C&C will mean more Harry Potter Slash will follow. ^_^ Please?

    Draco Malfoy watched as Harry walked from the infermary. He acted as if he 'hadn't' been lying close to death for over three weeks. He acted as if he hadn't saved the school and most likly the world. He acted like a true hero. How the blond wizard despised that! Why should Potter, raised by muggles and surrounded by mudbloods, be great when he, raised his whole life to succeed greatness, could not grasp such a simple thing as happiness or love?

    Love. That's what Dumbledore had said Harry used to defeat Voldemort. He said he had used the love his mother had given him when she saved him. That the proffesor couldn't stand the love inside the young wizard. Draco shivered in his solitary cold. He had also never been touched by love. Would it destroy him as well? Could Harry's touch end him as well?

    The question had been plagueing him for a long time. He knew that something had to be done to appease his nervous ponderings, but he was afraid of what might happen. Afraid o fwhat he might be inside his skin.
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    Harry tossed and turned in his bed. Visions of voldimort and what he'd done wouldn' tleave him peace enough to rest. He was afraid to touch anyone no win fear that his hands might seek out an evil in them and kill them as well. It was a basless fear and he knew he was being silly but it didn't make him feel any better about it.

    Something else had been troubling him as well. Malfoy had been watching him o late with a look half fear and half curiousity and Harry did 'not' like that look. Since he'd first turned down Draco's hand of friendship he'd regreted it. Yes he'd made fun of Ron's robes and sounded like a real bastard, but looking back it seemed a despirite attempt at something. Maybe acceptance, or friendship. Ron had a lot of friends and Harry understood that Draco, though surrounded by people at all times, had no true friends at all. So of course he would lash out!

    Everybody had been talking behind the teachers backs. Draco Malfoy was the son o fa very questionable man. Maybe a follower of Voldimort. Now more than ever he was afraid to reach out to the blond. Ron hated him with a hurtful passion and Hermione, well she didn't really comment much beyond a scowl to the mention o fhis name. Harry knew he would be causing trouble for himself to try to befriend a Slytherian, but the look on Malfoy's face. . .

    A noise brought Harry from his contemplations and the curtain of his bed was pulled back a bit. "Potter?"

    "Malfoy?!" Harry covered him own mouth quickly and continued in a whispere. No need to wake the entire dorm. "What are you doing here? A Slytherian in Gryffindorf are you mad?!"

    "I have to get something off of my mind so I can sleep again!" He hissed.

    Harry noticed for the first time the bags beneith the silver eyes and the exhausted stance of the boy kneeling on his comforter. Without a word he closed the curtains and whispered, "Lumos." a soft glow floated around them. He pu this glasses on and blinked in the new light, "You look bloody awful!"

    "Thanks a lot!"

    Harry blushed a bit, "I didn't say it to be mean."

    The blond calmed and nodded.

    "Why are you here then? Is whatever you're worried about something to do with me?"

    After a pause the other boy nodded, "When 'isn't' my unrest to do with you Potter?"

    Harry ignored the sarcasm. Something was very wrong here. "What is it Malfoy?"

    "Touch me."

    The green eyes widened and Harry backed up into the headboard, "W. . . what?!"

    "You're hands killed Voldimort. I need to know if they would kill me too. If I have that kind of hate in me I need to know."

    "But. . ."

    "I need to know! Just touch my hand."

    The boy's gaze darted from the offered hand and the silver eyes brimming in worry. "I . . . what if I. . ."

    "You think I'd crumble too." He whispered even more softly.

    "Please don't ask me to do this."

    Draco snatched up the dark haired boy's hand and placed it on his cheek, closing his eyes tightly. Harry's eyes were shut even tighter. Neither could dare breath. A moment passed. Then another.
Cautiously Harry opened his eyes to find Draco's brimming with what could have been tears.

    "Malfoy?"

    "You're so warm Potter. You burn mme you're so warm."

    "But you aren't crumbling." Harry whispered. "I. . . damn you you scared me!"

    Draco leaned into the touch and sighed. "I needed to know."

    A soft blush spread over Harry's cheeks, "Can you let go of my hand now?"

    "Warm." He mumbled into the flesh, "I've never been warm before."

    Harry couldn't think of anything to say to that. He pulled the pale boy into a hug and just let him rest in his arms. Warmth he could give. Maybe it was all Draco needed.

    A tingling sensation flowed up his neck and Harry realised the other wizard was trailing kisses there. Slowly and wetly up his chin and to his lips. Unable to resist, Harry opened his lips and let Draco's tongue enter them. Sweeping inside of his mouth and joining with his own. they rested their foreheads together as they broke apart and held eachother as the fast and labored breaths became calm once again.

    "I. . . I liked that Malfoy."

    "I did too. I liked that very much."

    "Why did we like that? I mean you're a boy and I'm a boy, I don't understand."

    "It isn't impossible Potter." Draco sounded a bit like himself again and Harry blinked in worry. He must have frightened the wizard and set off his defenses.

    "I didn't mean I didn't want it." He admitted.

   Draco didn't reply. He was afraid to break the warmth apart. Instead he settled into Harry's arms and finally fell asleep. He would worry about sneaking out before sunrise later. Right now Harry was so warm.

    And so was he.

~owari~