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Bruises & Embraces	By : Raistlin_The_Wizard Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 2549 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Enemies, Lovers

Harry was tossing and turning in his canopy bed. He couldn’t shut off his mind. What had happened still bedazzled him. How could he have kissed Malfoy?! Malfoy! Of all the people in the world. They had hated each other ever since they first met. But the taste of his kiss still lingered in Harry’s mouth. The more he recalled the moment, the more details he noticed, like the softness of Draco’s lips, or the strength of his grip when he grabbed Harry’s arms. And every time Harry thought of that moment, he felt a desire like nothing before.
“This time you totally lost it Harry. Seven years fighting for your life finally took a toll on you. You must be brain damaged.”
As the hours dragged on, Harry’s hard-on wouldn’t come down. He tried to release the tension by looking at a girl’s magazine, but somehow it wasn’t working. Finally he cave in and allowed himself to imagine what it would have been like to give himself completely to Draco. By the time he finished, the explosion of pleasure was so intense that he bit himself till blood came out, trying to prevent a scream of ecstasy from coming out. Bleeding but exhausted in a good way, he finally fell asleep.

The next morning, Harry woke up late to find the dormitory already empty. He got himself dressed and got down to the Great Hall. Hermione and Ron were already finishing their breakfast. Draco was nowhere to be seen.

“Morning,” said Harry, gulping a bowl of cereals.

“Morning. You look different.” Hermione was looking at him with an inquisitive look.
“What do you mean?”

Harry’s heart was thumping. Could she know something? No, that’d be impossible, he was being paranoid.
“I don’t know… it’s like a shadow lifted off you… it’s actually good.”

“Hermione, I thought you were not into that kind of divination stuff.”

Hermione was about to answer back, but Ron kept talking.
“Anyway, where were you last night? I didn’t see you come in.”

Harry mumbled something with his mouth full and changed the subject.

“Ron, don’t you need to go to Hogsmeade today? I need to go as well, still got a lot of presents to buy.”
“Let’s all go together then. I got all I needed, but I can check Tomes and Scrolls for new books.” Hermione interrupted.
“New books? What for?! You have the whole library of Hogwarts at your disposal; what other books could you need?!”
Hermione just rolled her eyes and left the table.

“Seriously? Why would she need new books?” Ron insisted.

“Let it go, mate. Let’s just go to Hogsmeade and finish all the Christmas shopping.”
Once they got to Hogsmeade, they parted ways as they had done in Diagon Alley. Harry headed towards Spintwitches, the local sporting goods shop, to find a present for Ron. The store looked very small from the outside, but when Harry got inside, it extended far beyond what it should. Harry guessed that some things were just bigger on the inside.

There were so many things there whose uses Harry did not know, that he was reminded of how little he still knew about the Wizard World. Clearly there were as many sports as in the Muggle World. He headed towards the Quidditch section, since that was something he knew almost all about.
“Good morning, sir. May I be of assistance?”
A young man, no more than twenty-two years old, dressed in red robes with a pin saying “Oswald Sergei” stood on Harry’s right, having appeared so suddenly that Harry dropped the broom he had been holding.

“Sorry about that,” he said as Oswald picked up the broom and placed it carefully in its place. “Do you happen to have any Chuddley Cannons goods? My best friend is a fan and I’m looking for something special to give him this Christmas.”

If Oswald knew who Harry was, he gave no sign and treated him with indifference. Harry found it refreshing.

“Certainly, sir.”
Grabbing a nearby ladder, the young man climbed four steps and took down a small square box and gave it to Harry to open.

“Oh. This is actually pretty good!”
Inside, resting on black velvet, were orange dragon skin gloves embroidered with the Chuddley Cannons logo. The quality was undeniable. Harry put them on to test them and they were both flexible and incredibly strong.

“They’re actually perfect for Keepers, sir. The skin will protect against rash or sudden blows from stopping the Quaffle from getting in the goalposts.”
“Funny, my friend is indeed a Keeper. This is perfect, then.”

