins are gracious,

Slytherins like to farm...

I'm not making any sense here, am I? Don't look at me like that. Don't judge me! How dare you judge me! I'm not insane, I tell you, I'm not!!!

Honestly... people these days. Sometimes I just want to shove some purple dragon heart down some bastard's throat, pour a cup of salt water through his nose, and whack him over the head with... what do the muggles call it? Ah, yes, a sledgehammer.

...............

OKAY, THAT'S IT!!! STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT!!!

Look, buddy, it's not my fault that my usually gorgeous hair is sticking up so much that I could easily make a mohawk out of it. It's also not my fault that I've chewed my manicured nails so much that my fingers have been bleeding since Transfiguration. And lastly, it is not - notice the stress on "not" - my fault that Blaise Zabini is lying face down on Demiguise poop.

... Okay, fine, maybe it was me who accidentally threw him over the fence. But honestly, Hagrid's class is boring enough without him having to chase after some beast who felt it would be funny to turn itself invisible in the middle of a demonstration. So now our class is forced to sit out here, on the damp ground, while our brilliant (insert three teaspoons of sarcasm here) professor stomps into the Forbidden Forest in search of an invisible animal.

As if that isn't enough, we're freaking sharing the class with Gryffindors!!! C'mon, say it with me... GRYFFINDORS!!! No, not enough disgust, say it again... GRYFFINDORS!!!

Good, I applaud your performance.

I shouldn't have left the dungeons today. Really shouldn't have...

Look at him, it's disgusting! Give me a bucket, I need to throw up! And yes, you have my permission to dump my vomit over Blaise's head. But really, the nerve of that Potter! It's only been two and half days, two and a half days, and he's already out on the hunt, prowling after some innocent girl. Ugh, simply distasteful.

Oh, poor Lavender Brown! Look at that naive, virginal beauty. See how her pink skirt barely covers her hip, and how her wonderful complexion is accentuated by the use of crimson lipstick and electric blue eye shadow! She's the epitome of innocence! The poor thing doesn't know what's going on in that Potter's head. Oh Merlin! Don't you see how that fiend is smiling at her?! The flirtatious bastard! No way is that touch innocent!

Pull your hand back, Brown, pull it back! Can't you understand that there is only one thing on Potter's mind? The moment your skin touches his, he'll pounce on you. He doesn't just jump; he pounces, like a lion! Trust me on this, I've seen it happen many, many times.

He'd first pin you to some flat surface - preferably a table or a wall - and would start off with some heavy snogging. Nibbling, sucking, swirling... there's nothing he's not good at. He'd remind you that you belonged to him, that every inch of you is his, and there's nothing you can do to push him away, because you know that you want it too, perhaps even more so than he does.

From the lips, he'd move on to the ears. That wonderfully shaped pink tongue would map its way down the side of your cheek, until it lands upon your bare neck. Then he'd bite down on your pulse point like some vampire starving for his mate. You'd moan and arch toward him, as if your body is attracted to his by some invisible force. And that is not so far from the truth.

You would ache for his warmth, because while your neck is throbbing with pleasure, everywhere else is cold. You tell him so, and he'd obey. Calloused fingers would find their way around you, engulfing every part of your skin. Your robes hang on to your body, and he pries them away slowly, tantalizingly. He takes his time, and the need would get so strong that you just want to cry.

He sucks mercilessly at every part of your skin, leaving no area untouched. You somehow end up on the floor (if you weren't already there before) and realize that you're naked but he's still dressed. You voice your protest, because you want to see him so badly, because he's the next best thing compared to ice-cream on a hot summer day.

He complies. The same fingers that ravished you before are now tugging away a golden striped tie. They work gently on transparent buttons, while you lay below him, wondering whether he'll punish you if you impulsively shred his shirt to pieces in your state of urgency.

Finally he is as bare as you are, and you can't help but swoon at the mere sight of his body, no matter how undignified it is for you to swoon. He would look down on you lovingly, and then shifts his weight so his uncovered chest would lie on top of yours, and you realize how well the two of you fit together. He kisses you again, gently this time, and you think you're in heaven.

