Warning- the following chapter is extremely fluffy 0.o
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"Well I suppose this could be classified as a goodbye Draco." Harry said awkwardly holding out his hand to Draco. Draco stared at it like he had no idea what to do with it then reached out and pulled Harry into a tender hug. "I'm going to miss you and your voice." He sighed, dropping all pretense. "I'm going to miss your smile and I'm going to miss your feel."
Harry choked back tears, which surprised him. He rarely ever cried. But Draco sounded so vulnerable. He would miss him. Making sure the unshed tears remained so he released Draco. "Come back soon okay?" He smiled, giving Draco a quick kiss. Draco wouldn't allow it and pulled Harry into his arms, kissing him passionately. Harry sighed into his mouth, running and tangling his fingers through Draco's hair, which was soft and silky since he'd stopped gelling it. It was longer now, and beautifully layered, naturally highlighted. Harry loved it. Then suddenly, he had a surge of love for Draco himself, who was kissing him with a stomach churning defenselessness, sending soft pecks to his lips then opening his mouth and discovering Harry's mouth in a way Harry had never let anyone else. Not that he'd had much of anyone else.
But he'd kissing Draco for a while now, and each time it got better. Draco was taking his time to learn Harry's soft spots, the places that made his knees go weak, and the places that made him moan out Draco's name. Disgusting as it was, he'd had many fantasies of going to bed with Draco, them rolling around under the sheet, like two desperate lovers.
The surge left quickly, thankfully, but Draco's kiss went on. Harry put his hands against the sides of Draco's face and allowed him to take him through dreamland and back. Draco's body pressed against his hard, and he ran his fingers along his side, careful to not make it seem sexual, and finally rested his hand at the back of Draco's neck.
Draco's eyes were closed, but then again, they had to be. This was one of those kisses that he just had to close his eyes. It was powerful, incredible, tender, passionate, and all the words Harry knew he'd never get the chance to say.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, but still not enough for Harry's liking they pulled apart. Draco's lips were red and sexy and everything Harry wanted. They made him want to take Draco into his arms and just start over. A few people had begun watching their little show and he flushed, reaching out and fixing Draco's clothes.
Draco gazed at him with a look of sheer adoration. "No one's ever made me feel like this Potter. Not one damn person in the whole world. So why am I… feeling like I need you so much?"
Harry took one had away from Draco's face and cupped his chin, forcing him to look up. "I don't know Draco. We're enemies after all."
"But, I don't hate you anymore. I can't. I was trained to and I try, but I can't." Draco admitted. "You're sweet and kind and passionate, and a damned good kisser, and even though we've always been enemies, you never made me feel like shit. You made me feel like I was worthy to be your rival."
"You're worthy to be my anything." Harry said, his voice emotion-filled. Draco was so stunning when he was pouring out his heart.
"But what am I to you?"
Harry thought carefully. Enemies? No, they'd moved past that now. Friends? He could confide in Draco, but it didn't feel like that. They'd been together for almost two months now. He should know. But he didn't. "I don't know." He answered. "But I know that you're important to me. And I know I shouldn't be feeling this way about you. But I do."
Draco took a deep breath. "Do you…love me?" he asked, eyes wide.
"No." Harry answered.
"…Good. Then we can continue. We should make our kisses less meaningful though. You kiss as if you were in love with me."
Harry heard it. He heard the slight disappointment in his voice. Some part of Draco hadwanted him to love him. And why not? No one loved Draco. It was only natural. But he'd never love Draco. Or so he told himself.
"The train is going to leave me." Draco said after a while. Harry could see his eyes shimmering with tears. He looked truly beautiful. "I had better go."
"Be good." Harry smiled, wrapping him in a deep embrace. Draco smiled to him as he entered the train, and then disappeared from view. Harry stood there for a long time, clutching himself, till the conductor of the platform told him he had to return to school.
Draco lay his book aside and stared out the window, watching the rain splatter outside.
He wished that Harry was here to sing to him about the rain. If he was lucky, he might pull him into his lap, or hold him from behind. Being near Harry was enough. It hurt so much to be so far away, Harry was intoxicating him. And when he was near Harry, he wanted to pull him closer and cry and cry forever.
He envied Ron, who slept beside Harry. He wondered if he sometimes slipped into bed beside Harry. Or worse, were they having a relationship? Tears streamed down his face as he stared out the window, which was slowly getting foggy. He could imagine Harry now, holding him gently from behind kissing his neck. "Baby what's wrong?" He'd whisper. Draco shivered. Ron would be so lucky if he got with Harry. Harry was a sweetheart, and Draco knew he cried too damn much but Harry never got irritated at it. He seemed to find it cute.
Cute. He was so jealous of Ron at that moment. He wanted to stab him and anyone who'd ever gotten with Harry. There was no denying the fact that he wanted Harry for his own. But he could never have him. Plus Harry didn't love him, and he most certainly didn't love Harry. 'I hope…'
When he got home, the servants were the only one who greeted him, and thankfully he went to his room. He wouldn't have to suffer his father's wrath for a while. Right? No such luck. After he'd changed his clothes and was lying on his bed, dreaming about (of course) Harry, his father came into the room without knocking.
"Draco." He said sweeping Draco with his ice-cold glare.
"Yes father?" Draco kept his eyes on the ground.
"We have to talk. Now." His father stood, his long hair flowing down his back menacingly. Draco shut his eyes. His father knew. He knew that he knew. So it came as no surprise when his dad opened his mouth next. "I know about Potter."
I'm really sorry this chapter is so very short, but man, I couldn't find a better place to end it. The next one will be longer I promise.
What going to happen with Draco and daddy? Argh, the suspense is killing me!
Thank 4 the comment iridescentcloudAre u serious about that thing at school o.0 woah. Mad man! LOL. Draco will come back...i think, and the rest of the slytherins are so damn scared of harry they don't bug and/or talk to him. thinking about a pissed of harry makes them pee their pants. U know me, u comment, I bust my butt and update. Its like a circle. Wait no, a rectangle…or is it a square…-.- anime rocks