Falling

“Are you going to kick me out or not?” Harry asked, rather irritably. He was in Dumbledore’s office. The old wizard was leaning forward, resting his chin on his steepled fingers. He had brought Harry in to talk about his absences from classes.

“I don’t believe that will help you any Harry. I realize you’ve lost-”

“You have no idea what I’ve lost.” Harry said, his voice hard and cold.

“Your continuing absence from your classes had worried the other teachers, myself included.”

“I don’t want your worry. In fact, I don’t want anything to do with your or this school.” Standing, Harry didn’t bother to meet the usually twinkling blue eyes. “If you’ll excuse me.” With that, Harry turned and walked away. It was funny how not too long ago, this had been a safe haven for him to go to. Now he couldn’t stand the sight of the usual decorations, or the man that sat behind the desk.

The halls were quiet. Dinner was being served in the Great Hall, but Harry didn’t want to eat. In fact, his thoughts were mainly of the Slytherin scum he had so idiotically slept with just the day before. The taste of his pale salty skin remained on Harry’s tongue. Teasing him. The feel of flesh against flesh flashed a constant memory.

“Harry,” the slow silky drawl was behind him.

Turning, Harry looked into the silver eyes he had been thinking about all day. They were the most intriguing color. Swirling depths of mercury and amusement. “Malfoy.”

“Still not bothering to call me Draco. Even after all we shared?” Draco braced himself against the wall. His supple body almost beckoning Harry.

Closing his eyes, Harry had to regain control. “We fucked Draco. Nothing was shared.” Oh god, had he just said Draco? No, this wasn’t turning out right. Where was the sudden urge to kill Draco? Why wasn’t he beating the shit out of the fragile body that had welcomed him so wondrously yesterday?

“Are you thinking about it now? Me calling out your name? I love saying your name when you’re deep inside of m-”

“Shut up.” Harry growled. He wanted to move closer, take those soft lips and devour them. Lose himself in the sweet scent of sophistication. Replace that look of amusement with desire.

“You might want to close your robes Harry.” The Slytherin drawled, his eyes racking down Harry’s body.

“Damnit Draco.” It was too much, Harry stalked over to Draco, grabbing his arms and pushing them above the pale blond head. A low groan escaped the Gryffindor as his mouth attached to those hungry lips he dreamt about. The smaller boy withered in pleasure under the hardness of Harry’s body. Letting the struggling arms go, Harry roughly pulled him closer, resting his leg between Draco’s thighs. He nudged his knee higher, pleased when Draco’s head fell back, his eyes closed. His mouth opened, letting out the gentle sighs of pleasure as Harry placed kisses down the soft skin of Draco’s neck.

Suddenly Harry was pushed away. Draco bent over, panting uncontrollably. “Fuck.” He whispered. “This wasn’t supposed to happen.”

“What are you talking about?” Harry asked, running a shaking hand through his hair.

“None of your damn business Potter.” The sharpness startled Harry, who had grown use to the sexy silk in Draco’s voice.

“What? No more Harry? What’s the matter, lover?” Harry took a step closer, needing to regain control over the situation. He had let Draco tease him, work him up, and push him away. He wasn’t going to let the blond win.

“Like I’d ever really want you.” Draco snarled, adjusting his shirt and pretending his body wasn’t on fire with desire. This was just supposed to be a joke. Teach Harry a lesson. Get him built up and let him fall.

But Harry didn’t seem phased by it at all. He was smirking, obviously holding the upper hand. Draco couldn’t fight off the roaming hands as they at worked the buttons of the Slytherin’s pants. A warm, strong hand, was holding him, massaging. “Face it Draco, you’re mine.” Harry’s teeth nipped at Draco’s earlobe.

Suddenly Harry’s hand was replaced by the most amazing mouth Draco had ever felt his entire life. Groaning, Draco shoved his fingers through the onyx, tightening his grasp. His head fell back, his eyes fluttering closed. His breath sticking in his throat.

Cool air startled Draco, who opened his eyes. Harry was very neatly placing the throbbing erection back into Draco’s pants. His lips were working Draco’s open, and he could taste himself in Harry’s mouth. “Say it,” he whispered against the Slytherin’s cheek. “Tell me you’re mine.”

“Oh fuck, Harry, I’m yours.”

Draco coulel tel the smile against his ear. “Good. Because I don’t want you.”

Pushing back from the wall, Harry ignored the insistent voice in his head to take Draco right then and there. Smirking at the rumpled Slytherin, “you’re not good enough to lick my shoes,” he repeated Draco’s words.

Watching him walk off, Draco slid to the floor, feeling dirtier than he ever had in his life.

**R/R