Chapter 3: Kisses and Revelations
After their impromptu meeting in Diagon Alley, Harry and Draco had spent nearly every day together for the past two weeks. They had met up in the Alley most times, becoming regulars at the Leaky Cauldron. They'd even ventured into Hogsmead on some occasions and once Harry had actually convinced Draco to try out a Muggle pub. Draco was hesitant about stepping foot into a Muggle establishment to say the least, but Harry had insisted he needed to try a cheeseburger and he had relented. Despite its intimidating size—Draco was quite sure he wouldn't be able to fit the monstrous thing into his mouth—and its greasy exterior, Draco had to admit it was quite good. This had brought the most gleaming smile to Harry's face and the blond haired wizard had been glad he could put it there.
Initially they were both reluctant to be seen in public together. Besides that first day, where passerby witnessed Draco's encounter with that buffoon of a wizard, they had begun to attract attention. While Harry didn't seem to care much about what the public thought of him and Draco being friends, he knew that it bothered the blond man somewhat. Draco wore a nonchalant façade easily enough when he received scathing looks and heard not so subtle whispers, but Harry knew that they cut deep. He understood that Draco had worked hard to reshape his reputation. He didn't want to always be known as a "Death Eater" and a "pureblood snob", but those labels would be hard to shake. Harry figured that showing his support for the man in public was just one way to help everyone see that Draco had changed for the better.
The Daily Prophet had definitely taken notice of their closeness in recent weeks. There were more than a few articles in the paper questioning the extent of their relationship. Of course it was all just speculation, but everything from 'Draco trying to enact revenge on Harry for vanquishing his Master' to 'Harry and Draco finally coming clean about their years long sordid love affair' was swirling around the rumor mill. In all honesty, Harry wasn't quite sure what he and Draco were doing. On the one hand, he enjoyed the other man's company and they got on quite well. Draco was actually pretty funny, in a snide, snarky kind of way and he could be really sweet at times too. That had come as a shock to Harry, especially since he didn't think anyone had ever seen that side of the Slytherin Prince before. On the other hand, Harry couldn't help but look forward to each meeting with the grey eyed wizard. He found that Draco captured his thoughts constantly when they were apart and he had become quite fond of the other man.
That had brought up a whole other bunch of questions for Harry. He had already come to terms with the fact that he found Draco attractive, but that wasn't actually a revelation. He'd known of the man's good looks long before they'd become friendly. It was hard not to notice how attractive he was with his startling eyes, pale, smooth skin, and strikingly sharp features. No, Draco's physical beauty wasn't news to Harry or anyone else for that matter. What was news was the way they made Harry feel. He couldn't help but stare at the man whenever they were together and admire his features secretly. He even found himself wondering what his skin would feel like under his fingers or whether his hair was as silky soft as it looked. There was even a time Draco had crept into his dreams.
Harry lay on his back in the center of his king sized bed in nothing more than black briefs. His pupils were blown wide and his skin was flushed as his lover pressed soft kisses across his chest and torso. Harry gripped the silk sheets in his fists as the other person dipped their tongue into his bellybutton and trailed it to the waistband of his briefs. They were impossibly tight now from his arousal and even though he was enjoying it, he couldn't wait for the teasing to end.
Soft strands of platinum hair tickled his nipples as his lover came up to kiss and suck on his neck. Harry released the sheets to grasp a handful of that impossibly soft hair and brought the person's mouth crashing into his with urgency. The kiss was wet and hungry and Harry could feel his arousal grow even more. Their lips parted, their breath mingled, and Harry had a chance to stare into pale grey eyes, close enough to see specks of blue.
"Are you just going to stare at me Potter or are you going to let me finish the job?" Draco drawled huskily, letting a finger trail down Harry's chest and dip just inside the band of his briefs. "By all means, Malfoy," Harry replied just as huskily. "Do your worst." Draco chuckled at this, reaching to slide the briefs slowly down Harry's legs and tossing them aside. Harry lay naked in all his handsome glory as Draco devoured him with his eyes. He thought he would be more self-conscious than he actually was but that could be because his arousal was too great for him to care.
Draco crawled up his body, massaging his inner thighs, prompting Harry to spread his legs slightly. Harry gave a startled gasp as Draco gripped his erection firmly and began to stroke it slowly. He let out a throaty groan as the blond man dragged his tongue up the shaft to his tip, sucking it into his mouth.
