Disclaimer: Don't own them … obviously.
Author's note: This is my first attempt at a Harry Potter fic. It's slash. I'm not exactly saying who the second person is, but you should be able to guess who it is. Title comes from the song 'Right kind of wrong' by Leann Ryhmes. It just fit somehow.Right kind of wrong
Harry grabbed his invisibility cloak from the foot of the bed and quietly kicked away the blankets. He was dressed in a blue jeans and a green sweater that matched his eyes. He got up and paused for a moment, focusing his hearing. Quiet and not so quiet snores filled his hearing. It was pretty clear all boys were asleep. He took his wand from his nightstand and stuck it behind his belt. Next, he wrapped the cloak around his slender form and made his way to the stair case.
In the common room, the fire was burning invitingly, casting an orange glow through the entire room. He stood still, staring in the beautiful flames for several seconds. The flames danced in front of his eyes. They seemed to portray a rhythm and Harry could almost hear their song.
Tearing his eyes away from the fire, he headed to the portrait and walked out quietly. Even the people in the paintings were asleep. It was late or rather early but Harry didn't care about the hour.
He walked through the familiar hallways, enjoying the silence. Normally, the halls were filled with chatting, with laughter, with yelling. Now there was only silence and the soft sound of his feet on the stones. He always enjoyed walking in these hallways. It made him feel like he belonged.
Too soon he reached the heavy wooden doors. He looked around to make sure there was no one around and then made his way outside, shutting the door as softly as possibly.
The cold outside air hit him at once. The cloak didn't provide much protection but it didn't matter. Thinking about the one he was going to meet, made his soul warm and caused his heart to beat quicker in anticipation.
He looked up at the sky. As most light in and around the castle had been dimmed, the stars were clearly visible. There were so many. Some shone brightly, others could be seen barely but they were there. Just like his parents. Whenever he looked at the stars, he thought about his parents, knowing that somewhere they were looking out for him, were protecting him. It made him feel safe, it comforted him.
He continued his trip, breathing in the fresh air and smiling as the wind played with the edges of his coat. It flew around and against his feet.
Soon he reached the edge of the Forbidden forest. This wasn't his most favourite place to come but it had become their meeting place. It wasn't one of the safest places because many creatures used the forest as their hide-out but they had never been attacked by anything or anyone before so they still considered it safe.
He walked deeper in the forest, darkness engulfing him quickly as the trees blocked all light coming from Hogwarts, the moon and the stars. Denying that he was scared during the few minutes he walked in complete darkness, would be a lie. His heartbeat spiked whenever he heard a sound, even if it was just the wind and his breathing became ragged. But the fear of being attacked by Voldemort, like he had been in his first year, was worth it when he saw the one he loved. With him he was safe, with him he felt protected.
He stopped and looked back. The only thing he could vaguely make out were trees. He saw no light whatsoever. That meant he was deep enough in the forest.
He grabbed his wand. "Lumos!" The tip of his wand lighted up, giving him enough light to see what was around him. His breathing evened out again as the relief of being able to see swept through him.
He reached their usual meeting spot, which was a large open space, pretty quickly. The other wasn't there yet so he pulled his cloak off and seated himself against a large tree and got lost in thought, forgetting about the cold that seeped through his clothes.
He hadn't meant to fall in love but it had kind of grown in the four years that he had been at Hogwarts. He didn't really realize it at first. It just sort of hit him at once while watching him one day during breakfast. He had realized how beautiful he was, how his eyes had this sparkle whenever he smiled and how his smile made his heart skip a beat. It had been confusing at first.
It had come as a complete shock when he found out his secret love returned his feelings but he didn't mind. He was happy, very happy.
Neither Ron nor Hermione nor his friends knew about their relationship. Everyone would probably freak and with everything that was going on, they could miss that. Both needed their friends just as much as they needed each other which is why keeping it a secret was for the best.
It wasn't easy though because they couldn't let any of their love shine through during the day. They had to act like they always did and both were getting sick of that but they had no other choice. They weren't willing to end things but they weren't willing to tell everyone either. It was too dangerous for the both of them.
For now, they were happy with the way things were. They enjoyed each other's presence, enjoyed getting to know each other and loved making out and discovering each other's bodies. Harry had doubted whether their relationship was really love or the simple need to be with someone, to be able to hold someone and be held when things got rough. They had discussed it and came to the conclusion it was a little of both. When they were together, the rest of the world didn't matter, only they did.
His focus came back to the present as something caught his attention. He could feel the other's presence before he made himself seen. Harry waited but nothing happened. A small smile spread across his face. He was sure the other was there but like usual, he waited to make himself known. The other always did this, waiting, watching.
"I know you're there." Harry spoke up eventually, his voice sounding loud in the quiet forest.
The other reversed his invisibility spell and smirked at him.
"You keep amazing me." He said, smiling affectionately down at him. Harry grinned and patted the space next to him. His companion sat down next to him and immediately reached out to take his hand, entwining their fingers.
Harry smiled and leaned forward, lightly brushing his lips against the other boy's.
"I missed you." Harry murmured as he leaned his head on the other's shoulder.
"I missed you too." Came the answer from above him as a kiss was placed on his temple.
Harry sighed happily. This was how it was meant to be. They were meant to be. Harry removed his hand from the other's so his companion could place an arm around his shoulder. They sat like that in silence for a while, both thinking and just enjoying their closeness. Neither felt the cold as they had the other to keep each other warm. The only light came from Harry's wand.
Harry was once again pulled back from his thoughts as the other absently rubbed his arm up and down. Harry looked up in the smiling face of his love. Green eyes met grey ones.
The other boy cupped his cheek with his free hand and leaned forward to catch his mouth in a passionate, hot kiss that went on and on, arousing both. The kiss told everything that words could too and so much more. It spoke of lust, desire, trust, promises and most importantly, love. Their bond was the most important thing at the moment and it grew with each passing second that they were together.
To be continued