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Chapter 14
Draco and Harry finally left the Room of Requirement hours later with smiles on their faces that they were beginning to think would never go away. Dinner began in a few minutes, and they knew that if they didn't emerge for supper, people would definitely ask questions. Spend the day in Hogsmead together, sure, but disappear afterwards through dinner?
The boys were the first upperclassmen to arrive at dinner. While waiting for Hermione to arrive, Harry stared at Draco across the room. Draco had his eyes averted, but his cheeks were tinted slightly. Harry knew that Draco could tell he was watching him, and it made his stomach flutter.
"Where did you disappear off to?" Hermione asked, sitting down next to Harry. He jumped and turned to look at his bushy-haired friend. She took one look at his grin and a similar one broke out across her face. "I presume you had a nice day, then?" Harry bit his lip and nodded. Hermione chuckled before grabbing a goblet of pumpkin juice. Harry couldn't concentrate on anything except for the memory of Draco's lips against his own, the feel of their bodies pressed together. Hermione elbowed him in the side as his sleeve attempted to run through the soup.
"I'm not actually that hungry," Harry said, downing a glass of water. "I think I'll head to the library or something." He hurried out of the Great Hall and waited near the entrance to the staircases. He hoped that Draco would catch his hint and follow him. He desperately wanted to spend more time with Draco before the day was up.
Draco watched Harry depart dinner without eating. He stood up as well, sprouting off some excuse to Pansy about how he wasn't feeling too well and he was going to ask Pomfrey for something to calm his stomach. Neither Slytherin looked like they bought the excuse, but they didn't say anything.
Harry was waiting for him at the foot of the stairs, and Draco smirked. "Honestly, Harry. You couldn't last one hour without me?" Harry rolled his eyes as they began walking up the staircases and heading back towards the Room of Requirement. "I'm touched."
"Touched in the head," Harry muttered, and Draco elbowed him. Harry feigned hurt and they both laughed. If anyone were to walk past the two, they would see a Slytherin and a Gryffindor getting along, walking close together and laughing at a shared joke. They would probably run to consult Madame Pomfrey to make sure they weren't losing their minds.
Once inside the Room of Requirement, which had taken on the same look as it had had earlier, Draco sat down on the large couch and he pulled Harry onto his lap. Harry blushed and fidgeted slightly. He could feel the nervousness bubbling up inside of his chest. He wasn't sure how far this would go, and he wasn't sure how far he would be comfortable with going.
Draco brushed the hair out of Harry's face. "You should get your hair trimmed," he said quietly as he ran his fingers along Harry's face, tracing his strong jawbone. Draco licked his lips and Harry watched with fascination as the pink tongue flicked out to wet equally pink lips.
"Maybe I like my hair long," Harry said. Draco shook his head.
"With your hair long, I can't see your eyes." A pair of large hands rested themselves on Harry's hips, and he was pulled closer to Draco's chest. "I love your eyes," the blond whispered quietly in Harry's ear, his breath fanning across his neck. He shivered and closed his eyes. Draco pressed his lips to Harry's neck softly, and Harry nearly came undone with the small touch. His neck was his largest erogenous zone.
Harry clutched Draco's shirt tightly as the blond began to softly pepper kisses across his neck before moving towards his jaw. Harry was trying his hardest not to gasp aloud, but it was becoming harder and harder with each press of lips to his neck. Draco's lips finally met Harry's, and Harry pressed Draco against the couch as he kissed him hard. A low groan came from the back of Draco's throat, and Harry could feel his blood rushing south.
Harry slid his hands up into Draco's hair and tilted his head. He writhed around on Draco's lap slightly, and Draco grasped Harry's hips tightly as he gasped against Harry's mouth. "Harry, you can't do that," he mumbled against Harry's lips. Harry did it again, and Draco let out a high pitched keen. "Harry."
Harry nibbled on Draco's bottom lip before pulling it between his teeth. The lips beneath his slowly parted, and the temperature of the room went up twenty degrees. As Harry tenatively touched the tip of his tongue against Draco's, a loud voice exploded from behind them.
Harry fell off of Draco's lap as Ron Weasley's voice came screeching from behind them. "What the bleeding fuck is this?" he demanded. Harry got off of the floor and turned to face Ron, who was the color of an eggplant. Harry was surprised there wasn't steam coming out of his ears, actually. Draco's hands were covering his face.
"What are you doing here, Ron?" Harry asked, trying to keep his voice steady. This was not how his day was supposed to go. This was also not how Ron was supposed to find out about this. His entire body was shaking, and he felt like he was going to cry.
