Lies

Draco Froze, overcome by shock and sudden panic he was unable to move or speak. All he could do was stand there. Later on he decided this reaction was perfectly understandable, after all he’d just been caught by surprise, by the person he was watching only moments before, who was wearing only a small towel round his waist, which was barely covering him. Somehow Harry managed to look sexier in just that towel than he ever did naked under the shower.
Draco’s erection had faded after that initial shock but was now quickly return. He briefly cast his eyes over the other boys body, he’d never seen him this close up before. Harry was flawless. His skin looked smooth and soft, his light tan making him glow under the lights. He had a light dusting of hair on his chest and stomach with a slightly darker trail leading down from his navel. He was slightly muscled in an athletic way, not overly so. In short it was the kind of body Draco fantasised about. The kind of body he dreamed about being close to, touching and pleasuring that gorgeous skin. He ached to place his hands on that chest, caress a nipple with his tongue and follow the trail down to the impressive length he knew was down there. To feel that body against his own would a dream come true.
And this was all topped off with the most beautiful face Draco had ever seen. The deep emerald eyes, unruly black hair, soft lips and ever that scar combined to form a stunning image. Draco knew his attraction to Harry Potter grew a bit more in that instant. Fresh fantasies flowed through his head. He could imagine the feel of those lips against his cock, the feel of Harry’s tongue ravishing his chest. His erection grew harder, he kind of hoped Harry would notice.
Both boys just stood there for what felt like an eternity. Each still to shocked to act. They just looked at each other not knowing what to do, Draco knew what he wanted to do though, that towel could fall off so easily. It was Harry who recovered first and broke the silence.

“What the fuck are you doing in here Malfoy?” he sounded more uncertain than angry.

It took Draco a moment to come to his senses, “Why should I tell you Potter, I have the right to go wherever I want.”

“You’re in the opposing teams locker room after we just beat you. You must be up to something.” Harry was starting a bit more irritated.

“Ha, it was only one pointless game. We’ll end up with the cup in the end. I’m not that pathetic Potter.” Draco tried to sound malicious but couldn’t quite manage it.

“Then why are you in here? And why the hell were you hiding back there, were you spying on me or something?”

Draco paused, the accusation throwing him off a bit. Harry noticed right away. “You were, you were watching me shower you fucking pervert.”

“Don’t flatter yourself Potter, why would I waste time watching you? There are much more attractive people in this school.”

“Malfoy, are you gay?” It was just a simple question asked without anger or malice. Once again Draco was unable to answer. He couldn’t bring himself to say anything, not wanting to tell his secret but not wanting to lie to Harry.

“Well?”

He responded the only way he saw fit, “What do you care Potter? You fancy me or something?”

It was Harry who paused this time, “I’m not sure, maybe.”

It was the last thing Draco expected Harry to say, and the answer he hoped for the most. Harry looked frightened, as if his answer scared him. He couldn’t bring himself to come up with a spiteful reply, he could only say one word, “What?”

“I don’t know what I feel. There’s been something since I first met you but I was too young to understand it. Whatever it was it faded, but recently I’ve started to feel something again.”

Draco looked into the other boy’s eyes, reading the fear and confusion there. “Feel what?”

“I don’t know. Sometimes I hate you so much I could kill you. Other times I think that maybe, yeah, I do like you. Physically at least.” Harry sighed deeply, “and I think that you like me, am I right?”

For the first time Draco had no problem answering. “Yes, I am gay and I do like you physically, I have for some time, and yes I was watching you shower.”

“Thought so”, he sounded slightly amused, “but if you like me then why are you such a bastard all the time, why are you always trying to fight me?”

“To get close to you, to touch you. Those moments where you’ve pinned me to the floor or against a wall are the only times I’ve had what I wanted. I only wish there were no clothes between us. Every time I have a wank I think of you. Right now my cock is so hard it hurts.”

Harry looked embarrassed. Draco looked down and noticed the front of Harry’s towel was rising up, a little more and it could just drop off. Harry noticed this as well and gripped on to the towel to stop it falling. Draco looked disappointed.

“Harry, if you want me to stop trying to provoke you and your friends then I’ll stop.”

“I want you to stop. I hate you because of the way you treat my friends. Just leave them alone. Maybe if you do that I’ll be able to figure out how I feel and give you a straight answer.”

“OK, I’ll stop being such a dick. In return don’t tell anyone about me, I’m not ready for the world to know I’m gay. It was hard enough telling you.”

“Deal. Could you go now, I’ll come talk to you when I figure things out.”

Draco turned and walked out without saying another word.

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Some people had seen him leave the locker room. Instantly his expression went from thoughtful to angry, resulting in the rumours of the fight starting. In truth he was happiest he’d been in a long time. For the first time he felt he might actually have a chance with Harry, and for the first time he started to feel more than just lust.
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Not completely happy with this one, but it will continue.