Harry eyed the blond briefly as he downed a good half of his butterbeer, sighing before doing the same. The two stood in a somewhat contemplative silence as they waited for the potion to take effect, both nervous in their own right.
"So Potter . . ." Draco said, furrowing his brows at the light feeling he suddenly felt, "are you gay?"
Harry glared at the blond, pursing his lips in stubbornness though he knew it was futile, he didn't exactly have the option of not answering.
"Yes" he mumbled reluctantly, scowling at Draco's proud smirk. "You've been . . . flirting with me lately, what are you playing at?"
Draco blinked at the unexpected question but the smirk still graced his lips nonetheless. "I'm not playing at anything, though I do hope to get the privilege of playing with something soon."
Harry blushed at the obvious implication, flush darkening at the pointed look the Slytherin gave to his crotch.
Harry's eyes narrowed, "why me?"
Draco flopped back onto his bed, sighing before he glanced up at Harry. "You're sexy, smart, funny, brave though sometimes stupidly so, devious, and . . . you. I don't know, I just do." Draco said, a little unnerved about how much he had let slip. He only hoped Harry wouldn't ask too many prying questions.
Apparently Harry didn't have the same mindset,"What do you want from me?"
Draco pursed his lips at the question, he knew honesty would make him look like a love struck pansy, but his natural Slytherin traits were deserting him with the overpowering effects of the veritaserum. Sitting up he met Harry's eyes with a small shrug, "Everything."
Emerald eyes widened, the Gryffindor completely unprepared for that answer. "I, um . . ."
Draco stood, locking eyes with a stuttering Harry as he walked up to him, stopping to stand a mere inch away from the younger teen, their breaths mingling. "What do you want Harry?"
Harry looked away, nervous. "I'm not sure."
The Slytherin leaned in, their lips ghosting together with every word he spoke, "What do you want, now?"
Harry swallowed, emerald eyes glancing up to lock with silver, "you"
That was all the invitation Draco needed. Moving the rest of the distance he mashed their lips together in a needy kiss. Harry's lips parted willing for Draco's tongue, one hand coming up to grip tightly at the Slytherin's shirt as the other tangled in silky blond locks.
Draco took the chance to eagerly explore Harry's wet cavern, hands gripping the younger teen's waist to pull him closer. Their tongues slid together in a passionate dance, breathy moans spilling from desperate lips as they kissed. Draco smiled into the kiss as Harry let out a small whimper, opening his mouth wider for Draco's plundering tongue.
The two pulled away, reluctantly, panting for breath as they rested their foreheads together.
"What just happened" Harry breathed out, eyes fluttering shut as Draco peppered his face with open mouthed kisses.
Draco smirked, lightly nibbling on the raven haired teen's ear making him shiver. "I think it's called a kiss."
Harry leaned back, taking a calming breath. "No I mean, Draco, it's us?"
"Exactly" Draco said, raising a pale eyebrow.
"This shouldn't be happening."
Draco frowned, "Why not, why shouldn't this be happening Harry?" he challenged.
"I don't know" he answered honestly.
"Do you not want this?"
"No, I do" Harry said, both a bit shocked by the insistence in his own voice, "it's just . . ."
"Just what?"
"I'm . . ." Harry took a shuddering breath to collect himself, having no choice but to answer, "I'm scared."
Draco stared at him, noticing the uncertainty in his gaze, he sighed, wrapping his arms around the Gryffindor's waist, "Don't be" Draco murmured, brushing their lips together in a gentle kiss as he moved them backwards. Harry's knees buckled as they hit the back of the Slytherin's bed, sending the two crashing down onto the soft mattress, never separating.
"Draco" Harry breathed as they separated for air, the Slytherin trailing kisses from his lips, down his jaws, to his neck, sucking harshly at a rather soft spot making the Gryffindor gasp.
Draco smiled against the tender flesh of Harry's neck, his hand ghosting down the length of the raven haired teen's body, sliding between his robes and stopping to unbutton the first few buttons of his shirt.
"I want you" Draco murmured hotly into Harry's ear. Harry moaned in reply, bringing their lips together for another kiss as Draco's hand moved further down to the waistband of his jeans, unbuttoning them before hesitating over the zipper. Harry bit his lip, unsure of how far he wanted to go.
However the decision was made for him as there was a knock on the door, making the two jump apart in surprise.
"Draco, are you in here? Open the damn door!" Goyle said irritably, pounding on said door.
"Are you a bigger idiot that I originally thought" Came Blaise's voice from the other side of the oak as well, "it's locked for a reason!" he hissed.
Draco smirked, thankful of his friends attempt at saving the moment, but alas it was truly ruined. He scowled; Goyle really did have tremendously horrible timing.
He frowned as Harry shifted awkwardly, glancing at him briefly before looking down as soon as their eyes met, coughing.
"Harry?" Draco asked, dreading whatever second thoughts he knew the Gryffindor was having.
"I um . . . I'm going to leave" Harry said, hating that the veritaserum left him unable to give a reasonable excuse.
"Harry, don't." Draco said standing, pointedly ignoring the repeated knocks and arguing on the other side of the door. "Look, please don't have the second thoughts I know that noble but unreasonably rash Gryffindor head of yours is coming up with."
"Draco . . ." Harry said quietly, trailing off as he didn't know what to say.
Draco placed a gentle hand on his cheek, smiling slightly as Harry leaned into the soothing touch. "Do you regret it?"
Harry closed his eyes, "No"
"Good" Draco said, allowing a grin to grace his features as he leaned down to place a light kiss on rosy lips.
"I'll see you tomorrow?" Harry asked more than stated, to which he received a nod from the blond. Smiling he opened the door, stepping past an apologetic but amused looking Blaise and a grumbling Goyle, quickly making his way down the stairs and out of the Slytherin common room.
"Someone looks happy" Blaise said with a smirk.
Draco merely returned the smirk with one of his own before flopping back down on his bed. He knew he had made progress, but wasn't foolish enough to think the Gryffindor was his yet. But one thing he was sure of, he had definitely staked his claim on the teen, the mark that would show up on his neck the next morning would surely be proof enough of that. The weaslette better watch her back.
AN: Sorry I couldn't post this sooner but the site was being a jerk, and then I lost internet access, not to mention a minor case of writer's block. Anyways, I hope you all liked this!
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