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Crossing Lines	By : KJmom827 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 11000 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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What was Malfoy playing at; Harry could hardly believe he’d just picked up the quill. No, he hadn’t just picked up the quill, he’d also touched him. The gentle almost-caress was still ghosting over Harry’s wrist late into the night. At that moment he’d been too shocked to react; it wasn’t just the helpfulness or the sweet touch, it was more the look in Malfoy’s eyes. It was almost as if he’d been pleading with Harry, it was like he’d wanted Harry to make a big deal out of it and not all at the same time. Even though Harry had felt confused by it, he hadn’t felt as if the other boy was confused at all.
Harry really wasn’t as thick as most assumed; he knew - or at least thought he knew - what Malfoy was doing. He was trying to be nice without the whole world knowing it; maybe he wasn’t trying to make amends for all the previous animosity, but he was taking a small step in the right direction. Granted, it was a tiny slide, but he was attempting nonetheless.
So, now the ball truly was in Harry’s court; he could pretend as if nothing had happened - either in the hallway or in the classroom - and continue on the path they were on. He could also take the small offering and respond in kind; the decision was difficult, for several reasons.
It would be difficult to treat Malfoy with indifference much less kindness after every snide comment and outright insult he’d thrown at Harry and his friends over the years, but he could do it. The hardest part of this would be to admit that he’d thoroughly enjoyed their very brief snog. It wasn’t as if he had anything against homosexuals, he’d just never thought he belonged in that crowd. He didn’t find other boys attractive, he didn’t wank to the thought of having anything shoved inside of him or doing it to another guy, at least he didn’t until a few days ago.
Still though, he didn’t think about other boys, only about Malfoy. Then again, to be fair, he hadn’t thought of Malfoy that way until very recently either; it was that damned kiss that had done him in, it was almost a promise of more to come. Malfoy had soft lips and the sweetest tongue, sometimes Harry still touched his mouth when he remembered how that tongue felt sliding over his bottom lip. He’d find himself reliving that moment and ever so slightly dragging his finger across his mouth trying to recreate the jolt of lust he’d felt then; he’d never quite succeeded.
It was two days after the quill incident when a plan of action hit Harry so hard he almost dropped too many Puffapod spores in his Antidote to Common Poisons potion. He needed to kiss another bloke, find out if this was a Malfoy-thing or a gay-thing. He really needed to know if it was attraction to Malfoy or raging hormones that had him so on edge.
He couldn’t just kiss any bloke though, it needed to be someone he could trust and someone who he could at least consider attractive even if it wasn’t in a hard-on inducing way. It was obvious to him who it had to be, and he hoped he could do it without causing a problem. A surprise approach would not be the best method to use with Ron, he would need to explain the situation, he would just leave out Malfoy’s name for now.
He’d talk to Ron, convince him to go along with this crazy idea and find out if he really was queer. If kissing Ron was even the slightest bit interesting, then he’d have to explore that further with someone other than Ron or Malfoy. If kissing Ron held no interest to him, then he wouldn’t have any choice but to try and pursue this thing with the blonde.
He got his chance later that night; he and Ron were alone in the common room, everyone else having turned in at least an hour prior. It was nothing unusual for the two of them to sit up playing wizard’s chess into the wee hours of the morning. With a slight smirk, Harry realized this night would be quite unusual.
“Ron?” His heart was beating wildly, but this was too important to ignore.
“Yeah, mate?” Ron was so trusting, he had no idea what was coming.
“I’ve got a favor to ask you; before I do, I need you to understand that I don’t and absolutely won’t feel any differently about you, no matter what happens or what realities our actions may bring about for me, ok?”
“Sure thing, Harry, what’s going on; You’re getting serious on me.” Ron was apprehensive, but Harry was pretty sure if he was honest with the other boy that Ron would help him out.
“Ok, for you to understand why I’m asking you to do this, you’ve got to have the full story. I’m going to tell you everything except who, ok?” He really hoped Ron wouldn’t push that issue.
