A/N: Hooray! Another chapter for this story! Now I hate to say this, but my Christmas break is over and I'm going to be back at work again. I hope that I can stay on top of things though and continue getting updates out, but if it's a while inbetween you know why. This chapter has a bit of lemon and lots of fluff. There are some parts from last chapter, but I didn't think you guys would mind the repeat ;) Enjoy!
Also, I've got a new story called Withdrawn that I've started. It's rather dramatic, but fluffy of course :) Check it out if you haven't already!
Chapter 14: A Coincidence?
I was grateful that Harry stopped to listen to me explain or at least give me a chance. He didn't look happy and I couldn't say I didn't blame him. Andrew had always been a jealous man. He didn't want to share me with anyone including my friends from school. One of the many reasons we drifted away over that time frame because Andrew wouldn't allow me to be available. I was surprised that he even allowed me to move into the same building as Harry and his friends, but he probably figured that since we hadn't been friends in school that there was no reason to keep me from moving in there. That was the best decision I had ever made moving in there, for many more reasons then getting away from Andrew.
I was embarrassed to admit to Harry that I wasn't as skilled in the sexual department. I figured that wouldn't have been addressed for awhile because we were going to take things slow, but then Andrew had to open his big fat mouth and I had no choice, but to clarify.
Harry seems to have forgiven me now that I've explained my relationship with Andrew. However, he seemed rather bitter at the fact that I was more experienced than him. Like it mattered! No matter who you are with, the experiences are going to be different. My experience with Andrew was for merely testing purposes, where as with Harry it would be true and real. He had to understand that.
"Harry, it doesn't matter to me how much experience you have. I've never gone any further with anyone because I didn't want to, until now," I whispered to him. It didn't quite explain how experiences were different, but it still got my point across. I had been single for several months before really falling for Harry and the reason for my being single was clear. I was waiting for Harry. I didn't want to give myself to anyone else, but Harry. An adorable blush appeared on his face that I just wanted to kiss away, but right now I had to explain myself more. He had to know, just as Demure and I had agreed on.
"But I-" he interrupted.
"No, just listen. If I don't get this out now, I won't have the courage later. Harry, I, I really, really, really like you. You are sexy, kind, caring, extremely loyal, understanding, and forgiving. You are the strongest person I know and I can't stop thinking about you. Every time we kiss, I feel like my heart is going to burst out of my chest. I have wanted you for so long and I know I'll never stop. I want to be with you. I want to be that person you can always rely on. I want to be your boyfriend, Harry, if you'll have me that is," I explained to him practically repeating the same words that I had written to Demure.
He stared at me for a moment and I saw something in his eyes that didn't seem to be an emotion that should be seen in a situation like this. It looked like he was trying to remember something. It made no sense to me. I had never told a soul aside from Demure about my feelings for Harry so why would he look as if he had heard it before.
"I, uh…wow, um…. I really, really, really, like you too. More than you could possibly understand I'm sure. You are so unbelievably gorgeous, but you are also sweet, caring, considerate, and very forgiving. I mean we were awful to each other in school. I thought you were an insufferable git and you thought of me as the biggest prat in the world, but here we are. You're building me back up, Draco, and I can't possibly think of anyone else I'd rather be with than you. I spent so many years wishing you weren't always there, but now I can't seem to want to be away from you. I want to be with you more than anything. I want to be your boyfriend and anything else that comes our way," he finally spoke. I processed his words and wondered where I had heard them before. This was too strange. It seemed like déjà vu or something even though Harry and I had never discussed our feelings for one another.
I brushed it away though because Harry had just told me how he felt about me and nothing else mattered then. I could literally jump onto this bench and announce to the whole world that Harry was finally mine to love and be with. Yes, I said love because deep down, I knew that I loved him.
"So we're together then?" I asked him. I grinned at him waiting for his response, for him to actually say that we were together.
