Felt an urge to write this ^ ^ My first Drarry story, woo! I don't know whether to leave it as a one shot or extend it? So tell me what you think... Enjoy!
I don't own any of the characters ( apart from Beau and Cevus, OC's), they belong to J K Rowling and Warner Brothers, this is purely a fan story.
~ Open Your Eyes ~
"Open your eyes" The man whispered into his ear, tingling the brunette hairs that caressed his ears.
There he stood, bare feet sinking into the soft melting soil below; soft stems of grass tickling the spaces in-between his curious feet.
His eye lids fluttered softly, before gazing amongst the beautiful array of nature that filled the middle of an enchanted forest.
The soft peachy and amber glow from little fairies danced on the leafy branches above their heads. The comforting sounds of wind and owls blew through the trees to sing their goodnight songs.
The warm crackle of the fire danced on their log homes; warm amber heat kissed the boys cheeks in the open ground of the forest. The soft ripples of water kissed the grassy banks as the clear waters of a pond weaved between long thin trees.
A pale blue blanket was placed around the fire, with two goblets and a jug of pumpkin juice lay next to the log which was placed in front of the fire.
"Draco..." the boy whispered, his emerald eyes glistening under the beautiful sight, this best be...this best not be a trick or-"
"Shh" the blonde boy interrupted, running his slender fingers over the boys visible forehead scar, " come with me" he called, laying his ivory fingers over the boys, but he pulled away slightly at the shock, but eventually held on to Draco's fingertips.
Draco led Harry to the pale blanket, sat down and patted the soft material spot next to him, for Harry to sit down.
Harry swallowed hard and pulled at the neck of his red t shirt, before rearranging his glasses nervously and looking over his shoulders a couple of times.
"What's the matter?" Draco asked, pouring himself and Harry a tall glass of pumpkin juice.
"Just- Urm-"Harry fought with his brain on what he should be saying and what he was really thinking, "Wh-why am I- who- but- I- someone... might find us" what he was really thinking won the battle.
"Don't worry, it's after hours, no one is going to disturb us" Draco answered casually, running his finger over the rim of his silver goblet, "besides, no one in their right mind will come wondering down to the forbidden forest at this time"
"Wont we- wont we get into some sort of trouble for this" Harry asked, jumping at the sound of a barn owl fluttering from one wooden home to another.
Draco laughed at him, "Famous Harry Potter, boy who lived, boy who opens chamber of secrets, boy who sees the Dark Lord himself on numerous occasions and still lives to tell the tale, is worried that a teacher might give us detention for being in the Forbidden Forest?"
Harry looked down at his feet in embarrassment. Normally, Draco would laugh or hex him, but was feeling unusually kind this night.
"Come" Draco said, catching Harry's eyes in a silvery emerald glare," Sit"
This time, Harry did as he was told, and sat down next to an outstretched Draco who was propped up on his elbow, displaying his lean muscular body under his black school trousers and a baggy off the shoulder white top. The t shirt was so baggy that it one side fell his bicep while the other laid firm on his shoulder, and a glistening emerald necklace fell from his exposed pale chest.
Harry was torn between running his fingers over his perfect muscular chest and over the teasing peace of skin that laid across his hip bone, and running back to Hogwarts in case this was all a trick and a gang of Death Eaters were hiding between the trees- besides, it was past midnight and nothing was barely visible past the open treeless space they sat in, gently lit by pixie light.
Draco, his pale silver eyes fixed on Harry's, smirked as he noticed Harrys eyes wondering over his body. He never felt so pleased that Harry seemed to like it.
"Pumpkin Juice?" Draco interrupted Harrys wondering eyes , handing him a silver goblet. Harry accepted, but looked twice at its contents and Draco, which made Draco laugh at how Harry had trained himself to be sceptical and on edge about everything.
"Relax" Draco said, raising his goblet, "To good health"
The blonde took a swig, before dramatically choking and convulsing on the ground.
