Forgive Me

By: KaKaVegeGurl

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Chapter 7 - Like a Man

The next morning Harry couldn't hide his excitement in seeing Draco Malfoy, he had an almost literal skip in his steps and the widest smile painted across his face. Things in their life couldn't get much worse, with most of the Slytherins down Draco's throat and Ron constantly trying to start fights with Harry, but he couldn't help his happiness that had carried on from the day before.

The thought of Draco's lips on his, of the Slytherin being attracted to him made, Harry both happy, and nervous. Harry had always been one too obvious for others with his feelings, Cho Chang and then Ginny. Being nervous with them was expected, because he hadn't really been into them, the kissing had all been forced and unusual for him. Harry had always been the dominant one there as well, it was just what he did, and he accepted the role.

Harry wasn't a virgin, not by a long shot, he'd been with people; plenty of people. He'd kissed and sexed, went down on them, more then he'd like to admit.

He was comfortable with both genders. He was comfortable with what he could do to them, and he was comfortable and confident with himself.

But Draco Malfoy, that was something completely different. Harry had thought of him that way, imagined them both that way together, but he had never hoped. Never expected them to be able to be... Intimate.

The mental images made him shiver. The reality made him sweaty and he had to control his self. Because Draco had kissed him.

The one person he wanted, thought he couldn't have, and now he could. He couldn't wait much longer. Draco was naive about his feelings, but Harry wasn't, it was his job to close the distance.

Harry's life had been full of his aunt and uncle, and his cousin Dudley, that had made it more like hell. But it had never wavered his hopes and dreams. Maybe made him insecure in his ability to keep friends and relationships, sure, but it didn't stop him from being who he was.

He accepted early that not everything was 'happily ever after'. Some times, most of the time, it wasn't. It was far from it.

Relationships never really lasted forever, and he could live with that. He could live with just the first and only kiss from Draco if he had to. If the blond didn't find him interesting enough to stick around. That was fine.

But Harry hoped that it would work out. He was serious when he said he didn't think his feelings for Draco were the kiddy kind. He really could love Draco, maybe.

However, first he had to actually get Draco. He had to let the blond know how he felt.

It surprised Harry and Hermione when Draco kissed him because Draco was the only one that didn't know how Harry felt back. He had kissed Harry on just some kind of whim. Maybe he picked up on it when Harry had said he was 'gorgeous', maybe not. But either way he sure had balls.

Harry had been ready to do it first, with complete confidence in knowing already that Draco had liked him. He had waited so far hadn't he? Unknowing and not even being able to imagine it happening, but even if he had he wouldn't have gotten up enough courage to kiss Draco without knowing first. Harry would have to show Draco how he felt. Maybe Draco was nervous about seeing him now, but he didn't have to be.

Harry waited for Draco after Lunch that day, they both had a free period then and he had a good idea of a way to spend it.

Draco walked confidently from the Great Hall, his arm was completely healed now and his busted eyebrow was nothing but a soft pink scar. His short hair was slightly wind swept and his robes were loose, his shirt untucked and his tie untied.

Harry walked up behind him again and reached out to touch the blond's shoulder like he had the day before.

The blond didn't attack this time, but he did flinch a bit, and his hand went to his pocket, but he didn't pull his wand out.

"Harry," he smiled as he turned to the Gryffindor.

Harry smirked, "You have some free time?"

"I do."

"I don't want you falling behind in your homework," Harry said, "but I'd like to talk to you for a bit." Yeah, talk, that was it.

Draco raised his brows, not looking nervous and Harry had to wonder how he had so much confidence. Wasn't he afraid that Harry would be upset?

Harry put his hand out to signal them to walk forward, he watched Draco closely, gauging his feelings, his confidence, and his nervousness.

But Draco wasn't nervous. Despite being unknowing and having been the one to kiss first, Draco showed no signs of regret or fear. He walked proudly, if anything.

Harry couldn't help but respect it, and it made him want Draco more. When they reached a dead enough corridor Harry took Draco's hand and pulled them both into an empty room. He spelled the door shut.

He didn't want to say anything, so when Draco started to speak he simply walked forward and mashed their lips together.

The blond was taken by complete surprise, but he wasn't complaining. He was being pushed backwards until his feet hit something and he fell onto something soft.

Harry pulled from the kiss, feeling the same heat he had from before. He started kissing down the blond's neck.

Draco couldn't help but moan and ran his hands through Harry's hair. He was half expecting to be scolded when they came into this room, but this was far better. He smirked and let Harry suck down hard on his neck.

He reached a hand behind them to find out what they'd fallen on, but what he felt was weird, so he looked back to see clothes. They were laying on a pile of clothes, clean ones, but clothes still, old robes from the look of it. Used and possibly discarded.

Draco shrugged inwardly and turned back to Harry, the raven-haired boy was kissing his neck at first and then moved up to quiet Draco when he started to speak again. Draco felt Harry's hands tugging on his shirt and that was when he started feeling nervous.

He broke the kiss, "Harry–"

The Gryffindor was kissing down his chest and put a hand over Draco's mouth to quiet him.

Draco reached up and took Harry's hand in his, he kissed his knuckles and chuckled, "Harry," he tried again but got a steely gaze from Harry that time.

"Do you mind?" Draco asked softly, he pulled Harry up to face him and kissed Harry, he pushed them over so that he was on top now and continued kissing Harry. He pushed them against each other flush, and let out a shaky breath.

Harry stared up at him as the blond started kissing him again.

