The Boy Who Lived

This is Dangerous...

'This is dangerous.' Harry tried to calm his magic with every galleon's worth of control he possessed.

'It's a risk I'm willing to take,' and Draco pushed his groin into Harry's hand.

'Oh Merlin!' Harry whispered huskily. He felt strands of magic leaking in all directions and he watched a length of ancient faded wallpaper slowly peel down the wall opposite him, curling up on itself.

Harry felt like he was falling.

Draco's trimmed fingernails pressed into his flesh. He was dangerously close to an edge and he didn't know how his magic was going to manifest itself. He wasn't breathing.

'I need to go running, Draco. We'll talk when I get back.'

'No.' Draco was burying his nose into Harry's hair.

Harry wriggled around so that he faced Draco. They were nose to nose. He could feel Draco's breath softly brushing across his face. He looked into stormy-grey eyes, there were flecks of sky blue and dark anthracite flashes, almost black with lust, amongst the fine ring of tarnished mercury.

'If I don't go running now, I don't know what my magic is going to do. I could hurt you, Dray. And I don't want to do that, Merlin knows, I don't want that.'

'Perhaps I'm the release your magic needs,' Draco cupped Harry's face, his thumb softly brushing Harry's cheekbone. 'I know you want it as much as I do. Sometimes I look at you and all I can see raw desire in those beautiful emerald eyes of yours and we both know that all the magical spillage accidents are as much to do with sexual tension as anything else. Grimmauld Place was practically falling apart every time we come near each other.'

Draco was watching Harry intently, assessing the danger.

'I don't want to hurt you,' Harry repeated weakly. It was taking every ounce of his willpower not to lean forward towards the blond man-not to lose control of his magic.

'It didn't hurt me, just now, it just felt...' he struggled briefly to find the words, 'extraordinary.' He shuddered. 'Exquisite.'

There was an inner battle raging within Harry: as much as he wanted to stay, to do as Draco was hinting; he felt a massive urge to flee so he could dispel his magic.

'Draco...'

He put a finger to Harry's lips. 'It might be the answer.'

Harry saw Draco's eyes flicker towards his mouth, his tongue unconsciously wetting those pink, smooth lips of his. Harry's stomach contracted. A dangerous rush of tingling shot up from his groin.

It was futile trying to resist. But hadn't that always been the way with Draco? He pulled Draco's fingers away from his mouth and closed the gap, pressing his lips to Draco's. Draco's eyelids fluttered shut and he melted against Harry's body as he reciprocated the kiss, the tentative touch becoming firmer. Harry felt on fire as Draco pushed against him, he was sure he could hear his blood buzzing as he wrapped Draco in his arms and held him firmly. And then control left both of them as Draco moaned and Harry nipped on his lower lip, tugging, asking to deepen the kiss. Draco acquiesced.

'Your magic...' he gasped.

Harry pulled away quickly, 'are you okay? Did I hurt you?'

'No,' Draco smirked. 'It feels amazing, wonderful. It envelops me and I've never felt ... it's hard to explain ... I feel safe, but, sweet Salazar, its hot. I want more.'

So, Harry kissed him again, fervently, until they pulled away from each other, laughing.

'Is it dissipating at all?' Draco asked.