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You are my sunshine	By : LerDan Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2755 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 4:

A fist collided with the cold tile wall of the boy’s bathroom. Harry swore under his breath and punched the wall repeatedly…there was a sick crunching noise and his hand was broken. He let out a gasp of breath and closed his eyes, biting his lip; he cradled his hand to his chest and slid down the wall, the cold water cascading down his body. He clutched at his hand, and banged his head back to the wall, feeling sick all over again.

He had totally lost control over his body tonight; he had totally fucked everything up. He was supposed to make Malfoy squirm in his seat like he did to him, but Harry…Harry let his emotions get the best of him. Damn it.

Malfoy didn’t do anything. He just sat there, run a hand through his hair and rubbed a hand over his eyes, and that’s it. But no, Harry’s heart didn’t quite agree with his mind…and other parts either.

Harry stifled a sob when he remembered Malfoy’s face. He had been scared because he thought that Harry was going to…he didn’t know what he was going to do, but the look on Malfoy’s face left a whole in Harry’s heart. He could text him right now, and get informed how was his day so far, but his fingers didn’t move, he himself didn’t move at all.

He was ashamed of himself for what he had done. Aroused by Malfoy? Harry shook his head, a tear run down his eyes and he bit his lips more tightly, not wanting to cry over this. He remembered the day when he told Hermione that he was feeling some kind of weird stuff towards the male population of Hogwarts. Hermione only looked at him like she was amused by his stuttering declaration and she just hugged him close to her as she saw his dejected and anxious face, and told him that he didn’t have to worry about it, and that his secret was safe with her.

And Harry spilled his heart out, he told her all about whom he found attractive or with whom he’d like to have a relationship. He told her about how he found Malfoy and his sarcastic side cute. Hermione’s face was priceless. She had opened her mouth eyes going wide and trying to speak, but when the words failed her, she just snapped her mouth shut and looked at Harry like he had grown a head or two.

After that this happened; this mess that Harry dig himself into. How could he be so stupid? How could he…?

Harry shook his head again and looked down at his hard cock which was nestled on his thighs. He looked at it in disgust, and felt anger rising into him once again. It was that piece of meat that let him lose his mind. And now it sat there looking flushed and hard. Harry, swearing heavily, took him into his hand and roughly brought himself into the edge. As he came his vision turned white and a shockingly blond boy’s face appeared under his closed eyelids.

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The next morning was…tense. Harry sat at the Gryffindor table looking exhausted and not so fresh; like he hadn’t slept a blink, which he didn’t. When he tried to sleep, he found himself thinking about Malfoy once again, and he cried of humiliation of what he had done. He tried to stifle his sobs as best as he could, but when Ron flanged open the curtain of his bed he let out a wail and buried his face into his pillow, crying almost hysterically. Ron looked slightly scared and not knowing what to do, so he called Hermione up to their room.

When Hermione appeared, a worried look was on her face. As she approached to his bed, she tried to see his face, and when she saw it, she understood what had happened. So she only gave him a sad smile and rubbed a hand on his back, not saying anything. Ron had asked what happened to him, Hermione only told him that maybe it was because of the war that was looming over them, taking its toll on Harry. Ron only nodded and walked out of the dormitory, feeling unsettled by Harry’s behavior. When the door had been safely closed after Ron, Hermione put up a silencing charm on it and gathered Harry into her arms, gently running a hand in his hair and waiting for him to tell of what had happened. And Harry did, once again, he told Hermione everything that had happened between them, about the Galleon they are using, but Malfoy unknowingly talking to him, and at every passing minute the ache in his heart lessened and finally after some more crying he fell into a very uneasy sleep.

Now here they were, sitting together, not saying anything. Suddenly Hermione took Harry’s hand in hers and she went all tense. Harry feeling puzzled frowned and looked at Hermione questioningly, but saw her looking towards the door of the Great Hall. Harry turned and looked at the point of where was looking and froze. His breath left him and his eyes burned with tears again, he idly wondered of how much he could cry. Malfoy swaggered in looking…Harry blinked. Shit. He looked like shit, that’s what he looked. As it seemed like Harry wasn’t the only one who hadn’t slept last night. He turned a horrified look towards Hermione who tightened her grip on him.

She shook her head, leaned closer and whispered, “You are not going anywhere, Harry. You’ll make it even worse if you’ll just take and leave!”

Harry after a moment of silence, nodded. His lower lip wobbled a bit and he bit it hard, thudding his head forward onto the table and trying hard to stifle the noises that were coming out of his lips.

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Potter looked like hell. He himself didn’t look good, but it wasn’t because he was distressed. It was because he was…happy? Was that the word he would use now to describe the butterflies that were flying inside of his stomach? He didn’t know what he was feeling, because he never felt like this, and he wanted it to last, as long as it could.

