Two Boys on a Bench

Two boys sat upon a bench atop a high hill, in which overlooked a lake. Across from the lake I stood, watching them with much intent. One boy bear a red shirt, that was a smidgen too tight, yet perfectly emphasized his sculpted muscles. His messy dark locks rested upon his striking bronzed face, shielding his emerald eyes from the world.

The boy next to this stunning young man was quite the opposite of the former. He wore a white oxford shirt, which was slightly unbuttoned enough to protrude his delicious muscular body which lay beneath. His clothing was noticeably more expensive than the latter, from an elite designer, no doubt. His silky, white hair was perfectly slicked back; which left his flaxen face to show, with no boundaries hiding his dazzling bone structure.

Each boy sat on the bench with no conversation towards the other. The pale boy did not look at the one next to him, but rather gazed straight forward. The stormy colored eyes twinkled in the sunlight, yet they did not squint, nor blink; they remained fixated on an unknown object before him. The dark headed boy next to him stared forward for a time, as well. Yet, he did not have the ability to remain so engrossed in pure nothing, and often looked at the other trying to obtain some amusement. The softness in his eyes as he gawked at the fair one made it apparent that the two could be romantically involved, yet it was too early to be sure.

The dark headed boy's lips parted in an attempt to say something. He seemed to hope that this would catch the other's attention, yet it didn't disturb the fair boy one bit. He leaned in toward the boy slowly, every now and then glancing up for approval from the unbothered boy, who remained showing him no sign of even awareness that he existed. He reached the boys pastel cheek, and let a soft breath exit his mouth and liberate upon the precious skin. His eyes glimpsed over to the boy's gray eyes one last time, which still had the distant look they had before. His eyelids closed, his mouth opened revealing his cushion tongue. He breathed in one last breath and pressed his mouth upon the soft skin.

The kiss startled the pale young man. He jolted, which made the mouth slip from his cheek and recede swiftly down to the fair boy's chin. The boy then removed his lips from the skin. A hand abruptly awoke from the previously dormant body, placing one finger delicately beneath the dark young man's chin and lifted his head up until the jade eyes locked with the cloudy. "Harry," he whispered tenderly "you startled me. Warn me before you perform something such as that."

Harry half smiled, projecting his cheekbones so all could gape, and admire. "Sorry, love. Your face was just so tempting; I had no other choice but to. Draco, what was it that you were so absorbed in just now?"

"Oh, well, er, I... uh, I'm not quite sure," he admitted.

Harry chuckled. "Oh, how I love you, I do not know!" he joked, wrapping his arms around Draco's long neck.

Draco uncoiled Harry's arms, pushing him away. His eye's saddened "Harry, we can't."

"Draco..." Harry whined.

"What about him? We can't just start this whole affair, I don't want..."

"Oh, yes. Well about him, I must tell you someth-"

"Last night..." interrupted Draco.

Harry's eyes brightened in remembrance of the previous night. "Mmm, yes last night was spectacular! But really I-"

"Yes, it was, but... I just can't..."

"But, I must tell you-"

"I just can't be with you when you're with him... I don't want to hurt me or him..."

"Yes, but..." a sudden realization occurred to Harry. "When have you ever cared about him before?!" Harry snapped.

"I don't care about him, Potter! I'd be happier if you were with out him. If the school was without him, for that matter! I hate that disgusting fag! I just don't want to go through some 'fuck triangle' piece of shit with you two. Because you can't make a decision worth shit! And I know I will be the one who gets hurt in the end and I JUST CAN'T TAKE IT RIGHT NOW! I also don't want to fuck some one who is contaminated with an infested thing such as Ron!" Draco exploded.

"Don't talk about Ron like that, Malfoy!" screeched an angry Potter.

"Oh, you know how disgusting he is! Frankly, I don't know how you can fuck something so hideous!"

Harry's face began to distort into strange shapes, why is he saying this.

"So tell me Potter, how does it feel when you look down while you're fucking and see that vacant expression, which has been pressed into his ugly face since the day he was born staring right back at you!"

"Shut up! You fuck! Don't be jealous that somebody actually loves him! You hate him only because he has everything you have ever desired..."

"Like What?! His repulsive clothing? His hideous shack of a house... what!?!" Draco snarled.

Don't let him get the better of you.

"He has friends, he has my love, he has a father that actually loves him!!!"

Harry's last statement split Draco's heart in two. His eyes began to tear, though he quickly wiped them into a glare.

Harry knew he had crossed the line. Draco had a dark past in which he told no one. During the night that Harry and Draco had spent together Harry found many rough scars upon Draco's silky skin. He had often noticed that before holidays, when Draco would go home, he was rarely seen, and when he was he appeared depressed. Harry knew Draco dreaded his family, although Draco would never admit that. Saying that was the worst possible thing Harry could say.

"So, Harry, now the truth is revealed about how you feel towards me. I just wish to add my father loves me, I kn-know he does" he choked "I-I don't ever want to see you again. You sickening maggot! You mean nothing to me now!" He coldly stated, although he was holding back tears.

Malfoy's don't cry.

Harry turned to Draco, who was on the verge of weeping, yet trying not to show it. Their eyes locked for a moment, and then Draco gazed down.

"Draco, I..."

Draco shook his head violently. His feet sprung up and he sprinted down the hill towards the lake, in a desperate attempt to hide his tears from Harry.

Malfoy's don't cry for anyone, especially not Harry Potter.

