A/N I'm really, truly sorry about the formatting on the previous chapter. I don't know why it did that, I think it's to do with my new computer (my old one broke, I couldn't salvage much, except for this story, yay! The fates are on my side…) but it's all fixed now! If you want, go back and re-read it. It might make more sense. I'd also like to take this chance to thank you for persevering with it! If it were me, I couldn't have read it. But you read it, gave awesome reviews…you are my sunshine.
To people who ask when I update: You know what? I never know. Sometimes I can write a good 15 pages in an hour, sometimes it takes me a week for a few paragraphs. But I try to go as fast as I can.
And to Prose: Thank you for pointing out my mistake! I'll change it as soon as possible.
Also, to people who asked if Harry could please stop being such a dumbass etc: Lol. He's not good with love. Hasn't had much, you know?
Hope you like this chapter.
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The words ran through Draco's head. A mistake, a mistake, a mistake, no, this was…
'No!' he said angrily as he watched Harry start to walk away. He growled, ran up to him and stood in front of him.
'I won't let you go, Harry.' Draco said, fiercely.
Harry sighed. 'Don't make this hard. Don't be petty.'
'I'm not being petty! Harry, I don't think you understand. You mean…a lot to me.'
Harry rolled his eyes.
'Don't roll your eyes, I'm being serious! Listen to me, damn it! All the men in the world could stick their tongues down my throat but I'd still be aching for you.'
Harry scowled as he blushed. 'Don't be ridiculous.' he said, angrily.
'I'm not, Harry! Since that night…since your touch…fuck, you know I think about you all the time? I can't not think about you, Harry. You've taken away my capabilities of having a free life. I feel like I'm burning up every time I look at you.' Draco stared at Harry. 'I've never felt like this before, Harry.'
Harry rolled his eyes. 'How cliché.' he muttered.
'But that doesn't matter! I need you! I don't need Blaise, I don't need the hot milkman, I don't need anyone except you!'
'Do you know how corny you sound right now?' Harry muttered, avoiding Draco's intense gaze.
'Don't you understand? You're keeping me together right now. Where the hell would I be without you?'
'Probably screwing the milkman.' Harry muttered.
'Brokenly.' Draco said. Harry sighed.
'It was just a kiss for you, Draco, but it's a whole book of reasons not to come anywhere near you again. You've lied to me, there's a whole past you didn't tell me about, there's a future that you're embarking on which I hardly understand or agree with…how can I forgive you?'
'Kiss me.' Draco urged.
Harry sighed angrily. 'Is that what you say to everyone?'
'No, it's what I say to you.' Draco said, his voice softening. 'I love you, Harry.'
Harry's eyes lingered on Draco's for a moment, but then he snorted. 'You don't love me. You don't know me.'
'I do. I know you, I want you and I love you.'
'You're just saying that to get me into bed.' Harry said, cynically.
'No, I love your eyes…your smile…and the fact the even when we fight there's a connection. I like waking up and knowing you're in the same proximity as me. Harry, this is more than sex, more than kissing, more than holding hands, though I like those things as much as the next man,' Draco added with a smile, 'it's about you, and wanting to be with you, and love. Fuck, Harry, I love you.'
'Heart out on your sleeve, huh.' Harry muttered.
'If it's the only way you'll see it.' Draco said.
'When did you become such a wimp?' Harry said softly, looking up at Draco.
'Oh, I am not a wimp.' Draco said, a feral look in his eyes.
'A sub, then?' Harry ventured.
'Only if you want.' Draco said, softly.
Harry sighed and looked down. 'I just don't think we work, Draco.'
'Are you kidding?' asked Draco, incredulously. 'We fit together like clockwork. We're like Yin and Yang-'
'Complete opposites, you mean?' Harry interrupted.
'But completely co-dependant.' Draco said.
Harry sighed. 'How am I supposed to believe you?' he asked, despairingly. Draco sighed, and looked around, but then he smiled, and started unbuttoning his shirt. Harry's eyes widened. 'What are you doing?'
Draco just smiled, and continued taking off his top.
'You're not going to seduce me into this, Draco!' Harry warned. Draco smiled, and turned around.
'You see?' said Draco, gesturing at his back. The huge dragon had a fist clenched to its heart, and sparkling tears in its liquid eyes, and was crooning softly. It was swaying side to side, and looked supremely like a lovesick cartoon. 'She never lies.' Draco said, softly.
Harry, acting on impulse, reached out a hand and ran it along Draco's back, and the dragon chased it along, eager for any contact with his skin. He saw Draco shiver, and he felt his heartbeat quicken.
'She was washing her mouth out when I kissed Blaise.' Draco said, softly. 'She moans like a wanton goddess when I kiss you.'
'Draco, I-'
'Don't say anything.' Draco whispered, looking anguished. 'Words complicate things.'
'I thought you said they helped the human race advanced tremendously?' Harry asked, quietly.
'They do. But sometimes words comes out and you're not thinking. Just feeling can make a world of difference.'