Draco kissed Harry's lips until they were swollen, he kissed the dark-haired boy's temple, his forehead, and his cheeks. But he was acting much slower then Harry imagined.

When Harry grinded against him to try and speed things up the blond pulled back in shock.

"What are you trying to do?"

Harry sighed, figuring he probably had to say something at this point, "You're going too slow, can't we just quick this? We'll be late for class."

"'Quick' this?" Draco asked, confused.

"Yeah," Harry said, "You know... go faster?"

Draco pulled back even farther and stared down at Harry, the look stilled the Gryffindor completely, "Go faster with what, exactly?"

Harry shrugged, "With whatever we're doing?"

"What are we doing, Harry?" Draco asked with a raised brow and a suggestive voice.

"Gee, I dunno. Sex?" Harry guessed.

"No." Draco stood up, still staring at him, "A quick snog is fine. But I'm not ready to go any further with you."

"Why not?" Harry almost whined.

Draco straightened his shirt, "What do you think I am? Some kind of whore?"

Harry shook his head, "No of course not, but you've bedded plenty already. We can't just have a quickie, I'm dying here."

"No, we can't."

"Why not?"

The blond stared at him and rolled his eyes, "I'm just now trying to be myself, Harry. If there's anything I know it's that I want to take this slow."

"It's just sex."

"It's not just sex, Harry!" Draco shouted at him.

Harry frowned and stared up at him, "So you can sleep with Pansy, and Blaise, and a few Ravenclaws, but Harry's off limits? You're disgusted in me, is that it?"

"Oh Merlin, what are you? A woman?" Draco growled, "I want you and me to be right. And if you want this to be a serious relationship then you need to start taking me seriously."

"I am, and I'm getting a big nothing from it," Harry stood up, "I don't want to take time. I don't want you talking to me while we're doing it. It can just be quiet, and then we can both enjoy it."

"Enjoy it?" Draco started buttoning up his shirt, "That's not enjoying. I want to hear your voice, look into your eyes. I want it to be right."

Harry moved to Draco to try and calm him down, "Come on, Draco. A roll would probably do you good."

"A roll!" Draco wasn't calming and Harry moved to kiss him but Draco shoved him back so hard that Harry lost his balance and fell onto the clothes again.

"I don't want a roll, Harry," Draco backed away more and walked to the door, "Come to me when you've matured, and you want a real relationship. Not some stupid fan boy fling where you have a quickie here and there. I'm not that. I'm a man and you'll treat me like one."

Harry watched as Draco left the room and sighed. Why does the only person he thought wouldn't take sex seriously take it more seriously?

When Draco got out of the room he had to fight back the tears. He stood against the door for a moment to collect his self before he walked off briskly down the hallway. He didn't stop until he was in the Slytherin dorms.

Soaking wet Pansy walked up to him where he was sitting, she looked unhealthy, still wet from the day before.

"Draco?" She said, "Are you alright?"

"Not particularly."

Pansy frowned, "What happened? I saw you walking off with Harry earlier, it can't have been that bad, could it have?"

"Why do you think I had sex with him?" Draco raised a brow, "Do people really think I'm that easy?"

"I didn't mean sex," Pansy laughed and looked Draco up and down, "Merlin, Draco. I know you too well to think sex, you know that."

Draco stared at her.

"Did he?" She asked.

Draco bowed his head, looking down at his hands in his lap.

Pansy's eyes widened, "He didn't try to rape you, did he?"

"No," Draco laughed and sighed, "Do you think I'd be this calm if he did? No, he just expected it."

"Sex?"

"Yes, Merlin, stop saying the word," Draco swallowed, "It's making me sick just thinking about it."

Pansy rolled her eyes, "Did you ever think that it might not be that bad?"

"No."

"Well, from what I've done, it hasn't been that bad so far."

"You're a virgin too, what do you know?"

Pansy glared at Draco, "Not too loud, besides, you can't say anything either. But I've stepped on a few bases. Even oral, and it was very nice."

Draco raised a brow, "With who?"

"Secrets," Pansy smiled.

Draco shook his head, "I'd think Hufflepuff, but they probably don't have the nerve to get that far, if I don't."

"So Harry, he thought you'd already had sex?"

"Stop saying it."

"Sorry,' Pansy laughed, "I forgot."

"Yeah, he thought I'd done it with quite a few people," Draco said, "You, and Blaise. And maybe a few others. I just... I want it to be right."

"I know." Pansy put her hand on his arm.

Draco sighed, "But I don't think he'll come around to my way of thinking, ever. He seems intent on the thought of it being quiet and just... Done."

Pansy nodded, "It sounds like he's had his share."

Draco growled and got up, he walked to a wall nearby and sighed, "I don't want that. I don't want to be one of his cast offs. I'm better then that."

"You are."

Draco agree, "I am, and I want it to be time consuming. Perfect."

"Nobody's first time is perfect, I imagine."

"Why not?"

"Because one of you is new to it."

"I guess," Draco whispered and Pansy almost didn't hear him, "I never thought that he would already have... Slept with so many people."

Pansy shrugged, "I'm sure that makes a few of us."

"Yeah," Draco nodded, he figured the best way to find out if Harry thought he was worth it would be to give him just a bit of what he wanted, but not enough to give the Gryffindor the idea of sex. Just a relationship.

"Will he ever come around to my way of thinking?" Draco sighed and took a seat.

"If he's a man and not a boy, sure."

Ending Notes:

Whew, so Draco just wants a real, committed relationship. Will Harry be able to? Or will he think it's just a waste of time? He did say he loved Draco. Wait until the next chapter to find out!

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