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Tear Stains
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
14,213
Reviews:
42
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
4
***WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO...OOOOOOOOOOO....sorry it\'s taken so long people,
No one could tell that the two boys had spent an entire night making love, searching each other’s bodies, testing and teasing. Except the fact that they had dark cirlces under their eyes. Harry didn’t talk to Draco when they were in class, and Draco sneered at Harry just as he always had. It seemed, to everyone, that the teacher’s idea to put them together was failing miserably.
Every chance either one of them got, they were stealing slow, passionate kisses. Dark corners. Outside where no one could see them. Once in Snape’s class, right before anyone came in. The excitement of almost getting caught was a turn on to Draco, who immediately trapped Harry in a bathroom stall in between Transfiguration and DADA.
Hermione and Ron both noticed Harry’s rumpled clothes, flushed face, and odd grin when he walked into DADA. “What’s going on Harry? You look…”
“Like he’s gotten some ‘Mione.” Ron said, chuckling. “So who’s the lucky girl?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” But the blush on Harry’s face was enough to give him away. “Oh look, better get to my seat, class is starting.”
For the rest of the day Harry tried to stay as far away from Ron and Hermione as he could. They were just too smart, and would quickly figure out what was going on. He was sure the entire school must know. The heat from the two was thick and sensual. The gazes could have set fire. However, no one caught on.
Back in their room together, Draco was massaging Harry’s shoulders. His lips were coaxing tiny mews of pleasure out of the Gryffindor. “Harry.”
“Yes?”
“Do you think you would mind us telling people? I mean…it would be quite funny if we were suddenly making out. Can you imagine the look on Granger’s face? Or Goyles? I mean…it would be priceless.”
“Perhaps if we acted as if we were going out to fight again, and start making out?”
“It would be funny.”
“You want people to know how you feel about me?” Harry asked, turning slightly and looking up into the amused silver eyes.
“Malfoy’s don’t feel shame for what they feel, even if it’s love to a certain saint Potter.”
“You do love me then?”
“I do.” Draco admitted. There was a hint of vulnerability in his voice. Fear.
Leaning forward, Harry caught the blonde’s lips and kissed them gently. “I love you too.”
*******
The next morning, Harry arrived in the great hall before Draco did. He was smiling softly, and looked as if he hadn’t gotten any sleep at all. Ron and Hermione were both worried now. Perhaps living with Malfoy was taking it’s toll out on Harry. “Harry you know you could tell us if there was something the matter, right?”
“Of course.” Harry said, picking at his eggs. He wasn’t too hungry. He was too anxious. He knew any minute now Draco would come bursting into the room, telling hi go go outside. This was the moment of truth. If the school didn’t know he was gay, this was the day.
“Well Harry, you look horrible! Come on, tell us what’s the matter.”
“Oh, huh? I haven’t been sleeping well, that’s all. Got things on my mind, and all.” And on my body. Like Draco’s lips. His hands. His…shaking himself Harry felt another blush crawl up his neck.
A rather livid blond suddenly appeared at the door. A scowl fixed on his face. He stalked gracefully over to the table. Harry tried to keep his smile off his lips. But…there was something wrong. He could tell. There was something in Draco’s eyes that wasn’t quite right. An angry gleam that should be there. Before Harry could open his mouth Draco’s palm connected to the Gryffindor’s cheek. The force stung, bringing tears to the emerald eyes. “Don’t ever come near me again.” His words were little more than a whisper, then he was running.
Jumping up, Harry ran after him. He caught up with him outside, the shinihining off the silver hair. Grabbing the Slytherin’s arm, Harry spun him to face the confused dark-haired boy. “What in the bloody hell was that about?”
“You’re dating Zambini!”
“What?!” Harry yelled, taken a back. “No I’m not!”
“They said-”
“Who in Merlin’s name are they?”
“Blaise and Pansy.”
“And you trusted them? What did you tell them? That you and I were dating?”
“I happened to mention it, yes.” Draco was feeling more and more like a fool as the seconds went on.
“You believed them? My gods Draco, I thought you had more sense than that.” Harry was now clutching the blonde’s shoulders. People were watching. In one swift motion, Harry was kissing Draco.
The pale arms wrapped around Harry. Draco couldn’t help but feel proud that his acting skills had been so good.
***I don\'t own the characters, my name is STACY not, JK ROWLING...okay? So we\'ve got that straight? So yeah, r/r...I know this chapter was a little weird...but I\'m feeilng really odd tonight. If you hate it, I\'ll scrap it, and redo it some time within the next decade...okay?