"Definitely, if you want crazy, old me," he teased. Of course I want you, I wanted to exclaim, but instead I showed him physically just how much I wanted him.
I smiled at him and brought my hands up to cup his face in my hands. I watched as his eyes fluttered slightly and when they opened again I found myself searching his eyes for any reluctance. I saw none and leaned forward to gently press my lips to his. I couldn't imagine doing anything more enjoyable then kissing him. He surprised me though and showed me that there was plenty more that I could enjoy that went along with kissing. He was straddling me now and my half hard member went from half to full on once he ground his hips in to me. I bit back a moan as I slipped my hands underneath his shirt wanting to touch his warm skin and once we touched it felt like a shock wave went through my fingers and straight to my groin.
I moved away from his lips needing a quick breather to gather my thoughts and fight for control. I didn't want to push, but Gods, it felt so good to feel him against me. I heard him whimper when I broke our kiss, but as soon as I touched his neck with my lips he shuddered in pleasure, at least I hoped it was pleasure and I shifted pushing myself up into him. It was like fire when our groins touched and I just wanted to disappear with him and ravish him senseless, but at the moment my mind was muddled with Harry's essence and the fact that we were out in public, where anyone could see, didn't phase me one bit.
Harry ground into me again and this time I couldn't contain the moan that I'd been suppressing. Merlin, he felt so good. We leaned back slightly and looked at each other and I imagined that my eyes mirrored his and there was no question that we wanted each other badly in this very moment. We grinned at each other and then within the blink of an eye Harry looked determined and he was crushing his lips to mine. I was taken by surprise and let out a very unmanly squeak. I wrapped my arms tighter around him wanting to pull him even closer to me, not that there was much more available room.
I nearly shuddered when I felt his hands move from my neck to up the back of my shirt and felt his cool fingertips against my back. He groaned and I tightened my grasp on his sides before delving my tongue deeper into his mouth. I was about to burst and I was about to rip his clothes off just so I could feel more of him against me. This was not something that should be done on a park bench, but I didn't care. All that mattered to me at the moment was him and wanting to feel every part of him in me, around me, through me.
At some point my hands had gotten a mind of their own and were now trying in vain to unbutton Harry's shirt. I was nearly done with the first button when I heard someone clear their throat behind us. We broke apart quickly and looked down between us. Harry's hands were thinking the same thing apparently as he had been working on unbuttoning my shirt as well.
I wanted to growl at the person who had so rudely interrupted us, but when I looked behind Harry to see who it was I felt my growl disappear and instead wanted to whimper at the woman who was looking at me through narrowed eyes. I looked back up at Harry sheepishly, I'm sure, and he slowly turned around to see his best friend standing there looking rather annoyed.
"Hello, Mione," he said innocently. I grinned behind him when I saw a goofy smile form on his perfect lips.
"I didn't realize that PDA was your thing, Harry," Hermione said as she looked over Harry's shoulder and her narrowed gaze settled on me. I had the grace to blush and look ashamed even though I felt no shame whatsoever for being caught snogging Harry.
"Well, I, uh, we got caught up in the moment?" he questioned her sweetly. I glanced over to see if she would glower further, but I saw the hint of a smile pulling at the corners or her mouth.
"Obviously. Might I suggest you continue inside?" she commented lifting an eyebrow. She had a point, this wasn't something that should be seen by the fine Muggles of London, but then I found that I didn't care. Again, all that mattered to me was being with Harry.
Harry glanced back at me and we exchanged a look that I knew said that we definitely weren't finished. My erection was still aching and if the hard, heavy weight that I felt against me was any sign, Harry was aching too.
"I think you're right, Mione," he told her calmly. He turned back to look at me and we smiled at each other before he pressed his lips against mine again. I wrapped my arms around him tightly and thought of our destination and quickly apparated us away. We landed heavily on his bed without so much as breaking our kiss.
