It\'s Only Love, What Is Everyone So Afraid Of?

Disclaimer: Don't own 'em






Disclaimer:
Don't own 'em...but oh the things I'd do to these boys if I did. *sigh* I
*hate* it when my inner child molester comes screaming to life.... (That was a
*joke* people, by the way...don't go damning me to hell or anything...I made em
legal)

 

By the way,
there is a lot of slashiness in this chapter. I have never really written
sex/love scenes period, and this is my very first venture into the world of
slash…so please let me know how this comes out…okay?

 

 

 

 

Chapter
3.....I know, trust me, I know.

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"I need
to use your loo"

 

 

"O...okay"
Harry was too flabbergasted to say anything else so he just pointed to the door
at his left.

 

 

Draco passed
by him in the direction of the toilet and in doing so roughly shoved an almost
empty bottle of Vodka into Harry's hands. Harry stared at it for a moment and
then sat the bottle down. Realizing he still had no shirt on, and probably
didn't have time to fetch a clean one, he swept his previous shirt off the
floor and threw it on. It was when he heard footsteps outside his portrait that
he remembered where he was supposed to be.

 

 

"Shit...Ginny!"
Stepping out of the portrait and into the Hall, Harry tried desperately to wipe
the silly grin off his face and put on a mask of minor woe.

 

 

"Ginny,
I really don't feel so well, so if you'd tell Mione and Ron, I think I'm just
going to stay in tonight...okay?" He began to hurry away. Ginny, however,
had other plans. Taking in his flushed appearance and open shirt she decided right
then and there that she would get her man. Strange, how Harry was thinking the
same thing.

 

 

"It's
alright Harry, love, I think I'll just stay with you a while then, if that's
okay."

 

 

'Shit, damn, fuck, for the love of
all that is holy....'
Harry cursed inwardly.

 

"Look Gin, I really really don't feel up
to company so maybesomeothertimebye!" and he hopped back through the
portrait as fast as he could, quickly placing a locking spell on it.

 

He glanced around the room and found his
target leaning in one of the doorways. Draco Malfoy was draped across the
opening like he was posing for a photograph. Harry wondered if he always looked
that graceful and *perfect* naturally, or if it was something he strived for.
Either way, it worked. Harry approached him hesitantly.

 

 

"So...ah...hi"
'damn
damn damn....must think of better lines' Harry smiled at him, unsure of
what to do next, and the other boys reasons for coming to his room in the first
place.

 

 

Malfoy took
a step out of the doorway and towards Harry.

 

 

"Hi"

 

 

Harry
must've blinked because in an instant Malfoy had lunged forward and grabbed him
by his hair, locking him in a searing and desperate kiss. Just as Harry started
to return the kiss, he pulled away *again*.

 

 

Still unsure
of what planet he was on Harry, half jokingly asked "Tea?"

 

 

Draco threw
his hands in the air and shouted "I don't like tea!" and sat on the
edge of Harry's bed.

 

 

"Well
as far as I knew, you didn't like boys either" Harry could have slapped
himself for the insensitive remark the instant it left his mouth. Almost
certain Draco would be half way out the door he screwed his eyes shut, only to
be surprised when he heard a small laugh from the boy.

 

 

"I'm
sorry....I just....didn't know where else to go. I needed to see you."

 

 

"Oh"
Harry sat down beside the shaken blonde boy who had his back to him.
Nonetheless, Harry could tell how ragged Draco's breathing was by just watching
the back of his shoulders.

 

 

"Well"
Harry began, "What's wrong then?"

 

 

"It's
just....I tried, I really did...I tried so hard...but I can't help it. I can't.
I was doing okay...until...until that day with you..." the distraught boy
trailed off with a sob.

 

 

"It's
okay Mal...er...Draco...you can tell me." Harry looked at him. He was so
beautiful...even in his anguish; Harry hadn't known that broken things could
still be so breathtaking until this moment. His heart went out to the boy, even
though he hadn't said the words, Harry knew all too well what he meant by the
few he did get out, having been through the sexuality battle, albeit at a
younger age and with considerably less awful peers.

