Bloody Kisses

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Draco Malfoy



I paced the length of the Slytherin common room. I had cast a few cleaning charms on the room which was now spotless after finding nothing else to do with my spare time. Now I was bored again. Almost six hours until I meet with Harry... The suspense was killing me! I must find something to do to calm myself in the meantime. Maybe I can find some students to harass. May as well have fun with this toy of Potter's while I've got it. With the invisibility cloak folded under my arm, I left Slytherin and wandered aimlessly through the castle's many hallways. The first person I encountered was a Gryffindor girl chattering away to their ghost, Nearly Headless Nick.



"I really do think we're going to win the House Cup this year," the girl chimed, "Don't you, Nick?"



The ghost laughed, "Of course we are! With Harry Potter on the team, there's no way we can loose! Did you know that boy spent the entire afternoon practicing?"



At the sound of his name, I stopped myself from putting on the cloak and listened. Nick and the Gryffindor passed by, neither of them noticing me.



"In this weather?" the girl shook her head in amazement, "It must be freezing outside!"



"Yes, it looks mighty cold, though I wouldn't really know," the ghost frowned, "Anyhow, last time I checked, ol' Potter was still practicing away! He's got the blood of a Seeker running through his veins, I tell you!"



Potter's still outside? I'd love to watch him practice. Maybe we could even have a little talk about tonight. I held the cloak tight in my arms, running for the Quidditch field. When I left the warmth of the building, I realized just how right the Gryffindor girl had been. A foot of snow already covered the ground with another few feet on the way. Looks like Hogwarts is in for a blizzard tonight. I had no warm clothes on except my robe which was doing nothing to keep out the icy wind. I draped the Invisibility cloak over my shoulders, huddling under it. It was surprisingly warm for being so thin. I examined my feet, finding them nowhere to be seen. This is so neat, I've always wanted one of these! Father found it unnecessary to buy me one.



Turning my attention back to the Quidditch arena a few yards ahead, I found a faint set of footprints in the snow. These must be Harry's? I followed the trail into the arena, glancing around at the sky from underneath the robe. All right, now where is he? The arena was silent accept the sound of wind whistling between the tall poles. A bit disappointed, I turned to follow the trail of footsteps back to the building. Just then, I spotted the door to the locker rooms closing.



"Potter!" I called out, feeling a bit foolish.



What was I doing? Even if he had heard me, Harry wouldn't be able to actually see me. I jogged across the field, holding the cloak tightly to me as if it might be blown away by the bone-chilling wind. Taking a moment to catch my breath after running the length of the Quidditch arena, I stepped inside.



Harry Potter



After pulling off my gloves and reviving my icy fingers, I checked my watch. My meeting with Draco was still hours away. Well, at least I have time to clean up. Quidditch practice was not one of my brightest ideas. I found that out a little too late. Obviously, I had no clue of just how cold it was until I had been in the air for awhile, speeding around on my Firebolt. Placing the broom on a bench, I dug through my bag and removed a towel, a bar of soap, and some shampoo. My body felt as though it was frozen solid as I stripped down in the empty locker room. The room became a blur of shapes as I placed my glasses on my pile of clothes. Barefoot on the freezing tile floor and nearly blind, I walked carefully to the showers.



Turning the shower on, I set it to the hottest temperature and melted under the steaming water. If this isn't heaven, I don't know what is. Washing the sleepless grim from my body, I remembered something even better than the warm shower. Last night watching Draco. Just the though of it made my heart beat a little faster. My reaction to the memory also worried me. I quickly found a way to make it seem alright in my own mind. Well, I witnessed someone doing an act so intimate, and all because of me. Why was it that I, of all people, had captured Draco's attention? How long has he been, um, lusting after me? This is so strange. Malfoy wants Potter. If rumors got out it would be the end of us both.



Draco wants... me.



Reminding myself of this, my stomach filled with dizzy butterflies. I'm actually wanted. Not just because I'm some sort of hero or celebrity. But because I'm, well, me I guess. Malfoy hates the fact that I'm so damned famous. He's made it known on several occasions. The only conclusion I could come up with was that maybe, just maybe, he sees me for who I really am? My perspective of the entire world has changed so drastically overnight. Enemies loving enemies. For once I felt rather special for someone liking me in that way. I was surprised it didn't bother me anymore that he was a boy. Or that he was Draco.



"What a lovely surprise," A low voice echoed in the showers nearby, startling me from my thoughts. I whirled around, squinting for the source.



"Who's there?" I demanded as I reached for my towel.



A grinning blur of Draco Malfoy appeared at the entrance to the showers with my father's Invisibility Cloak now draped over his arm.



