Chapter Six

Seems like there's always someone who disapproves
They'll judge it like they know about me and you
And the verdict comes from those with nothing else to do
The jury's out, my choice is you

So don't you worry your pretty little mind
People throw rocks at things that shine
And life makes love look hard
The stakes are high, the water's rough
But this love is ours

- Ours by Taylor Swift

When Monday came they had completely forgotten about how other students from their school knew that they were dating. Harry entered school wondering why exactly people were looking at him, many throwing him dirty looks while others stared curiously. Harry approached Hermione's locker where she and Ron were both standing. Although Ron never apologized for the way he behaved to Harry, the two had been civil towards each other since.

"Harry!" Hermione exclaimed, glaring at two girls who were pointing at Harry as they passed by.

"Hey," Harry greeted. "So what's the big deal?"

"Um, well Harry," stumbled Hermione. The young brunette wasn't quite sure how to ask her friend about dating Draco.

"Are you and Draco dating?" asked Ron bluntly. There was no venom behind the words which rather surprised both Hermione and Harry.

"Oh," said Harry. "That." Hermione raised her eyebrows in disbelief while Ron re-echoed his words.

"That? Isn't that kind of a big deal?"

Harry ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. "Yes, Draco and I are dating. We went to dinner with Neville Longbottom and some other people. I kind of forgot that they knew."

"Harry that's wonderful!" Hermione exclaimed as she threw her arms around him and gave him a hug.

"Look, not to break up this little hugfest, but you're going to get a lot of shit for this," stated Ron. Hermione pulled away and glared at her boyfriend while Harry just nodded.

"I know that. We both do. But if anyone even thinks about putting their hands on Draco they've got another thing coming. And if I hear anything negative come out of anyone's mouth then they're in for it too."

"Harry," scolded Hermione as she shut her locker and turned away from it. The three began to make their way down the hall, ignoring the pointed looks from other students. "You can't result to violence."

"If other people do then I will too." His tone made it clear that there was no room for argument and the subject was quickly dropped.

Neither Ron nor Hermione said anything else and it was shortly after that they spotted Draco walking towards them, his face slightly flushed as if he were embarrassed.

"Hey," said Harry softly once he approached.

"Hello," Draco said somewhat stiffly. He gave a terse nod to Ron and greeted Hermione with a hello.

"Are you ok?" Harry asked quietly. Ron and Hermione took the hint and continued walking, allowing the two boys to be as alone as one could get in a crowded hall where most of the students were gawking.

"I guess. It's just – some of the things people have said. I had forgotten about Friday and then when I was walking from my car and to my locker I heard the comments."

"Who? What did they say?" Harry asked angrily, looking around at the people passing by and glaring at them as if everyone were the culprit.

"Just people. I don't know. They were saying about how they knew I was a queer and – and of course how I got f-fucked by other boys. How disgusting it was and how I had seduced you into being with me. That I bent over for just anybody and -," Draco stumbled over his words, his eyes tearing up and Harry pulled him close so that Draco's head was leaning on Harry's chest and the taller boy's arms were wrapped around him.

"Don't listen to them. We both know none of that is true. You don't remember who it was?" Harry felt Draco shake his head against his chest and Harry pulled Draco away, placing his hands firmly on Draco's cheeks so they could look at each other.

"If anyone gives you shit about this you tell me. Alright? You don't deserve this. Those bastards."

Draco's hand reached up to touch Harry's. "Let's go to class, okay?" he suggested quietly. "Everything will be fine."

They could both hear the worry in Draco's voice, but Harry didn't say anything. Instead he gripped Draco's hand and walked him to his first class, still glaring at every student who passed by.

"Harry?" said Neville, who approached Harry as they waited outside of their Spanish classroom. It was Harry's second to last class of the day and so far Harry had heard nothing about anyone trying to give Draco crap. He had made sure his boyfriend sat with him at lunch, much to the distaste of many of the football players that also sat at the table, although none of them had said anything.

"Hey, Neville. What's up?"

The boy looked slightly nervous since he kept shifting his books back and forth and he wouldn't look Harry directly in the eye. "I hope you aren't angry with me that things got out about you and Draco. I swear I didn't tell anybody, although I think we both know it was Lavender."