The floor no longer feels cold after his administrations. You feel so good, and you want to please him as well. So you tell him to get on his back, and you climb downward for your prize.

You'd take him in, ignoring the pain in the back of your throat. You'd feel him shiver below you, and his strong hands clutch your hair like a lifesaver.

He moans and you find satisfaction in knowing how much you can please him. You do everything you can to obtain more cries from him, and each time you draw back, he gives you a whimper as reward.

You'd stop just before he reaches the breaking point, and you'd look him in the eyes and tell him how much you need him inside of you. He'd look at him longingly, and kisses you protectively, as if a mere vocal reply would be enough to break you. And you understand that he cares for you, and thinks that you're delicate and wants to protect you forever and ever.

And you think life can't get any better than this.

He wouldn't prepare you, because you want both the pain and the pleasure of it all. He dips in, and you cry out, mumbling some nonsense about loving him, and he says nothing.

He kisses you below your ear, nibbles your neck, draws back and plunders in again. You see stars before your eyes and you wonder if the pleasure would last forever. You call his name and he responds with another thrust, and you know both of you can't hold it in any longer.

Your eyes moisten and you don't even take time to wonder when was the last time you cried. He whispers in your ear how much he cares for you and you can't respond because the only word that can come out of your mouth is his name.

A moan, a shudder, and a scream later, he collapses on top of you and you feel your limbs sag. You lie in each other's embrace for hours to come, and dreams of nothing but each other's touches and loving whispers.

And you think life is perfect.

Don't touch him, Brown. I give you my words as a Malfoy that Harry Potter is a dangerous element. Don't fall for his smiles, his eyes, or his wonderful body, because you can't have him. You just can't.

You can't.

Blaise finally pulls himself out of the Demiguise poop, and curses incessantly at my face. I repeat, IT WAS NOT MY FAULT... completely.

How could I possibly not push him into excrement when he wouldn't stop drooling over Potter's arse? I just couldn't hold my hands when Blaise licked his lips in appreciation.

Blaise rudely points an index finger at me while Pansy cleans his face with scourgify. Ha, now he has soap bubbles all over. Not a very threatening image, I must say.

"Dammit, Draco! What the hell? I know you don't like Potter, but you didn't have to push me into... that for mentioning him!" Nope, still not very threatening.

I roll my eyes in distaste. "It's your own fault, Blaise, for drooling over someone like him. Have you no taste?"

"Well, now I have plenty, thanks to you!" He points at the pile of poop again. Yeesh, is he ever going to let that go? "And I was just saying that Potter cleaned himself really nicely over the weekend, what was wrong with that?" He gestures to Boy Wonder who sits a mere fifteen feet away.

I cross my arms and try not to scrunch up my nose. "I don't know who's uglier, Potty or Weasel. I can't have distasteful people hanging around me. You needed to be taught a lesson. And I provided one for you. You should thank me." I say haughtily.

Bow down, little Slytherin, and acknowledge your master!!!

Blaise splutters. Honestly, the guy has known me for years; you'd think that he would understand my personality by now.

Pansy, however, chooses this moment of silence to speak forward.

"You're being dramatic again, Draco Darling." I would tell her to shut up, but one of my middle names is actually "Darling". I've heard numerous versions of the story in which my father tries to talk my mother out of it, but the damn woman wouldn't relent, and so now I'm stuck with it. Grr, I say, grr!!!

"Draco, are you listening to me?" Pansy snaps two fingers in front of me.

"Yes, Pansy." Why must I sound so pathetic in front of Pansy? Oh, right, she's actually my aunt twice removed. Long history, don't ask. Stupid inbreeding...

"I have to agree with Blaise here. I don't know exactly what happened to Potter over the weekend, but according to Melissa from Ravenclaw, a second year in her house said that he saw Potter go in Fine Fashions around one p.m. on Saturday, and didn't come out until after five! And now, look at him!" Pansy's tongue makes an appearance. I grimace. "I could just eat him up!!"

