Unlikely Beginnings

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Chapter Nineteen

Harry was sufficiently pissed off by the time he managed to find the
Prefects\' room. He\'d taken two wrong turns and ran into Peeves. He spared no
time talking to the poltergeist, just stormed right down the hall, telling
the ghost to fuck off as he went. Peeves seemed to get the point that Harry
was in no mood for him right now, no more than usual, but he decided to find
another victim that would give him more satisfaction. He floated off in the
other direction, watching Harry take a sharp turn around the corner at the
end of the corridor.

Finally seeing the vaguely familiar paintings along the walls, Harry looked
more closely at the doors, and found the one labeled correctly: Prefects
Only. He sighed as he stood in front of the door, and moved his hand to the
knob. It was locked. He frowned at it, and felt a surge of annoyance run
through him, almost wanting to turn and go back to the Hall. Screw Draco, if
he was going to lock the door and not let him in.

Wait a minute, Harry thought, recalling the spell the other boy had put on
the door the last time they were here. \"Draco Malfoy,\" he said to the door,
and heard a faint click as it unlocked itself. Harry pushed it open and shut
it behind him non too lightly. Draco had already arrived, and was wondering
what was taking Harry so long, since he\'d technically left the hall after
the Gryffindor boy.

Draco looked up as the door opened and shut with a heavy thud, clicking shut
again and relocking itself. He had almost felt nervous as he waited for
Harry, but now that he saw the other boy, he started to feel angry,
especially after Harry spoke. \"Okay, I\'m here. What do you want, Malfoy?\"

The blond frowned upon hearing his surname. He had thought they\'d progressed
past that childish practice, and were on a first name basis. Draco quite
beginning to like it. \"I just wanted to talk,\" he said, and patted the space
next to him, gesturing for Harry to come sit beside him.

Harry stared at the spot, realizing it was the same chair they\'d sat in
together the last time they were here. His chest tightened, remembering that
night. It had been really nice and subsequently led Harry to drop his guard,
and he\'d gotten hurt. He frowned, and started towards the chair, only to
turn and sit on a sofa opposite the spot Draco had indicated.

When he sat down, Harry gave Draco a look, clearly having taken the other
seat out of spite. Draco sighed and shifted forward to the edge of the
chair, leaning forward with his elbows on top his knees. Harry almost
thought Draco was going to reach across and grab Harry\'s hands in his own,
but he didn\'t. \"Look,\" he started, \"about yesterday.\" He paused, mouth
working slightly as he tried to formulate what to say.

\"Yes?\" Harry prompted, crossing his arms over his chest. He\'d decided not to
cut Draco any slack. Whether they had a normal relationship or not, that
didn\'t give Draco a reason to treat him like he had.

\"I\'m sorry,\" he said quietly. It felt strange to apologize to Harry, not to
mention it having been the first time he\'d ever meant it. The only time he
could recall saying the word \'sorry\' was to his father when he\'d disobeyed
the man, and he\'d never really been sorry for what he\'d touched without his
father\'s permission.

\"What was that? I didn\'t quite hear you,\" Harry sounded quite petulant, and
it needled Draco.

\"You heard me,\" Draco sneered, becoming angry. \"Look, I know I screwed up,
and I\'m trying to rectify it here, so don\'t go getting all high and mighty
on me!\" It wasn\'t easy to apologize, he found, especially if this was how
Harry was going to react.

\"It\'s not like this is anything but casual sex, right?\" Draco continued,
smirking, trying to find a sore spot with the other boy. He knew Harry
wasn\'t exactly \'casual\' with anything. He did suppose he was playing on his
own fears instead of Harry\'s, because, frankly, he had no idea what Harry
wanted.

Harry stared back at him incredulously, and at a loss for words for a
moment. \"No. I\'m tired of this shit with you, Draco. You can take your
apology and shove it up your arse.\" Having said his piece, he got up in a
positive huff from his seat, and began to make his way towards the door. He
had planned to make it out the door before Draco had time to head him off,
but it didn\'t work that way, as Draco simply turned him around from behind.
Even before Harry could protest, Draco had backed him up the few more steps
towards the door, pressing him against it.

Harry succumbed to the force of Draco\'s body, and he wasn\'t surprised when
Draco\'s hands moved from his shoulders to his hair, twining through it as he
leaned forward to press his lips to Harry\'s. Opening his mouth
instinctively, Harry accepted the kiss, letting Draco\'s tongue slither into
his mouth. Harry felt his body relax as he felt his lower lip sucked between
Draco\'s, though when he felt the teeth close down on it abruptly afterwards,
he tried to pull back.

That didn\'t work very well, since he was pressed up against the door. He
swore to himself he\'d have the upper hand on Draco in the future, just to
make him see what it felt like. He brought his own hands up to the blond\'s
hair and mimicked Draco as he thread his fingers through the silky strands.
He pulled tight, trying to pull Draco\'s face away from his own. Draco
resisted, biting down harder before letting go to lick at Harry\'s lips
again. Their lips separated for a brief moment, and Harry loosened his
fingers slightly, thinking Draco was going to back off.

He was wrong, and as Draco closed the infinitely small space between their
lips, Harry was prepared, and grabbed hold of Draco\'s tongue with his teeth
when the Slytherin licked it into Harry\'s mouth. \"Ungh!\" Draco moaned in
pain when Harry held the sensitive flesh of the other boy\'s tongue. He
didn\'t bite down, not wanting to hurt Draco, even though he may have
deserved it. He tightened his fingers again, pulling back slightly, and this
time Draco didn\'t resist. Harry released his hold on Draco\'s tongue as the
blond backed up.

\"What the fuck is wrong with you?!\" Harry said when Draco had taken a step
back. He brought a hand to his lips, running his finger tip over the bottom
one to check for blood. He didn\'t think Draco had bit down that hard, but it
was still sore and a bit raw from the day before.

Draco was obviously running his tongue around his mouth before he said, \"And
what the hell do you want me to say?! I\'m sorry? Well, I\'ll say it again;
I\'m fucking sorry!\" Draco yelled back at Harry, his anger rising towards the
other boy, but it seemed to drop out the bottom of his stomach when Harry
simply turned around, without another word, and opened the door, pushing
Draco back even more as he did so.

Harry slammed the door in his wake, hard enough to make Draco wince when it
hit its frame, and hard enough to make the pictures on the walls shudder on
their nails. Draco stared at the door, wondering what the hell had just
happened. He didn\'t know why he\'d kissed Harry again, but it had felt good,
and he\'d wanted more, and prepared to take it. He knew he\'d crossed a line
yesterday, and wanted to back away from it, though it seemed he wasn\'t doing
a very good job of that.

The other boy didn\'t seem to want to forgive him. Draco frowned and suddenly
wanted to kick something, but he knew that would only serve to give him a
sore foot. \"Fuck!\" he yelled to the empty room, before opening the door and
leaving the room as well, heading back to his dorm. If Harry didn\'t want to
talk, he wouldn\'t bother asking.

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