An Unlikely Love
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Chapter Two
Chapter two folks!! Enjoy! :D
None of them really knew when it all started; it might’ve always just been there, just without any of them knowing it. It started in their sixth year as just another fight. They were collided in the halls after the last afternoon class in the dungeons, the Gryffindor trio and the Slytherin crowd. The usual provoking comments and Malfoy was thrown against the wall by a pissed Harry.
He was getting sick and tired of the teasing, for some reason he gotten even more pissed this year, he had almost managed to ignore it completely at a point, but when he ran into Malfoy in Diagon Alley at the end of the summer vacation all the hate he felt inside for this guy had rushed back into him. Now when he looked into those cold, grey eyes he felt the hot anger rise and heated his entire body.
Only a few inches of electrifying air parted their bodies. There was a strange sensation in the hall, but they were too preoccupied with each other to notice. Then, suddenly the glare in the grey eyes turned into something which seemed as confusion and wonder, but before Harry could think more about it, Malfoy graphed his scarf and closed the gap between them. When he felt the cold lips against his own, Harry was surprised at first, but for some reason he couldn’t help but to kiss back. He’d never felt anything like this. The world around him disappeared and the only thing existing was the battle of dominance in his mouth; the other tongues caress’ and this strange comforting feeling of completion and rightness.
They broke apart in need of air and for a second stared at each other in confusion, before realizing they were not alone.
“What the…?”
“What the fuck was that?!” Blaise exclaimed when the Slytherins were back in their common room.
Draco was ripped out of his thoughts. Everyone had gathered around him, expecting an explanation. How should he know? He didn’t even know himself why he went and kissed Potter like that and why Potter had kissed him back. Why?
“I…” he began, “He was so fucking annoying, shouting like that… It was the only way I could make him shut up...!” The others seemed to accept that explanation and began to laugh once again their blond prince had managed to sweep away the feet of the famous Harry Potter. Only Blaise didn’t seem to take part in the laugh’s, of cause he didn’t, he knew, as well as Draco, that the silence excuse was a lie and he was at least as confused about it as Draco himself.
In the Gryffindor tower the trio sat at their usually spot by the fire, Harry between his two friends.
“What the bloody hell was that?!” exclaimed Ron. They both looked at Harry for an explanation.
Harry just stared empty into the fire.
“I… I don’t know…” he whispered.
“We all saw that it was Malfoy who started, but you didn’t refuse! You actually looked as you enjoyed it!” said Hermione worried. I did, Harry thought. Wait a sec. he enjoyed Malfoy kissing him? It made no sense at all!
“I don’t know” Harry said thoughtful, “I really don’t know what happened or why I kissed him back…” His friends seemed to accept it for now, even though Ron looked at bit sceptical.
“If he ever does something like that again, I swear I’ll beat him up!” Ron said heroic. Harry laughed at his friend knowing him very well.
Though the evening had been rather happy in the Gryffindor common room, with games and laughter, Harry found himself in his bed in the middle of the night, haven’t closed an eye. Every time he closed his eyes he saw those shinning grey eyes and felt the cold lips against his – the taste of sweet bitterness.
For some reason Harry felt that this was far from the end, but only the beginning, but the beginning of what?
Harry was alone in the changing room. He’d been training seeker alone all afternoon, mostly to get some fresh air and free his mind from every thought. For this, flying around in the free air and feel the wind against his face, was the best medication. The last couple of weeks he’d been so caught up in the same thoughts, concerning a certain blond Slytherin that he hadn’t slept or eaten probably since the incident. Harry had just finished collecting his things, when a voice broke the silence.
“So it’s here one can find you…” Draco said with a smirk. He’d been standing there for a while, secretly watching Harry getting dressed and felt how his body was getting warmer and warmer for every second.
Harry turned and glared at him.
“What are you doing here Malfoy?!”
“No need to get all defensive Potter, just wanna talk…” Harry raised an eyebrow in disbelief. Draco smirked and walked up to Harry.
