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You Set Fire to the Rain	By : icicle33 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 11826 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter characters or any part of the HP fandom or universe. This story is written purely for pleasure and no money is be made from it. None at all.

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Warnings: I don't want to spoil anything, but let's just say Harry finally grows a pair.

Author's note: Thank you so much to everyone who has read and reviewed! I appreciate it greatly. I must warn you that this chapter is shorter than my usual chapters; however, when you get to the end of it you'll understand why. I promise that next chapter will be posted soon to make up for it.

Once again, thank you to my lovely betas.

Enjoy.

: :Sixteen: :

"Do you really think it is weakness that yields to temptation? I tell you that there are terrible temptations which it requires strength, strength and courage to yield to." ~OW [16]

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We jumped.

Holy Merlin, we jumped fucking 200 ft off a bridge!

I must have been insane to let you talk me into such a crazy stunt, but as I fell through the air, my stomach tickling, and my hair flying in all directions, there was nothing I could do about it. I had let my Gryffindor recklessness takeover yet again, but at least this time I had you firmly at my side. Even if we died, at least we would die together.

I started to panic, thinking that it was taking much too long to hit the water and realised that I didn't have my wand to save us from hitting the nearby rocks and meeting an untimely death. I looked over at you, hoping that you were smarter and had your wand, but unless you were hiding it in those devastatingly tight shorts, which didn't seem likely, it appeared that we were screwed. My stomach was revolting now, the croissants and various sweets sloshing around uncomfortably, and for once, I wished that I had listened to you and not eaten them. I thought I was going to be sick, but when I looked at you, hoping to see a similar petrified look on your face, I was shocked.

You were laughing—actually laughing. Your head was tilted back, wispy hair flying around your head adorning you like a golden crown; your full lips were wide open, and your eyes still a vivid blue were sparkling and amused. I relaxed and tried to take a deep breath, but before I could finish we hit the water.

It was cold, wet, refreshing, painful—a million different feelings washing over me all at once, but most of all I was relieved.

We were alive.

We had survived our impulsive suicide attempt, and hell it had been amazing, invigorating—like flying without a broomstick.

Bloody hell it was fantastic! And I wanted to do it again. As soon as possible.

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"Malfoy, that was incredible," I called. "Really fucking incredible."

But as I looked around, you were nowhere to be found.

No. No. No.

I had taken my glasses off before the jump, so I could only make out the short distance right in front of me; everything else was a giant blur.

"Malfoy! Malfoy!" I called out desperately, almost forgetting to kick my feet in order to keep myself from submerging into the deep waters. My heart was beating rapidly, my chest tightening—making it almost impossible to breathe. If something had happened to you, if I somehow lost you because of this thoughtless stunt, I would never forgive myself.

"Draco, please!" I yelled, my voice shaking now and tears threatening to escape my eyes.

And then there you were.

You seemed completely fine as you splashed out of the clear waters; your long hair slicked back from your forehead and your pale cheeks flushed. You looked younger with your hair pushed back and more fragile. Quickly, I scanned you for any bruises or wounds; when I saw none, my mood darkened. I almost killed you right on the spot.

First, I jumped you, pulling you as close to me as possible and ignoring your violent protests that I was choking you.

"You're okay. You're really, okay?"

"Of course, I am, Potter," you squeaked. "Now, stop suffocating me. You're going to drown me."

Reluctantly, I let go of you, finally able to breathe again, and then I eyed you cautiously.

"Come on," you said, pulling my arm. "It's too deep here, let's swim to shallower waters."

I followed more closely behind you than necessary, but I wasn't going to let you out of my sight again so soon. When we reached the shallow waters, barely four feet deep, I jumped you again. This time, however, it wasn't to hold you. I started thumping you, beating you with my fists and yelling.

"How dare you do that to me, Malfoy? It wasn't bloody funny. I thought you were dead!"

I was seething now, my cheeks flushing, and I knew that I probably had the 'crazy eyes' as Ron always called them; the burning green flames that my eyes seemed to turn into whenever I was particularly livid.

You grabbed my wrists and studied me intently. We were under the bridge now, hidden from the rest of the world, and for the first time, I saw regret in your eyes.

"I'm sorry," you said, your voice soft and earnest. "It was only joke. I didn't think you'd care that much."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I shouted back. "I've put a lot of effort into keeping you alive, Malfoy. What makes you think I want you dead so badly?"

You bit down on your bottom lip, your eyes a cloudy grey again, since we were no longer in the sunlight.

"I really am sorry. I thought you heard me cast the double Cushioning Charm back on the bridge to keep us safe. You...you...really do care." Your voice was genuinely surprised.

"Of course, I care," I snapped. "I-I care too bloody much."

I had no idea what you were talking about when you mentioned Cushioning Charms, all I knew was that you were looking at me with miserable, grey eyes on the verge of tears. You reminded me so much of that little boy I had seen Andromeda comfort, so much of the broken boy I had saved from Malfoy Manor and vigilantly watched over while unconscious; the only thing I wanted was to banish your pain. I couldn't stand to see you hurt any longer. And you were so fucking beautiful standing there, looking so pitiful with your bottom lip protruding that I finally lost it and gave into my desires.

I grabbed you, pinned you against one of the curved stone walls of the bridge, and kissed you—deeply and furiously. I put everything I had into that kiss—all my passion, my fury, the pent up sexual desire that I had been harbouring for months for you, maybe even years. It was the best fucking kiss of my life. Your lips tasted salty and smoky—you still smelt like lavender, espresso beans, and citrus. It was the oddest fucking combination I had ever encountered, but it was absolutely perfect and intoxicating.

When we finally broke apart, I was breathless and you just stared at me, your eyes wide and unblinking.

"Draco," I croaked out, my entire body shaking. "I-I'm sorry."

Before you even had a chance to respond, I turned on my heels and ran. I ran faster than I have ever run before—faster and longer than probably you could even run.

I couldn't' believe that I had done that, violated your trust that way; I couldn't believe that I had ruined everything between us. You would probably never talk to me again.

But worst of all, you didn't come after me.

To be continued...

Author's note: Okay, so the moment everyone was waiting for...Harry finally snogged Draco. Of course, it might not have worked out exactly like you wanted...but that's just because Harry's still Harry and over thinking everything (when it comes to Draco at least). But what did you think about the kiss?

[16] The quote at the beginning of the chapter is by Oscar Wilde. Some of you might have guessed that one.

Review responses:

Elemental witch: Thank you for both your comments, dear. I hope you are recovering well from your surgery and glad that my story at least kept you occupied for a bit. I also dwell on stories in my head after I read them...sometimes for days. But I never dreamed that someone would ever do that with my story *dies*. I do love PWPs and will write my fair share of them, but I wanted to try my hand at something different and hopefully unique in the H/D fandom. Harry did work up his courage in this chapter if only he had waited for Draco's response. I hope you enjoyed it anyway.

Sei: Thank you so much for your comments! You flatter me with your high praise. I'm so glad you are enjoying this story so much and I was a chapter behind here on aff.net (which I'm not sure how that happened). But now I'm caught up with all the chapters.

Unneeded: Hello, dear! Thanks for your comment it amused me. Now I picture the scene with music in the background, which I didn't before. lol. And of course, Harry was going to jump... he is a Gryffindor after all. = D
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