"Draco!" Harry shouted, running his hands over Draco's shoulders and face, his face scrunched so tightly in distress that his scar started to thump. Harrys eyes began filling with tears, as he tried to hold down Draco by his quivering shoulders, his body furiously moving on the ground.
Harrys heart beated so fast through his veins he became dizzy and felt sick at the sight of a trembling Slytherin beneath his tight grip.
Draco stopped convulsing; his shirt bunched against his chest, and glanced into Harry's frightened eyes, which sent a foreign electric current through his body.
"Gotcha" Draco whispered, his face being warmed by tanned hands over his pale cheeks, "That'll teach you to think my innocent pumpkin juice was laced with dark matter"
Harry stared into Draco's grey eyes in disbelief, before grunting loudly and began to storm off deep into the woods.
"Wait" Draco called, standing up quickly while watching the heavy angry breaths at the back of Harry red shirt, "You...you cared"
"That was a fucking awful thing to do Malfoy, you're such a fucking- wait, what?" Harry asked, slowly calming down his fury pumped blood through his restricted veins.
"Never mind" Draco responded, rubbing his exposed shoulder and kicking his goblet over.
"What do you mean, I cared?" Harry yelled, clenching his fists tightly, "I thought you were poisoned!"
"Yes, my point" Draco said, relaxing his milky face, "You cared for me, well... my health at least-"
"It could of killed you, you twat-"
"Fine, you cared that... I wasn't killed- "
"That's because I've seen Ron like that and-"
"Yes but Ron is your best friend, I'm your enemy-"
"Yeah but like I said I've seen Ron like that and-"
"But I'm not Ron and my father has tried to kill you numerous times so why on earth would you care-"
"Again, I've seen Ron like that and-"
"Again, I'm not Ron! Why should you care-"
"BECAUSE I FUCKING DO!"
A silence came between the two boys, and Harry looked at Draco's stunned facial expressions, completely shocked that he was able to pull such a face.
He could hear his heartbeat in his ears, but his eyes were still able to take in Draco's blonde hair that fell over his stunning blueing eyes, and the gentle rise and fall of his pale chest, and how his necklace glistened in the moon light.
"What?" Draco asked finally, breaking the silence.
"Never mind" Harry said quietly, turning his back on Draco once more and beginning to walk away.
"No, tell me" Draco called, stretching his hand out to touch Harrys shoulder.
"I said NEVERMIND, DRACO" he yelled, yanking Draco's quivering hand from him.
"No, no you tell me right now!" Draco said, completely unaffected by Harrys yelling.
"Leave me alone-"
"No, come on, tell-"
"I said leave it Malfoy-"
"No tell me-"
"YOU'RE A FUCKING IDIOT, DRACO" Harry snapped, turning around sharp on the heel of his foot and pushing Draco by the chest.
"I'VE LOST SO MANY PEOPLE IN MY LIFE, DO YOU REALLY THINK I WANT TO LOOSE ANYMORE? TRUTH IS, YOU SCARED THE FUCK OUT OF ME, YEAH, YOU OF ALL PEOPLE. SO, IF YOU FUCKING-CUSE ME, I'LL BE LEAVING NOW" Harry screamed, before tripping on Draco's knocked over goblet and smashing his head on the blanket.
"Harry!" Draco shouted, kneeling over him so his knees were against Harry's thumping forehead, "Harry, Harry- are you okay!"
Harry squeezed his face so tightly he began seeing sparks in his eyes, and he pressed the palm of his hand fiercely against his forehead. Draco's breath started to race, completely and utterly concerned- a feeling he didn't quite understand- for the Gryffindor.
"Fooled you" Harry said mischievously, glaring up to see Draco's worried face hovering his. "That'll teach you to trick the Famous Harry Potter"
Harry, fully expecting a punch to the nose from the feisty Slytherin, quickly removed the smirk on his lips with a pouting expression as he stared into the Draco's icy eyes, which didn't show any signs of anger but something he couldn't quite understand.
Draco, his eyes imprinted into Harry's mint glare, took a slender finger and brushed the brunette cluster of hairs that fell on his sweaty forehead, to reveal the upside down dark fading lightning bolt that scarred his tanned skin.