"Neville, it's fine. We didn't want to hide it from people. Why are you looking so nervous?"

For the first time since Neville started talking to Harry he finally looked up at the dark haired boy.

"Um, you haven't heard? I thought someone would have told you by now."

At this Harry frowned. "Told me what?" he asked slowly with a tone that was now less than friendly.

Neville's eyes shifted away again and he looked at the people surrounding them who were also waiting.

"Draco was in a fight after leaving last period. Actually somebody else -," but Harry didn't listen to Neville any further.

"Where?" he demanded, inwardly seething.

"I-I don't know exactly. I guess he was walking to his next class, but I think he's in the nurse's office now."

Harry turned and fled towards the office, ignoring Neville's shouts and the whispers as he ran.

Harry entered the main office out of breath and looked at the secretary who was currently on the phone.

"The nurse?" he asked. She merely pointed her finger to another door and he ran towards it.

When he entered he saw Draco holding a blue ice pack to his eye while, surprisingly, Ron was sitting next to him.

"You did this?" Harry shouted at him. Draco moved the ice pack away from his eye, which was now purple and slightly blue, and he winced.

"No, Harry. He helped me."

He felt his jaw slacken somewhat and he looked sheepishly towards Ron. The redhead shrugged as if saying he forgave Harry for the accusation.

"What happened?" he asked.

He walked forward and sat on the other side of Draco, draping his arm around Draco's shoulder while turning Draco's head softly so he could look at him. His lip was cut open and his hair was a mess. There was a slight blood stain at the top of his gray-blue sweater near the neck. Harry was pretty sure there were bruises in other places that he couldn't see at that moment.

"I was walking to History and then this guy -,"

"Krum," Ron supplied. "Tall bulky dude with dark hair. He's on the hockey team."

Harry nodded in thanks so he now knew whose arse he was to kick later.

"He just came up to me. There were two others there with him -,"

"Crabbe and Goyle," added Ron. Draco moved his icepack away and attempted to glare at Ron although it came out more as a wince.

"Weasley, do you mind if I tell the story?" Ron held up his hands and shrugged.

"As I was saying," Draco stated. "They came up to me and he started saying things about how I was a fag and how I would let anyone ride me. He kept saying things along that line and then he stated shoving me. By that time the bell had rang it was only me and the other three. The two," at this Ron mouthed 'Crabbe and Goyle' to Harry so Draco didn't see, "didn't do anything, except say some comments. Then he started to punch me and the first punch took the wind out of me and I fell. After that he was kicking me and then punching again. It seemed to go on forever, but thankfully Weasley came by and he stopped him."

"Yeah," added Ron, he seemed to be bouncing in his seat as if he had been trying to hold back from speaking. "I had forgotten my homework in my locker so I was on my way to get it when I saw what Krum was doing. I shoved him and then threw him a good punch. I think he has detention for the next two weeks and is suspended from the first three games of the hockey season."

Harry didn't say anything else about the guy who had beat Draco up, but Harry shared a look with Ron that said this wouldn't be forgotten. Instead, he turned to Draco and held him close.

It had been a few days since the fight between Draco and Viktor Krum and although Draco's black eye was still visible it had lessened a great deal. The two were now in Musical Theatre, where, much to Draco's delight, the other day Mr. Lupin had finally announced that they would indeed be doing Fame for that year's musical. They were currently practicing dancing and choreography and Harry felt like he had two left feet. All the students were standing on the stage, attempting to do a simple dance that Mr. Lupin had been teaching them the past few days. He was slowly getting the hang of it and he took a moment to glance at Draco who was next to him. Draco was as graceful as ever and was having no problem moving around. His eyes moved to Lavender Brown, who was up front, and he had the urge to shove the girl off the stage. Although she hadn't gotten physical with Draco since she was, after all, a girl, her words and the rumors she spread were just as vicious as a punch would be.

One person who was an extremely gifted dancer was Blaise. Draco could dance with ease, but even he recognized that Blaise was a natural, just like how Harry thought Draco was a natural with acting.

"And now, to the right! One, two, three, swagger, annnnd turn!" called out Mr. Lupin. Harry finally had this part of the song down although it appeared like some people were still struggling with it. Harry smirked as he saw Berkley turn the other way and run into Lavender who cried out and smacked him on the arm.

