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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,003
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Harry Potter characters belongs to J. K. Rowling, and I do not make any money of this.
Electric
Soundtrack: Madrugada - electric
I want to hold your hand, and never let go
Do you even know how that feels?
Do you know the sweet pain of separation?
Can you feel my stares on you, the longing that fills my every breath?
Can you?
How can you not?
How can you not feel my longing, my pain, my love for you?
I drown...
~~~ * ~~~
Harry stares over the vacant Hall. There aren't many left. Not more than ten students. Three Gryffindors, two Hufflepuffs whose conversation on herbs and fungi travel throughout the Hall, a studying Ravenclaw, and then there is him. Him and his friends. Harry had stared at him so often under pretense of hate, his own friends didn't care to comment on it anymore.
It was a while since he had realized. He had come to terms with it quite easily, almost too easily. He had had his girls. It just wasn't for him, even though he had so desperatly wanted it to be so. He had kissed Cho, it had been an event, as a first kiss, but not a lasting memory, nor a lasting feeling. His other kiss had been Ginny. The kiss itself wasn't meant for her, it was meant for Ron. But how could he? He couldn't. In the end, the crush had faded. Harry suspected it was a normal thing amongst boys like himself. Waking up, and falling for someone you already care for. But then.. then he had woken up for real. It wasn't a quick discovery, nor was it a pleasant thing, but Harry took it well.
It had been after a detention together when one of his acid comments had made him wake up. "I'd prefer it if next time we're stuck in detention together, you wouldn't drool all over me, Scarhead." Harry had been shaken off his feet, not even being able to respond before he had made his way past Harry, a strike of silver lightning hitting him right where he'd never see it coming. He had been staring at Malfoy, he had. But only because a torch behind his head had seemingly given him a halo, making him look angelic, above this world, royal, divine. Harry had wished that he was an artist, to capture such beauty, to ensure that that moment would never fade. But he didn't once think that ... or did he? Malfoy had noticed him staring, that wasn't nearly as embarrassing as it should be.
Harry hadn't slept that night. He had wondered, he had dug deep inside himself, and found that what Malfoy had seen in him, was true. The sheer fact that Malfoy was someone Harry would fall for, didn't unnerve Harry quite as much as the fact that Malfoy had read his stare so correctly, before he'd even realized it himself.
They had had quarrels, they had had fights, they had hated eachother. But these last few months, the bickering had been little, the fights not even present, and the hate evaporated from Harrys mind. He had seen a change in Draco after his father was imprisoned. He'd lost a parent, as Harry saw it. There was no need to be cruel. Maybe that was what separated them. Gryffindor and Slytherin. What they wouldn't do, how far they would go. Brave and cunning, loyal and cruel.
Harry remembered the Sorting Hat. How it almost placed him in Slytherin.. How would it have gone, how would it have been, if he had been Slytherin from the start? Would they have been friends, lovers? Would they have fought over dominance in the Slytherin quarters? Harry lay pondering. He felt in the deep, dark corners of his heart that he longed for Malfoy. He wanted him to acknowledge him, to do something, Harry had a primal urge to howl like a werewolf after changing his skin.
The Ravenclaw left the Hall, the Hufflepuffs remained.
Soundtrack: Tomoyasu Hotei - Battle without Honour
Harry stood up, ignoring the questions from his friends, and gaze fixed on Malfoy, made his way over to the Slytherin table. He ignored the comments, he ignored the croonies, all he saw was Malfoy. He stepped up on the table, jumped down on the other side, grabbed hold of Malfoy, and threw him into the wall, kissing him as if life depended on it. Then he walked away, a feeling of freedom overwhelming him, urging him to be himself, to fly.
Freedom lies in what you make of what you've got.
*********************
A/N:
Not sure if this is a WIP,or a oneshot.. I really don't know. It's really old,and I have no idea if I had a plan to develop this any further. I'm just going through old notes.
I want to hold your hand, and never let go
Do you even know how that feels?
Do you know the sweet pain of separation?
Can you feel my stares on you, the longing that fills my every breath?
Can you?
How can you not?
How can you not feel my longing, my pain, my love for you?
I drown...
~~~ * ~~~
Harry stares over the vacant Hall. There aren't many left. Not more than ten students. Three Gryffindors, two Hufflepuffs whose conversation on herbs and fungi travel throughout the Hall, a studying Ravenclaw, and then there is him. Him and his friends. Harry had stared at him so often under pretense of hate, his own friends didn't care to comment on it anymore.
It was a while since he had realized. He had come to terms with it quite easily, almost too easily. He had had his girls. It just wasn't for him, even though he had so desperatly wanted it to be so. He had kissed Cho, it had been an event, as a first kiss, but not a lasting memory, nor a lasting feeling. His other kiss had been Ginny. The kiss itself wasn't meant for her, it was meant for Ron. But how could he? He couldn't. In the end, the crush had faded. Harry suspected it was a normal thing amongst boys like himself. Waking up, and falling for someone you already care for. But then.. then he had woken up for real. It wasn't a quick discovery, nor was it a pleasant thing, but Harry took it well.
It had been after a detention together when one of his acid comments had made him wake up. "I'd prefer it if next time we're stuck in detention together, you wouldn't drool all over me, Scarhead." Harry had been shaken off his feet, not even being able to respond before he had made his way past Harry, a strike of silver lightning hitting him right where he'd never see it coming. He had been staring at Malfoy, he had. But only because a torch behind his head had seemingly given him a halo, making him look angelic, above this world, royal, divine. Harry had wished that he was an artist, to capture such beauty, to ensure that that moment would never fade. But he didn't once think that ... or did he? Malfoy had noticed him staring, that wasn't nearly as embarrassing as it should be.
Harry hadn't slept that night. He had wondered, he had dug deep inside himself, and found that what Malfoy had seen in him, was true. The sheer fact that Malfoy was someone Harry would fall for, didn't unnerve Harry quite as much as the fact that Malfoy had read his stare so correctly, before he'd even realized it himself.
They had had quarrels, they had had fights, they had hated eachother. But these last few months, the bickering had been little, the fights not even present, and the hate evaporated from Harrys mind. He had seen a change in Draco after his father was imprisoned. He'd lost a parent, as Harry saw it. There was no need to be cruel. Maybe that was what separated them. Gryffindor and Slytherin. What they wouldn't do, how far they would go. Brave and cunning, loyal and cruel.
Harry remembered the Sorting Hat. How it almost placed him in Slytherin.. How would it have gone, how would it have been, if he had been Slytherin from the start? Would they have been friends, lovers? Would they have fought over dominance in the Slytherin quarters? Harry lay pondering. He felt in the deep, dark corners of his heart that he longed for Malfoy. He wanted him to acknowledge him, to do something, Harry had a primal urge to howl like a werewolf after changing his skin.
The Ravenclaw left the Hall, the Hufflepuffs remained.
Soundtrack: Tomoyasu Hotei - Battle without Honour
Harry stood up, ignoring the questions from his friends, and gaze fixed on Malfoy, made his way over to the Slytherin table. He ignored the comments, he ignored the croonies, all he saw was Malfoy. He stepped up on the table, jumped down on the other side, grabbed hold of Malfoy, and threw him into the wall, kissing him as if life depended on it. Then he walked away, a feeling of freedom overwhelming him, urging him to be himself, to fly.
Freedom lies in what you make of what you've got.
*********************
A/N:
Not sure if this is a WIP,or a oneshot.. I really don't know. It's really old,and I have no idea if I had a plan to develop this any further. I'm just going through old notes.