Raven locks

I think it was in forth year that everything changed.

After that I was just fighting myself, denying reality and trying to live up to my fathers expectations. Trying to be the perfect son he'd raised me to be as well as keeping my appearance in school.

I don't really know the exact moment that the hate turned to love but one day I had looked at Potter's picture in the Daily prophet with that mudblood Granger hanging around his neck and fuck- It had strangely enough hurt as hell.

I tried to label it as disgust. Disgust that Potter would let himself be embraced of a filthy mudblood. Disgust that the whole wizard world was made to suffer the awkward hug between said mudblood and the boy of wonder. So I had naturally put my heart into making life hell for Potter as his Hero-status was steadily increasing with every task in the triwizard tournament. I had even made sure to snog in front of him and the weasel at the Yule ball… Right then I had a legit reason in my mind to why it would make Potter feel bad. Something about showing off what I had and he could never have. But of late I've realised the act for what it was… A way to make Potter jealous. That it took this long for me to realise only shows how blind even a Slytherin is to fucking love.

I had started to see things more clearly when Potter showed up with Diggory dead in his arms. I saw that boy-wonder didn't live the life of a prince hidden away in a golden castle.

0But I turned my sympathy into self-disgust as I next year used Diggory's death as ammunition to trigger scar-head. It didn't make me happy to watch Potter angry or hateful, but it calmed me down to know that we were still the same. That I was still concealing whatever had been awoken when I saw those ruffled raven locks in the arms of Granger. That we still hated each other and things were as they were suppose to be.

But I had this constant ache inside and right then, it was easy to blame it on Potter. He made me miserable, and if I was torn and broken so should he be.

Maybe the fog of hate that I'd protected myself with would have stayed if not for that faithful day in the bathroom. That day when Potter had marked me with scars, making me not so different from himself as I cried bleeding on the floor, just as he'd cried when clutching the dead Hufflepuff.

When I woke up in the hospital wing with a thin silver line across my chest I knew that Potter wasn't something I would ever be able to forget or move on from. Potter was someone everyone wanted something from; there were no exceptions as we were all fans of the boy who lived. But I could pretend to be the exception, the archenemy that only wanted him to suffer, never expecting him to be something he wasn't. Did that make me special? I had to hope so as I continued to play my part, only with less fire.

But in the grand making no secrets stays hidden. Maybe it was while facing the beat-up face of one Harry Potter in the hands of Death Eaters that the grand realisation came to me.

I loved Harry fucking Potter.

Just like everyone else. It made me want to kiss the mangled face of boy-wonder as well as doom him to death for making me, Draco bloody Malfoy, fall in love. Since then it wasn't so much about me, more about staying alive and trying to help, if all possible, boy-wonder.

In the end he won the war. After breaking my heart with his fake death and after breaking it again with forgiving me. With the forgiveness I no longer had any connections to the raven-haired saviour. No longer any way to claim his attention without being one of them, the mindless fans. The ones Potter would smile at before moving on, forgetting their very existence as soon as they were out of his vision field.

I would rather die than being that. So I kept quiet, tried to remain as someone not-like-everybody-else in the eyes of boy-wonder. At least I didn't have to be mean anymore, didn't have to look at him with hate when in reality the opposite went through my mind. Didn't have to meet those blazing green eyes and fear that instead of sneering I would smile and everything would be ruined.

Because all my ties to wonder boy was severed. I had no reason to see him ever again and I cried alone for a very long time because of it.

But then life decided to grant an ex Death Eater a year of happiness by being able to attend Hogwarts one last time. By giving me the gift of watching Potter a whole year before being separated for good. Dooming me to live of paper clips, statues, books and memories of the wizard world's saviour.

So when my last year at Hogwarts started I kept my head down. Tried to go by unnoticed, even if that was as far away from a Malfoy one could come. But Merlin fate sometimes had a cruel twist to her blessings.

At the first day of school Harry Potter had stepped into the Great Hall, fashionably late and stolen breaths away. He'd been different from last year… in so many ways. He had grown at least three inches over the summer, which left his character looming over Granger and looking eye to eye with Weasley as they strolled down the Gryffindor table. Potter's hair was no longer short and trimmed but once again wild and untamed, almost like forth year. His clothes was rather plain, but just that he'd put on fitting clothes made a hell-of-a-lot difference if the stares in the Great Hall was anything to go at. But of course, the biggest change of all was his magical pressure. It made me feel like a hunted animal, caught in a trap with no way out. But it also felt reassuring. I knew that Potter would never harm anyone not deserving it, he if anyone knew how power could reduce people to slaughtering maniacs. So that Potter of all people had become something close to godlike didn't disturb me as much as reassure that wonder-boy would keep the world order. He would never turn evil, nor would he allow the wizard world to fall down the abyss it just climbed up from.

