Snake Eyes, Lion Heart

Snake Eyes, Lion Heart

Chapter 1

// Draco Malfoy //

Draco sighed, quill pausing, momentarily pressed against the yellowing parchment. He needed to word his thoughts precisely, to push the person's buttons.

I know you don't love me. I've grown up before your eyes, since I was born. But, I'm not you. People change - at least the decent ones, anyways. For sixteen years you sheltered me, fed me... Abused me. But never, not once did you say you loved me. That's all I wanted: to be loved.

I idolized you. You were God on earth. But even God is picky about who gets to worship him... or where. Your body was your temple, the one place you allowed-forced, rather-me to go. Those were the times when I thought you loved me most. If only I hadn't have been so ignorant... I would have known you weren't moaning because I loved you with all of my heart.

But, youthfulness has its cons. Those times are long gone, though. Your follower is taking a different road, one that doesn't lead to your temple.

I love you, Father.

Draco cried himself to sleep that night, without even sealing the envelope...

Fast-flickering flames were just visible on the ceiling, arousing Draco's eyes some odd hours later. He stirred soundlessly in his four-poster bed, curtains drawn closed as if they were a shield. Protecting him from who-knows-what. He had tossed and turned the entire night, only to find that he was most relaxed, ironically, once he awoke. He pulled back the hunter green curtains, blinking several times before his eyes adjusted to the astonishingly bright torchlight.

Glancing at his bedside clock, he groaned; eight-sixteen. He was already late for his favorite meal of the day: breakfast. He shivered slightly as his feet met the cold floor, and he cursed himself for having misplaced his beloved slippers. A house elf put them in their proper place, no doubt.

// Harry Potter //

The sun was just rising above the horizon as Harry Potter and the rest of his teammates slumped off the Quidditch field, beaten, bruised, and banged-up. As Head of the Gryffindor team, Angelina Johnson had seen it fit to train her teammates for the next Quidditch game, an entire week away. At an incredibly early hour seven shadows could be seen trudging into the Quidditch Pitch, and two agonizing hours later, covered in mud, frozen to the bone, and teeth clattering, the seventh year Afro-European had blown her whistle.

"Great practice; you all did great," she mumbled, blowing into cupped hands. To keep warm, the team had huddle together, just as young Ginny Weasley, pale as a Hogwarts ghost, spoke.

"Yeah.. g-g-great game." Harry glanced at her and she smiled brightly using whatever little strength she had left. Harry sighed silently. Angelina spoke once more.

"Now, I want you all to shower, dress--" she eyed the twins, Fred and George Weasley, continuing on. "--and eat some breakfast. Start saving up your energy for next week's game; Hufflepuff may be slow with their wands, but they're a tough opponent on brooms. Break!" Harry smirked slightly, turning on his heel as someone, who knows who, muttered a silent 'I swear... didn't Wood graduated last year?"

// Draco Malfoy //

Draco stood in front of his full-length mirror, surveying his sleep deprived hair and face. Personally, he thought he looked horrendous; his eyes were deep sunken in sockets, offset by a pair of dark bags just above his cheekbones. His hair.. His hair was misshapen, slicked to the side by tears and a night's sweat. He hadn't slept a wink the night before and it showed. He was in desperate need of a shower.

Some odd minutes later, the pureblood stepped into the Slytherin lavatory, robes, clothes, and towel tucked carefully under his arm. Quite lazily, he ambled to a sink and hastily brushed his teeth, shooing away his 'dragon breath.' He turned, stepping into an empty shower stall; shutting the green tinted glass door behind him with a click. Reaching over, he turned a knob and jets of warm water began to rain down from the ceiling in the far corner of the stall.

Safely protected, he stripped to his knickers, shuddering at the cold as the last clothing item was removed. The water felt like heaven on earth, perhaps even better. His frozen muscles began to relax and loosen. Just as he rinsed the vanilla shampoo out of his hair, all the heat in his body seemed to surge between his legs as his mind filled to the brim with.. thoughts. He placed his hand between his legs, grasping slowly.

Though they were hundreds of yards apart, both Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy flung their heads back, grunting each others names.. and exactly the same time.