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𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 - 𝐀 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

*Draco sat alone in the garden, thinking to himself as He laid against a tree. He had harry on his mind, how could he be so.. annoying? but so.. so hot.. When suddenly, a voice pops up from behind him.* 

“Draco? What are you doing here?” 

*It was harry? Draco’s eyes widened as a tint of pink covered his face, he quickly stood up, gathering his things as he struggled to look harry in the eye.* 

“Nothing. I was just leaving.” *Draco huffed, looking at harry as harry suddenly pulls him closer, caressing his cheek with his thumb.*

“Draco, you’re so cute when your flustered.”

*He grinned, before kissing draco. Draco gasped, although going with the kiss later.*

Harry pulled away, a grin slowly forming onto his face as he looked into his eyes. On the other hand, Draco was a flustered mess, he had never been kissed by a man before, yet it felt so good...

What was this? Was he gay? No way. He would never. He had always been taught that men should love women, and women should love men. This was different, a man loving a man? A man... kissing a man? And it... feeling so good.

Draco looked at the ground, although Harry's dominant hand grabbed ahold of his chin, slowly pulling it up to face him. Harry grinned, looking at the tree then back at Draco.

"Malfoy... Never thought you could be so submissive when you're flustered?|"  *Harry giggled. He tilted his head slightly, giving him a teasing-yet-seductive stare as he rolled his eyes, letting go and stepping back and he crossed his arms.*

"...Potter, sh-shut up!" *Draco stuttered, glaring at him as he blushed heavily. He couldn't help but back up a little, some sort of gay panic overcoming him as he fiddled with his hands. His cloak uniform shuttered around in the wind, his hair turning to a mess along with his attitude.*

"Meet me at my dorm tonight. Okay?" *Harry shrugged, before walking off into the school thing idk what its called*

*It  was around 7 at night, Draco almost didn't go to his dorm.. but something inside told him too. Was it his heart? Or was it the sexual tension from earlier that day that he so desperately wanted to experience again. He didn't know, he just wanted to be loved, and to be loved, he needed Harry.. He needed that man that just yesterday he hated deeply. But why? He doesn't know. Maybe one day, sooner or later, he would find out.*

*He sighed, clutching his hands as they balled into fists. He slowly walked up to Harry's dorm, in which he found the number to it from Hermoine. Draco slowly raised his hand to the door, making 3 slow knocks.*

*Knock.... Knock.... door open:3*

*Harry wiped his eyes slowly, staring at Draco. He smirked, pulling Draco into his dorm by the waist. Draco's eyes widened, his cheeks flushing a dark red as his ears burned with a lighter tone of pink.*

"Potter', what are you doing?!" 

*Harry huffed, staring into his eyes as he pulled him close, running his hands through Draco's hair as he glanced over at the floor, then back up at him as it was practically pitch black out, the only source of light to illuminate the room was a small bedside lamp.*

"Taking you to bed." *He stared at him seductively, before pulling him to bed and holding him close. Draco's eyes widened, letting out a little scream as he pulled him in. He had never experienced someone this in love before, this... gay.* 

"Relax Malfoy, I just wanna hold you close, for tonight, just tonight, just like... this." *He said, nuzzling his face into his shoulder as he closed his eyes slowly. On the other hand, Draco couldn't sleep, he wondered how long this night would take, and if this panic would reside... And he would finally fall asleep.*

 I woke up, a grasp held around my waist. The sun shining it's way through the window of my dorm, my hand going limp against the bed side. It wasn't only till I was lucid that I realized I was being held. It was confusing at first, my eyes widened slightly, till I turned my head. It was.. Draco, what was he doing? I hadn't remembered much from the night before, to me, it was all a blur. I sighed, raising a hand. I tilted my head, my hand moving to graze his hair. It was beautiful, the golden pierce that shined his good looks. I admired him, and in that time, all my hatred faded away like we've always been like this. Though he was a mess, I didn't mind. After all, he looked better like this rather than in that green uniform of his. I chuckled, though sooner or later he woke up too. 

With a slight groan, his eyes opened slightly. I moved my hand back quickly, my face flushing with my eyes rather wide. I sat up, glancing back at him. I scratched the back of my neck, watching him wake up with a soft expression. I knew how he perceived me, and how I perceived him. We loved eachother, or atleast thats what I thought. Perhaps it was too early to confirm love? It wasn't hate, no. He wouldn't of looked at  me that way, that evening. That wasn't hate in his eyes, more or less, adoration. 

Eventually, he woke up, though he didn't seem rather pleased. Back to his old self, I assume. He looked at me, looked at me like I was crazy. He flung himself out of my bed, daring to even look at me. I stood up, walking over to him as my hand instinctly clutched his shoulder harshly. That same shoulder, being the one I nuzzled my face in last night.

"Draco-"

I muttered, my voice soft due to having just woken up. He pushed my hand aggressively, as I just froze, watching him walk away towards the front door. I tried to speak, but my mouth failed me like hell. At that time, I wanted to plead for his forgiveness, for his love, but I knew he wouldn't hear me. Thinking of our previous meetings, he never heard me. He knew what he wanted, but not what I wanted. Was I just his gay awakening? Just a getaway car? I couldn't let him do this to me, not like this. I wouldn't let this happen, he's mine, no matter what he tries to say, do, or think. Draco turned around, looking at me with a gaze that spoke of pure hatred, like a devil's glare. 

 *"Forget it, Potter."*

 He said, before making his exit. 

 I didn't reply, as mentioned, I couldn't. My hand just moved to my mouth, as a singular tear fell from my eye.