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Summary: Harry thinks about some things. Slash/Yaoi - Draco/Harry.

'Kisses of fire,

Burning, burning,

I'm at the point of no returning.

Kisses of fire,

Sweet devotion,

All in a landslide of emotion.'
Excerpt from 'Kisses of Fire', by ABBA.

Kisses of Fire

I watch him from across the room. His silvery-blonde hair reaching his shoulders, his cold steel grey eyes and the way he sneered in contempt at the Slytherin's around him. He'd been growing his hair the last few months, after I'd told him he'd look nice with long hair. And I was right. Even if the long hair did make him look more effiminate.

He looked over at me and my friends, sneering at us. I could almost hear the insults going through his mind as he glared at Hermione and Ron. I glared back. Oh, he would apologise after dinner for all the insults and tricks that happened during the week.

Draco got up and headed out of the Great Hall. I quickly finished my dinner and headed after him, telling Ron and Hermione I needed to do something. I followed the usual path to the secret room Draco and I meet in every day or so.

The minute I walked into the room I was pressed against the wall, lips against mine and hands running over my body under the robe and T-shirt I wore. All I could do was open my mouth, letting him slip his tongue into it, and moan into his. Our tongue's dueled for several fiery minutes before Draco pulled away, panting heavily, as I was.

"Harry," he said, "the bed." I kiss him gently before moving to the conjured bed, pulling off my robe and clothes as I did so. My blonde lover followed in my wake.

Afterwards, as I lay in my lover's embrace, listening to his breathing and breathing in the scent of sex, arousal and the indescribable smell of him, I wonder silently. How can anybody so cruel and cold kiss like that? Be that fiery in bed?

"Harry, my Harry," Draco whispered, breaking the silence, "do you know how much I love you?"

"Yes, I do," I reply, smirking. He glared at me. "And I love you just as much." Draco sighed, shaking his head, smiling. He kisses me lingeringly, and I feel the familiar heat that goes through my body whenever he kisses and touches me.

I snuggle closer to my love. Those kisses, those touches. They burn. Kisses of fire, I think. I drift off to sleep, a gentle smile gracing my lips, which still tingled from Draco's 'kisses of fire'.

~OWARI~

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