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Title: You Make Me Complete
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Genre: Romance/Humor
Summary: Harry wants to tell you about his life so far.
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Chapter 5
Draco's Pride.
When Christmas was over everything went back to normal. Everything except Seamus. He started acting very weird. He winked, and giggled, and was just simply weird towards me.
Seamus was together with Ernie Macmillan then, so I didn't think he was hitting on me. It was more like he wanted to give me a hint about something. Like he wanted me to SEE or understand something.
Most of the time I was completely clueless. God. I feel like such a blind fool when I think about it today. I mean, how thick could you possibly get? I really must be as oblivious as everyone always says I am.
Anyway, Seamus kept bugging me, and I became more and more irritated after everyday that passed. With him for being so annoying, and with myself for not understanding what the hell he was on about.
I actually talked to him about what he wanted one time.
I "kidnapped" him before breakfast one morning, when I was very irritated as he had, all morning strutted around and patted me, and said stuff like "Oh, Harry!" in a high-pitched voice. I thought that he just was acting stupid or something, but I was annoyed. I had had another nightmare that night, and it seemed so much worse this time, when I hadn't anyone there to calm me down when I woke up. I had a shitty day and I had to do something, so I pulled him by his arm and said, "What the hell do you want with me? What are you on?" He just laughed, and I got even more annoyed, and spat, "Spill it, Finnigan! Why are you so God-Damn irritating nowadays?"
He looked at me, with a concerned look (Seamus! Concerned?), and said slowly, shaking his head, "But, Harry! You are so blind! I can't get it! How can you be so thick? It's okay that nobody else notices, but YOU!"
"You're not hitting on me, are you?" I snapped.
"Harry! You're really handsome an' all, but you're not my type." He mocked me, but added seriously, "But, Harry, DO look around, you may notice something!" Then he ran over to sit by his boyfriend who was waiting for him at the Hufflepuff table.
I didn't get it then. It was just later on I understood what he really was on about.
The last months of my sixth year at Hogwarts flew by, and suddenly it was time for the final Quidditch-match, Gryffindor vs. Slytherin.
It was a warm day in May whe we played and Gryffindor won the game. As the captain of our team I was very happy, of course, but that feeling was shattered almost right away.
Draco was the Slytherin-teams captain, As well as a bad loser. And Stubborn. And Proud.
That became the highway to hell, for both of us.
This match became the reason for our first real fight since we had become friends.
We had snapped at each other and stuff like that, (mostly because of Draco's short temper, and that we're both so damn stubborn!) but not like this. This time it was just like before, when we really were enemies- like it had been when we'd hated each other. We yelled and screamed at each other, just like old times.
The match ended with a Gryffindor victory, and I caught the snitch after a very equal flight between Draco and me. It was an exciting match, and our teams were very equal at every level, but we did win.
The Malfoy/Slytherin (or just plain Draco) pride appeared.
I was in the corridor outside the Great Hall when he caught up with me, pulled me by my shoulder and started yelling at me. He called me a cheater, along with other things I really don't want to repeat.
I didn't get all of the things he said, as my heart had sunk to my feet, as he had that look in his eyes. That cold, hateful look that he always used to have before... before we were friends. And he called me Potter, I wasn't Harry anymore, I was back to being Potter.
Of course I was no angel myself, but I was not as harsh in my words as Draco was, and he DID start it. Stupid idiot, he was.
After about five minutes, I just turned my back at him, and walked away. I couldn't bear to hear his cold voice anymore.
I thought all the time, 'Why is he so mad at me?' Should I have let him win purposely, or what did the git want? 'What the hell does he want?'
I found out exactly what he wanted just a few hours later.
When the night fell I was still confused and angry with Draco and his behaviour, and I was sulking for hours, muttering things like, "What the hell is his problem?" and, "He is such an idiot!" Even though Hermione had tried to explain to me, "He is disappointed, and embarrassed. You know how proud he is, Harry! He wanted to win! It's no real excuse, but don't be too harsh on him, Harry, there's something you don't know about."
I just told her to leave it. I didn't even wonder what it was that I didn't know.
Back in my room, in my bed, I couldn't, and didn't want to sleep. I was too angry.
After many sleepless hours I took my invisibility cloak, and the Marauder's Map and went to the library. I sat down in one of the big armchairs, with a little lamp besides me, grabbed a book, "Famous Muggle authors", and tried to read.
