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What is this Feeling?
WARNING: MALE/MALE RELATIONSHIPS
Rating: R...for now anyways
Disclaimer: You know the drill.
Giving In Chapter 4 : What is this feeling?
Harry was lying on his bed with his journal again, writing of the events that occurred the night before with Draco, scratching his quill against the paper.
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Dear Die-Ary,
Last night I was going for a walk after curfew, and guess who I ran into? Thats right, Draco Malfoy. The person that plagues my mind and dreams. Thankfully I was wearing my invisibility cloak. I guess he could hear my footsteps.
I was just minding my own business, and being the idiot I am, yelled, alerting Draco completely that he wasn\'t alone. I swear I am such a bloody idiot. He started to look for me, he got EXTREMELY close to touching me, so I ran, but irony had its way with me. My cloak got snagged under my foot, it fell off, Draco turned around. blah blah blah.
Let me get to the good parts. I called him a Male Slut, he dared me to say it again, so I did, resulting in me getting punched by a very pissed Malfoy. While I was falling to the ground I called him a male slut again, so then he grabbed my neck with both of his hands, I swear I thought I was gonna die! I begged and begged for him to let go, but he didn\'t, so I used his first name, I guess it shocked him. He let go, and I fell to the floor. to make the rest of the story shorter, I got hard thinking of him tied to my bed, then he seen my ahem...erection.
He asked me what I was thinking about, I didn\'t tell him so he was going to leave, but I grabbed his wrist, he asked me what I was hiding, but I didn\'t tell him. Then he told me that my neck was bleeding, that I should get it taken care of, I can\'t believe myself...I just stared at his face, until he started to lick and suck my neck. Then he told me that saliva helps heal cuts and stuff. blah blah blah...This has been a shitty entry.
Harry Potter
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Harry sighed while getting up to put the black book back into his trunk. \"Meh, I\'m bored, I think I\'ll listen to something.\" Harry announced. Digging around in his trunk he pulled out a small red bag. Dumping the bags contents on his bed, Harry looked through the CDs in their cases.
\"Lets see here...Nine Inch Nails, Blink 182, Green Day, Marilyn Manson(AN:Anyone reading this fic, if you don\'t like Marilyn Manson, don\'t be harsh on my choice of what Harry Listens to. Its just music, and in this story Harry like all kinds of music, I personally love Manson. No flames for this ok?), Kittie, Slipknot, Linkin Park, Beethoven, Enya, and Silent Hill soundtracks\" Harry spoke as he went through his small collection of CDs....
\"ummm how about Marilyn Manson.\" Harry pulled the burned CD out of the case, and stuck it into his small stereo on the nightstand next to his bed. Pushing the play button he turned the volume up almost to max, (AN:btw, his radio is magickal, no wire, no batteries, don\'t you wish you had one?) the first song that played was one of his favorites, Touniquet.
Harry flopped onto his bed putting his hands behind his head, he started to sing along to the song.
She\'s made of hair and bone and little teeth
and things I cannot speak...
She comes on like a crippled plaything
spine is just a string.
In a way this song reminded Harry of Draco, in a strange way.
I wrapped our love in all this foil,
silver-tight like spider legs.
I never wanted it to ever spoil,
but flies will always lay their eggs.
Take your hatred out on me,
make your victim my head.
Harry sighed, each time he listened to this song, the only thing he could think of was Draco. Harry closed his eyes and raised his voice once again.
You never ever believed in me,
I am your tourniquet.
Prosthetic synthesis with butterfly,
sealed up with virgin stitch.
If it hurts, baby please tell me,
preserve the innocence.
I never wanted it to end like this,
but flies will lay their eggs...
When the song was over Harry rolled over onto his side waiting for the next track to play. \'I wonder what Draco would say if he walked in right now hearing what I\'m listening to.\" Harry smirked, it was a humorous thought, but he somewhat doubted that Draco would even know who the hell Marilyn Manson was, being a pureblooded ass in all, but then again you never know...maybe he has some muggle devices of his own. Harry smiled at that thought listening to the guitar riffs and lyrics of Valentine\'s Day floated through the now broken silence.
