Hate Transforms

Dozens of pillows and the comforter were now unceremoniously strewn across the floor. All that remained was a sheet draped over two bodies. Draco was currently watching Harry doze off after another round of kissing, groping, and orgasming. This seemed to be the routine for the past three hours: wake up, get hard, lick, suck, and stroke one another to release, then nap again.

Draco was waiting to wake up from this dream, or at least for the happy-go-lucky feeling to wear off. So far it hadn’t. He assumed it would when they left the Room of Requirement, which was going to be soon. They couldn’t hole up there forever, especially when he was starting to feel his stomach growl.
What would happen when they parted?

This relationship was doomed for failure, he was sure of it. For one, they hated each other in spite of whatever lust there may be. Soon Harry would realize who he was with and abandon ship. Could Draco really blame him if he wanted to get away from a Death Eater’s son who was ordered by the Dark Lord to kill Dumbledore before the year was through? Not that Draco would ever tell him any of this. It would put both of them on the chopping block with Voldemort.

Even without Harry knowing the truth, the secrets would undermine the relationship. Not to mention the fact they were on the opposite sides in the war. Or the fact that Harry had two friends he was extremely loyal to who would, to say the least, disapprove of his choice in partners.

It would be best to end it, he decided. He just simply had to break it to Potter, then leave. It was just that…

The thought of cruelly breaking it to Potter made him feel ill. If he left he knew it would have to be the callus Slytherin that Potter has always hated that would have to do the talking. It’s the only way he’d make it out of there, and the only way Potter wouldn’t chase after him.

But he didn’t have it in him. Fuck him, he was going soft, on top of everything else. He berated himself for being irrational. In one twenty-four hour period he became a total pussy. Looking down at Potter’s sleeping form he could feel his resolve to leave weaken further.

He had to get out of this room and think straight. He needs to get away from the intoxicating smell of Potter, and his toned bare chest… Fuck he has to get out now. At that moment his stomach let out an audible growl, the perfect excuse to leave. He would use hunger as an excuse, then try and figure out how to break it to Potter.

Gently Draco nudged Harry, trying to wake him. All he got was a quiet ‘mmm’ and Harry rolling towards him to sleep closer. He rolled his eyes at how even unconsciously Harry moved closer to him.

“Potter,” he whispered, “wake up, Potter.”

Slowly the brunette began to stir. He rubbed his eyes, yawned, and then blinked.

“What time is it?” Harry asked.

“Nearly lunchtime, and I don’t know about you, but I’m starved.”

“Yeah, me too.”

An awkward pause filled the small space between them. Draco moved slightly, a signal Harry caught. Both slowly moved off the bed and went to retrieve the clothes abandoned around the couch. As Draco buttoned hid shirt he couldn’t help but sneak glances of Harry dressing. He suppressed a chuckle as Harry swore and looked under the couch searching for his boxers. The view from Draco’s point of view was inviting. The baggy sweater lifted up as the other boy bent over, exposing a very firm and shapely ass.

It took all of Draco’s resolve to stop himself from unzipping his pants and taking Potter from behind.

Luckily, Harry found his boxers and pulled them on quickly. Draco eyes still lingered, soaking in as much as he could before they both left and returned to their separate worlds.

“So, uh?” began Potter uncertainly. The break in silence jarred Draco back into the present. “What is this exactly? I mean you and me?”

Holy crap, Draco was not expecting that question from him. Or more accurately, he was praying to get out of there before the question came up.

He just couldn’t allow himself to make any promises, best to play it arrogant, “Does it really need to be defined, Potter? Can we leave it as a happy accident for now, and see where it takes us?”

There was a flash of disappointment that traveled across Harry’s face. Shit. Why did he care what this was between them? Not like he trusted Draco anymore than before. He should be suspicious of Draco’s motivations in the entire night. He should at least yell at Draco for dancing around actually answering the question.

“Right,” muttered Harry.

They both moved towards the door. Draco peered out the door to make sure the coast was clear. He could feel Harry’s body heat right behind him, sending shivers down his spine from the proximity. When he looked over his shoulder to give Harry the ‘all clear’ their faces were so close. Those green eyes were staring into his and he was tempted to lean in and just graze lips. A goodbye kiss, but he stopped himself. He had to leave it as a clean break, or as clean as he could make it.

“See you ‘round Potter,” he said with surprising bravado.

Harry smiled sadly, “See you ‘round Malfoy.”

With that they both left the Room of Requirement, heading in opposite directions.

Draco felt a lead weight land somewhere in his gut as he made his way to the Great Hall. He was feeling like a lecher and wasn’t sure why. He had been with plenty of people and ended it after one night or dumped them when he was done. He couldn’t put his finger on why this was different in particular.

Obviously it being Potter change the dynamic, but that was too obvious. Then he thought of a snide remark he had about Potter before, and it all fell into place: Potter was new to all of this, and not just new to being with men, Draco was pretty sure Harry had never been with anyone sexually. Well wasn’t he the worst first for anyone to have. ‘Let’s fool around all day and when I get a bit peaky I cut and run without so much as a backwards glance.’

Great, now he felt even guiltier than he did before. As if he needed that.


A/N: thankx for reading and reviewing. This chapter is like the previous one, a bit softer than how the story started. I think I'm going and try to get back in the mood I had before, but leave their time together a bit more blissful in comparison to all the shit happening around them. (yes there will be more of them together, and its going to get saucier!)
Let me know what you think!