Draco lent down, and pressed his pink lips against the scar, savouring the taste of Harrys skin. Harry fluttered his eyes closed, and felt the warm of Draco's face gently heating his, his moonlit hair floating down and tickling Harrys nose. He pulled away, holding Harrys face upside down, and watched Harrys peaceful face enjoying the sweet sensations of the light kiss.
Harry opened his eyes, but didn't move- although he felt he had to- but he didn't want do. He laid there, underneath a pale expanse of blood, emotions and muscle that seemed to care for Harry- a feeling he didn't really understand, especially from being raised by the Dursley's.
Harry took a breath in, realising that his anger and aggression towards Draco was only to cover up the fact that he loved him. All those years, bickering and winding each other up about things they both knew would get on each other's backs, was only because it was an excuse to talk to each other without it looking odd or weird to their classmates because they already knew everything about each other.
Draco lent down again, and brushed his pink lips over Harrys top lip, slowly kissing and feeling the texture of his warm mouth. He pulled back, coming out of his euphoric trance and was about to stand up before Harrys hand grabbed the side of Draco's face and pulled him down to his lips once more.
Draco couldn't believe this was happening, so he opened his eyes, but slowly they closed in pleasure as he felt Harry latching onto his plump lips and kissing him deeply in their upside down position.
Harry released his tongue from his cherry lips, and brushed the tip against Draco's top lip, causing Draco's breath to hitch deep in his throat. Draco opened his pale pink lips, allowing Harrys tongue to explore the depths of Draco's sweet pumpkin fragranced mouth.
Draco explored Harrys mouth, his tongue dancing in the sweet flavours of Harry and apples. Draco's lips kissed Harrys hard, feeling his cherry lips swelling and tasting the deep metallic hints of blood. The Slytherin darted his curious tongue over Harrys bottom lip, before taking a bite, causing Harry to let out a throaty moan.
They laid there, kissing and caressing the soft skin of their faces, savouring and exploring the different tastes and textures of each other's mouths.
Draco pulled away eventually, his eyes a wonderful shade of blue which made Harrys body fill with a sensation that caused his reddened swollen mouth to turn into a smile.
"How long have you known" Harry asked, twiddling the hairs from the back of Draco's head.
"Since the first time I saw you" He replied, placing a lingering kiss on the tip of Harrys nose.
"Then why didn't you say anything" Harry asked, caressing the skin beneath Draco's ear.
"And ruin my reputation? Not a chance" Draco replied, the sarcastic tones he was after hidden by his calm voice.
Harry, unaware that it was meant to be sarcastic, shot up and began to rearrange his hair and glasses to leave.
"Hey! I was joking-"
"So you were ashamed? Thanks Malfoy,that means a lot" Harry said, pulling down his bunched t shirt.
"No, no, it's not like that, honestly-"
"I should have known! So you think dragging me in the middle of nowhere so you can use me for your selfish ways wasn't so no one else can ever see us? Do you think I was born yesterday?"
"Harry, I swear, I wasn't thinking that-"
"Too worried about what daddy would say? Or Crabbe and Goyle? You make me sick"
"If you let me explain-"
"You're a dirty snake, Draco-"
"I couldn't tell you because-"
"Because what? You wouldn't get your inheritance if mummy saw you with a bloke? What a fuc-"
"I was scared"
Harry turned to look at Draco, his eyes glazing over with a water substance that he thought he would never see on a Slytherin- especially Draco.
"Scared?" Harry asked, pulling at his t shirt.
"Yes, which is why I couldn't tell you- half because I'm a Malfoy- yes, I know, you're going to laugh- but you don't understand how hard it is for me to live up to the family name. My father has survived a war, so did my grandfather, and all the Malfoy men have been through periods in their life which threatened our family name, so the fact that I was scared to tell a Gryffindor how I was feeling- I'll be the laughing stock for centuries" Draco said, his over dramatic conclusion made his heart thump deep in his chest.
"Oh, Draco I- I didn't know" Harry said calmly, moving closer towards the emotional Slytherin.