“You look tired.” He said, “Haven’t slept for two weeks?”
“I could ask you the same question Malfoy…” Harry shot back, “And I repeat: what are you doing here?”
“You know why I’m here Potter and you know I haven’t slept and you know why, ‘cause it’s the same for you…” Draco said, eyes shinning and stepped closer to Harry.
Before Harry could react he felt those cold lips against his own. Once again the world disappeared around him and only the hot tongue roaming his mouth existed.
Hands slipped under white shirts and when they broke apart Harry found himself staring up in a couple grey eyes, breathing hard.
Meanwhile in Professor Dumbledore’s office the door opened and Professor Trelawney entered.
“I’ve just seen the most unlikely thing!” She whined and lay down her bowel in front of the headmaster. “Oh?” Dumbledore looked up from the book he was reading, “What is it now Sibyll?”
“Look!” She exclaimed and pointed at the bowel eagerly, “Look!!” Dumbledore smiled and shook his head as he looked into the white-smoked bowel. Slowly small scenes started to appear inside the glass.
“Well, that is certainly a surprise” he said and looked up at Trelawney, “are you sure about this?” Trelawney looked at him offended. Dumbledore nodded and turned his attention back to the bowel.
“To think that those two would ever…? Guess it’s true what they say, love and hate aren’t really that different… It isn’t gonna be easy. In fact it’s already destined to break…” Once again he looked up and met the eyes behind the large glasses, “When is it gonna start? Can we prevent it?” Trelawney shook her head.
“It has already started sir…”
As days went on, Harry often met with Draco somewhere hidden, like the room of requirement and hang out cudgelling and making out – not doing so much else. Slowly Harry started to feel as he was being used…
It had been almost a month since the encounter in the quiddict (A/N: How is it spelled?) changing room and lot of secrets meetings since then, when Harry one morning during breakfast received yet another note:
The usual place 21:30
Harry took in a deep sigh. Even though he somewhat enjoyed their times together, he couldn’t help the feeling of uncertainty that was slowly tearing his heart apart, the feeling of being used and toyed with. It became more and more clear to Harry that it was what it was all about; Draco didn’t feel anything towards him beside sexual desires. Sure enough they hadn’t gone as far as to have sex directly, but they had almost done anything else… Harry truly wanted to have real sex with Draco, but not if he didn’t loved him for real. It might sound girlish, but that was how it was, Harry was a virgin after all…
It had to stop. If this kept going Harry would end up with a heart torn in thousand pieces, and that was something he didn’t wish for… He had to break it down to Draco clearly and it had to be before their meeting tonight or else he might not be able to do it.
The opportunity came rather quickly. It was only a couple of hours after lunch that Harry saw Draco surrounded by some Slytherins in the gardens. Perfect. He would better be able to do it, if they weren’t alone. Then Draco wouldn’t be able to make him think otherwise, with his cruel methods…
Harry left his friends and walked up to the small crowd of Slytherins with determined steps. I have to do this; Harry said to himself, I can do this…
He reached the crowd and pushed Malfoy hard.
“I’ve had it!” He shouted to an overwhelmed Malfoy,”It’s over! No more!”
Malfoy, who was very well aware that they were not alone, put up his best act.
“What are you talking about crazy Potter!?”
“You know damn well what I’m talking about, Malfoy! Cut the crap acting! I’m sick and tired being your toy; don’t ever dare to talk to me again! Leave me the fuck alone!”
With that Harry walked away, back to his friends, leaving a stunned Malfoy and a handful of confused Slytherins.
(A/N: This was the second chapter of my fic! How do you like it? I've jumpedback in time to the time when Harry and Draco started their relationship... You will wait to get the explanation and the other till the end... Gnek ,gnek... If you keep on R&R, I'll keep on writing!! Look forward to next chapter... I promise some tasty scenes... Now that this chapter was a bit thin... Just the foreplay, really... See ya' in next chap!)
