A/n: [PastelHair!Draco/Dom!Draco/Pierced!Harry] Guys, HUGE SHOUT OUT TO MY BETA. This person is legit amazing and I already dig them! Thanks:D ~kiz
Warnings: Depression, drinking Rated: MA.
A/U. DracoxHarry. I don't own Harry Potter, how does the image of Draco making Harry scream make you feel though? Good? Got it!
"Do I get the gold chariot? Do I float through the ceiling? Do I divide and pull apart?" - Jesus Christ, Brand New
"It's lonely," Harry groaned from the couch, he was talking to Kreacher and the elf was doing everything in his power to ignore the man as he walked around the house, "why'd he go back?" Kreacher looked over unsure if he should answer or not and decided against it making a beeline for the door when Harry caught him with a glance, "Kreacher?"
"I don't know, Harry," he sighed, "why didn't you ask him?"
"I didn't think he'd really go," Harry admitted and flopped back over giving the elf leeway to leave. Draco had only been gone a few hours, maybe 4. He left early Monday morning without a good-bye and only left a note that said: see you Friday, Potter. Don't drink too much please.
So when Harry woke he was utterly alone, save the elf. And already four hours later he was going crazy. I'll write him, he thought and jumped up, hurrying upstairs to the library. He took his time pulling out the paper, the letter already forming in his mind as he sat down and got to writing.
Why did you leave?
He stared at the paper, crumpled it up and sighed. I don't need to be this person! I got through 17 years of my life without him, I don't need him here now. Granted he had grown used to having him around and more than that he liked having him around. He loved having him around. He wanted nothing more than to be able to go running out of the room and right at him and hug him. Just at the thought he blushed.
Harry pulled his lip ring into his mouth with a slow suck, a shiver coursed through his body starting at his shoulders and ending right there between his hips. He had the absolute intention of the two of them getting down to it this weekend but they had ended up sharing a different type of emotional weekend. One that involved a lot of oversharing, a lot of personal sharing.
Not that Harry didn't appreciate it, of course he did. He understood his Malfoy better, now, way better. He understand that anger that came with him, and the controlling nature he always wore. The way Draco didn't like other people even looking at him, the way Draco shied away from close contact and hid himself and kept his distance.
It all made sense, it was all pieced together and Harry felt comfortable with the information. It meant he could take care of his Draco better. He could make things a small bit easier for the man, for his boyfriend boyfriend. He could ease his doubts and be there for him.
He could focus on comforting Draco rather than the thoughts he had in his mind. He could focus on the fact Draco needed him rather than the fact he needed to address his own situation. He could... well, he could forget his shit. 4 hours down, going strong but how he planned on getting through the next 110 hours, or so, he wasn't sure. At all.
Harry picked up the quill and smoothed out a piece of fresh parchment, I miss you. Already. Xx Harry.
The rest of the day was just as long as the first four hours and by bed time Harry was a mess. Currently he was staring at his flask and pacing back and forth in his bedroom. I can do this.
No, you can't.
He cringed from the thought, it wasn't even his own voice that answered. It was.. Voldemort's, he knew it and after another hiss sounded he pressed his hand to his head. To his newest scar, it had healed up slightly only a little bit of a scab now and with a push he rubbed at the scab feeling it give way and a moment later a trickle of blood slid down his temple. Ahh. He breathed out and sagged back with a step.
In his right hand was Draco's response, not at all what Harry thought it would be. And if he was honest he was hurt by it, Calm down Potter. It's only five days.
That was it, nothing else. Harry knew he shouldn't have sent the owl, but he had and that was all he got in response. Not even a signature. Just 7 simple words that Harry could hear in his head. Harry could hear how absolutely annoyed Draco sounded as he wrote it, how he rolled his eyes, and didn't even care enough to sign it with his name.
He felt pathetic.
You are pathetic. His thoughts answered and he pushed harder with his left hand on the scar feeling more blood spill over the split skin. There it was, just forget. You can't forget me Potter.