“I’m glad I was of service. You can pay at the counter. It’s 10 galleons.”
Harry’s eyes widened. That was very expensive, but since he had saved up so much with Hermione’s present he decided to take it. Ten minutes later and with his wallet a lot lighter, Harry was again out in the streets. The others would still be busy, so he decided to walk around for a bit. Somehow he ended up near the path that led to the Shrieking Shack. He was about to turn back when he spotted a lonely figure up at the top. His heart started beating fast. It was Draco Malfoy. Harry went after him. He was halfway through when Draco saw him. They exchanged looks for a brief moment and then Draco ran away. Harry followed him.

“Go away, Potter!”

Draco vanished inside the Shrieking Shack and this time, without hesitation, Harry followed. He heard steps upstairs so he went to the first floor. A door stood ajar, still moving. Harry got in the room. Draco was sitting on the bed, bent over, with his head between his hands.
“I said, go away. Leave me alone.”
His voice was shaking. Harry knew not if in anger or something else. Something like what he might be feeling. Anticipation.
“We need to talk about the other day.”

“There’s nothing to talk about.”

“I think there is. You kissed me. Why?”

“I did no such thing. Are you calling me a faggot?”

“Are you?”
Draco jumped out of bed, ready to lunge himself at Harry, but this time the Boy Who Lived was ready, and, using his quick reflexes, dodged and pinned Draco against the wall. The blonde boy’s perfume filled Harry’s nostrils, a mix of an expensive odour mingled with the sweat of the sprint towards the shackle. Harry found it strangely exciting.
“Let me go, Potter! I’ll kill you!”

“No, you won’t. Stop struggling! You had the chance before and you didn’t. You won’t do it now.”
Draco managed to free himself and grabbed Harry, now pinning him to the wall. Harry could feel Draco’s hardness pressing against him, so Harry teased him.
“I guess your mind is not keeping up with your body… for someone who says they are not a faggot.”
Draco turned Harry around and kissed him. This time Harry lost no time and kissed him back. The relief and the freedom he felt were nothing like he had ever experienced. It felt right. For the first time he felt right, in the right place, doing the right thing.

Draco threw Harry into the bed, and the Gryffindor spread his legs so Draco could fit perfectly into his body. Draco grabbed Harry's shirt and ripped it off, kissing Harry again while rubbing his nipples. Harry, however, could not wait; he needed Draco inside him and he needed it right away. He took out his own pants and boxers and turned on his back.

“Please, fuck me.”

Without a word, Draco yanked Harry’s hair and thrust himself inside Harry’s body, who screamed both in pleasure and pain. In a rhythmic and passionate motion, the former enemies, now lovers, released all of the tension, all of the pain in those frantic moments, both losing themselves in each other’s body.
As they were both laying on the bed, exhausted from the effort of consuming each other, neither knew what to say or what to do. Neither could understand what was compelling them to one another. Draco prepared to get out of bed but Harry grabbed his hand.

“Please, stay. Don’t go.”

The vulnerability in Harry’s pleading voice eclipsed the sarcastic words Draco was preparing. Instead he found himself being dragged to bed and letting himself being held in Harry’s embrace. They stood there in each other’s arms for hours. Not talking. Just feeling each other’s body.
When night was finally approaching, they knew they couldn’t stay any longer; they needed to go back to the school. However, the thought of leaving each other was painful. What if it had been a one-time thing? What if the other would never look him in the eye again?

They dressed back to back, without facing each other. Finally, at the door they kissed again. This time more softly, more tenderly, more lovingly.

“Will…” Harry started.

“Shhh…” said Draco, silencing Harry with a kiss, before leaving with a new sparkle in his eyes, which left Harry hoping. Hoping that maybe there was something more. Maybe this Christmas he would be getting what he wanted.

“And all I want is you…” he whispered, before leaving as well.
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