Hated Love

It was the final Quidditch match of the season and in Harry\'s opinion, no two
greater teams to play for the cup.
Slytherin vs. Gryffindor had been the biggest rivalry in Hogwarts since before
Harry had started school and was the same now in his final match, in his final
year at Hogwarts. Harry was going leave the school with this rivalry still
intact, with a bitter and angry Slytherin team by having a Gryffindor win.
This wasn\'t only about house rivalry however; oh no this was also about the
stupid blonde haired Git riding his tail. Yes, Draco Malfoy vs. Harry Potter,
most likely the second strongest rivalry in Hogwarts History. Not since the days
of Severus Snape and Sirius Black had there been such a rivalry.
But lately Harry had began to wonder if what he was felt for Draco was hatred or
some other emotion. He had begun to feel warm when Draco looked at him with his
stormy gray eyes. For some reason Potions seemed more tolerable with the
prospect of seeing Malfoy.
Harry was jerked suddenly out his thoughts when he felt breath on his ear. The
scent was familiar, Pine and spice.
But It couldn\'t be...
\"Daydreaming, Potter?\" The voice whispered, making Harrys pulse quicken. With
excitement or dread it was hard to tell.
\"Back off M..Malfoy.\" Great, Harry thought, I\'m stuttering.
He heard Draco chuckle softly in his ear. Harry shivered involuntarily.
\"You like me this close, don\'t you Potter.\"
Harry nearly fell of his broom when he felt lips touch his ear softly. When he
felt them pull away, but not completely, Harry shivered again.
\"Now how about we make this worth more then a cup?\" Draco whispered seductively,
running his hand along the inside of Harry\'s leg.
::Shiver::
\"I catch the Snitch first, and you give into your feelings and sleep with me.
You catch the Snitch first, I walk away like nothing happened up here and you
never know how I feel, and I always assume you liked me and didn\'t have the guts
to do anything about it.\" Draco concluded, still stroking Harry\'s inner leg.
Harry could barely think due to the many emotions (and hormones) racing through
him. He gulped and hesitated, kissing Malfoy as though he was trying to confirm
this was real and not some bizarre nightmare.
\"Nothing is said if I win?\" Harry asked the now smirking Draco Malfoy, who
nodded. \"Deal,\" Harry said taking off in one general direction.
\'What the hell did I just get myself into?\' Harry asked himself shaking his
head. \'Sleep with him? Yeah I\'ve dreamed about THAT but actually doing it!!!\'
Harry shook his head again, he had to find that Snitch, and fast.
~*~*~*~*~*~ Draco\'s Point of View ~*~*~*~*~*~
Malfoy smirked as he watched the brown haired 4 eyed freak zoom off.
He wasn\'t going to deny that he had feelings for Harry Potter. Heck, he had
known when he had first seen Harry in the Robes shop more than 7 years ago. He
had loved the long-lost look he had about him and how innocent he seemed.
He was more hurt then angered when Harry had refused his friendship. He had
grown up in a world where everything was given to him on a silver platter, and
everything he wanted he received. Many people feared him and did everything he
asked.
But not Harry, no he stood up to him despite being afraid or intimidated. This
had attracted him to Harry even more.
Draco mentally whacked himself for being so romantic and hopeless.
He was not the mushy gushy type and he sure as hell wasn\'t letting Potter change
that.
It was at that point the Slytherin Seeker saw something small and glittering
floating near the Slytherin Hoops.
He took off; smirking when he noticed Potter was on the other side of the pitch.
In the blink of an eye he noticed Potter was closer, with that damn Firebolt,
faster then even his Nimbus 2001. He speeds faster towards the snitch, clutching
his broom tightly in his hands. He lurched forward with a sudden burst of speed
and leaned forward, grouping the air.
He felt his hand close on a tiny, squirming ball. He looked at Harry, only two
inches away from where the Snitch had been; he blinked as sudden realization hit
him.