"What are you doing here with him?" Ron screeched, pointing his finger at Draco, who still had his face covered with his hands. Harry didn't blame him. Being caught snogging Harry Potter was probably not high on his list of priorities.
"None of your damn business," Harry said, clenching his fists. Did Harry tell Ron how to live his life?
"I think it is my damn business when you run around snogging Malfoy, Harry! Do you know who you were kissing?"
"Obviously I know who I was kissing, Ron. I initiated it." Ron's blue eyes bugged out.
"This is Malfoy we're talking about, Harry! He's the son of a Death Eater." Harry could practically hear Draco's anger rising behind him. Draco might not care for his father much, but he didn't want to hear people talk badly about him, either. "He hates us!"
"I know who he is, Ron, and I know who is father is," Harry snapped. "I wouldn't really give a damn if his father was Voldemort."
"You can't be serious," Ron said, paling. "You can't be fucking serious!"
"I'm dead serious." Harry's fingernails were dug so far into his palms that he was sure he would have marks for days. "Get out."
"You can't make me do anything!" shouted Ron, who was slowly beginning to turn a nasty shade of puce. Harry drew his wand, and Ron backed towards the door.
"I said get out, Ron." The redhead stared at the phoenix feather wand gripped tightly in Harry's hand before backing out of the room. He shut the door without a word, and when it finally closed, Harry picked up the nearest thing and chucked it at the wall. "Fuck!"
Draco was still frozen in the same position he had been in for the last five minutes. Harry sat down next to him and pulled Draco's hands away from his face. He was amazed to see that there were tears in Draco's eyes. The blond tried to blink them away, but it didn't work.
"Harry... We can't..." Draco whispered, trying to pull away from Harry. "My father..." Harry wanted to punch something. Draco was so terrified of his father that he was crying over the fact that they had just been caught.
Harry crawled onto Draco's lap once more and pulled him close. "We'll be fine. Lucius won't find out, and we'll be fine." It felt strange to be the one doing the comforting, because for the past six months, Draco had been comforting Harry. Now that Harry had someone that made him just as happy as Cedric had, if not even happier, he couldn't let him go over something like a disapproving father. If he lost Draco... he didn't even want to think about it.
They stayed in that position for a long time, comforting each other until Draco finally looked up at Harry. He kissed him on the lips softly for a moment. "It's getting late..."
"I'm not leaving. I can't deal with Ron right now," Harry told Draco. "If you want to stay with me, I won't object." Draco smiled. The magic in the room wavered, and the interior transformed to resemble a posh bedroom. A large king-sized bed lay where the dining area had been, and a wardrobe sat next to it. Harry pulled Draco to his feet and over to the bed. They both knew that nothing would happen tonight, and they were fine with that.
After finding pyjama pants in the wardrobe, they changed and crawled into the bed. Draco spooned against Harry's back and pressed several butterfly kisses against the junction of his neck and shoulder. Harry shivered. Draco chuckled against the skin, causing Harry to shiver once more. Long fingers danced across Harry's abdomen and along his sides.
"Draco, you're venturing into dangerous territory," Harry warned. His entire body was beginning to heat up again. Draco grazed Harry's neck with his teeth, and Harry gasped loudly. Maybe staying the entire night in a bed with Draco wasn't such a good idea after all. Harry turned his head to the right and captured Draco's lips with his own. Within moments, Draco had him flat on his back and his entire body was pressed to Harry's. The skin to skin contact was incredible. Draco sucked Harry's bottom lip into his mouth and flicked his tongue over it, and Harry's hips bucked upwards against his will. Draco's tongue slid against Harry's, and they both groaned in unison at the feeling of pure bliss.
When Draco began to suck on Harry's tongue slowly, Harry nearly came undone right then and there. He ground his hips against his boyfriend, trying desperately to get some sort of friction. He knew that they needed to stop, but he couldn't for the life of him think of why. Everything felt so good. When Draco finally pulled away to breathe, Harry managed to choke out,
"We need to stop." Draco nodded and pressed a kiss to Harry's throat. "Really, Draco, we need to." Draco sighed deeply and rolled onto his back. His breathing was labored, and his cheeks were flushed a delicious shade of pink. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be," Draco said quietly, reaching over to remove Harry's glasses. "I got carried away." Harry rolled onto his stomach and placed his head on Draco's chest. He wrapped his legs around one of Draco's and pulled him close.
"Goodnight, Draco," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to Draco's bare chest.
"Goodnight, Harry."