WARNING! This is slash - two blokes - namely Harry and Draco - in a relationship. If that's not your cup of tea, I suggest you don't read this!
Disclaimer: JK's and the WB's.
Unexpected
Part 10
Harry spent most of the dinner staring over at the Slytherin table at Draco. Who kept looking over at him and giving him a secret smile. Harry smiled back, then cast his gaze down to his plate, still smiling, not able to help himself. Reaching over for another chicken wing, Harry glanced up at Hermione, who was fidgeting and frowning.
"You alright, Hermione?"
"Fine." Harry stared in surprise at her. Hermione was never so short - not with him, anyway. He decided he'd have to have a chat with her later, to check she was okay. Maybe before he went to see Draco. Glancing over at Ron, Ron was talking to his brothers, Fred and George. At least he seemed to have got over his crush on him. Harry couldn't hide his grin at that thought.
His eyes wandered back over to Draco, and looked at him, taking in every inch of him and feeling a silly smile like Hermione wore spread over his face. Draco caught his eye and stood, and Harry grinned, standing quickly.
"I'll see you guys later, okay?" Harry said, and Ron nodded at him, Hermione just shook her head.
"Just make sure you're back at a reasonable time. We have homework, you know."
"I know, I know," Harry said, walking to the exit where he caught up with Draco. "She can be so annoying," he said, and Draco looked at him in mild surprise.
"Sorry?"
"Hermione. She's always going on about work - there are more important things," he added, with a sidelong look at Draco and a shy smile.
Smiling back at him, Draco caught his hand. "Let's go somewhere we won't be interrupted. The Quidditch trophy room?"
"Sounds good. It's turning into our love nest," Harry said with a grin, and Draco laughed, a low chuckle that filled Harry's heart with love for him. Casting his eyes down at the floor, he frowned at his thoughts. He did love Draco, he knew that. But it was kind of scary, the intensity with which he did. Glancing again at his boyfriend, all his doubts were washed away. It might be scary, but above all else it was right. He never felt happier or more at home than when he was with Draco, surprising though that may be to the other members of both their houses.
Walking up the steps, just managing to leap off the last one before it changed, the two of them frowned.
"Damned staircases. We'll have some bloody fun trying to get back down," Draco said, looking down the many feet to the ground floor.
"Maybe we'll just have to stay up here forever, nothing but each other for warmth," Harry said.
"You turning all romantic on me, Potter?" Draco said with a grin, pulling Harry into his arms.
"You want me to?"
For a few moments, Draco looked intensely at Harry then smiled, nodding. "Yeah. I do." Bending his head forward, his lips brushed Harry's lightly, and then he pressed his forehead lightly against the Gryffindor's. They stayed like that for a few moments, before reluctantly pulling apart and wandering into the Quidditch trophy room. With surprise, Harry noticed a mass of cushions had been brought up and placed in a corner, along with a blanket, and a few candles. He turned to Draco with a raised eyebrow.
"You turning all romantic on me, Malfoy?"
Draco chuckled and shrugged. "What can I say? having lackey's has to be good for something." He walked over to where the impromptu bed was and lay down, head propped up on several pillows. Harry went and lay next to him, hands behind his head. From where he lay, the sky was visible through the nearby window, stars shining high above, and the room was illuminated by a nearly-full moon. Looking back to Draco, bathed in moonlight, he smiled and leant over to kiss him.
"You're beautiful."
Pale rose spread over Draco's cheek's and he looked down at the floor. "No, I'm not."
Catching the boys chin in his hand, Harry made Draco look at him. "Yes, you are." Moving his hand, he stroked Draco's cheek. "Both outside and in. Would I love you if you weren't?"
"I can't get enough of you saying that," the Slytherin admitted in a quiet voice, a small smile curving his lips. "And even when I hear you saying it, I still can't believe it. You always acted so... cool. You know, famous Harry Potter and all. You're a star, I never thought I'd ever have a chance with you. Even before I realised I liked you like this, I still wanted to be your friend. And I know I probably didn't act in any sort of way that'd get you to like me - but I did try."
Harry thought back to the first time they'd met, in the robe shop. Draco had chatted to him, been friendly. Of course, Harry, having only just found out he was a wizard didn't have a clue about most of the things Draco had been talking about. And the second time they'd met, Draco had offered him a hand of friendship. Smiling ironically, Harry swept a lock of blond hair from the boy's face. "If we'd ever have actually talked, instead of just arguing, we could have saved ourselves a lot of grief."
Draco moved in Harry's arms, to settle himself with his head on the Gryffindor's shoulder. "Maybe. But I'm glad we're here now. It's more than enough," he added, grin returning to his face. Leaning up, he kissed Harry, softly at first, then deepening. Pulling back, Draco ran a long finger down the side of Harry's face, sighing. "You're beautiful too, you know."
"Hah."
"I mean it. You've got the most wonderful eyes I've ever seen..." Draco pulled off Harry's glasses and smiled. Harry blinked, eyes adjusting to not having he lenses there, then looked at Draco. The Slytherin was looking at Harry with wonderment in his eyes.
"What did I do to deserve you?" He asked softly before leaning in for another kiss, lips caressing, tongues brushing. Sighing in pleasure, Harry felt Draco's hands running down his back, and then creeping under his shirt, nails lightly scraping the skin. His mouth moved down to Harry's neck, kissing, then nipping softly with his teeth. Sighing in pleasure, he let unbutton the first few buttons on his shirt, and kisses travelled over to his shoulder. Harry watched him as he nipped at the skin, then pulled back leaving a purple mark. "Marking my territory," Draco said by way of explanation. Laughing slightly, harry pulled Draco on top of him, kissing him deeply, letting his own hand run over the Slytherin's back. They stayed in the Quidditch trophy room for an hour or more, kissing, until they heard the scrape of stone against stone that indicated the staircase had returned.
"We should go to our common rooms." Harry stood, stretching, then Draco embraced him, kissing him again, then grinning.
"How about we meet here tomorrow after last lesson?" Harry nodded as they left the trophy room, then watched, feeling wistful and wanting more as Draco walked off towards the stairs to the dungeons.