~*~*~*~Harry\'s Point of View ~*~*~*~
\"No worries, Mate, we still won!\" Ron said clapping a friendly hand on Harrys
back.
\"Don\'t worry, Harry it was luck that Malfoy caught it.\" Hermione said smiling.
Harry groaned and rolled his eyes burying his head in his hands. He had held
back, why had he held back?
He shivered; he couldn\'t even fathom what was going to happen.
They had won the match despite Malfoy catching the Snitch. Everyone had flown to
the ground but him and Malfoy, who were both left blinking staring at the snitch
in Malfoy\'s hand.
Malfoy smirked a moment later, and Harry noted a new, seductive way in which he
smirked, and a few moments later, heard that same seduction in his voice.
\"You held back, Potter.\" Malfoy said smirking, \"Tomorrow night; meet me in the
hallway by the statue of Blumbish the Bumbling, 10 o\'clock then?\" Draco
continued to smirk and flew towards some pissed off looking Slytherins.
Harry flew then towards the celebrating Gryffindors feeling glum. He was
engulfed with hugs and the dragged into the locker room to change. He was then
dragged back to the common room where he was supposed to be celebrating.
But despite his best attempts to be cheerful, the thoughts of what were supposed
to take place, and would take place, were just too overwhelming.
\"I\'m heading to bed, see you at breakfast.\" Harry murmured and stood up heading
towards the boy dormitories.
\"Poor guy still thinks his bloody terrible fault because he couldn\'t catch the
Snitch.\" Ron shook his head.
Harry woke up Friday morning with a pit in his stomach. Not only about that
night, but Potions. Double Potions and Care of Magical Creatures. Malfoy was in
both of those classes with him.
He dressed as slowly as possible, and then walked to breakfast just as slow.
When he finally reached the table he slinked down in to a chair.
\"Harry, are you okay? You look very pale.\" Hermione asked concerned.
\"Fine, just my stomach, nervous for Defense against the Dark Arts.\" Harry said
making up something as quick as possible. \"Quiz today, sounds hard.\" He was in a
higher level class then either of them, so they wouldn\'t know if he had a quiz
or not.
\"Ah, you\'ll be fine; you\'re the greatest at it in our year.\" Ron said, shoving a
piece of bacon in his mouth.
Harry picked the wrong time to look across the room, for he happened to make eye
contact with the one person he was trying to avoid.
He blushed and looked down towards his empty plate. This was going to be a very,
very long day.
~*~*~*~Draco\'s Point of View~*~*~*~
The day (or at least the morning) was long, much too long for Draco\'s opinion.
There was very little contact between him and Potter.
The one confrontation during breakfast when Harry had blushed had caused his
heart to race.
To be perfectly honest, Draco hadn\'t actually thought Potter felt the same way;
he had been trying to be manipulative when he had made all the comments to Harry
on the Quidditch Pitch. The blush that morning had told him otherwise, and
caused a very happy Draco.
They had very minimal contact during Potions for two reasons. One, Professor
Snape hated Harry and two, Professor Snape loved Draco. The closest they got to
one another was a brush of their hands when they both reached for the Wormswood.
Lunch was almost as torturous as Potions. Harry\'s friend, Hermione had dragged
them to the library to study for a non-existent Defense against the Dark Arts
test. (Harry had asked one of the students in Harry\'s class, he had looked
highly confused when a test was mentioned) Therefore Draco didn\'t see him all
lunch period.
After lunch (and Herbology in his case) life was much more bearable. Care of
Magical creatures, his final class of the day, and he had it with Harry. Plus,
as Professor Hagrid was there teacher (\'that big oaf,\' Draco thought smirking)
they pretty much had a free period. Therefore, when Harry was sent on some
mission into the forest Draco was able to sneak away easily.
He followed Harry until he was deep enough in that their classmates wouldn\'t
spot them.
Then slipped out in front of Harry, managing to get the startled boy pinned
against a tree.
\"Ah..Wh..What are you doing?\" Harry stuttered.
Draco smiled, actually smiled, just a little bit. He looked cute when he was
nervous and blushing.
