I'm pretty sure I told you all it's kind of fluffy from here on out and full of sexy time. I haven't wrote a lot lately but I'm on holiday for pretty much two weeks so I'll have plenty of time to work on it and maybe even finish it soon. Fingers crossed anyway.
I put that poll up on my profile page for the next idea for a story. I will probably do them both eventually but I just want to know which you would prefer first. I've developed one more than the other so far but I am willing to pick either one.
I was overwhelmed by the amount of feedback I had on that last chapter. 45 comments on one chapter just blows my mind. I don't know about anyone else but that is just so strange for me. A special thank you to KINGOFWEIRDNESS whom has been giving me compliments left, right and centre and who is just an awesome person.
I finished a one shot but can't post it yet because still haven't fixed the bug yet. Hopefully soon.
So enjoy this and I'll see you again next week. Lovelovelove you all.
Part 24
"Mate, you better wake up if you want breakfast," was the comment from Ron that awoke Harry the next morning. Harry groaned and wanted nothing more than to bury his face into his pillow and sleep until he was good and ready to wake up.
"Come on, you can tell us what happened last night," Ron said. It was the trigger that Harry needed for everything to come back to him and he slowly sat up, the smile on his face unmistakable. "Went well then?" Ron asked from his bed where he was tugging on his shoes.
A sudden thought occurred to Harry that maybe Draco wouldn't want anyone to know yet. He had been jumpy enough when that Ravenclaw had interrupted them. Maybe he regretted it? Maybe he wanted to forget all about it and move on? Harry swallowed hard. He wasn't sure if he would be able to put up with that, not after last night.
"Er, I'll be able to make that decision tonight," Harry said and he pulled himself out of bed. Ron frowned at him but before he could ask, Harry interrupted. "I have to shower, I'll just see you in class," and he closed the door to the bathroom after him.
He shakily switched on the shower and then inspected himself in the mirror while he waited for the water to heat up. His hair was of course dishevelled both from sleep and naturally, his lips were dry and chapped and his cheeks were slightly flushed, probably from the aching morning erection he sported. One unusual mark stood out however, in the form of an angry red welt on the juncture of his neck and shoulder. His fingers were still shaking when he traced over it and found himself grinning again. No. He wouldn't let Draco just forget about this and move on, not after he marked him the way he did.
Thanks to a spell that he had heard Ron mutter so many times after being with Hermione he knew how to hide the bite on his neck and was able to join Ron and Hermione in their Defence Against the Dark arts class without having to worry about them finding out about it. They both asked about what had happened the night before and Harry told them that they had just talked and then had left, but would be meeting again tonight. Or at least he seriously hoped that they would.
He didn't expect to see Draco again until lunch time at the earliest, considering that he didn't have any classes with him until after then. He had no idea what he would say when he did see him and stopped long enough to talk. He really had no idea how Draco would react after last night and it was disconcerting him to no end. So when he was studying in the library, just before lunch, he was most surprised when Neville turned up with a letter.
"Oh Harry. He said I might find you here," Neville interrupted his train of thought on his potions essay and caused him to look up and peer around his table for the source. Neville materialised carrying a large potted pink and spiky plant in one hand and a folded up sheet of parchment in the other.
"Hey Neville, what's up?" Harry said with a frown and a quick cautious glance at the plant. On closer inspection it looked like it was producing some sort of puss from the bottom of it. He'd had enough experience with Neville's plants to know to give them a wide enough birth.
"Malfoy asked me to give you this. Said it was urgent," Neville said handing over the folded parchment only just quick enough not to realise that Harry practically snatched it from him.
"Urgent?" Harry asked as he broke open the seal but didn't unfold it in Neville's presence no matter how much he wanted to.
"Apparently, that's why I came straight here, he said you might be studying, don't know how he knew that but never mind. Still freaks me out that he's even civil to me," Neville said with an accompanied shudder to match. "Anyway, better go, I've got to see Professor Sprout about this thing, I'm pretty sure it's not meant to be oozing like that," he finished gesturing to his plant and then waved his goodbye.
