A/N: Ah, the morning after the kiss... The title should signal what happens :) Enjoy!
Chapter 11: Really, Draco?
Draco awoke feeling rather chilly, well on most of his body anyway. His left side was quite warm. He looked over to see where the warmth was coming from and he realized that he had a warm body lying next to him, cuddled up against him. It was Harry. He stared at him for a moment as he processed why he was in his bed and then he remembered Harry's dream, and the kiss, and Harry's request for him to stay until he fell asleep. He felt good lying next to him. He sighed though, realizing that there were still a few hours until morning and decided that he should get up and go to his own room. He leaned over and kissed Harry on the forehead gently before he carefully got out of the bed and started to leave. He heard Harry murmur something, but he couldn't hear what he said. He sighed and then left.
When he got to his room, he lit a fire and settled into bed. He lied down and stared up at the canopy of his bed. He touched his lips, remembering the kiss that he had shared with Harry. It was single handedly the best kiss he had ever experienced. He had never been attracted to other men. He looked, but they never seemed to pique his interest. Then there was Harry. He had been watching him since he was 11 years old. It wasn't until he was in sixth year that he started to notice him in a different way. Of course, there was no one he would ever have admitted it to; after all, Harry had been his enemy. Well, inwardly he hadn't been an enemy, he had been his hope for freedom, but outwardly he had been his enemy.
After the war, he didn't see Harry much and he kind of put his attraction to the back of his mind and went about life. He became a healer and began making up for all the shit his parents had done as well as the things that he had done. He was making an honest living for himself. When Harry woke up and he talked to him for the first time, those feelings came back to the surface. They simmered there while Harry was in the hospital, starting to simmer more and more. Once he was alone with him, it became so much harder to keep the attraction calm. He knew that Harry was starting to feel something too. He didn't know his sexual preference other than he had a thing with Ginny Weasley that didn't last. He wondered if Harry was the same as him, if he had looked at other men before, but only Draco caught his attention. As he looked back on all their exchanges over the years, he realized that there was a sexual charge there in nearly every confrontation.
He sighed. He was getting ahead of himself. He didn't know how Harry felt about him, but he imagined that it wasn't nearly as much as he felt for him. He closed his eyes and started to drift off to sleep, dreams of Harry slipping through his mind.
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Harry awoke to some light filtering through his window. He stretched and sat up, looking around. Last night came back to him and he smiled as he touched his lips. He felt lighter than he had in days. He vaguely remembered asking Draco to stay until he fell asleep, he thought for a moment that maybe he had stayed longer, but he wasn't sure. He shrugged. He didn't think his mood could be ruined so he got up and started to get ready. He was careful as he moved around. He wanted to go to Hogwarts today and he wondered if he might be able to sneak a kiss while they were there. He smiled to himself as he got ready to shower.
After his shower, Harry dressed and left his room. He stopped outside of Draco's room wondering if he was still sleeping. He usually left his door ajar when he was up and since it was closed, he figured he was still sleeping. He walked away and headed downstairs. The smell of bacon was wafting up to Harry and he moved a bit quicker down the steps. He walked into the kitchen to see Kreacher cooking and humming to himself. Harry settled at the table and poured himself some pumpkin juice.
"Good mornings, Master Harry," Kreacher said as he placed a plate with food in front of him.
"Good morning," he replied through a mouth full of bacon. Kreacher gave him a crooked elf grin and a knowing look.
"I really should tell you to punish yourself for the trick you played," Harry scolded.
Kreacher looked up at him and looked briefly remorseful until he scowled at him. "Wells, somethings had to bes done. Yous didn't sees it, but Is did. Mister Malfoy likes yous a lot. Ands from seeings him leaves earlys this morning, I would says it worked," Kreacher stated. He nodded once and started to walk out of the kitchen.
Harry couldn't help, but chuckle. He shook his head and continued to eat as he glanced through the Prophet. "Smells good down here," Draco said sleepily as he walked into the kitchen. Harry started to choke on his pumpkin juice as he hadn't heard Draco come down the stairs. Draco walked over and patted him on the back until his coughing calmed. "Careful, Harry," he muttered. Harry's heart was pounding and he was pretty sure it wasn't because of his choking. One kiss and it brings me to this? He thought to himself.
"Sorry, I didn't hear you come down. You surprised me," Harry replied in a crackly voice from his coughing.
Draco sat down across from him. "Well, as long as you're okay," he said quietly.
Harry looked up at him and frowned. "Are you okay?" he asked. He wondered if Draco was regretting what had happened between them last night.
Draco looked up. He studied him for several moments. "I'm fine. Just a bit tired I suppose. What's going on today?" he asked.
Harry leaned back and crossed his arms. He wanted to push it, but he chose not to. Maybe what was wrong had nothing to do with him. "I want to go to Hogwarts today. Do you still want to come with me?"
Draco smiled slightly and nodded. "Yes, I still do. Besides, who knows what will happen if I'm not there," he stated with a wink. Harry narrowed his gaze at him and blushed. He reached over and pulled his potion towards him. He took his next dose before Draco needed to remind him.
"Alright, well let's leave in about an hour then," he stated as he returned to his paper.
Draco sat back in his seat. What he had really wanted to do was kiss Harry good morning as soon as he walked into the kitchen, but he was so unsure if last night happened only because Harry was emotionally charged from his dream last night or if it was real. The way Harry was acting right now, he wondered if it had been just a fluke.
"I'll just go get ready then," he said quietly as he stood up and started to leave. Harry set his paper down and turned to look at him.
"Wait," he said. He pulled himself up and walked over to him. He stopped in front of him and looked up at him. He studied him for a moment before he leaned up and kissed him gently. Draco was so surprised that his eyes widened and he moved his head back. Harry pulled back and stared at him. He sighed and started back towards the kitchen. He picked up his and Draco's plate and brought them to the sink. Draco stood in the doorway of the kitchen unsure what had just happened and why he hadn't kissed Harry back. He could clearly see that he had hurt Harry's feelings.
"Harry, I-" he began, but Harry was shaking his head.
"No big deal. Get ready. I'll wait for you in the garden," Harry replied. He didn't look at him as he moved towards his back door and grabbed a cloak from the coat rack and walked out. The door shut loudly behind him.
"Really, Draco? Really?" he questioned aloud. He growled as he stomped upstairs.