He leaned forward then pressed his lips against Harrys trembling ones in a
silent response.
He licked Harry\'s lips with a slight flick of his tongue. He felt Harry open his
mouth hesitantly. Draco plunged into Harry\'s mouth, eager to taste him.
\"Mmmm, sweet and Sugary, no more then I expected,\" Draco said, finally breaking
away due to much needed air. Plus, he loved the look on the boys face, a
mixture, of pleasure, fear and confusion.
\"Only a tiny sample of tonight, but I fear we must get back, the bells about to
ring.\" Draco said checking his wristwatch.
Harry nodded, and then sprinted down the forest path.
Draco smirked and couldn\'t resist calling after him, \"Until tonight love, 10
O\'clock, don\'t forget.\"
~*~*~*~Harry\'s Point of View ~*~*~*~
Harry glanced at the clock in the common room and fidgeted. 9:30 P.M. he should
probably be heading down soon. He didn\'t want to be late.
He hesitated before leaving, he could still back out. Still just not show up,
ignore it. The only problem might be, Draco telling everyone what had happened
and making it look like Harry\'s bet. He couldn\'t risk that; the Daily Prophet
was already after his head, what would they say if he all the sudden became gay?
\"I\'m going to the kitchen, I\'m kind of hungry, don\'t wait up.\" Harry said to Ron
and Hermione who were playing a game of Gobstones.
\"Alright mate, see you in the morning,\" Ron said concentrating on his next move.
\"My regards to Dobby and Winky,\" Hermione said smiling at him.
\"Yeah, your regards got it.\" Harry said, grabbing the Marauder\'s Map and heading
into the corridor.
It was about 2 til when he reached the statue and he didn\'t see Draco.
He sighed and was ready to dodge behind the statue if this had turned out to be
some ploy to get him caught by the teachers.
He felt arms encircle his waist and warm breathing on his neck almost a second
after he had completed the thought. He jumped, but relaxed almost at once when
he felt lips pressed against his neck.
\"Malfoy?\" Harry questioned rather stupidly.
\"Potter?\" Draco stopped licking his neck long enough to mock him with his honey-
sweet sarcasm.
The lips returned and Harry felt himself being pushed towards a door he hadn\'t
noticed before.
\"Say Gillyweed, it\'s the password.\" Draco\'s breath had become shallow and he
paused his menstruations on Harry\'s neck only long enough to tell him the
password.
\"G..G..Gillyweeahhh.\" Harry moaned as Draco found the sensitive spot beneath his
ear.
The door didn\'t move.
\"Say it clear Potter, even I would expect you to be able to use a password.\"
Draco teased, but not in his normal degrading way. This was more of a mockery, a
ha-ha-ha I\'m trying to make you laugh tease.
\"Maybe If you Ahh... Would stop... With my neck for a moment.\" Harry managed to
hiss.
He felt Draco stop, and finally was able to say the password.
He was shoved into the room and Harry recognized it almost instantly. It was a
Prefects bathroom. With a huge pool sized tube and its many taps. He looked at
himself in the huge mirror, and would have laughed out loud if he hadn\'t been so
nervous.
There he was, looking into the mirror a violent shade of crimson, with blonde
haired Draco behind him with his arms grasped tightly around Harry\'s waist,
nuzzling the back of Harry\'s neck affectionately.
Harry chuckled softly; he had to admit this would look strange to an outsider.
\"What are you giggling about, Potter?\" Draco asked looking up to see what was so
funny.
\"Nothing just look at the mirror.\" Harry said giggling a little harder.
He watched Draco\'s eyes drift up to the mirror and saw a small smile curl onto
his face.
\"We do look pretty ridiculous,\" Malfoy agreed. \"But unfortunately, I am not here
to look at your pretty face in a mirror.\" Draco released his grip on Harry\'s
waist and for a moment, Harry missed the warmth.
He watched Draco walk over to the tube and begin fiddling with the different
taps. He finally found the combination he was looking for and walked back over
to Harry.
