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Come and Get It	By : Sealpotter Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 1376 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Come and Get It
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The Yule ball was approaching fast. Most of the castle was getting into the spirit of Christmas. Including one person who was on the cusp of giving himself the gift of the century. His very own savior of the wizarding world. Though this savior did not know it yet.
He stalked the halls after the dinner feast had ended looking for the one person he had been planning all year to seduce. Friends surrounded him, talking and chattering like squirrels do on a spring day. Ron’s head came up and he looked past Harry. “watch it Harry, Malfoy’s behind you.”

Harry turned around slowly, and watched him approach. The tall blonde was confident, sure in each step, a smirk glued to his face, eyes blazing in challenge. Hermione grabbed Ron’s hand to stop his forward movement.
“Potter, I have a proposition for you. Care to speak privately?” Draco kept his tone hard, but mysterious. Harry arched an eyebrow, “Lead the way, Malfoy.” He put up a hand to stop Ron from following. Malfoy swept past Harry, barely missing him by mere centimeters. Draco inhaled deeply as he passed. He led them both to an old classroom off the main corridor. Once inside he applied a few charms, nothing deviant, and his enunciation was clear enough that Harry could reverse anything. Harry stood next to an empty dusty desk, waiting. Draco turned, then raised his hand, cast the wandless charm he had been practicing with ease.
Harry was gently lifted off his feet, his arms were raised above his head and his body was pressed against the nearest wall. He tried to speak, but nothing came out, not a single sound.
“Good, I want you to understand, I will be talking. Not you. Your mouth sometimes gets in the way of a good conversation…. Harry.” Draco spoke softly, dropping his voice to a lower octave. He watched the emotions play out on Harry’s expressive face, fear, anger, curiosity. Draco walked closer, fear rose higher in Harry’s eyes. The blond leaned close, their lips a breath apart.
“You are my torture, Harry Potter.” Draco spoke just above a whisper, eyes darting between Harry’s eyes and his lips. “You have been my agony for the last year. Your voice pulls at my senses, forcing me to look at you. Your scent pulls my heart from my chest making it difficult to function. Your eyes pierce my soul, taking it one piece at a time, leaving me hollow when you are gone. Every moment is torture…” Harry followed the small tongue with his eyes as it darted out to moisten Draco’s lips. “All i want to do is taste you, just one taste.” Draco wispered as his face go closer to Harry’s. His eye stared into those deep green pools. He would drown there if he let himself fall. One pale hand reached forward to cup Harry’s cheek. “I offer you something, something that I have held onto since you rescued me from the control of that madman last year. My heart, Harry.” Harry’s eyes widened in surprise. “You don’t have to say or do anything now, I will give you a choice, and respect it. I just want you to know what could be possible.” Draco’s voice was almost inaudible. His lips moved closer, grazing Harry’s red ones. He pressed closer, waved his hand so Harry’s head was free of the charm. He risked everything on this kiss. Harry’s lips were soft, they tasted sweet, and opened tentitively when his tongue traced them. Draco took the invitation, and swept in, drinking in the flavor he longed for. Eyes closed, head spinning, his tounge searched out Harry’s and was delighted to find it receptive, stroking his own. He reached up and touched Harry’s neck, grasping and then feathering light touches over the skin that was open to him. Fingers delved into the unruly mass as he continued to plunder the mouth of his desire. Draco’s body pressed closer, he could feel the hardening response, he pulled back. Reluctantly breaking the kiss, he waved his hand and closed off Harry’s ability to speak once again.
“When I leave, you will make your choice. I will wait patiently for it. So whenever your ready, Harry. Come and get it.” Draco said, holding those emerald eyes captive. He opened the door and exited the room, releasing Harry upon it’s close.
Harry tried to breathe. His lips burned, his groin ached, his heart beat fast. The door opened again, and he looked up expecting to see Draco re-enter the room only to be disappointed when Hermione came in.
“I saw Draco leave, but not you. What did he want?” She asked, obviously worried for him.
Harry looked at her, “Which way did he go?” he asked quietly. “Towards the dungeons I assume, Why?” she replied back, “Your shaking… what did he say?”
He was shaking, not from fear, but from need. He had not really been kissed like that before. His foray into girls had been a joke, and the only other bloke he had kissed, never even stirred him. Could it be true? How does one drop years of enmity and fall in love? Draco had him confused, intrigued and curious.