 

 

"I'm
just so confused."

 

 

"I
know...I know"

 

 

Now Malfoy
was yelling again. "No, you don't know! *You're* not bloody confused!
You're not me!"

 

 

Ignoring his
bruised ego and returning his attention to the Slytherin in front of him he
gently placed a hand on Draco's shoulder and softly said "Okay
Draco...then tell me."

 

 

"It
was...it was over the summer. I can't believe I'm telling you this....god I
must be pissed out of my skull...over the summer. I went to the Quidditch camp
I always go to and we...we...we always take a trip." He paused to catch
his breath while Harry just nodded and rubbed his back as soothingly as he
could within his still shaky boundaries.

 

 

After a moment,
Draco resumed his story with a better grip on his emotions. "We always
take a trip, and I was hanging out with this bloke...I thought he was a mate,
y'know, Michael, and we had this massive bottle of wine. We took it down to the
lake, and he dared me to strip and jump in...so I did." He let out a bitter laugh. "He didn't jump, just snickered at me and
told me I was a prat for doing it. So I climbed out of the water and I was so
cold with the night air on me and he...he came to..." Draco faltered again,
losing his resolve and whimpering slightly. Harry went to hold him but was
stopped.

 

 

"Wait...let
me finish...I need to finish." Draco pushed his platinum hair back with
his hand and took a deep breath.

 

 

"He
began to...to dry me, and it felt...sexy...." the last word a whisper,
like he was ashamed of it, which Harry knew he probably was"....and
right...then he touched me, just around my waist...and it was the same...and he
kept touching me....all over...and it was perfect, so I ran."

 

 

"You
ran?"

 

 

Draco nodded
"I grabbed my stuff and took off...we didn't speak for the rest of the
trip...not once...and I told myself it was the wine, the place, the
water....something....anything but me...and that worked...but then you...in
here...and I...."

 

 

It was done now...Draco
couldn't and shouldn't force anything else out tonight and Harry knew it, so he
gingerly took Draco's face in his palms and leanedo hio him, stopping so close
to his lips that one almost couldn't tell they weren't touching, but stopping
none the less. He wanted to take the pressure off of Draco, but also make him
seal the deal...he wasn't going to go through the 'what did you do to me’ conversation in the morning. If Draco wanted
to kiss him, all he had to do was move forward a millimeter, if not, he could
pull away. Fortunately for Harry, he leaned forward, eagerly.

 

 

Harry had to
keep his reactions in check...or so he thought. He didn't want to scare the
wonderful boy in his arms into running away, so when Draco kissed him he
returned the kiss and embedded his fingers in his hair, while Draco's hands
found their way around Harry's waist and gripped almost painfully. After a
moment, Harry ran his tongue along Draco's bottom lip, asking for entrance. The
moan Draco emitted at the contact gave Harry more than enough room to explore
the other's mouth. Harry was surprised with the forcefulness of Draco's kisses.
It was almost as if his body was trying to tell Harry everything that his lips
found so hard to say.

 

 

His hands
roamed upwards along Harry's bare taught stomach, making the flesh quiver as if
it had never been touched before. It had been touched before...but never like
this. Still climbing upwards, those sinfully soft hands skimmed briefly over
Harry's nipples, making him shudder into the marathon kiss, until they reached
the dark haired boys shoulders easily slipping his already open shirt off of
his shoulders. Harry flung the sleeves now pooled at his writs off and into the
floor.

 

 

Finally
unable to stand it any longer, Draco broke the kiss but only to provide the
necessary room for him to pull his own sweater over his head, the black ribbed
sweater landing in a heap on the floor. Their skin hungry, after the brief but
painful loss of contact, they flew at each other once again. Draco let out a
soft moan, obviously letting his long held repressions loose. Harry kissed his
way from his deliciously swollen lips, across his cheek and along his jaw.
Draco let out a mew and bent his head back, giving the darker boy free reign
over his flesh. Soon enough, Harry's lips made their way to Draco's neck and to
the sensitive spot just below his ear. When he nipped at it, he could feel the
jolt of the blonde’s arousal; Draco’s eyes went wide and he felt the boy tense.
Holding onto his head firmly, Harry whispered ever so breathily just against
his ear.