I tried to, but it didn't work. My mind was somewhere else, I'm sure you can imagine with whom.
I sat down the book on the table after a while, and put the head in my hands, and gave a loud sigh.
"Harry?" I heard. It was nothing more than a whisper.
I pulled my head out of my hands, and looked up. Draco was on the other side of the table.
'HELL! He's been crying!' I thought.
"What?" I snapped. I didn't want to snap at him, or sound harsh at all, but I was hurt! He had said such awful things to me! 'Does he really hate me that much?' I remember thinking.
'Why do I have to be in lov- NO!' I stopped that thought before it had time to develop. I didn't want to think like that, or feel like that when it had been so obvious just a few hours ago exactly what it was he thought of me.
I felt tears picking in my eyes. I didn't want to cry, and I wouldn't let myself to, either.
"Harry, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean any of the things I said, not at all. I swear. I know I am an idiot, and I don't deserve to be your friend. Do you... do you..." His voice broke, "Do you ha- hate me now?"
'Stop it! Hell! No crying! That's not fair!' I thought.
"Draco. I do not hate you! I never would!" I said as gently as I could, only to keep him from crying.
"You used to." his voice quivered. He looked so miserable, one hand holding a firm grip on the chair, like he needed the support to keep standing. A blond lock had fallen down over his eyes.
"No," I said, "You were the one who hated me." I continued, feeling a pang in my chest at the thought.
"No. I never hated you either!" he looked my straight in my eyes. He looked honest. And so, so sad
I had nothing to say to that, so it went quiet for a long, long time. There was a long silence, but then I spoke up, "Why are you like this? Draco, why the hell do you act like such a git sometimes?" Tiredly.
"I... I don't know!" I saw that the tears in his eyes were close now, and I saw how hard he was fighting to keep them from coming.
"Please, Harry!" He walked a little bit closer to me. "I can't stand it if you're mad at me. Please, I'm so sorry. I can't believe what I said to you before. Please, forgive me!"
He was pleading. He looked really regretful. He had such a beautiful, sad, agonised and worried look in his eyes. The tears made the grey eyes even more intense.
'Oh My God! His eyes really is beautiful.'
I realised that Draco was looking at me, wanting me to talk to him, to answer him if I would forgive him.
I composed myself.
I didn't have to think much after seeing what I saw in his eyes, and I answered, "Of course, I forgive you! I could never do anything else!" I said, fighting against my own tears. "Come here, please!" I said, stretching out my arms towards him, both wanting and needing a hug.
His tense features relaxed, and he walked quickly towards me, and sat down in the armchair, in my lap, with his knees on each side of my hips, and threw his arms around my neck and held me tightly.
I didn't realize it at the time, but I clung to him as tightly as he clung to me.
We just held each other for a long, long time. At that time I couldn't understand why I had been angry with him at all. It felt so good to hold him. It felt so good to have him in my arms. It felt so right.
Then I felt him tense up, and he started to cry.
And I responded as I always do when someone cries, totally dumbfounded.
"Draco? Are you crying?" I asked carefully, realising it was a very stupid question, as I already knew that he was crying. As always I was very eloquent.
No answer.
"Draco, please! You know how I am when someone cries. Please? Was it something I said?"
"It's nothing. It's just stupid. Please, leave it!" said Draco, and he started to cry even more.
"Draco, just... just tell me, please."
"I... I was just so afraid that you hated me, the way you did before,"
"I never hated you!" I interrupted, but it was just as if he couldn't hear me and he just continued as if I hadn't said anything at all.
"And I wouldn't have been able to take that! You're the only one I've got!" he sobbed. "You are the only one I need! If you'd started to hate me I would've died! Harry... You are the only one. "
He pulled me even closer.
I was stunned. Was he saying what I thought he was saying? I opened my mouth, to say something – anything. But I didn't know what to say, and I closed it again.
"Harry," He whispered, pulling away from the hug. As he blinked, I saw the tears running down his cheeks.
"Yes?" I whispered, looking into his beautiful grey eyes.
Before I had realised what he was doing, he had removed my glasses, folded them, and put them away, and lent down for a soft kiss.
It was a very quick kiss, no mouths open, and no tongues. He just kissed me on the lips, for what seemed like eternity, but also just a brief second.
