ORIGINAL: The Amour

Disclaimer: I own not the characters or the settings, but the plot only.

[Chapter Four]


Draco had never been more terrified in his life as he saw the Bludger smashing into Harry with a nauseating force. He watched as if in slow motion, Harry slumping onto his broom and then his body tilting dangerously and finally sliding completely.
“Potter!” he heard himself cry out. The only thing on his mind right now was Harry falling. He had to save him.

He shot downward after him with his arm outstretched. Harry was still too far away.

The ground was becoming threateningly close and he almost jumped off his broom in his desperation to reach Harry.

Finally, and just in the nick-of-time, he was able to grab Harry’s hand and pull him into his arms.

Jerking out of the near vertical dive, he descended to the ground and toppled onto the grass with Harry still held tightly to him.

He rolled Harry onto his back and realized that he was unconscious.

“Potter! Potter!” he said loudly as he shook the boy’s shoulders clamantly.

A group of people came rushing toward him and he sprang back.

Madame Hooch, Professor McGonagoll and Professor Dumbledore were coming towards them with worried looks on their faces.

“I didn’t do anything Professor!” he said instantly towards the Headmaster. “It was a Bludg-”

“We know, Mr. Malfoy.” Professor McGonagoll cut int. “Goodness, take him up to the Hospital Wing immediately!”

Professor Dumbledore conjured up a floating stretcher and they heaved Harry onto it.

Dumbledore turned to Madame Hooch. “Madame Hooch, will you accompany-”

“I’ll take him, Headmaster.” Draco said hastily stepping forward. “I can take him to Madame Pomfrey.”

Professor McGonagoll eyed him suspiciously.

“I don’t think-”

“Very well Draco, you may take him up to the castle. But hurry.”
Dumbledore interrupted a ruffled looking McGonagoll. He winked discreetly at him and then ushered the two teachers away back to the stands to calm the frantic spectators.

Draco stared at Dumbledore’s retreating back before realizing what he’d said and quickly waved his wand at the stretcher which began to float toward the stadium doors.

All along the way, he was looking at Harry’s face which was in deep comatose and his heart was pounding feverishly. If he hadn’t caught Harry. If Harry had crashed to the ground.... he shuddered to think of the aftermath of it.

With shaking hands, he gripped Harry’s senseless one gently until they were at the doors of the Hospital Wing. He pushed the doors open and Madame Pomfrey came bustling forward, her eyes widening at the sight of Harry.

“Oh my word! Oh dear! This is why I despise Quidditch so much! The horrible game!” she summoned the stretcher hurriedly toward the nearest bed and levitated Harry onto it. “A student will get killed one of these days! And then what will we do? It will be too late! Madness!”

She continued to mutter cholerically while taking off Harry’s robes and wrapping a large bandage around Harry’s chest.

Draco goggled at Harry’s naked torso. He’d never had been able to tell that Harry was so muscular and taut through the baggy shirts and robes he always wore. He blushed and closed his eyes, trying to subdue himself.

“There we go. Well you can return to wherever you need to be Mr. Malfoy.” Madame Pomfrey said gazing at him over her spectacles. She obviously knew that Draco was Harry’s loathed enemy and didn’t think that Draco wanted to be there any longer anyway.

“Oh but I want to stay.” he said, surprising her immensely.

“You want to stay.” she repeated, more as a statement then a question.

Draco nodded slowly. “I can can’t I? At least until he wakes up.”

Madame Pomfrey didn’t know what to say at first. Was Draco trying to be smart with her? Or was he really very serious?

Finally, frowning distrustfully, she told him that he could stay and watched him as he pulled up a stool next to Harry’s bed and sat down. He did look very worried; his face was pale and his eyes were filled with anxiety.

Draco waited until she had left the room to scoot his chair closer to Harry.

Harry’s face was no longer contorted with pain. He seemed to be in a peaceful sleep now. His breathing was dand and steady and his bandaged chest was rising up and down serenely.

“Potter.” he muttered softly, sure that he wouldn’t be able to hear him. “God you were dumb to not see that bloody Bludger.”

Harry rolled over toward Draco and sighed.

Draco thought for a moment that Harry had woken up but his eyes were still closed and his breathing even.

Draco reached for Harry’s hand tentatively again and held it in his own thin hand. Harry’s skin was soft and warm, just like he’d always imagined it to be. As if in reply, Harry’s flushed lips smiled adorably and Draco’s heart melted.

