Malfoys Don't Get Crushes

The next morning Draco woke up with red eyes and a wet pillow. He was instantly alert, scanning the other boys in the room to see if they were still asleep or if they knew about him crying last night.

"Thank God," he mumbled as he took in the snoring forms of his dorm mates. He muttered a spell to remove the redness and puffiness of his eyes, and slowly dressed himself. He blocked his mind from thinking about Harry, and focused instead on making himself look good; he had a reputation to uphold after all. Even if inside he was dying and sobbing, he would look fabulous. "If only to keep people from knowing how much it hurts," he thought bitterly.

He looked at his swollen lip in the mirror and, wincing a little, performed a low level healing charm to reduce the swelling, although it still stayed bright red. By now the other boys had woken up and were pulling on their clothes. Draco called out to Crabbe and Goyle, and the three went off to breakfast.

They stopped along the way to torment a first-year who had accidentally bumped into Crabbe, and Draco felt much better than he had in a long time. Making that poor child's feet grow to the size of pumpkins was just the distraction that he had craved. He was chuckling, grinning evilly and generally looking quite dangerous as he arrived at the Great Hall.

Immediately his eyes flew to the Gryffindor table, as they always did when he entered the hall, but to his surprise he caught Harry staring straight back at him. He hastily looked away and sauntered over to his usual seat, stealing a muffin from Pansy as he did so. After one bite, however, he decided he wasn't in the least bit hungry, and he just sat in his seat moodily and looked everywhere except over at the Gryffindors.

The arrival of the mail brought a welcome disruption to his depressed train of thoughts, and he quickly scanned the paper for anything interesting. After realizing that the world was in fact a boring place where nothing happened, he finally let his eyes wander off the paper and over to Harry, who was engrossed in his conversation with Granger. He didn't look happy and Draco wished he knew what had caused his frown and made the Mudblood wrap her arm around him and pat his back consolingly.

Draco watched as the girl glanced over at him, and smirked. What the hell could she be smirking about? Mudbloods weren't allowed to smirk at him! Honestly, the nerve of that girl. He glared at her until she looked away. She gestured to the Ravenclaw table, and then called out to Terry Boot. Harry blushed and shushed her, but Terry had heard and he walked over to their table. He sat down next to Harry who blushed again, and they started talking. Granger got up and pulled Weasley away with her, loudly declaring that she had to go to the library.

Draco was too far away to hear what the two boys were saying, but he distinctly disliked the way Terry brushed against Harry's arm as he reached for the pumpkin juice. Draco decided this would be a good time to flee the hall if he didn't want to have to watch his crush and Terry flirt, and he got up and bean to leave quickly. He felt someone's eyes on the back of his neck and he turned around to shoot the smirking Blaise a look of the utmost annoyance before continuing out of the hall.

He still had another hour or so before his first class, so he decided to wander around the halls a bit. After that got boring, he sat down and opened up his Potions textbook to study. His studying was interrupted five minutes later as he heard a giggle and then saw two boys race past him in a flurry of robes.

As he stood up he saw Terry pull Harry into a shadowed alcove and push him up against the wall. Every nerve of Draco's exploded with rage, and every rational thought flew out of his head. He stalked over to the two kissing boys with the blood pounding in his head. He stopped a few feet from them and said coldly,

"Get off of him."

Terry stopped kissing Harry and turned to face Draco, blinking in confusion.

"What?" he gasped. Harry stared at Draco, who was slowly taking out his wand. Harry had a dazed look, clearly suffering from oxygen deprivation and intense confusion. Draco pointed his wand at Terry and snarled,

"Get your fucking hands off of him!"

Terry stared at Draco and then at Harry, who was standing there open-mouthed in shock. He didn't remove his hands from Harry's waist and appeared to be at an absolute loss as to what to do. He looked to Harry for guidance, but the boy looked just as bewildered as he did. Draco jabbed his wand into Terry's chest and hissed, "Now."

The Ravenclaw stepped away from Harry, turned, and ran as fast as he could.

Draco took a deep breath and blinked, the red haze that had obscured his sight disappearing. He watched Terry sprint down the corridor, and then he brought his gaze back to Harry, who was opening his mouth to speak. The enormity of what he had just done hit him. He gulped and thought, "Oh shit."

Draco began backing away from Harry who had finally found his voice and asked, "What was that all about?"

Harry walked towards Draco. Draco stumbled backwards again, and Harry kept walking towards him. He took another step and ran into the wall, but Harry didn't stop advancing on him. Draco looked around for a way to escape, but suddenly he found that his way was blocked by Harry's arms on either side of his head. He swallowed nervously and peeked up at Harry's face before turning his gaze to the floor. Harry looked surprised and completely confused.

"Were you... jealous?" his captor asked in a low voice. Draco's eyes shot up from the floor and he locked his stormy gray eyes onto intense green ones. Did Harry look hopeful? Was it possible that he...? Draco grabbed Harry's arms and swiftly switched their positions, thrusting the other boy up against the wall.

He moved his face in until his lips were barely touching Harry's. Draco could feel the heat emanating from the body so close to his; and he could see that Harry was starting to have a little trouble breathing.

"Yes," he whispered, lips brushing against lips as he formed the words. Harry brought his hands up to Draco's neck, and he pulled him against him. Draco opened his mouth slightly, and let his tongue caress Harry's lip. Harry gasped and Draco slipped his tongue into Harry's mouth before quickly pulling it out again. The boy moaned and Draco slid his tongue back in.

