Draco lead me to a room which had tall windows covering three of the four walls. In the center of the room was a table and four chairs. On the table was a large pile of sandwiches, surrounded by different bowls full of mashed potatoes, yorkshire puddings, and other delicious looking foods.
I pulled out a chair looking back at Draco. He smirked at me, walking over to it and sitting down gracefully. When I sat down, he leaned over and kissed my cheek. Narcissa sat down in the chair opposite me, observing us as she waved her hand and served the food.
I cleared my plate, getting a second sandwich off of the tray in front of us. Draco was sipping his tea, looking out the window at the wild peacocks roaming around. I wondered what made Macintyre the peacock different from the other ones. They all look the same to me.
"Draco, dear, why don't you go get your violin and play us the tune I love so much?" My mouth dropped open and I looked at Draco, who's ears were now pink.
"Mother, I'm sure Harry doesn't want to hear-"
"Yes, I do." I said, fighting back laughter as Draco shot me a menacing look. He rolled his eyes, setting down his tea and scooting out his chair. I watched him walk out, smiling as he glared at me.
I chuckled a little bit, turning my direction back to the table. The smile was knocked clean off my face when I saw the way Narcissa was looking at me. I opened my mouth to speak, but she beat me to it.
"Do you remember what I said to you the first time we met?" She said, coldly.
I thought back to two years ago in Madam Malkin's robe shop when Draco was insulting Hermione. Ron and I had our wands drawn and pointed at Draco, daring him to say one more word against Hermione. I had suggested that she should find a double cell in Azkaban with her husband, causing Draco to get quite angry. She comforted him, suggesting that I'd be dead soon.
"Erm.." I said stupidly, unsure of what she was trying to pick out of this particular encounter, and hoping that it wasn't the implication of my near death.
She rolled her eyes and sighed, much like Draco does. She glared at me over the table, her eyes cold. "Draco is my son. My only son. If you hurt him, it will be the very last thing that you do. It would suit you well to remember that." Then, jutting her chin forward, she looked down at her tea and raised her eyebrows. "It seems that he is quite keen on you, and I am not going to be a barrier on my own son's happiness. I love him more than you could ever understand, and I will protect him until my very last breath. "
I didn't know what to say. As harsh and terrifying as Narcissa was, you could always rely on her to protect her family, not matter the cost.
"I love him, too." I said, watching as she flicked her long hair over her shoulder and scoffed.
"I do." I said, enraged that she wasn't taking me seriously. "I have no intention of ever hurting your son."
She watched me steadily as she took a sip of her tea. "We will see."
Though her voice was threatening, her gaze seemed softer. She smiled widely as Draco walked in with a violin in hand.
"Draco, dear, play that one that goes 'dun deee do dun dee do dun dee'." She smiled up at him, clasping her hands together.
He nodded in understanding, walking over to the window. He smirked back at me as he propped the violin underneath his angular chin, turning to look out the window. He raised the bow, sliding it slowly against a string.
A sweet piercing note sounded through the air, reverberating against the windows. Three long notes echoed through the room, followed by a downfall of short ones.
As Draco played, a few locks of his blonde hair fell in front of his face, his eyes were closed, and his brow was furrowed in concentration. His slender fingers flew along the neck of the violin gracefully. He rocked back and forth on his feet, swaying with the music. His slender silhouette was outlined by the bright light of the window, the sharp angle of his waist enhanced by the fitted vest he was wearing.
I smiled as he shrugged his shoulders up during the high notes, only to let them fall back down when he played lower ones. This song truly was beautiful.
I looked at Narcissa, who had apparently been watching me. Her mouth upturned into the smallest smile before turning back to watch Draco, taking a sip of tea.
After a particularly long note, Draco moved the violin to rest on his hip, turning and bowing to us, mocking a formal performer. He waved his hand at the violin and bow, causing them to rest up against the wall, as if on a hook. He sat down in his chair, and his mother reached over touching his hand.
"That was beautiful, Draco." She said, smiling at him.
"Thank you, mother." He said, glancing at me.
"It really was great." I said, making his ears go red.
"Thanks, Potter." He said, the corner of his mouth rising into a smile. "Care to play a game of chess?" He asked, gesturing to the chess board on a table near the edge of the room.
"Well.. I'm not that good." I said, remembering how many times I lost to Ron. I was sure Draco was better.
"Splendid." He said, his grey eyes wrinkling up as he smiled.