Sadly I knew two days later that power was something Potter would rather live without.

I don't really know why I was up and walking in the corridors after curfew. I guess that it was after another one of those dreams I'd started to have. Where Potter would come up to me with dangerous eyes and press up against me, reducing me to a quivering mass of something burning and oddly enchanting. Then he would smirk before attaching his mouth to mine and completely devour me.

The dreams had always made me edgy. I had never really thought about Potter in that manner before this eight year. Sure I had stared at his raven locks and tilted smile and felt strange, but I had never really allowed myself to imagine anything more. Somehow those walls had crumbled after seeing Potter grow taller and more confident with the power of at least two Dumbledore's. Now my brain felt free to use its fantasy to the fullest. Only downside to this was that it left me frustrated as hell and scared that Potter would somehow figure it out. I mean looking at Potter and turning away blushing would be a dead giveaway and was something that I'd almost done twice already.

So I'd been walking the halls, trying to walk away my feelings that as usually was in a tumult when I'd run into the golden trio itself. Just my fucking luck.

I immediately fell into my old role as archenemy when Weasley saw me first with a groan of irritation.

"What are you doing here ferret?"

"I could ask the same weasel, here to cause havoc or have they finally thrown you out of the Lions den? You are after all not really an asset."

"Oh just shut up Malfoy", said an all to familiar voice.

For a moment my world slowed down as I turned to the object of my dreams and obsessions. Potter stood there in the dim hall and looked down on me with blazing green eyes and a scowl. I admired his tanned skin and nice built for a few milliseconds before returning his sneer half-heartedly.

"I've authorised permission to walk these halls Potter." I lied with a venomous voice as I stared at a point beside him in a desperate effort to not to drop out of character. "Why don't you and your… Pets just crawl back to where you came from and I might not say it to a teacher."

"Oh really", Potter sounded distrustful as he started to circled around me. I felt the familiar pressure of his magic as it started to become more and more difficult to stand straight.

"No you're right", I bit back and tried to keep some of the oblivious trembling from my voice. "There's no way that I'm letting go of this chance to bust some lions. Consider yourself the reason of the 150 points drop in the Gryffindor hourglass."

Potter actually snarled at me as he stepped closer to my dismay and happiness. He looked truly brilliant as he stood before me with close to glowing eyes as fury was radiating from him. His magic made the impression so much more breath taking as I watched Potter looking more alive than I'd ever seen him.

I was actually just about to drop down on my knees because of Potter's magic as something unexpected saved me. Just before the pressure became too much did someone else fall down behind boy wonder. As Potter turned his attention elsewhere the pressure lessened and I took a deep breath of air as I tried to hide my shaking hands in my pocket.

"Hermione", Potter's voice was lanced with worry as he fell down beside the mudblood witch with careful movements.

"Harry mate", the ginger decided to speak up. "Your magic is kind of overwhelming." The weasel sounded choked as he leaned towards the corridor wall, shaking worse than me. Strange considering that Potter's magic had been focused on me and not on him.

"Oh", Potter responded slowly. I couldn't help but notice the sadness than lanced his voice as the overwhelming pressure suddenly dropped. I felt grateful as well as a bit sad that the magic disappeared almost completely, reduced to a weak pulse in the air.

When Potter turned around I felt a pang of pain. His earlier stance that had screamed power and joy was gone, replaced with a grey replica that could only be described as tiredness. I suddenly hated the weasel for making Potter lock away his magic. Potter who had saved them all, who had lost so many and sacrificed too much.

Boy wonder, or rather boy of pain, turned his attention back towards Granger as she awoke from whatever semi-coma she'd fallen into. The three friends looked at each other for a moment and Potter forced a smile to reassure the airheads that everything was fine. The same airheads that was so magically weak that they couldn't help from fainting at the mere pressure of strong magic.

And that trio had defeated the dark lord? Merlin they must be lucky.

As the trio redirected their focus back to me I'd found myself at the mercy of three wands as Severus rounded the corner.

