Bleed Me An Ocean
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
32
Views:
25,217
Reviews:
334
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Dinner and a Show
Later in The Great Hall. . .
Goddamnit it all to Hell!, Draco fumed as he took his seat at the Slytherin table, Of all the people to have seen that it just HAD to be Potter!
The last thing Draco had wanted to do was embarrass himself like that. He wondered if Potter had known he was drunk on the way to school and that he hadn't been taking a nap, that in fact, he'd passed out cold. His head was aching and he felt more than a little shaky.
What he really wanted to do right then was escape to his dorm, close the curtains, curl up with a bottle and lose himself in oblivion. He knew he wouldn’t be bothered by his housemates, as the majority had decided to not speak to him. Apparently, word of his “incident” with the Muggle music was spreading fast. Great friends he had. Nothing but a bunch of leeches, he thought sulkily, Hangers on and nothing more. Gods he hated his life.
Slouching down in his seat he looked across the room at Potter talking and laughing with his stupid friends. He was gorgeous and Draco's heart gave an involuntary lurch even as his groin stirred. He licked his lips with longing, a desire to taste the dark haired boy's very soul if he could. But he knew he couldn't and that only hurt more.
He admitted to himself then, he was in love with Harry Potter. He knew he was staring, gawking even, but after the realization he'd just had, he didn't really give a damn. He. Loved. Potter. He had known for years that he wanted him, and badly, but coming to the conclusion that it was more than just a crush had left him dumbfounded. Then he noticed a pair of bright green eyes staring back into his own pale grey ones.
Oh no. He caught me, Draco groaned inwardly as he quickly looked down at his plate, wishing more than ever that he could go to his room and stay there forever. Just him, a bottle and the small silver dagger he kept with him at all times. There was something in those brilliant green orbs that he couldn’t define; he wanted, more than ever, to be able to look into those eyes and be lost, the world be damned. Licking his lips nervously this time, he glanced back up to see Potter still watching him, his eyes bright with curiosity.
"Fuck this!," Draco muttered and shoved himself away from the table, unable to take the emerald green gaze. He had to get out of there, and now. Screw Dumbledore's speech and piss on dinner. He stormed out of the dining hall toward the Slytherin dormitory, his face burning and every fiber of his being shaking.
A/N: I know this one is really short. The next is coming up soon and it's longer.
Goddamnit it all to Hell!, Draco fumed as he took his seat at the Slytherin table, Of all the people to have seen that it just HAD to be Potter!
The last thing Draco had wanted to do was embarrass himself like that. He wondered if Potter had known he was drunk on the way to school and that he hadn't been taking a nap, that in fact, he'd passed out cold. His head was aching and he felt more than a little shaky.
What he really wanted to do right then was escape to his dorm, close the curtains, curl up with a bottle and lose himself in oblivion. He knew he wouldn’t be bothered by his housemates, as the majority had decided to not speak to him. Apparently, word of his “incident” with the Muggle music was spreading fast. Great friends he had. Nothing but a bunch of leeches, he thought sulkily, Hangers on and nothing more. Gods he hated his life.
Slouching down in his seat he looked across the room at Potter talking and laughing with his stupid friends. He was gorgeous and Draco's heart gave an involuntary lurch even as his groin stirred. He licked his lips with longing, a desire to taste the dark haired boy's very soul if he could. But he knew he couldn't and that only hurt more.
He admitted to himself then, he was in love with Harry Potter. He knew he was staring, gawking even, but after the realization he'd just had, he didn't really give a damn. He. Loved. Potter. He had known for years that he wanted him, and badly, but coming to the conclusion that it was more than just a crush had left him dumbfounded. Then he noticed a pair of bright green eyes staring back into his own pale grey ones.
Oh no. He caught me, Draco groaned inwardly as he quickly looked down at his plate, wishing more than ever that he could go to his room and stay there forever. Just him, a bottle and the small silver dagger he kept with him at all times. There was something in those brilliant green orbs that he couldn’t define; he wanted, more than ever, to be able to look into those eyes and be lost, the world be damned. Licking his lips nervously this time, he glanced back up to see Potter still watching him, his eyes bright with curiosity.
"Fuck this!," Draco muttered and shoved himself away from the table, unable to take the emerald green gaze. He had to get out of there, and now. Screw Dumbledore's speech and piss on dinner. He stormed out of the dining hall toward the Slytherin dormitory, his face burning and every fiber of his being shaking.
A/N: I know this one is really short. The next is coming up soon and it's longer.