"Ugh!" Harry screamed and threw his hands out, chucking Draco's note away before gripping the flask in his hand tightly and taking a long drink. It wasn't until the burn in his throat stopped aching that he finally pulled the flask back and when he did he breathed out heavily, letting out a quiet sigh before falling to the bed.
He grabbed his wand and muttered a cleaning charm on his forehead. He could still feel it bleeding and after trying the healing charm he had a faint memory of Pomfrey saying something about 'dark wounds don't heal' and tossed his wand away in annoyance.
It'll just have to bleed. He thought darkly and at the thought of it his mind went to Severus. As much as he didn't want it to - it did. He could see the man in his mind, dying, begging for him to approach. You have your mother's eyes. He had said, holding his face. Harry shut his own eyes and proceeded to pour more Fire Whisky down his throat.
Pastel hair, he started before taking another drink, gray eyes. My Draco.
He could see him in his mind, he could see the man shaking his head at him. He could practically hear his disgust, Merlin Potter, think you could manage a day without me? He flinched at the thought, he wanted to retort but couldn't think of anything to say so instead he took another drink. You're so needy.. and you wonder why I left, hm? Pathetic Potter.
Harry growled in anger, raising off the bed, "fuck you Malfoy!" He snapped at no one in particular, obviously since he was alone, and went walking to the library pulling out a piece of parchment as he slugged back another drink. "I'll show you!"
"Harry wrote again," Blaise smirked at his friend, nodding towards the owl that was swooping down to land.
"How's he doing?" Hermione asked quietly from where her head rested on Blaise's shoulder. Draco had a feeling a little bit more than conversation had happened in that abandoned classroom Friday night*. He shrugged and reached out grabbing the letter from the owl, trading him a piece of bacon.
Mundane Malfoy was written in the middle before it was scratched out, and Dumb Draco was scribbled below it. Draco looked at the paper in question before opening it. The first thing he noticed was the few drops of blood, the second thing was the length. It was a fair bit longer than his sentimental sentences yesterday at dinner. Which admittedly Draco loved, it made his whole shitty day better.
"Is that blood?" Pansy asked with a point, "Draco, what's it say?"
"I'm about to read it," he snapped and scanned the first sentence.
I don't need you Draco!
"He's mad about something," Draco mumbled, "'I don't need you Draco! Calling me pathetic? I'll bloody show you pathetic! I'll have you know I did just fine without you before and I don't need you now. I can manage more than a day without you, I can manage years. I already have. 17 of them!'"
Draco paused as he read the jumbled writing, "what is he talking about?" Hermione asked, having stood now and peering over the paper as he read, "Malfoy?"
"I don't know, I wasn't with him last night was I? I was here!" Draco answered before he continued, "'I can hear you in there, fuck you! You're a bloody prat. Years, Malfoy! Bloody years without you, I don't need you now!'" Draco shook his head, "I have to go." He said suddenly getting to his feet, "it's like before."
"Before?" Ron asked, looking up when Draco stood, "what are you talking about?"
"Before me, like him hearing Voldemort.. I'll let you know how he is," he added and hurried up towards the head table, the other four watching him worriedly. "Professor," he stood in front of the table, glancing at the others, "hey, uh, I need to get to Potter." He knew his voice shook as he said it, and he watched her face go from annoyance to worry within a second, "so, uhm, I don't know when I'll be back."
"Of course," she nodded and stood up, "come on, you can use my Floo." Draco and her hurried out of the Great Hall.
When he came to in the middle of the living room he found the whole place quiet, before a loud pop made him cringe and he saw Kreacher staring at him with two wide eyes, "I tried to calm him down," he said quietly, "but he sent the letter anyway."
"Where is he?"
"Upstairs," Kreacher answered in a quiet voice, "he hasn't been to sleep yet but he's not drinking anymore, I managed to get him to stop."
"Is he okay?" Draco sighed as he took a step forward, "I shouldn't have left him," he added as an afterthought.
"Remission is expected," Kreacher tried, but Draco knew it was just for something to say, he could tell when he looked over and saw Kreacher's worry.
