A/N: Hi people! I'm so glad you decide to give this little fic a try, but first some warnings...
For all you little kiddies: Scoot! This story is not for you. I don't want to be responsible for urm- corrupting young minds.
For all you homophobes: Scoot! This story is not for you.
For all people still remaining who have open minds and nothing else to do: Welcome!
This fic is rather slashy. (Mad scramble for doors.) Those of you left, please let me know what you think. If no one likes it, I won't continue.
P.S. For the person who signs their reviews Blah blah blah and other like him/her, you have been quite fairly and profusely warned that this is slash.
1. I said it in the summary
2. It's rated R, so it's probably got a lot of slash.
3. I said this fic was not for homophobes (that would be people who are scared of the thought of two people of the same sex having sex)
4. I said this fic is and I quote: rather slashy.
Now, if you are so stupid as to ignore these warnings, be disgusted, but I don't need to hear about it. A few more things: I am not gay, and I'm not a freak. I'm insane. Get it right!
P.P.S. Enjoy!
***
He stood there watching him as he lay asleep. Moonlight reflected off his flawless skin. His feathery hair seemed the stuff moonbeams were made of. It floated around his face, framing his almost feminine beauty. He was a creature carved from ice, cold, distant, remote, hard, unyielding, yet at times he seemed as fragile as ice. His hard silver eyes reminded Harry of his character. He was like a snowstorm in a dense wood, beautiful, yet deadly if you wandered into it. He was as ruthless as the bitter cold North that was home to the ice from which his form was created.
His eyes ceased to wander and rested on his lips, so soft, so inviting without their usual smirk. He reached out to touch those lips but thought better of it. "What would it be like to kiss those lips?" he wondered silently. Would they be as cold as ice or burn like fire? Would he survive their touch? Would he be consumed and turned to ash if they were offered to him in passion? Or would he wither away if they remained cold and inflexible, reminding him of the impossibility of this newfound attraction?
Attraction. That was too weak of a word. Desire was better. Desire. Craving. Obsession. That's what it was, an all consuming lust to feel him, taste him. Something that drove him insane and made him endure the harsh, stinging comments that fell from the same lips he yearned to kiss. A thirst that drove him mad when he could see his desire but not touch and madder still when even that much was denied.
He lay there like a prince in a backward fairy tale, waiting for a kiss to wake him up, but not a kiss from Harry. Nay, never a kiss from Harry. Harry knew this better than anyone and it broke his heart. Yet he was still tormented by the sight of those silken lips. He saw them when he closed his eyes, mocking him. They were so tempting. What would it be like to kiss them? "NO!" a little voice in his head screamed. "Don't do this! You can't-" Fuck it, he thought suddenly. He couldn't stand it anymore. He had to know.
He leaned over and kissed his lips gently. He got a quick response. He felt his tongue exploring his mouth gently. Harry had his answer. It was like ice burning through his veins, chilling him and igniting his passion at the same time. He sank to his knees. The other boy opened his eyes. "Harry?" Draco said softly "What the hell are you doing here?"
It was then that Harry realized he had just made the biggest mistake of his life.
**^.^ **
He stood frozen for a moment. Then he thought, If I'm damned, might as well be thoroughly damned. He grabbed Draco by the shoulders and kissed him again. He felt a shiver of ecstasy when Draco surrendered in his arms, relinquishing for one moment his insufferable pride.
Harry's head was spinning. His knees were in danger of giving out. "Oh, God, not now," he prayed in his head. " Not now." If there was a world outside this kiss he didn't want to know. Let Voldemort storm in here. He didn't care. His knees buckled. Draco's arms locked around him and held him up. From that moment Draco was kissing Harry.
Harry wanted to die. The kiss seemed to go on forever, but he knew it had to end and he didn't want to be there when it did. He didn't want to explain to Draco why or how he had sneaked into his dorm and had kissed him. He didn't want to have to leave and pretend everything was normal.
"You're cruel, " he whispered when Draco pulled away.
"I had to breathe," Draco protested, his lips brushing Harry's ear. Harry leaned against Draco, closing his eyes against the swirl of emotions inside. He was spent, but he was there in Draco's arms, and he could feel Draco's heart beating as fast as his own. He felt his lips on his neck, working slowly upward. Harry lay still. He felt the desire to kiss him stirring again. He was motionless as Draco landed butterfly kisses on his cheeks and eyelids.
Finally, Harry felt Draco's lips on his. They were cold as he parted Harry's lips with his tongue, but the feelings he sent through Harry were anything but. Harry was overcome with waves of ecstasy, simply drowning in them. His breath came in short, sharp gasps. Draco kissed him with a new urgency, holding him so tight he felt like he was going to melt into him. His lips moved back down Harry's neck, his hands unfastening his robe. He kissed Harry's shoulders, caressed his back. It was all Harry could do to keep quiet. He let a soft moan escape him.
A sudden noise parted them. Draco drew up Harry's robes quickly. They froze for a moment. All was quiet. Draco kissed Harry once more. "You should go now, Harry," Draco whispered in between kisses.
"I'd much rather stay," was the reply.
"Harry-"Draco said before Harry kissed him.
"H'm?"
"There will be other nights." He put his hands on his shoulders. "You have to go before you're caught."
Reluctantly, Harry left. He felt better when he was staring at the curtains of his own bed. After all, like Draco said, there would be other nights.
***
The end of this part. Thank you for bearing with me. Please review.
