A While In The Life…: Too Damn Plugged In To Notice

"So long, Jimmy..."

"Harry."

"...just swimming in your soul...mm-hmm.."

"Harry! You're doing it again!"

Ten fingers strummed some sort of imaginary guitar. "Mraw-aw-raw, mraw-aw-raww.."

Draco picked up a cushion and-

"Duh-duh- OW!"

- lobbed it at Harry's insufferable head, who unplugged himself from his Mac immediately and turned around with his arms held up defensively.

"Ow, Draco! That bloody hurt!" he got up, grasped the cushion and strode over to kneel by Draco on the floor by the bed. "What did I do to deserve that, hmm?"

"What did you do? Harry, you were brutally murdering what probably wasn't a particularly good song to begin with!" Draco put a hand on his heart and said solemnly, "I was seriously considering hitting you with something harder than a cushion. It was a dark time, Harry...a dark time."

Harry leant forward and rested his elbows on the edge of the bed. He was millimetres away from Draco's nose, and it made him go slightly cross-eyed. "Someone needs to get more accustomed to my musical needs."

"Yes, but someone else needs to acquiesce to the medical needs...of my ears!"

Draco got his nose flicked- which hurt- in response, and Harry got up. He called to Draco as he made his way to the bathroom. "Your words are meaningless to my ears. Can't starve me of my tunes, baby!"

Wince. "As long as you swear to me to never repeat that. Ever again. Ever."

Harry laughed, and shut the door. Draco almost smiled to himself, before remembering the awfulness of the line, and choosing instead to automatically cringe. Harry came out of the bathroom humming; he was either blind to or chose to ignore the glare sent his way, and continued gaily over to his computer.

"Oh- before I forget; Hermione's coming over in a bit." Harry said, wheeling around in his tracks to face Draco.

His eyes were met with an apparently indifferent grey pair. "...So?"

"So," Harry continued, pressing his hands together absent-mindedly, "You might want to get yourself out of here and somewhere safe-"

"Harry-"

"Ah-ah-ah!" Harry held up a finger to stop Draco's interruption, "Somewhere safe, so to avoid any awkwardness between her, you or me at any given time."

Draco sat up with a panicked, but guilty look in his eyes.

"Harry, I-"

"Draco." Harry exhaled slightly loudly and made his way to the other man.

"But Harry, I really-"

"Draco. Draco?" Harry crouched down to his level, "Draco, listen to me."

"...Should apologise, because there's really no problem, Harry-"

"I know! I know that- Draco, listen. You're not listening to me."

"I'm sorry, Harry, and- I just- she should-"

Harry placed Draco's worried face between his two hands and tried again; to no avail. Eventually, he sighed.

"I love you."

"Can't let her hate me, I just want to-"

"Draco. I. Love. You."

"-Apologise to her, Harry, understand-"

"Oh, for the love of God- !"

Harry silenced Draco by leaning forward, closing the small distance between them. He brushed his lips against Draco's rapidly moving ones, and held there until the other stopped trying to talk. He then proceeded to kiss Draco, softly and gently, until hands wound up in his hair and an exhalation from the back of the throat was heard, and it hinted at becoming more. Harry broke away, leaving their noses touching.

"Draco," he whispered, "I. Love. You."

Draco swallowed with his eyes closed, reaching his hands up to link around Harry's neck. He nodded.

"Yes. I love you to pieces, and of course I understand!" He nudged Draco's lips until his eyes were open, and continued. "I know you feel guilty about Hermione. I get that. I'm just suggesting, for your good and hers, that you give it a bit of time before you talk to her again. Ok?"

Draco swallowed again, and Harry ran a finger softly down his cheek.

"Ok, Draco?"

Draco's perfect lips curved into a smile, and he nodded. "Yes," Draco whispered, "Yes. I understand. And I...I love you too, Potter. Harry."

"Good. Good," Harry replied softly, pressing his forehead into Draco's, "Now. As much as I do in fact love you, and would gladly spend the rest of the night tucked up in your arms, Hermione is coming round and will be here any minute now. So, beautiful darling Draco; please do go away."

Draco smirked and rolled off of the bed. "Anything for you, dearest."

There was a knock. Draco grabbed his coat and disappeared into the kitchen as Harry let Granger- no, Hermione- in, and by the time he crept back around to leave they were already laughing together. He placed a finger on his lips and raised a hand to Harry, who nodded in response. Draco smiled, and vacated the premises.

A/N: Aww. Poor little hyperventilating Draco. SO then. Two more days before they're off to Turkey and the prequel begins! And that's the other thing; the prequel WILL NOT be inside the story. I'll put up a link at the end of the next chapter, OR I'll just tell everyone to check my profile- it all depends on how lazy I'm feeling when the time comes ;P So yeah. Hopefully, it'll just be a link in a chapter =]

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