Love is Unpredictable
With Light Speed You Crash - 1/?
Harry x Draco

Disclaimer:

This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. Other citations will be made where necessary.

Author’s Notes:

This is my first. I know that it is listed second but this is the one that I tried to do first. I would love to hear what you think about it. ^_^

Even when we think that we have everything that we want in just a single moment then it is all taken from us in the blink of an eye. Live life without guilt and shame. Hold on to what you have.

he sun had set long ago, but he knew that would not stop them until they were done. He was a player himself. He knew how Quiddich practice could go. It would be hard for Harry, the Seeker, trying to catch the tiny snitch, but they would keep going in the light of the full moon until they could not any longer.

Draco did not really know why he was walking the halls, heading towards the pitch. He knew he wanted to see Harry. He did not know why. He had not even allowed himself to think about it. He decided that he wanted to see Harry and that was what he was doing, going to see Harry. As he walked his mind wondered and he found himself thinking about Harry. Thinking about him in ways that he had never thought of him before. Thinking about his lips and his eyes and his legs and his ass and… He stopped himself. None of that was why he was headed to the Quiddich pitch. Something mean, yeah that was it. He wanted to do something evil to Harry. His mind took off on that thought before he could stop it. He blushed in spite of himself.

He rounded the broom shed and nearly ran into the other boy. Harry yelped and Ron Weasley bumped into him, nearly knocking him into Draco again.

“What do you want, Malfoy?” Harry snapped as he steadied himself on the side of the shed.

“What the hell are you doing here, Malfoy? You here to spy on us again, huh?” Ron said right on the heels of Harry’s question.

Draco gave the red headed annoyance a glare and looked at Harry. “I need to talk to you.” He looked around and then back at Harry pointedly. “Alone.”

“No, way, Malfoy.” Someone said from behind Harry, as he was about to tell him to go to hell. Harry turned to see Fred Weasley staring at Draco like he wanted to the boy to die where he stood. “We are not leaving our new captain so that you can do something awful to him so that he can not play tomorrow.”

“Yeah.” George Weasley chimed in, agreeing with his twin like always. “You think that we are that stupid?”

“I don't know, Weasley.” Draco said, still looking at Harry. “Does your family lack in brains like it does in money?”

Harry was getting angry. He could feel the raw emotion flowing through him. Behind it came something that he was not ready for. He just looked at Draco as he held back Ron and others held back the twins. “What do you want?”

“Alone, Potter. Or did you lose your hearing in a fall tonight that I missed.” Draco’s voice dripped with more scorn then he had wanted it to. He was beginning to think that this was a bad idea as he looked over Harry’s shoulder. Bringing his eyes back to Harry he decided that it was not and made another decision.

“Fine, have it your way.” He said as he reached out and grabbed Harry and pulled him close and kissed him, full on the lips.

Harry’s team members started forward as Draco grabbed Harry and then stopped dead as they saw what was happening. Fred let out a whistle and George echoed it with one that said that he approved and others hit him on the back of the head. He turned to them with a hurt look.

Harry was stunned. He did not know what to do. There he was with Malfoy, Malfoy, and he was being kissed with the whole team watching. He pushed Draco away but not before he realized that he had started kissing the other boy back without thought. It was then that he knew what those feelings were that he had been having whenever Malfoy walked into the room.

“You guys go ahead. I need to talk to Malfoy.” He said over his shoulder without taking his eyes off Malfoy.

Draco was surprised. He did not think that he would have been able to do it. He thought that Potter would have pushed him away and then tried to hex him or something. Instead, he had been kissed back and that was enough to send waves of happiness running thorough him. He did not care what Potter did to him when they were alone. He was too happy to care. He had kissed Harry Potter and had been kissed back.

“Are you sure, Harry?” Seamus Finnigan asked.

“Yes, Seamus.” Harry said without looking around to see who spoke. He did not need to. The boy’s Irish accent was enough to give him away. He had joined the team after Oliver left the year before.

The others left slowly, filing by and putting their brooms away and then walking by the two boys, eyeing Malfoy with more interest than suspicion. When they had left Harry looked at Draco again taking him in completely. It was all there. The arrogant stance, the sharp eyes, the body that only a god should have, the hair that was the most perfect shade of silver, all there and he looked and appreciated. He was only going to look and then his mind called up the memory of the kiss that had occurred only moments before.

He grabbed Draco by the shoulders and, spinning him and the other boy to the side, pushed him hard up against the side of the broom shed. Draco let out a muffled grunt as he made impact with the wall, looking at Harry with some apprehension. Harry looked into Draco eyes for a moment and saw the mild surprise mingled with the light fear in their gray depths. He paused and then pushed himself closer to Draco, their bodies aligning perfectly with one another.

“Never without my permission, Malfoy,” he whispered. “If you ever kiss me without my permission again I will hex you.”

He did not even allow Draco to say anything. Leaning close to him with the speed of a cobra, he kissed him.

Draco was stunned by the honesty behind the kiss. He was not expecting the kiss in the first place, but the honesty was enough to baffle him. He kissed back, just as deeply and passionately. When Potter broke it off and pulled back to look at him, Draco was left weak, breathless, and trembling. He was also wondering when his arms had wrapped themselves around Potter’s waist. The effect of the kiss and the close proximity of Potter’s body left him light headed. He wondered if Potter was going through the same.

Harry did not know what happened. One moment he was threatening Malfoy, the next he was kissing him. He knew that he had been thinking of doing it but he did not remember making a decision. Malfoy had been standing there, looking all vulnerable and young. He guessed that it was too much for him. He had never thought of dominating anyone before, but Malfoy had just brought it out in him. He was breathless from the kiss and let himself just look at the boy in his arms for a moment before he tried to speak.