'Listen, Draco-'
'No. You listen.' Draco interrupted. 'Don't you feel it? Don't you feel that pull, that sizzle like the air between us is on fire and we're basking in the glow of electric chemistry? Like you could get as old and wrinkled and ugly as possible, but I'd still be hard for you in a second?'
'That's called lust, Draco.' Harry pointed out, agitatedly. 'You're in lust with me.'
'Then why would I bother talking to you? Why would I bother taking you places, having you in my apartment, chatting, conversing…wouldn't I just get you drunk and fuck you without a thought?'
'Didn't you?' challenged Harry.
Draco's face fell. His eyes were like ice. 'Is that what you think?'
The anguish in Draco's voice made Harry twinge with guilt.
Harry sighed. 'I don't know what I think.'
'Well, here's what I think.' Draco said, looking angrily at Harry. 'Look at this situation. I've confessed my undying love for you. I want you. I've told you so. I'm standing in front of you, and you're completely refusing me because of what, a kiss? I kiss a guy to make him go away so as not to anger you?' Draco said angrily, his voice raising. 'So basically you're overreacting, and the only reason I can think of is because you wanted to end it and you've found your chance, with a little blowing out of proportion I can be out of your hair, is that it?'
'No.' said Harry, through gritted teeth.
'Were you thinking of running off before now? Were you planning it as you lay in bed this morning? Were you planning it when we were fucking?' Draco hissed.
'There, you see? You just called it "fucking".' Harry said, stonily.
'It's only "making love" if the other believes it too.' Draco said angrily. 'And from the signals I'm getting, I'm feeling like a fucking whore, but with empty pockets.'
'What, you want me to pay you?' Harry demanded.
'If that's all you thought I was. An empty whore.' Draco spat.
'You know I don't think that.' Harry growled.
'Then why do I feel like that's what you're saying?' asked Draco.
'Because you're confused.' Harry said.
'See? I told you words confuse things.' Draco muttered.
'They can help sometimes. Clear things up.' Harry said.
Draco sighed. 'Not like this. Not when everything is weighing down and all I really want is for it to be you and me and nothing else, because nothing else matters when I'm with you.'
Harry looked at Draco. 'Now I feel like I'm a drug. You're using me to escape from life.'
Draco smiled. 'I'm addicted.' he said, quietly.
'I don't want to be your distraction, Draco.' Harry said, in a low voice.
'Then be my life.' Draco urged. 'We'll have more fun than any other couple ever had in the history of the universe.'
The corner of Harry's mouth twitched. 'Really?'
Draco's eyes filled Harry's with warmth. 'And truly.' Draco murmured.
Harry hesitated before giving a small smile. 'I'll drink to that.'
Draco was shocked. 'What?'
'I said, I'll drink to that. Having fun. We will, won't we?'
It took a few moments for Draco's brain to catch up. He looked at Harry's smile, and he couldn't help it. He grinned.
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'No, Draco, I will not dance with you.'
'Why not?'
'Because I can't.' Harry protested.
'Bullshit.' Draco said, jovially. 'You're a wet dream personified when you shake your groove thing.'
Harry spluttered. 'When I shake my groove thing?'
Draco grinned. 'Uh huh.'
'No. I've had too much to drink. I'll fall over.'
'If you can say you've had too much to drink, then it isn't true.' Draco said.
'Or maybe I'm just sensible?' Harry put in, smiling.
'Don't protest,' said Draco, hauling Harry up from the couch where they'd been enjoying the rest of the bottle of dodgy looking alcohol that one of Draco's friends had left behind into the dark hours of the night. Draco was in as ecstatic mood. Just a few hours ago, he'd been faced with the consequences of never seeing Harry again, but now…well. Now everything was just dandy. 'Just dance.' he said, slinging his arms around Harry's neck.
'There's no music.' Harry murmured.
'We can make our own.' Draco murmured back, sliding his hands down Harry till he hands reached Harry's hips. He brought them forward, and put his arms around the small of Harry's back. Harry gave a small smile, and brought his arms around Draco's neck.
'And how do you suppose we go about that?' he asked, softly.
'Well, music's like making love, isn't it?' Draco asked with a small smile.
Harry rolled his eyes, but was highly amused. 'If you say so.'
'Well,' said Draco, smirking, 'If we keep up a steady rhythm with our hips,' Draco began making small, methodic thrusting movements with his hips, 'and use our begs as the voice,' he murmured, 'our gasps as the back up, and our groans as the bass…'
'Then we'd be the hottest band in town.' Harry said, his mouth twitching.
Draco grinned. 'By far. Might be a bit like live porn, though…'
Harry grinned too. 'And they'd watch as the great Draco Malfoy was reduced to a babbling pool of lust right before their eyes, only to look, never to have my privilege of touch…'
'Oh, you think you could do that, do you? With just your touch?' murmured Draco.
Harry gave an evil grin. 'I could have you writhing beneath me, hot and sweaty and begging for more.'
'That a promise?' Draco asked with a hot shiver.
Harry leaned in closer. 'It's a guarantee.'