I couldn't really have wish for a better position to be caught in than that one.

The Gryffindor's had gotten a rather heated telling off and lost the exact amount of points that I'd predicted to my satisfaction and theirs dismay. I'd even heard Weasley mumble: "too bad you saved him from that snake", to Potter who had the decency to look annoyed at the statement.

I had on the other hand been rewarded 20 points for busting students out of bed, never mind I didn't have permission to be out walking either.

But I couldn't really help the feeling of unease as I remembered Potter's tired stance after the shut down and his pained eyes as he'd smiled reassuringly towards his friends.

And some friends they were… Not even noticing the difference when boy-wonder was letting his magic roam free and when he kept it inside of the damn shields. A difference big as night and day if you ask me.

Just that got me thinking. The fact that Potter's power was under heavy shields put up by him and kept by him. To have shields up constantly would be almost impossible. Most wizards could only keep one up the few seconds it took to reflect a curse, not a whole day and absolutely not 24/7. It would leave them tired and drained of energy and magic. I'd swallowed when I realised that Potter probably was even more powerful than I'd imagined. If he didn't have the shields up he'd be able to literarily crush people with his powers. But strangely enough I felt then and feel now that it would be preferable to hurting boy-wonder.

Merlin I really have it bad for Potter if I deem his happiness more important than other people's life.

The thought of Potter's suppression wouldn't leave me alone and I started to notice every twitch of unease in wonder-boy's posture. To say I noticed a lot would be an understatement.

It began to keep me up at night and made me distracted during the day. My friends would probably have wondered what mental disease I'd developed, but most of the seventh year Slytherins hadn't come back for their eight year. I'm pretty certain I wouldn't have either if not for my stupid, stupid crush on Potter.

So here I was, collecting data that pointed towards Potter's struggle that no one seemed to notice? Like what the heck? And I had this nagging feeling that I wouldn't be able to let it go without doing my outmost to fix it. So naturally that's what I planned to do, fix Potter's mess.

I was in the library when I noticed the golden trio studying and it had felt natural to just walk right up to them and ask Potter for a word in private. But then… Everything went wrong.

Or maybe it went right… Soooo very right.

Potter wasn't really as calm as I had presumed when I approached him; I guess old habits die hard, because as soon as I made my presence known I found myself faced with wonder-boy in all his glory. In other words pissed and with shields down. I seemed to have that effect on him.

Then everything became so wonderful and painful that I felt like pinching myself, which I didn't because then I might have woken up.

I had finally gotten Potter alone, but instead for the awkward but necessary conversation about the shield, things just got out of hand.

Like literarily out of hand.

All those messed up dreams I'd had about Potter coming onto me, dark and dangerous suddenly came true. Only reality was a thousands times better than my imagination. Potter had completely devoured me with that fucking mouth of his and I'd barely been able to breathe under the pressure of his magic that seemed to swirl around me and make everything so much more fucking wonderful. I'd felt like a hunted deer, a roaring lion and more alive than ever.

I'd almost lost conscious as Potter had bit down on my throat as if I was a freaking cake and then proceed to kiss it gently. All his actions had confused me and rendered me to a quivering mass of bliss as he'd acted like a damn Casanova. It made me jealous as well as forget anyone I'd ever fancied beside Potter. I'd just held on as I was pressed between a stonewall and the body of my obsession trying ride out the waves of electricity that came with every thrust Potter made against me. My legs quivered as I pressed myself as close as possible to Potter, feeling like never letting go as a familiar heat was building up in my stomach.

I'm pretty certain that I tasted heaven for a second in the arms of Potter.

It was a bittersweet feeling as I knew that whatever had happened wouldn't happen again. Obviously this was a moment of mental weakness on Potter's side and after the lust had stopped fogging his mind he'd push me away, disgusted no doubt.

After I felt Potter shudder against me a short moment after my own peak I stiffened in fear. This was the moment of rejection. Now he'd tear his wonderful mouth away from mine and give me a look of horror before dumping me on the floor. Probably threatening to curse me if I told a soul about our encounter. I was unsure if I would manage to keep my tears at bay long enough for him to leave the room.

But the moment never came.