\"So, can you undress yourself, or do you want me to help you?\" Draco whispered
in Harry\'s ear, and Harry shivered.
Before he could answer, he felt Draco pulling at his robes, undoing the numerous
buttons and snaps; until he was finally in the nude.
He blushed when Draco\'s eyes ran over him, then blushed deeper when he heard
Draco murmur the words, \"So beautiful, I\'ve waited so long and it was worth it.\"

\"No fair,\" Harry mumbled, feeling a little braver, \"You still have clothes.\"
With that said, Harry walked over and began to undress Draco.
When he had finished, they both stood there for a moment, neither of them quite
sure what to do next.
Harry\'s eyes scanned over Draco\'s pale body. His skin was creamy, light and
smooth. He had good muscles, and fine body tone and the abs to prove it. Harry
smiled when he looked up into Draco\'s eyes, and saw something besides the
regular hate that resided there, but he was slightly taken back at what he did
see.
He saw love, tenderness and caring. A need and a want, he had never seen in them
before, as though Draco was begging him to let him have this chance, this one
opportunity to let Harry save him.
Harry was afraid, more afraid then he had ever been in his life, worse then he
had ever been when facing Voldemort, worse then he had been facing the many
other terrifying creatures in his 7 years at this school.
But he couldn\'t get over the fact that he looked so...
\"Angel,\" Harry thought not realizing he had said it aloud, then, slowly he
closed the space between him and Draco, pressing his lips firmly against his,
~*~*~*~Draco\'s Point of View~*~*~*~
\"Angel,\" he had heard Harry whisper, he looked up at Harry in shock. He had
never meant anything to anyone; never had anyone called him anything so sweet
and meant it.
All coherent thoughts left his head when he felt Harry\'s warm lips press against
his. He sighed into the kiss, tasting the essence of the boy who lived.
He wrapped his arms around Harry\'s waist and pulled him closer.
Harry stiffened as there naked bodies touched. After a moment, he relaxed back
into Draco\'s arms.
Draco began to slowly run his hands along Harry\'s back, exploring the warm flesh
underneath his fingertips. He had waited so long, so long to feel the skin of
his rival.
When he felt Harrys hands begin to wander, he knew it was time to move on to
step two. Slowly and very cautiously, he started to move them backwards, never
breaking the kiss.
He found what he was looking for and slowly stepped into the warm bathtub,
pulling Harry with him and pinning him against a wall.
So far, so good.
~*~*~*~Harry\'s Point of View~*~*~*~
Harry sighed when he felt the warm water hit his back; Draco had somehow managed
to get them into the bathtub. Which was okay, hell it was more then okay. Draco
was providing warmth, but not enough to keep you from freezing in a cold
bathroom.
He moaned when he felt Draco press against the place where he needed the most
attention. Unintentionally bucking against his leg.
\"Someone\'s a little needy,\" Draco teased, and Harry glared at him, moaning in
loss when he felt Draco pull away. He whimpered and gave him a pathetic look,
the most pathetic look he could muster.
\"Be patient love, you\'ll get what you want.\" He said but the pressure didn\'t
return.
Harry sighed and rested his head against Draco\'s neck, its not that he minded
being bottom, he just felt the need to give back. He nuzzled Draco\'s neck when
he suddenly got an idea.
\"Harry.\" Draco moaned into his ear when Harry bit his ear lobe softly, running
his hand along Draco\'s stomach.
He finally got his hand to where he wanted it, and he loved the little noises
Draco was making as he stroked his member under the bubbles in the bathtub. He
couldn\'t help but smirk when he felt Draco buck up into his hand.
\"Now look who is the needy one.\" Harry mocked, kissing his neck softly when
Draco glared.
\"Just a joke\" and after only a moment\'s hesitation, \"Love.\"
Harry watched as Draco\'s eyes flew open and he looked at him with a look of
surprise.
Harry broke their gaze and nuzzled against Draco\'s neck.