"What are you smirking at over there?" Draco said. They had stopped for only a moment so Mr. Lupin could go turn the music on.

"Berkley looking like a total arse." Draco glanced over to where Berkley was standing and he too smirked.

"Not everyone can be as gifted as me," Draco said playfully.

"I think you mean me," Blaise said with a grin as he pulled an impressive move.

"Touché," said Draco with a nod of his head.

"Don't worry, you're still the star." Blaise's grin didn't fade as he spun away from Draco. The music started and Harry sighed, moving back in to place.

"I don't like shopping."

Harry thought he had made it clear the first time he stated it, but obviously it needed to be said again since Hermione clearly wasn't listening.

"That's not the point Harry. It's a good atmosphere and I want to spend more time with you and Draco. I can still tell he doesn't trust me. Although he has been friendlier to Ron." She sounded slightly put out by this fact, but Harry ignored it.

Hermione was trying to convince Harry to convince Draco that they should all go to the mall the upcoming Saturday.

"Besides," said Hermione, her voice sounding a little too bright. Harry thought this was her trying to be sly, but it didn't quite work out with the brunette. "Haven't you mentioned before you'd like to see Draco in jeans? I think I recall you saying his 'arse would look quite sexy' in them." Harry flushed at this, recalling the words that he had in fact said to Hermione once. He loved seeing Draco all dressed up, but he did want to see the boy in normal clothes – mainly jeans. He was sure if that ever happened he wouldn't be able to resist trying to cop a feel of his boyfriend.

"You're playing dirty," Harry accused. Hermione only raised her eyebrows and crossed her arms over her chest. Harry sighed. "Fine. I'll ask him, but if he says no don't say I didn't try."

"Fantastic! Well, I'll see you tomorrow then!" She gave him a wave as she turned around and walked towards the school's double doors. Harry grimaced at the thought of having to go shopping and he too exited the school where he found Draco waiting for him in the parking lot.

"Took you long enough!" Draco exclaimed. Harry smiled and pulled Draco closer, not caring at the moment if anyone saw them. The parking lot was virtually empty so it was highly doubtful that anyone was there, but one never knew if someone was lurking about.

He leaned down and kissed Draco, taking the other boy by surprise, but he responded to the kiss.

"Sorry, Hermione caught me on the way out."

"Oh, I see," said Draco, pulling back slightly. Hermione had been right that Draco had been friendlier to Ron – well, Draco at least said hello to him when Harry was with him or Hermione which was better than just the nod he used to receive. "She invited us to go to the mall with her on Saturday."

"The mall." It was a statement, not a question, and Harry felt his hopes rise at the tone of Draco's voice. Perhaps he wouldn't have to go shopping after all…

"I do need some new sweaters. My slate blue one was ruined in that fight and it was one of my favorites. I also need another pair of trousers…"

Harry internally sighed as he opened the door for Draco. It didn't look like he was going to be able to get out of this one after all, but maybe Hermione was right and he could convince Draco to buy some jeans and regular shirts. Maybe he could even model them for him. With that in mind Harry smiled, thinking that this upcoming shopping trip didn't look as bad as it had.

"How about this store?" Hermione offered.

They had already been at the mall for an hour and Draco had found two new sweaters and a new pair of trousers. As Hermione suggested the store Harry sent her a grateful look since it was most definitely a sweater and trouser free type of shop.

"Oh, alright," said Draco. "Are you looking for something in here?" he asked Hermione naively.

"Yes!" she lied. "I'm looking for a dress. Something to impress Ron with."

Draco blanched at this and Harry had to stifle back a laugh.

Upon entering the store their nostrils were overwhelmed with a strong scent of cologne and perfume while the bass of the music pounded through the speakers.

"I'll just be over here in the girls section!" Hermione called. She grinned at Harry and tilted her head towards the wall of men's jeans.

To say Draco stuck out was an understatement. He looked as if he had been taken out of a business meeting and promptly placed in the catalog of Abercrombie and Fitch. The two just didn't mix.

Harry grabbed Draco's arm, ignoring the stares of other shoppers and employees, and he led Draco to the wall of jeans.

"I need a new pair. What's your size?"