We made our way over to the chessboard, taking a seat on either side of the table.
Draco picked up a pawn with his slender white fingers, setting it down with a gentle click. He looked up, "Your move."
After three rounds of chess, all of which Draco won, we had dinner. Throughout which, Draco signaled to me which utensil to use for which food item, and which glass to use for which drink. I made a mental note to ask Hermione how to eat in a formal place setting for the next time I came to Malfoy manor.
Draco got up from the table, laying his napkin down by his plate. "I'm just going to put the violin back, I'll be back in a moment." He disappeared down the hall, only to return a moment later. "Mother, do you know if Tuffin put my winter coat in my room? I'll be needing it soon."
Narcissa pursed her lips. "I believe so. If not, then its bound to be in the study room closet."
Draco nodded, about to turn away. He looked at me, a smile tugging on his lips. "Would you like to come along?"
"Sure." I said, eager to avoid another awkward silence with Narcissa.
I got up and walked with him down the never ending hallways, up two flights of stairs, past an incredibly large wardrobe, only stopping once we reached a set of massive double doors. They were nearly as tall as Hagrid, and twice as wide.
Draco Turned both of the handles, pushing the doors open and outstretching his hand for me to walk in. I gasped when I entered, the room was remarkable.
The black marbled floors stretched about as wide as half Quidditch ring. There was a platform on which his canopy bed sat, with a black satin comforter and silver silk sheets. A fireplace stuck out from the wall, with a large carpet, a tall black chair, and table sitting in front of it. There were two immense windows revealing the expanse of a beautiful lake. There were tall silver and black curtains hanging on either side, which were now pinned back, allowing the sunset to splash his room with color. A grand piano sat in the corner of the room, to the left of the fireplace. It was larger and more beautiful than the one I passed on the way to the washroom.
Draco walked over and placed his violin on a stand near the piano. He turned around to look at me, tucking his hands lazily in his pockets.
"Well?" He said, studying me, "Do you like it?"
My mouth was hanging open as my eyes searched around the room and up to the heightened ceiling, which curved to a point at the very top, a long chain hanging down which held an exquisite chandelier.
"Like it?" I repeated, astonished. "Draco, this room is bloody brilliant!" I said, reaching out and feeling the black and silver striped wallpaper.
Draco smiled as he stepped up onto the uprising on which his bed sat. He wrapped his hand around the banister, looking down at me. "I do rather like it here." he said, observing the room. He sighed, swinging on the banister and hopping down, walking over to a door on the wall next to the fireplace. I could see a long row of fancy suits, pants and shirts. A shorter row of identical black shoes sat underneath. I shook my head and smiled, my eye landing on a bureau to my right that I hadn't seen before. I walked over to it, looking down at the photographs which lay on top.
There were a few picture frames containing Draco at all ages. One where he was a baby and his mother is holding him in her arms, looking down at him lovingly. The one next to it had him and another young boy running in front of a fountain, which looked identical to the one in their garden. There was a green picture frame which contained Draco, Pansy, Crabbe and Goyle laughing, wearing Slytherin robes, probably around their 5th year. Draco had only one photo with his father, in which they were looking toward the camera Stoically, Lucius had his hand on Draco's shoulder.
I walked slowly around the room, observing the fine art hung on the walls. There was a china tea set on the table next to the fire, it's silver rim glinted int he firelight. I slid my hand over the keys of the piano, my finger pressing down. A sweet note erupted from it, echoing through the room.
"You play?" Draco called from the depths of his closet.
I instantly regretted walking over here.
He poked his head around the corner, looking over at me.
"You play?" He repeated, probably thinking I didn't hear him the first time.
"Erm.. I know one song." I said, remembering how Hermione had taught me Fur Elise a few years ago. "I probably couldn't play it." I said, chuckling nervously.
"Give it a try." He said, smiling.
I shook my head, stepping back from the piano. "Uhh no, it's okay." I said laughing.
"Go on then, I played something for you. It's your turn." He said, winking and then walking back into his closet.
I rubbed the back of my neck, not moving. He didn't come out again. I slowly stepped toward the piano, sitting on the bench with a loud creak. I rested my fingers on the cold piano keys, closing my eyes and pretending I was back at Grimmauld Place with Hermione sitting next to me.