Amazingly enough Potter's mouth didn't leave mine. I felt how his tongue made lazy movements inside my mouth that I mirrored with almost scared movements. I didn't dare to let go with my legs around his mid, as it felt like the moment would break if I did. My legs shook of tiredness, and I found myself cursing that I didn't work out more as I bravely held on. Taking this last moment of our encounter to do everything I'd dreamed of doing. I ran my hand through Potter's raven locks, feeling content that they were in my embrace instead of another's. I stroked his back that I a few moments ago had felt without the stupid robe in the way. I pressed myself as close as possible to wonder-boy to feel him, one last time.

But everything must come to an end and I reluctantly dropped down from my position on Potter's hips to stand on the floor. My legs betrayed me with not supporting me and I felt mortified as Potter actually helped me to the couch by the fire.

I tried to distance myself as I waited for the moment of rejection, the moment when Potter would say: "This was an mistake" and leave. The worst thing was that Potter without a doubt must know that he had me wrapped around his little finger. I'd freaking moaned his name before rutting against him like some lovesick dog. How I'd ever considered myself a Slytherin was beyond me as I clearly lost all my cunning and acting ability. The sorting hat would yell out Hufflepuff if I put it on right now. I almost sneered in disgust.

But Potter had actually not said anything about the ehm… what had we done exactly? Gotten off on each other? Participated in a heavy make out session? Potter had just sat down beside me and started to withdraw his magic. And that had got me going.

I actually managed to get through to him, as I spilled my opinion on his so called "shields". He'd even started to freaking massage my legs which I by now praised for being weak and betraying me. Just to have his hands on my thighs had almost made me moan as my poker face made a late appearance.

But of course, even that came to an end and as Potter looked at me with serious eyes and I felt myself grow cowardly. I liked Potter. A lot. I didn't want to have him reject me. I didn't want to hear that this was a mistake, that I was a mistake to him. I shuddered as I realized that I would rather never see Potter again than hear about how me loving him was something he regarded with annoyance and irritation.

I fled.

Or tried to, because I should have realized that no one escapes boy-wonder when he wants to tell you something. My cunningness seemed to be on permanent vacation as I blurred out one of the more obvious lies in my life in a pathetic attempt to escape Potter's judgment.

In the end I found myself here. Pressed against the door with Potter leaning over me, inches between our faces.

"We need to talk."

I shivered as Potter's breath ghosted over my cheek and willed myself not to throw me at wonder-boy as his low voice hit something primitive inside of me.

"Must we?" I whined as my body longed to step forwards into Potter's embrace while my heart wept because the act would be receive with rejection. Potter held my gaze firmly as I did my best not to drown in those green eyes.

"Yes", Potter said with finality, leaning an inch closer to me as his eyes roamed my face with something akin to hunger. I felt a pang of hope in my chest as I studied his demeanour. What if he wouldn't reject me? What if Potter actually didn't regret what we'd just done?

I shook my head before the thoughts took root. There was no way that Potter would ever want to do anything else than hex me. Not after years of hate between us. This intercourse we'd just had would without a doubt be considered a moment of insanity. Maybe he would see it like some sort of release for the constant task of keeping his shields up…

What if that was it? What if this had been a release of built up stress and tiredness?

Then… Maybe he would consider doing it again? Potter would be able to blow of steam, and I would get the privilege to experience a bit of heaven. I could just do that? Right? My feelings wouldn't be returned but at least I could be something else than "Malfoy the Enemy" to Potter? Maybe we could be friends? The talk we'd had a moment ago had been enjoyable, nice even.

I almost smiled as I could actually see my line of thoughts happening. This was perfect, an explanation to why Potter had done what he'd done that also left me hopeful that this might become a regular occurrence. The only thing left was convincing Potter that this was a wonderful idea!

"Potter", I begun in a small voice. I silently cursed myself for sounding insecure as I took a step closer to Potter. I had presumed that he would back away from me as I took a step in, but instead he held his ground. Making my lips almost touch his, as I was waaaay to close to be able to sound like anything but a lovesick puppy.

With great effort I continued.

"This", I motioned my hands between the two of us. "Happened because of stress?"

Potter only looked at me as I felt the words leave my lips. He didn't really seem to have heard me as he continued to stare into my eyes with furrowed brows.

"Draco", he said with a strange voice. "Do you know that you really smell like vanilla?"

Of all the things I thought that Potter would have responded with; this wasn't on my list.

"Excuse me?" I said with an equally strange voice.