"Yesssss," Harry hissed, arching his back in pleasure and fisting Draco's hair once more. He had never felt anything so amazing in his life and he let Draco use his mouth to bring him to completion.
Harry had woken up abruptly, hard as stone from that dream, breathing heavily. He had never had a dream like that before, not even about Ginny when they were together. Harry didn't have time to be embarrassed about his predicament. He'd stalked off to take a cold shower and when thoughts of Draco followed him there too, he gave in and wanked as the dream replayed in his mind.
That had been two days ago and he thought it inappropriate to be thinking of that now as he sat across from the subject of his fancy in the Three Broomsticks. He couldn't even remember what Draco had been talking about so preoccupied was he with thoughts of soft kisses and breathy moans. It seemed Draco had noticed he was distracted because he paused in his speech and waved a hand before Harry's face.
"Earth to Potter. Hello?" Draco said, casting a worried look at Harry. Harry blinked, becoming aware of the fact that he had just been staring at Draco's lips thinking ungodly things. He ducked his head to hide his blush and stuffed a few chips in his mouth. "Are you alright over there Harry? You seem a bit flushed." Draco asked, reaching over and placing a cool hand on forehead. This made Harry blush even redder and he backed away from Draco's touch before other "things" started to react.
"Yeah, I'm…I'm fine," Harry stammered, taking a swig of his butterbeer to hide his face in the mug. Draco sat back, eyeing him skeptically. He shrugged and said, "Good because I didn't much fancy having to drag you to St. Mungo's. They might suspect I had tried to poison you with fish and chips." This made Harry laugh and he felt a little more at ease now that the awkward moment had passed.
"I wouldn't fancy it either," Harry said. "I can see the headline now, Great Savior Defenseless Against Fish and Chips!," Harry added with a flourish. Draco snorted into his own mug of butterbeer and Harry laughed harder. After they both had caught their breath, Harry sat staring at Draco in wonder. He had never thought he would feel so close to his childhood rival and he was glad he stumbled into him that day in the Alley.
"You're not too bad Draco," Harry said giving the blond man a winning smile. Draco smiled back, fluttering his lashes faintly. "You're not too bad to look at yourself Harry," he responded. Harry didn't know what to make of that statement. He didn't want to assume that Draco fancied him that way, especially when he hadn't even come to terms with how he felt about the other man completely. What he did know was that Draco was flirting and he liked the attention, a lot. Harry found he didn't quite mind the idea of letting his feelings grow for the blond. In fact, he was excited to see how far this would go.
Harry had expected a conversation with Ron and Hermione to happen at some point about the time he was spending with Draco. He knew it would be a certainty for sure when he had skipped their usual weekly dinner in favor of taking Draco back to that Muggle pub for another cheeseburger. Draco had seemed so excited about the prospect of having the cuisine again that Harry just couldn't say no. So he had sent his friends a vague owl about something coming up and spent the evening with Draco instead.
This is why when he came out of the floo into Ron and Hermione's sitting room, he was more than prepared for the onslaught that came raining down on him.
"Harry James Potter, I want an explanation right this instant," screeched an irate Hermione. Harry flinched as her voice pierced his ears. Ron could only offer him a sympathetic gaze. "I…," he stuttered, but it was all he could get out before his busy haired friend was at him again. "You send us the vaguest of owls and you expect us not to worry?" she asked incredulously. Harry knew that "us" just meant "her". Ron probably just shrugged the message off, expecting to hear from Harry when he was ready.
"Hermione," Harry said sincerely, "I was perfectly fine. I wasn't in any sort of danger. Something just came up. I didn't mean to make you worry." Hermione's fiery gaze softened at his words, but Harry could tell she was still a bit peeved. He gave her a gentle smile and she sighed, pulling him into a warm hug. "Don't' you scare me like that ever again," she demanded, giving him a playful slap on the arm. Harry rubbed his arm in mock pain and promised he wouldn't give her a heart attack.
"What kept you anyway mate?" Ron asked, turning and walking into the kitchen where dinner was waiting. The smell of delicious roast and buttery potatoes wafted to Harry's nose, reminding him how hungry he truly was. Leave it to Ron to ask the one question Harry hoped he would be able to avoid. Subconsciously, he knew it would come up anyway.