This was too much for Draco. With Harry so close, talking like that, there was nothing else he could do. Harry's laughter was muffled as Draco's mouth closed on his. Harry's lips were warm and soft beneath Draco's. Draco felt frozen, drowning in the feeling, but his body seemed to have a mind of its own, and his hands came up to rest on Harry's hips, and his lips parted slightly. Harry tongue invaded his mouth, stroking hesitantly, and Draco moaned, and moved his hands around Harry's lower back, pulling him closer. It was Harry's turn to moan, and he circled his hips against Draco's, and if Draco's mouth hadn't been completely covered in Harry's he would have gasped. He felt the sweet friction between their two bodies, and as Harry brought his arms around Draco's neck and brought their bodies closer, his tongue still exploring Draco's mouth eagerly, Draco shuddered.
It was like heaven, but it was so hot it felt like hell, too.
Draco walked slightly, pushing Harry with him. He shoved Harry up against the table, pressing their hips together, his hands moving to Harry's shoulders. Harry whimpered and leaned back, and Draco felt like throwing him down on the bed and taking him. Or better yet, right there on the table.
So, um, he did.
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'God, Draco!' Harry moaned as Draco slid into him. The tableside was digging into his back, but at that moment nothing else mattered.
'Shit.' Draco breathed, trying to still his bucking hips, for fear of hurting Harry. 'You ok? I-'
'Harder…' breathed Harry through clenched teeth, 'Damn it, Draco, harder!'
Draco's thrusts began, deep, penetrating and angled perfectly, and before long, the two were coming with hoarse cries. Draco's body relaxed on top of Harry's, and Harry gave a little giggle.
'I want a go.' he breathed. 'You up for another round later?' he said, his giggling causing Draco to wiggle, slightly, atop him.
Draco smirked, panting heavily. 'No pun intended?'
Harry giggled. 'No pun intended.'
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Harry awoke with a groggy smile and an aching backside. He opened his eyes slowly, and looked around. Now what on Earth was he doing in Draco's bed?
Oh, yes. Right. He smiled a lazy, sated smile. He remembered.
He looked around. He was alone. He frowned. Not again.
'Morning, sunshine.' said a voice at the door. Harry looked around to see Draco in the door, carrying a tray of hot tea and what looked like biscuits (at this hour?), wearing nothing but a pair of black silk boxers and, oddly enough, red woolen socks. Harry looked closely.
'Aren't those my socks?' he asked, groggily.
'Hello to you, too. And yes, they are. I've been admiring them since you came, trying to figure out a way to pinch them.'
'I haven't been here long.'
'They're really good socks, Harry.' Draco said, bringing the tray over to the bedside table.
'Biscuits at this hour?' Harry asked, attempting to raise his eyebrow.
'Sure. Why not?' said Draco with a smile.
'I thought you weren't a morning person.'
'I'm not. Usually.'
'Well, I'm exhausted.'
'It's ok, I don't blame you.' said Draco, smirking. 'I wore you out last night.'
Harry grinned. 'You sure did.' he said, sitting up and lazily running his tongue over Draco's lips. Then he licked them.
'Cinnamon?' he asked, mildly surprised.
'In the tea.' Draco said.
'Ah,' said Harry, wrapping his arms around Draco's neck, 'So you're one of those try-before-you-buy type of people.'
'Don't buy a wagon without testing the wheels.'
'Did you test me out?' Harry asked, seductively.
'Yes, and I have to say,' said Draco, running his hands up and down Harry's thighs, 'That your wheels spin fine.' And with that he leant down to kiss Harry again. Harry giggled, and lay back on the pillows. Draco began using his tongue to play with Harry's nipple, which gave Harry the time to look out Draco's window.
'It's Autumn.' he said, vaguely. Draco sat up.
'I should probably feed her.'
Harry frowned. 'What?'
'The cat. Autumn. I should probably feed her.'
'You have a cat?' Harry asked, surprised.
'We have a cat. And where is she?'
'I wasn't talking about a cat. I was talking about the season.' said Harry, pointing at the window. Outside leaves were swirling round in a gusty wind, gold and orange and amber and brown, spinning round in a whirlwind of colours.
Draco got up and returned back in a few minutes with a golden, tawny cat and a bowl of cat food, both of which he placed at the foot of the bed.
'How come I haven't seen her before?' asked Harry.
Draco shrugged. 'She's a pretty independent cat. She likes going on adventures.'
Harry nodded, and smiled. 'She's pretty.' he commented.
Draco nodded, gazing at Harry, who was back to gazing at the dancing leaves and trees outside.
'Didn't you know?' asked Draco, lying down beside Harry. Harry knew what he meant.
'Well, yeah. It's just...it's being obvious, at the moment.'
'Hmmm.' Draco sighed contentedly.
'I like Autumn.' Harry continued on softly. 'Cider and kisses and colours and gold and–'
'Sex with heroes.' Draco mumbled into Harry's ear.
'And villains.' Harry added, smiling.
'You up for it?'
'Am I ever.'
'Good. So am I.'
Harry giggled.
Ah, sweet morning glory.
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Also, I realise the past two chapters were short. They were supposed to be posted one after another, but all the stuff with the formatting…ugh. Look forward to longer chapters in the future.