“Seems fair, though I can’t promise I won’t ask who, especially if this story is as juicy as it sounds like already,” Ron smiled. Harry told him everything he could without arousing suspicion; basically that another boy had kissed him, he’d liked it, and that said boy now seemed to be interested in doing it again.
“Wow, just wow, never pegged you for a shirt-lifter, mate. Not that there’s anything wrong with it mind you, you know Charlie’s gay, right? He’s the only brother I’ve got that I can stand to be around for more than a few minutes at a time; you can’t think that I’d have a problem with this, please tell me you didn’t think that,” Ron looked truly appalled at the thought.
“No, not at all, my problem is a little different. You see, I’m not sure that I am, a shirt-lifter that is,” He was going to elaborate but was interrupted by Ron’s laughter.
“Harry, another bloke kissed you and you liked it, how can you question that?”
“Ron, I’ve never found other boys attractive, not even now. It seems as if it’s just him, but then again I never noticed him until he kissed me, so…” Realization was setting in now. Ron’s eyes were wide and he was shaking his head slightly.
“No, Harry, just no. I will follow you past sleeping three-headed dogs, into a forest full of spiders, into the bowels of this castle on a quest to kill giant snake, and if you ever have to face HIM again, as always I’ll be there, but not this. Harry, please don’t ask me to do this,” Ron truly looked terrified.
“Ron, if I had any other choice I wouldn’t, but you are the only one I trust enough with this,” He hoped his desperation showed in his face.
“Fuck! What if we kiss and suddenly you find yourself madly in love with me, Huh, Harry; What will that do to our friendship, did you think about that?” Ron was pacing now. Harry laughed.
“Ron, I’m sure you’re a good kisser and all, but seriously; No, I love you, mate, but not like that, never like that. No matter how good your kisses are, that’s not going to happen,” Ron had stopped pacing and was now pulling frantically at his hair. Harry hated causing him this kind of distress and he’d almost decided to back off when Ron’s quiet confession broke through the heavy silence.
“I’ve…I’ve never kissed anyone before; what if I’m not any good at it?” Harry smiled, he couldn’t help himself, the situation was just too humorous. Here he was asking his best mate to kiss him and help clear up the sudden question of his sexuality; instead of worrying that Harry would like it, Ron was worried that he wouldn’t.
“First of all, it’s not like I have much practice either. I’ve only ever kissed him, and he did more work than I did, trust me. Secondly, I’m sure you’ll be fine; knowing it would be your first kiss, I’m not sure I want to steal it like this so never mind,” He stood and was going to tell Ron thanks and goodnight when Ron’s long arms snaked out to wrap around his waist.
Harry was sure the look on his face was comical, but Ron only looked determined; then they were kissing. Ron’s lips were warm and slightly moist and it was nice, but not earth shattering. Harry almost choked when he felt Ron’s tongue pushing hesitantly at his own lips, which only served to allow Ron entrance.
Then their tongues were wrapping around each other and one or both of them moaned. Yes, it was definitely good, but only because kisses are good when done right, not because there was anything particularly attractive to him about Ron. The kiss came to it’s natural end, and Harry was surprised again when Ron pulled his bottom lip with him on his retreat and ran his tongue over it once before letting it go.
Their eyes, which hadn’t closed in the process, were locked, “Well?” Ron wasn’t hesitant now, but he was flushed and his breathing hadn’t yet evened out.
“Um yeah, if I were gay, that definitely would have been my wake up call. You’ve got nothing to worry about whenever you and Hermione finally pull your heads out of the sand.”
“Well, you don’t look happy about the fact that your straightness is no longer in question,” Ron really did look confused, but if he knew who had caused the question in the first place, he’d understand.
“Honestly, I was kind of hoping it was boys in general; that would be much easier to deal with. Plus, the fact that I am interested in him would imply that I’m at least a little bent,” Harry allowed himself to fall back to his original position on the couch.
“Yeah well, on that note, I’m turning in. It’s been a weird night and I need to sleep and reorient myself with… myself,” With a chuckle Ron headed upstairs.
So many things to think about, but one thing was for sure, he was interested. Now he had to figure out how or even if he and Draco could get from here to the there that they both wanted.
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