The Tattoo

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A/N: ONE-SHOT BINGE! :D

'Wait…what?' Draco asked incredulously.

'I do.' Harry repeated.

That had not been the answer Draco had been expecting when he'd asked if Harry had any tattoos. He blinked slowly in the fading light.

'The Golden Boy has tattoos?'

'One. I have one tattoo. And I told you not to call me that.'

'Sorry.' Draco mumbled, running his hands over the grass.

They were currently beneath the quidditch stands asking each other questions in an attempt to get to know one another, at the behest of Dumbledore of course. This was their third such meeting.

'So…' Draco said lazily. 'Where is it?'

Nowhere you'll ever see, Harry thought sadly.

'Now that's a secret.' He said.

Draco had a fleeting image of searching Harry very closely for the tattoo. He then realized Harry had said something.

'Huh?' he asked, wincing at how stupid that sounded.

'How about you? Any tattoos?'

As Harry looked into Draco's stricken face he swore softly.

'Shot, Draco. I forgot.'

Draco stood, making sure the sleeves of his robe were covering his arms. He looked at Harry with a mixture of hurt and horror before shaking his head and walking away. He felt a warm hand in his tug him gently back beneath the stands. He put up no resistance.

'Draco, I'm so sorry.' Harry whispered, his gaze begging him to stay.

Draco sighed and then was amazed to find Harry's lips against his, tongue probing his mouth as he gasped in surprise. Eventually Harry pulled away.

'Sorry…' he whispered.

Draco simply kissed him. Don't be, he thought fiercely. Love me. As Harry slipped off Draco's robe and began to undo his shirt Draco tensed.

'I don't care about it.' Harry whispered.

Draco smiled half-heartedly and Harry stopped, looking regretful.

'Don't you want to find mine?' he asked Draco cheekily.

Oh god, yes, Draco thought, fumbling with Harry's shirt, pressing their mouths together violently.

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Draco smiled at Harry in a manner he found most endearing. Harry tucked a strand of blonde hair behind Draco's ear, grinning cheekily.

'You don't have a tattoo.' Draco whispered into his ear.

Harry shook his head.

'No…but didn't you have fun trying to find it?'

Draco responded with a soft laugh and a passionate kiss that gave Harry all the answer he needed.