Tear Stains

***Sorry it\'s taking so long to update these...I\'ve been working on \"Dreams\" so much lately, that I haven\'t had a chance to finish these! Amazing what the muse will poke you with every once in a while...without further adu...

Whatever moment Harry and Draco had the night before was quickly forgotten. When Draco woke in the morning, Harry was already gone. Quickly the Slytherin dressed and headed down to the Great Hall. Spotting Harry at the table with the rest of the holy trio, he decided to walk over and say hi. After last night they were at least friends, right? But Draco didn’t get a chance to speak before Harry’s voice interrupted his thoughts. “What do you think you’re doing Malfoy?”

Everyone was watching, staring at the blond boy. First instinct was to slap Harry silly for making him look like a fool. The next was to smirk, which is what he did, “just wanted to remind you to put a silencing charm on your bed tonight. I don’t think I can take any more of your bawling.”

Turning away, Draco noticed the flush look on Harry’s face, but didn’t care. So much for getting along, Draco thought, grabbing a bagel and heading outside. Why would he act like that? Just a few hours before Draco had been holding him. Kissing him. He thought maybe they were making headway.

Okay, so he kind of liked the stupid Gryffindor. He was cute in a messy sort of way. There was something about the aloofness, the fake smiles. Draco could see in the dark depths that Harry was just as lonely as he was. None of that mattered though. Harry was just a prat. And Draco was an idiot thinking that Harry might have actually liked him.

Walking into DADA, Draco did his best to ignore Harry. It was impossible when the Professor made them sit together. Draco scooted as far away from Harry as he could. If Harry noticed, he didn’t let on. Half way into class Harry slid a paper over to Draco. Curiosity got the better of him, again (he really must fix that), and he read it. “Sorry about today at breakfast. Just fighting with Hermione and Ron and took it out on you.”

Ignoring the l rul rush of relief that washed over him, Draco crumpled up the note. So, Granger and Weasley made him mad. The holy trio wasn’t as perfect as everyone believed. A grin found Draco’s lips. If he wanted to get Harry close, he’d just have to get him away from Granger and Weasley…they were bad influences.

After class, Draco stopped Harry, “apology accepted. And sorry about what I said too.”

“I guess I deserved it.” Harry shrugged, shifting the weight of his books to the other hand.

They walked in silence for a long time before Draco got up the nerve to ask, “what were you guys fighting about?”

“Oh…you actually. I said something along the lines that it wasn’t so bad living with you, and they freaked out.”

“Why would they freak out?”

“You are Draco Malfoy. I hate you, remember?” Harry grinned, switching the books in his hand around.

“Feelings mutual.” Draco knocked into Harry gently, their shoulders barely brushing.

“So you’re going to help me in Potions right? Now that we’re roomies?” Harry looked over at Draco, his eyes slightly pleading. Everyone knew Draco was best at potions.

“Only if you help me in Divination. I hate that class.”

“All right, It’s a deal.”



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Draco was surprised when Harry opted to study in their room that night instead of Hermione and Ron. There books were opened, Divination on one bed, Potions on the next. Draco was copying answers from Harry, not particularly caring whether or not he understood what he was doing. Harry too decided to just copy.

When both boys were done, Harry grabbed his broom and started polishing it. Draco was messing with his pet snake. It was a relatively new pet, but he adored it nonetheless. Harry smirked, listening to the snake. ~I don’t like the little mice you give me~ It hissed. Draco didn’t pay any attention, not listening to the noises coming from the snake.

“Um, Draco. Your snake wants more food than that little mouse.”

Looking up, Draco arched an eyebrow. “Is that so Potter? Who told you? The snake?”

“Yes.” Harry grinned, “I’m a parsel mouth remember?” Getting up, Harry sat next to Draco. ~What kif fof food do you want?~

~You understand me? Good…tell him I want rats now. Big juicy ones.~

“Your snake wants big juicy rats.” Harry reached out and ran his fingersr thr the cool scales of the reptile.

“You might not want to do that. He seems pretty ferocious.”

~Are you going to hurt me?~ Harry asked, moving his fingerer ter the snakes head.

~Of course not. Who else will talk to me?~ Laughing, Harry continued to pet the snake

“I don’t think he’s going to harm me. What’s you name him?”

“Sterling.”

Chuckling, Harry spoke without thinking, “after your eyes?”

Draco focused from the snake to Harry, who was still concentrating on the snake. ~The name is stupid. My name is Teerna.~

“Draco, your snake is a girl. And her name is Terrna.”

“Do you notice my eyes a lot Potter?” There was a note of huskiness in his voice that Harry’s hadn’t heard before.

“No, I just…,” suddenly Harry was flustered. Prying his gaze away from the snake to Draco, Harry felt warm lips cover his own in an awkward, but sweet kiss. Groaning, Draco laid his head against Harry’s shoulder. “Gods, why does ive tve to be so perfect?”

Trying to regain control of his breathing, Harry spoke with an unsteady voice. “What’s perfect?”

“You. This.” Carefully Draco set the small aquarium with the snake aside. The long graceful fingers were cupping Harry’s face now. Memorizing the feel. sof softness of his skin. “I’ve told myself time and time again you’re nothing to me. Why can’t I learn to believe it?”

“Draco, you’re not making sense.” The Gryffindor was shaking visibly.

“I want you.” Leaning closer, the Slytherin placed a light kiss on Harry’s lips. “I need you.” Another feathery kiss on his jaw. “Hell, Potter, I think I may love you.”

The surprise gasp from Harry was hardly heard under the sudden pressure of Draco’s mouth devouring his. Pushing the Gryffindor back onto the bed, Draco hurriedly straddled the strong thighs, trapping Harry to the bed.

Moaning, Harry arched into Draco’s roaming tongueale,ale,oth oth fingers deftly unbuttoned the shirt Harry was wearing, pushing the annoying fabric aside. Nothing had ever felts gos good before to Harry. Never in his hormone crazed dreams had his body responded this way to another person’s touch. It as if his body was on fire. As if he was flying through the air. His adrenaline pumping overtime.

Harry hardly noticed Draco sliding down his pants and boxers until his mouth fastened upon the now throbbing erection. The Gryffindor couldn’t contain the scream that rose in his throat. His fingers tightened painfully in Draco’s hair.

It had to be magic. What Draco was doing with his lips. Those wonderful pale talented fingers pulling him closer, deeper into the warm crevice of the Slytherin’s mouth. It wasn’t long before the scream became a low groan and he was exploding, Harry’s hips jutting upwards, nearly choking Draco.

Collapsing onto the bed, Harry tried to catch his breath. The supple Slytherin stretching out beside him. Languidly Draco placed tiny kisses along Harry’s shoulder, waiting for the Gryffindor to regain his ability to speak. “Draco…” Harry started uncertainly.

“Don’t say anything negative Potter.”

“No…no not at all…Draco that was amazing.”

Nuzzling Harry’s neck, he smiled, pleased. “Was it?”

“The only thing I can possibly say is…” sitting up, Harry felt a wicked smile find his lips. “Your turn.”


***Anyway, this chapter is a lot more cheerful, if you\'ve been reading \"Dreams\" at alyes,yes, I\'m pimping my other story...so sue me. Read and review? I\'ll get another chapter up pretty soon, okay?