I took a deep breath, letting my fingers move naturally. The sweet flowing melody of Fur Elise swept through the room, sounding much better than it had on Sirius' piano. It felt as though someone else was playing it. My fingers jumped form key to key, playing the bouncing arpeggios with ease. This had been my only relaxation back in the days of Horcrux hunting.
I began to slow down as I came to the end of the song, opening my eyes as I played the last three notes. Draco was leaning on the piano, smiling down at me.
He leaned over and kissed me. "Beautiful." He said as he pulled away.
I blushed slightly, wondering how long he had been standing there. "Found your coat then?" I asked, observing a coat hanging over his arm.
He nodded. "Still can't find my gloves, though. Tuffin, come here please."
I was just about to ask what he was talking about when the door creaked open. I turned, expecting to see Narcissa, but a short house elf appeared. He had a few straggly hairs, and his eyes were bright blue and squinted, as if he had trouble seeing. His long, bony fingers were wrapped around the door.
"How can Tuffin be of assistance, Master Draco." The house elf asked, bowing deeply.
"Have you seen my gloves anywhere? I thought I put them back in my closet." Draco said, sauntering over to the elf.
"Tuffin moved them down to the front hall closet for easier access, Master Draco." The house elf replied, bowing again.
"Ah, I imagined so." Draco said, picking a piece of lint off his coat.
"Tuffin will go fetch Master Draco's gloves." he said, beginning to walk out of the room.
"No, that's alright. I'll grab them before I leave. Thank you, Tuffin, that will be all."
The house elf bowed deeply out of the room. I stared at the doorway after he left, shocked at how kind Draco had been to the house elf. I remembered Lucius Malfoy kicking Dobby down the stairs in Dumbledore's office.
"Ready?" Draco asked, walking over to me.
I nodded, smiling as he took my hand and kissed the side of my head.
We walked down the stairs and through the maze of hallways, meeting Narcissa at the front door.
She hugged Draco tightly, "Write soon, dear." She said as she ran her fingers through his hair. Her eyes crinkled up into a smile as she held his face in her hands.
"I'll see you at Christmas." Draco said as she dropped her hands down. He kissed her cheek, stepping forward and descending the stairs.
She looked at me for a moment, and I stood there awkwardly, letting her decide where this confrontation would go.
Suddenly, she wrapped her graceful arms around my shoulders, patting my back once and letting me go. The hug was rigid and short, but I knew she meant well.
"Take care." She said, giving me a strained smile.
"You, too." I said, returning the smile and practically running down the stairs to join Draco.
He turned around and waved as Narcissa called, "I love you!" Right as we were turning the bend.
Macintyre the peacock followed us all the way to the gate.
Once we apparated to just outside Hogwarts grounds, Draco wrapped his arm around me, shielding me against the cold wind.
"Thanks for coming with me." He said, his voice gravely.
"You're welcome. I had fun." I said truthfully.
He chuckled. "Yeah, I'm sure my mum threatening your life was just wonderful for you."
I blushed. "I um.. didn't know you heard that."
I felt him nod as he laughed. "You did well, though. Seemed to me that she actually sort of liked you by the end of the day."
"Oh great she 'actually sort of' liked me. Perfect." I said, sarcastically, making him laugh even more.
"That's a good sign, Potter. Be happy."
I smiled, looking up at the great doors of the castle, shivering as the warmth of the building enveloped me.
We walked up the winding stairs and into the common room where Hermione and Ron were sitting on the couch.
Surprisingly, Draco was the one to walk over to the two of them, not me.
"Hermione. How are you?" He asked her as I approached.
"Good! I've finished all my homework. How was your mothers?" She asked cheerfully.
"I'm fine, thanks." Ron mumbled as he scooted over to let me sit down on the couch next to him, rolling his eyes and nodding in the direction of Draco and Hermione.
"It was wonderful. Good to see her." He said, smiling down at her. "I never got the chance to ask how you liked the necklace I got you for your birthday? I forget every time I see you."
Hermione gasped, looking appalled. "I never thanked you? I love it, Draco! It's simply beautiful." She got up and gave him a tight hug, pulling back and letting him observe the necklace. He smiled as he held it in his fingers.
"I'm glad you like it. I'm quite proud of it." He said, flipping it over in his long, delicate fingers.
"What do you mean? Y- you made this?" Hermione asked, shocked.
Draco nodded and shrugged. "I picked up the necklace at a small shop in town, took out the regular decorative beads inside and charmed it. It's not a big deal."