"I had dinner with Draco," he answered, taking his normal seat at their small table. Ron paused in midair for a second before taking his own seat. Hermione turned a thoughtful gaze on Harry, her eyes belying all the questions she was about to ask. Harry kept his eyes down, distracting himself by filling his plate.
"You've been spending a lot of time with him lately," Hermione commented. There was a question in her statement even if she didn't ask it outright. "Yes?" Harry answered. He definitely wasn't going to be the one to start this conversation. Hermione eyed him knowingly, she wasn't afraid to ask the tough questions, so she carried on. "Are you two friends now?" she asked. Harry paused, a spoonful of potato on its way to his mouth. He wasn't quite sure how to answer that question. He didn't want to lie to his friends, especially since he was sure that Hermione would see right through his answer if he did. But he didn't quite know what he and Draco were doing. They flirted openly, but that was about it. Neither of them had taken any steps to establish exactly what it was they were doing. Did he want it to be more? He thought so and he was pretty sure Draco was interested in him too. He ate his spoonful of potato and mulled the answer he would give them. Hermione held his gaze, patiently waiting for what he sensed she already knew.
"It's complicated," Harry said, continuing to distract himself with food. It was really quite good. Ron gave a grunt, knowing that Harry's answer wouldn't be enough to satisfy Hermione. "That's not really an answer Harry," she said. "Are you interested in him? Is he interested in you?" she continued. These questions were easier to answer. Harry just wasn't sure if he wanted to respond or what their reaction would be to his answers.
"I guess I'm sort of interested in him," Harry said quietly, almost too quietly for them to hear. Silence ensued and Harry dared to glance up at his friend's faces. Both Ron and Hermione were staring blankly at him. Ron's left eye was twitching slightly, which Harry knew wasn't a good sign, and Hermione looked like she was coming up with even more questions to ask. It was Ron who broke the silence first.
"Mate, is that why you broke up with Ginny? Were you fancying blokes this whole time? Tell me you weren't just stringing her along," Ron sputtered, his voice rising in volume with each statement. "No!" Harry proclaimed. "I haven't always fancied blokes. Honest!" This seemed to calm Ron's nerves a bit. He heaved a loud sigh and went back to poking at his roast. "Good," he responded, turning his gaze on Harry, "because I could never forgive you if you hurt Ginny like that." Harry gave him a curt nod. He understood completely that Ron just wanted to protect his little sister. He could imagine that if he had a sister half as great as Ginny, he would be upset too if her ex turned out to be gay out of the blue.
"This all just came out of nowhere, Ron. I've never been attracted to a bloke before now and honestly, I'm just as shocked as you are." Harry said. He thought they both were taking this very well and he was extremely grateful to have friends that cared as much as they did. Hermione reached across the table to grasp his hand lightly. "Harry, it's alright" she said, looking at him with such acceptance. "I understand that this can't be easy for you and I really appreciate that you trust us enough to let us know". Harry gave her a thankful smile and she returned it before beginning to eating again.
"Look mate, I have no problem with you liking blokes. You're allowed to love whomever you want," Ron said. Harry was a little surprised by the sincerity in his best friend's voice. He was most afraid of Ron's reaction, him having a hot temper and all. This time Ron was showing his softer side. "Thanks, Ron. I'm really glad to hear that." Harry replied. "But…," Ron started. Harry held his breath waiting for the other shoe to drop. "Does it have to be Malfoy of all people?" he finished. Harry let out a short laugh. That wasn't the question he was expecting at all, but he was happy it was the one Ron asked.
"Draco just so happens to be the bloke who has my fancy right now," Harry answered honestly. This whole "gay" thing was new to him and he wasn't sure if Draco would be the only bloke he would ever be attracted to. Hell, he wasn't even sure that he and Draco were a thing yet. "I like him right now and that's all that matters." Ron nodded at this and proceeded to finish his meal, seemingly satisfied with Harry's answers. "Just be careful, Harry." Hermione said giving him a worried look. Ron nodded enthusiastically, agreeing with his wife.