Disturbing image, really.

I look over to Potter's direction for the... seventieth, no, seventy-third time since breakfast. I make a face and look away. I don't need Pansy or Blaise to remind me how delicious Harry is. Potter, I mean Potter! And he's not delicious! Who said he's delicious? Not me! Did you say he was delicious? Because I've certainly never said he was... ah, screw it.

Okay, there, you happy now? I think Potter is the tastiest piece of meat on earth (even better than chicken). Stop looking at me like that, okay? It's really getting on my nerves.

Yes, I want Potter. I want him so badly that I can just watch him and have an orgasm...

I'm not a pervert, really!!!

How can anyone possibly resist him? It's not possible, I tell you, it's just not. And take my word for it, you crazed, rabid fan-girls (and fan-boys, yes, I know your secrets), today's Harry looks even yummier than usual.

C'mon, salivate with me. On three. One... two... three... and cue drool!

Tight, slimming, black dress pants wind carefully and sensually around those strong calves that I've had the pleasure of licking numerous times before. Dark forest green cashmere sweater wraps itself like a devious serpent upon his abdominal and pectoral muscles. A white bead choker surrounds itself around his neck. The v-neck cuts low, showing the dip at the base of his neck, and makes you want to suck that spot thousand times over. Biceps tighten every time he moves. Brazen hands smooth out messy silky black strands and remind me of all of those times I tugged on them as he went down on me. The famous lightning scar brands his otherwise unblemished forehead, a mark that emphasizes his manliness. And finally, those eyes are still hiding behind round frames. Those are the same pair of eyes that stared down on me in heated moments of passion.

Harry Potter is far from a muggle, he's not even a wizard... he is a god. And... He used to be all mine.

Hit me on the head and call me "stupid". Why, oh why did I break it off with him?

It was quite simple, actually, how our fight started. You see, we've been secretly meeting each other since seventh year began. It's quite a long time considering how it's April now. We told no one, naturally, but apparently, these meetings were no longer enough for him.

Last Friday (only two days and a half ago!), I waited in the abandoned Room of Requirement per usual while Harry was in Quidditch practice. I was playing around with the room, decorating it with the kinkiest sex objects in existence. Around seventy-thirty, the door squeaked open, and a wet Harry Potter entered.

As you can well imagine, it was hard to hold myself back at that point. So naturally, I pounced (yes, I can pounce too) on him. I still remember how he smelled that night: Fresh soap, the muggle kind.

After a bit of snogging, he pushed me away, and I knew something was wrong since he usually took control by that point. In the blink of an eye, all my hard-worked decorations disappeared and the room was shrunken into a regular classroom. Four-eyes sat me down, held my hands, looked me in the eyes, gave me a soft kiss, and said: "I think we should let people know."

I freaked. Wouldn't you freak?! I mean, c'mon, use your head! He's a Potter - and not just any Potter, he is the Potter -, and I am a Malfoy - and not just any Malfoy, I'm the Malfoy whose father is joined up with Mr. Uber-Evil, who, to put it bluntly, wants Harry's life -.

He's good, I'm evil. He's light, I'm dark. He's innocent, I'm tainted. He's strong, I'm weak. He's fire, I'm ice... the list is endless.

And hello?! If you haven't noticed, we're both boys!! Harry can make it to the front page just by catching a cold, how do you think the world will react if they find out about this? Rumors, criticisms, scandalized parents, more rabid fan-girls (and fan-boys)... it's a whole new shitload of problems!

I can't deal with that. I really can't.

He looked hurt when I told him that, like a little gnome who just got chucked to the other side of Scotland - albeit a lot cuter. "Why", he asked me, and I honestly couldn't give him a decent answer.

And so I switched into Bastard-Draco™ and replied, "What do you think, Potter? No point in doing that, is there? It's not like we're going to get married."

Ouch. Yes, I know that hurt him. And yes, I can admit to a mistake, no matter what you people may think. He made his hurt known immediately and pushed me away. He stared at me in accusation. I yelled back mocking comments that directly targeted his weak points. We shouted. We pushed. We punched each other bloody. And Harry ran out.