"He'll be fine, I'll make him go back this time," Draco added not really believing himself but he said it anyway because just as much as Kreacher was looking for something to say so was he. Kreacher and him were outside the Library now and Draco glanced over at the elf, "he going to hex me?"
"He doesn't have his wand, he left it in the bedroom."
Draco knocked on the door, and waited, "go away Kreacher!"
"You going to open this door, Potter, or am I going to have to?"
"Draco?" Harry's voice was loud even behind the door and then the door was being thrown open and Draco saw him. He was bleeding, or had been. The dry blood was trickling down the side of his head, a few drops on his chest, Harry had his lip ring in his mouth, tugging at it as he stared.
Draco quirked a brow, "well?"
"Why are you here?"
"You were begging for attention," Draco answered, trying to keep his composure and took a step into the room before he shut the door behind him. Harry stared quietly, his face shading, "so here I am."
"I was drunk... I didn't mean to send that."
"You did mean to send it," Draco reached into his pocket and held out a hangover cure, "drink it."
Harry did, his hand gave a small shake as he reached for the potion and drank it, "thanks."
"I think I left pretty simple instructions, Potter, why couldn't you have just followed them?"
Harry sneered, "piss off."
"That wasn't nice," Draco sighed and stepped closer, closing the distance between the two, "why do you do this?"
"Why'd you leave me?"
"I don't think they're related," Draco answered, "and I didn't leave you, Potter. I went to school."
"Without me."
"Were you going to come?" The Slytherin asked, his eyebrow arched and he watched the man in front of him struggle for an answer, "I didn't think so. I think the more important question is why did you leave me? Why didn't you want to come back?"
"I hate that place," Harry shook his head, "we've already talked about this."
Draco chuckled softly, quietly and reached out taking Harry by the chin, "what do you need, Potter?"
"I need you to kiss me."
Harry always wanted that, he barely ever wanted anything other than that. Ever. It was all he could think about the moment Draco looked at him, that and very little else. Nothing was better than being kissed by Draco Malfoy, in his opinion. Very little. It had been so long, or at least it felt like it had been. A whole entire day, and granted the two had gone longer without kissing Harry couldn't pretend it didn't feel worse this time.
Draco leaned forward and pressed his lips to Harry in a small, sweet peck. "All good?"
"No," Harry shook his head, "I need more."
"You always need more."
Harry smiled, glancing down, "Draco."
"Harry," the man answered, "I need you to do something for me."
"Anything?"
"I need you to come back with me," Draco studied him as he spoke, "because I need you with me, there, I need you to be there and near me. I need you within eyesight, I need you sleeping next to me at night and I need you pissing me off in Potions and avoiding your coursework to read some book."
"No," Harry sighed, "I can't do that."
"What you can do is tell me what you need, Potter, that's what you can do like I just did."
"Draco!" Harry cried out in annoyance stepping back, "I need you here with me! I need you with me, I need you to be near me, and sleeping next to me and pissing me off with stupid conversations like this and.. I don't know, you pretending like you don't know what I'm really asking for."
"What are you asking for?"
"You," Harry breathed out, "you, just like I have been all weekend."
Draco thought back to Sunday, the two of them spending the day together - awkwardly, he'd admit it. He had been an awkward arse, he had avoided getting too close and being too much because he had been embarrassed with himself. He thought back to Harry walking around practically naked, Harry lounging around the house like he owned the place - and he did, sure, but he didn't have to act like it!
And Harry even offering to share his shower with Draco, and Harry who had started touching himself in the shower when Draco stood there contemplating. Harry who was attempting to push boundaries, and Merlin did Draco find it so attractive. So absolutely, 100% sexier than anything in the whole entire world. But he had hid from it all day and left without a goodbye.
"You didn't sleep last night?"
"I couldn't," Harry took the seat at the desk, hunching forward against his knees, "I kept hearing him." And as he said that he ran his hand over his scar with a small probe, "whatever."