"Yeah", he continued and dipped his head so his forehead leaned against mine. I felt my heart flutter at the contact. "You smell here…"

My breath stutter as I felt Potter stroke his fingers against my pulse point beneath my jaw. He pressed gently and my eyes almost fluttered close at the sensation.

"Here…"

Potter allowed one of his hands to run through my hair, gently tugging at it as a low whimper escaped from my throat.

"But you actually taste it…" Potter let his thumb rest against my lower lip as he'd done before. I opened my mouth and allowed his thumb to slide in once again, still unable to resist the temptation.

"…here", Potter finished his maddening sentence and pressed his thumb down against my tongue. I couldn't hold back the moan from escaping as Potter once again pressed himself against me, his forehead touching mine and his other hand sneaking around my mid to pull me into an even closer embrace. Whatever argument I'd been about to do was since long forgotten and I allowed myself to be swept away by Potter once again, ignoring the consequences.

"But" Potter said after a few seconds of maddening closeness and euphoria. "I need to know what this is", he moved away from me and I let go of his thumb with a soft pop. There was an instant coldness where Potter had pressed against me, and I felt naked as I stared up into those green eyes with unmasked longing.

He wanted to know what this was. Now was my chance to explain how this could benefactor both of us, how he could release steam and so could I, even if I in secret loved him. But as I stood before the wizard world's saviour himself I couldn't make myself lie. I couldn't label this as something like: "friends with benefits". I just wanted him to know my feelings and pray that he would be kind when rejecting me. Because right now, I just wanted to drop the whole Malfoy act and be Draco.

"I love you", the words barely left my mouth before I realised what I'd done. I made a jerking movement and would have ran away if Potter hadn't grabbed my arms and pressed me up against the door, efficiently cutting off my escape rout.

"You love me?" He said with wonder as he stared at me with large green eyes. I didn't dare meet them as I kept on fighting his grasp, trying to escape.

"Draco", Potter said as I didn't show any signs of listening.

I ignored his plea as my mind had blacked out. All I could think about was how Potter would be disgusted and crush me unintentionally with a face of disturbance as my words registered to his brain.

"Draco, can you just listen for a second." I shook my head and I felt fucking tears threatening to spill over. I felt like a wreak.

"Draco just calm down!"

I kicked Potter in the shin as I doubled my efforts to get away from here. But Potter just pressed himself flushed against me and held me firmly pressed against the door, rendering my movements to the minimum. I was suddenly hit with a heavy wave of Potter's magic and felt my strength leave me as my breath quicken.

I hadn't really felt like a prey until this moment. Now when my whole being wanted to be as far away from here as possible and Potter had me limply pressed against the door.

I felt how fucking tears start to flow of exhaustion and fear and FUCK!

I hated this situation, I hated myself and right now I hated Potter for doing this to me. For making me! A freaking Malfoy cry and being the opposite of the confident man I'd been raised to be.

And then he kissed me.

In one swift movement Potter's mouth once again covered mine and he kissed me like he was dying of thirst and I was water. I had no way of keeping up, and I allowed myself to be devoured as I whimpered into wonder-boy's mouth. Potter explored my mouth with long strokes as he continued to press me into the door. He let go of my hands to grab a hold of my hair with one hand and cup my face with the other. His thumb stroke away the tears on my cheek and I felt something akin to fire burn where he'd touched me.

I let go of anything logical and wrapped my arms around Potter's neck as I felt close to melting together when I pressed into him. Potter tore away from the kiss and I took a deep breath of air as I stared up into the face of one red-lipped Potter. He smirked down at me and for once I was too dazed to return the gesture. He then bent down and licked my lips that I presumed was even more swollen and red than boy-wonder's. I shivered at the sensation.

"Clearly vanilla", he breathed in my face. I stood silent before him as he let his face drop to where my neck met my shoulder. I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly when I felt Potter's warm mouth pressed against my skin. I leaned forward and buried my nose in Potter's raven locks. They were surprisingly soft as I raised my hand and ran it trough them, gently untangling some knots.

We stood so for a while. Just basking in each other's presence. I had stopped panicking and felt drained as I allowed myself not to think and just enjoy the moment. Potter seemed content to just lean against me and sometimes run his tongue over my throat while mapping out my back with his hands.

It felt heavenly.

After a while Potter raised his head from my shoulder and stared down at me. I patiently waited without saying a word. I didn't feel like fighting the inventible anymore and my fear of being outright rejected had lessened after the kind-of-cuddling.

