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Forbidden	By : rubycrush Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 48060 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Summary: Harry finds Draco alone in the library.

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Chapter 3: The Confession

�Harry!� Ron Weasley called through his best friend�s curtains, �Come on, mate, get out of bed. You�re going to miss breakfast.�

Harry curled into an even tighter ball, unwilling to face the reality of morning. He hadn�t slept. The memory of kissing Draco in the moonlight had been too frightening and too erotic to allow him any peace. As a result, he�d spent part of the night coming into his hands, whispering Draco�s name into his pillow, and the rest scolding himself for being a perverted bastard, and wondering how long it would take before the entire school heard what had happened on the Quidditch Pitch. Merlin, why had he given in and kissed Draco Malfoy?

Draco wasn�t in the Great Hall at breakfast, which relieved Harry as well as disappointed him. He morosely picked at the food on his plate to keep Hermione happy; assuring his friends he was fine, though it was obvious they didn�t believe him. He hadn�t been himself for a while, but today it seemed much worse. Harry just couldn�t stand to see the kindly, worried looks they kept giving him.

�Look, I�m just not feeling so well, yeah? I promise, if I don�t improve by this afternoon, I�ll go see Pomfrey.� He forced a weak smile on his face, gathered his book bag, and shuffled off for the Charms corridor, determined to avoid all thoughts of him.

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Draco waited till everyone was at breakfast before he got out of bed and headed for the bathrooms to get ready in peace. He stood naked under the forceful spray of a hot shower, reveling in the feeling of the water pounding into the muscles of his neck, shoulders, and back. He hadn�t been able to sleep, horrified at his own reaction to Potter�s unexpected advances, yet unable to get the arousing images out of his mind. He ran a bar of soap over his chest and down his abdomen, his eyes drifting shut as he imagined Harry�s strong hands sliding over his bare skin, nails scraping lightly over his sensitive inner thighs, and a warm, wet mouth closing over his aching, dripping cock. Draco�s breath hitched in his chest as he imagined Harry looking up at him with those startling green eyes, imagined his cock being swallowed down to the root, and �.

�FUCK! Oh shit, SHIT!� He was coming in strong bursts into his hand, thick droplets splashing against his chest and on the shower tiles. He leaned his forehead against the cold tiles, furious and shocked. It shouldn�t be Potter. Never Potter. What was happening to him? Something wasn�t right.

Suddenly, inexplicably, he remembered the curse. He quickly rinsed off, wrapped a towel around his waist and rushed to his trunk, quickly digging out the spell book. He flipped through the pages, swearing impatiently under his breath, until he found The Curse of the Forbidden Fruit.

�Bugger,� he whispered, seeing a line of minuscule print at the bottom that he was sure hadn�t been there before: �WARNING: Care must be taken to ascertain that the one chosen to be cursed does indeed harbor a forbidden love, or the spell may backfire on the one who casts it.�

Draco slumped silently onto his bed. The spell had backfired on him. So then Potter hadn�t been in love with Granger after all. �The curse rebounded and is making Potter want me,� he said to himself, numbly. And the secondary curse had made him want Potter in return. Of all the fucked up, frustrating, unimaginable messes he could have gotten himself into. He buried his head under his pillow, allowing himself to wallow in despair a few moments before he pulled himself together and sat down to write a letter to his father.

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Harry suffered through all his classes on Wednesday with burning thoughts of Malfoy running through his head without cease. He had a permanent erection, even though he�d managed to sneak in a wank during three different trips to the loo. He hoped fervently that no one would notice the bulge in the front of his robes, and wondered how long he would have to keep coming up with creative ways to avoid the detection of his painfully erect state. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew that nothing would satisfy him, nobody could fulfill his desire but Malfoy. He caught himself searching for the gleam of platinum hair, for the pale, pointed face, but Draco was conspicuously missing.

By the time night fell, Harry was in a state of desperation. He needed to see Malfoy, needed to touch him, and the craving gripped him in a stranglehold, choking him to the point of delirium. He waited in bed till his dorm mates all had their curtains pulled shut, slipped on his invisibility cloak and grabbed the Marauders Map, leaving silently through the portrait hole.

A layer of sweat coated Harry�s skin as he blundered through the corridors in a haze of desire, heading for the library, where he could see the tiny dot labeled �Malfoy,� apparently alone. He swept his cloak off as he entered the library, rushing to the desk where Malfoy was seated, surrounded by the dim glow of a single lantern.

Draco looked up from the pile of books he�d removed from the Restricted Section. His usually perfect hair was tousled, as if he�d been running his hands through it repeatedly, and several golden strands were stuck to the sheen of sweat on his flushed face.

�No!� Draco yelled. �Don�t come any closer.� Harry stopped less than three feet from the desk. �Just stay where you are.� Blood rushed to Draco�s groin, making his breath come out in shuddering gasps.

Harry gulped, unable to think straight, being this close to Malfoy. �I � I want you.� He was enveloped in confusion, hating himself for admitting his feelings to Malfoy, yet too crippled with lust to care more than a second. He took a few steps towards Draco, ignoring the way the other boy held up his arms as if to ward him off. Harry reached out a hand, giving in to the urge to run the pad of his thumb over Draco�s lush lower lip.