"Wow Draco, that's impressive. I don't think I'd ever be able to do something like this."
Draco laughed and shook his head. "Of course you could, you're the brightest witch I've ever met."
Hermione blushed and smiled widely, looking up at him.
Ron crossed his arms and rolled his eyes, scoffing. Hermione shot him a menacing look.
"Thank you, Draco. I love it." She smiled at him again, sitting down and picking up her book.
Draco turned to me. "I'm headed upstairs. You staying down here?"
I yawned and shook my head. "No, I'll come up. Been a long day."
"Night, guys. See you tomorrow." I said to Ron and Hermione as I walked up the stairs with Draco.
As I shut the door behind me, I turned to see Draco leaning against the bedpost, his hands lazily tucked into his pockets. He was smiling at me as he walked over, looking me up and down. I couldn't help but smile back. I loved it when he did that.
His right hand slid out of his pocket, sliding up my chest. It stopped when it reached the knot of my tie. He tugged me forward with it, much like he had this morning. This time, though, he reached his hand around my waist, pulling me flush up against his body. I ran my hands down his back, tugging on his posh vest.
He stepped backward, his back hitting the bedpost. He turned us to where the back of my knees pressed up against the bed. I sat down on the bed as he pulled my shirt off over my head. He kissed me as he kneeled down on the ground in front of me, tugging off my belt. I snapped my fingers and the buttons of his vest and shirt flew open. He looked down, confused, then he smiled and tugged them off, standing up as he pushed me back onto the bed. I smiled into his lips as he kissed me, lifting my hips as he took off my trousers. My hands slid up his smooth back, feeling the muscles move under his pale skin.
I leaned into him, causing him to lay on his back. I slid my hand down his stomach, unlatching his belt and throwing it on the floor. I snapped my fingers again, causing his trousers to unbutton and fly off. He smiled and laughed as I kissed him, his right hand reaching up and sliding through my hair. I propped my self up on one arm, sliding my thigh in between his legs. His left hand traveled down my back and he firmly grabbed the back of my thigh, pressing his hard dick onto my leg. I moaned into his mouth and pushed my hips forward so that he could feel that I was just as hard as he was. He inhaled through his nose sharply, not breaking the kiss. His fingers knotted into my hair and tugged.
He flipped us over on the bed, to where I was the one laying on my back. He rubbed his hard dick against mine, only two thin layers of fabric separating them. I wrapped my arm around the small of his back as he pressed his body onto mine, knotting my other hand into his hair. He began kissing my neck, then moving farther down and leaving a trail of kisses down my chest, pulling off my boxers as he went. My hand only left his hair when I couldn't reach him anymore.
My eyes shot open as I felt his tongue swirl around the tip of my penis. I took a shaky breath, letting my eyes close again as his lips closed around the head of my dick, sucking gently and then letting go. He took my dick into his mouth again, sliding his hand up and down as he sucked on the tip. Soon his head and his hand were bobbing up and down in a synchronized fashion as he built up speed, taking more of my dick in his mouth with each down stroke. Finally, he removed his hand all together, taking my entire dick into his mouth. I felt as the tip of my dick touched the back of his throat. He moved his head up again, teasing me.
I looked down at him, and nearly came when I saw his dark grey eyes staring unblinkingly up at me as he moved his head back down again, pressing my dick against the back of his throat. A fresh wave of desire surged through my body, causing my muscles to weaken. A moan caught in my throat as I let my head fall back against the mattress. His head never stopped moving, I had to take a deep breath before I could look at him again. I didn't want to cum too early.
I lifted my head shakily, looking down at him again, nearly losing it when I saw he was still watching me. I propped myself up on my elbows, leaning back and watching as his lips moved up and down on my hard dick. I could feel my heartbeat in my erection as he pushed his face down, pressing my dick to the back of his throat. He swallowed once causing the tip of my dick to bend down his throat slightly.
"Ohh Fuck." A moan escaped my lips as I, once again, was weakened by desire. My head rocked backwards, out of my control as I tried to calm myself.
He held his face there, swallowing to allow me to slip farther down his throat. I looked back down at him as I reached one of my hands down, knotting my fingers in his hair. I thrust myself farther back into his throat, holding his head down. His hands were grabbing at my hips. God he looked so good. His blonde eyelashes clashing against his dark grey eyes, cheekbones enhanced and causing angular shadows to fall across his face. A few wavy blonde hairs hanging down in front of him. He exhaled through his nose, closing his eyes and swallowing around my dick again, causing a tugging feeling on my dick. I knew that there wasn't any more of myself to push into him and that quickly brought me to the edge of climax.