No one could tell that the two boys had spent an entire night making love, searching each other’s bodies, testing and teasing. Except the fact that they had dark cirlces under their eyes. Harry didn’t talk to Draco when they were in class, and Draco sneered at Harry just as he always had. It seemed, to everyone, that the teacher’s idea to put them together was failing miserably.
Every chance either one of them got, they were stealing slow, passionate kisses. Dark corners. Outside where no one could see them. Once in Snape’s class, right before anyone came in. The excitement of almost getting caught was a turn on to Draco, who immediately trapped Harry in a bathroom stall in between Transfiguration and DADA.
Hermione and Ron both noticed Harry’s rumpled clothes, flushed face, and odd grin when he walked into DADA. “What’s going on Harry? You look…”
“Like he’s gotten some ‘Mione.” Ron said, chuckling. “So who’s the lucky girl?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” But the blush on Harry’s face was enough to give him away. “Oh look, better get to my seat, class is starting.”
For the rest of the day Harry tried to stay as far away from Ron and Hermione as he could. They were just too smart, and would quickly figure out what was going on. He was sure the entire school must know. The heat from the two was thick and sensual. The gazes could have set fire. However, no one caught on.
Back in their room together, Draco was massaging Harry’s shoulders. His lips were coaxing tiny mews of pleasure out of the Gryffindor. “Harry.”
“Yes?”
“Do you think you would mind us telling people? I mean…it would be quite funny if we were suddenly making out. Can you imagine the look on Granger’s face? Or Goyles? I mean…it would be priceless.”
“Perhaps if we acted as if we were going out to fight again, and start making out?”
“It would be funny.”
“You want people to know how you feel about me?” Harry asked, turning slightly and looking up into the amused silver eyes.
“Malfoy’s don’t feel shame for what they feel, even if it’s love to a certain saint Potter.”
“You do love me then?”
“I do.” Draco admitted. There was a hint of vulnerability in his voice. Fear.
Leaning forward, Harry caught the blonde’s lips and kissed them gently. “I love you too.”
*******
The next morning, Harry arrived in the great hall before Draco did. He was smiling softly, and looked as if he hadn’t gotten any sleep at all. Ron and Hermione were both worried now. Perhaps living with Malfoy was taking it’s toll out on Harry. “Harry you know you could tell us if there was something the matter, right?”
“Of course.” Harry said, picking at his eggs. He wasn’t too hungry. He was too anxious. He knew any minute now Draco would come bursting into the room, telling hi go go outside. This was the moment of truth. If the school didn’t know he was gay, this was the day.
“Well Harry, you look horrible! Come on, tell us what’s the matter.”
“Oh, huh? I haven’t been sleeping well, that’s all. Got things on my mind, and all.” And on my body. Like Draco’s lips. His hands. His…shaking himself Harry felt another blush crawl up his neck.
A rather livid blond suddenly appeared at the door. A scowl fixed on his face. He stalked gracefully over to the table. Harry tried to keep his smile off his lips. But…there was something wrong. He could tell. There was something in Draco’s eyes that wasn’t quite right. An angry gleam that should be there. Before Harry could open his mouth Draco’s palm connected to the Gryffindor’s cheek. The force stung, bringing tears to the emerald eyes. “Don’t ever come near me again.” His words were little more than a whisper, then he was running.
Jumping up, Harry ran after him. He caught up with him outside, the shinihining off the silver hair. Grabbing the Slytherin’s arm, Harry spun him to face the confused dark-haired boy. “What in the bloody hell was that about?”
“You’re dating Zambini!”
“What?!” Harry yelled, taken a back. “No I’m not!”
“They said-”
“Who in Merlin’s name are they?”
“Blaise and Pansy.”
“And you trusted them? What did you tell them? That you and I were dating?”
“I happened to mention it, yes.” Draco was feeling more and more like a fool as the seconds went on.
“You believed them? My gods Draco, I thought you had more sense than that.” Harry was now clutching the blonde’s shoulders. People were watching. In one swift motion, Harry was kissing Draco.
The pale arms wrapped around Harry. Draco couldn’t help but feel proud that his acting skills had been so good.
***I don\'t own the characters, my name is STACY not, JK ROWLING...okay? So we\'ve got that straight? So yeah, r/r...I know this chapter was a little weird...but I\'m feeilng really odd tonight. If you hate it, I\'ll scrap it, and redo it some time within the next decade...okay?