"Oh no, no you don't," Harry growled at Draco, "You're not going anywhere."
He grabbed Draco around the hips and pulled him back down to kiss him again. Draco struggled at first, but quickly melted into the kiss. Harry felt sparks igniting all over his skin and he shivered against the pale boy on his lap. Draco pulled away, gasping for air like he was coming up from being underwater. Harry chuckled a bit at the boy, who smacked his arm. Harry grinned at him and pulled him down for more snogging. He shivered as Draco swiped his tongue across Harry's lips. I could do this all day, Harry thought as he opened his mouth to receive Draco's prompting tongue. Draco paused and drew back for a moment.
"Are you cold?" Draco questioned in a concerned tone.
"No, why?" Harry responded in a rather irritated tone (he was rather frustrated that he was interrupted).
"You keep shivering," Draco explained, "So I thought you were cold."
Harry smiled up at Draco, who'd wrapped his arms around his chest and was looking off to the side. Harry loved the way Draco's cheeks were tinged pink and he kissed the one facing him.
"It's you," Harry said, "You're the one making me shiver."
Draco sheepishly turned to look at Harry, the pink in his cheeks deepening a bit.
"Really?" he question hesitantly.
Damn he's cute. Look how innocent he looks. No way I can ravish him now. Harry smiled up at the boy, mostly from his own thoughts.
"Really," Harry answered, "Now can I kiss you some more?"
Draco blush seemed to deepen significantly as he tried to look everywhere but Harry. After several seconds that felt like years, Draco nodded sharply and leaned his head down to meet Harry's lips. Harry pressed his hands into Draco's rear, pulling him closer until their bodies melted into each other and they were just one big writhing body. Harry nipped at Draco's bottom lip, recalling that Draco had enjoyed being bit the night before. Draco yelped slightly and bit right back. Now it was a fight to see who was in power as they mercilessly attacked each other's mouths.
Harry suddenly whirled Draco around and plopped him down on the couch, breaking off their kiss with a popping noise. Draco looked up at him with slight panic in his eyes until Harry leaned down and continued where they left off. It was rather awkward, having to contend with the back of the sofa and a smaller writhing boy beneath him, but he managed pretty well until he was interrupted.
"Oh gross!" a voice shouted, "Get a room!"
Harry looked up at his best friend, his mouth still glued to Draco's. He broke off from the Slytherin and sat up, still straddling the boy so he couldn't run off. He glared at Ron in what he hoped was a look that would cause his best friend to turn around and go back to bed.
"Can't you see I'm busy, Ron?" he snarled rather viciously.
"Yeah, I can see it," Ron laughed, "It's gross. Who is that? Is that Malfoy?"
Harry heard Draco squeak beneath him and looked down to see that he was covering his face, presumably from embarrassment.
"Yes, it's Draco," Harry answered, "Now if you don't mind I'm going to go back to snogging him senseless."
"Oi!" Ron called, "You might want to get a more private room. People are waking up."
Stupid, stupid, stupid, Draco berated himself silently. He had been so embarrassed when Weasley walked in to find Harry on top of him in the Gryffindor common room. Harry bantered with Weasley for a few moments while Draco hid his face like a silly child. After Weasley left, Harry pulled Draco's hands away from his face and smiled softly down at him. Draco knew his face had to be an awful shade of red by now, but Harry didn't seem to mind. He just leaned down and kissed Draco chastely on the mouth.
"You should go, sweetie," Harry whispered.
"Yeah, I should," Draco had answered.
Harry lifted himself away with little effort and pulled Draco up to a sitting position. He kissed him again and then pulled him over to the portrait. Harry looked like he was fighting the urge to drag Draco up to his room instead of push him out the portrait hole. Draco watched Harry rather closely for a few minutes. Harry looked around briefly and kissed him softly again. Draco felt his lips turn up in a wide, genuine smile as Harry pulled his face away from Draco's. Harry beamed back at him and pushed open the portrait. Draco stepped out and turned back to Harry who seemed sad to see him go. He leaned back in and kissed Harry on the mouth and then scurried off to the Slytherin common room.
"Where you been?" Blaise demanded as Draco entered their room.
Draco grinned at the other boy in response. Blaise's eyebrows shot up and he grabbed Draco's shoulders.
"Details, now," he cried out at Draco.
Draco laughed and pushed Blaise away to go gather up some clothes.
"Tell me!" Blaise demanded, "Who was it? Someone I know? What house? It was a girl, right? Or was it a boy? Cute? Was he cute? Whoa. Did you bottom?"
"Stop it, Blaise," Draco laughed at his excited friend, "Yes, it's someone you know. Gryffindor. Yes, it was a boy. And no, he's not cute. He's freaking hot as hell. And no, I didn't, because we didn't have sex."
"Really?" Blaise asked in wonder, "Why are you so happy then?"
"I don't know," Draco admitted from somewhere inside their joint closet, "He makes me happy. He's so sweet."
Draco emerged from the closet with a dreamy look on his face. He was clutching his clothes to his chest and smiling at something off in the distance. Blaise raised his eyebrows even further.
"Draco," he started, "Don't get mad, but I think you're in love."
Draco's eyes snapped to the boy and he gaped at him. His shock quickly turned to anger and he glared at Blaise.
"I am not!" he shouted, "I am not in love! I don't fall in love!"
"I beg to differ," Blaise smirked at him, "Whoever this Gryffindor is has got you hooked. You're totally smitten."
Draco scowled at Blaise before going off to their bathroom to take a shower. He sat heavily on the edge of the tub and put his face in his hands. I can't be in love. I don't even know what that means. And a boy? Really? Father will kill me. And then he'll kill Harry! Why? Why? Why me? I can't be in love…it's not like we've done that much or talked that much. I mean he's so sweet and funny and sexy and he really cares…but I can't be in love with him! I just can't…
Little note: Do you guys hate me yet for prolonging the sex? ^_^ I'm so mischievous. I hope you guys liked it! I haven't been getting reviews very much. :( So I don't know if you love it or hate it. I neeeeeddddd reviews! Thanks for the reviews I have gotten and the follows and favorites! Love you guys!