To Be Loved

His Apartment

Thomas's apartment was unbelievably opposite from the Malfoy Mansion. The mildew gray tiling on the exterior walls was falling off. But, Because Harry could barely see two feet in front of him do to the rain, much of the apartment building he was unable to see.

Thomas quickly opened a small, black door, and allowed Harry inside. The place was small. A mixture of torn, and worn books with ratty old clothes were scattered across the unseen floor.

"Sorry bout the mess," said Thomas.

"Oh, don't worry, my dorm room is worse," Harry joked.

"Oh, really? Well, as I asked you in the bar, where is it that you go to school?"

Harry's heart began to beat fast. His face turned red. "Um, well, I'm sure you have never heard of it."

"Oh, well, tell me Harry."

"No... I mean... I don't think you'll care," he felt sweat pour down his back.

"Tell me, Harry! Come on! It's just a school! What's the big deal?"

"Why do you care," his heart almost exploded.

"Oh, I see," Thomas looked a little depressed, "You don't want me to know where you go to school, because you're afraid I'll come and visit you, well I assure you Harry-"

"No, Thomas!" Harry cut in, "I would actually really enjoy seeing you again, it's just I wasn't sure if you had heard of the school. It's called Hogwarts."

"See that wasn't so hard!" Thomas grinned, "Hogwarts is it? Never heard of it."

"Yea, well, told you! So, uh... what do you want to do until the rain ends?" attempting to change the subject.

Thomas's eyes had much intent behind them, "I had a few things in mind."

Harry smiled at the thought, "Oh, yes, and what is that?"

"Don't worry, you'll see."

It was at that moment that Harry realized he had been flirting with Thomas the entire afternoon. Though, flirting was not being unfaithful, and besides, he did enjoy it.

Harry's shirt was drenched, and he hadn't noticed until this particular moment. Though, Thomas seemed to have. The dampness had created a more revealing, and attractive fit upon Harry's body. Thomas's eyes were focused more on the wet crotch of his pants, though.

"Um, Harry, would you like to get out of those clothes?"

"What?!" screeched Harry, who was surprised at what Thomas had said.

"Oh, I mean change into a new shirt, you're all wet," he laughed.

"Oh, well, yes that would be great," he said feeling a bit embarrassed.

Thomas picked up a blue shirt from what could have been a table, and tossed it to him.

"Here," he said.

Harry stripped off his wet shirt. Meanwhile, Thomas did the same.

Harry's body was a peachy pale. He was thin, yet toned, with chiseled abs. He had no bodily hair on his stomach. He was extremely attractive, especially when exposing his stomach. Water trickled down his chest, creating an even sexier look.

Thomas's skin was bronzed over his built muscles. He was not as thin as Harry, but he was lean. His arm muscles were well sculpted, along with his stomach.

The two boys began to immediately feel the vibes between them once again. Harry's eyes felt magnetic attraction to Thomas's eyes. Their eyes locked, their body's felt a drawing force. They moved closer to one another. Harry was in a daze. He didn't realize before long that his hand was caressing Thomas's chest.

He forgot Draco, he forgot his promise, all he knew was Thomas, and how badly he wished to kiss him.

Suddenly, the two young men's lips touched, and began to press together passionately. Harry's tongue wandered inside Thomas's warm mouth, greeted by his soft, moist tongue. Harry ran his fingers through Thomas's light brown hair.

Thomas's tongue moved to Harry's neck and began to erotically lick his silk skin.

"Ooohh," Harry moaned.

He no longer cared about Draco, or the pain he knew he would cause him if he found out. He only wanted Thomas to continue this intense pleasure.

Besides, he foolishly thought, How can he ever find out?