Luv ya-
Silver
For all you little kiddies: Scoot! This story is not for you. I don't want to be responsible for urm- corrupting young minds.
For all you homophobes: Scoot! This story is not for you.
For all people still remaining who have open minds and nothing else to do: Welcome!
This fic is rather slashy. (Mad scramble for doors.) Those of you left, please let me know what you think. If no one likes it, I won't continue.
P.S. For the person who signs their reviews Blah blah blah and other like him/her, you have been quite fairly and profusely warned that this is slash.
1. I said it in the summary
2. It's rated R, so it's probably got a lot of slash.
3. I said this fic was not for homophobes (that would be people who are scared of the thought of two people of the same sex having sex)
4. I said this fic is and I quote: rather slashy.
Now, if you are so stupid as to ignore these warnings, be disgusted, but I don't need to hear about it. A few more things: I am not gay, and I'm not a freak. I'm insane. Get it right!
P.P.S. Enjoy!
***
He stood there watching him as he lay asleep. Moonlight reflected off his flawless skin. His feathery hair seemed the stuff moonbeams were made of. It floated around his face, framing his almost feminine beauty. He was a creature carved from ice, cold, distant, remote, hard, unyielding, yet at times he seemed as fragile as ice. His hard silver eyes reminded Harry of his character. He was like a snowstorm in a dense wood, beautiful, yet deadly if you wandered into it. He was as ruthless as the bitter cold North that was home to the ice from which his form was created.
His eyes ceased to wander and rested on his lips, so soft, so inviting without their usual smirk. He reached out to touch those lips but thought better of it. "What would it be like to kiss those lips?" he wondered silently. Would they be as cold as ice or burn like fire? Would he survive their touch? Would he be consumed and turned to ash if they were offered to him in passion? Or would he wither away if they remained cold and inflexible, reminding him of the impossibility of this newfound attraction?
Attraction. That was too weak of a word. Desire was better. Desire. Craving. Obsession. That's what it was, an all consuming lust to feel him, taste him. Something that drove him insane and made him endure the harsh, stinging comments that fell from the same lips he yearned to kiss. A thirst that drove him mad when he could see his desire but not touch and madder still when even that much was denied.
He lay there like a prince in a backward fairy tale, waiting for a kiss to wake him up, but not a kiss from Harry. Nay, never a kiss from Harry. Harry knew this better than anyone and it broke his heart. Yet he was still tormented by the sight of those silken lips. He saw them when he closed his eyes, mocking him. They were so tempting. What would it be like to kiss them? "NO!" a little voice in his head screamed. "Don't do this! You can't-" Fuck it, he thought suddenly. He couldn't stand it anymore. He had to know.
He leaned over and kissed his lips gently. He got a quick response. He felt his tongue exploring his mouth gently. Harry had his answer. It was like ice burning through his veins, chilling him and igniting his passion at the same time. He sank to his knees. The other boy opened his eyes. "Harry?" Draco said softly "What the hell are you doing here?"
It was then that Harry realized he had just made the biggest mistake of his life.
**^.^ **
He stood frozen for a moment. Then he thought, If I'm damned, might as well be thoroughly damned. He grabbed Draco by the shoulders and kissed him again. He felt a shiver of ecstasy when Draco surrendered in his arms, relinquishing for one moment his insufferable pride.
Harry's head was spinning. His knees were in danger of giving out. "Oh, God, not now," he prayed in his head. " Not now." If there was a world outside this kiss he didn't want to know. Let Voldemort storm in here. He didn't care. His knees buckled. Draco's arms locked around him and held him up. From that moment Draco was kissing Harry.
Harry wanted to die. The kiss seemed to go on forever, but he knew it had to end and he didn't want to be there when it did. He didn't want to explain to Draco why or how he had sneaked into his dorm and had kissed him. He didn't want to have to leave and pretend everything was normal.
"You're cruel, " he whispered when Draco pulled away.
"I had to breathe," Draco protested, his lips brushing Harry's ear. Harry leaned against Draco, closing his eyes against the swirl of emotions inside. He was spent, but he was there in Draco's arms, and he could feel Draco's heart beating as fast as his own. He felt his lips on his neck, working slowly upward. Harry lay still. He felt the desire to kiss him stirring again. He was motionless as Draco landed butterfly kisses on his cheeks and eyelids.
Finally, Harry felt Draco's lips on his. They were cold as he parted Harry's lips with his tongue, but the feelings he sent through Harry were anything but. Harry was overcome with waves of ecstasy, simply drowning in them. His breath came in short, sharp gasps. Draco kissed him with a new urgency, holding him so tight he felt like he was going to melt into him. His lips moved back down Harry's neck, his hands unfastening his robe. He kissed Harry's shoulders, caressed his back. It was all Harry could do to keep quiet. He let a soft moan escape him.
A sudden noise parted them. Draco drew up Harry's robes quickly. They froze for a moment. All was quiet. Draco kissed Harry once more. "You should go now, Harry," Draco whispered in between kisses.
"I'd much rather stay," was the reply.
"Harry-"Draco said before Harry kissed him.
"H'm?"
"There will be other nights." He put his hands on his shoulders. "You have to go before you're caught."
Reluctantly, Harry left. He felt better when he was staring at the curtains of his own bed. After all, like Draco said, there would be other nights.
***
The end of this part. Thank you for bearing with me. Please review.
Luv ya-
Silver