"Not just that- you're a- you're a man, Harry" Draco continued, the first tear falling from his eyelashes down to his chin, "I'll be disowned if anyone found out, or worse, killed" He said, a second tear joining the first down his neck.
"You can't mean that, you're just being over dramatic-", holding the tips of Draco's fingers in his hands.
"No, it's happened before" Draco responded, squeezing Harry's hand, "My cousin, Cevus Derby Malfoy, when he was 21 he fell in love with an Italian servant at Beuxbatons, he kept it hush hush for about two years, constantly meeting at a little pub just outside Hogsmeade, The Witches Grove, which only I knew about, because I caught them kissing outside there once"
Draco shivered at the memories, "I was only seven, so I didn't really understand why he was hiding, but the look on his face when he saw me explained it all. Despite my age, he told me the truth, and asked me to make a vow that I never tell anyone, so I didn't. But, one winter, the servant, Beau, came to the house to hand over an early Christmas present, and they walked around the grounds for a bit before Beau kissed him- regrettably right in the view of my Father"
Harry sat back down and caressed Draco's tear stained neck. "Exactly a week later, the day before Christmas Eve, it was very windy and snowing so heavily not even the strongest broomstick could withstand the weather, the entire male Malfoy family came down to visit- visit, they said- which is something they would never to, unless it was for a business conference, but they would never come in such weather- they would cancel for the slightest bit of rain in fear it would ruin their suits"
Draco inhaled a deep breath through his shaking body, his eyes red and swollen from painful images. "They arrived at the Manor, where Cevus was staying for the holidays, and told him they had a very large present that they wanted to him to help deliver for me- my very own Dragon, they hinted- so he agreed. That was the last time I saw him."
Harry pulled Draco into his chest, and cradled his shaking body, running his fingers up and down the Slytherins spine.
"A week later, the Daily Prophet said they found a body in the snow- the body belonged to my beloved cousin. I will never forget his face when I saw his body. He didn't deserved it- he was killed for finding someone he loved- no matter his colour, no matter his gender, no matter his place in the social ladder- he didn't care- what mattered was he loved him"
Harry took Draco's face from his chest and held it, looking deep into his sore puffy eyes, and kissed his cold forehead.
"I would never let that happen to you, Draco. I would die for you" Harry kissed the shaken boys lips for reassurance, "I understand, Draco. We could run away, find a new place to live after we finish Hogwarts, It can just be you and me, and nobody else"
Draco smiled, "Harry Potter, boy who lived, prepared to die for a handsome socialite boy" he sniffed, "You're such a drama queen, with your runaway fantasies, I bet everything is just wonderful in Potty land, eh?"
" I wish" Harry replied, running his finger underneath Draco's eye to wipe away the tears, " I can't even walk down the street without people staring at me or something dramatic happening- quite annoying, actually" Harry chuckled, which lightened Draco's rain cloud. "But I mean it, though- I would gladly- love to- runaway with you. We can have our own little cottage somewhere or something, with a puppy or a miniature dragon or whatever you like, and go out on long walks in our back garden and swim in our own private lake at the stroke of midnight, and-"
Harrys last words were cut off as Draco's lips came crashing down onto his. Draco kissed his bottom lip, sucking and pulling at the swollen flesh.
"Sorry, I couldn't take it any longer- You're being uncharacteristically cute- to me, at least" Draco said, smiling as he looked at the state he made Harrys gorgeous lips look.
"You think I'm cute?" Harry asked, rubbing his neck shyly.
Draco sighed, " Well, I hate to be the one to boost your ego, but yes, you are, very, cute" he continued, stroking Harrys hair, " and witty, smart, extraordinarily brave, gentle, kind, friendly" Harry chuckled, causing his cheeks to go bright red, in which Draco noticed and he stopped himself.
"Well urm, you get the point, you Squib" Draco retorted, in order to restore his show-no-emotions composure.
"No, don't, I love the compliments" Harry returned, copying Draco's pose at the start of the night and propping himself up on his elbow and displaying his Quidditch trained body.
