A.N this is my first fic, so I hope it's okay! Please Review! One Shot
Draco sat motionless on the edge of his bed, the white covers lay in a heap beside him, the light pillows thrown to the floor in the heat of the moment. A moment that would stay with him forever. He took another deep breath and grabbed is short white sweaty hair in his firm hand. He stood and finished pulling up his jeans that lay dead around his ankles. His breath was short and quick as he continued to find air in his lungs. His heart was pounding, he just wanted to close his eyes and fall asleep, but how could he? He pulled the belt around his waist and slowly fastened it. How could he dream when his dream had just been come true only minutes ago. He had been entwined in his lovers arms, the only man he had ever loved, the only man he had ever felt like this about. A smile grew on his face as he pictured his lover. Harry. The very name brought a gush of emotion to sore up him as his body tingled with excitement. He felt the palpitations get harder as he lay back and let his brain rewind to what had just happened on this very bed. This was the first time they'd ever been close, close enough to feel every fight for breath. Draco loved him. It was the first time he had ever felt like this. Some may have sad he was to young to know what love was, but he did, he knew this was love. But the thing was, nobody did know. To others he was just a normal straight guy with not a gay bone in his body. He even had a girlfriend. Suddenly his vision began to blur as he felt tears rise in his eyes; one blink and a soft tear trickled down his pale face. It did upset him, he hated how he couldn't have Harry all to himself, and he hated how nobody knew about them. He longed for it to be out there, for people to know. They had been together for a year and this was the first time they had got fully 'intimate'. But as soon as it was done, his clothes were on and he was running back to Ginny. Another uncontrollable sob escaped from his mouth as a tear made its way down his face as he pushed himself upwards. He moved his arms towards his grey shirt that lay a meter or so away from him. He grabbed the soft material and pulled it over his head. Harry hadn't even said goodbye. It was his idea to do it in the first place. Well, admittedly he had wanted to have sex with him since they had got together, and he wasn't too shy in telling him so; but today was different. Harry had text him to say he was coming round, and as soon as he had opened the door to his little flat, Harry's lips were on his, and suddenly they were on the bed, wrapped in each others arms. No words were said, a few soft 'I love you''s were exchanged, but no conversation, just in and out to put it literally. And then he was gone. It's easy to say it but hard to do, well, Harry seemed to do it easily. Draco didn't know how he did it. How he could just leave him, sitting there after they had just shared that. But he always got away with it, that smiling face could get away with murder. And when it came to love, you'd forgive anything. Draco wiped away the last tear and slowly brought his breathing back to normal. The tall man placed his hands on his knees and pushed himself off the low bed, making his way to the bathroom.