Close To Crazy

Friends, First-kiss, and Hope.

Harry threw an apology over his shoulder and sprinted down the stairs, out the door and into the barn. He leaned against the wall and took in lung fulls of air.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” he said aloud to himself, Draco had just finished pouring his heart out about his father and that situation, and there had been Harry, moaning against him like some godforsaken wildebeest. But hadn’t Draco been moaning as well? Harry groaned, leaned back and smacked his head against the wall.

“Ow!” he yelped

“Harry?” Draco asked from the doorway, “Are you in here? Well, I know your in here I heard you, I need to talk to you.”

“I’m busy.” Harry stated quickly,

“Doing what?” Draco rolled his eyes, “You haven’t been out here five minuets, what could you possibly be doing in that short a time?” Draco took a breath, his shoulders dropping, “Please talk to me Harry. I-I’m sorry for what I did. I didn’t mean to offend you, I…uh…I know that I’m not what you want. You were just tired, I know that-” Harry moved off from the wall and made his way over to Draco.

“No. No Draco it's not that.” Harry grabbed Draco by the shoulders and looked him in the eye. “I have no idea what is going on with me but it's not you. You haven’t done anything wrong-” Draco looked at Harry, his eyes welling up with tears.

“No it's okay. I understand. I mean after all, at some point in time I have to go to Azkaban and hey lets face it-”

“NO!” Harry shouted and Draco flinched away. Harry pulled him close, hugging him, “You are not going there. I won’t let you.” Draco smiled into Harry’s chest and looked up,

“Why? Are you going to save me Harry?” Harry looked down into the warm silver gaze and his breath caught,

“If I have to.”

“What is it you want from me Harry James Potter?” Draco asked, Harry pulled back and wiped away a stray tear on the smaller man’s face with the pad of his thumb.

“Your friendship.”

“Can I do one thing then, since we are friends?” Draco asked grabbing hold of Harry’s hand,

“Yeah, sure.” Draco smiled and pulled Harry to him pressing his lips against the taller man’s. It was by far the most chaste kiss either man had ever received, but that did not stop the moans that erupted form their lips. Draco pulled back and smiled, he kissed Harry once more and mumbled a ‘thanks’ against his mouth. Draco moved away and Harry laughed,

“One more.” He kissed Draco again and then moved away. Draco tut-tut-tutted, and pulled Harry to him, encircling his arms around Harry’s neck and kissing him harder. Draco pulled back and looked at Harry,

“This is not good.” Draco said a little breathlessly “Your addictive.” And Draco slanted his lips against Harry’s, threading his fingers in that deliciously thick ebony hair. Draco chased his tounge around Harry’s bottom lip and Harry sucked the smaller man’s tounge into his mouth greedily. Stars, fireworks, bells, whistles, and everyother noise maker in exsistence went off in Draco’s head and he whimpered heatedly into Harry’s mouth. Harry pulled back quickly, picked up Draco by his hips and wrapped those long silky legs around his own waist. Draco smiled, and resumed the heated kiss. Harry pulled Draco roughly against himself and leaned Draco’s back on the wall supporting them both. Harry’s lips left Draco’s and moved down the blonde’s neck, leaving small wet patches as his gently licked at the smooth skin. Draco keened arching his hips into Harry’s groin,

“Oh fuck…” Harry groaned and looked into Draco’s eyes, they fluttered and he groaned heavily as he watched Harry’s pupiles dilate so much he could only see a small line of that stunning green.

“Harry…” he moaned thrusting his hips into the wizards, Draco was certain he had never been so turned on in his whole life and Merlin, he wanted Harry to touch him so badly. “Touch me.” Draco demanded, Harry’s eyes flashed and he slowly started to unbutton Draco pajama top. Draco let out an impatient breath and grabbed Harry’s hands in his and pulled, ripping his own shirt in half, “Like that. Now, please Harry, touch me.” Harry growled low in his throat and attacked Draco’s chest with his mouth, licking, sucking, and biting every inch he could reach.

“Harry!” a familiar voice called from just outside the barn.