Draco quietly watched his boyfriend and then with a heavy sigh he loosened his tie undoing it, "Harry," he started pulling his tie over his head, "why don't we take a shower?"
When Harry looked at him Draco was unbuttoning his shirt, the black button up was not tucked in and Draco was moving his fingers deftly over the buttons, "hm?"
"A shower," Draco said again, dragging his eyes over the other man, "you need to get cleaned up."
"O-oh," Harry nodded, and stayed still just watching. He had a course of nerves push through his body and he bit his bottom lip as he studied Draco.
Who was watching Harry flick his lip ring, the ring sliding through his skin, it was almost unnoticeable but Draco saw it, "now would be ideal."
"Right," Harry jumped up stumbling over his feet, which Draco pretended not to see but found adorable, and stepped to the door pulling it open, "a shower."
Draco followed pulling his undershirt out as he walked and when the two were in the bathroom together he started to undress completely, laying his shirt over the large sink and with nervous breath he closed his eyes and pulled his undershirt off. His last line of defense. Harry stared at the man, his mouth open and his face shading as his eyes roamed over the other's body, "Harry, you have to focus," Draco spoke up and Harry blinked jerking back realizing the man was much closer than just a moment ago.
Is he touching me?! Harry realized he was in fact, Draco's fingers wrapped around the waistband of his shorts about to pull them down. "Don't!" He screamed, much louder than he intended, and swatted at Draco's hands, "please don't!"
"What?" Draco smiled, he had seen. How could he not?
"I'm uh... hold on." Harry turned around and shut his eyes, trying to think of anything other than the fact Draco was practically naked in front of him. Hagrid... beard... I wonder how Draco wou- Harry blew out his breath, his eyes still tightly shut and he shook his head, uh... anything but, oh Ron. He nodded, Ron and his red hair and.. hell, he's really filled out la-. Oh no, stop. "Maybe this wasn't a good idea!" Harry said over his shoulder, to see an amused Draco looking at him as he leaned against the counter.
"What were you doing?"
"Trying to distract myself," Harry admitted through a quiet voice.
"From?"
"You!"
Draco smirked, "what was it you thought of?"
"Hagrid."
Draco blinked, clearly not expecting that, "and that didn't work?" He was a little offended if he was honest.
"No, it was but then I thought about you with a beard and..." Harry flushed, rubbing his hands over his own chin as if he was picturing it right now, "it's cute."
The blonde laughed again, "and then what?"
"Ron."
Draco waited, as if there was going to be part two like there had with Hagrid but when Harry said nothing Draco's smile fell, "oh.. Weasley does it for you?!" He growled out, a bit angry. Harry started to talk but was shut up with one withering look from Draco, "get in the shower Harry."
"It wasn't like that!"
"Just Weasel with his stupid red hair?" Draco continued, stepping closer to the man, "get in the shower."
"Draco," Harry was practically begging, "honestl-!"
"If you don't get undressed and in the shower Harry Potter I'm going to lose my cool," Draco whispered. When he pulled back Harry was doing just that, stripping his shorts off and without even a second to be embarrassed about his erection still growing, the more Draco talked, he jumped into the warm stream of water.
Not even two seconds later Draco was right behind him. Harry wanted to look, Draco had seen him naked so many times (or at least three times) but before he could even look Draco had his chin between his fingers. "You know what Potter," the blonde started, directing the man's eyes to his, "you're never going to think of him the same way again when I'm through with you."
"Draco I didn't mean to upset you," Harry tried, his nerves were back and even though it was awkward he was thinking about his best friend while being pressed up against the shower wall by his boyfriend he was hot and bothered.
"Upset me?" Draco laughed, though he didn't smile, "you didn't upset me Potter," he said softly, "you did make me want to ruin every fucking image you have of that bloody man." Harry swallowed nervously and felt the shower wall behind him, Draco stretching his neck back so it was exposed and his lips pressed to Harry's throat giving it a playful kiss. "You're mine," Draco growled out against Harry's throat before sinking his teeth in with a rough bite and suck. Harry groaned loudly, shutting his eyes and feeling Draco's hand wrap around his length.
