Don't Let Him Go pt.3

A Few More Days Later.

The End of the Year party was in full swing by the time Harry reached the Come and Go Room. The room was full of music, streamers, balloons, and dancing bodies.

Instantly he was greeted by Ron and Hermione.

"Harry!" She exclaimed. "You made it."

"Yeah, I told you I'd come."

"Is this amazing or what?" Ron smiled as he motioned to everyone in the room.

A glimpse of bright blond hair caught Harry's interest. Sure enough, it was Malfoy. He was leaning against a wall talking to a couple of girls.

"Yeah, and what a great turn out?" He replied.

"Harry," Hermione regained his attention. "That note you got a few days ago, please tell me you're not going to go through with it."

Harry pulled the crumpled note out of his pocket. It read:

During the End of the Year Party meet me at the edge of the Forbidden Forest behind Hagrid's cabin. There's something I've wanted to tell you for a very long time, now. I'll be waiting for you. If you don't come, then I'll understand.

The handwriting on the note was so familiar to Harry.

"Hermione!" Ron shouted "Aren't you the least bit curious as to who sent it?"

"Oh course I am. But Harry," She held onto his arm and looked at him with pleading eyes. "It could be dangerous."

"Hermione, I have to agree with Ron this time. And besides, it doesn't sound very dangerous to me."

"It's a secret admirer, what she going to do?" Ron snorted "Hug him to death?"

"Just promise me you'll be careful Harry." She beseeched him.

"I promise."

"Alright…."

"Come on, Hermione." Ron pulled on her arm. "We have to welcome the other guests arriving."

"Remember, be careful!" She yelled as Ron dragged her away. He could barely hear her over the music.

Harry walked around the party making small talk to the people he knew and drank some punch. He couldn't really enjoy himself. He was too busy thinking about who he was going to meet behind Hagrid's cabin. But that train of thought came to a halt as soon as he saw Draco leave with Crabbe and Goyle and some other Slytherins. His heart grew a little heavy with disappointment.

He talked a little more with Neville and had another glass of punch before he left for the Forbidden Forest.

The night was soothing and warm. The moon illuminated his path as he reached the rendezvous point. Harry sat on a huge boulder at the edge of the forest and waited.

He looked up at Hagrid's cabin. The lights were off. Hagrid probably wasn't home anyway.

Harry sat twiddling his thumbs and star gazing. Finally he noticed the sound of footsteps. He looked around and saw no one. Harry stayed still and listened. He could hear twigs snapping beyond the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

Jumping off the boulder he grabbed his wand. He willed it to illuminate as he passed into the forest. Slowly he followed the snapping twigs deeper and deeper into the trees. Abruptly all movement stopped. Harry rushed in the direction of the last footsteps.

He stopped when he came upon a figure in a clearing. He was startled to see familiar platinum blond hair shining in the moonlight. He put his wand away.

"Draco," Harry called out.

Malfoy swiftly turned to face him. A flush of blood rose to him cheeks. The sight of Harry made his heart race. "Harry…" This was his chance to clear the air. This was his one last opportunity to say exactly how he feels.

"What are you doing here?"

"Me?" Draco made and effort to showed distaste on his face, but on the inside he felt like a failure. He just couldn't do it, he couldn't confess. "What are you doing here, Potter?" As if he didn't already know.

"I…I got a note. I'm supposed to…"

"Meet someone here," Draco finished for him.

Harry approached him hesitantly until they stood nearly a foot apart.

"You…know?"

"Yes, Potter. I know."

"And how do you know?" He couldn't help but to notice how the moonlight made Draco's face look like flawless porcelain. And his skin smelled of spicy mild soap.

"It doesn't matter." Malfoy replied casually.

"Is this some kind of joke?" Harry asked purely curious. He couldn't raise his voice in anger or shout, it would mislead how happy and elated he really felt. "Why can't you just leave me alone?"

"Ha!" Draco laughed. "Why can't I leave you alone?" He repeated. His voice gradually grew passionate. "You make it seem as if I live everyday for you. As if I never stop thinking about. As if I wait for you time and time again to bully you as an excuse just to see you and talk to you. Is that what you want to hear, is it? Is it Potter?"

"Yes." Harry shouted over him.

Draco was dumbfounded. "What?"

"I said, yes. That's exactly what I wanted to hear…what I've been dying for you to say."
"Oh…." Malfoy scratched his head awkwardly. "Well, good, because it's true."

"Good, because I'm in love with you." Harry announced.

A smile fluttered across Draco's lips. He had been dying to hear those words come from him for so long. He leaned in and kissed Harry. His lips were smooth and kind, just like in his fantasies.

One kiss was all it took to ignite their full blown infatuations and fall into a fit of desires. Within a matter of minutes they laid naked in each other arms kissing deeply and passionately.

Draco reached down between Harry's legs and stroked his rock hard member. He could feel the veins and the blood pulsating beneath the sensitive skin. Their hearts quickened and their breathing grew rapid. Harry groaned as he could feel his body getting ready to burst. He left a trail of kisses upon Malfoy's chest and gently pulled on his nipples with his teeth.

"Faster." Harry whispered into Draco's ear with his hot steamy breath. "Faster."

Draco grew excited as he watched Harry moan and cry out for him to satisfy him. It was almost too much for him to handle. He removed his hands from Harry's rigid manhood and embraced in his wet, warm mouth. He tried to take in the whole penis, but he couldn't and gagged. He didn't let that stop him, he tried again. Draco licked and fondled Harry's balls as he went up and down the firm shaft.

Harry thrust and churned as he came to his climax. He could feel it all rushing out of his body. He smiled and cried out "Draco, oh, Draco!" over and over again as he came in the boy's mouth.

Draco wiped his mouth as he lay next to a panting Harry.

"Did you like that?" He whispered into his ear.

Harry nodded. He turned and caressed Malfoy's face.

"You wrote that note, didn't you?" He asked.

Draco smiled. "How did you know?"

"I recognized your handwriting." Harry admitted sheepishly.

"You knew this and yet you still came? Why?"

"I would have regretted it if I didn't, and because…I love you."

"I…I just couldn't let you go without telling you…showing you how I feel about you."

"And how do you feel?"

"I…love you." Draco smiled.