None of them really knew when it all started; it might’ve always just been there, just without any of them knowing it. It started in their sixth year as just another fight. They were collided in the halls after the last afternoon class in the dungeons, the Gryffindor trio and the Slytherin crowd. The usual provoking comments and Malfoy was thrown against the wall by a pissed Harry.
He was getting sick and tired of the teasing, for some reason he gotten even more pissed this year, he had almost managed to ignore it completely at a point, but when he ran into Malfoy in Diagon Alley at the end of the summer vacation all the hate he felt inside for this guy had rushed back into him. Now when he looked into those cold, grey eyes he felt the hot anger rise and heated his entire body.
Only a few inches of electrifying air parted their bodies. There was a strange sensation in the hall, but they were too preoccupied with each other to notice. Then, suddenly the glare in the grey eyes turned into something which seemed as confusion and wonder, but before Harry could think more about it, Malfoy graphed his scarf and closed the gap between them. When he felt the cold lips against his own, Harry was surprised at first, but for some reason he couldn’t help but to kiss back. He’d never felt anything like this. The world around him disappeared and the only thing existing was the battle of dominance in his mouth; the other tongues caress’ and this strange comforting feeling of completion and rightness.
They broke apart in need of air and for a second stared at each other in confusion, before realizing they were not alone.
“What the…?”
“What the fuck was that?!” Blaise exclaimed when the Slytherins were back in their common room.
Draco was ripped out of his thoughts. Everyone had gathered around him, expecting an explanation. How should he know? He didn’t even know himself why he went and kissed Potter like that and why Potter had kissed him back. Why?
“I…” he began, “He was so fucking annoying, shouting like that… It was the only way I could make him shut up...!” The others seemed to accept that explanation and began to laugh once again their blond prince had managed to sweep away the feet of the famous Harry Potter. Only Blaise didn’t seem to take part in the laugh’s, of cause he didn’t, he knew, as well as Draco, that the silence excuse was a lie and he was at least as confused about it as Draco himself.
In the Gryffindor tower the trio sat at their usually spot by the fire, Harry between his two friends.
“What the bloody hell was that?!” exclaimed Ron. They both looked at Harry for an explanation.
Harry just stared empty into the fire.
“I… I don’t know…” he whispered.
“We all saw that it was Malfoy who started, but you didn’t refuse! You actually looked as you enjoyed it!” said Hermione worried. I did, Harry thought. Wait a sec. he enjoyed Malfoy kissing him? It made no sense at all!
“I don’t know” Harry said thoughtful, “I really don’t know what happened or why I kissed him back…” His friends seemed to accept it for now, even though Ron looked at bit sceptical.
“If he ever does something like that again, I swear I’ll beat him up!” Ron said heroic. Harry laughed at his friend knowing him very well.
Though the evening had been rather happy in the Gryffindor common room, with games and laughter, Harry found himself in his bed in the middle of the night, haven’t closed an eye. Every time he closed his eyes he saw those shinning grey eyes and felt the cold lips against his – the taste of sweet bitterness.
For some reason Harry felt that this was far from the end, but only the beginning, but the beginning of what?
Harry was alone in the changing room. He’d been training seeker alone all afternoon, mostly to get some fresh air and free his mind from every thought. For this, flying around in the free air and feel the wind against his face, was the best medication. The last couple of weeks he’d been so caught up in the same thoughts, concerning a certain blond Slytherin that he hadn’t slept or eaten probably since the incident. Harry had just finished collecting his things, when a voice broke the silence.
“So it’s here one can find you…” Draco said with a smirk. He’d been standing there for a while, secretly watching Harry getting dressed and felt how his body was getting warmer and warmer for every second.
Harry turned and glared at him.
“What are you doing here Malfoy?!”
“No need to get all defensive Potter, just wanna talk…” Harry raised an eyebrow in disbelief. Draco smirked and walked up to Harry.
