Hidden Love

Disclaimer: Yet again here to say that I don’t own Harry Potter.

Authors Note: Hello to everyone reading this, hope you enjoy this chapter and the chapters to come.


Previously:


“Does Potter have a little tummy ache?” asked a sickly sweet voice coming form the sinks. Harry knew who it was and cursed as his stomach gave a turn of excitement. Harry turned his head to connect eyes with the one which made his head hurt…Malfoy.



Chapter Two
Forbidden Touch


Draco bit his tongue the second the words left his mouth. When he heard someone come in he instantly thought it was a teacher and shoved his ciwn twn the drain and turned the tap on to put it out. Seeing Harry Potter rush in was the last thing he predicted, he very much wanted to turn on his heel and run out of there and away from his feverish emerald eyes, But Draco after all was a Malfoy and Malfoy’s stood his ground. At seeing Harry in this state he wanted to do many things, call on a teacher and get him to the hospital wing, laugh in his face or dash to his side to see if he’s all right. The third option scared him to death, though he hid his hands well in the folds of his robes. He desperately wanted a cigarette but the one that was down the drain was his last one. He leaned against the sink again and smirked, trying to play it cool.

“Hello to you too Draco… aren’t you a long ways from the protection of Snape?” said Harry, his voice sounding rather dead.

“And what if I am? Is the big bad Harry Potter going to turn me in?” said Draco, his voice dripping with sarcasm. To his surprise Harry chuckled and shook his head.

“You git! If I told on you then I’d get punished as well!” Draco never thought of that... Damn he should have thought of that. “And what are you doing here?” asked Harry, looking Draco over with those damn eyes.

“Well if you must know I was here for a smoke!” said Draco with a smirk, folding his arms over his chest. “And you made me loose my last one!”

“You’re not allowed to smoke on school grounds!” Said Harry with humor sense he too would sneak in here for a smoke. Harry started to smoke that summer when Aunt Petunia would hide Uncle Vernon’s cigarette packs with Harry. She’d give them to Harry and tell him to get rid of them. So in stead of chucking them he took on the habit.

“I know that!” snapped Draco, really really wanting a cigarette at the moment; Potter just wouldn’t stop looking at him!

“So I made you loose your last one huh?” When Draco nodded he sighed, regretting what he was about to do but knowing it was only fair. He dug out his pack and pulled out two smokes and his lighter, rolling one to Draco’s feet and putting the other one between his lips. “There, we’re even.” Harry mumbled as he lit his own. Draco stared at him for a long moment before bending down and picking up the cig.

“Holy shit Potter! I didn’t know you fucking smoked!” This was surprising to say the least, maybe Harry wasn’t such a good boy after all…

“Yeah…. I know it’s bad for me but-” Harry shrugged his shoulders, taking a long drag from his smoke. “Gotta die sometime anyways.” To Harry’s surprise as well as his own Draco moved over and slide down the wall to sit close beside him. He nodded a thank you as Harry gave him a light. He leaned his head back against the wall and sighed out smoke.

“Dude….. Don’t think I care or anything… but are you all right?... you sounded as sick as a dog!” Draco said, watching Harry out of the corner of his eye.

“Well Draco-” said Harry with his eyes closed. “Your point is well noted… but I’m fine… just bad dreams…” Harry’s cheeks went a slight shade of pink at admitting his weakness, as well as thinking about the shower scene with him and Malfoy.

“Were they about you-know-who?” asked Draco. Draco ran his fingers through his hair yet again, cursing his bangs, or more so himself. He didn’t want to stay here, not alone with Potter, but yet, he found himself moving even closer and taking a seat as if they were life long buddies.

“No… not this time…” said Harry, wrapping his arms around himself as if cold. “Only my mother and her voice.”

“Can I ask you something Harry?” asked Draco, than stopped himself. ‘I…I called him Harry…. Wait a minute… he called me Draco….’ The thought it self gave him chills.

“I can’t stop you.” Said Harry, not wanting to sound snappy but that’s how it came out as.

“Do you remember anything about your parents?” The question was out of Draco’s mouth before you could say ‘firebolt.’ Draco looked down embarrassed at his own bluntness, knowing Harry’s quietness wasn’t good. “Sorry… I didn’t mean anything by it…”

“Don’t ask me why I’m going to tell you this but…. Not much. Everyone says that all I have to do is look in the mirror and I’d see my father… that’s how much we look alike. I remember my mothers screams the night he came to finish the family off but that’s about it. I grew up with Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia… they hate magic and me so Hogwarts is my only family…” Harry stopped himself there, finally realizing that he was telling his Enemy, Draco Malfoy, all the information that he just didn’t have to know. Harry was waiting for Draco to laugh at him, or make fun of him that he was living with muggles.