�Don�t,� Malfoy said, with a shiver. �This is a mistake.�

Harry couldn�t help but notice that without the customary sneers and cruel remarks, Draco looked positively angelic. His skin was like porcelain in the light of the flickering lantern. Harry traced Draco�s jaw with the back of his hand, and he closed his grey eyes and swallowed convulsively, his impossibly long eyelashes fluttering beautifully against his cheek.

Draco fought to ignore the aching need for release growing within him. He could see that Harry was trying to hold himself back, but just barely succeeding. The tremor in his hands gave him away, and his emerald eyes were glazed over with lust. Draco stiffened as the dark haired boy leaned determinedly towards him, but found he could do nothing to prevent Harry from slipping his muscular arms around him as he claimed Draco�s mouth in a rough and hungry kiss. Draco groaned deep in his throat, clasping his arms around Harry�s neck, and their bodies melded together, tongues and lips meeting in a slippery dance.

They sank to the thickly carpeted floor, running their hands all over each other, tearing free of the robes that separated them until they were soon writhing in a tangle of naked limbs, their mouths never losing contact. Harry lay on top of Draco and between his legs, which were wound tightly around Harry�s waist. Their hard, leaking cocks were trapped between their muscled abdomens, and the friction created when Harry began to move urgently against Draco caused both boys to cry out in pleasure.

Draco bucked up to meet Harry�s thrusts, moaning decadently as Harry trailed kisses and bites down his throat, and Harry shivered with goosebumps when Draco sucked on the place where his neck met his shoulder. The two of them were lost in each other, in the smell of sweat and sex, and in the sound of ragged moans and whispered pleas. Waves of pleasure crashed over them, building into a crescendo of exquisite sensations, and they clung to each other, gasping and whimpering each others names as they came, their sweat-soaked bodies shaking uncontrollably.

For a few silent moments they lay as they were, their bodies rapidly cooling and the copious amounts of come congealing on their chests and stomachs. Harry couldn�t believe what had just happened. He had given into his attraction for Malfoy, and Malfoy had responded, not with scorn and disgust as Harry had expected, but with matched passion and enthusiasm. A feeling of warmth spread through his chest, bringing a smile to his lips. They may not have a relationship like Ron and Hermione�s, but this was a start, wasn�t it?

�Potter,� Draco said, still panting slightly.

�Hmmm?� Harry lifted his face from Draco�s neck.

�Get off me, you�re bloody heavy.�

�Oh, sorry,� Harry grinned, rolling off and landing on his back on the carpet next to Draco.

Draco got up immediately, grabbed his wand from the pile of robes on the floor, and quickly cleaned the sticky mess off his front. He pulled on his clothes immediately, resolutely ignoring the boy who was looking at him curiously from the floor.

�Ok, Potter,� he began, once he was fully dressed. �I suppose I should explain why we�re in this mess...you�re probably wondering, and, well, I should, if only for sanity�s sake, and, of course, there is my reputation to consider, not forgetting �.�

�Malfoy, you�re babbling,� Harry said, in confusion. �What is there to explain?�

Draco paced fretfully. �Aren�t you wondering what made you want me like this? What made you find me tonight to do...to do what we did?�

Harry frowned, unsure of what to say.

�It was a curse, Potter,� Draco said, still pacing, refusing to look at Harry. �I used a curse on you and it backfired, and it made you fancy me, and �.�

�What?� Harry�s voice was little more than a disbelieving whisper.

�It wasn�t meant to turn out this way,� Draco continued, bitterly. �There�s part of the curse that makes me want you in return, so believe me, I�m in just as much shit as you are.�

Harry felt numb. All summer he�d been wallowing in self-pity, and since coming back to Hogwarts he�d been distancing himself from his friends because he�d believed he was gay and was afraid they wouldn�t accept him...all because of a fucking curse? He�d questioned his own identity, despised himself for lusting after his enemy, and been convinced for just one moment that he could find happiness in Malfoy�s arms, of all people...and it was no more than an illusion. He suddenly felt ridiculous, sitting on the floor, naked and covered in spunk.

�Remove it,� Harry growled, through clenched teeth.

�What?�

�Remove. The fucking. Curse,� he said, standing and advancing towards Malfoy, �or I will remove your fucking head, you worthless arsehole.�

Draco shuddered at the unholy glint in Harry�s eyes. He suddenly realized that this was what Harry would probably look like when he faced the Dark Lord. Every muscle in Harry�s naked body was tensed as if he was poised to attack. It was intimidating, and incredibly sexy.

�Remove the curse.� Harry repeated, this time only inches from Draco.

�I�m trying to find a way,� he said, somewhat breathlessly, gesturing to the pile of books on the desk behind him. He could almost feel the anger radiating off Harry in scorching waves. �It�s Dark magic, and the origins are fairly obscure.�

�Find a way, and remove the curse. I�ve had it with your games,� Harry growled, before turning on his heel and gathering his clothes and wand in a rough bundle. He stormed away, not bothering to dress, pulling his invisibility cloak around him as he entered the corridor and headed for the Prefects� bathroom. He needed to get clean.
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