“You look tired.” He said, “Haven’t slept for two weeks?”
“I could ask you the same question Malfoy…” Harry shot back, “And I repeat: what are you doing here?”
“You know why I’m here Potter and you know I haven’t slept and you know why, ‘cause it’s the same for you…” Draco said, eyes shinning and stepped closer to Harry.
Before Harry could react he felt those cold lips against his own. Once again the world disappeared around him and only the hot tongue roaming his mouth existed.
Hands slipped under white shirts and when they broke apart Harry found himself staring up in a couple grey eyes, breathing hard.
Meanwhile in Professor Dumbledore’s office the door opened and Professor Trelawney entered.
“I’ve just seen the most unlikely thing!” She whined and lay down her bowel in front of the headmaster. “Oh?” Dumbledore looked up from the book he was reading, “What is it now Sibyll?”
“Look!” She exclaimed and pointed at the bowel eagerly, “Look!!” Dumbledore smiled and shook his head as he looked into the white-smoked bowel. Slowly small scenes started to appear inside the glass.
“Well, that is certainly a surprise” he said and looked up at Trelawney, “are you sure about this?” Trelawney looked at him offended. Dumbledore nodded and turned his attention back to the bowel.
“To think that those two would ever…? Guess it’s true what they say, love and hate aren’t really that different… It isn’t gonna be easy. In fact it’s already destined to break…” Once again he looked up and met the eyes behind the large glasses, “When is it gonna start? Can we prevent it?” Trelawney shook her head.
“It has already started sir…”
As days went on, Harry often met with Draco somewhere hidden, like the room of requirement and hang out cudgelling and making out – not doing so much else. Slowly Harry started to feel as he was being used…
It had been almost a month since the encounter in the quiddict (A/N: How is it spelled?) changing room and lot of secrets meetings since then, when Harry one morning during breakfast received yet another note:
The usual place 21:30
Harry took in a deep sigh. Even though he somewhat enjoyed their times together, he couldn’t help the feeling of uncertainty that was slowly tearing his heart apart, the feeling of being used and toyed with. It became more and more clear to Harry that it was what it was all about; Draco didn’t feel anything towards him beside sexual desires. Sure enough they hadn’t gone as far as to have sex directly, but they had almost done anything else… Harry truly wanted to have real sex with Draco, but not if he didn’t loved him for real. It might sound girlish, but that was how it was, Harry was a virgin after all…
It had to stop. If this kept going Harry would end up with a heart torn in thousand pieces, and that was something he didn’t wish for… He had to break it down to Draco clearly and it had to be before their meeting tonight or else he might not be able to do it.
The opportunity came rather quickly. It was only a couple of hours after lunch that Harry saw Draco surrounded by some Slytherins in the gardens. Perfect. He would better be able to do it, if they weren’t alone. Then Draco wouldn’t be able to make him think otherwise, with his cruel methods…
Harry left his friends and walked up to the small crowd of Slytherins with determined steps. I have to do this; Harry said to himself, I can do this…
He reached the crowd and pushed Malfoy hard.
“I’ve had it!” He shouted to an overwhelmed Malfoy,”It’s over! No more!”
Malfoy, who was very well aware that they were not alone, put up his best act.
“What are you talking about crazy Potter!?”
“You know damn well what I’m talking about, Malfoy! Cut the crap acting! I’m sick and tired being your toy; don’t ever dare to talk to me again! Leave me the fuck alone!”
With that Harry walked away, back to his friends, leaving a stunned Malfoy and a handful of confused Slytherins.
(A/N: This was the second chapter of my fic! How do you like it? I've jumpedback in time to the time when Harry and Draco started their relationship... You will wait to get the explanation and the other till the end... Gnek ,gnek... If you keep on R&R, I'll keep on writing!! Look forward to next chapter... I promise some tasty scenes... Now that this chapter was a bit thin... Just the foreplay, really... See ya' in next chap!)