I quickly removed my fingers from his hair, and held my breath, trying to contain myself and let him remove his himself from me. I tried to warn him, but my words got caught in my throat as he swallowed again, causing me to gasp. It was almost agonizing. I found my voice and said, "I'm gonna cum, Draco." through my teeth, a quiver going through my body. I barely held on, using every particle of my being to wait for him to move.
He slowly began to move his head backwards. I was nearly biting through my lip as the tip of my dick unbent from the curve of his neck. God, couldn't he go any faster, I was about to lose myself.
Suddenly his hands grabbed my hips firmly and he pushed my dick back down his throat, swallowing hard and causing the tip of my penis to bend back down his throat.
"FUCK." I said as I released myself into the back of his throat, pressing my hips up into his mouth. My breathing was shaky as I quivered beneath his strong hands. My chest was tight, slowly relaxing with every breath I took.
Draco pulled me out of his mouth slowly, sucking softly on the head of my penis, kissing my lower stomach once, and then my neck, gently scraping his teeth on my jaw as he kissed it roughly. He was getting me all worked up again, right as I had calmed down. I could feel the blood rushing back to my dick.
I pushed him onto his back, yanking off his boxers. I kissed him once, and then slid off the bed, taking him into my mouth. I heard him take a shaky breath, and saw his hand go into his hair. It was so hot how quickly he was aroused.
I was just beginning to take more of him into my mouth when I felt both of his cool hands slide around my face. I glanced up at him, confused. He began to pull me toward his face, kissing me gently. I could feel his dick throbbing against my leg as I laid on him.
He broke our kiss, his hands wrapped around the back of my neck. I studied his face. his eyebrows were pulled together and his eyes were closed, his lips slightly parted. He took a shaky breath. "I want you." He said.
I was confused, as he quite obviously had me in every way I could think of. "What?" I asked dumbly, not knowing what to say.
Suddenly his eyes opened, darker than ever. His blonde eyelashes were practically white against them. He kissed me roughly, rolling on top of me. He pressed his dick against mine, and I nearly came again. I could feel his dick throbbing, his breathing sharp and short as he kissed me. His hand left my hair, and a second later I felt something smooth and cold bump into my arm. I glanced down, seeing a white bottle. I frowned trying to figure out where it came from, but then I realized what he was telling me.
He wants me.
He wants me.
My stomach flipped as I looked into his dark grey eyes. They searched my face as he breathed heavily.
I picked up the white bottle that Draco had placed next to my arm, opening it with my thumb. Draco propped himself up on one arm, watching my hands. I squirted some lubricant onto my fingertips, tossing the bottle aside after I closed it. Draco watched my hand as I brought it down to his dick. As I wrapped my fingers around his throbbing penis he closed his eyes and let out a shaky breath. The hairs that were hanging in front of his face were trembling as he breathed.
His left hand disappeared from my face and reached down to the inside of my thigh, where he pushed my knee up on the bed near my hip. He then reached over to where my hand was moving up and down his shaft. I felt one of his fingers brush against my hand and I looked at him, confused. He was looking down, and I only questioned why for one second before I felt his strong finger pressing against my tight asshole.
The sudden shock made my hand stop moving, and my body went rigid as he rubbed the outside of my anus, slowly pressing inside of me. He pushed his finger in and out of my asshole, slowly working his finger in deeper. Just when I had begun to get used to this penetration, he removed his finger, returning a second later with more lube, pressing two fingers inside me. I gasped and clawed at his back, twisting and turning against the pain and pleasure I felt as he pushed his fingers inside of me. After working a third finger inside my asshole for a few seconds, I had begun to relax.
I rubbed my hand up and down his dick one last time and said. "I'm ready."
His grey eyes looked into mine, full of desire. He pulled his fingers out of me, bracing on the leg he had pushed up near my hip as he kneeled on the bed. He pulled my left leg up, over his shoulder, reaching his hand down to his own dick to guide it. He looked into my eyes, his blonde hair trembling in front of his face. I looked back at him, nodding slightly.