Then he pulled away again, meeting my gaze, and asked me, "Is this okay?"
I didn't know if he asked me about the kiss, or the fact that he wanted to kiss me, or if it was something else. But it was the same answer to all of the questions, so I said shyly, "Yes."
"Can I... can I do this?" he asked, looking just as shy as I felt, his cheeks flushed. This was rare. Draco never looks shy, or flushed. It was adorable.
I wanted to scream to him, "YES! Stop talking, and kiss me already!". But somewhere between the brain and the mouth it changed a bit, and it came out as a whispered breath, "Yes."
He smiled, and pulled me closer by a tug in my shirt collar, and put his arms around my neck.
I responded by putting my arms around his waist, and pulling him closer to me.
He shivered, and then leant in for a gentle kiss.
He touched my lips with his, and then opened his mouth carefully. Then I felt his tongue licking my upper-lip. I opened my mouth too and gave in to the sensation. He tasted so sweet, so unbelievable good. It was perfection.
It was like a missing part of my heart and my soul had come to place.
I tasted his mouth, and he tasted mine, and our tongues played and teased each other. Then he broke the kiss, and then placed a light kiss on my mouth, and continued with placing light, tender kisses on my cheeks, nose, temple, on my forehead and then back again, towards my neck. When his soft lips touched my neck I threw my head backwards and I think I moaned. I was in heaven.
Then he went back, up again to my mouth, and kissed me on the lips, on my cheeks, nose, and the eyelids, and then he pulled back quickly, "Harry," he said, sounding worried, so I opened my eyes, just as he continued, "Harry! You're crying!" His tone was slightly desperate.
"I am?" I answered stupidly (I was ripped out of heaven all of a sudden, so who could blame me for being a little slow?)
"Did I do something wrong? Don't you want this?" He looked really worried now. "I tasted your tears. It tasted salty. Why? What? Did I do something to you?" He was starting to pull himself off of my lap.
"NO!" I collected my thoughts, "I really want this! You didn't do anything wrong! Nothing at all!" I answered startled, taking a hold of his wrist, looking him in his eyes.
"But... you're crying. Why were you crying?" he looked very alarmed, but he'd stopped struggling to get away at least.
"I... I didn't realise I was crying. I didn't know." I answered, still a bit out of breath. "I guess I feel so happy right now- so I cried." I looked straight in his eyes, to make him see that I was sincere. Make him believe that I wanted him. Because I really did, I had realised that now. I had realised that the weird emotions I'd felt ever since Christmas was suppressed feelings for him.
The worried expression he had was instantly replaced by a big, beautiful smile, as he relaxed again.
"Really?" he asked.
"Really." I nodded, and smiled at him.
I've always been the most shy of the two of us. Especially when it came to matters such as these. So even though he had been the one who made the two previous moves, I couldn't be the one who took the initiative to the next kiss either. Draco did.
This time it was a little more passionate, and Draco soon had his hands in my hair, fiddling at the hair at the my nape and kissed my whole face, my whole neck. I was so wrapped up in his kisses that I hadn't even realised that he had unbuttoned the top buttons of my shirt, before he started to trace kisses at my collarbones. His lips were so soft, and I couldn't believe he wanted me. That he wanted to give me this pleasure. That it seemed like he wanted me, just as much as I wanted him. Oh God.
We sat like that the whole night. Kissing, and holding each other, never wanted to let go.
When I looked out the window I saw that the sun was up. The lamp I had lit had burned out long ago.
Draco didn't ever feel heavy, even though he sat in my lap the whole night. The weight just felt nice, and somehow comforting.
Luckily it was a Saturday, and no one was in the library at 6 o'clock in the morning on a weekend.
After a while we decided to go back to our rooms, before everyone woke up, and started to get worried, and came looking for us.
When we had to split up, we gave each other a long lingering kiss and said goodbye.
I walked on slightly shaky legs back to the tower, but feeling happier than ever before.
When I came back to the Gryffindor tower, I didn't want to go to bed. It was not possible to sleep anyway. I was more awake than I had ever been. I felt sort of high, and I already missed Draco.
Merlin, I'm so sappy.
I was sitting in an armchair, thinking about that I didn't want anyone to know about this yet, not even Ron and Hermione. I wanted to tell them. But what would Ron think of me? What would he say about Draco Malfoy and me being together? I didn't know what Hermione would think either, but I guessed that she would be more accepting than Ron would, anyway.