"Much better," I whispered against his lips as I went back to unbuttoning his shirt. I took my time because I knew that I was driving him nuts. He had already unbuttoned my shirt and splayed it open before I was even done with the third button on his shirt.
He growled in annoyance and pushed my hands away before literally ripping his shirt off. I swore I saw the rest of his buttons flying about the room, but once I saw that toned chest of his, I instantly forgot about them and zeroed in on said chest. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him down on top of me. I swear that my whole world was turning upside down as soon as his warm chest touched my own. It was all so overwhelming.
He kissed me quickly before moving on to my neck repeating my movements from earlier. I wasn't sure how he did it, but he knew just where to kiss and where to lick in a way that drove me crazy. He moved from my neck and down my chest peppering me with kisses. He flicked his tongue quickly over one nipple before kissing his way to the other repeating the same movement. I groaned both times and arched my back, pushing him against me once more. He gasped and looked up at me. He was flushed and I imagined I was rather flushed too.
I pulled him up to me and pressed my lips to his once more. I quickly reversed our positions and teased him just as he had teased me. The sounds that I was eliciting from him encouraged me even more and I was tempted to remove his aching cock from the confines of his jeans in order to relieve him, but I stopped myself knowing that he just might not be ready for that.
I kissed my way back up to his panting lips and kissed him hard again. We moved against each other, moving faster and faster each time before I felt him tense against me and let out this delicious moan that made me burst against him as well. I looked down into his emerald eyes and felt nearly blinded by how bright they were. Harry was gorgeous when he came and I found that I definitely loved this look best so far.
We lied there on top of one another for several minutes breathing heavily, trying to regain some control over our emotions. Eventually I rolled off and lazily cleaned us up before wrapping my arms around him and pulling him against me. I kissed his shoulder and heard Harry sigh. I wasn't sure if that was a contented sigh or an 'oh shit, what did I just do' sigh.
"Are you alright?" I asked him not sure I wanted to hear his answer.
He nodded. "That was brilliant, Draco," he whispered back to me. I grinned and kissed his shoulder again before he rolled over and faced me. He brought one hand up to my face and ran a finger along my jaw. I leaned into his touch and felt chills course through me. Who knew that a simple move as that could make me feel all mushy inside?
"I hope I didn't push you," I told him uncertainly. Even though he said it was brilliant a small part of me was still really nervous that I had pushed him too far and forced myself on to him.
"Definitely not. If you will recall, I straddled you, not the other way around," he said cheekily as he winked at me.
I grinned and leaned forward to capture his lips in a sweet kiss. "So I guess you forced yourself upon me then?" I teased.
He shrugged his shoulders and smirked. "Guilty as charged," he responded.
"Mmm, now what should your punishment be, Mister Potter?" I replied in as haughty of a tone as I could muster.
Harry looked to be deep in thought for a moment before he smiled shyly and looked back up at me. "How about staying right here, just like this, for the rest of the day?" he suggested.
I pretended to weigh the pros and cons of his suggestion and nodded. "That is definitely a punishment that I am willing to bestow upon you," I replied. He smiled brilliantly at me and I couldn't help but smile back in the same way. I was falling hard for this man and there was nothing that was going to stop me.
He nuzzled into me as he wrapped his arms around me as well. I sighed as I kissed the top of his head completely content with where we were. I imagined doing this every day with him and swelled with warmth. I looked over the top of his head at his night stand and caught sight of something that I was surprised to see. It was my journal or at least it looked exactly like it.
I looked down at Harry feeling betrayed slightly. How could he have gotten a hold of my journal? He's never been to my flat and he wouldn't know where I kept it. I studied it from afar and felt the need to smack myself in the head for jumping to conclusions. Harry had a journal and it was likely that it was probably the same one or similar to mine. I scolded myself for doubting Harry's integrity. I assured myself that this wasn't my journal, but his and as I closed my eyes to fall asleep like Harry had already done, I felt something nagging me in the back of my mind, something that seemed too much of a coincidence.