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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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He was going to study, with Malfoy. He was going to study Transfiguration with Malfoy. It wasn't his best subject, but he didn't really have a hard time with it. Somehow he found it very difficult to believe that Malfoy had problems understanding the material, but he wasn't complaining.

If they didn't study, at least maybe they could talk. He was really confused about what the other boy wanted. He decided that was probably pretty natural considering their history and recent events, but still. He was usually very good about knowing where he stood in any given situation or relationship, so this sudden floundering on his part was new.

He couldn't really blame himself though. They went straight from fighting to kissing. Now they were trying to find some common ground, maybe friendship? He wasn't really sure and on top of that was his uncertainty about his sexuality. It was a very confusing time indeed for Harry Potter.

Once he was back in Gryffindor tower he dashed into the dorm and pulled off his school robes. What he was wearing just wouldn't do. He didn't have many clothes that actually fit him, but at least he had a few decent things he'd bought himself over the last few years.

He started quickly pulling clothes out of his trunk. He was almost to the bottom before he found what he was looking for. He pulled the khakis and black polo shirt on, he opted to just wear his sneakers. It was bad enough he was trying to dress up to study with Malfoy, he didn't want to look like he'd primped for the occasion.

He did try to get his hair to lay down, but it steadfastly refused. At the last minute he tucked his shirt in and reached back into his trunk and grabbed a belt. So, knowing he looked a little like a ponce, but thinking that might be fitting, he snatched his bag up and headed for the library.

Malfoy wasn't there yet, so he picked a table in the back corner. The table was visible from the entrance, so the other boy should be able to find him. It made him a little nervous for the two of them to be seen together, but he knew the library provided the most privacy they'd be able to find for studying. He laughed a little at the thought that he knew of several places in Hogwarts that were good for snogging, though he'd never really used of any of them. He had a brief thought to survey those places in the next couple days and then laughed at himself again.

He was pulling his parchment, quill, and book out when the clearing of a throat caught his attention.

"Potter," His name was spoken quite amicably and he had a fleeting thought that he could definitely get used to that tone before all thought but 'wow' flew out of his head.

Malfoy hadn't yet sat down and Harry was extremely grateful for that. The boy was a vision of utter sexiness. His blonde hair was almost covering one of his sky blue eyes which were complimented nicely by the slightly darker blue of his t-shirt. His slim hips and muscular thighs were hugged almost sinfully by a pair of light blue jeans and Harry found himself wondering what they looked like from behind.

Malfoy cleared his throat again and Harry blushed at the twinkle in his eyes and the somehow not condescending smirk. As Malfoy took a seat, Harry quickly glanced around to see if anyone had noticed his thorough perusal of the other boy. He finally found his voice.

"Malfoy," he hoped it sounded pleasant, but thought it might have been just a little squeaky. Damn Malfoy and his blue jeans.

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He spotted Harry as soon as he entered the library and stopped in his tracks. Harry had dressed up, and it was quite obvious that the effort was entirely for him. Not only were they to be the only people at this study session, but the clothes. A polo shirt and khakis and from his angle he could see the shirt was tucked in and Harry was wearing a belt. The boy's usually untidy mane had been tamed somewhat, but that only served to make him want to tousle it again. He quickly took note of how many dark alcoves there were in the room and then chastised himself. Talk first… then maybe soon, hopefully very soon…

Harry looked good, edible even, and it filled him with hope that he'd attempted to look nice for their meeting, but he much preferred Harry in jeans. Maybe jeans that fit better, but jeans nonetheless. Jeans were just so much more Harry than what he was wearing now. But still… the belt and the tucked in shirt, yeah he could get used to this Harry as well.

He realized he'd been staring for a couple minutes. He took a deep breath and pulled out his wand, a couple of disillusionment charms were in order. He knew that it wouldn't be good, particularly for him, if they were seen together, and he didn't want any interruptions.

He made his way to the table and cleared his throat to get Harry's attention. He didn't expect Harry to so obviously appreciate his body and it surprised and aroused him. Hmm, maybe those alcoves would be in order before he'd originally thought. It was only by sheer will that he managed not to blush when Harry met his eyes again.

He sat down and tried not to wince when Harry called him by his surname. Soon that would have to go, but he hoped that Harry would be the one to suggest they use first names.

They didn't make small talk as they reviewed the basic concepts for the upcoming exam, but any civil communication between them was progress, so he wasn't going to complain. He did have trouble pretending like he didn't understand the material and Harry seemed just as knowledgeable. Soon they'd come to the end of the lesson and they still had plenty of time before curfew. On a whim he placed his hand on Harry's on top of the table to stop the other boy in the middle of the paragraph he was reading aloud. Harry jerked, but to his credit and Draco's delight, didn't pull away.

"Ha- Potter…" Now he blushed, it was apparent Harry had noticed his slip, but he forged on, "Do we really need to finish going over this?"

"No, and it doesn't seem like you do either. You could call me Harry, if… if you want. I mean, I don't really mind. It is my name after all," Harry was finding something on the shelf next to them intriguing, so Draco squeezed the hand he was still holding. Harry's head snapped toward his and the boy bravely met his eyes.

"That would be very agreeable to me, and of course I'd insist you call me by my first name as well," He held his breath, this was very important to him. He'd wanted for so long to hear his name from the boy across from him and it was almost too much to think that this might be the moment.

"Ok, Draco, so what now?" We go somewhere I can give you a million reasons to whisper, sign, moan, groan, growl, scream, my name?

"I could help you with potions? I mean, obviously it's too late to get lab time, but we could review some of the basics, properties of magical plants and herbs. We could go over different chopping techniques and ingredients for some of the more complicated potions we're working on this year," He knew he sounded entirely too hopeful, but this was something he could actually help the other boy with and that had been a desire of his for a while as well. It was the next best option, the only option he could think of that wouldn't get him punched or hexed.

"Sure, Draco, I'd like that, and we both know I could use the help. Thanks." Harry's easy smile was all the thanks he needed.
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