Let's do this! This was an okay thing to write. I'm trying. Thank you to my reviewer, you are honestly helping me write. This is fantastic. Okay, so, chapter 8. Let's go!
They hardly talked much the rest of the meal. Not because they ran out of things to talk about, but because they were too busy smiling to say much else. Penelope began asking Draco about potions he could help brew for her divination class. Potions that would clean crystal balls (she claimed they were too delicate for cleaning spells and must be washed,) and also potions that could be used to other learning purposes. Harry had never heard of potions for divination so he stopped listening. Harry ate his meal and smiled to himself, thinking. Draco was utterly perfect, wasn't he? He wanted to teach, unlike their potions professor from the years they came to Hogwarts. He was also willing to help the divination teacher, which was something he might not have done when they were teens. Draco Malfoy was one of the kindest wizards, and you can quote him on that. The finished soon and all the students scurried to bed.
Draco and Harry took their time to leave, simply because they did not want any eavesdroppers to follow them, as it had happened before. The plates were cleared and the house elves showed up and began cleaning what the magic failed to clean. Harry and Draco said goodnight to them because being kind to the house elves was not required, but it was a kind thing to do. Besides, Hermione would kill Harry if he was ever even slightly rude to a house elf. They walked side by side to their quarters, walking past Harry's and to Draco's. Draco glanced over at Harry, he was so perfect, wasn't he? The best git anyone would hope for.
"Did you give any homework for over break?" Draco asked. Harry sorted the papers from his bag into piles on Draco's floor. Draco watched him do so, but he knew. Harry was the kind of professor who seemed laid back, but did not hesitate to give out more and more homework. Draco knew it was some kind of essay. Pure evil resides in every essay assignment.
"Only a bit, did you?" Harry picked up a single assignment and began reading through it. He did not think anything of the conversation and had no thoughts important enough to not. If you must know, he was pondering why Allie Greye thought werewolves were cute dogs who could be domesticated. It was an interesting essay, but completely factually wrong.
"No, I'm not that cruel. How much do they have to write?" Draco asked, slightly amused. He picked up one of the assignments he had to grade. Hee too looked at how Fiona Darrow thought wolfsbane was a potion that could save those who were stupid enough to befriend a werewolf. It seemed oddly… angsty. He knew of Fiona being a werewolf, Mcgonnagal had talked to the staff of the issue. He might have to sit down with her after class when they resumed.
"Only six inches," Harry replied. He read through the first few sentences once again and began underlining phrases and writing notes. If he wanted to correct Miss Greye, he would have to properly grade each sentence to point out the flaws. Draco's head snapped up at Harry's words. He left Fiona's essay ungraded as he wondered why the Potter boy would do such a thing. Six inches?
"Bloody hell," Malfoy admonished, leaning towards the Potter boy. Harry looked up and their lips met. He discarded the essay and leaned into Draco just before he pulled away. Draco knew they had stuff to grade, but Harry in this lighting was something to die for. Although, Draco thought Harry looked good in all lighting. He bit his lip as he asked, "Harry?"
"Yeah?" They were still very close, a mere centimeter keeping them apart. Harry looked into the grey eyes before him. They were pools of silver and the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen. In all honesty, Harry was mostly thinking about how much he wanted to kiss Draco again.
"The homework can wait, can't it?" Draco leaned in once more, kissing Harry before biting his lower lip. Harry smiled as he pushed away the homework stacks and pressed his lips against Draco's. The homework could wait because this was perfect. This was them. The kiss became less and less innocent as time went on. Draco reached to Harry's neck and removed his tie. His hands soon found their way to the buttons on Harry's shirt. Draco pushed Harry toward the ground. Both were soon shirtless. This hadn't been the first time they were in this situation, but this felt different.
"Is this okay?" Draco asked, his finger moved in a circle on Harry's hip. Harry knew what he was implicating. He knew where things were headed towards.
"Yeah," Harry replied, rolling them over as he began to kiss Draco's neck. Draco couldn't help but think about how perfect this was, how perfect Harry was. It was perfect. They were perfect.
Their relationship began to become more defined. They were no longer just friends, but they still didn't know exactly what they were. Harry walked him to breakfast each morning. They kissed good morning and goodnight. They always graded essays together, but they had to separate to get any work done. Draco does not take any fault, Harry simply looks too nice in the lighting… anywhere. Harry was just one of those people. And then New Years Eve came.
"Morning, stranger." Draco kissed Harry's temple as they awoke in Draco's bed for the third time that week. Draco looked down at this beautiful mess of black hair laying next to him.
"Morning," mumbled Harry as he squinted at the sunlight pouring into the room. He looked over at Draco, his hair was a mess. Harry was the only person who was allowed to see Draco with messy hair, at least for now. Harry couldn't help but apologize, "I fell asleep again, sorry."
"I don't mind," Draco laughed. He kissed Harry on the nose before adding, "I may even be trying to get you to stay every night."
"I have my own room, you know?" Harry pushed Draco lightly in the chest. Draco laughed once more as he kissed Harry for the first time that morning.
"What's the fun in that?" Draco booped his finger on Harry's nose before he untangled himself from the sheets. Harry stared at him as he picked up his discarded clothing on the floor. It took Harry a second to reply because….
"You get to sleep in your bed, without the appendage?" Harry raised his eyebrows, using the blanket to cover himself. He was also incredibly cold, it was December. Here he was, wearing nothing. He was an icicle. He wondered how Draco was able to walk around in this temperature.
"Why would I want that? I want to wake up next to my boyfriend." Draco looked to find Harry looking shocked. Why would he be? Then he realized what he said. He specified. Harry was thinking in his head. Boyfriend? Draco wanted him to be his boyfriend, or did Draco think they were boyfriends. Harry hadn't known what they were. He didn't know anything. He just knew what they did. However, that was only half of it and Harry couldn't help but wonder what Draco was saying. No, he knew what he was saying. Draco tried to salvage the situation. "I'm sorry, you don't have to be… that."
"No, Draco, I want to… be your… boyfriend." Harry smiled at the blonde. He specified. He wanted to be defined. While being undefined was okay, him and Draco were ready to be defined. They wanted that definition that could lead to more definitions. They were defined.
"Good." And then they kissed… passionately. Very passionately.
Draco and Harry were defined. Boyfriends. It was a crazy idea, but it was crazy enough to work out.
Yay! We defined their relationship! That's always a fun thing to do. Don't worry, there is more torture to come! Stuff is going to happen because I'm sorry, we have yet to reach the end. I'm just going to let them be happy... for now. Thank you so much for reading. Please review they help me know what you like and sometimes what you don't like. Please be kind and constructive!
Love and Peaches, Jay Rose
