Why Him?

By:NikkiiLove-706

Disclaimer: I NikkiiLove-706 sadly do not own any characters or settings or anything else of Harry Potter! –sniffles- But I want to sooooo badly! You are one lucky chick J.K. Rowling! [I think I spelt that wrong]

Warnings: This is Yaoi. And you no likey then you go shoo shoo! Chea! This is primarily fluff buuuut it might change in later chapters! Kk now have fun reading ta ta!

Chapter 1:Definitly Not Sorry!

{Harry's POV}

Harry Potter, the famous Golden Boy, was out wandering the corridors like he usually does when he cant sleep. Tonight on the other hand was different, instead of no sleep he had a very vivid dream of none other than the Slytherian Ice Prince, Draco bleeding Malfoy. All that he could decipher was a lot of groping, kissing and strickingly beautiful storm grey eye's.

He paced outside the Room of Requirements, clutching his invisibility cloak and mauraders map in one hand and his wand in the other. All he could think about is the dream., 'I'm so confused! Why him? Why Draco? I need somewhere comfortable to think.' The large celtic knot door materialized and he quickly scurried into the lightly lit room, there was only a fire place and a few large candals glowing through the room. The room itself was filled with maroon and silver knick-knacks and a large emerald green couch with a golden blanket layed out over the back of the couch. Harry dropped his things on the table near the door and wandered over to the couch. He collapsed on to the comforting cushions and let his mind wander.

'I don't understand! Why did it have to be bloody Draco fucking Malfoy that I fantisize about? Does this mean I have feelings for him?' He closed his eye's and turned a horrid shade of green. He uttered under his breath, "Definatly not!" He looked into the fire and watched it lick at the slowly buring wood and the walls it is surrounded by. "Maybe not," he whispered to the empty room, the words bouncing back to taunt him. He fought with himself about what could possible drive him to have sinful dreams about his nemisis. And soon the room was filled with a barely audiable snore and the creak of the door opening.

{Draco's POV}

Draco Malfoy, the Slytherian Ice Prince, opened the door to the Room of Requirements feeling uneasy from the horrible dream he had. He dreamt he was with the stupid git, Potter. Not fighting, it was defiantly not the lightest of terms he was screwing the Golden Boys brains out. 'I must be sick.' He took in the room before him. It had appeared when he passed by. It was a rather elegant room, except it could do without the maroon and maybe add some black. 'I need to sit down and not think about….it. And it shall go away…..I hope.'

Draco wandered over to the couch and nearly sat on someone. He reached out to tell them to bugger off when he noticed exactly who the lump on the couch was. Laying curled up on the large couch was none other than the #1 Gryffindork himself, Harry god-damn Potter. 'Merlin! I can't even escape to a fucking magically appearing room with out him some how being here.' He glared daggers at the sleeping form of the Boy-Who-Wouldn't-Die. 'Why him? I would have perferred a damned Hufflepuff over him. Hell, even Pansy would be better.' His body shuddered at the thought, 'Okay, maybe not Pansy.' He took a closer look at the boy before him that was shaking slightly. He looked around for something to warm him up and noticed a gold throw blanket on the back of the couch. Grabbing and carefully tossing it over the sleeping Golden Boy. 'Wait, wait, wait! Did I just do something…..ugh….nice? For Potter?'

He looked at the younger boy again. His hair was in more disray then usual, his glasses were slightly askew, and there was a small rise and fall to his seeker built chest with each breath. Draco crouched down in front of Harry and brushed a stray strand of raven hair out of the other boys face. He let his hand linger on Harry's cheek, his thumb gently stroking it. Before he even realized what was happening he was pinned to the coffee table and intense emerald green eyes were piercing him to the hard surface.

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{Harry's POV}

He awoke to someone stroking his cheek. Without a second thought his war traing kicked in and in half a second he had pinned a dazed and confused Draco Malfoy to the coffee table. Gorgeous grey eye's gazed at him searching his own emerald green eye's. It was a shock to see the slytherin below him. Thinking he was just dreaming again, he smiled at the boy below him before leaning back and falling onto the couch. "Now Draco, May I inquire as to why you are here?" The 'dream' Draco looked at him taken aback, while sitting up. He looked rather cute sitting on the coffee table, blushing like mad and completely speechless.

{Draco's POV}

Draco sat there and stared, trying to understand why he was so excited about being pinned to the table by the other teen. And when Harry asked him something it toke him a minute to compose himself enough to reply. "To tell you the truth I was trying to get away from you." Harry looked confused by this proclamation.

"What the hell do you mean by that?" Harry was now sitting straight up, starring at the blonde intently. 'Wow! It's understandable that he doesn't understand. Seriously, could I had said anything stupider? Well, apparently I can because stupider isnt a real word.' Draco ignored Harry's confused looks, he was to confused about his feelings for his enemy. 'Hmmm, but he does look absolutely beautiful and kind of innocent and adora- NO! Bad Draco! You do NOT think these things about the sexy beast in front of you…waaah.' That one thought made him snap back to reality. Harry was leaning in closer waving his hand in front of the blondes face. He looked annoyed. "Hello? Draco? You alive in that blonde head of yours?" Glarring, Draco grabbed Harry's flailing hand, "Oi! Shut up you damn git. I was trying to think!" He kept a firm grip of the Gryffindors hand.

Harry looked ready to snap, "Well sorry king of the asshole's but you're the one who isn't making any sense and then, of course, you had to completely zone out on me." Draco continued to glare at him from his position on the table. "And im sorry that your such an idiot Potter." Harry just starred and starred and starred some more. Draco shook the hand he was holding on to. "What is it, Potter? Quit starring!" Harry shook his head and looked away mumbling out a weak sorry. "What was that Potter? I couldn't exactly hear that." Harry didn't even look up just kept starring down at there feet.

When Draco was sure he wasn't going to get a reaction he tried to tug Harry out of his stupor by yanking on his hand. But he put alittle to much force in to it and Harry's face ended up colliding with Draco's chest, causing them to topple of the table to the floor. Harry looked up confused, but Draco just looked down in shock. It felt like heaven to have Harry in his arms. Some how Harry had pulled himself up Draco's body and what he did threw Draco into a vortex of emotions. Harry was kissing him. But then those perfect lips were gone and Harry had pulled back, his face contortd with fear, shame, and hope. And that cute little blush playing across his cheeks. "Sorry about that." He tattempted to get up but strong pale arms wrapped around his waist refusing to let go. He struggled half-heartedly. And Draco hoped what he said next would calm the other boy. "What for, Harry?"

Harry completely gave in and sighed in relief. Draco leaned his head up, putting a hand to the Gryffindors cheek and placing a chaste kiss to the others lips. Pulling away only slightly he mumbled against the other boys lips, "I'm defiantly no sorry." And leant in to kiss those perfect lips again.

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*There might be another chapter maybe…hehe…