“Goddammit!” Harry whispered harshly and slammed his hands on the wall. Draco breathed heavily and kissed Harry on the cheek. Draco smiled,

“It’s alright love. We are supposed to be friends right?”

“I don’t want to be your friend.” Harry said, Draco’s smile disappeared. “Wait. That’s not what I meant Draco.”

“Then what did you mean?” Draco asked raising an eyebrow, Harry leaned over and kissed that perfect white blonde arch.

“I’ve wanted to do that for awhile now.” Harry confessed “I do want to be your friend.” Draco’s brow furrowed but he smiled again and moved his hips causing Harry to intake air harshly. Harry narrowed his eyes and Draco feigned a innocent smile,

“I have to get down.” Harry raised an eyebrow in return,

“Uh-huh…” he said grabbing Draco’s hips and moving away. “I’m sure.”

“Harry?” the voice said again,

“In here Ron! Accio Brush.” Harry whispered the last part and smiled when Draco shived at the magic. Harry walked over to a walnut clored mare and started to brush her. Ron walked in and smiled at Harry,

“Hey mate! Whatcha’ up to?” Harry smiled and Draco felt his stomach clench. Why did he have to be so old? Why hadn’t he realized how wonderful Harry was sooner? They could have had a life together! A family, children. Draco had heard that some male wizards possed a certain gene that allowed them to have children and what if Harry had that gene? Or Draco? They could have had children that looked like them! Draco mentaly kicked himself, why was he such a jerk to Harry?! What he would give to call Harry his own, to wake up to that face every morning and go to sleep to that voice every night.

“Dammit!” Draco cursed aloud to himself and Ron looked over.

“Oh hey Mal-Parker…” Ron caught himself. Draco laughed,

“Hello Weasley.”

“How are you doing?” Ron asked eyeing Draco’s tattered shirt, and Draco felt a smile grace his face at the younger boy.

“I am doing very well.” Draco’s eyes drifted over to Harry, who faltered in brushing the mare “Thank you for asking, how are you?”

“I’m good.”

“Fine. Great even…” Harry whispered, making fun of his and Draco’s earlier conversation. Draco picked up a few pieces of hay and chucked it Harry,

“Oh shut-up you shit!” Draco snapped, a smile still in place, Harry laughed and removed the straw from his hair.

“Is there something going on here?” Ron blurted, Harry burst out laughing but Draco just looked at him solemly.

“As a matter of fact there is.” A blush creeped up Ron’s face and Draco continued “Just as you were calling Harry, we were entangled in the sweaty embrace of lovers.” Draco wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and Ron’s blush started to dissapperar.

“Ha. Ha. Ha. Your so funny.” Ron said, Draco looked up thoughtfully and placed a finger to his chin,

“Am I?” Draco asked, Ron pointedly looked at him

“You are joking, right?

“Maybe,” Draco put out his right hand like he was weighing an option, “Maybe not.” And did the same with his left.

“Mal-Parker, don’t mess with me,were you guys making out before I came in here?” Ron looked over at Harry, who was not sitting on the small school collapsed in a fit of giggles.

“Perhaps, perhaps not.” Draco said using the same hand motions he had moments ago. “My memory is slightly fuzzy.” Ron heard Harry take in air and fall off the stool, still laughing. Ron leaned down and grabbed hold of Harry’s shoulders,

“Harry, mate, is he joking?” Ron asked seriously,

“…You…should see…your face!” Harry guffawed, Ron looked up at Draco who cracked a smile.

“I’m serious! Is there something going on?!” Ron got up “And your memory isn’t ‘fuzzy’.”

“Okay, okay, okay…” Draco said “if it bothers you, there is. If it doesn’t, there isn’t. Fair enough?” Draco smiled pleasantly. Ron clenched his jaw, and watched as Draco started to walk out of the room. “Well gentlemen, I best be off to shower.” Draco looked at Harry knowingly, “I’ll see you later love.” And he sauntered out. Ron looked back at Harry,

“Did he mean that? The ‘love’ thing?”

“I don’t know Ron.” Harry said honestly ‘but I hope so…’.

TBC!!!