He would never admit to anyone, let alone Harry, what he truly felt for the Gryffindor. The feelings were too deep and insecure. Not to mention that his fellow housemates would probably throw him out of Slytherin and his fa wou would disown him. And Harry wouldn’t be too pleased about it either, because Harry hated and loathed Draco.

He’d known since the first faithful train ride to Hogwarts. He’d offered his friendship toward him but Harry had turned it down and given him a cold look that was still clear in Draco’s mind as to this day. Harry had chosen a Weasley over him.

He’d had a rightful fit later that night when he was alone in his very own dormitory which his father had gotten for him. He’d wd Had Harry to be his friend so badly from the moment he’d set eyes on the naive and innocent green eyed boy in Madame Malkin’s shop. Yet, he’d failed.

From then on, he’d decided to cover up his feelings from him and everyone else by being cruel and evil towards his first ever object of lust and he’d been able to keep it up nicely until rtly.tly. Now, no longer did it seem possible to tear his eyes away from the beautiful face.

With a saddened sigh, he leaned forward onto the bed and propped his head onto his free arm and closed his eyes.
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“Ugh...” Harry moaned as he came swirling back into consciousness. His whole body was aching crazily and his ribs felt as if they’d went to hell and back. It was pitch dark in the room.

He tried to move his hand but realized with panic that something clamped around it. He tried to move his legs but they felt like led. As if something was holding them down.

What the hell? He thought as he hesitantly groped his other hand at whatever was on his bed. Blood was pounding in his veins as his hand brushed something. Something soft. Something oddly like.... hair? A person?

Feeling more confident that it wasn’t a monster, he felt the person’s head more scrutinizingly. Unbelievably soft hair, smooth skin like a baby’s, a sharp nose, high cheek bones, pointy chin.

He gasped when the person gripped his hand tightly and the weight on his legs was lifted.

“Are you awake, Potter?” a voice drawled.

Harry held his breath. What the heck?

“Malfoy?” he hisquiequietly.

He heard him smirk. “Yes, Potter. It’s me.”

Harry yanked his hand out offoy&foy’s grasp. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“I’m merely watching over you Potter. You should be thankful.”

“I’m not a baby, I don’t need a fucking guardian.”

“Whatever Potter. Well you wouldn’t know since you were sleeping I guess. You were tossing and turning in your sleep, groaning in pain and I changed your bandages and put some more painkilling potion on your cut. Sure you don’t need anyone.”

“You-you what?” Harry stuttered in surprise. “W-why am I here in the first place?”

“Don’t you remember? You got hit by a Bludger and you fell off your broom.” Malfoy said calmly.

Harry’s mind raced as images of the game drifted back into his mind. He’d been attacked by the Bludger... after he’d caught the Snitch.

“But I caught the Snitch!” he said grinning widely.

“Yes, Potter. You caught the Snitch. Your bloody team one. Happy?”

“Yes. I am.”

“Bastard.”

“Fuck you Malfoy. If you’re here just so you can insult me, go away.” Harry said in a vexed tone.

Malfoy stayed silent. It was bothering Harry because he couldn’t see Malfoy at all through the darkness, so he couldn’t see the expression on his face.

Harry bit his lip. He was starting to get nervous. The uncanny
muteness was bothering him immensely.

“So I fell sixty feet and I miraculously survived?” he asked. He had to say something.

“Stop being so thick Potter. Ne would survive after falling that far.” Malfoy said incredulously.

“Then how did I...”

“Who care? It doesn’t matter.”

“Who saved me?”

&;I d;I don’t know.”

“But didn’t you see...?”

“...No.”

“You were right there-”

Malfoy huffed irritably. “Fuck Potter! You’re so stubborn! You just don’t give up do you?”

“No. I wanna know who saved me. And why aren’t you telling me? It’s impossible that you don’t know-” Harry paused realization washing over him. Along with embarrassment. It was a good thing that the room was dark, or Malfoy would have seen his cheeks flushing pink.

“It was you, wasn’t it?” he whispered.

“Wha- No.” Malfoy said quickly. Too quickly.

“Yeah it was.”

147;147;No it wasn’t. And why the hell would I? We’re enemies remember? or did that get knocked out of you when the Bludger nearly rammed you to death?”

“It was a Bludger?”

Malfoy didn’t reply and the two of them just sat their for a while in silence.

Harry cleared his throat. “Well erm- thanks.” he muttered.

He sensed Malfoy tense in cha chair next to his bed.

“Don’t mention it.”

“So you did!”