"Oh Merlin," Harry gasped, his legs giving way and if Draco hadn't been holding him he would have slipped to the ground. But Draco was, holding him right in place between his body and the wall. It was only the second time in his life he had been touched by someone else, both times by Draco Malfoy and Harry couldn't think of any better way to shower.
Draco stroked his length with a slow hand giving his wrist a small twist, he could feel Harry scrambling for his footing, "where did you fail to feel disgust?" Draco asked darkly, quietly, his lips against Harry's ear.
"It's not what I m-meant!" Harry tried, finally righting his feet again he shuddered into the wall trying to calm down.
"Tell me," Draco demanded, biting his earlobe, and stroking him faster.
"H-his chest!" Harry gasped out, his eyes were tightly shut and his neck was strained before the hold Draco had on him. And as he said it, it flashed into his mind making him blush again. He could feel Draco's eyes on him but it was too late, it was said and now that it was the image just kept flashing into his mind each time Draco let the warm water beat down on the head of his cock before his hand covered it.
"His chest?" Draco mused and nudged the man's jaw with his nose, tracing the distinct cut of it, "the way he filled out?" Despite disliking the man it was noticeable, muscle was where it hadn't been before. His chest had grown broader and it seemed he wasn't the only one that had noticed, granted Draco hadn't thought about it at length where as his boyfriend had and that was enough to make him jealous.
Draco pressed his lips to Harry and took a kiss from him, sucking his lip ring into his mouth with a hard suck and grazed his teeth over the metal tugging lightly, he felt Harry moan rather than heard. His hands were finally gaining confidence and they slid over Draco's body clutching for him. "Open those eyes, baby," Draco demanded and they met. Two wild green eyes, and two dark gray eyes, "look at me when you cum." Harry nodded deftly and dug his nails into Draco's side trying to hang on. He was close, so close. Draco's strokes turned long, and his hand tightened just slightly as he moved up and down the length, "cum Harry."
And Harry did, just like Draco demanded. Their eyes locked, with Draco's name spilling from his lips just like his cum was spilling over the pale hand wrapped around him, "Draco," he breathed out loudly with a shudder.
"Mm," Draco kissed him softly, and dropped his hand thrusting it into the water to wash off the cum. He kept Harry against the wall, his left hand still stretching his neck and he ran his thumb over the side of Harry's throat, "I marked you." He said it rather nonchalantly, just in passing before he stepped back and let the other stand on his own, "so you understand just how much of mine you are."
Harry blushed, he felt he should be mad but instead he felt sexy, leaning forward he slid against Draco's chest, "do I get to touch you?"
"No," Draco shook his head, Harry could feel the weight of the answer and he peeked up in question, "I'm not ready for that."
"Oh," Harry nodded and shifted, leaning towards the water before letting Draco direct him to sit down, "Draco, can I ask you something?"
"Of course," Draco gave his shaggy hair a pet, "tilt back for me."
Harry did, shutting his eyes and letting Draco get his hair wet, he felt a large squeeze of shampoo join as well, "Pansy mentioned something about your past..."
"I remember."
"How come I'm different?"
"What do you mean?" Draco hadn't thought Harry was, over all, it all started the same way. The challenge, the past time and it had turned into more but he didn't think Harry was completely different. He still did things quite similar.
"Well, didn't you let other people touch you?" He asked with a quiet voice, looking up as Draco washed his locks. He was taking his time giving each section attention, his long pale fingers pulling through the thick mess and massaging his scalp.
"No," he shook his head, then frowned down at Harry, "I don't think we should talk about my past uh... relationships?"
"Why not? It's in the past, I don't mind."
"I do mind."
"Oh," Harry nodded, "sure."
Draco watched him. Harry leaned back against his legs, unmoving and relaxing into his soft touches, "they were typically tied up." Draco sighed, speaking softly, one day he wouldn't give him everything he wanted. Today was not that day. "So they couldn't touch me."
"Why?"