“HARRY?” Hermione shouted, stomping her foot while looking at him expectantly.
“What?” He responded a bit sheepishly. She raised her eyebrow in that expectant look.
“He wanted to offer a truce, he wants to be friends.” Harry said, hoping to alleviate some of the tension Hermione was exuding.
“Did he sound serious?” She queried, caution in her tone.
“He was more serious than I have seen him in a long time. I think I will take some time to get to really know him and see.” Harry said, more to himself than to her. He was in a daze as he left.
In his room he wrote a note and rolled it up. He cast a delivery spell on it and watched it sail out the window. He laid down and tried to sleep.
Draco was pacing his room, wondering if he had done the right thing. Did he come on too strong? Did he need to tell Harry he had loved him? Damn, he probably ruined everything. He touched his lips, smiling. Who cares.. that kiss will last him a lifetime.
A parchment flew in the open window, it was shaped like a paper airplane, and landed in his outstretched hands. He unfolded it and smiled at Harry’s untidy scrawl.
Malfoy,
I am not fully on board your train yet, but you have me halfway there. Can we meet as friends and get to know each other for real, not as we have perceived each other to be? I want to believe. Tonight was amazing. Nice trick by the way. Teach me that… I want to reverse it.
Harry.
Draco jumped for joy. It worked.
Harry could not sleep, his dreams when he slumbered were heated, filled with Draco and himself. Harry went to the restroom for a cool shower, then down to the common room to read.
Draco could barely think straight he was so giddy. He was to meet Harry for lunch in Hogsmeade just a few short hours from now. What remained of the Slytherin House eyed him warily. He had selected at least 7 different outfits, and none seemed to be the right choice. After an hour of indecision, he settled on a sleek dark grey trousers, dark green button-up shirt and a matching grey vest. He let his hair fall, as it now reached his shoulders, leaving it unbound. He knew others found him attractive, but they did not matter.
Harry waited in at the Hogshead. He was an hour early, but he wanted to make sure he had the private room. If this meeting went bad, he did not want Draco’s name ruined more than it already was. Harry was unsure of everything, from his desires, to his feelings. Draco had always been an enigma for him. Always under his skin, always at each other's throats. But that moment, a lifetime of love could be lived on that one moment. He had felt it, the agony in Draco’s voice, the pull, the intensity of feeling, the burning passion… Yes the passion, he had felt that, needed that. Draco had awakened part of him, a part that he thought did not exist. Love though, that was the tough part. He thought he loved Ginny once, but that was just more friendship and an availability thing. He knew what family love was, but romantic? Could he see himself without Draco for the rest of his life? Since he was 11, Draco had always been there, in the forefront and in the background.
Harry was so lost in his own thoughts he never saw the Slytherin prince himself enter. Draco always loved to watch Harry think. The range of emotions that covered that face was beautiful. What he wouldn’t give to have Harry open up to him. Draco moved closer, placing his hand on Harry’s shoulder. Harry looked up and the lost look brought Draco to his knees. “What is it?” Draco asked, concern laced his voice. He reached up to touch Harry, but took his hands back quickly unsure.
Harry’s thoughts had left him feeling lost, the thought of not having Draco as part of his life, was intense. He focused on the silver eyes in front of him. He reached forward and poured all his emotion into his words, “Don’t leave me...I don’t know if I love you, but I know I need you.” Harry said, as he took Draco’s face into his hands. He closed his eyes, the anticipation of Draco’s lips was already making his head spin, and when his lips collided with Draco’s, stars burst behind his eyes.
Draco was entranced, enraptured. This kiss was as life changing as the last. Harry was hesitant, pressing his lips forward. Draco opened his, wanting the taste of his personal heroin. Harry was tentative, his tongue reached out, and the sweet flavor of Draco met him. He felt as if his body was on fire, spinning out into space, Draco was his only anchor. Tongues were dancing in deep sweeping motions. Draco broke the kiss for needed air. They stayed, hands locked behind each other’s heads, panting heavily. “What ever you need, Harry...I’m here.” Draco stated, firm and unwavering.

Harry’s eyes full of passion locked on to silver. He was sure of one thing, without this man, there was nothing.
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