I couldn't let him run off on me, of course. Nobody runs from Draco Darling Darsidius Daniel Damon Malfoy (not a word... not a word). And so I chased after him, if only just to get my last words in. I caught up to him easily, since he was stumbling like an idiot, shoved him up against the wall, and hissed: "Don't be a sentimental weakling, Potter. We both knew from the start that this wasn't going to go any further than this. Don't you fucking ruin this because of your Hufflepuff beliefs!"

I bet you can't guess what he did. Go on, guess, c'mon, amuse me.

Ha, can't guess, can you?

He KISSED me. The bastard took me by the neck and pulled me down to his lips.

Oh Merlin, his lips! Believe me; you haven't lived until you've tasted Harry Potter's lips. It was such a soft gesture too, a mere touch of the skin. There was no tongue, no saliva, and no teeth; just a dip, a caress so gentle and cool like summer's breeze.

He didn't voice it, but I knew he loved me.

I didn't say it, but I loved him too.

"Come out with me, Draco."

He whispered my name against my lips, and I almost gave in... almost...

"Fuck off, Potter." I pulled back - though it killed me to do so, and ran away before I had a chance to see my reflection in Harry's wide eyes.

I locked myself in my room the whole weekend and refused to come out (no pun intended). Now, two days later, I'm forced to see Harry due to school. I expected him to be depressed, or at least angry. But instead, he's dressed from head to toe like a freaking fashion model and is flirting with anything that walks on two legs. And me, well... I'm not exactly in the best shape.

Parvati Patil giggles and links her arm around Harry's. And I suddenly feel as though I can finally perform the Killing Curse.

The damn girl is also being glared at by several other Potter-admirers. In an unexpected move, she shifts her body forward and pouts.

"Harry," she purrs loudly. "I'm cold..."

Oh, what a load of crap! It's freaking April! The sun is shining! Heat waves are even early this year! But oh no, Mr. Righteous-Gryffindor actually reaches forward to wrap an arm around her!!!

What the fuck are you doing, you stupid moron!!! You're mine, you hear me? Mine!!!

The nerve of that girl! As if that's not enough, she's now resting her head on his shoulder and asking in a rather loud voice, "Harry, wanna go to Hogsmead with me next Saturday?"

I roll my eyes. Stupid girl, as if Harry would go for someone like her. That little slut, who does she think...

"Will this answer your question?" Harry's voice suddenly penetrates my inner rant. I focus on the two, and finally see red as Harry leans forward and pecks her on the lips!!!

The other girls grumble in disappointment.

I suddenly feel the need to hurt someone, anyone. And so I punch Blaise in the face. (Don't look at me like that unless you want me to punch you too.)

Blaise's curse and Pansy's squeal attract everyone's attention, even Harry's. The bastard has the nerve to look me in the eyes and... smirks!!!

Oh ho, so that's how he wants to play it. Well, guess what, Potter? I can play too.

I tug on Pansy's hand and pull her until her body is taut against mine. Then I bring my lips crashing down upon hers, trying to fight back the disgust. Argh, I hate kissing girls, especially the pug-faced ones.

Several gasps sound around me, and I fight back a triumphant grin.

After a few seconds, I finally deem it safe to pull back. Pansy now sports a gleeful grin on her face. Pfft, like I care.

I turn my head to look at Harry... and he's fucking chatting with Parvati!!! Chatting!!! CHATTING as if I didn't just shove my tongue down Pansy's throat!!!

He talks, Patil giggles. He smiles, Patil nuzzles him. He laughs, Patil kisses him on the cheek, and I run toward the two like a raging bull.

I'm sorry, but I've never been very good with my temper.

"Fucking hell, Harry Fucking Potter, what the fuck do you think you're doing with that fucking slut?!"

Right... that sure got his attention.

Harry glares at me with flaming hatred in those usually loving eyes. He hadn't looked at me like that since fifth year.

"Bugger off, Malfoy." He hisses venomously like the Parseltongue he is.

