TW
The rain pelted on Harry's dorm window. He had been laying on his bed, thinking of the blustering storm outside. Then, suddenly, came a knock upon his door.
"Who's there?" he asked.
"Ron." a voice said from behind the door.
Harry got up but did not take the time to put on his cloak for he was shirtless. After all, it was just Ron. But as he opened the door, a figure with a blondish head came swiftly through and slammed the door. When the figure stood still, Harry realised it was-
"Malfoy!" he shouted.
"It was the only way I could get you to let me in," Draco Malfoy said, "Saying I was Ron, I mean."
"Why did you?" Harry demanded, curling his hands into fists. Draco looked at Harry for a moment with his pale eyes.
For the first time, Draco's usual hateful glance when he saw Harry was gone. There was another look in his eyes that he couldn't quite understand yet Harry did not care at that moment.
"I'll tell you," Draco Insisted. Harry unraveled his fists but continued glaring at Draco.
"You see.." Draco began,
"I hate you..and I heard you're gay and you have a crush on me, but I'd like to say that I'm straight and dating Y/N".
Harry paused,
"How did you know."
They stood there in silence for a while before Harry shoved Draco, pinning him to the wall. His hand slipped into Draco's shirt and soon began moving, lightly brushing against his soft skin. His hand gently moving upwards, downwards, side-to-side, tracing soft patterns.
Draco's eyes were locked onto Harrys's, a look of fear could be seen in his the longer he stared into them. For a moment, Draco froze. Harry leaned in, his lips a few inches away from Draco's, before he leaned in further and closed the gap between their lips.
Harry could feel the moist and softness, tingling sensation of their lips pressing against each other in a passionate kiss, well, on Harry's end. Not soon after his hand reached and found its way on the back of Draco's head and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss as he did. Draco did nothing, just stood there.
Suddenly, Harry pulled back.
Harry grinned and slipped his hand into Draco's pants.
"Harry..." Draco muttered, Harry didn't listen and continued to touch Draco.
Harry stood still as a statue for a few seconds before he laid his hand on Draco's chest and began removing his cloak. His other hand reaching up to gently brush away Draco's astray strand of silver blonde hair away from his face and tucking it behind his ear, before muttering something barely above a whisper.
Then,
placing a hand onto Draco's back, he pulled them closer together again, to the point their bodies were pressed up against each other where they could feel the warmth of each other's body radiate off of one another. Their lips soon finding their way back into contact with each other again.
Harry lowered his hand on Draco's back, tracing soft patterns in return while Draco took the sides of Harry's head and deepened the kiss. Draco had enough, he pushed Harry saying, "Back off Pottah!I don't need you're gross germs on me. Plus I have a girlfriend!"
But, Harry didn't give up, instead of a slow, passionate kissing, it became a struggle for dominance in the kiss. They began wrestling around, smacking their lips repeatedly against each other.
Before they knew it, they were down and rolling on the floor while Harry wrapped his legs around Draco. Ron walks in, "BLOODY HELL"