"Why would you need to know my size if you need a new pair?"

Harry resisted rolling his eyes. Sometimes Draco was too naïve and innocent for his own good. Although he was very talented with his tongue, so maybe not that innocent.

Harry silently reprimanded himself for his thoughts and turned towards his boyfriend.

"I bet you would look good in a pair. I've never seen you wear any." Draco cast Harry a doubtful look and he moved closer to the blonde. "I bet you look really sexy in them."

Draco blushed and looked around them to see if anyone had heard. Luckily nobody was by them at the moment and had overheard.

"Harry, I don't wear jeans. Mother always said they were too common."

"Oh, come on Draco. They're very comfortable and they are not 'too common' as your mother says. Are you saying I'm too common for you?"

Harry raised an eyebrow, feeling slightly guilty at his underhanded tactics, and Draco immediately began to tell Harry that wasn't what he meant.

"No! Of course not! If you really want me to I will, but I don't think I'll look good in them."

Harry grinned and motioned for Draco to move closer to the jeans.

"You know you'll look good so quit complaining. Now what's your size?"

Draco told Harry his size though he still seemed wary of the process. They chose different washes and as they were going to the dressing room Harry stopped.

"What about some of these shirts Draco?" He picked up a long-sleeve button up that came in solid colors and plaids. "They're casual, but still your style."

Draco shrugged and mumbled, "I suppose."

Harry bit his lip to keep from grinning and they both picked out several different shirts, along with a few other long sleeve shirts Harry was able to convince Draco to try on.

They finally made their way to the dressing room and Draco only hesitated for a moment before entering. It didn't take long before he walked out in a fitted pair of dark jeans and a blue, black, and white plaid shirt, looking nervous as he shifted from foot to foot.

Harry's mouth dropped a little and he thought Draco looked incredible.

"Draco – wow! Turn around!" Draco blushed and he did so, Harry not able to help the fact that he stared at Draco's bum in the fitted jeans. When Draco was facing him he gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. "You look amazing! Try on another outfit!"

Draco tried on several more when Hermione finally found them.

"How's it going?" she whispered.

"Great! He looks so hot. This was a brilliant idea."

Hermione said nothing, although her smug expression didn't need words.

Draco stepped out in his next outfit and he looked momentarily surprised when he saw Hermione.

"Oh! Hello," he said.

"Draco! You look great! I didn't think Harry had any style by the way he dresses, but apparently he does." Hermione and Draco grinned at this while Harry appeared to look put out, but the slightly upturned corners of his lips gave him away.

"Yes, he has done a good job. This is the last one." He turned around and after Harry and Hermione gave him their approval he re-entered the fitting room.

"Now," said Hermione, turning towards him, "you just have to convince him to wear it all to school."

Harry groaned, but he didn't think it would be as difficult as it seemed.

Draco was looking at himself in the mirror, examining the black jeans and royal purple button up he was currently wearing. He saw his boyfriend approach him and slide his arms around the blonde's waist.

"You look amazing," Harry murmured against Draco's neck before kissing it. "More so than usual I guess I should say."

Draco smiled, tilting his head slightly to the side to allow Harry more access to kiss him. Said boy's hands began to roam over Draco's shirt-clad chest and as they began to move lower towards the waistband of his jeans the blonde stiffened.

"Shit, I'm sorry, Draco." Harry stepped back so he was no longer touching the blonde and he ran his fingers through his hair. "I just got caught up and I didn't mean to."

Draco turned and Harry resisted looking at the mirror just to ogle Draco's arse.

"No, I should be the one sorry. I'm just nervous about going any further than kissing right now. It's all still new to me. I'm sorry. I know you must be disappointed."

"No," Harry said. He moved towards Draco and hugged the boy tightly. "You know I'd never push you to do anything you don't want to. Just tell me when you're ready. Like I said, we'll go slow, ok?"

Draco nodded, but didn't look up at Harry. "I'm sorry."

"Draco, don't apologize. Now come on, let's go show Sirius your new outfit." Harry gave Draco an encouraging smile before they both made their way downstairs.

September had faded into October and Halloween had quickly come to pass.

It was now November which meant that parts for the play would be assigned very soon. Draco, as always, was hoping for the lead role of Nick Piazza, a young aspiring actor. Harry knew he had to be in the play, but he didn't have any hopes for getting one of the other main male roles.