"You can't tell me what to do, Potter."

Harry is about to retort, but Parvati unwisely cuts in. "Go away, Malfoy," she whines. Don't you just hate girls who whine? "Go kiss your pug-faced girlfriend!"

"Fuck off and croak, stupid slut."

No, seriously, I've had enough. She touched my Harry, she kissed my Harry, she flirted with my Harry, and that means instant death sentence. Malfoys don't share. Nuh uh, not a chance. If I had one galleon for every male my father cursed for my mother's sake, I could buy the Three Broomsticks by now.

Actually, better yet, I'll do this...

I ignore Patil and the rest of the class. They don't exist anymore. It's just me and Harry, Harry and me. And is it just me or is there too much space between our lips?

I grab his head by the sides and force our lips in a tight lock. I bite, I suck, and I shove my tongue inside. Harry protests fervently at first, but soon the two days (and a half!) of no contact proves to be too much pressure on both of our libidos.

Before anyone can come out of the first shock, Harry wraps his strong arms around my upper body and presses me to him. My tongue, way overdue for a taste of him, searches his out immediately. My body tingles in appreciative pleasure. I feel him shudder in my arms, and a moan escapes my throat.

I need more. I need to drag him off to a private place and shag him senseless. I need to remind him that he belongs to me and I belong to him. I need to hold him in my arms and reacquaint myself to the contours of his body. I need him inside of me, and I need to return the favor.

But before all that, I have just one more thing to do.

I reluctantly withdraw my tongue, give him one last peck as he whimpers at the lost of contact, and turn my head to the gaping crowd.

Hey, Weasel fainted. Cool.

"Nobody touches my Harry, got it?!"

Some nods numbly, and the rest still stare in shock. Ah, fuck them, they don't matter.

"Good," I say.

Harry is staring at me, completely stunned. He looks so hot in that sweater. But seriously, it has to go if we're going to have hot, steamy sex.

"We're leaving, and no one is going to follow!" I howl, not giving any of them a chance to answer, and drags Harry back toward the castle. Fuck class, Hagrid is probably not going to come back anytime soon anyway.

The small run to the Room of Requirement is simply too long.

I don't usually do the dominant part, but I just need him so much that I can't help myself. Harry, however, is never one to give up easily. He kisses me back just as hard and uses his larger stature to force me down on a plush mattress that appears out of nowhere.

Convenient!

He kisses me everywhere, and I do the same. I shove a hand down his trousers and grin as he hisses and rolls his eyes back.

"Draco..." Harry gives my tongue a light bite. "Don't ever break up with me ever again."

I freeze. How could I forget those words I spoke on Friday? I hurt him. I hurt my Harry. I... I need to apologize.

"Draco? Are you crying?" Harry supports his weight up with his arms and looks down on me through clear emerald irises, so lovingly, so innocently. Does he not care about my heartless rejection? How can he forgive so easily?

"Harry..." I lift a hand to caress his right cheek. He closes his eyes and leans into my palm like a kitten. I could swear that he's purring. "About Friday..."

"Don't..." his eyes remain closed. "I know you were scared. I know you didn't mean it." He leans down to kiss me. "Are you still scared, love?"

I nod my head hesitantly, only slightly aware of the tears swirling around in my eyes. But that's not enough, I have to get it out, get it all out.

"Harry... I love you so much. But not everyone is going to accept us. I want you forever, but..."

"But what? Tell me, love."

"But we're so different!" I nearly shout. I don't know where this courage is coming from, but I need to let him know. "We're complete opposites. You're good, I'm evil..."

"Then let my good wash away your evil..."

"You're light, I'm dark..."

"Then allow my light to bring you out of your darkness..."

"You're innocent, I'm tainted..."

"Then taint me as well, I want you to..."

"You're strong, I'm weak..."

"Then rely on me, I'll carry you the rest of the way..."

"You're fire, I'm ice..."

"Then let me melt you..."

And so I do. And so he does. And so we spend the rest of the day in each other's embrace.

And life is perfect.