Author's Note: Written for my best friend's birthday. Rated T just in case. Enjoy!
Harry toyed with his porridge, sure that he would get back into routine eventually. After all, he'd had a whole year away from Hogwarts, it was bound to take some time to get used to being back at school. He glanced over the Great Hall, his eyes settling on the Slytherin table, and a platinum blonde. Draco's eyes were fixed studiously upon his own plate, causing Harry to frown. Maybe he wasn't the only one having trouble?
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"Draco!" Harry called as he ran after the blonde, not caring about his voice carrying since they were alone. The blonde paused and turned in his direction. Harry scowled as he noticed the blonde's gaze was pointed at the floor. "Look at me," he demanded, mentally shaking off the memories associated with the phrase and keeping his expression challenging.
"Yes?" Draco asked, locking gazes with the lion.
"Why do you keep looking down?"
"What do you care?" he asked, lifting an eyebrow.
"You look better with your chin up," he replied flippantly. Draco averted his gaze with a huff. "And I prefer to have your attention on me," he stated.
Draco's gaze flew to his and he raised a shoulder. "Why?" he demanded.
Harry's expression turned rueful. "I've always hated being the centre of attention," he stated. "But I find myself missing being the centre of yours."
"Oh?" the blonde drawled, a shadow of his old smirk curving his lips.
Harry licked his lips and made the choice to be a Gryffindor. "And I find the thought of having your attention in a more…affectionate capacity favourable."
"You were almost Slytherin in that comment," he drawled, lips curving slightly in a smile.
"Thank you," he replied with a grin.
Several emotions flitted across Draco's face. "Are you sure?"
"I know I've been a bit emotionally stunted, but I know what I feel, what I want."
"In that case," Draco drawled and closed the distance between them, "it would be my pleasure." He dipped his head for a kiss Harry responded to. He wrapped a hand around the back of his lion's neck and turned the touch claiming, some of his old arrogance returning at how easily Harry submitted to the touch. He pulled back reluctantly. "Do you want to take this somewhere private?"
Harry nodded and linked fingers with the blonde, leading him to the Room of requirement, a spring in his step at the thought of finally getting what he wanted – and knowing that it was what he needed.