 

 

"It's
okay, I've got you...just relax"

 

 

“I’m
sorry….I’m so sorry….”

 

 

“Never
apologize to me, not for how you feel. Never be sorry for that.” Harry planted
feathery kisses all along Draco’s neck
and collar bone trying to sooth the boy.

 

“Just
relax…” he repeated…and Draco did just that.

 

 

That night
the two lay awake until the early morning hours just touching and tasting,
caressing and teasing each other’s upper bodies. As much as Harry yearned to
ravish Draco right then and there, he fought it. He knew the passionate boy
would most likely let him, but he needed Draco's trust. He didn't want to scare
him, so he would take things slow. Still, just their chests touching made
Harry's body cry out the way it never had before, even through orgasm. He had a
feeling that this would not be a dull journey...no...not dull in the least.

 

 

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Draco
blinked his eyes. He remembered last night and smiled despite his headache. He
felt around for Harry, but felt only the empty bed next to him. Sitting up, he
called for the Gryffindor.

 

 

"Harry?"

 

 

A sound from
the bathroom. "Yeah?"

 

 

'Whew' Draco
calmed a bit. "Won't your silly friends be by here anytime now?"

 

 

"They
aren't silly and yeah, they're in here with me right now!"

 

 

'Shit Bugger Fuck Fuck Bugger'

 

 

Harry could
hear Draco scrambling for his shirt and hopping around his bedroom and couldn't
help but chuckle. "Mione says she wants to be next, but she's not sure
about your pure blood germs!" Harry said the last bit while brushing his
teeth but felt that Draco heard it well enough to know he was joking about his
friends. He spit in the sink and began to rinse his mouth.

 

 

"You
wanker!" Draco came rushing into the bathroom to trap Harry by the sink.
He leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss to his lips.

 

 

"Mnnn....minty
fresh."

 

 

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It was a
beautiful sight really, the two boys walking along together along the opposite
side of the lake where no one else was around. There was no affection...just
camaraderie to any nonexistent prying eyes.

 

 

"I'm
serious! Anyone suspects anything and no deal. If I hear so much as one teeny
rumor, it's off." Draco meant business.

 

 

Harry, ever
the optimist, heard what he wanted. "So it's on then?"

 

 

"Of
course it's on."

 

 

"What
about Parkinson?"

 

 

"No
contest." Draco ran his thumb over Harry's cheek for a split second before
lowering his hand. "You're a better kisser."

 

 

"You're
not so bad yourself."

 

 

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All too
soon, Monday came around again, and the students of Hogwarts irritatedly sifted
through the halls to their classes once more.

 

 

Harry was on
his way to Divination when he passed Draco and two of the other Slytherins
leaving Charms.

 

 

"Um....hi"
'God...must
really come up with better things to say to him!' Harry’s ever present
little voice scolded.

 

 

Draco walked
past him and said nothing. After his two companions rounded the corner, he
turned around. "I thought I asked you never to do that! Look Potter, we
had an agreement...I'm not ready for this....I can't deal with this right
now!"

 

 

Harry tried
to suppress his hurt. Draco was right, things were new, especially for
him...and he needed time. It was hard on him, being who he is and all. But
Harry didn't know how long he could take it if this was the way things were
going to be all the time.

 

 

"LooI'm I'm sorry....it's just...weekends are better...okay?"

 

 

Harry looked
hopeful. "This weekend then?"

 

 

Draco nodded
very quickly, and then headed down the corridor to his next class.

 

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TBC

 

 

 

 

 

Uh-oh!!
Trouble in Paradise? Hmmmnnn....I wonder....welp....lemme
know, okay? Love and Kisses, Reika