"Draco!" I gasped, quickly wrapping the towel around my waist, "How long were you-"



"Watching you shower?" Malfoy interrupted, "I don't know, I lost track of time..."



Draco Malfoy



The Locker Room was empty, a mound of Quidditch equipment lying on a nearby bench. I stepped towards the bench and picked up a Firebolt broomstick covered with flecks of melting snow. Now, who's could this be? I grinned to myself, turning the damp broom over in my hands. Placing it back where I had found it, I noticed a burgandy and gold Quidditch uniform draped over the bench, the familiar crest of a Lion embroidered on the thick material. Potter's uniform?



If his clothes are here, then where is...



The sudden sound of falling water caused me to jump, dropping the uniform. Someone had turned on a shower in the adjacent bathroom. So Potter got a little dirty out there practicing? This is my lucky day, all right. With the Invisibility Cloak in my possession it was time for some serious spying. The noise from the water muffled any sound I made as I entered the showers. Closing the bathroom door gently behind me, my excitement growing, I took a few steps towards the entrance to the showers and peered around the wall that divided the showers from the rest of the bathroom. I gasped, nearly giving myself away as I stood face to face with the most amazing site I had ever laid eyes on. Amidst a cloud of steam and water was a very naked Harry Potter. I stood, frozen in time, watching Harry. His back was to me as he stood under the falling water, deep in thought as he washed himself. Watching the water cascade down his smooth naked back, his naked perfect pale arse, his naked muscular thighs, I bit my lip... hard. After my heart skipped about a thousand beats, I calmed down enough to announce my presence.



Harry jumped at the sound of my voice. That makes two times I've startled him today. Poor boy. Taking off the cloak, I put it aside and watched as Potter grabbed a nearby towel and covered himself.



"I know about last night," I whispered.



Harry's eyes widened as I walked towards him.



I continued, "You were watching me, weren't you? You saw everything. How else would you know what was troubling me?"



Potter stood motionless with his towel wrapped tight around his waist under the falling water, obviously not caring that he now had nothing to dry off with.



"It only seems fair that I should spy on you, after all," I folded my arms across my chest, "And, might I add I'm glad I did."



Potter blushed, loosening his death grip on the sopping wet towel and finally reaching over to turn the water off.



Now inches from him, I felt my heart pounding in my chest. "I'm sure you know by now how I feel about you. I can't fight it anymore..." I whispered, leaning towards him and kissing his neck, "I want you."



Potter gasped at the feel of my lips on his wet skin, taking a step back, "What are you doing!"



His eyes were wide and shocked as he backed against the shower wall. Why is he retreating from me? Is he playing hard to get?



"I'm doing what we both want," I persisted, grasping Potter's shoulders and pressing him to the cool tile wall. "I understood what you were implying in your letter, but the thing is... I'd rather not wait until tonight. I want you right now."



"What!" Harry made a strange sort of squealing gasp and pushed me from him, "My letter? What the hell are you talking about Malfoy!"



A pang of hurt throbbed in my chest. Why is he acting like this? "The letter... you said we would meet tonight and that you'd do anything at all for me. I know what you meant."



Harry shook his head, holding the towel tight around his waist. He appeared very solemn all of a sudden which frightened the hell out of me." I think you took that very, very wrong, Draco. I meant nothing more than what I said. I only wanted to talk with you and settle a few things. That's all."



Tears sprang up in my eyes before I could push them away, "But.. But you watched me last night! You were there! You know that I want..." I couldn't even bring myself to say that I wanted him, that I needed him, that my world was caving in upon itself with every word he was saying to me.



"Draco..." Harry whispered, placing his hand on my shoulder, "I'm very flattered, I really am, but I didn't mean anything more from that letter. I just wanted to talk to you. You've seemed so upset lately. I wanted to see if I could help-"



"No..." I hissed, jerking away from him and stumbling backwards, "No!"



Harry moved towards me again, "Draco, please! I'm sorry!"



"No!" my shoulders shook with every despairing sob, "You...You can't do this! You fucking bastard!"



Potter stopped in his tracks, somewhat hurt, "Please, just calm down and we can talk!"



"You want to fucking help me, Potter!" I screeched, "You really want to help me! Well then fuck me, you bastard! That's the only way I'll get out of this hell! That's how you can fucking help me! But you won't, so leave me the hell alone!"



Dumbfounded, Harry watched in silence as I ran from the bathroom. I stumbled blindly across the Quidditch field with tears streaming down my wind-chilled face. It was then I realized I was back where I had been before, alone and miserable. Though, this time, I felt even worse than before. Now I had Potter's true rejection burning in my mind and tearing gaping holes through out my heart. Now I have more of nothing then I had before and there's nowhere left for me to turn but against everything. Against myself.


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