Falling

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CHAPTER 2

The lake was cold still, though the air outside was warm. Harry was busy swimming away his frustrations and anger. He had nearly killed Draco Malfoy. And it didn’t bother him at all. In fact, he wish he hadn’t gotten caught before he had the chance to.

Another lap in the icy water.

It wouldn’t bring Ron back. Harry knew that. But it would have felt so good. Watch the ferret faced little bastard die. He was, after all , the bane of Harry’s existence. Tuning out all of his thoughts, Harry continued doing laps until his body ached, and his lungs were about to burst. Climbing out of the water, Harry wrapped a towel around his middle hardly noticing the fact his ribs were beginning to protrude from his body. His hip bones jutted upward, revealing pale smooth skin leading into the dark depths of Harry’s boxers.

“Going to drown yourself Potter?” The slow lazy drawl asked from a nearby tree.

How long had Draco been standing there watching? “Do you have ha death wish Malfoy?” Harry growled, rubbing his hair dry. Sadly enough he had left his wand up in his room, and there was no way he would be able to kill Draco here.

“Perhaps.” Draco sauntered forward, his hips swaying in an almost feminine way as he inched closer.

“I would suggest you go back up to the castle Malfoy before I hurt you.”

“I never thought I would get to see your fall from grace Potter.” Draco was so close Harry could smell the saltiness of Draco’s skin. “They’re going to expel you from here. I heard that old fart Dumbledore-”

“Don’t say his name around me.” Harry growled, taking a step away from Draco. He was looking for his clothes, but they were gone.

“What’s that? The Golden Boy-”

Suddenly Harry tackled Draco, tired of hearing his mocking voice. The Slytherin hit the ground with a gasp. “You better be happy I forgot my wand, but I’m still inclined to beat the shit out of you Malfoy, so shut the fuck up.”

“Tired of all the fa-” Draco didn’t get to finish his sentence before Harry’s fist connected with his jaw. The pain was breathtaking and erotic to Draco. He smirked, tasting the blood from his busted lip seeping into his mouth. Harry thought Draco was about to punch him back, when he suddenly grabbed the Gryffindor’s face, pressing the bloody lips to Harry’s.

The liquid was sweet and warm. Harry didn’t fight Draco as he slid his tongue into the warm recesses of the Gryffindor’s mouth. He was teasing him. Drawing out moans of excitement and pleasure from Harry.

Gasping for breath, Harry pulled away sharply, but Draco wasn’t finished. His mouth fastened upon the dip between the Gryffindor’s neck and shoulder. Biting hard enough to draw out a pleasurable groan. “What are you doing?” Harry asked, unable to stop his body from arching into Draco’s mouth which was now nibbling down his still damp chest.

“Fuck if I know.” Draco muttered, sinking his teeth into the soft flesh of Harry’s side. Without thinking, Harry pulled Draco’s mouth back to his own, needing to taste it again. There was no gentleness between the two, just a ferocious need to touch and feel. The bulge in Draco’s pants was hard to mistake. Harry ground himself against it, pleased to see Draco’s eyes close and his head fall back. All rational thoughts had left him. Draco was pushing him now, rolling them until he was straddling the Gryffindor. The boxers Harry was wearing now landed in the dirt. Followed by Draco’s shirt and pants. Harry, for some reason, wasn’t surprised to see that Draco didn’t wear underwear.

In a frenzy, Harry nipped at random parts of exposed skin. Painfully biting Draco’s nipple once. The Slytherin cried out, half in pain, half in pleasure. They rolled again, and Harry didn’t bother to ready himself or Draco before pushing himself past the tight ring of muscle. He felt the flesh tear around him, adjusting to accommodate the Gryffindor.

The tears in Draco’s eyes didn’t stop Harry from pounding into the inviting warmth. A scream rose in Draco’s throat, echoing through the forest. Groaning, Harry felt himself fall over the edge of a passion he hadn’t known possible. Thrusting as deep as their bodies would let him, Harry nearly collapsed from the powerful orgasm that shot through him.

Looking down into the mocking silver eyes staring up at him, Harry felt pure disgust rise in his throat, burning his insides like acid. What the hell had just gotten into him? In an instant he was out of Draco, standing. Blood was seeping onto the ground, and drying on Harry.

Picking up his boxers, Harry quickly covered himself, and his shame. He had just fucked Draco Malfoy…and what was worse, he liked it. “What’s this, Harry Potter doesn’t cuddle after sex?”

Harry looked down at Draco, who was laying back his elbows languidly. “Shut up Malfoy.”

“No words of kindness to your lover?”

“We are not lovers Malfoy.” Harry said, still looking for the rest of his clothes.

“Well we-”

Spinning around, Harry didn’t give him a chance to finish. “What that was, was just a moment of weakness. I can assure you I’m going back to my room and scald your touch off of me.”

Standing with the samsy gsy grace he walked with, Draco lightly scratched his fingers down Harry’s chest. Before Harry thought, he pulled back and punched Draco in the mouth once more. “Don’t you ever talk to me again Malfoy. Don’t come any where close to me. If you do, I’ll kill you.”

Holding his bruised cheek, he smirked. “I won’t have to come to you, you’ll come to me next time.”

Throwing one last glance at Draco, Harry didn’therther to find his clothes. He walked toward the castle, hoping no one would ask where his clothes disappeared to.