"They were hardly compliments, Potter, more like truths" Draco said, cursing himself in his head for being so honest, as Harrys face went that little bit redder.
"You want compliments?" He asked, admiring Harrys cute face staring up at him through crooked glasses. Harry nodded, and laid on his back and put his arms behind his head.
"Fine... You always have a way to make me smile even when your annoying the shit out of me, when you look at me with your green eyes you make my stomach tie in knots, the sound of your voice laughing with your friends in the Great Hall makes me want to hold you, you have the most beautiful pair of lips I've ever seen on a man, as well as amazing hands, you always smell like sweet red apples, I love the way you rub your ears when you're unsure, the way you seem to brighten a bad situation makes me want to be more like you, and the scar on your forehead makes you look even more perfect than I could ever imagine, and- well, I think that is enough for one night..." Draco finished, feeling the colour rising in his own cheeks at his honesty.
"Wow" Harry whispered, holding Draco's hand, "That's the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me"
"Yes, well...Well... "
"Be honest, Draco"
"Honestly? For once in my life, I don't have a clever comeback to baffle the tiny brain of yours" Draco retorted, causing Harry stick his tongue out at him.
"How dare you!" Draco smiled sarcastically, and began to tickle Harry, laughing at his fast body movements on the floor.
"No-s top it- Dr- stop!" Harry laughed, and began to tickle Draco back in the stomach.
Both boys laughed, tickling each other and pulling at each other's clothing and hair for what seemed to be forever.
"Okay, Okay, truce" Harry panted, holding Draco's hands.
Draco shook him off and quickly grabbed the front of Harrys t shirt and pulled him to his parted lips. They kissed, frantically pulling at each other's hair, causing their breaths to become heavy and dense with desperation.
"Wait" Draco said, letting go of Harry and fiddling around with the clasp around the back of his neck.
"Here" Draco lifted the necklace from him, the moonlight making the emerald gem glisten and shines as brightly as the cluster of stars that hung over their heads.
"No, Draco I can't, its-"
"It was my mothers. She gave it to me when I was a toddler, and told me after bed time stories that once I found my own 'Princess', I could give it to 'her' to show how I lov- how much I cared for them" Draco said, pulling Harrys hand and dropping the necklace in it, "and, well, I think I found mine, well, my Prince" Oh Dear Merlin, How Cheesy He thought, but obviously Harry didn't by the shocked look plastered across his face.
Draco took it from his hand, and placed it around his neck, then let go of the necklace and let his arms wrapped around his neck as he pulled him in for another kiss, " I want you to be mine, Harry" he whispered, running his fingertips across Harrys shoulder blades, making him shiver.
"Draco, I- I don't know what to say" Harry stuttered, pulling Draco onto his lap by the waist, "Thank you, thank you so much"
"I will" Harry said, after a moment of cuddling.
"What?" Draco whispered, nearly falling asleep on Harrys neck.
"Be yours" He returned, kissing his neck.
"Good, otherwise I would hex you" he returned, holding Harry tighter.
"Not before I hexed you first" Harry retorted, running his hands over Draco's waist.
They sat there for a moment, before moving closer to the warming fire and threw the blanket over them. Harry held on to Draco, and moved his head so it fit into the crook of Draco's neck, while Draco pulled Harrys arm over his waist from behind.
"Did you mean what you said" Draco asked, waking Harry from his pre-slumber state of mind.
"Mm-mean wha?" Harry returned, half asleep.
"That we can find our own place, somewhere far away from here" Draco asked, his eyes tinted chestnut under the amber glow of the fire.
"Of course, It will happen, After Hogwarts" Harry replied, stroking Draco's stomach.
"But for now, go to sleep" Harry whispered, placing a goodnight kiss on the skin behind his ear, "Close your eyes"
The two boys fell asleep in each other's arms, feeling the happiest they had ever left, and feeling like they belonged at last. The sounds of crickets and owls sang their lullaby to the boys as the gentle flickers of the fire warmed them for a peaceful sleep.