What Potter did to him yesterday was beyond madness. He had been waiting for that for his whole life! He had been waiting for Potter to do something …risky, so he wouldn’t be the first one to make the first move. He hadn’t slept last night, because his mind was a jumbled mess. He was once in life happy about a small thing. Since he started at Hogwarts, he didn’t know what true happiness was, what things would make a human being be happy. Yes, he had received some small gifts and such when he was little, but it all ended up with a slap or two on his face from his father from being overly excited about a toy broomstick that he’d got as a gift for his fifth birthday. His father had been abusive, but everything that he’d done to him, Draco had learnt from it.

He learned that happiness, as sweet as it was, didn’t last forever. And Draco believed him, he still does.

He sighed and rubbed a hand on his face, he looked up to see Potter banging his head on the table and that Granger was trying to talk to him, but to no avail. He watched as Granger’s hand was rubbing Potter’s back, and Draco had a sudden urge to rip her hand off of its socket, so it won’t ever touch Potter. Draco took a deep, steadying breath. He scolded himself for losing control of his mind and emotions. He and Potter were nothing together, they were enemies, and here he was, his emotions getting the best of him wanting nothing more than to rip Granger to pieces.

And the mystery boy was mysteriously gone. They hadn’t talked from yesterday night till now. It was surprising really, they’d at least say good night to each other even though they hadn’t talked. Draco rummaged in his pocket and took out the Galleon and tapped on it, waiting.

‘Morning, are you alright?’

Draco was waiting for a reply. But his waiting reply did not come. He was in a fool mood by the time the classes ended, and with a groan he realized that he had to write an essay with Potter, but the git hadn’t written him and Draco didn’t know what to do. What if he was too embarrassed of himself to write Draco about it? He wouldn’t allow it, of course. They had to write the fucking essay then start to brew the damned potion at the next class. They had to work together for Christ’s sake. What was Potter playing at? Draco cared about his marks, unlike the idiot.

Squashing down his pride he fetched Felix, his owl, and wrote a note on it for Potter. His black owl took off immediately and Draco sighed tiredly and slumped on his bed looking out of the window.

It was a beautiful day outside, he thought idly. The sunset was as beautiful as it ever could be. He sat there for a moment and drunk in the scene which was unfolding right in front of him. The sky was a mixed color of red, purple and orange, at the horizon he could see the tale tell signs of the ever present sun, which was peering through the clouds. Draco sighed and frowned. He sounded like a damned romantic idiot. Sitting in his bed and watching the sunset? Really Malfoy. Draco shook his head and stood up, stretching he padded towards his wardrobe and started to dress mechanically. He had to meet with Potter in the library in about thirty minute’s time. Draco thought how their study was going to end up with this time. He hoped that Potter wouldn’t lose control this time to shove him up against the wall and punch his face. He’d rather Potter shove him up against of that said wall and be ravished by him.

Draco shook his head and slapped a hand on his face making him to cringe as the slap was too harsh. He pursed his lips at his own stupidity and walked out of his dormitory. Taking some notes and books that he’d left in the Common Room, he turned around, took two apples from the bowl and sauntered out of the room, walking up the stairs, taking some turns into secret passages to let him get to the 7^th floor as soon as he could, and walking towards the library.

When he was right in front of the closed doors of the library he took two steadying breath and opened it. Walking in, he realized that there weren’t that much people there; some Ravenclaws for late night studying and such. He walked right at the back of the library, placing his books on the table, he turned around himself and saw that the corner he had occupied was closed from all sides by bookshelves, and no one from the other side would see him. Draco smirked slightly and sat at the comfortable chair and took one of his books and started to read, occasionally jotting down a sentence or two.

“I didn’t know you were left hander,” a meek voice interrupted his deep thoughts, making him to yelp and jump a foot. Feeling slightly embarrassed by his behavior, he felt his cheeks color as he saw Potter casually leaning against one of the shelves.

“Christ Potter,” he said and rubbed a hand on his heart. “Don’t scare a bloke like that!”

“Sorry,” Potter muttered and walked towards the table, sitting opposite Draco. Draco scowling fiercely nodded.

“How did you find me?” asked Draco, though his heart was running a mile in a minute, his voice was steady, and he congratulated himself for making himself to take control over himself, unlike this morning.

“A handy spell which is called ‘Point me’?” said Potter, his voice lacing with a slight sarcasm which Draco never thought that Potter was capable of.

“Oh, do shut up,” snapped Draco, to cover up his discomfort. He had acted completely stupid when he saw Potter there, leaning over a bookshelf, his hair tousled and looking all delicious in his non-school clothes. “Start reading the damned book, and leave me alone,” he snapped again and turned back to his book and notes. He heard Potter sigh and flipping open the book, they fell into silence.

