Chapter Thirty-Four: Harry
'Draco?' Harry asked softly, his hand brushing through Draco's perfect, albeit sweaty,hair. 'Do you need anything?'
Draco made a noise in the back of his throat that could've meant anything.
'Draco?' Harry tried again, his hand coming to a stop at the base of Draco's skull.
'Don't stop.' Draco grumbled as he wriggled closer to Harry.
Harry let out a quiet laugh and resumed brushing Draco's hair with his fingers. The pair were lying in bed naked with Draco half atop Harry, and half asleep.
'I need to get up, Draco. We need to drink something.' Harry murmured.
'I've had a drink.' Draco purred sleepily, making Harry laugh again.
'A real drink, Malfoy.' Harry teased, slowly easing out from under Draco and sitting up. 'Any requests?' He asked the blonde as he stood and stretched. When he didn't receive an answer, he glanced at Draco in concern.
Draco was hungrily eyeing Harry's semi.
'You're insatiable!' Harry laughed, bending over to kiss Draco's forehead.
It had been three months since Zabini had been kicked out of the club. In three months, Harry and Draco had barely left each other's side, whether Draco was assisting Harry to run his club or Harry was supporting Draco win back the rights to his family mansion, the two were inseparable. Club patrons and workers rarely referred to them separately anymore, which suited the pair just fine.
It was nearing midnight on a Friday afternoon, and the pair had been playing for a good four hours. Harry had put a stop to it when Draco's eyes had that tell-tale, faraway look of someone about to pass out.
Harry couldn't bear the thought of hurting his Draco – he was constantly watchful. It was tiring, but so, so worth it. Draco was his again.
Harry poured two glasses of water and took them with him back to the bedroom. He eased himself back into the bed, smiling when Draco moved to make room, only to promptly lie on top of Harry again.
'You need to sit up and drink, Draco.' Harry said softly, gently guiding a grumbling Draco into a sitting position.
Harry made sure Draco drank the full glass slowly, gently encouraging him so he wouldn't fall asleep before he was finished.
'Good boy.' Harry crooned when Draco drained the glass. Draco flushed from the praise and handed Harry the glass. Harry placed it next to his on the bedside table and wrapped Draco in his arms.
'My good boy.' Harry murmured into Draco's hair while his fingertips ran the length of Draco's back. Draco made happy sounds in the back of his throat and snuggled into Harry.
'I love you.' Draco mumbled sleepily.
Both boys froze, and Harry swore he could hear Draco's heart begin to race in panic.
Neither of them had said it yet.
Harry was almost upset he hadn't said it first.
He pulled back and gazed into Draco's eyes.
'I love you too, Draco.' He smiled and kissed Draco softly. Draco moaned and returned the kiss, but Harry pulled back before they could get too carried away. 'Draco, I love you.' He said again, making Draco blush. 'Will you move in with me, officially?' Harry asked, his own heart thumping painfully with nerves.
Draco's eyes widened and he licked his lips. 'Only if you kiss me again, right now.' He said, half closing his eyes.
Harry laughed and obliged, rolling them in the bed so he was lying on top of Draco, and kissed him deeply. He could feel Draco growing hard underneath him again.
Harry pulled away slightly. 'So that's a yes? You'll move in?' he couldn't keep the excitement out of his voice.
'Yes. I'll move in.' Draco smiled widely, slightly out of breath. Harry laughed and lowered himself to kiss Draco again.
Draco's hands found their way to Harry's ass, and squeezed.
'Do you want something?' Harry teased, trailing light kisses down the length of Draco's neck.
'You. I only want you. Forever. I love you.' Draco half begged; half moaned.
'I love you too.' Harry said, his heart lighter than he could remember it being in years. He gently nipped at Draco's neck, dragging a moan from Draco's lips.
'Harry, Harry,' Draco's pleas sounded like a prayer. 'Please.'