Title: Hallways and I Hate You’s

“I hate you.”

Harry stepped closer and reached up to touch a pale cheek. Draco moved away.

“I hate you.”

Draco stepped in again and reached up to pull the dark haired head in closer. Harry looked up at him with wide green eyes and soft pink lips, face framed by pale long fingered hands. He moved right up against the taller teen and closed his eyes.

“I hate you.” the voice was harsher now, more desperate, breathed quietly between them.

Harry pushed up and kissed the thin lips hovering above his own. He pressed close and let his arms go one around Draco’s waist, the other up and draping over a thin shoulder. Draco pulled him flush against him and kissed back.

Harry opened his mouth and kissed him with emotion he rarely showed anymore, since 5^th year and his childhood had been almost ceremoniously ended when Harry killed for the first time. The whole thing had left him cold and alone, pulling him away from his only friends.

Draco’s tongue pushed into Harry’s mouth moving wickedly into every corner of the warm cavern. Harry sighed into the kiss, melting against him feeling his eyes filling with tears. Harry let his hand move into Draco’s hair and bucked his hips against the warm body in front of him.

Draco’s kisses were hot and hard, searching Harry’s mouth with a hunger that made Harry’s groin ache. He kissed back hands moving up and down to pull the slim body closer and pressing harder. He sighed pressing his erection into Draco’s hip. Harry could feel the other boy’s own cock pressing into his abdomen, almost believed he could feel the blood pulsing through the organ.

Harry and Draco broke apart gasping for air.

“I hate you.” it was panted out, even as the speaker pressed closer.

“We’ve covered that. I think it’s time we moved on from that particular topic of conversation.”

Another kiss, shorter, but just as intense as the former. Draco’s hands went to the front of Harry’s robes, pulling the black material down off square shoulders and down long arms.

“Just wanted you to know, for future reference...” it was whispered quietly.

Draco’s mouth traveled down Harry’s neck and to the soft spot behind his ear. Harry let out a somewhat pitiful whimper and shuddered at the tongue running across his pulse point. He clutched at Draco’s robe as his throat was sucked greedily.

“No marks.” he whispered, tugging on the expensive school robe. Draco lifted his head.

“I’ll mark you if I want to, Potter.” the words were cold, sneered, and hateful. But Harry didn’t believe the emotion forced into them.

“No you won’t.” he whispered, yanking the taller boy into another kiss. Harry sucked on the tongue that once again invaded his mouth and allowed himself to be pushed farther and farther backward until he hit the cool stone wall of the corridor. He groaned and pressed one hand down and into the back of Draco’s pants.

Draco mewled and ground against him. He arched like a cat and rested his head in the crook of his lover’s neck. Draco panted against the smooth unblemished neck.

“I hate you.” Draco whispered, his voice breaking as he pushed closer. Harry withdrew his hands and using the blond’s shoulders for leverage spun him around to press against the cold damp stone. Harry leaned up and looked directly into grey eyes. His lips hovered a few millimeters from the others thin mouth. They were panting in tandem with each other.

“I know, Draco.” he whispered before kissing him again. Draco’s hands went to the smaller boys school robes. He moaned giving into the delicious heat pressing into his thigh. When had they gotten naked? He wondered. He clutched at the back of Harry’s shoulder as his left leg was lifted and brought up over one round hip. He used it to pull the other boy closer.

“I hate you, now fuck me!” he growled. Harry smirked moving forward and sinking into the willing body before him. He slid in effortlessly, groaning at the clutching tightness around him. Draco went limp against the wall, head lolling back against the stone behind him. He moaned, one hand clutching at Harry’s shoulder, the other a mop of messy black hair. He pulled Harry’s mouth to his own. “Hard.” he demanded. Harry made a soft grunting sound and complied with the order.

Draco might hate Harry, but he certainly loved being shagged up against a wall by him.

End.