He glanced down for a moment, but then looked back at me right as I felt his hard dick press up against my asshole. My mouth opened, as if I were going to scream, but whatever I would have said got caught in the back of my throat as my chest swelled with desire. My eyes rolled back into my head and I let them close as Draco slowly began pressing his slick dick in and out of my asshole. He pressed in slowly, pulling back when I tightened my grip on the arm that was pressing against my right thigh. I couldn't make any noise, as my body was so rigid against his movement. He pressed in again, his hand sliding up my left leg which was resting on his strong shoulder. I felt his thigh press against my ass and I knew that he had gone all the way in. He pulled back slowly, pushing in again as he took a shaky breath.
I realized it must be difficult for him to move so slowly. Up until this point I had been too stiff to do anything other than feel him enter my body. The swelling in my chest was becoming more manageable, so I opened my eyes to look at him. God, I wished I had looked sooner.
He was biting down on his lower lip as he pushed slowly into me, he let his lips part as he exhaled. His eyebrows were pulled together into a point above his closed eyes. His head was tilted back slightly, hair resting on his forehead as his adams apple moved up and down when he swallowed. His porcelain white chest was heaving as he took ragged breaths. My tan leg up on his shoulder made him look almost transparent. His hand was gripping my left leg tightly, pressing it against his chest. I looked down at the hand he had placed on my right leg, seeing that his fingers were clawing my thigh. He must be doing everything he can to keep things slow.
I slid my hand up his arm and looked back up at his face. He had opened his eyes at my movement, they were boring into me. He paused as he was pulling back, watching my face. I didn't know what to do. God, I wanted him.
"Fuck me." I said, surprising even myself.
Draco's eyes closed tightly as he exhaled sharply, saying, "Christ." airily.
He thrust himself all the way into me. I gasped at the movement, my eyes closing slowly. overwhelmed by pain and pleasure. My chest was becoming tight again as I felt his body begin to shake, turned on even more at his arousal. He pulled himself out, pushing himself back in even harder, causing a slapping sound as our bodies collided. A moan emerged from his lips and I opened my eyes to watch his head roll backwards as he thrust into me, gaining speed. He formed a steady pace, finally raising his head to look down at me. He bent forward, putting his hand on the bed next to my face, leaning on it as he thrust into me. A quiet moan escaped my lips. My left knee was next to my face as he leaned his body against my leg. His blonde hair was tickling my forehead while he stared into my eyes.
Our breathing was quick and shaky, and I could feel his arm trembling as he held his body above me. He closed his eyes, dropping his head onto my shoulder as his breathing became sharp and ragged through his parted lips.
"I'm going to cum." He said, looking back up into my eyes.
I slid my hand around the back of his neck, kissing him. He moaned into my mouth, picking up his speed, thrusting into me and causing the bed to rock.
His lips left mine, a moan getting caught in his throat as his mouth opened wider. "Shit, Harry." He sucked in air through his teeth. "Fuck."
He slammed into me, and I moaned with him as he released himself into me. Warmth spreading deep inside me as he thrust again. He pushed into me once more, his body relaxing on top of me, breathing getting heavier. We stayed like that for a minute while our breathing returned to normal. He slowly opened his eyes, looking at me as he took a deep breath.
He pulled his dick out of me slowly. I gasped at the movement and he smirked.
He pushed himself up and off of the bed, letting my legs extend. My hips were sore from having him fold my legs up so high, but it felt good.
He pulled on his silk pajama bottoms, then he placed one arm underneath both of my legs, and one arm under my back.
"Draco, what are you do-?" I began to ask, but suddenly he had lifted me off of the bed. My mouth dropped opened, I was shocked at how incredibly strong he was. He snapped his fingers, and the bed's covers yanked down. He plopped me down on the bed, crawling under the covers next to me and pulling them up around us. He wrapped a strong arm under and around my waist, pulling me to him. He waved his left hand, causing the lights to go out.
"How do you do that?" I asked questioningly.
"It's a secret." He said. I could hear the smile in his voice.
I smiled and sighed, knowing he'd never tell me. I reached my right hand up and tucked it into his hair. His left hand began stroking my arm gently. I buried my face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his sweet, stormy scent, thinking of the flowers in his garden.
"I love you, Draco." I said, closing my eyes tightly, ears alert for his response.
"I love you, too, Harry." He replied, smile still audible.
My heart leapt, hearing him say those words to me. I kissed his cheek softly. His arm tightened around my waist as he kissed my forehead.
I fell asleep quickly, exhausted from our day. My face hurt from smiling.