A/N: Here is the next chapter! There is some Drarry action in this one so you've been warned :). Also, I reread a story that I never finished of mine on here and I thought to myself that I really, really need to finish it once and for all so I think I will start working on that again soon. I also found some other stories that I started years ago that I'm going to look at and see if there is anything there. I'm also working on a new story, which I think I've already mentioned, but I've stalled a bit on it even though it's all planned out. It'll get done though! I'm rambling now. Enjoy this next chapter and thank you for your reviews and follows!
Hermione frowned and left the kitchen and entered the sitting room. She peeked over the couch and saw Harry with a pillow over his face. She gasped and he instantly moved the pillow to look up at her. She shook her head and smiled down at him, hand over her heart.
"Hermione, what are you doing here?" he asked.
Her eyes widened as she realized that he was focused on her. "Can you see me, Harry?" she asked in a quiet voice.
"Yes, well, you're dark around the hair and eyes, but I can see you, yes. Why are you here?" he asked in confusion.
"Draco asked me to come by and stay with you," she replied.
Harry closed his eyes and nodded. He frowned and lay back down, throwing his arm over his eyes. "Well, if that doesn't tell me what I need to know, I don't think anything will," he muttered.
Hermione walked around the couch and sat down. She reached out and pulled on Harry's arm to show his face. "What happened?" she asked kindly.
Harry dropped his arm and sat up slightly. "I told him that I was in love with him," he whispered.
Hermione gasped. "Love him?" she repeated.
"Yeah, he kissed me the other day and we've snogged a few times. I didn't expect him to be in love with me, but at least like me some," he replied.
Hermione's eyes widened and she sat back. "Wow, I mean, lately I suspected that something was different between you two, but I had no idea that you'd fallen in love with him. Are you sure? That's pretty deep," she questioned.
"Of course, I'm sure. I've felt it for months, but lately, since we've been spending so much time together and he's been taking care of me, I've seen this different side of him that just turned my feelings up several notches," he explained.
"Well, I'm not surprised about the feelings change, but the in love part is quite surprising. Maybe he is just surprised and overwhelmed. That's a pretty serious confession. He's probably trying to sort it out. I wouldn't worry too much about it. He'll be back soon enough," she replied.
Harry shrugged. "Perhaps. Well, what shall we do?" he asked.
"I'm sure there's something on the tele we can watch," she replied as she reached out for the remote and started flipping through the channels. She found something somewhat interesting for them and they were both able to zone out.
A few hours later, Harry was falling asleep on the couch and startled awake when Hermione shook him slightly. "Why don't you go to bed?" she suggested.
Harry nodded on rubbed at his eyes. "What time is it?" he asked.
"About nine," she replied.
He frowned and nodded. He stood and allowed Hermione to help him through the sitting room and up the stairs to his room. She left to get his potions and to give him privacy while he got ready for bed.
Hermione stepped into the kitchen just as Draco was coming in the backdoor. She stopped and narrowed her gaze slightly. He looked back guiltily and took his coat off, running his hands through his slightly wet hair.
"You better have a good reason for being gone for so long," Hermione commented as she picked up Harry's potions.
"I had to do a lot of thinking," Draco replied.
"What is there to think about? Harry told you his feelings and I've seen enough to know that you at least feel something for him. He is hurt and confused and I'm warning you that if you don't set him straight, I will be sure to make you sincerely regret ever hurting him," she threatened.
Draco walked over to her and took the potions from her. "Thank you for staying with him today. Good night, Granger," he said as he walked around her and headed for the stairs. Hermione huffed, but turned and flooed home.
Draco stood outside Harry's door for a moment and took a deep breath. He pushed it open and walked in. Harry had his back to the door, lying on his side. Draco set the potions down and then looked down at Harry, his stomach squirming in anxiety.
"Harry?" Draco whispered.
Harry startled and turned and looked over his shoulder. His room didn't have much light so he barely made him out, but he was there. "You're back," he said as he sat up, the blankets falling to his waist.
Draco sat down in the empty space next to him. "Yeah, just a few minutes ago," he replied quietly.
Harry nodded. "Where did you go?" he asked, the hurt not hidden from his tone.
"I just walked around for awhile, thinking," he replied.
Harry sighed and nodded. "Look, I know that what I said was intense, and I'm sorry. I'll take it back, okay? I don't want things to be awkward again," he replied.
Draco laughed. "You can't take that back. You told me you were in love with me. There is no taking it back," he replied, shaking his head.
"Okay, well, We'll just move on from it then, I mean, I can't go back to being awkward with you especially considering the serious lack of space we can get from each other due to my current condition. Please, Draco, just forget I said anything. It was stupid and rash and not very well thought out," he closed his eyes and hung his head.
"So you're saying that being in love with me is stupid?" Draco questioned, a bite in his tone.
Harry's head shot up and he shook his head. "No, that is not what I'm saying. What I meant is that I shouldn't have said something so major like that, at least not yet," he replied quietly.
Draco stared at him. He knew what Harry meant. He knew that he wasn't referring to being in love with him as stupid. He had spent the entire afternoon thinking about how Harry's words affected him so much. He never, in his wildest dreams, expected Harry to return his feelings. He did though and Draco was elated, but he was also afraid because he worried that Harry only felt that way for him because Draco had been taking care of him for a couple of weeks.