Half-way through their re-search and more writing he heard Potter standing up and walking to one of the shelves. Draco looked up and watched how Potter lifted his hand up to grab one of the books that he couldn’t quiet reach, he watched as Potter’s back muscles flexed and Draco held the quill in his hand more tightly, to the point when it snapped. He swore under his breath and with a wave of his wand he cleaned up the mess. He looked at Potter once again, and saw him still trying to get the book down. It was now or never.

Draco silently stood up, being a head taller than Potter; he had an upper hand in this situation, so he crept behind Potter. He bit his lip thinking of what he was going to do. What if he read Potter’s actions not in the right way? What if Potter hexed him into the next week? He mentally shook his head, and stretched out his hand to the point where Potter’s book was, his body closing on, on Potter’s body. Draco heard him gasp in a breath and felt a thrill run down his body.

“Is this the book you wanted?” Draco asked him, making sure his voice tickling the side of Potter’s ear. He felt Potter shudder lightly, and nodded in agreement. Draco smirked when he saw Potter’s trembling hand grabbing the book that he was holding in front of him. Potter slowly turned around, and Draco’s smirk faltered. Potter’s green eyes were filled with a raw heat that made Draco want to groan and just take him into his arms and ravish him; they were standing so close that Draco could feel his hot ragged breath on his face. His eyes faltered shut and he breathed slowly, making sure not to just shove him against the damned shelf and take him right then and there. He slowly opened his eyes and saw Potter was watching his lips. A tongue darted out and licked his lips; Potter took a shuddering breath in.

After a moment of silence, Potter seemed to come to its senses, and he lifted his gaze up to Draco’s eyes, “Th-thanks,” he breathed out.

Draco leaned an inch closer to Potter’s face and got the satisfaction as he saw Potter’s breathing going from ragged into a more faster pace, “You’re welcome.” And Draco closed the gap between them.

The fist touch of their lips was like magic to them. Potter’s lips were rough and dry; Draco’s were smooth and slightly wetter. Draco’s hands were up on the shelf right beside Potter’s head; his left hand came up and run a finger over Potter’s jaw, which had a small amount of stubble. As he wanted to move back, Potter moved with him. Draco got back with a sigh of bliss and opened his eyes to look at Potter’s closed eyes, and lips which were half open. His breath caught when Potter blindly linked his hand up on Draco’s neck and brought him back to his lips.

This kiss was more intense then the first one. Potter groaned deep in his throat and Draco cupped his cheek, preventing him from moving away from him. Potter’s lips were awkward at first, and Draco thought if this was his first ever kiss or no, but he didn’t complain. This was thrilling, accelerating. Draco pressed his body to Potter’s making him move back to the shelf and Draco’s tongue started to glide over Potter’s chapped one, making him gasp and open his mouth further. Draco took the opportunity to shove his tongue into Potter’s hot mouth, making him groan. Draco’s hands were starting to sweat from the nervousness of the situation; Potter was making so many voices and was kissing him with so much urgent and enthusiasm, that Draco felt his heart sore and felt light-headed. He could feel, and even smell, Potters breath on his cheek. It was sweet, Draco growled at the taste of it and his other hand came up to Potter’s waist and pulled him closer to his body; his other hand wound itself up in Potter’s messy hair, and gripping it tightly. In return, Potter tightened his hold on Draco’s neck and pulled his face closer too.

Draco could feel Potter’s heartbeat, beating in the rhythm with his. It was erratic and gentle at the same time. It was somewhat calming. Draco grabbed at the lower lip of Potter’s and pulled it a bit, making him groan and eyes flatter. Draco repeated this action again and felt Potter’s lower body thrust up against his own. Draco moaned and continued his kisses down his chin, jaw, pulling on his earlobe, making Potter hiss a breath and plant a kiss on the side of his neck, and Draco continued his kisses down Potter’s throat. He started to work on the buttons of Potter’s shirt, kissing on the exposed firm and slightly haired collarbone; making him arch his back and throwing his head back, giving Draco more access to it. Draco nipped and licked his way up to Potter’s delicious mouth once again, kissing him softly, not wanting to rush into action that would led to another thing for which neither was ready yet. He kissed Potter’s closed eyelids, earning himself a more tight hold from him, and a small appreciative hum.

Draco was in heaven that was for sure. He’d never thought he’d kiss Potter so soon. It was like a dream come true for him. After all these years of angry bickering between them, Draco finally got what and where he wanted. Potter was hugging him now, his face buried in his chest, leaving small kisses there; and Draco held him. He didn’t want to let go of Potter soon, but he knew that they had to talk about this eventually, right? So with a grimace he gently nudged Potter back and forced him to look up at him.

His eyes were close first, and Draco saw a small glitter of water on top of his lashes. He frowned and gently nudged his face, when Potter opened his eyes, Draco pursed his lips and a worried frown creased his brow. “Are you alright?”