"Don't worry, you guys. I'm not worried, so you shouldn't be either." Harry replied, hopefully reassuring them that he knew what he was doing. He really didn't know at all, but they didn't need to know that. The rest of the dinner went fairly smoothly. Hermione asked more questions about the "new" Draco that Harry was spending his time with and he was more than happy to gush about how much he enjoyed Draco's company. Ron and Hermione couldn't help but be happy for Harry, if a bit apprehensive. They knew he deserved someone and they were both hoping that Draco was it.
Draco was nervous. This didn't happen that often and in fact, he couldn't remember being this nervous since the Dark Lord wanted him to kill Dumbledore. He had showered three different times and used his best wash and shampoo, hoping the scents would linger on his skin and hair. He had gone through almost his entire wardrobe trying to find the perfect outfit to wear and then had stood before his mirror for 20 minutes making sure it fit perfectly in all the right places. Draco decided on something more casual than his usual dress robes. A deep gray buttoned shirt and fitted black trousers. It didn't sound casual, but it was for Draco. Right now he stood just outside the Fidelius charm at Harry's home on Grimmauld Place.
This would mark the first time that either of them had stepped foot into the other's house, not counting the time Harry was held captive in the Manor obviously. They had been seeing one another as friends for almost a month and Draco had hoped the relationship would begin to progress. Their flirting had become more and more obvious with each meeting and Draco was sure that Harry was interested in him romantically. Now it was time to see where things would go. Armed with a bottle of his father's finest aged whiskey, Draco stepped through the wards, alerting Harry to his presence.
The front door opened seconds later, quite eagerly if you asked Draco, and a beaming Harry stood on the other side of the threshold. "Draco, come on in," Harry said, gesturing for him to enter. Draco offered him a brilliant smile of his own and reminded himself to play it cool. He was a Malfoy after all and Malfoys always kept a level head. "I like what you've done with the place," Draco said, looking around the entrance hall in admiration. He hadn't been here since he was very young, but from what he could remember the place had always looked a bit aged. It seemed Harry had taken time after the war to turn the house into a home. All of the decorative choices made it feel warm and that wasn't just the heat coming from the roaring fire in the sitting room. The hall was decorated handsomely in deep shades of red and gold with hints of orange, reminding Draco of a beautiful autumn day. Draco didn't miss the references to Gryffindor Tower hidden in his décor choices, either.
"Thanks," Harry replied. He had tried his best to transform Grimmauld Place from the dusty hovel it once was. He had made most of the décor choices himself, but he had Kreacher to thank for the thorough cleaning the place so desperately needed. Harry showed Draco to the sitting room where more gold and red furniture and accents could be found. There was a lovely mahogany coffee table in the center of the room, sitting atop a cream colored rug, laden with cheeses, meats, and fruits. "I wouldn't be a Malfoy if I didn't come with a gift," Draco said, handing the beautifully crafted bottle to Harry. "It looks expensive," Harry said with raised brows. "Oh trust me, it is," Draco drawled, taking a seat in one of the comfortable looking chairs in the room. Harry reached into a glass case in the corner of the room and pulled out two tumblers. He returned to sit next to Draco in a matching chair and handed one of the glasses to him.
"I'll have you do the honors, Mr. Malfoy," Harry said, his voice sounding deep and sultry to Draco's ears. A shiver traveled down his spine as he took the whiskey bottle and poured a healthy amount into each tumbler. "Cheers to a good night and an even better tomorrow," Draco said with a smile, his eyes shining as they stared into Harry's impossibly green orbs. Harry smiled back, "Cheers," he said and took a sip of the deep brown liquid. Draco did the same and enjoyed the way the beverage warmed his chest.
They sat and talked for hours, catching up on each other's week and asking after friends and family. Draco was especially interested in how Harry's dinner had gone with Weasley and Granger—she would always be Granger to him, even if she was technically a Weasley now—because he had no idea at the time that Harry had cancelled in favor of taking him out. It was actually that action which had proven to Draco that the dark haired wizard was interested in him. He was secretly ecstatic to be chosen over two of his closest friends. That told Draco that he was at least somewhat important to the Golden Boy.
The conversation kept flowing and so did the drinks until the bottle of whiskey was nearly empty. Draco cast a quick Tempus charm, soon realizing it was approaching midnight. Although he had nowhere to be the following morning, he knew that Harry had to report to the Ministry.