"I didn't want them to, I didn't want to feel them," he shrugged, speaking honestly. "I wanted them to stay in their place, that's it." Draco leaned forward and turned off the overhead, before sinking down to join Harry. He pulled the brunette back against his body and then continued massaging his scalp.
"Why didn't you do that with me?"
Draco chuckled dropping his hands into the warm water that was filling in the tub now and found the washcloth, which he was using on Harry's hair to rinse. "It didn't feel right, I don't know. When I looked at you, Harry, I knew I wanted this to start but I didn't even think about any of that stuff with you. I didn't want to, you weren't meant for that."
"So, I was different."
Draco smiled and rested his chin over Harry's hair, holding the man close to himself, "you've always been different, Potter, it was like looking at you from afar. You were so small and fragile and you needed me but I also needed you. I hadn't felt that before."
"I think I'll always need you," Harry said with a flushed face, glancing over his shoulder at the other.
"It always takes so long for you to tell me what you need," Draco answered, having shifted when Harry did.
Harry giggled quietly, and reached forward to turn the water off - the tub was rather full by now. "I'll go back with you, Draco."
"Are you sure?"
"It's where you want to be, and I want to be with you."
Draco frowned, "I don't need it, y'know? That place, I mean."
Harry shook his head, "no, you don't. I don't either. But, it'll be fine. I can deal with it for the year."
"You barely got through one month."
Harry frowned sitting silently a second, "I would literally rather face Voldemort again then go back to that place."
Draco ran his hands through Harry's hair and gave it a small tug, "why don't we take a break? From all of it?" He whispered while pressed right up against him, "we could go to France or Japan or Italy... Merlin, anywhere you want Potter. We could stay here, locked away from the world for all I care. I don't need some school to tell me I can do magic when I know perfectly well I can."
"What?" Harry turned around so fast water splashed over the sides of the tub and he looked at Draco with two wide, green eyes, "you mean that? Like, with me?"
"Where else was this going?" Draco scoffed with an eye roll, "I hated one night without you, how am I supposed to do five of them?"
Harry's scream sounded through the whole house and had Draco to his feet and out of the chair before it even ended. He couldn't think straight, if he had been he wouldn't have yelled his name. He wouldn't have stood there in the dark of the hallway trying to think, trying to orient himself, he wouldn't have kicked the wrong door open as another scream sounded. And when he did get his bearings in order as another blood-curdling scream echoed through the house he wouldn't have practically matched it.
"Harry!" He yelled throwing the bedroom door open and flashing the light of his wand over the man who was in bed but the sound of everything had him on his own feet with his wand out as well.
"Stupefy!" Harry yelled immediately, as soon as the light hit him, and sent Draco flying back against the wall behind him.
Draco flopped down, unconscious.
The room grew quiet, Harry blinking a few times as he came to fully waking up, "oh shit," he whispered and ran forward, scrambling over the bed. "Rennervate!" He said pointing his wand at his unconscious boyfriend, who stirred slightly blinking a few times as he came to. "Draco, are you okay?" Harry jerked him up into his chest and held him tightly, "oh Merlin are you okay?"
"Stop shaking me," Draco growled and shoved at Harry with a hard push, jerking away.
"Draco, stop," Harry pleaded grabbing for him again, "please."
Draco heard his voice break, and turned to face him better pushing his hand through his own dyed hair as he studied him, he saw the tears falling and leaned out wiping one off his cheek, "I thought your go to spell was Expelliarmus?"
Harry laughed, despite himself, his smile breaking through immediately, "I'm so sorry."
"Are you okay?"
"I just... I heard yelling? Was that you too?"
"What?" Draco asked, his eyebrows hitching up, "I...?"
"Were you screaming?" Harry asked again, his eyes scanning over him, "are you okay?"
"Harry," Draco stared at him in shock, his voice betraying him. He was trying to think of something, anything, but it was failing him. "Wasn't uh... me," Draco shook his head, "must have just been in your head? Your dream?"
