Summary: This short story belongs to a series of heart-warming ones that were created not for smutt or slash, but for the sake of all relationships in the world.
Only If We Wait...
Harry crushed his body up against Draco whp moaned in pleasure as he did so. Again and again he pushed himself and grinded gainst the blonde who wanted Harry so badly. Draco groaned as Harry pressed his firm and steady lips his. The blonde could not get enough of his hot lips but as people surrounded them, he only felt hotter.
Harry walked back away from Draco and smirked, scribbling onto a piece of parchment a short word and thrust it towards his chest. He ran a hand smoothly through his jet black hair and the smirk turned into a smile that made his face as bright as day.
"Go to the portrait of a large lion just past Gryffindor Tower whenever you want me," and with that last sentence, he broke off into a jog and he went up the corridor and out of sight. Draco sat there dumbfounded as he ran away from everything. Apparently Harry just wanted to have a bit of fun before he had to go down to dinner...
Draco just sat there as many girls giggled happily at him asking him if it was any good as the boys were laughing at him, fingers pointed. He slid down the wall and just sat there until the crowd got so big that he burst out crying. Hermion was on the far left with a perfect view of Draco. She rushed over, helped him up and they ran down the hall to a quiet corner...
"Draco? Draco, are you alright?" she asked and to her surprise, the blonde nodded and clung tightly to her, his eyes with and running. "It's okay. I'll have a talk with Harry. That wasn't very nice of him... was it?" Again Draco responded to her, only with a shake of his head this time. "Everything is going to be okay. You wanna come with me while I tell Harry off?" He nodded. "okay then, come on!" she said, taking his hand once more and letting him cry on her shoulder.
Harry was smiling to himself. He had finally proven his point that Draco Malfoy, son of a Death Eater, was a homosexual! He hadn't really though about what Draco had thought about it until Hermione came barging in, yelling at him, Draco at her side.
"HARRY POTTER!" she yelled at him as Draco took a seat in a comfy chair beside the fire place. "You stupid, nive prat! You've embarassed him and yourself tonight! There was no need to do that and you know that you were being hateful! He was so frightened! The crowd grew and he was going into a fit! A FIT! He was shaking and crying but did you care n-" in the middle of her ranting Harry spoke.
"Hermione! Just shut up! I know! I wasn't thinking! But I like him! I had to! You have no clue what it feels like to truly want something so badly nd when you finally have a chance at love, you don't know what to do because nobody feels the way you do! You have Ron! You've had him for seven fucking years and still you seem to be gaining loves and friends while I lose everything! Can you just give me a goddam chance to talk to him! That was the point of giving him my password!" Harry ranted. He took a seat opposite Draco and huffed. Hermione stood dumbfounded just a few feet away. She never really knew that Harry really felt that way about Draco. Had she known, she might not have gone off at him.
Draco, who seemed to stop crying when they entered the room, stood up and went to Hermione's side. "Maybe you should leave. You do not want to make anything worse..." as he rushed her out the door he said, "Thank you, Hermione. I really do appreciate it..."
He had taken his seat next to Harry on the floor. The quiet overtook them as they sat in the blank silence. Many minutes passed without note and Draco finally said something. "It felt really good." What, what was that? Had Harry heard correctly? Draco liked it? It was now or never.
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"So.. umm," he stammered. He didn't knwo what to say.
"You were the first boy to kiss me you know," he began kindly. "I never liked girls and that just proved that my thoughts of being nuetral were very wrong. I... I'd like to do it again," he said, a smile in place of the usual malicing smirk.
"I actually was wondering... since this weekend is a Hogsmeade weekend.. if you would like to... you know, go on a date with me?" Draco stood up and with not self control, he jumped into Harry's lap and hugged him.
"I would love to on one condition."
"What?"
"You promise to wait until I'm ready."
Without thinking, Harry nodded. "Absoloutly."
As the weeks progressed, Harry and Draco became close than ever before. There was no sex involved and even though Harry weas getting slightly irritated with Draco and his waiting, he held in as a good lover should. Draco respected Harry. Maybe too much at times but he never really cared. He also trusted Harry. And to Draco's surprise, Harry had told him that he almost slept with Blaize Zambini.
"What? You mean, you let..." Draco muttered.
Harry only smiled. "Of course not, love. I would naver do that to you!" Harry hadn't. But he did tell Draco that even though he was holding in, he wanted Draco. He wanted him badly; Draco understood.
"I know, Harry. I want you to. I want you to touch me, caress me, kiss me,..." he became quiet as he pushed Harry us against the wall and whispered into his ear, "Penetrate me."
Harry didn't know what to do at that point. Were they supposed to make love? Or just make out? Sure enought Draco said, "Now. Yes. Penetrate me.." Draco moaned as Harry unbuttoned his shirts, pulled him to the ground and licked his nipples feverishly. The pants came off and Draco was swimming in a pool of two's sweat.
It was better than anything he had ever touched. Better than anything he had ever watched. Better than anything he had ever tasted, licked, caressed, and felt. It was Harry. He looked so beautiful to ruin but who says things have to be ruined. For Harry, things used to only get worse. Now, it is exactly the opposite. Things kept getting better with Draco and he just couldn't wait to ravish the man that could make everything right.
Harry kissed Draco's soft lips and he spred his legs. He whispered that it would all be okay as long as he let him do it. He said that after the pain, it would only feel better and better. And so Harry penetrated Draco. He listened as the blonde whimpered helplessly. Hushing, soothing noises esacped from Harry's mouth and not too long after, Draco became loud.
He moaned and bucked his hips. He told Harry "Harder, faster, harder..." and Harry could do nothing but obey his lover. Harry's movements became quick and fufilling; or it seemed to be that way anyway. Harry licked Draco's stomach and played with his bellybutton as he thrust harder and harder.
Draco moaned one final time before he came long and hard. Draco shivvered and his body shook. His legspushed themselves to the floor and hee screamed Harry's name and Harry, Draco's name as they orgasmed. Every minute after was so special and warm. They just lay there saying nothing at all to eachother. They had nothing to say about that night. You could find their feelings in that moment when they came together.
The next morning Draco woke up with flashed of that nights still fresh in his mind. Harry had gotten up already and was dressed. He sat with Draco curled up to his leg. The blonde stroked Harry's inner thigh as Harry said "Good morning, Love."
"Morning, Harry," Draco said sleepily, sitting up to kiss his lover. "Last night was... extroidinary. It was the best thing that has ever happened to me."
"Good... I hoped so."
"I love you, Harry," Draco said, nuzzling into the brunette's neck.
"I love you too."
They both got up from the floor and Draco clothed. They quietly took a shower together and headed down to the dungeons for their Friday Potion's class where class stood in progress. Draco pushed Harry into the room and everybody turned to look up at the couple. Draco clearly didn't mind the attention. He took a seat next to Hermione; right between Harry and her. She looked rather skeptical but said nothing that would make him mad.
"Why are you over here instead of with your Slytherin buddies?" she asked. Draco turned to her.
"Mr. Malfoy, would you like to explain why you are late?" Snape asked. "You too, Potter." He sneered at Harry and Draco answered for the both of them.
"Well, Sev. Nice of you to notice! Me and... Potter here just woke up from a lovely, stucky night on the floor. Would you like to add to that, Harry?" He smiled to his love.
"No..." Harry coughed. "That about covers it.."
Everybody in the room stared at Snape as he gave the two a look of grotesque feelings. He turned away and allowed them to continue the lesson with no further inturruption for the rest of the class period.
