ACT IV
Harry's body was drenched in sweat. His football uniform stuck to his body, brushing against his hard nipples and abs, his pants hugging around his crotch like a gentle lover. Gryffindor had just had an intense match with Slytherin. Draco was in the stands on the Gryffindor side, cheering his voice hoarse for Harry and his friends. Gryffindor won, naturally, five-four with Harry shooting the winning goal. But that was an hour ago.
Now Harry was standing in his room, staring at his reflection as his clothes continued to hug and touch his body. His heart was beating furiously. He was going to meet with Draco and the others later that night for a movie. But for now, he was alone.
"I'm in love with Draco Malfoy. I am incredibly and hopelessly in love with Draco Malfoy. I'm so happy that he's back in my life and I cannot imagine it without him. Looking back it is as if the past ten years of my life was a cloud, a cloud that blocked me from seeing the world and now that Draco is here in my life, that cloud has lifted. It has gone away and Draco is lighting my world around me. He is my sun who shines my way forward into an everlasting green pasture. He is my new rock, my stabilizer. Wherever I look, there Draco is waiting for me, cheering me. He has quickly became my best friend, but I want more.
"I want his touches to linger, I want his breath on me, his lips on me. I want to feel his teeth as they scrap across my neck"—Harry brushed his neck with his own hand—"I want to feel his tongue on my body… his sweat dripping on me as we—" a blush appeared on his face. "Draco… I want Draco to be like my clothes. Pressed against me, touching every inch of my skin, his mouth and fingers memorizing every curve of my body. My shirt is his hands wet from the shower or the rain, dragging down my body, making my nipples hard as he teases them, flicks them, water drops moving down from my chest to my abs, Draco's tongue following, licking every curve just as my shirt hugs them.
"Then… he'll grab my butt, his hands caressing them like my shorts, his fingers pushed inside, teasing about something lewd as our hairless bodies press together, our erections pushing, thrusting against each other. Until…" Harry gave a great shutter.
"I want to grow old with Draco, married, he in love with me as much as I am in love with him. We'll… we'll live in a nice house in a suburb, maybe adopt a few children, that would make Mum very happy. We'll wake up each morning with a kiss, and end each night with a kiss, me falling asleep in Draco's arms. I want to know all of Draco's secrets and tell him all of mine. I want us to reach a point in our relationship where all our beings, our very souls is known to the other. Where every moment we live is in a state of endless love.
"My heart has been incomplete, it has been for ten years. Though I did not know my feelings at that time, when Draco left all those years ago I've spent months crying, my heart aching for something it did not understand. But now I do. I understand that in that moment as I hugged Draco goodbye, as I watched his parents take him away from my home and into that awful car, he took a piece of me with him; a piece of my soul, of my heart that refused to leave the boy I loved—I love. That must be it, what I have felt these last ten years. Draco took a piece of my heart with him to New York, just as I must have kept a piece of his heart here, his true home. We were made for each other, complete only when we have each other… almost like Fate pushed us towards each other. What was it that Aristophanes say about soulmates again? Oh yeah, long ago we humans were of two bodies with two heads, four arms and four legs. Zeus feared that humans would conquer the gods, but did not want to destroy us for fear of the gods losing their tribunes. So he cut us all in half, leaving the two human bodies forever separate and longing for their other. Draco and I must have been separate, we must have been part of one of the three sexes, the all-male, and now that we have found each other again—we can be whole. Together we can go back to our primal wholeness and love each other without end, our souls and bodies complete once more.
"I need to show Draco how much I love him, I have to show him that we were two halves that need to be together again. But how? How can I confess my love in such a way? How can I show to Draco how much he means to me? It is an impossible task, no matter what I try no words can effectively show my feelings, show my true self to him.
"I've been hiding secrets, embarrassing to admit and troublesome as well. How can I look at my teammates, at my friends, and tell them that I am actually smart, smarter than they thought I was? That I'm interested in philosophy even though I only have a somewhat understanding of it; that I love Draco Malfoy with more than my body and soul can bare… that I cheated on my Sorting so I can be sorted into Gryffindor. The others will laugh at my interests and push me away because of my actions.
"But Draco… Draco will understand, I know he will. We're meant for each other, it'll be hard but I know that his opinion of me will not change… and maybe with him on my side I can come out about the whole truth to my friends… and everyone… I want Ron to know, and Hermione and Seamus and Dean but… I can't on my own. I need Draco, I need him by me. He was my support when I was young, I tried to replace him, distract myself from this growing insecurity inside of me but… but…"—Harry found that he was starting to cry, he wiped away his tears but more just replaced them—"I love you Draco! I love you so much but I'm too scared, I can't say it… Please Draco, I haven't changed that much… I still need you."
Harry sighed and started to undress, taking off all of his clothes and taking a moment to stare at his naked body. Harry's phone gave a loud chime, causing the boy to jump in surprise. He turned and practically pounced onto his phone, which was on his bed, hoping that it was from Draco. It wasn't. Instead it was from Blaise whom, even though Draco told Harry not to, Harry texted on a regular basis.
Blaise: Hey baby! You looked really good during the game today. I heard that you have plans tonight, so how about you and I hang out tomorrow? Just the two of us. I missed you.