"How long?" Draco asked quietly.
"Have I been in love with you?" Harry asked.
"Yes," he replied.
"Months," he replied honestly.
Draco looked up at him, eyes wide with surprise. If he had been in love with him for months then that would mean that his feelings were true and that Draco was worrying about nothing.
He brought his hand out and cupped Harry's face. He looked up, meeting Draco's eyes. Draco wondered what his clear eyes would look like once he was no longer blind. They hadn't been hidden behind his glasses since the accident, but the glaze didn't show their true beauty. He leaned forward, bringing Harry closer to him, and kissed him, deeply.
Harry gasped, as the kiss ended for just a moment before Draco scooted closer and started to kiss him again. Harry was lost in the kiss. His hands reached out and gripped Draco's shirt, pulling him towards him as much as he could in their current position. Draco chuckled and broke the kiss, resting his forehead against Harry's.
"I can't get much closer in our current state," he whispered.
Harry laughed and lay back, pulling Draco on top of him. Draco gasped as their hardening lengths touched and every part of their body touched, even if it was through the blanket. "Does this mean you forgive my confession?" Harry asked quietly.
Draco shook his head and stood up from the bed. Harry looked up at him in alarm. He hadn't seen the head shake, but he didn't need to. He closed his eyes, fighting his pain. However, it didn't last long as the blankets lifted and he felt Draco's body settle against his. He had slipped his shirt off and was only in his pants. They were skin to skin in most places. Harry's eyes flew open.
"There's nothing to forgive because I've been in love with you for months as well," he whispered as he kissed along Harry's jaw and neck, moving down his chest.
"Really?" he whispered.
"Yes," Draco whispered back.
Harry wanted to ask why he freaked out then and left for the day, but then Draco was kissing his stomach and he completely lost what he wanted to say. He simply lost himself in the attention he was receiving.
Draco kissed down Harry's happy trail, gripping Harry's pants and slipping them down his hips. If Harry realized what he had done, he wasn't saying anything. He was moaning quietly, whimpering slightly as Draco continued to kiss him. He kissed him everywhere, but the one place that Harry so desperately wanted him to kiss. Of course, he didn't have to wait long as Draco took him into his mouth with little hesitation.
Harry cried out in response, surprised. He felt Draco's hands grip his hips and keep him from bucking up. He settled and tried really hard not to move his hips too much, but it was really, really hard not to. It had been too long since anyone had paid him any attention like this and even then it wasn't nearly as brilliant as it was now.
Draco reached down between his own legs and released himself from the confines of his pants. It took some focus, but he started moving in time with his mouth and soon he felt his own orgasm ready to release as Harry gripped his hair in warning. All at once, hot come shot into his mouth, plus all over his hand from his own release. He groaned as his pleasure overtook him.
He licked Harry clean and then sat up. He reached for his wand, just as Harry was reaching towards him, wanting to please him in any way that he could. His hand met wetness and he looked up at Draco and smirked. Draco blushed.
"It looks like you won't need any help from me," he teased.
Draco laughed and pushed Harry down onto the bed. He flicked his wand, cleaning himself up and then he settled over Harry again and kissed him. Harry's face twisted up in confusion as he tasted himself on Draco's lips. It was odd, but he imagined that tasting Draco would be similar and probably better.
"The sounds you were making and your taste was too much. I couldn't wait," he whispered as he broke the kiss and slid off of Harry. Harry wrapped his arm around his shoulder as Draco nuzzled into his neck, holding him close. Draco sighed in contentment.
"Draco, why did you leave?" Harry asked after they had lay there for awhile.
Draco sighed and kissed Harry's chest gently. "I'm sorry. I never thought that you'd feel the same way as I did and when you said it, well I just couldn't believe it. I spent so many months, chiding myself for being in love with someone who I didn't deserve. I was lucky to have you as a partner, roommate, and friend; I didn't deserve to ask for more. I panicked. I had to be sure of what I felt before telling you. I don't want to mess this up," he replied.
Harry brought his other arm up and embraced him. He kissed the top of his head. "You deserve me. You've done so much and changed so much. You're an auror for crying out loud. You deserve all the happiness in the world and if that includes me, then all the better. You've done so much to make up for any wrongdoing as a child so much so that I fell in love with you. Don't for a second think that you don't deserve me," he insisted.
Draco smiled and nuzzled into him. "Thank you. I'll try not to think I don't deserve you," he replied.
Harry laughed and nodded. He reached over to take his potions. Draco slid back from him and waited. When Harry turned back, Draco was no longer next to him. He frowned as he tried to figure out where he went.
"Draco?" he called uncertainly.
"Yeah?" he asked from the doorway.
"What are you doing?" Harry asked.
"I'm getting my pajamas on and getting ready for bed," Draco replied.
Harry nodded. "Right, of course, well, good night then," he stated as he lay back down again.
"Am I not welcome back?" he asked. He was grinning over at Harry and he hoped that his tone showed that.
Harry blushed and grinned. "Of course," he whispered.
"Then I'll be back," he said as he walked out of Harry's room and into his own. He stepped into his room and grinned further. He felt like he was walking on clouds, he was so thrilled with the change between them.
He changed quickly and brushed his teeth. He couldn't wait to curl into Harry again and be held by him. It couldn't get any better, could it?