“Potter, I -“ Malfoy started.

“Harry, Draco.” Harry interrupted. “Call me ‘Harry’.”

“H-Harry, I-I am sorry. I will never do it again.”

“You’re damn right that you will, if only because you have my permission to do that when ever you want to.”

Draco looked at him as if he had hexed him. He could not believe his ears. He began to warm inside as the honesty behind what he had heard dawned on him. The honesty had been there ever since Harry had pushed him up against the wall of the shed. He gazed into the emerald green of Harry’s eyes and saw the longing that he himself was feeling.

Pulling Harry to him again, Draco smiled at him as his lips descended to his again. He was only mildly surprised when he felt Harry’s hands begin to run over his body. He fell into the kiss. He did not want this moment to end. He only wanted to feel Harry’s body next to his for three days after forever.

Slowly Harry pulled Draco away from the wall and picked him up, cradling him as he kissed him. Walking he broke off the kiss.

“Where are we going, Harry?” Draco asked, purring out the name, letting it dance on his tongue.

“I need a shower. I just got off my broom.” Harry smiled down at the beautiful creature that was in his arms.

“Can I join you?” Draco looked up at him.

“That is what I was thinking. Has anyone ever showered with you?”

A glow spread through Draco. He was not expecting the answer and he was mainly joking. He did not think that Harry would be thinking of that right now.

“No.” A smile spread across his face. “Then I will have to show you what it is like to be pampered.” Harry said as he pushed open the door to the lockers.

It was empty. He had expected to see others there. He did not think that he and Draco had been outside long enough for the other team members to be up in the Gryffindor tower. The answers that he had prepared died on his tongue. He would have to answer them eventually. Putting Draco’s feet on the floor, he headed over to his locker and began to take off his practice robes. He was had just begun to undo the first button when he felt warmth behind him and arms reached around him and took the button for themselves.

“Let me do this for you.” Draco purred in his ear.

Harry let his hands fall as Draco deftly unbuttoned his robes. He was blushing at the idea that Draco would soon see him naked. Yeah, that was his idea but thinking something and actually doing it were two entirely different things. He was not going to back out of it now though. He sighed to himself as his robes dropped to the floor and turned to see that Draco was already nude. Harry looked at him again. He had to bite his lip to keep the exclamation that was forming from escaping. He was beautiful. The most beautiful thing that he had ever seen in his life. Perfection in every way, from the way that his hair laid to the shape of his toes. It was all there, for him to look at, and it was perfect.

Draco reached over and pulled him closer and kissed him. The sensation of Draco’s lips moving against his was enough to leave him light headed, unable to think of anything else but wanting it never to end. Draco’s lips moved along his chin and then down to his neck as his hands moved down to his waist. His fingers slipped under the band of his underclothes and pushed them down until they fell the rest of the way to the floor. A chill draft crossed his newly exposed skin and the touch of Draco’s hands were enough to give him goose bumps, his touch searing him wherever they passed. He trembled slightly as Draco’s lips came back to his.

Draco was intoxicated. Harry had that effect on him. He could only think that there he was with him in the locker room, nude. By the gods, he wanted him! He felt the trembles under his fingers as he ran them along his body. He wanted to just pick him up and carry him in to the shower, but this was Harry’s move. He would never force the move again. That is unless he wanted what had happened outside to happen again. The thought of Harry dominating him scared him and made his blood steam at the same time.

Harry could not take it any more. The whole was too much for him to bear. Draco’s touch and kisses seared him where they passed. His body against his own made his heart race. He picked the other boy up in the middle of the kiss and carried him to the showers. Turning on the water, he put Draco down and pushed him under and through it and followed, pushing him against the wall. Pressing his chest to Draco’s back, he started kissing on the back of his neck. He had no clue what he was doing, the soft muffled sounds coming from Draco was the only thing that was telling him that he was doing things right. Letting his lips pass across Draco’s neck, he ran his tongue up the side of his ear. The moans that escaped the boy were both pleased and surprised. He squirmed and Harry backed up a bit to allow him to turn and then moved back against him, hands on his shoulders and lips to his. He let out a muffled grunt in surprise as Draco’s tongue invaded his mouth, though he did not stop it, basking in the glow of that this new type of kiss caused. Draco’s hands slid down his back and around his sides to his stomach.

Harry started. Draco’s hand was in a place suddenly that he was not expecting. The thought of it, the feeling of his hand on his genitals, made realization slam itself into Harry’s mind. He took a step back, away from Draco. Looking at him. This was his nemesis. This was the boy that had, in one way or another, made his life miserable since he came to Hogwarts four years ago. This would never work, could never work. The thought made his heart skip three beats. Looking at the confused look in Draco’s eyes only made him want to leave. Turning on his heal he dashed out of the showers and to his locker. Throwing on the clean school robes, he was out the door, bare under the draping fabric. He did not know if Draco followed him, he did not care at that moment. He needed away from him. He needed to run. Turning the last corner to the Gryffindor Tower, Harry shouted the password and threw himself through the portal hole. Not even seeing the shocked stares of his fellow Gryffindors, Harry made a mad dash for the dormitory stairs and flew up them three at a time.

Slamming down on his bed, he cried. He did not even hear when Seamus and Ron came in. They stared at him for a moment and then sat down on his bed, one on each side. They would wait. That was what friends needed to do sometimes, wait. That was part of the job.

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^_^ TBC ^_^