Is it Love?
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
3,669
Reviews:
27
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Is it Love?
Title: Is it Love?
Author: Bernsteinnixe
Email: Bernstein_nixe@yahoo.com
Website: http://www.naughtyelfcafe.com
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Harry, Draco and any other characters/places mentioned in this story are the property of J.K. Rowling….
Summary: Draco is desperate for Harry’s touch—but his plan doesn’t go quite as planned…..
Is it Love
‘Is it Love?
‘It has to be. What else would cause one to stoop so low, to ignite within the one they love a false desire rather than to spend another night alone, dreaming of his touch?’
Most people would say it was an unhealthy obsession, rather than love; but Draco knew better. He LOVED Harry Potter. He had loved the Boy-Who-Lived from the moment he had laid eyes on him at Madam Malkin’s. Well, to be honest, at that age he had not been able to identify the feeling as love. Back then, he didn’t know why being near Potter gave him that fluttering feeling which made him feel sick to his stomach, but that he couldn’t get enough of. Or why he had been so hurt when the dark-haired boy had refused his friendship. It wasn’t until fourth year, when an accidental brushing of their fingertips sent shivers down his spine, when he began to have naughty dreams featuring Harry and would wake up with a sticky mess beneath his boxers that he began to understand his feelings for his arch nemesis.
Nearly two years had passed since then, and Draco’s feelings had only intensified. But Harry still hated him. Not that Draco had done anything to deserve otherwise. He wanted to change, to make Harry see that he wasn’t the evil git everyone thought he was—but he didn’t know how.
Draco sighed, closed his eyes. Any minute now, Potter would be sipping from that bottle of love-spiked pumpkin juice. Would it work? Draco swallowed a lump as he fantasized about what tomorrow could bring.
“I love you, Potter,” he whispered to the autumn breeze coming from the window before surrendering to sleep.
******
Looking down at his plate, Draco realized that he had barely touched his food. He had spent the entire time looking over at Potter’s table, brooding. The dark-haired boy had not even sent one glance in his direction. It obviously hadn’t worked! But how could it not? If there was one thing Draco was knew he was good at, it was whipping up potions. Maybe he didn’t drink it? Draco’s eyes widened in horror. Maybe someone else accidentally did….
Draco’s heart sank to the floor. He was about to resign himself to believing he would have to endure a lifetime without ever knowing the warmth of Harry’s embrace, when suddenly…
“Potter’s staring at you,” Crabbe said flatly.
Draco’s eyes shot upward, only to be met by Harry’s emerald orbs. His breath caught in his throat: the look Harry was giving him was one of pure, unbridled lust. Draco tried hard to give him his best Malfoy glare in return, but inside, his stomach was doing backflips. He couldn’t wait until Potions….
*******
‘Please, pair me with Potter. Please, pair me with Potter,’ Draco thought, as he always did, when Snape began calling out pairs.
“And Potter, you will be working with Malfoy.”
“AGAIN?” Draco drawled. His heart raced as he watched Harry-- who looked extremely uncomfortable-- approach.
Draco couldn’t hide a smirk. The potion was definitely working. Whereas Potter was always in a hurry to get everything done whenever he was paired with Draco, now he hesitated. It was obvious he was experiencing great inner turmoil.
“What’s the matter, Potter?” said Draco.
“N-nothing,” said Harry, scooting his chair forward to hide the source of his discomfort under the table.
“You’re freaking me out, Potter. You’ve been ogling at me all day, and now you’re acting all weird. I hope you haven’t developed a crush on me or something…”
“You wish!” Harry snarled.
‘I most certainly do…’ thought Draco. He watched Potter out of the corner of his eye as Harry tried to focus on skinning his shrivelfig. Draco could sense the dark-haired boy’s arousal. He was radiating heat and it was making it hard for Draco to breathe.
Occasionally, Harry would steal a glance at Draco and their eyes would meet. “Is there something you want from me, Potter?” Draco drawled near the end of class, after this had happened for about the hundredth time. He praised himself inwardly for managing to sound both annoyed and oh-so-seductive.
“No.”
“Are you sure?” Draco reached under the table to rub the bulge in Harry’s trouser’s. Harry bit his lip and closed his eyes. His hand covered Draco’s, guiding it.
Suddenly, Harry’s eyes popped open and he had a look on his face as if he only just realized what was happening. Jumping out of his seat, he rushed out of the room.