She was the color of TV
her mouth curled under like a metal snake
although Holy Wood was sad
they\'d remember this as Valentine\'s day
flies are waiting
In the Shadow of the Valley of Death
In the Shadow of the Valley of Death
Harry didn\'t sing to this song, just listened letting his thoughts wonder, not even noticing when the door opened.
slit our wrists and send us to heaven
the first flower after the flood
I saw that pregnant girl today
she didn\'t know that it was dead inside
even though it was alive
some of us are really born to die
flies are waiting
In the Shadow of the Valley of Death
In the Shadow of the Valley of Death
slit our wrists and send us to heaven
the first flower after the flood
In the Shadow of the Valley of Death
In the Shadow of the Valley of Death
\"What the hell are you listening to?\" Harry turned around and saw his red headed friend, Ron. \"Marilyn Manson.\" Harry simply stated. Ron stared at his friend, but just shook his head in mild disapproval in the choice of music. Ron sat on Harry\'s bed next to his friend. \"What other CDs do you have?\" Ron asked. \"Here, take a look yourself, but we aren\'t changing CDs. \" Harry stated in a stern voice.
\"Yeah yea, wasn\'t going to ask.\" Ron knew of all these artist, seeing as how his dad likes muggle things. He didn\'t care what Harry listened to, Ron himself actually liked some of the artists, even Marilyn Manson, he just doesn\'t want his friend to get into anything bad or something. \"Is this all of your CDs?\" Ron asked looking at Harry\'s face.
\"Yeah, I\'m probably gonna get more later though.\" Harry replied turning to face Ron. \"I\'m gonna leave now, Hermoine wants me to do my homework, she\'ll have a cow if I don\'t do it soon. See you later.\" With that Ron made his leave. After he left Harry\'s eyes remained on the door that Ron left through, wishing that Draco would walk in. \'Yeah right, chances of that happening is 1 out of a million.\' Harry thought. Getting up, he turned the volume on the radio down to low, and went down to dinner.
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It was the weekend and we find Draco pacing his room leaving small trails in the green carpet. Thinking about what had occurred in the hallway last night after curfew.
\"What the hell was I thinking advancing on Potter like that?\" Draco asked himself. \"I hope that he keeps his mouth shut, I don\'t need this getting out to public.\" He stopped pacing and made his way to the window. It was a bright sunny day outside, and Draco sneered at it, he hated the sun, all it did was put him in a bad mood.
Turning around Draco headed towards the door and left. Once outside Draco went towards the Great Hall for dinner, running into a couple of first years along the way. He was almost there when he ran into Ron, and Hermoine.
\"Hello, Weasel, Mud-blood.\" Draco greeted them with a sneer that would make any first year run for their life. \"Shut it Malfoy.\" Ron glared at the blond. Draco laughed. \"No witty come back? I think your getting a little rusty, Weasel. Granger, would you be so kind, to get this pathetic excuse for a wizard out of my way?\" Hermoine didn\'t feel like arguing with the blond, so she just grabbed Ron\'s arm and dragged him away.
Ron gave Draco the finger while being dragged away. \"Sorry Weasel, but your not my type.\" Draco shouted to the retreating form of Ron, while smirking. With that he put his arms behind his back continuing on his way.
Draco reached the Great Hall, making sure that everything about his appearance was okay. He swept into through the door with such grace that the entire hall turned their heads watching him take his seat at the far end of the Slytherin table. As he was sitting down, Draco caught Harry\'s eye. The Gryffindor quickly turned away with a faint blush on his cheeks. \'What the hell? Did Potter just blush?\' Draco asked himself, before turning around to face Blaise in front of him. He stole once last glance at the Gryffindor table feeling butterflies in his stomach. \'What is this feeling?\'
AN:Sorry if that chapter sucked, I was in a rush, I\'m tired, and I almost had a heart attack the other day, I might have to get an I-V or Ivy, or whatever those things are called, so If I don\'t update for a few days or week, its probably going to be because of my arm, I will be in pain! I won\'t be able to play the piano either! *cries* Leave a review, and don\'t flame, and if its a flame about Manson, I\'ll delete it, along with any other flames, only constructive critisism okay? thanx.