Potter grabbed a hold of my arm and steered me back towards the couch. I followed willingly as I let him manoeuvre me to sit down where I'd sat before. Potter sat down beside me, but instead of leaving it there, he tugged me against him and I found myself laying down on the couch with Potter laying over me. I stared up into the green eyes of wonder-boy as his body pressed down on mine with a wonderful heat. I raised my hands and ran them through Potter's hair as he peered down at me with curious eyes. His hair was blacker than ever against my pale hands and I felt a sad smile grace my features as I played with one of his locks.

Potter's eyes kept studying me, like he tried to figure something out as he grabbed a hold of one of my wrists and kissed my pulse point gently. I swallowed as Potter had done the act without breaking eye contact. As if he wanted to see my reaction. I felt the hot wet trail of a tongue as Potter explored my wrist with a teasing smirk in place.

I am pretty sure that my face must have shown some sort of emotion because Potter dropped the smirk and my wrist in favour of capturing my lips. I tangled my fingers into his hair as I felt the now familiar tongue invade my mouth with rough movements. Potter kept my face in place with strong hands as he gave me one of those kisses that had me drowning by the end of it. He sucked on my lower lip before he realised my mouth with a soft pop, then moving on to nuzzle my neck. Teasing the already bruised skin with nips and licks.

"Potter", I breathed as I felt a familiar tug at my hair. I obediently raised my head to give Potter better access before trying to remember what I was going to say.

"Is it okay?", I finally settled on.

Potter only hummed against my throat. The sound making vibrations that sparked a primitive need within me. But I needed to say this before anything else happened; I needed to know where we stood with each other. Potter obviously thought my attraction to him, no my love for him wasn't a bad thing. And judging from his lips and caresses he didn't find it disgusting to embrace me. So what was I to Potter?

I had told him that he was the one I loved. But Potter hadn't really responded, or rather I hadn't given him the chance. Right then it had felt as if Potter's response would mean a fate worse than death... but now with said Potter ravaging my neck I desperately wanted to have this labelled.

"Me loving you, is it okay?" I forced myself to aske with a hoarse voice even thought I would rather lay back and caress the black-haired beauty above me.

Potter stopped playing with my neck and raised his head to stare down at me. I stared back at him with guarded eyes. He quirked his head to one side and looked at me with a thoughtful expression as he softly ran his fingers up and down my throat.

"How can you love me?" He asked at last as he shifted above me, starting sparks everywhere within me. I tried to concentrate on what he said and not get distracted of the warm body that moved above me. "I mean…" Wonder-boy continued as his hand spread over my throat in a possessive gesture. I was unsure if I should feel scared or flattered of the motion as it made my breath quicken in something between fear and excitement. "… You've made it quite clear that you hate me."

Potter leaned down over me and dragged his tongue over my jaw without breaking eye contact. As if he wanted to test the limits of what I would allow him to do. Little did he know that I had no limits regarding him… I stared down at Potter as he studied me with the eyes of a predator… No limits at all.

"I guess I've been kind of hush-hush with my feelings…" I joked in a pathetic attempt to escape sincerity.

Potter just stared at me with calculating eyes as I squirmed underneath him, feeling Potter press down on me heavy to make my movements stop. I couldn't keep a silent whimper from escaping as I felt a burning sensation in my lower stomach. Potter's body felt great on top of mine, warm, hard and wonderful. I shook my head in an attempt to stay on focus as Potter looked at me while his hands wandered over my face and chest.

"Yeah", Potter finally responded in a strange voice as his hand tugged my hair a little to roughly to be gentle. "Really hush-hush."

I swallowed as Potter forced my head back so that my throat became exposed, before biting down on it with an almost painful force. It felt like punishment for all the times I'd been nasty to him, for labelling our moments of hate and pain as "hush-hush". I felt trapped between pain and arousal, as Potter's teeth without a doubt bit through my skin.

"Ow", I whined quietly and felt Potter replace his sharp teeth with a soft tongue. He licked the bite mark he'd put on me and I felt a dull throb of pain at the gesture.

"What was that for?" I breathed faintly as Potter kept sucking at the bite mark, drawing out blood from the wound as if he was a freaking vampire. Boy-wonder didn't seem inclined to answer as I suddenly felt a hand pull out my shirt from my pants.

