I stared at the door before me, contemplating on knocking or going elsewhere. The choice was made for me when it flung open to reveal the one person who's given me solace since I was a child. He merely stared at me before opening the door wider and then slamming it shut behind me.
"I have company, you'll hold your tongue."
I could tell he was smirking at me, I didn't have to see it, I could heart in his voice. I knew who his company was—they danced around each other like third years. I felt my cheeks flush, I suppose that's what was happening on my side between Harry and I. I followed him into his sitting room where I was greeted with a friendly hello.
"Remus."
Severus took a seat beside him, leaning back on the couch to drape an arm behind Remus along the couch. He merely stared at me, he always knew when I had done something stupid.
"What have you done now, Draco?"
Remus glanced between the two of us before leaning back against the couch.
"I kissed him and abruptly left."
My cheeks were burning, in fact I'm sure my entire face was red in shame and embarrassment. The two of them simply stared at me for a moment before they both burst out in laughter. I slumped onto the couch behind me, folding my arms, much like a stubborn child.
"Did you not think Harry would like to speak to you about this? You two are rather good friends, have been for a year or so now. You can't hide from him."
I heard a crack and footsteps.
"You! What in the name of Merlin are you thinking? Hi Remmy, Sev. Really, what, why? You had to wait till now to say something? You couldn't have spoken to me about this?"
I watched Severus climb to his feet and place his hands on Harry's shoulders.
"Now, now Harry, there's no need to cause Draco any more embarrassment. He's done that well and good on his own account. Shall I make tea and you two can discuss this like the adults I assume you know how to be?"
He nodded and I could only watch in minor horror as Remus got up and followed Severus into the kitchen. I glanced down at the table between us, my cheeks were filling with heat—I couldn't do this. I made the slightest movement to get to my feet and I felt myself pinned to the couch. There was a weight on my lap and hands on my shoulders—he was straddling me.
"Don't even think about it Draco. We're going to discuss this and we're going to do it now."
I hoped to Merlin that I didn't get turned on with him sitting above me like this. If his eyes weren't full of anger I'd like to think we looked quite delectable at the moment.
"What would you have me say Harry?"
I couldn't look at him, I'd kiss him if I did. I felt his breath on my face as one of his hands moved up to turn my face towards his.
"Why couldn't you talk to me? We've shared everything with each other, why did you feel you couldn't talk to me about your feelings?"
I shoved him off of me and he toppled to the floor. I got up and paced—I deserved to tell him the truth.
"I'm not going anywhere, so don't even think of hexing me just to stay. Besides, I'm sure Severus blocked us from being able to leave till we've discussed things."
He climbed to his feet, dusting himself off before sitting on the chair that was behind him. He waved his arm at me as if to signal I continue. I ran a hand through my hair and stopped and just stared at him. Even slouching in the chair, hair tousled, cheeks flushed, eyes no longer hidden behind round glasses, but sophisticated rectangle lenses, his face showing he's aged into the beautiful man I've always seen him as.
"You remember that night when I came home from a date, you had actually met him before we went out?"
I watched him nod.
"It was in the middle of having dinner with him, he had gently placed his fork down and wiped his mouth—something you still have no concept of doing—and then placed it on the table. The look on his face was apprehensive and I feared the words that were about to come out. He said 'You're not in a open-relationship are you?' He took me off guard so I questioned his meaning. 'That man, Harry, he's your lover, so then what are you doing out with me?' I could only stare at him and then he realized I was shocked at his accusation. He said, 'I'm sorry, it's just, despite your quiet nature with him in the kitchen, your actions spoke the volumes you had not wanted me to hear. Your actions spoke of your feelings towards him and I didn't think anything of it till he watched you walk over to me. I glanced over your shoulder and he simply looked heartbroken.' Where you?"
As he nodded I fell to the floor.
"And you have nerve to demand me tell you, talk to you about this?"
His cheeks flushed as he sat up in his chair.
"Draco, I refused to fight for you. If other men wanted your attention, you let them have it without questions behind their motives. I fought with you for six years of our lives, I wasn't going to resort to pulling your pigtails just so you'd notice me. I didn't want you to like me back just because I showed you the smallest amount of attention, I wanted you to like me for me. The Harry you lived with, the Harry you grew up with, not some man who was trying to fight for your affection amongst a hoard of others."
At his departing crack, I felt my heart drop to my stomach. It felt so much heavier and the pain that spread through me rooted me to the floor. My eyes remained on the chair he just emptied—he was right.
