Disclaimer: Can't be mine. Too little love.
A/N: Well, it was gonna be a one-shot, but I thought of this sequel...
He didn't know how it had come to this, lying next to Draco in his bed, in his common room, smelling of sweat and sex and shame. He looked at Draco's sleeping form, the eyelids twitching in dreams. Harry wished he was the object of the dreams, but knew there was no chance. No chance at all. Harry sighed, slipping free of the bed in which they lay, so close but not touching. He froze as an icy hand gripped his wrist.
'Where are you going?' Draco whispered hoarsely.
'I...' Harry stopped.
He realized he didn't know where he would go. He didn't want to turn and look at Draco, for he'd want to stay. He knew he would. And he couldn't, they couldn't.
'Draco...I can't...we aren't... This wasn't...'
'Don't say it.' Draco hissed, his voice thick with, what? Tears.
Harry turned around. Draco's eyes bloomed with tears. A stray one escaped and Harry brushed it away with his thumb, aware in that moment that this was stupid and wrong and dangerous... And perfect.
'Draco. This...' Harry began, but was cut off by Draco's lips on his.
There was an urgency, a need in his kiss, something Harry couldn't place.
'I know we can't.' Draco whispered into Harry's neck. 'But is it so wrong to want to?'
Harry held Draco tighter. Yes it was wrong. No it wasn't. He didn't know. He didn't want to know. He didn't know how it had come to this, wanting Draco more than he wanted anyone, anything else. He captured Draco's mouth in his own, staring into Draco's eyes, trying to transmit how much this meant to him without using words. He knew words would betray him, cause him to end this. He needed this. So did Draco. More than anything.
'Tell me something...' Draco whispered, 'Something no one else knows.'
Harry thought for a moment, trailing kisses on Draco's jawline, his neck. Finally he leant into Draco, placing his mouth near his ear.
'I think I love you.' he whispered.
Harry felt the warmth of tears burning on his back as Draco began to cry.
'We can't.' Draco gasped as Harry pushed him back onto the bed.
'But I want to.' Harry responded.
Draco moaned softly as Harry kissed his chest.
'Harry...' he mumbled.
Harry looked up, eyebrows raised.
'I love you.'
Harry smiled. They couldn't. But they would. He knew they would. They both knew what obsession was.