I didn't really know how to react. On one hand I had always wanted this to happen, especially of late. But on the other hand, right now Potter felt strange. I felt this nagging feeling that Potter was pissed at me for that "hush-hush" comment and even thought this should have been a moment of achievement. It only felt like a moment of unease.

"P-Potter" I said with a shaky voice. Cursing myself for sounding like fucking Quirrell when this… confrontation didn't seem to work out. I needed to take control of the situation, needed to convince Potter that he was fucking amazing and that I would never be the total prat I'd been so far ever again! Voldemort was dead, my father was in Azkaban and so I had no one left to impress or pretend for.

But I felt how the words stuck in my throat when a rough hand graced my skin with feather light touches. My breath hitched as I almost started to hyperventilate of all emotions that screamed inside of me. I wanted to scream, moan, cry and rage at this situation and my inability to do something about it. Potter's hand stroked against my stomach as I panted small huffs of air at the sensation of wonder-boy's hand caressing my skin.

Fuck it felt good.

"Harry", I mumbled, dazed with heat and the maddening sensation of skin against skin. Potter's mouth let go of my neck at once. I moaned because of the throbbing pain that lingered on my throat from Potter's freaking torture as said Potter stared into my eyes. His hand that had caressed me gently pressed harder onto me and I felt an odd moment of silence inside of me as Potter's hand laid firmly pressed against my lower stomach.

"What did you just call me?" Potter asked me with big eyes.

"What?" I asked breathlessly as I tried to stay focused on the conversation and not his damn hand that felt too fucking amazing for this to be anything else than a fraction of my imagination.

I'd had sex before. First time had been not too long before forth grade but definitely before I'd discovered my strange attraction towards Potter. And it wasn't really as that had been the only time, rather one of the dozen. But I'd never felt this before. None of my girlfriends or occasional bloke had made me into a shivering mess of bliss, transforming me into some kind of love blind animal with the brain of a teenager.

Never mind that I was a teenager.

Malfoy's never lost their cool; but that was before Father had gone to prison and I'd realised that I didn't want to stand for the opinions of madmen and murderers. Because right now there was no doubt who had the upper hand, I'd exposed myself to Potter both emotionally and physical. And then brushed years of hatred to the side with the word "hush-hush"… Sometimes I hated my mouth…

"What did you just call me?" I woke up from my thoughts as Potter dropped his forehead onto mine. I found myself inches away from the most intoxicating green eyes I'd ever had the pleasure to drown in and took a shaky breath.

"What… Harry…?" I asked insecure, still feeling the weird sparks Potter's hand sent into my skin as my stomach fluttered at the prolonged contact.

Potter stared at me with an odd expression on his face before dumping his entire body weight on me in a dramatic fall.

"Opfh! Watch what you're doing Potter", I said as I felt myself being crushed by the wizard worlds saviour. Potter only hid his head against my shoulder and let out a long breath of air. Like he was confused and tired. PLEASE I was confused and tired! I was the emotional wreak! Why Potter suddenly seemed torn was beyond me as he'd ravaged my body without second thoughts a moment ago.

"Your so confusing Draco", he said in a tired voice. "Are this some sick joke to you? Making me practically jump you because you're somehow that irresistible?" He had mumbled the sentence into my neck but I'd heard the words clear as a day.

I was irresistible? Really?

"I'm irresistible?" I asked with a happy voice. Potter didn't even bother to look at me as his hand moved over my stomach, pressed in-between our two bodies.

"Like that's news to you", he mumbled and began to stroke the side of my ribs, leaving a feeling of fire in his wake.

I lay silent for a while, now being able to gather my thought as Potter didn't distract me with anything other than the lazy movement of his hand against my side and the occasional shift of his body.

I let my fingers tangle themselves into his raven locks as I rubbed his scalp soothingly. Potter hummed in content as we lay there in front of the fire. I felt the sense of unease go away as it replaced itself with a feeling of peace.

"Potter", I said after a while of silence.

Potter only groaned in response and I quickly changed tactics.

"Harry…", I hurriedly said instead. Said Harry relaxed against me as I continued to play with his hair. "I'm sorry…" I said and felt the body in my arms tense at my words. "But I do love you, however fucking embarrassing to admit."

Potter relaxed against me once again and I smirked as his hand dragged along my side with soft movements.