While they, or rather Draco, were waiting anxiously for the roles to be announced any day, Hermione had invited them both to the first playoff football game of the season.

"It's tomorrow," she told them as they walked out of their English class. "I have to go since Ron expects it of me and I really don't want to sit alone. Please say you'll come."

Harry suspected that even if he and Draco didn't go that Hermione would find people to sit with.

"It's going to be cold," complained Draco. "And neither Harry nor I even like football. Half of those jerks on the team want to stuff me in a locker still."

"Draco, they do not. They've left you alone all year," said Hermione.

"Perhaps, but many of them are friends with Krum."

It had been well over a month since the incident and Viktor Krum had been lying low since then. It wasn't that Harry had forgotten about it – there was no way he could have – he was just waiting for the right moment to confront the teen.

"He hasn't hurt you since, has he?" Hermione asked. They paused outside of Draco's locker where he was working the combination.

"Of course not. I haven't been sporting any new bruises or blood, have I? That doesn't mean the comments have stopped."

"What?"

It came out more harshly than Harry meant for it, but he was taken by surprise. Draco hadn't mentioned Krum antagonizing or saying things to him.

Both Hermione and Draco's eyes flickered towards the taller boy nervously. Draco opened his locker and began to ruffle through it. Harry knew it was an avoidance technique and he touched Draco's arm softly.

"Draco, why didn't you tell me?"

His tone was much gentler than initially and Draco stopped moving, looking up at his boyfriend.

"I didn't want to worry you. It's nothing I haven't heard before anyway and he hasn't tried to touch me."

"That's not the point. You don't deserve any of it, Draco. Next time it happens, please tell me."

Draco nodded and Harry leaned down to place a swift kiss on his lips. The blonde blushed, but he said nothing more about it.

Harry vowed that Viktor Krum would be dealt with. And soon.

"It's fucking cold," grumbled Harry. He, along with Hermione and Draco, were standing in the bleachers during the football game. It was cold enough to snow, but it had yet to do so. He was standing closely to Draco, his hands shoved in his black jacket. Draco shivered in his dark gray pea coat and moved closer to his boyfriend.

"Remind me why we're here again," the blonde whined.

"Look, it's almost half!" Hermione exclaimed from the other side of Harry.

"Meaning we have still have to freeze our arses off far longer than any of us want to," grumbled Harry, glancing at the scoreboard to see that there was only fifteen seconds left.

The crowd in the bleachers suddenly began to cheer as their team's quarterback threw the ball to a fellow teammate in the end zone. The guy caught the ball and began to run, dodging the other team in blue. The stands erupted into hollers and cheers as he scored and the band began to play an upbeat tune while the cheerleaders clapped their red and silver pom poms together.

"How about I go get some hot chocolate?" Draco offered. "There isn't a line quite yet. Would you like one Hermione?"

"Oh yes! That sounds wonderful!"

After the shopping trip to the mall Draco had slowly become warmer towards Hermione. He definitely wouldn't call them best friends, but Draco was friendly towards the girl and both Harry and Hermione were happy with that fact.

"Harry?"

"Just get a large one and I'll share it with you," he said. Draco gave him a small smile and excused himself as he passed by the other people in the stands.

"Draco's certainly opening up more! You know I heard Daphne Greengrass, Terry Boot, the new quarterback's girlfriend, admiring him the other day. And Terry didn't even say a thing! I also heard you and Draco went to the movies with Neville, Luna, Seamus, and his new girlfriend last weekend."

"Yeah, he's definitely come a long way."

Harry couldn't help but grin at the thought of his boyfriend and how much he had changed. Draco was more open now and he hardly wore his fancy clothes to school. He conversed with the other students and one hardly ever heard a bad word about him anymore. Except from Krum and his crew. And speaking of Krum…

Harry noticed Draco making his way back among the crowd with the two drinks in hand when Krum and his two lackeys, or rather fellow teammates, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle, were walking in the direction that Draco was coming from. Krum strode towards Draco, purposely hitting his body against Draco's shoulder, causing the drinks to tumble out of Draco's hand and splatter on the floor, over his clothes and several other passerby's'.