Rating: R...for now anyways
Disclaimer: You know the drill.
Giving In Chapter 4 : What is this feeling?
Harry was lying on his bed with his journal again, writing of the events that occurred the night before with Draco, scratching his quill against the paper.
_______
Dear Die-Ary,
Last night I was going for a walk after curfew, and guess who I ran into? Thats right, Draco Malfoy. The person that plagues my mind and dreams. Thankfully I was wearing my invisibility cloak. I guess he could hear my footsteps.
I was just minding my own business, and being the idiot I am, yelled, alerting Draco completely that he wasn\'t alone. I swear I am such a bloody idiot. He started to look for me, he got EXTREMELY close to touching me, so I ran, but irony had its way with me. My cloak got snagged under my foot, it fell off, Draco turned around. blah blah blah.
Let me get to the good parts. I called him a Male Slut, he dared me to say it again, so I did, resulting in me getting punched by a very pissed Malfoy. While I was falling to the ground I called him a male slut again, so then he grabbed my neck with both of his hands, I swear I thought I was gonna die! I begged and begged for him to let go, but he didn\'t, so I used his first name, I guess it shocked him. He let go, and I fell to the floor. to make the rest of the story shorter, I got hard thinking of him tied to my bed, then he seen my ahem...erection.
He asked me what I was thinking about, I didn\'t tell him so he was going to leave, but I grabbed his wrist, he asked me what I was hiding, but I didn\'t tell him. Then he told me that my neck was bleeding, that I should get it taken care of, I can\'t believe myself...I just stared at his face, until he started to lick and suck my neck. Then he told me that saliva helps heal cuts and stuff. blah blah blah...This has been a shitty entry.
Harry Potter
____________
Harry sighed while getting up to put the black book back into his trunk. \"Meh, I\'m bored, I think I\'ll listen to something.\" Harry announced. Digging around in his trunk he pulled out a small red bag. Dumping the bags contents on his bed, Harry looked through the CDs in their cases.
\"Lets see here...Nine Inch Nails, Blink 182, Green Day, Marilyn Manson(AN:Anyone reading this fic, if you don\'t like Marilyn Manson, don\'t be harsh on my choice of what Harry Listens to. Its just music, and in this story Harry like all kinds of music, I personally love Manson. No flames for this ok?), Kittie, Slipknot, Linkin Park, Beethoven, Enya, and Silent Hill soundtracks\" Harry spoke as he went through his small collection of CDs....
\"ummm how about Marilyn Manson.\" Harry pulled the burned CD out of the case, and stuck it into his small stereo on the nightstand next to his bed. Pushing the play button he turned the volume up almost to max, (AN:btw, his radio is magickal, no wire, no batteries, don\'t you wish you had one?) the first song that played was one of his favorites, Touniquet.
Harry flopped onto his bed putting his hands behind his head, he started to sing along to the song.
She\'s made of hair and bone and little teeth
and things I cannot speak...
She comes on like a crippled plaything
spine is just a string.
In a way this song reminded Harry of Draco, in a strange way.
I wrapped our love in all this foil,
silver-tight like spider legs.
I never wanted it to ever spoil,
but flies will always lay their eggs.
Take your hatred out on me,
make your victim my head.
Harry sighed, each time he listened to this song, the only thing he could think of was Draco. Harry closed his eyes and raised his voice once again.
You never ever believed in me,
I am your tourniquet.
Prosthetic synthesis with butterfly,
sealed up with virgin stitch.
If it hurts, baby please tell me,
preserve the innocence.
I never wanted it to end like this,
but flies will lay their eggs...
When the song was over Harry rolled over onto his side waiting for the next track to play. \'I wonder what Draco would say if he walked in right now hearing what I\'m listening to.\" Harry smirked, it was a humorous thought, but he somewhat doubted that Draco would even know who the hell Marilyn Manson was, being a pureblooded ass in all, but then again you never know...maybe he has some muggle devices of his own. Harry smiled at that thought listening to the guitar riffs and lyrics of Valentine\'s Day floated through the now broken silence.
