I think I'll dedicate this chapter to any LJ Smith fans who are reading, as Draco sounds like he looks a lot like Julian in this part. Yum!
Oh, and WARNING! This is slash. So go away if you don't like it.
And, o' course, Ye Olde Diclaimer:It's all JK's and the WB's (who I'd like to thank heartily for the bubbly we're going to get daft off later!)
Unexpected
Part Seven
Laying there in Draco's arms for a moment, Harry looked up at the other boy. He looked wonderful. Soft blond hair, almost white, pale blue eyes, a colour he'd never seen before, like the palest winter sky, currently a little darker than normal as he looked at Harry. Craning his neck slightly to reach Draco's lips, he brushed them softly with his own, before kissing more deeply. Draco was entirely engrossed in the kiss, but Harry still couldn't shift the discomfort he felt at not telling him the truth about his 'discussion' with Ron. Pulling back, he pushed the terror aside, deciding to tell Draco.
"What's the matter, Harry?" Draco looked concerned as he brushed stray hair out of Harry's eyes.
Harry continued to watch him for a few moments. He didn't want to hurt Draco, but he couldn't keep a secret from him. He cared about him far too much.
"I..." He trailed off, not able to put it into words in a subtle, offhand manner. "When Ron and I talked, well, I, he. He kissed me."
Draco gave a completely unexpected reaction to that revelation. He laughed. "He did?" He grinned at Harry, looking at him like a co-conspitator. "Was it good?"
"Not as good as you," Harry said, with feeling. It felt as if a great weight had been lifted off his shoulders, and, thankfully, Ron's face kept haunting him. It seemed it was just because he felt guilty about kissing someone else, that he kept thinking about him. Watching Draco as he strectched like a cat, then settled against the pillows, still watching Harry from behind long eyelashes, a wicked smile sat on his lips. "A lot better," he added as he leaned forward to lay on top of Draco and kiss him. They stayed like that for a while, and Harry never wanted it to end. Eventually though, he sat up, sighing.
"I better go back to Gryffindor Tower," he said, rubbing his neck. Draco looked disapointed.
"Why do you have to go? Can't you wait a bit?"
"Not really. I told Hermione I'd only be an hour, and I don't want a lecture from her."
Draco smirked at that one. "Bet she's pretty annoying with that?"
"You have no idea," Harry muttered, but before he could stand, Draco grabbed his arm.
"Your neck hurting?"
"Mmm, a bit. We'll have to try a more comfortable position, next time," Harry said, smiling at the way Draco was looking at him. He was grinning, as though he had a joke that he couldn't quite hide his amusement about. "What?"
"Take your top off," he said, still grinning broadly.
Harry stared. "Sorry?" Draco reached over, slipped his robe and jumper off, loosening his tie before starting to unbutton his shirt. "Er, Draco, I said I had to go. I think its a bit soon to, y'know, get... intimate." Harry blushed as he said it, and even more so, in astonishment and embaressment as Draco sniggered at him.
"How did I know you'd say that? You've got a dirty mind, Potter," he said, pulling Harry's shirt off and pushing him face down on the bed.
"Than what-" Harry startled, slightly scared question was answered as Draco's hands started to rub his back in smooth, hard circles. A massage. Not... Harry blushed again, but pulled his arms up to rest his head on them and closed his eyes. It was nice, Draco's hands working on his back. He was stronger than Harry would've thought. He wasn't much taller or less lean than Harry, but he definately had strength in his hands. Wonderful, glorious strength that eased away the tensions of the last few days.
"How's that, pervert?"
Harry grinned at him. "You're the pervert, Draco. You started to undress me." Draco raised his eyebrows suggestively before laughing, then going back to kneading Harry's shoulders. "And it's marvellous," Harry moaned as Draco moved onto Harry's neck, firmly massaging the tightness out of it. After a few more moments, his hands left Harry's skin, and he kissed his neck, indicating he was finished. Sitting, Harry smiled. "That was brilliant, thanks." Leaning forward, he kissed Draco before pulling back and putting his tops back on.
"Hope Granger doesn't tell you off too badly," Draco said, not looking at all repenant. In fact, he looked wonderful. Like an angel - no, more like a devil, with his eyes burning like that. It made Harry feel quite odd, almost wanting Draco to undress him again. Pulling on his robe, blushing at his thoughts, he turned to go. Draco stood to walk him out of the common room. "You want to meet up tomorrow? Before dinner, then we both have time to do some work." He rolled his eyes, looking annoyed. "Bloody OWLs, we have to do some real work this year."
"Tell me about it," Harry muttered as they came to the portrait. Turning to Draco, he kissed him softly, then waved, leaving the common room. Shivering as he stepped into the cold dungeon corridor, he pulled his robe more tightly around him. That had been wonderful. Strange, but wonderful. So many emotions were washing over Harry when he was with Draco, so many new and scary feelings. But he trusted him, more than anyone else.
Heading towards the stairs that would take him up to the main castle, Harry noticed a light down the corridor. Wasn't that Snape's rooms down there? Glancing over, curious, Harry hid behind the wall of the stairs so he wouldn't be seen. A figure - Snape, presumably, come out of the room, wait in the door, Harry then had the shock of his life when he saw another figure approach from the other set of stairs, unseen from Harry's light of sight, and embrace Snape. Who was that!? Someone was going out with Snape!?
Harry squinted, trying to see who it was. But their back was to him, and the light too dim. Whoever it was, they were too tall to be Hermione, thank God. But who on earth was it? The door shut, and Harry ran up the stairs. He had some gossip to tell Hermione and Ron, and couldn't waste a second!