It was quite obvious why I didn't want anyone else to know. It was dark times, and it would be a danger if too many people knew about it. So we couldn't tell them. Ron and Hermione would get to know soon, but no one else.
Were we even together, Draco and I? I hoped we were... I wanted to. We had to be... after something like that, you're together right? Draco was the one who made the initiative, so he probably wanted, too, right? Right?
About 9.30, I was interrupted in my ponderings, as Ron and Hermione came down the stairs, hand in hand.
"Someone seems to have had a good night!" said Hermione cheerfully.
"Huh?" I asked, slightly panicking. 'How did she know?'
"You look bright and alert! I knew that all you needed was some sleep," added Ron.
"Eh? Yes, that's right. " I said, feeling quite amused. They were being sincere! They thought that I had slept in my dorm all night. But I hadn't. I had spent it with Draco. And Draco had wanted it, just as much as I had wanted it.
It was funny, somehow, that they thought I'd been sleeping in the dorm all night, but that wasn't the reason that I walked down to breakfast with a big, goofy grin on my face.
As we stepped in to the Great Hall I immediately looked for Draco. He wasn't there. I figured that he must be asleep. He had had a pretty hard night. I know how much crying takes out of you. I've done it too.
And after that he had been kissing me! Me! ME! I had never felt happier.
I ate with a big appetite as I hadn't eaten anything the night before, while I was talking to Ron. Hermione had been eating fast, and had left for the library already.
The relationship was held as an entire secret for about a week. We met at every possible time. Between classes we could jump into an empty classroom, to kiss each other, and in empty corridors. But even though Draco had a room of his own, we didn't like being there, as it was in the Slytherin dungeons.
We met on the Quidditch pitch, and everywhere else possible. We couldn't keep our hands from each other. I guess that the feelings we both had kept locked up for so long now needed to be let out.
And after about five days, just before dinner, Draco captured me outside the Great Hall, and slammed me against the wall.
"God, Harry! I haven't seen you for the whole day!" He said against my mouth as he started to kiss me. I was in a sort of daze, and as I put my hands in his hair, and started to entwine my fingers in his silky, soft blond hair I whispered, "We shouldn't. Not here. Anyone can see us."
"Mmmm." he breathed, as he sucked my bottom-lip, teasing it with his tongue.
I couldn't respond in anyway, except a loud whimper. Then he did it.
He started to kiss his way upwards, and when he came to the ear he gave a light blow into it. My knees started to go week.
He kissed my earlobe lightly. I felt dizzy.
He licked it, and then nibbled it gently. I fell apart. I had to put my arms tightly around his neck to keep standing. I couldn't stand up straight. I had to lean on him, and hold on to him tightly, or else I would've crashed to the floor.
"Oh my, what a strong reaction." He whispered slowly in my ear. I could tell that he was smirking.
"No. Stop. Please, don't – don't stop." I was incapable of making correct sentences. He understood what I wanted anyway, so it didn't matter.
He started to suck at my earlobe, and tease it with his tongue. I gasped when I heard footsteps and let go of his neck quickly. I had completely forgot what state my legs were in, so I actually fell. I just sank to the floor.
Draco just laughed, and straightened his hair.
I still sat on the floor; incapable of getting up, when Ron, Hermione, Seamus, Dean, Neville and Ginny came walking towards us.
"What have you done, Malfoy?" asked Ron, hurrying over to me, to help me up. He obviously thought that Draco had pushed or hit me, and that was the reason I was down at the floor.
"I'm okay, Ron. Really. I just tripped." I said and heard Draco laugh.
"You sure?" Ron asked sceptically, and glared at Draco.
"Yes, I'm sure." I said, and he believed me, and we went to dinner, all eight of us.
I pretended to talk about something interesting to Draco, like I was demonstrating something to him, so I could hold on to his arm for support, as I still was slightly shaky in my legs. (He still mocks me about that!)
But it was close this time. It could've been anyone, and we were just lucky that they were so many, so that we heard them coming. We could've been seen by anyone.
And we had to tell Ron and Hermione soon. Really, really soon.
End chapter five
A/N: Okay, so it's finally moving somewhere! But what'll happen when Ron and Hermione finds out...