"I should get going," Draco said smiling over at Harry. The dark haired wizard smiled back with glazed eyes, clearly feeling the effects of the whiskey. Draco was feeling a bit tipsy himself but was proud to say that Harry was worse off than he was. "You have to save the day tomorrow and you are not going to blame me for making you late," he said, standing and stretching to release his aching muscles from sitting. Harry looked a bit disappointed but nodded in agreement.
"You're right," he said. "I wouldn't want to make a bad impression so soon after finishing training," he added standing to guide Draco towards the front door. Once there, they both stood awkwardly, staring into each other's eyes. In this moment, Draco really wanted to kiss Harry. He couldn't stop staring at his soft, pink lips all night and right now wasn't any different. If he didn't think that his drunken eyes were playing tricks on him he would've sworn that Harry was doing the same thing. Draco took a tentative step backwards, closer to the door. He didn't want to be the one to make the first move. Harry seemed to be just coming to terms with his attraction to Draco and he didn't want to force himself on the other wizard.
"Alright. Well, thank you for being such a gracious host," Draco said with a slight bow. "I guess I'll be seeing you sometime soon." He turned to grab the knob of the front door and had nearly gotten it open only to have a strong hand slam into the frame, stopping him from moving any further. Draco's breath caught. He stood still daring to hope that Harry was going to make a move. "Don't go just yet," Harry said, standing much closer than Draco anticipated. "I think you're forgetting something." At that, Draco turned to face Harry, only inches away from the other man. Both men were breathing deeply, looking back and forth from eyes to lips. It was Draco that began to lean in, feeling Harry's breath ghost over his face. That must've been Harry's cue because he quickly closed the distance between their mouths, pressing his lips hungrily to Draco's. Draco let out a soft moan, tilting his head to give Harry better access. Harry had never kissed another man before, but Draco couldn't tell. The other wizard kneaded Draco's lips with his own and slid his hand into soft, blond hair. I am so glad I shampooed so many times, he thought secretly, the scent of vanilla and peaches wafting between them.
Things became even more heated when Harry slid his tongue across Draco's lips, begging for entrance. Draco complied, parting his own lips and sliding his tongue along Harry's. Harry let out a guttural moan and Draco's arousal spiked. He too slipped his hands into the hair at the nape of the other man's neck, the same dark hair that Harry agitated when he was anxious. Harry pressed Draco into the door, bringing their bodies together in heated passion. It had been quite a while since the blond wizard had shared a kiss with anyone, let alone one so deliciously wonderful. They stayed that way, trading licks and nips, until Draco's lips were tingling, swollen, and red. They broke apart, albeit reluctantly, breathing heavily with their foreheads pressed together.
"That was amazing," Harry said with a small laugh, gazing into Draco's eyes. The blond wizard was sure he could see the longing there, but he knew it was too soon to go all the way. "Yes, it was," he responded, smiling and letting his eyes flutter closed. Draco breathed one last sigh and placed a hand on Harry's chest, creating distance. He really didn't want to mess this up by moving too fast. Harry took the hint and stepped away, coming to lean on the door next to Draco. The dark haired man reached to grasp Draco's hand and brought it to his lips for one last kiss. Draco turned icy grey eyes onto Harry's startling green ones and leaned in to place a chaste kiss to Harry's lips. The other man welcomed the kiss, letting his eyes close in longing.
"I really should go," he said for the second time that night. He regrettably dropped Harry's hand and ran a hand through his hair, which he was sure looked askew from the other wizard mussing through it. Harry stepped away from the door, allowing Draco to open it this time. The two men locked eyes one last time in a stare that promised thrilling things in the future. It was Draco that broke his gaze first. "Good night, Harry," he said, stepping into the night at last. The last thing he heard was a soft "Good night, Draco" from other man before he crossed back through the wards and apparated away.
Author's Note: That was much longer than I thought it would be, but I just had to fit their first kiss in there to move the story along. I'm not quite sure how long this story will be, but I do know that I want to address some things down the road that are important to the development of Harry and Draco's relationship. You'll have to keep reading to find out what those things are!
That was also the first EVER intimate scene I've ever written. Please leave comments and reviews letting me know what you think. Feedback of all kinds is readily accepted, flames included. Trust me I can handle it. I just really want everyone's honest opinion and suggestions. Until next time!