Draco smiled. Things were working out perfectly.
Tbc.....
Author: Bernsteinnixe
Email: Bernstein_nixe@yahoo.com
Website: http://www.naughtyelfcafe.com
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Harry, Draco and any other characters/places mentioned in this story are the property of J.K. Rowling….
Summary: Draco is desperate for Harry’s touch—but his plan doesn’t go quite as planned…..
Is it Love
‘Is it Love?
‘It has to be. What else would cause one to stoop so low, to ignite within the one they love a false desire rather than to spend another night alone, dreaming of his touch?’
Most people would say it was an unhealthy obsession, rather than love; but Draco knew better. He LOVED Harry Potter. He had loved the Boy-Who-Lived from the moment he had laid eyes on him at Madam Malkin’s. Well, to be honest, at that age he had not been able to identify the feeling as love. Back then, he didn’t know why being near Potter gave him that fluttering feeling which made him feel sick to his stomach, but that he couldn’t get enough of. Or why he had been so hurt when the dark-haired boy had refused his friendship. It wasn’t until fourth year, when an accidental brushing of their fingertips sent shivers down his spine, when he began to have naughty dreams featuring Harry and would wake up with a sticky mess beneath his boxers that he began to understand his feelings for his arch nemesis.
Nearly two years had passed since then, and Draco’s feelings had only intensified. But Harry still hated him. Not that Draco had done anything to deserve otherwise. He wanted to change, to make Harry see that he wasn’t the evil git everyone thought he was—but he didn’t know how.
Draco sighed, closed his eyes. Any minute now, Potter would be sipping from that bottle of love-spiked pumpkin juice. Would it work? Draco swallowed a lump as he fantasized about what tomorrow could bring.
“I love you, Potter,” he whispered to the autumn breeze coming from the window before surrendering to sleep.
******
Looking down at his plate, Draco realized that he had barely touched his food. He had spent the entire time looking over at Potter’s table, brooding. The dark-haired boy had not even sent one glance in his direction. It obviously hadn’t worked! But how could it not? If there was one thing Draco was knew he was good at, it was whipping up potions. Maybe he didn’t drink it? Draco’s eyes widened in horror. Maybe someone else accidentally did….
Draco’s heart sank to the floor. He was about to resign himself to believing he would have to endure a lifetime without ever knowing the warmth of Harry’s embrace, when suddenly…
“Potter’s staring at you,” Crabbe said flatly.
Draco’s eyes shot upward, only to be met by Harry’s emerald orbs. His breath caught in his throat: the look Harry was giving him was one of pure, unbridled lust. Draco tried hard to give him his best Malfoy glare in return, but inside, his stomach was doing backflips. He couldn’t wait until Potions….
*******
‘Please, pair me with Potter. Please, pair me with Potter,’ Draco thought, as he always did, when Snape began calling out pairs.
“And Potter, you will be working with Malfoy.”
“AGAIN?” Draco drawled. His heart raced as he watched Harry-- who looked extremely uncomfortable-- approach.
Draco couldn’t hide a smirk. The potion was definitely working. Whereas Potter was always in a hurry to get everything done whenever he was paired with Draco, now he hesitated. It was obvious he was experiencing great inner turmoil.
“What’s the matter, Potter?” said Draco.
“N-nothing,” said Harry, scooting his chair forward to hide the source of his discomfort under the table.
“You’re freaking me out, Potter. You’ve been ogling at me all day, and now you’re acting all weird. I hope you haven’t developed a crush on me or something…”
“You wish!” Harry snarled.
‘I most certainly do…’ thought Draco. He watched Potter out of the corner of his eye as Harry tried to focus on skinning his shrivelfig. Draco could sense the dark-haired boy’s arousal. He was radiating heat and it was making it hard for Draco to breathe.
Occasionally, Harry would steal a glance at Draco and their eyes would meet. “Is there something you want from me, Potter?” Draco drawled near the end of class, after this had happened for about the hundredth time. He praised himself inwardly for managing to sound both annoyed and oh-so-seductive.
“No.”
“Are you sure?” Draco reached under the table to rub the bulge in Harry’s trouser’s. Harry bit his lip and closed his eyes. His hand covered Draco’s, guiding it.
Suddenly, Harry’s eyes popped open and he had a look on his face as if he only just realized what was happening. Jumping out of his seat, he rushed out of the room.
Draco smiled. Things were working out perfectly.
Tbc.....