Harry quickly glanced down at the parchment he was holding in one hand and started to gather his things with his other. Potter, Prefect bathroom, in five minutes, be there or I'll leave, DM.
Harry was already throwing items haphazardly in his bag by the time he finished the note and stuffed it into the pocket of his robes. There was no way he wanted to miss out on this. He hastened his exit out of the library to a surprised Miss Prince and all but ran to the Prefect bathroom. To say he was eager would be an understatement.
He finally reached the entrance and muttered the password and then slowly entered. Once he got past the door he was faced with Draco turned to him with his wand pointed at him. Harry reacted automatically and pulled his own out quicker than in a blink of an eye, pointing it back and letting the door fall shut behind him.
"What are you doing?" Draco asked as he lowered his wand just an inch, his face surprised.
"What are you doing?" Harry asked back, keeping his wand up and steady.
"I thought you were going to be some Ravenclaw, about to interrupt again," Draco said, finally seeing Harry as no threat and tucking his wand away. Harry kept his raised for just now.
"And what? You were going to hex them?" Harry asked. Draco rolled his eyes and shuffled where he stood.
"Not hex them. Give me a bit more credit than that Potter, confudle them and make them forget why they came in here maybe," he shrugged. It was Harry's turn to roll his eyes as he finally put his wand away and was reminded of why he was here in the first place, or at least why he thought he was.
They fell into a silence that was about to turn awkward if they let it. They both just shuffled on the spot as they both obviously realised it was now time to think about why they were even here in the first place. Harry scratched the back of his head as he pondered on where to start the conversation.
"About last night," Draco started and Harry trained his eyes on him. He looked torn, as if he wanted to say something but wasn't sure how it would be perceived. Harry decided to throw his two knuts in before he could, just so they both knew where he stood in this situation.
"I don't regret it. Not a bit," Harry said with a shake of his head. Draco studied him for a moment as if trying to decide if he was telling the truth before he broke into a small smile, obviously coming to the conclusion that he was.
"Me neither," Draco said and Harry watched as his top teeth slowly drew his bottom lip into his mouth and nibbled a little.
"I meant every word I said too," Harry said, referring to the fact that he pretty much admitted that he liked Draco.
"Even the part about me being an arse?" Draco asked with his chin raised and his smile still lingering around his lips that he was still biting down on. Harry was suddenly filled with the realisation of how innocent and fucking hot that was at the same time and the need to both hold Draco close to him and kiss those worrying lips was strong. He however did neither. For now.
"Especially that part," Harry said in response to Draco's question and Draco's face split into a fully fledged grin. Harry grinned back and noted that they had become much closer together than they had been to begin with, now only really a body width or two apart. He wasn't sure whom had moved closer to whom but didn't really care if he was being perfectly honest.
"Good," Draco said and without much of a hesitation Harry was being passionately kissed and pushed towards the wall.
Before his back hit the tiles, he managed to turn them and in turn pressed Draco against it. It would always be a fight for control between them but he knew he wouldn't want it any other way, and he was sure Draco probably felt the same. Their teeth and tongues melded and clashed and their kiss turned fierce like the ones from the night before. It was quick and heated and Draco's hands were clutching Harry as if he was scared to let go.
Harry slipped his hands into Draco's robes and gripped at his hips and sides tightly, hard enough to leave bruises, he also scared to let go. He felt Draco's hands around his neck, his fingertips pressing and searching around his neck and shoulders. Without any warning he pulled out of the kiss long before Harry was ready and tugged on the collar of Harry's shirt.
"What are you-?" Harry started to ask, attempting to look down for what Draco was searching for but only really getting a nose full of citrus smelling blonde hair. He halted speaking and couldn't help wanting to nuzzle into it, but managed to stop himself, drawing the line at the weirdness there before he got carried away.
"Where-?" Draco whispered, the brush of his breath against Harry's neck, fingers pressing firmer before they hit the concealed spot that withdrew a hiss from Harry, and he realised what Draco was looking for.
"Finite incantatum," Harry muttered and felt the tingle of the magic lifting off of his skin. Draco lifted his head and met Harry's eyes with a small smile.