She was the color of TV
her mouth curled under like a metal snake
although Holy Wood was sad
they\'d remember this as Valentine\'s day
flies are waiting
In the Shadow of the Valley of Death
In the Shadow of the Valley of Death
Harry didn\'t sing to this song, just listened letting his thoughts wonder, not even noticing when the door opened.
slit our wrists and send us to heaven
the first flower after the flood
I saw that pregnant girl today
she didn\'t know that it was dead inside
even though it was alive
some of us are really born to die
flies are waiting
In the Shadow of the Valley of Death
In the Shadow of the Valley of Death
slit our wrists and send us to heaven
the first flower after the flood
In the Shadow of the Valley of Death
In the Shadow of the Valley of Death
\"What the hell are you listening to?\" Harry turned around and saw his red headed friend, Ron. \"Marilyn Manson.\" Harry simply stated. Ron stared at his friend, but just shook his head in mild disapproval in the choice of music. Ron sat on Harry\'s bed next to his friend. \"What other CDs do you have?\" Ron asked. \"Here, take a look yourself, but we aren\'t changing CDs. \" Harry stated in a stern voice.
\"Yeah yea, wasn\'t going to ask.\" Ron knew of all these artist, seeing as how his dad likes muggle things. He didn\'t care what Harry listened to, Ron himself actually liked some of the artists, even Marilyn Manson, he just doesn\'t want his friend to get into anything bad or something. \"Is this all of your CDs?\" Ron asked looking at Harry\'s face.
\"Yeah, I\'m probably gonna get more later though.\" Harry replied turning to face Ron. \"I\'m gonna leave now, Hermoine wants me to do my homework, she\'ll have a cow if I don\'t do it soon. See you later.\" With that Ron made his leave. After he left Harry\'s eyes remained on the door that Ron left through, wishing that Draco would walk in. \'Yeah right, chances of that happening is 1 out of a million.\' Harry thought. Getting up, he turned the volume on the radio down to low, and went down to dinner.
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It was the weekend and we find Draco pacing his room leaving small trails in the green carpet. Thinking about what had occurred in the hallway last night after curfew.
\"What the hell was I thinking advancing on Potter like that?\" Draco asked himself. \"I hope that he keeps his mouth shut, I don\'t need this getting out to public.\" He stopped pacing and made his way to the window. It was a bright sunny day outside, and Draco sneered at it, he hated the sun, all it did was put him in a bad mood.
Turning around Draco headed towards the door and left. Once outside Draco went towards the Great Hall for dinner, running into a couple of first years along the way. He was almost there when he ran into Ron, and Hermoine.
\"Hello, Weasel, Mud-blood.\" Draco greeted them with a sneer that would make any first year run for their life. \"Shut it Malfoy.\" Ron glared at the blond. Draco laughed. \"No witty come back? I think your getting a little rusty, Weasel. Granger, would you be so kind, to get this pathetic excuse for a wizard out of my way?\" Hermoine didn\'t feel like arguing with the blond, so she just grabbed Ron\'s arm and dragged him away.
Ron gave Draco the finger while being dragged away. \"Sorry Weasel, but your not my type.\" Draco shouted to the retreating form of Ron, while smirking. With that he put his arms behind his back continuing on his way.
Draco reached the Great Hall, making sure that everything about his appearance was okay. He swept into through the door with such grace that the entire hall turned their heads watching him take his seat at the far end of the Slytherin table. As he was sitting down, Draco caught Harry\'s eye. The Gryffindor quickly turned away with a faint blush on his cheeks. \'What the hell? Did Potter just blush?\' Draco asked himself, before turning around to face Blaise in front of him. He stole once last glance at the Gryffindor table feeling butterflies in his stomach. \'What is this feeling?\'
AN:Sorry if that chapter sucked, I was in a rush, I\'m tired, and I almost had a heart attack the other day, I might have to get an I-V or Ivy, or whatever those things are called, so If I don\'t update for a few days or week, its probably going to be because of my arm, I will be in pain! I won\'t be able to play the piano either! *cries* Leave a review, and don\'t flame, and if its a flame about Manson, I\'ll delete it, along with any other flames, only constructive critisism okay? thanx.