"Oh wow," he thought, "I'm kissing Harry Potter. I'm kissing Harry bloody Potter." Then he stopped thinking as Harry curled his own tongue around Draco's. Their tongues intertwined and he felt fire shooting through his veins.

Draco broke away from the kiss, and heard Harry protest. But he moved his mouth to Harry's ear and licked the outer shell, and Harry stopped protesting and instead arched his body against Draco's. He pulled the lobe of Harry's ear into his mouth and was delighted by the soft moan this induced. An evil thought popped into his head and he bit down very hard.

Harry gave a small cry, and tugged him closer, so that their bodies were crushed together. Draco felt Harry's erection through his thin pants and moaned. He twisted to bring them into even closer contact and ground against Harry. He felt the other boy grow even harder, and allowed himself a small smile of triumph before being driven insane by Harry kissing his neck. He couldn't keep his moans from escaping as Harry sucked on his neck hard enough to leave a mark.

The two boys continued on in this manner for quite some time before Harry pulled away and said,

"You know Malfoy; I could have sworn you hated me."

"You bloody idiot," Draco replied and eased his mouth back onto Harry's. Harry pushed Draco away and glared,

"Bloody idiot!? I'm not a bloody idiot; almost everyday you tortured me, insulted my friends, or ignored me. I don't get it! Why did you do that if you didn't hate me?"

Draco sighed and fiddled with the hem of his robe. He studied his shoes as he answered, "Well, I mean, what else could I have done? I had a crush on my fucking archrival who abhorred me. If I stopped being mean people would have noticed. You would have noticed. And I thought you hated me. You 'tortured me, insulted my friends, or ignored me' everyday too! Don't think you're so high and mighty Potter; you did the exact same thing to me. Do you have any idea what you put me through?"

Harry blushed and coughed, "I'm sorry. I just didn't want you to know I liked you; I thought you would never stop making fun of me for it. And when I tried to be nice, like that time outside the Great Hall, you just pushed me away."

Draco started, "You were trying to be nice? I thought you were going to use the fact that I was crying to humiliate me. That would have made more sense than you trying to comfort me. And hey, wait, I know you hated me! After that you said, 'Stupid fucking Malfoy' when you were in the sho-" Draco clapped a hand over his mouth.

Harry caught Draco's eyes, "You watched me in the shower?" he asked in amazement. Draco's cheeks colored and he began stammering excuses, but was cut off by Harry pressing his mouth against him. Draco responded to the kiss, and pushed Harry up harder against the wall. He slid his leg in between Harry's, and squeezed them even closer together.

"Oh my God!" a voice screamed from behind them, and the two boys pulled apart abruptly. "Malfoy's raping Harry! Somebody help!"

A red-headed girl stood there, frantically looking around and shouting for help. Harry quickly ran up to her and covered her mouth with his hand,

"Shut up, Ginny. He is not raping me; we were kissing. Kissing," he explained in a quiet voice. Ginny stared at him as if he had lost his mind, and Harry wisely didn't remove his hand. "Shit Malfoy, what do we do? I don't even know what we were doing, and I don't need everyone else hearing about this."

Draco tapped his shoulder, and the girl stared at the Slytherin in mute terror, "I think we need to memory charm her; there's no knowing what she'll say or do. I hate to do it, [well, not really] but I don't need rumors flying around that I tried to rape The Boy Who Lived."

Harry gritted his teeth, "You're right. Dammit, but I'm sorry Ginny." Ginny shook her head frantically, and shot a betrayed look at Harry. He cast the charm and quickly shoved the girl down the corridor in the opposite direction.

"Run," Draco whispered, and the two boys raced off quietly down the hall. After rounding several corners, they collapsed, panting for breath.

"In here," Harry managed to get out in between breaths, and he pulled Draco into an empty classroom. Once inside the room, Harry closed the door and looked at Draco. Draco closed his eyes, and leaned against a wall.

"What the hell is going on?" he asked himself silently, "I kissed Harry. He kissed me. So, he doesn't hate me. In fact, he likes me. Well, at least he reacted like he liked me. Shit, this makes no sense... Harry hates me, he always has, he always will, and I have fallen asleep during breakfast."

Draco opened his eyes and saw Harry standing nervously by the door. He was anxiously pulling at the hem of his shirt, and his cheeks were red. He noticed Draco watching him and blushed even more. He cleared his throat uncertainly, and Draco winced.

"Here it comes," Draco thought and prepared himself for the outburst he knew was coming, "This is where he gets horrified by what he did, remembers how much he hates me, remembers that the pumpkin juice tasted a little off this morning and decides that that red-head slipped him a love potion. Then he'll hex me because he hates me and I just shoved him up against a wall and put my tongue in his mouth. Fucking hell, I'm screwed."

"Mal-" Harry started to say, but was cut off by Draco sneering,

"Forget it, Potter. You hate me, I hate you, and this was all because the pumpkin juice tasted funny today."

Harry's mouth fell open and he looked as though he had just been hit in the back of the head with a large, blunt object. He stammered, "Wait... but you... you said... kiss... hate... what..."

Draco shoved by him and pulled open the door, "Very articulate Potter," he said and walked out of the room.

As he strode down the hallway he could still taste Harry's lips on his.

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