"Why'd you cover it?" he asked and finished with a peck to the side of Harry's mouth.
"I wasn't sure if you wanted people to know, in fact I wasn't sure what was even happening, after you took off last night," Harry said. He scowled to try and show how much he had disliked that Draco had left him worrying about it the whole night but all Draco did was smile and kiss him again with the same passion as before. His fingertips stroked the mark on Harry's neck and the motion was sending chills down his spine.
Harry pressed his weight into Draco so that their bodies were flush against each other and Draco was fully pressed against the wall. Their kiss was made up of mainly teeth and saliva and it was rough and messy and theirs. Harry realised he could have done this all day, if he were allowed to and if the hard bulge pressing against him was anything to go by, so could Draco.
"You can tell whoever you like. I've got no one to tell. If you want to go public, go ahead, it's your decision," Draco said once he had stopped long enough to gather air back into his lungs. His fingers were exploring Harry's neck of their own accord and one hand was entwined in the hair at the back of his head. His touches were delicate and warm, a stark contrast to how roughly they were kissing, but completely comforting.
"That's a big decision to leave up to me. This, whatever this is that we're doing, isn't going to go down well if people find out, I know that much," Harry said watching Draco's eyes as they watched his own fingers tracing Harry's skin. He felt him sigh against him and so let one of his hands gripping his hips travel around to his lower back.
"I know that too. You're the one it'd affect the most though. Golden boy with an ex-Death Eater has the potential to ruin you. I've got nothing to loose," Draco said, not quite catching Harry's eyes as he said it. It saddened Harry to a point that Draco perceived it that way, but he decided with himself that he would try and change that opinion in the future, if what they were doing continued.
"I don't want to tell anyone yet, no one public anyway. I can trust Ron and Hermione, so I'll tell them. I think we need to prepare the real world before we say anything to anyone else though," Harry said. Draco glanced quickly at Harry with a short, small smile before he focused back on Harry's neck and peppered it with soft barely even there kisses.
"I agree," he mumbled against Harry's skin.
"You know, this isn't like I imagined it to be," Harry admitted. He was completely surprised at how tender and gentle Draco was being.
"You imagined this?" Draco asked and leant back on the tiles to look at Harry from further away, even though they were as close as two people could get. His hands were still where they had been tracing the sharp lines and planes of Harry's skin and in his hair and he didn't really think he could let go any time soon.
Harry shrugged. "Maybe," he said as he looked down to where his hands were hidden in Draco's robes.
"Me too," Draco said. They grinned at each other and Harry felt a tug just below his belly button that told him he wanted to kiss Draco again just like they had been doing before.
The noise of shuffling feet and chattering voices outside the safety of their bathroom stopped any advancement and both boys looked over at the door beside them. Somewhere along the line Draco had locked the door behind Harry so they weren't that bothered about that particular aspect. It still brought them back to the reality of where they were though and that was enough.
"Lunch..." Draco said and heaved a heavy sigh before he dropped his hands from around Harry. Harry did the same and stepped back, out of Draco's personal space. He ran a hand through his hair and shook himself. He felt better when they were in their own world, he felt...deflated without Draco's warmth surrounding him.
"Probably should eat something since I skipped breakfast," Harry said and watched Draco push himself off of the wall and turn to the mirrors to sort his appearance even though, as cheesy as it sounded, Harry didn't think it was necessary.
"You sound as if you think this will be the last chance we get to do this. We can pick up where we left off later tonight. That is if you turn up," Draco said.
"I'll never live that down will I?" Harry said. Draco grinned as he turned back around from the mirror and walked past Harry to the door.
"You could always make it up to me later and I may consider it," Draco said casually and winked, there was no doubting it this time. He was gone before Harry could formulate a response.
He dwelled on it for a little while, thinking about how exactly he could do that, even though he had an idea of what Draco wanted. He felt his nervousness that had become incredibly familiar lately, roam around in his stomach. He'd never done anything like it before. What if he did it wrong? Despite his worries however, he left after the shuffling of footsteps died down, with a smile on his face.