That was it. Harry had waited long enough. He ignored Hermione's shouts and the complaints of people as he pushed past them and down the stairs of the bleachers. Draco was still standing there while a girl who had been standing nearby offered him napkins, but he ignored her when he saw Harry coming towards them. Krum had only moved a few steps away from Draco when Harry gripped the back of the red lettermen jacket and pulled, causing Krum to turn around, a frown not even formed on his lips, before Harry punched him in the face. There were gasps from people who were standing nearby and Draco stood there, frozen in place. Crabbe and Goyle were too shocked to do anything and Harry continued to punch the other boy.

"Don't you ever fucking touch him again!" Harry shouted, anger oozing through every pore.

"What!" spluttered Krum. He attempted to shove at Harry, but missed due to the fact that he was wincing.

"You heard me!" Harry gripped the front of the taller and bulkier boy's jacket. "If you ever touch him again you'll regret ever doing so! I'll fuck you up so badly you won't set foot out of a hospital for months!"

Harry shoved the other boy away before punching him once more. He could hear Hermione's shouts accompanied by the shouts of Ron. He vaguely wondered when Ron got there since he was supposed to be with the other football players, but it was Draco who broke him out of his reverie.

"Harry," he said, somewhat forcefully to be heard above the noise surrounding them. "Harry, please stop. Let him go."

He knew his face was contorted in anger, but when Draco touched his arm it seemed to dissipate from his body and the tension was released.

"Let's go," said Draco quietly, his face etched with worry. With one last glance at Krum who was wiping blood away from his nose, he gripped Draco's hand and they made their way out of the stadium.

They were silent in the car as they drove to Harry's house. Harry was worried that Draco was either upset or angry with him, or even worse, both.

Draco pulled into Harry's driveway and turned off the engine.

"Draco," began Harry, turning towards his boyfriend. "I'm sorry. It's just he's had it coming and when I saw it happen I snapped and -,"

"Harry," Draco interrupted, looking at his boyfriend. Harry couldn't read the expression on Draco's face and he nervously ran his fingers through his hair. "Don't apologize. I don't think you should resort to violence, but thank you for sticking up for me. It's something that I'm still working on. Obviously." Draco gave a derisive snort at this and Harry reached over, pulling Draco's head towards his.

"I can't promise I won't pummel him to the ground in the future. But I'll try as long as he doesn't pull something like that again."

Draco smiled, leaning in even closer to Harry. "As long as you try."

After that it was open mouth kisses and tongues tasting each other, licking the inside of each other's mouths and causing both boys to moan.

"Harry," Draco said through deep breaths, gently pushing his hands against Harry's chest. "Maybe – maybe we can try something more." The gray eyed teen glanced at Harry to see green eyes entirely focused on him. "Just not in the car."

Harry laughed and pulled away. "We don't have to now if you don't want to."

"Oh," said Draco, sounded slightly disappointed. He turned away from Harry and shifted in his seat.

"I mean we can if you want to! Sirius is working the night shift tonight so he isn't home. I just wasn't sure…" Harry trailed off. He knew that this was a big step for Draco and he was trying to make the blonde feel as comfortable as possible. He hadn't realized that Draco meant right now, but he sure as hell wouldn't be complaining! "Let's go in and I can make us some hot chocolate to make up for the ones we didn't have."

He figured this was a good idea so Draco didn't have to worry about going any further right at that moment. The blonde nodded and they both exited the car, walking towards the house.

Inside the house Harry set about making hot chocolate by pulling out two mugs, cocoa, and milk. Draco sat at the island in the middle and watched his boyfriend move at ease. After Harry had finished making the hot chocolate they moved to the living room and Harry turned on the television. Neither were thinking too much about their drink or what exactly they were supposed to be watching.

"Draco, do you want to, er, I dunno," began Harry. He felt awkward, and he had never felt awkward around Draco before.

"Maybe we should just wait, Harry. Let it happen naturally?" Draco voiced what Harry was thinking and he felt relieved that the awkwardness seemed to evaporate, but he also felt somewhat disappointed that things probably wouldn't further anymore that night.

"Alright," said Harry, finally moving closer to Draco. He pulled the blonde towards him so that Draco's body was draped across his, then he put an arm around his waist so it was resting on the other teen's stomach and Draco settled his arm over Harry's.