"Do you realise that it's hard to believe you?" Potter mumbled into my shoulder. "You've hated me until today, and suddenly you love me?" Potter raised his head from my shoulder in favour of peering into my eyes. He leaned forward and captured my lips in a soft kiss. I responded without hesitation as Potter lifted himself partly from my body and deepened the kiss. I panted into Potter's mouth as he suddenly made a suggestive move with his hips against mine.

I moaned loudly at the feeling and Potter's hand was once again moving under my shirt. Leaving goose bumps in his wake and a feeling of ecstasy that made all other thoughts that wasn't on him disappear. Potter allowed me to breath air as he broke off the kiss in favour of carassing my upper body with two hands. He stared down at me as I was overtaken with pleasure at his hands, moaning and whimpering with every touch.

"I love you", I managed to gasp out as Potter's hands gently teased my skin.

Potter quirked his head to the side and made that maddening move with his hip again. Easily shutting down my brain in favour of the pleasure my body was feeling.

Boy-wonder kissed me softly on the lips, before proceeding to leave featherlike kisses on my jaw, cheeks, eyelids and nose. The gesture felt humble and I marvelled at the feeling of happiness that expanded in my chest.

Then Potter stopped his movements all together and just looked at me seriously. I fought to emerge the daze I'd entered as he obviously had something important to say. I felt my heart do a quick step as Potter's hands left my torso in favour of cupping my face, soothing rubbing circles on my cheeks.

"Draco." I shivered slightly as he used my first name instead of Malfoy. "You say that you love me and I'm fucking confused about if you mean it or not…"

I opened my mouth to protest that I did love him. But he just put his hand against my mouth and did a "shh" sound with his voice. I held back my objection as I let wonder-boy continue.

"So, right now I can't really respond to your feelings", he continued with grave voice.

I felt a pang of pain in my chest. Ow, that had hurt more than I'd anticipated. I tried to move away from the wonderful body that lay above me as I felt damn tears threaten to spill.

"Wait", Potter said as he noticed how I tried to squirm my way out from underneath him. "I'm not done yet."

I looked up at him with something akin to scared hopefulness. Was it too much to wish that Potter would still agree to meet up like this? He certainly had seemed to enjoy it. But then again he might also just tell me that it was impossible for him to respond to someone he'd hated for years. Not that I would blame him. It was fucking stupid of me to believe that this would be anything more than a one-time thing.

"Listen Draco", Potter said again as he looked at me intensely. "Would you like…" He drifted off and looked oddly embarrassed for a moment. I forgot my inner turmoil as I watched Harry freaking Potter's face redden and how his eyes averted mine for once.

"What", I asked in a hoarse voice.

"Would you like to go on a damn date with me?" Potter hid his face in my shoulder as I felt a heart beat quickly against my own. I was confused for a moment of what had happened and absentmindedly allowed my arms to hug the body above me.

Date? He wanted to do what? Go on a date with me? I frowned confused. He didn't love me, but the again I doubted that he'd thought about me in that manner before today. I on the other hand had been in love for four years, and I'd been in denial for three. It had taken me three years accept my love; I couldn't expect Potter to do the same in an afternoon. But he wanted to date me? To get to know me better? I felt torn between happiness and fear.

What if he didn't like me? What if I screwed up? What if he realised that he'd rather marry the Weasley girl instead of me?

But then again better try and live with the consequences than regret never trying the rest of my life. I pressed closer to Potter.

"That would be nice", I responded.

Potter's head shot up from my shoulder and he stared down at me once again. He gave me a tilted smile and damn if not my insides melted at the sight.

"I'm still scared that this is just some stupid game to you", he said after a while.

I surprised wonder-boy with a smile of my own. Free from the usual teasing and sarcasm that had been my trademark smirk when we'd "hated" each other.

"Me too", I said as my fingers once again tangled themselves into raven locks. "But I would take whatever you gave me anyway."

Potter nuzzled against me and I realised that my words were true. If Potter played me it would have no consequences, I was too far fallen to even complain. I would just take whatever Potter offered and beg for more.

Oddly enough that didn't bother me.

Because right now I was exactly where I was supposed to be. And whatever might lie ahead of this clearly rocky road would be heaven or hell. But even thought I could loose everything as well as win a ticket to heaven on earth.

I would make damn sure to enjoy the ride.

AN/ Yello!

I was going to make this a one-shot because I suck at updating stories X) but all the attention this story got just made me so happy! So I made it into a two-shot!

Hopefully you enjoyed part 2!

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