“God dammit! You are the most annoying prat I’ve ever talked to. Maybe it was better when we weren’t on thanking terms!” Malfoy snapped.

“Well thanks anyways.” Harry repeated. “But um- why though?
Why’d you save me? Like you said, we’re enemies.”

He heard Malfoy sigh in defeat. “I don’t know. Out of pure instinct?” he moved his hand and Harry felt it graze against his own hand. His heart jumped and started to beat furiously.

He felt confused. Malfoy being so close to him in the dark made him feel... nervous and anxious for some reason. His face was warm too.

He also didn’t understand why Malfoy had saved him, not to mention stayed by his side all through the night. It wasn’t like him at all. It was almost as if... as if he cared about Harry’s condition. But that couldn’t be right. Malfoy’s didn’t care for people.

Suddenly a searing pain cut across his lighting scar.

“Ow! Fuck!” he breathed in painfully, clapping his hand over his forehead.

“What’s the matter Potter?” Malfoy asked sharply.

“It-it’s nothing, just my forehead... It does that sometimes...” Harry mumbled.

“Here-” he heard the scraping of a chair and felt a warm hand touching the scar on his forehead gently. An electrifying spark ran through his body and he gave an invtarytary shudder. But the pain in his head was gone and he felt calmer then before.

“Better now?” Malfoy whispered softly.

“Uh, yeah....” Harry replied just as quietly. He suddenly realized how close he and Malfoy must be. His whole mouth went unbearably dry and he licked his lips.

“Potter...” Malfoy’s breath ghosted across his cheek. He felt Malfoy’s hand slide down from his forehead, down to his cheek, anen den down to his bandaged torso.

His heart was no longer beating properly. Chest heaving and sweat moistening his palms, he tried to swallow air.

MalfMalfoy...” the name escaped his lips so faintly that he wasn’t even sure he’d though it or really said it.

Oh god. He moaned inwardly and gripped the sheets in his hands. His eyes fluttered close and the next second, he felt irresistibly soft lips press tenderly against his own.

Senses one completely numb, he kissed back slowly, parting at every breath but never stopping. His own breath was shaky and nervous.

As if he sensed it, Malfoy extended his arm towards Ha#146#146;s face and cupped Harry’s chin delicately. Harry lifted his arm and slid his hand over Draco’s shoulder, across the nape of his neck and into his sleek hair.

Malfoy moaned seductively and Harry felt himself harden uncontrollably.

They deepened the kiss into a passionate duel of their fiery tongues, each searching and wanting all they could get from the other.

Draco pushed Harry gently back into a lying position and climbed on top of him. He straddled Harry’s stomach and stroked Harry’s chest, nibbling lips and eliciting a moan.

Harry had never felt so turned on in his life. He hungrily ran his hands up and down Draco’s back and pulled him closer. So close that Draco collapsed and was lying on top of him completely.

Their erections pressed against each others and both gasped at the sudden contact. Now, there was no stopping either of them.

Harry began unbuttoning Malfoy’s shirt and Malfoy stripped it off. Harry dragged his raw lips against the newly exposed skin and licked Malfoy’s hard nipple possessively.

A series of desperate moans were heard from Draco as he ran his fingers through his own .
He began undoing his belt and Harry tugged the slacks off of his slim hips.

Next went Harry’s and both were discarded carelessly onto the floor.

“Fucking shit.” Malfoy breathed. He slipped his hand beneath Harry’s boxers and massaged Harry deliberately and slowly.

Harry’s lips parted and sucked hard on Draco’s neck.

“Oh fuck. God.” he said through his labored breathing.

Malfoy pumped his hands faster along Harry’s length, he was exhaling Harry’s name over and over again until Harry couldn’t hold it in for another second. He reached his climax and exploded onto their sweat glistening bodies.

Malfoy screamed softly and came a second later, their juices blending
together.

Smelling strongly of sex, Malfoy collapsed onto Harry and both lay gasping for breath and holding each other, exhausted.

Harry closed his eyes and tried to steady his pounding heart.

When he was finally calmed, he turned his head towards Malfoy and Malfoy looked at him with confused and hesitant eyes.

“What was that?” Harry asked quietly.

“I- I don’t know.” Malfoy replied, his voice faltering.

“This is crazy.”

Malfoy gave a hollow laugh. “yeah, you just snogged a Slytherin. Won’t your proud Gryffindors be delighted?”

“Why?”

Malfoy stared at him. “Duh, they hate us snakes remember?”

Harry shook his head, making his damp locks fall into his face in a sexy way. Malfoy gulped.