\"I liked you forever,\" Harry admitted, \"When I first met you, I loved you, I
hated myself for denying you on the train that first day but you were such a
jerk, and I•I couldn\'t bare to think that if I had choose you over them, I would
have regretted it. I hated the way you treated people, but you were so
beautiful.\" Harry knew he sounded stupid, muttering on about his feelings. \"You
never saw me as the boy who lived, you saw me as an annoying twit.\" He concluded
deciding to end his stupidity there.
He watched as Draco\'s eyes grew large and he let out a moan of soft pleasure
when Harry continued to stroke him. He wrapped his hand around Draco, pumping
softly, loving the noises he got Draco to make once again.
\"Harry stop it please,\" Draco moaned out, pushing the offending hand away. Harry
looked up, shocked and a little hurt.
\"No don\'t get all offended, I want to cum in you please,\" Draco pleaded.
\"Draco I don\'t know\" Harry said, the touching and such had been plenty enough
for him, he wasn\'t so sure about this
\"Ah, I see Potters a virgin. Don\'t worry Harry, I know what am doing.\" Draco
said, and Harry only nodded in response. He grabbed onto something he vaguely
recognized as a tap.
Harry moaned and cried out in pain when he felt the first finger enter him. It
hurt like hell at first; he could barely make out the words of small comfort in
his ear.
After a few moments of pumping the finger in and out, Harry began to feel
better, and a little fuller.
The next time Harry cried out however, it wasn\'t from pain, it was from the
little stars forming in front of his closed eyes.
\"Draco\" he moaned, clinging to the tap.
He whimpered when the fingers were removed from inside of him, he felt empty
very suddenly, and he didn\'t like it.
\"Patience, are you ready?\" Harry faintly heard his former enemy question and he
nodded.
He felt himself being penetrated slowly, and he cried out in pain. Draco froze,
and looked down at Harry with questioning, loving eyes.
\"No\" Harry said, kissing Draco\'s forehead softly.
Harry bit back tears as Draco moved deeper into him, gasping when he felt the
wonderful full sensation once again.
\"Relax, you have to relax.\" Draco whispered softly, stroking Harry trying to
take his mind off of the pain.
Harry gasped and relaxed as best as he could.
He felt Draco move and let out a cry of pain. He heard Draco whisper that it
would feel better soon, but Harry couldn\'t imagine anything at that point but
the horrific pain he was feeling.
That was until...
Once again Harry was seeing stars and cried out, screaming Draco\'s name.
He couldn\'t see it but he was almost positive that Draco smiled.
He moaned and squirmed, he was so close to climaxing, so damn bloody hell close.
He cried out Draco\'s name as he released, twitching slightly as he felt Draco
release as well.
He looked over and realized with slight amusement that he had turned on the
faucet he had been gripping; pink bubble floated around the two boys heads.
Harry smiled at them as he rested his head on Draco\'s shoulder.
\"I love you, Draco Malfoy.\" Harry whispered suddenly, not realizing that he
really did mean it.
Suddenly, he found himself pushed against the bathtub wall and staring at a
laughing and highly amused looking Draco.
\"So easily fooled Potter,\" Draco\'s icy smirk was back, causing Harry to feel
very cold, despite the warm water surrounding him, \"You think I actually liked
you? Much less loved you? I don\'t want to see you alive Potter, much less see
you naked.\"
Draco stepped back and Harry shivered once again, the eyes that had been so
true, so loving only minutes before, were filled once again with the usual
hatred and loathing that were there on a constant basis.
\"Better watch your back, Potter, wouldn\'t want anyone to find out about this
little escapade would you? Your little crush on me; especially not my father, or
your little friends, or even better yet, the Daily Prophet? I would do it in an
instant Potter, so mind your manners and your mouth, Goodnight.\" Draco stepped
out of the tub, dressed and left.
Harry stood in the water feeling both heartbroken and pissed off. It was twenty
minutes and a good cry later that he finally got out, dressed in his night
clothes grabbed the cloak and headed back to Gryffindor tower.