"Then why were you yelling my name? Why'd you kick in the door?" Draco mouthed, his eyes growing wide trying to think of anything to say. Harry spoke up, "Kreacher? Is he okay?"
"Everyone is fine, Potter," Draco quickly stood and reached out for Harry, "let's get you back to bed."
"I'm awake now," Harry muttered, taking his hand and standing.
Draco glanced at his wristwatch, "it's almost three in the morning."
"Haven't you been to bed yet?"
"I lost track of time," he said truthfully, glad the conversation had shifted, "but we should get some sleep." He pulled Harry closer, and directed him back to the bed. "Lemme get changed."
Harry looked at him quickly, smiling, "I could help you?"
"What?"
Harry was blushing, and he lifted a shoulder biting at his lip ring. "Uh, like... c-change?"
Draco laughed softly, "Merlin Potter, it's hard to believe just a month ago you were all innocent and uncorrupted."
"Look at what you've done to me."
"What I've done to you?" Draco rolled his eyes, shaking his head, "I haven't done anything, Potter, last I checked you were all sorts of dirty thoughts on your own." He leaned closer to the man, cupping his cheek, "ah, look at those adorable nerves the moment I touch you. You almost had me convinced."
Harry stuck his tongue out and turned around, "fine." Draco smirked after him, and pulled the sweater off of himself and laid it over the desk chair, "I bet Molly will make you one," Harry said watching Draco strip his jeans.
"Why would she?"
"Because you were wearing mine." He shrugged, "and it'll be your own."
Draco turned around, taking a pair of sleeping pants out of the drawer and pulling them on, over his boxers. "If you don't want me to wear your sweaters, I won't, Potter."
"I didn't say that!" Harry laughed and crawled up on the bed, laying back over the covers with a quiet hum as he watched.
Draco sighed softly, getting dressed before he joined him. He slid up next to Harry and after a short minute he reached out and pulled Harry towards him, "as annoying as it is.. I missed your humming."
Harry gasped, "you think my humming is annoying?"
"What do I do that annoys you? Make it even." The blonde suggested, dragging his thumb over Harry's face tracing his cheekbones and nose down across his lips.
"You hide things." Harry answered, shutting his eyes and shivering before pressing his lips out with a kiss to Draco's thumb. Draco drug his thumb over the lip ring and felt it give against his thumb as it rolled.
"I could see that being annoying," he murmured softly, his breath brushed against Harry's face which blushed instantly and he turned towards Draco, leaning towards him.
"Very annoying."
Draco smiled watching Harry, glad his eyes were closed so he couldn't see. As he looked down at him he thought back to the dream, I should tell him the truth... I'm going to have to eventually. He's going to have to know about his dreams.
Draco, can I have a kiss?"
The blonde watched, his eyes still shut and he leaned forward his breath washing over his lips. Before his own pressed to Harry's and gave him a hard kiss. He pulled Harry closer, nuzzling their faces together. He rubbed his cheek against the others and dragged his lips along Harry's jaw.
The Gryffindor breathed out roughly with a small sigh, "you make me so happy," Harry whispered, blushing.
Draco faltered, pulling away slightly and quickly fell back into check, "that's what I'm for," he said softly lying on his back, "good night Potter."
Harry flashed his eyes open, his face shading and he stared after Draco, "good night?" He had thought they were making progress or at least making out. They hadn't done that in so long.. ever? Maybe? Harry wanted intimacy. He needed it. He needed something to fill the void in his chest, in his mind, he needed something to ease his thoughts but as he watched Draco pull away all he could do was think it, pathetic Potter. Needy, clingy, pathetic Potter.
Harry laid back on his side, rolling away quietly and wrapping his arms around himself trying to quiet it all.
Pathetic Potter. Pathetic. Pathetic. Pathetic.
He waited until the soft snore, that Draco swore he didn't do, escaped him and got up grabbing his glass flask sneaking out of the room.
Who could want you...? Pathetic Potter.
A/n: ** Sooo the little asterisk might just mean to be on the look out for a deleted scene of BlaisexHermionexRonald. Just might. Heh.