“I meant, why did we do this? Forget Gryffindor and Slytherin. We’re supposed to hate each other. I mean why? If we never meant any of it....”

“You didn’t mean any of it?”

“Well, you didn’t at least!”

“I’m sorry, but are you me? No. i’d appreciate it if you didn’t put words into my mouth.”

“Yeah, bu’s obvious you only did the whole... the whole thing just to make an ass out of me!”

Malfoy snorted wrathfully. “You’re right Potter. Making an open show of my emotions was an idiotic idea. Especially to someone as obdurate as you.”

“Your emotions? Right. You’re not tricking me. At least not anymore. You’re the one that’s supposed to be a heartless bastard! I mean, you’re a Malfoy!” Harry cried out.

Malfoy’s eyes flickered. “Fuck this Potter. It was stupid of me to waste my time, thinking that maybe, just maybe you’d learn to trust me.” he pushed himself off of the bed and began to dress. “Forget it. Forget tonight and I won’t ever step across your bloody path again.”

Harry didn’t know what to do at first. A part of him, his stubborn conscience, told hi to let Malfoy go. After all, they detested each other. Another part of him was screaming and crying to pull Malfoy back and kiss him again. A very weak string was keeping him from doing just that.

“Wait-” he said as Malfoy was pinning the clasp of his cloak. Malfoy paused, with a raised eyebrow. “y-you shouldn’t go back now, or you’ll be caught by Filch.”

Malfoy smirked. “Don’t worry about me Potter. I don’t need a fucking Guardian, just like you.” he turned to leave.

“Er! Uh- one more thing... before- before you leave...”

“Yes?”

Harry looked into Draco’s glitteringy eyy eyes and a shiver ran up and down his spine.

“Did you m-mean it?”

Malfoy sighed tiredly. “Mean what Potter?”

“Th- that you....”

“That I meant it?”

Hanoddnodded dumbly.

“You’re either really ignorant or really deaf and that’s your problem because I’m leaving now.”

“No! I mean- yes! I mean-” Harry stuttered.

Malfoy crossed his arms and studied Harry’s face intent“Well, did you mean it?”

Harry bit his lip and realized that there was no trickery or mockery in Malfoy’s eyes.

“I...... I did.” he whispered meekly.

Malfoy’s eyes sprang open wide.

“You what?” he breathed.

“I- I meant it. I meant it all.”

“You- y146;146;re not serious.....”

“And don’t tell me you didn’t Malfoy. Not now that I’ve told you.”

They gazed at each other for a moment before Malfoy’s mouth twitched into a smile.

“I would never have dreamed that I’d ever hear you say something like that.” he said.

Harry blushed. “Well, I still haven’t forgiven you for what you said to me at the pub.”

“Yeah, but at least I didn’t punch you. My nose still hurts god dammit.
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“And you think mine doesn’t? Your stupid friend nearly got me killed!”

“I had a little talk with him about that.”

“Oh good one. A little talk will sure cure him inside out.” Harry said, laughing sarcastically at the idea.

Malfoy’s eyes narrowed. “Is this what you wanted to lecture me about? Because if it is, then I’m as sure as hell not staying.”

Harry glared at him. “Fine then. Go. See if I care.”

Malfoy rolled his eyes before making a move towards the door, but Harry’s arm shot out and grabbed his sleeve.

“What now?” Malfoy said exasperatedly.

Harry looked down at his own arm.

“Erm... I-I think something’s wrong with my arm... it just... I should get it checked by Madam Pomfrey...”

“If anything needs to be checked, it’s your brain, Potter.”

Harry opened his mouth to retort but his mouth was muffled by the closure of Malfoy’s lips upon it. Harry shut his eyes and moaned.

“There, did I fix it for you?” Malfoy asked, pulling away.

Harry stared, dazed at the blonde. “Sort of. Maybe. Yes?”

Malfoy leaned closer so that they were nose to nose again.

“If you really honestln
n’t want this, I won’t make you. But tell me truthfully now.”

Harry’s mind briefly thought about Cho but something in him knew that he felt nothing for her. Nothing except friendship. He wanted Malfoy. That much was clear.

“I’ll show you what I want.” he said gently. He pulled on Malfoy’s collar and pressed his lips against his, with strength as if to prove to him that he was telling no falsehoods.

Malfoy smirked into the kiss. “I thought so.” He sucked passionately on Harry’s l
“Because, I wanted it too.”

They fell back onto the bed and snogged once more, except this time, both were feeling more satisfied then before.