Potter sniffed and nodded his head, “Yes, sorry about this.” His voice was scratchy and hoarse. Draco made a distressed sound low in his throat and kissed Potter’s forehead.

“It’s ok, but I don’t understand why you are crying?” he murmured, and wiped away a tear that slipped out of Potter’s eye.

He shook his head, and shrugged helplessly, a small sad smile on his lips. “I just think that…I think this is a dream of some sort, like this is not happening, and when I’ll wake up tomorrow everything will be back to normal, as it usually was, you know? Hating each other, meeting to get this damned Potions essay to write and on Monday to brew it up. And there’s no school tomorrow, because it’s Saturday and it’s Hogsmeade weekend. I just…” Potter seemed to collect himself and looked down, taking a deep breath he said, “Sorry, I was rambling. It doesn’t matter…”

Seeing Potter’s face like that Draco hugged him close and tight. A planting a big kiss on top of his head, he murmured, “This is just the beginning Potter.”

Potter looked up at him with so much hope in his eyes that Draco’s heart melted. “Promise?”

“Malfoy’s aren’t known for not keeping their promises Potter,” Draco answered him smoothly, and saw something flicker in Potter’s eyes, but he dismissed it. “Now, we have homework to do, are you up for it?” Draco asked and grabbed Potter’s hand in his, tugging at it slightly.

Potter’s lips quirked up into a small smile, and nodding they walked towards their table, now sitting side by side, closer to each other. Draco swallowed a bit as his knee touched Potter’s sending shivers down his body. He looked up at Potter’s face and found him smiling slightly into his book, his left hand placed on the table between their books, looking as innocent as his owner. He had a sudden urge to grab it, what would happen if he did just that?

He thanked Merlin for making him left hander, because his right hand was free, so he laced his fingers with Potter’s, breathing out softly as he felt the tingle at the tip of his fingers. Potter grabbed his hand more firmly and his smile grew. Draco felt a smile tag at his lips and he let it spread.

They sat like that, reading quietly for themselves and not bothering to talk, at all. Draco kept thinking about the kiss they had shared and he would feel his chest tightening with unknown feelings that he was going through now. He wanted to have that kiss once again. He wanted to do more than kissing with Potter, but knew that he had to wait. And knew that no matter what they were going to stay together, until the very end. Draco’s thoughts were cut short when Potter cleared his throat. He looked up and saw Potter looking at him.

“We should probably go,” he said, but didn’t make a move of standing up. Draco licked his lips and leaned closer to Potter, he snatched his lips into a searing kiss leaving Potter breathless after him and when he moved back, he saw that Potter’s eyes were closed again, and his lips were parted once again. That look on his face was giving Draco a hard time of keeping his lips to himself, but they had to go, it was late already, and they had to go back to their Common Rooms, and Draco had to think of a plan to be with Potter tomorrow.

“Can we meet tomorrow?” he asked and looked deeply into Potter’s eyes. The bright green eyes flashed with something, and Draco lost himself into them once again. Potter had the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen, and in them he could see flecks of gold.

“Uhm…if you want to…” Potter answered hesitantly.

“If I didn’t want it, Potter, I wouldn’t ask you now, would I?” murmured Draco, and kissed his cheek.

“Yeah…sure…why not,” Potter smiled up at Draco, who in turn tried to smile, but it sort of came out as a grimace. Potter rolled his eyes and stood up, taking his stuff up his arms, he waited for Draco to collect his things.

They walked out of the library walking close to each other, occasionally bumping and giving each other gazes. Draco wanted to take Potter’s hand in his, but knew it was too risky. That walking together by a deserted corridor was a risky thing to do too. But Draco wanted to escort him to the Gryffindor Tower, and give him a good night kiss, and then he’d go back to his House and think over this.

Things were moving too fast, and he was getting slightly dizzy from it all.

As they neared the Tower, Draco slowed down his pace, and tugged at Potter’s arm. He looked up at Draco with bright happy eyes. Draco felt his heart sore at the look on Potter’s face; it was so innocent, almost childish, and he had that strange feeling inside of his chest once again.

“It’s sad that we have to say good bye to each other, isn’t it?” said Draco, his voice small and meek.

“mm…” Potter tentatively reached out to touch Draco’s cheek. Draco himself leaned forward and guided Potter’s hand to his mouth, kissing the side of his palm; he cupped his cheek with Potter’s hand.

“We have to talk about this, Potter, alright?” Draco asked and looked directly into Potter’s eyes. He nodded.

“Yes,” Potter agreed with him, “Yes, yes we have to...”

“You’re warm,” Draco murmured, and sighed. He leaned closer to Potter and gave him a small chaste kiss on his lips. “Good night, Potter.”

“Good night, Malfoy,” Potter murmured back, and kissed him again, this time a bit longer, not clumsy nor rushed. It was sweet and as innocent as Potter’s childish face.
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