Harry leaped after him desperately trying to catch up with him. Years of Quidditch training had made Draco fast.

In his endeavor to catch up with the Malfoy, Harry stumbled on a rock that jutted out from the soggy ground. If he had been on a surface that was flat this would have been merely a slight stumble, yet since he was scurrying down this steep hill this stumble became a trip, and then a fall, and then a tumble. He toppled down the hill toward Draco. Each hit created a shout or moan of pain from the boy.

Across from them I stood, unseen, and unnoticed. I grimaced at the site of this horrid fall.

He struck Draco's legs, causing him to fall also. The two boys tumbled down the hill, forming into a ball of flaring arms and legs. I couldn't help but giggle at the site of these two attractive young men falling.

They hit the bottom of the hill with an audible thud and continued to roll to the edge of the lake. Just before he reached the water Harry dug his finger into the moist earth, forcing his body to stop. Draco attempted this as well, yet failed and he was thrust into the lake by gravity. The once tranquil water splashed around him. Once he had stopped moving he immediately leaped up, water floated around him for a split second. His eyes were shut and his mouth was open. His now wet hair fell upon his elegant face. His white shirt, now completely transparent, clutched his gorgeous body. Harry sat up, no longer dwelling on his fall or the fight; he gawked at Draco's sexiness.

Draco dashed out of the water, completely ignoring Harry's awe. His face wrinkled with repugnance. He examined his apparel, looking very uncomfortable with the sopping condition of his clothing. Without a second thought, he began to unbutton his shirt, so he could strip the soaked clothing. Harry's eyes widened. Draco threw off his shirt exposing his damp, luscious body and immediately began to unbuckle his belt, when he realized the show he was putting on for Harry, and whoever else was observing. He chuckled at the hungry appearance of Harry's face.

"You are such a clutse, Potter!" were the some of many words that came to his head, yet the first to come out. "Well, now that I'm ruined, I'll be off!" he picked up his clothing and immediately began to walk towards where I was observing.

My heart began to race, I couldn't breath, I feared being caught by him, especially in the state he was in. He already despised me, and catching me ease dropping on all that was happening would be fatal.

"Wait!" called my life-saver, Harry. "I'm not finished yet!"

I exhaled.

I saw Draco slip a smile, but it was quickly covered up by one of his usual scowls. I couldn't help but think how his scowls stole the beauty of his face.

"I think you have said enough!"

"Oh, so you can put down my friend, yet I can't remark on your horrible relationship with your father!"

I was astounded to find myself being referred to as a mere friend by Harry. Draco seemed to catch on too, he slyly grinned.

"So, what are you saying?"

"You know what I'm saying!" he shrieked "You are comp-"

"No, you arse! I mean are you saying you and Ron are only friends?"

"What?! What are you getting at-"

"You referred to him as friend just now. Are you? Only friends?"

"Oh for Merlin's sake, how thick are you?"

"Well, I don't know you referred to him as a friend so maybe this means your subconscious really doesn't love him and only considers him as a friend..."

"Don't get all Sigmund Freud on me, Malfoy. So what if I don't love Ron anymore! It makes no difference to you!"

"Of course it makes a difference to me, you retard!"

"How?! We're through! Really, there never was a 'we'. Though, I'll have you know I was hoping we would become a couple today!"

"Oh really? Were you going to ask me to the ball too?"

"Oh don't be such a dick! I dumped Ron for you I'll have you know!"

"What?" He was in complete disbelief.

"Yes, I broke up with him yesterday. I've been trying to tell you this all day, but you're such a fuck, Malfoy! I can't put one word in!"

"Well, I had no idea The-Boy-Who-Lived was that into me...!"

"You are such an arse! I don't know why I even put up with you!"

"I do..." he patted the crotch of his pants.

"You're a sick bastard, you know that?"

Harry stood up, and strode over to Draco. He draped his arms over Draco's muscular back, who returned his affections with a kiss on his forehead. Harry's knees weakened, he lost his balance, but was caught by Draco. He lowered him towards the ground. Here he began to strip off Harry's clothing, all the while staring into his sea green eyes.

Harry lifted his head trying to reach the handsome face that smiled at him. Draco bent his neck down, touching Harry's crimson lips to his. Draco slid his tongue into the moist, warm mouth of Harry, who greeted the well-known object with a massage with his own tongue.

Harry ran his hands from his well defined shoulders down to his groin, all the while feeling his silky, chiseled body. He grasped Draco's groin through his designer jeans, and then unbuttoned the fly. Draco sat up a bit higher so Harry could see his gorgeous face. He half smiled with a sex craving expression. "So how 'bout it, Harry. Fancy a shag?"

"Merlin, that's a real turn on, fancy a shag?" he imitated.

"Well, do you?"

"Of course!" He extended his arms and yanked Draco on top of him. They stripped the remainder of the clothing that each wore, all the while maintaining a rather remarkable snog.

****

From a distance I painfully watched as they snogged. I remained viewing them as they made love on the bottom of the hill that overlooked the lake, across from which I stood. I began to sob. I pulled my hood over my fire-red hair, lowered my head and walked threw the brush towards wherever the path before me led.

****

On the other side of the lake, a boy raised his head. He watched as a wretched red-headed young man staggered away. There was no surprise in his expression; he had known the boy was standing there. He had known the boy had been following him since he rejected him. His emerald eyes filled with sorrow for a brief moment, but he did not dwell upon the thought. He knew the boy would be alright. He continued to love his only true love that lay above him.