Disclaimer: Not mine. All JK's. I'm just having fun.

 

Resistance

Rain flows over their skin, clear rivulets turned white by the moon-soaked sheen on their skin. Hands clutch desperately; nails dig in to pierce alabaster with crimson-tinged crescents; mouths slide wetly against each other in a frantic battle for dominance that neither can win. Thunder rumbles overhead.

They break apart, their breath turned into crystal clouds by the cold. "You - can't- win," Harry gasps, shivering, as he clings to Draco for warmth that will never come. "You can't."

Draco laughs dully, tinted with an edge of bitterness that no amount of love or devotion will soften. "Foolish. You can't still think that, can you? I've already won because you can't stay away. Not in thunder, not in rain, not in cold. You can't keep away from me."

Harry glares, forest eyes lit with a light bordering on despair. "I don't believe you. I don't believe you can act like this. You love me, deep down. You know that."

"Oh, really?" Draco asks with a raised eyebrow. "Prove it, then."

"No," Harry retorts, pulling away from him. "You prove it! Kiss me, kiss me now, and kiss me with absolutely no emotion. Kiss me that coldly, and I'll believe you don't care for me. I'll believe that you've won."

Seconds pass by, with no sounds except for the patter of rain against their frozen skin and the warning rumble of thunder overhead. Perhaps lightning flickers overhead. They stare at each other silently, before Draco shrugs.

"All right, then," he says, catching Harry by the shoulders and pulling him to him. Harry, too startled even to jerk, can only sit there as Draco kisses him with bruising carefulness.

Then Harry jerks and yanks himself back; Draco lets him go with a smirk. Harry reaches up and touches his lips tentatively. His fingers come back smeared scarlet, which is quickly washed away by the rain. He glares at Draco, who merely licks the redness off his lips with a satisfied expression.

"I win," Draco whispers.

Harry breaks.

- End -