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Crossing Lines	By : KJmom827 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 11000 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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He was lying in his bed analyzing a kiss again. Only this one he'd initiated, and it had been so much better. He wanted more, and now that he was pretty much positive that Draco did as well, it was hard to hold back. He'd somehow managed to leave the other boy in the hallway with nothing more than a slightly poncy wave and smile.

He was still feeling triumphant over the disheveled way he'd left Draco standing there. His usually tidy hair was a mess, his shirt was wrinkled with obvious hand hold scrunches on either side of his chest, and there was unadulterated lust in his eyes as Harry had walked away. It was his eyes and the look on his face that Harry's mind kept conjuring. He'd never thought anyone would look at him like that, like a starving man who'd spotted something very tasty. It still felt weird to know that Draco did think of him that way.

He hadn't come right out and said it, but close enough that there was no mistaking what he wanted. But, he'd also said he wanted to be friends, to study together. It was almost as if the other boy was trying to start an actual relationship relationship. Funnily enough, the thought wasn't exactly unappealing. Draco was handsome, and funny when he wasn't trying to impress a crowd of nasty Slytherins.

He was also fantastic at potions and even ended up helping Harry understand more in an hour than Snape had in almost four years. He was glad Draco had suggested he return the favor with DADA guidance. It was really the only subject that Harry excelled at. Despite the fact that their training in that subject had been choppy at best, he still understood it. He was top of the class, well he would be if he weren't tied with Hermione, but he didn't mind so much, she really was very good.

That brought him to the problem of Ron and Hermione. They would want to know where he'd been tonight, just like they'd want to know where he was going every week. He didn't want to lie to them, but he couldn't tell them the truth yet either. He knew that any kind of relationship with Draco would have to be defended wholeheartedly to his friends, and he just wasn't sure enough of anything to do that yet.

So, he'd tell them as much of the truth as he could. He'd found someone to tutor him in potions and was going to trade out for tutoring in DADA. When they asked who, he'd tell them he might have a crush and ask them to please let him keep it quiet. They'd probably pester him, at least Hermione would, but he thought he could get away with that for a while.

Another thing that was really bothering him was Draco's remarks about visiting the Manor and whispers he'd been hearing lately. Harry had let him off easy out of fear of staring another fight/snog scenario, but he had really wanted to question him further. He could wait though, Draco said he'd tell him what he knew after visiting home.

That was something else that worried him. Draco going home for the weekend. It was ridiculous really. A few weeks ago he didn't give a rat's arse what the blonde did, now he was concerned at the fact that the boy was going to his own home? He felt really at odds with this new… whatever it was.

Still pondering his new secret and how it would affect the rest of his life, Harry slipped into sleep. He didn't dream of the tiny blonde haired boy offering his hand in friendship. He dreamt of the older counterpart holding his hand out in… love? He dreamt of stolen moments and long, sweet kisses. He dreamt of the naked glide of skin against skin and the wonderful friction created by two bodies. He dreamt of passion filled blue eyes and smirking lips that needed very badly to be bitten.

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Draco watched Harry go with a mixture of sorrow and anticipation. He wanted to drag the dark haired boy back into the corner and kiss him properly. He wanted to jerk that shirt over his head and put his tongue to good use against hard brown nipples. He wanted to sink to his knees…

He let the thought fall away and turned back to gather his things from the library. No use thinking of what he couldn't have just yet. He was dedicated though, he would do whatever Harry required of him. He'd walk across broken glass or smoldering coals. He'd deny his own father, which was probably soon to be a reality for him with or without Harry. He knew there were plans in place to bring a certain someone back. He just didn't know what those plans were or if his father had a place for Draco in all of it. That mattered very little though, as he'd agree to whatever Lucius asked and then bring the news right back to Harry.

He knew Harry was the key. He'd once overheard something about a prophesy that included Harry and the Dark Lord. He wasn't sure of what the prophesy spoke, except that Harry was the only person who could rid the world of the menace that was Voldemort. He'd thought Harry had done his part years ago, simply by absorbing the killing cruse rather than submitting to it, but now he wasn't so sure.

Several other Slytherins had been getting notes from home with requests to visit as well. He'd also talked to a few that had the same hunch that he did. Voldemort hadn't been revived yet, but there were people working to do just that. He couldn't let that happen, and if it did happen then Harry had to know as much as possible.

He wouldn't, couldn't play the part Snape had played all these years, but maybe he could still be of use. He'd always thought it very peculiar that Lucius hadn't know where Snape's true allegiances lay. Draco had always known that Snape belonged to Dumbledore. He guessed it might have something to do with the looks he'd always gotten when he'd mentioned his father's superiority in Snape's presence. Foolishness was what that had been, but he was a fool no longer. He would be no one's fool, especially not a maniacal bastard that would probably be the death of the entire wizarding world. He'd collect all the information he could until the point came for him to retreat and defect.

At that point he'd either stand by Harry or behind him. If neither of those positions were available to him, then he'd be Dumbledore's damn lackey. He'd scrub floors with a muggle tooth cleaner. He'd do whatever the hell he had to do to make sure Harry was once again the Boy Who Lived.

He reached his dorm right before curfew and slipped into bed. He found it difficult to get comfortable. He was still quite randy after the almost-grope session with Harry and he was restless. He grabbed his wand and cast a silencing charm and a sticking charm on his curtains.

He wasted no time in wrapping his hand around his half-hard member and starting to stroke slowly and firmly. This time the eyes his imagination produced for him were a much deeper green, the lust much more palpable because he knew what it was like in reality. The lips he imagined on his neck were softer but harsher because that was how it had been earlier. There weren't soft sighs and gentle touches, there were ragged pants and fingernails biting into his back.

He worked himself faster and harder as he remembered what Harry's hard body had felt like against his own. It wasn't enough, he needed more. He wet a finger and rolled onto his side. His finger wasn't near large enough for the burn and stretch he craved, so he made due with no lubricant. He pushed the finger into his body relentlessly, pulled and pushed and gave himself over to the feelings coursing through his body.

When he came, the other boy's name rang out and bounced around the spells surrounding him. As the last echo faded out he fell into a peaceful sleep, still half naked and still covered in the evidence of his passion.
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