In the back of Harry's mind he kept thinking about the fact that Draco was ready to go further than just kissing. The kissing was fantastic, but Harry wished he could touch Draco because the pale skin drove him crazy, taunting Harry whenever he saw it. Add to the fact that Draco kept shifting and it was becoming nearly impossible to not think about touching his boyfriend.

He knew that Draco had said they should 'just wait' and 'let it happen naturally', but Harry was feeling that this was all happening naturally. If the blonde didn't move soon Harry was positive he was going to feel something and Harry wasn't quite sure Draco was ready to go that far yet.

He lightly began to rub circles on Draco's stomach and he felt the blonde still before relaxing once more. Slowly his hands inched downwards until they slipped under Draco's shirt. He was surprised that Draco only tensed slightly and he continued to feel smooth warm skin underneath his fingers. Hands continued their journey upwards, moving towards Draco's chest, until the button up shirt restricted his access so he ran his hands back down once more. He reached for the bottom button on Draco's shirt and paused, not sure if he should go any further.

"Go ahead," Draco whispered. His voice was lower than normal and almost raspy. Harry gave a jolt, wanting, no needing, to see his boyfriend. Deftly, Harry scooted out from under Draco until the blonde was lying on the couch and Harry was straddled over him.

"Ok?" he asked, his hands resting on the bottom button of Draco's shirt.

Draco looked at him from under his lashes where they fluttered as he nodded. Harry's already hard cock grew impossibly harder and he began to unbutton the shirt.

With each button that came undone Harry placed a soft kiss, causing Draco to moan quietly. He could easily see the bulge in Draco's pants, but he didn't touch it, not wanting to disrupt what was already occurring.

Once all the buttons were undone Draco leaned forward so Harry could take the shirt off, discarding it on the floor.

"What about you?" Draco asked quietly. Harry momentarily stopped and pulled his t-shirt over his head before kneeling between Draco's knees on the bed and running his hands up the blonde's sides, causing said teen to shiver.

"Harry," Draco moaned. Harry didn't know how he could grow harder at the moment, but he did at the sound of Draco's voice saying his name.

He fingered the waistband of Draco's pants, his finger running over the button as he looked up at Draco.

"Can I?" The blonde nodded and closed his eyes while Harry, with shaky hands, undid the buttons and the zipper. Draco lifted his hips up so Harry could slide the pants off and once he did he quickly took his own jeans off.

"Are you sure?" Harry asked as he eyed the bulge in Draco's boxer-briefs. Draco nodded again and Harry let his hands settled on the slightly protruded, pale hipbones above the waistband. He took a deep breath, not sure why he was so nervous; perhaps it was because he didn't want to scare or disappoint Draco.

The boxer-briefs slowly came off until Draco was finally naked. Harry couldn't resist touching the rosy pink and hard cock, eliciting a gasp from the blonde. He gripped the thick length and gave a gentle pull and Draco groaned.

"Harry. Please. Take off yours too."

He quickly shed his jeans and took off his own boxer-briefs before once more straddling Draco, their cocks touching each other.

"Oh, God," choked Draco, his head rolling to the side as his hips jerked upwards. He grasped Draco's cock and began moving his hand, causing the other boy to groan.

When Draco's shaky hands nervously grasped his own, his eyes opened in surprise and pleasure, not expecting Draco to touch him like he was to Draco. And then Draco's finger ran across his slit and he hissed out in pleasure.

"Fuck!" he shouted. "Do that again."

Draco's own eyes fluttered open and their eyes locked as their hands moved.

"Kiss me," said Draco breathily and Harry leaned down, greedily accepting Draco's kiss.

Harry felt himself growing close and he pulled away, trying to warn the blonde.

"Draco, I -," but he lost words when he felt Draco come against him, causing himself to come undone.

Harry collapsed on top of his boyfriend, momentarily wondering if he was crushing the smaller boy beneath him and not caring that there was a sticky mess between them. Draco's hand was carding through his unruly and slightly damp hair from the sweat and he felt his eyes close. He felt so content lying here with Draco and he knew in his heart, despite them only dating a short period of time, that he loved the blonde beneath him.