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Give me the moment

Draco sat in the astronomy tower window, knees curled up to his chest, looking out over the lake. He was so immersed in his thoughts about a certain black haired green-eyed Gryffindor that he didn't notice the trap door open, and he was totally oblivious to someone tiptoeing up behind him silently. He regained focus when a pair of hands covered his eyes, and he frowned in confusion. It wasn't Pansy as she would stink of some sickly sweet perfume her mother had sent from Paris. The mystery man smelt familiar, it was a very masculine smell, and Draco's heart skipped a beat as his mind reeled with possibilities. He sighed and leant back on the stranger when the most probable name sprung to mind.

"Blaise, I'm really not in the- ah!" He gasped when mystery guy started planting wet butterfly kisses up his neck. The hands let go of his eyes, but Draco kept them shut until the kisses stopped, then he opened them and span round so he was face to face with the not-so-mystery guy.

"Potter?!" he exclaimed.

"Will you make noises like that every time I kiss you?" Harry asked as he stared into the swirling molten silver orbs of Draco's eyes, which widened in surprise as Harry started leaning closer again.

"What? What the hell do you me- ohhh merlin" he moaned as Harry continued his ministrations of Draco's neck, until Draco pushed him off roughly by the shoulders and held him at arms distance.

"How do you even know I'm gay? And what-" he paused because his breath hitched as Harry leant forward again, "What makes you think I even like y-" Draco was unable to finish as a warm pair of lips descended on his. Draco's eyes fluttered shut and his hands made their way round Harry's neck. When the kiss finished Draco was able to end his question in nothing more than a hoarse whisper, "You?"

"I guessed." Harry whispered as he leant his forehead on Draco's.

"How long Potter-"

"Harry."

"Harry. How long Harry, have you liked me?"

"Since Madam Malkins."

"Merlin same! Why did we never-"

"Get together?"

"Yeah." Harry snorted lightly.

"Do you want to rethink that question?" Harry joked as he ran his fingers through Draco's hair.

"Why today? Why now? Oh shit! You've got to go, haven't you? It's Voldermort, isn't it? The final battle. Merlin, you're not going to die are you?" Draco asked worriedly, Harry lowered his eyes in reply. "Oh god. Please don't die." Draco whispered. Harry looked back up into Draco's nervous eyes.

"Just give me the moment." Harry said hoarsely.

"You can have forever." Draco said as he closed the gap between the two of them. Their lips collided, arms found necks, hands found soft silky hair, tongues fought passionate battles and lips moved together as though they were never apart.

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