Fire raced through Harry's veins as he lay with his back to the cold floor, the smell of the bubbles from Draco's bath still filled the air. He could no longer contain himself and with as mall gasp he grabbed Draco's shoulders and pulled him up towards him. Their mouths found each other, and Harry felt Draco's leg curl around him. Careful not to break the kiss Harry pushed himself up into a sitting position, wrapping his legs possessively around Draco, one over, one under.
Draco allowed himself to be moved and nearly gasped when Harry's legs tightened around him, they were pressed as close as humanly possible, but Draco's legs still tried to pull Harry tighter. Harry's arm wrapped Draco's waist as he felt Harry's hand begin to move it's way south along his stomach. Draco's hand followed suit along Harry's leg, but he nearly stopped as Harry's hand found its place. A feeling such as none other Draco had ever felt filled him, and there was nothing else in the universe, save for he and Harry.
When Draco's hand reached its destination Harry shuddered. He was doing his best to not cry out but Draco wasn't making it very easy for him. His breath began to come in short gasps as the kisses intensified. The fire that had raced his veins before now consumed his whole body. Draco broke the kiss and pressed his face into Harry's shoulder, but Harry couldn't form a thought to even protest. The fire grew, and suddenly an explosion occurred at the end of every nerve in his body and Harry stiffened. He felt Draco do the same as his legs convulsed trying to pull Draco closer and a white light filled the outside of his vision.
Draco's body stiffened, and to keep himself from crying out he bit into Harry's shoulder. Finally when the feeling of illation faded and his vision had returned Draco leaned against Harry's chest, panting as he tried to catch his breath. He seemed to have no energy left in him, as he held onto Harry tightly, trembling a bit. He felt Harry begin to lie back and he moved his legs so Harry could lie comfortably. He lay his head on Harry's shoulder as his breather began to grow more normal, and Draco drifted off to a shallow sleep with a true smile playing around his lips for the first time in years.
Harry lay back staring at the ceiling in wonder, one leg still wrapped around one of Draco's, one hand on his back, the other laying in his soft blond hair. In the calm after the storm Harry could feel Draco's heart pounding somewhere near his rib cage. Or maybe that was his own, he couldn't tell. As he lay there his mind whirred with thoughts and a torrent of questions flooded Harry's mind that he had no answers for. The only thing he knew for certain was that everything he had ever felt for this pale boy he now held in his arms, the boy who now slept so softly on his shoulder, was turned upside down. Harry also knew they should go back to their rooms, as much as he didn't want to admit it.
Draco stirred slightly as he heard his name called. There it was again. He pushed himself up and found himself staring into Harry's eyes once more.
"We should go back to bed," Harry whispered, and as much as he didn't want to agree, agree he did, so he carefully untangled his limbs from Harry's and began to re-dress himself.
When they were finally ready to leave, Harry looked at the map to be sure everyone else was where they should be. Even Mrs. Norris was in Filch's office now.
The two stepped out from the bathroom and headed for the stairs. When they reached them they turned to each other and shared one last kiss, each knowing the charade of hating each other was going to begin tomorrow.
As Harry walked up the stairs to Gryffindor Tower under his cloak, Harry began to grasp the immensity of the line he and Draco had crossed that night. And with a small smile Harry thought it couldn't have been better crossing that line, than it had been that night when he and Draco crossed it together.
Draco allowed himself to be moved and nearly gasped when Harry's legs tightened around him, they were pressed as close as humanly possible, but Draco's legs still tried to pull Harry tighter. Harry's arm wrapped Draco's waist as he felt Harry's hand begin to move it's way south along his stomach. Draco's hand followed suit along Harry's leg, but he nearly stopped as Harry's hand found its place. A feeling such as none other Draco had ever felt filled him, and there was nothing else in the universe, save for he and Harry.
When Draco's hand reached its destination Harry shuddered. He was doing his best to not cry out but Draco wasn't making it very easy for him. His breath began to come in short gasps as the kisses intensified. The fire that had raced his veins before now consumed his whole body. Draco broke the kiss and pressed his face into Harry's shoulder, but Harry couldn't form a thought to even protest. The fire grew, and suddenly an explosion occurred at the end of every nerve in his body and Harry stiffened. He felt Draco do the same as his legs convulsed trying to pull Draco closer and a white light filled the outside of his vision.
Draco's body stiffened, and to keep himself from crying out he bit into Harry's shoulder. Finally when the feeling of illation faded and his vision had returned Draco leaned against Harry's chest, panting as he tried to catch his breath. He seemed to have no energy left in him, as he held onto Harry tightly, trembling a bit. He felt Harry begin to lie back and he moved his legs so Harry could lie comfortably. He lay his head on Harry's shoulder as his breather began to grow more normal, and Draco drifted off to a shallow sleep with a true smile playing around his lips for the first time in years.
Harry lay back staring at the ceiling in wonder, one leg still wrapped around one of Draco's, one hand on his back, the other laying in his soft blond hair. In the calm after the storm Harry could feel Draco's heart pounding somewhere near his rib cage. Or maybe that was his own, he couldn't tell. As he lay there his mind whirred with thoughts and a torrent of questions flooded Harry's mind that he had no answers for. The only thing he knew for certain was that everything he had ever felt for this pale boy he now held in his arms, the boy who now slept so softly on his shoulder, was turned upside down. Harry also knew they should go back to their rooms, as much as he didn't want to admit it.
Draco stirred slightly as he heard his name called. There it was again. He pushed himself up and found himself staring into Harry's eyes once more.
"We should go back to bed," Harry whispered, and as much as he didn't want to agree, agree he did, so he carefully untangled his limbs from Harry's and began to re-dress himself.
When they were finally ready to leave, Harry looked at the map to be sure everyone else was where they should be. Even Mrs. Norris was in Filch's office now.
The two stepped out from the bathroom and headed for the stairs. When they reached them they turned to each other and shared one last kiss, each knowing the charade of hating each other was going to begin tomorrow.
As Harry walked up the stairs to Gryffindor Tower under his cloak, Harry began to grasp the immensity of the line he and Draco had crossed that night. And with a small smile Harry thought it couldn't have been better crossing that line, than it had been that night when he and Draco crossed it together.