Storms on the rise
The library was cool, calm, something about the place had always calmed Hermione but set me on edge. So many ways to start a fire with dry paper and sitting here trying to complete the assignment for Defence against the dark-arts but instead I find myself daydreaming about literally anything else. Somehow my thoughts have ended up in the room of requirement again, back to the destruction I caused with just a simple wave of my wand. I was caught up in my own head when eventually Hermione pulled me back into the present. She was sitting at the little study table same as me, holding her quill between her teeth and fishing something out from her little bag. Her hands were brushing against my leg as she eventually pulled a candied quill from her bag, replaced the proper quill with it and used my lap to push herself back into a sitting position. She worked in silence, her hands flying across the page, knowing she'll finish it before the day is out and then proceed to harass myself and Ron into finishing it months before it's even due.
I envy the way that she loses herself in the school-work, the way her mind works. I looked back to the measly 5 lines that I had written vs her several pages and found my mind wandering again. This time it was Malfoy with one of Hermione's candied quills stuck in his mouth, gently moving as he sucked on it, the way his pink lips pursed around it eyes closed as he enjoyed the sweet. I cracked my fingers trying to think of anything else, anything but the way he might look with something else enclosed between his perfect mouth. I looked back at Hermione and groaned. She was flicking the damn sweet between her teeth now.
I stood abruptly, rubbing the back of my neck and staring into the rows upon rows of books. “Harry?” I hadn't noticed her move not until the small voice was right next to me, her hand on my arm. Turning I peered down at the small bushy haired witch beside me.
“It's getting worse isn't it?” her voice was quiet, her expression open as she looked up at me, caramel eyes staring at me, I could see my green ones reflected in them. Her face was dotted with freckles over olive skin, curly hair framing her face with perfectly groomed eyebrows. She was beautiful. I had never not been attracted to the witch, I've had more than one dirty thought about her but due to Ron’s feelings towards her nothing has ever come to fruition. We’ve flirted and we’ve laughed, two halves of the same person really but out of respect for my friend nothing came from anything and we brush it off each time as part of our friendship. Standing beside her right now with her looking up at me and the thoughts of Draco still on my mind, I nearly gave in to the overwhelming need to bury myself in someone. No. Think of Ron, think how heartbroken he would be to find out that we had been lying about the nature of our friendship even if it's not all a lie.
I nodded. “I need to be doing something Hermione” I muttered “Too restless, strung too tight” she nodded in understanding before wrapping her slender fingers around my own. We stood there together, saying nothing, simply standing there with the same creature rolling around within our bones. We stood there for a few moments before she let go of my fingers and sat herself back down at the table leaving me to stew.
I didn’t stand alone in the library for long before the restlessness within caused me to move towards the door, I got about half way completely on auto pilot before realising I had left all my stuff on the table next to Hermione and had to turn around. Cursing the day I was born I stalked back to the table, roughly shoved everything into my pocket and began again stalking out of the room. The air around the castle was cool, damp and almost crackling with electricity, there was going to be a storm. I love storms, the noise, the lights, the rain, all of it, it makes me feel more alive. No-one else was outside as I stood in the courtyard watching the grey clouds roll across the sky, waiting for the rain to begin. It didn't take long before the first crack of thunder parted the clouds and the rain began to pour, Soaking me in moments as I stood there with my head tilted up to the sky, my school shirt clinging to me.
I could have stood there hours before a noise came from behind. I gripped my wand, silently hoping that it would be something or someone undesired so that I would have the ability to release the darkness crawling up my veins.
I moved quickly, too quickly really and was only a little disappointed to see standing in the archway leading towards the dungeons was Draco Malfoy, a smirk pulled at the corners of my lips as I noticed. I didn’t have a second thought before closing the distance between us and pushing the smaller boy up against the stone arch.
“Potter, you’re soaking” he squeaked but despite his words his hands snaked up my back running over the skin, before returning down to where the shirt met my trousers and pulling on the fabric until the skin of my back was exposed. The wind was beginning to howl around the school as his nails dug into the skin of my lower back, I looked down and without even making a conscious decision.
“God you’re so pretty Draco” I muttered brushing a stray hair out of his face and capturing his lips. This kiss was nothing like the one we had shared on the train on the way up here. This one was consuming, it was like dousing a fire with petrol, instead of quenching the flames they burst forward. Claiming, his lips moved against mine; they were cool and soft and moulded perfectly to mine. I gripped his chin between my thumb and index finger again, tilting his head up and running my tongue along the seam of his lips. They opened for me and I deepened the kiss, my hand trailing from his chin to grip his throat, not enough to cut off his airway but enough to squeeze the sides gently. Draco's hands were in my hair, tugging on the wet strands, holding me to him, I nestled myself closer to him, pressing him further into the jagged edges behind him. One hand skimming down to his waist and wrenching him forward, pressing him into the growing erection between my legs and hooking into the loop of his belt.
He tastes of spearmint and storms, even now.
I pulled away, gasping and panting for breath, the smaller boy gripping my shirt still as I looked at him, possibly for the first real time.
The baby blue of his eyes was nearly completely encased in his blown out pupils, a pale pink stained his cheeks, pale skin matching the pallor of his hair, he was smaller than me but not by much but he was definitely thinner than me, like he hadn’t eaten a good meal in months. Something within me twinged at the thought, he’s not the only one who knows what it’s like to go hungry. He was panting and his lips glistened with not only his saliva but mine. I pressed my forehead to his, his hands holding my hips as we breathed each others air. Neither of us making a move, neither of us moving.
“You’re so pretty” I muttered again, his eyes met mine as a slight smile crinkled at his eyes.
“You’re an arse” He spat back and I sighed, shaking my head. But his grip never loosened as tilted his head and caught my lips again. Just a brush of the lips but it had my head spinning again and for not the first time I thought “why do I even try to resist it, why did I try for so long?” I hadn't realised I had spoken out loud until Draco's lips stilled against my own.
“Because we decided we would rather be enemies” his voice was quiet and I don't think I had ever heard him so soft, I shook my head and held his between my palms, forcing him to look at me.
“I think it's more to do with how you treated us, me and my friends, I think it's more to do with the stupid self righteous shit I had going on. I think it's got more to do with the fact that we didn't want to admit things to ourselves much less to each other.” His hands were limp against my chest as I tried to ignore the still churning entity within me. We stood like that for a while before very quietly he spoke
“I can help with what you’re feeling Potter” I looked back at the boy, scoffed and said
“I’m sure there's a lot of feelings you could help with sweetheart but I’m not sure I know which one you’re talking about” Gone was the vulnerability of just a few moments ago. I can't afford to put anyone else in the sort of danger that I had with my friends anyway.
His hand moved forward, palming my still erect cock through my trousers. A groan came from somewhere within me as I arched into his touch.
“Sure you do Potter.” His voice was low and gravelly, a component I never thought would be present in his thrill voice. His fingers moved towards the button on my trousers and hung there, toying with the fabric. I could see the darkness swirling in front of me, in stark contrast with the pale moonlight boy, and I was powerless to resist the call in front of me as he pulled on the button and popped it clean open. In one movement he had managed to rip the trousers parkway down to my knees and was on his knees in front of me. The image alone was now seared into my brain and nothing else would ever compare to this. I hadn't bothered to wear underwear, so standing to attention, proud as punch in Malfoy's face was my cock.