“I know the feeling of being alone…” This caught Harry’s attention; he turned his head and watched Draco as he spoke. “As you know my fathers an ass, my mothers not much more of a help… They’re always making me be better then everyone else and yet they never let me be me. My father and I don’t talk, only when he needs to yell at me for something. I guess I’ve never had a real family…” Draco watched the floor closely as if it were the most interesting thing in the world. He was blushing slightly from his rather personal story, not only the fact that he just opened up to the Harry Potter but the same Harry Potter that was sitting very close to him, whom eyes were trying to connect with his own. Draco desperately wanted to do something right now, he didn’t know what but he had to touch him. “Harry….. Can I touch your scar?” asked Draco in a rushed whisper. Now Harry was still trying to get over the fact that he actually wanted to take Draco in his arms and give him a hug, but to hear him ask to touch his flesh made him shiver. He was quiet for a few moments before mumbling an embarrassed yes. Draco nodded and got up on his knees, moving so he was directly in front of Harry. He put his cigarette out as Harry had done on the floor and moved closer. He swallowed hard as he moved into Harry’s personal space, not only the fact that Draco could small his sweet cologne as he moved between Harry’s legs.

Draco was so close to Harry’s body, his face going as red as Harry’s was. Draco reached out with trembling hands, one pushing Harry’s hair back away from his forehead, the fingers of his other hand slowly tracing over the little lightning bolt. Harry’s head was tipped back and eyes shut, concentrating on the nice and cool touch of Draco’s. A new wave of emotions flooded Harry’s body as Draco worked his magic, all of this leaving Harry to feel giddy for some reason. Harry shivered in delight at feeling his breath wash over his face, though keeping his eyes closed he could tell that Draco was so close. Harry heard a distant tapping noise and figured it was Draco’s heart beat. Harry concentrated as best he could, trying to figure out what that sound was. He gasped and sat up some, grabbing Draco’s hand to stop him.

“Oh… Sorry, did I hurt you?” Draco gasped out of his mouth. When Harry sat up it pushed their thighs together and Draco’s chest brushed against Harry’s. Draco felt how warm Harry’s hand was against his own; he was looking Harry’s face over closely, shifting slightly so their thighs would rub again. Draco smirked when he got a soft gasp from Harry, than lost that smirk when he realizhat hat he was trying to turn him on. It was then that he heard the tapping of footsteps and froze as Harry did. Once they were fro from the patrolling professor Harry let him go of his hand and groaned lightly.

“Thought we were busted…” Harry whispered as if the teachers could hear him if he spoke any louder.

“Yeah… I should get back to Slytherin.” Draco slowly stood and on impulse held his hand out to Harry to help him up. Harry gave his hand a surprised look as if it had eight fingers in stead of five. “I don’t bite!”……’unless you want me to…. Wait a minute….. Did I just think that…ewww!’ He helped Harry up and nodded a goodbye, turning on his heel and heading out into the hallway towards Slytherin. Draco had a lot of things to think about, let alone the growing in his pants. Harry looked down at his pants after the tempting Draco Malfoy left; he could tell it was going to be a long night for him…

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Back in his room at Slytherin Draco paced in his room, muttering curses about anything and everything. He quickly undressed into his boxers and continued to pace.
“All right…… I’m not gay… I don’t like guys… but then again Harry was looking pretty good with a cig in his mouth…. Wait no! I didn’t say that! And then there was me rubbing against him? What the hell is wrong with me…?” ‘Though I enjoyed it’ thought Draco; there’s been no denying it because one look downward and it was pretty obvious that he enjoyed it. He felt disgusted with himself for letting his body take control over the situation.
“How could I touch him?! His face nonetheless…” but his mind argued with him yet again on him liking the affect that Harry had on him. Draco fell back on the bed and stared up at the black canopy, his hand moving to rub his arousal over his boxers. He hissed softly at his own touch, thinking about Pansy in many positions. He had sex with her on a few occasions when he was truly desperate and horny. His hand moved under his boxers and he concentrated on his release but it wouldn’t come. He ned ned and paused to think, he didn’t care if he had to think of McGonagall in a thong to get a release he’d do it. His mind wondered to Harry Potter and Draco sighed.
“All right, fine, I fucking admit it. I have a fucking crush on scar head!” Draco glared at the canopy and pictured what it would be like to look down and see his hardness between Harry’s lips. Draco moaned loudly, the thought turning him on more and more before all he could do was clutch the sheets with his free hand and gasp out Harry’s name.

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Another Author Note: Please review… how will I know to continue if no one says anything? Till the next time!

~Nikita