When Harry's warm lips met his own; their intention as warm as the feeling, Draco had stood there, stock still and unexpectedly terrified. It was only when he felt Harry's hand lift to rest on the side of his waist, when he closed his eyes and returned the gentle kiss.
His arms slowly moved to uncross from his chest, and he instead brought them up to lay flat against Harry's upper chest. Draco's lips pressed closer against the Gryffindor's; noting that the boy's lips tasted much sweeter than he imagined. And his intoxicating scent was welcoming; enticing. This was bliss.
A small moan, one of complete and utter pleasured content, emitted from low in Draco's throat. He hardly noticed it; his heart was beating too fast and his lips were too intent on feeling Harry's own soft pair.
Then, maybe a moment too soon for his liking, Harry pulled away. Draco let out a faint whimper; already missing the contact, and his eyes fluttered open. His breathing came out quick, his body warm all over, and his cheeks flushed a light pink. He also took notice that his hands had ceased the shaking.
His gray eyes, which were considerably lighter than they were previously, traveled up to meet Harry's bright emerald gaze. His cheeks were also quite flushed; his lips parted slightly so that he could allow his soft breathing to pass.
"I hope that was… alright for me to do?" Harry's voice was somewhat hopeful, somewhat worried.
"Do you really need me to answer that for you?" Draco responded, his tone much too lost and light than he would've liked. Yet, he couldn't really concentrate like a normal person when he was just kissed.
Kissed by Harry. Harry Potter; his obsession…
And behind the bookshelves, a pair of dark eyes lurked, watching them; dangerous and threatening. Both Draco and Harry didn't even comprehend this as they parted, a bit timidly, and made their way back the table Harry had chosen; the fallen books now back in their hands.
They weren't looking at each other, and their voices were as quiet as expected in the library, which just so happened to be silence. However, Draco did sneak a few glances in Harry's direction, and each time he made out a light smile playing across Harry's face. It was strange… they had kissed, and yet they were acting like two younger students who had just admitted they had a crush on each other. But in a way it was rather nice.
And that's where the moment stopped playing, and then it started all over again. This was the original memory in which Draco would always have emblazoned in his mind, no matter how many simple things he fantasized to add. And it kept on recurring, much like Pansy's habit of stalking him wherever he went in the common room. Even now, as he was asleep on top of a pile of library books, he was re-living that one quick moment with Harry.
That was, until he was rudely interrupted.
It was a light tapping on his shoulder to start with, and since he was a light sleeper, he had no trouble feeling it. Nevertheless, he ignored it, preferring to mumble and tuck his head deeper into the arms he had lying in front of him on the table.
Another tap followed, except this time the person was gracious enough to do it four times in a row. Damn them, couldn't they let him sleep! He was dreaming, for god sake. A nice one, and he didn't enjoy being interrupted out of a nice dream. "Leave me the hell alone Blaise, or I'll hex you into next Monday." He mumbled drowsily, his voice irritated as one hand came up to slap the other's away awkwardly.
"Blaise?" He heard the person ask; perceptibly confused.
That's when Draco groaned, shifting from his sleepy state and coming steadily back to reality. He had forgotten he was in the library and not back in his dorm, tucked away comfortably in his bed. Instead, as he lifted his head; his eyes slowly adjusting to the dark, he saw that he was resting on a stack of books that he had collected earlier that week. The books he had found on the first day Harry had kissed him. And there Harry was, staring at him with a puzzled and slightly amused expression.
"Oh, it's you," Draco muttered, a small smirk tugging at his lips. It didn't go at all with how tired he looked. If only they hadn't been studying since after dinner tonight, until… wait, what time was it?
"I'm glad you're happy to see me." Harry said, a grin forming with his equally tired looking expression. It had been a routine for them to come here every day of the week, in order to work on the homework Snape always assigned them. No one else came to the library to work after dinner, so they were usually always alone to keep privacy. Not that they had done anything since that one lovely day. In fact, it hadn't even been mentioned yet; and Draco was only keeping from saying anything because he was afraid of ruining things with Harry again.
"I am… don't worry," Draco yawned, stretching his arms over his head as to help them feel a bit less numb. "What time is it?" His eyes went to move towards the window, and he saw some dark clouds beginning to cover up a pale moon. The only source of light was coming from the faint glow of the lamps in the library. Were they even allowed to be out this late?
"Um… I don't know what time it is." Harry answered, sounding embarrassed. Draco looked at him as if he couldn't believe Harry didn't/ know the time. Quickly, Harry added, "I mean… that's why I woke you up. You kind of collapsed over your books."
"And you weren't keeping track of the time?" Draco asked skeptically.
"No, I was kind of… busy."
"It's just homework, Potter. It doesn't prevent you from getting up to go check the clock."
Harry looked uneasy, and shifted his gaze. "I was asleep too…" He whispered.
Draco hadn't heard it. "Could you repeat that?"
"I was asleep!" Harry said, much louder this time. He turned a shade of light red.
"Asleep?" Draco glanced briefly at the table and then back to Harry. A small smirk appeared. "But the table doesn't have enough space for the both of us to lay on."
Harry nodded, then shrugged nervously. "Well, you know how it is when people sleep… they don't really pay much attention to where they… lay."
Draco nodded, still smiling, wondering if he could get something out of Harry without him going completely nutters over the subject. The only thing Draco was disappointed about was not being able to feel the change while he was napping. His hands went to rest beneath his chin, his eyes keeping on the boy across from him. "So you fell asleep on me?"
"Not on you!" Harry responded quickly, "It was just your arms!"
"My arms? Well, they seem to be attached to me."
"Fine." Harry crossed his arms over his chest, leaning back from Draco's pleased stare. He was feeling a bit uneasy with admitting this; even though it was something not worth worrying about. "My head was laying on your arms. Happy?"
"Much happier."
A hand uncrossed to run through dark hair. It seemed to ruffle it up even more, but Draco didn't mind. It made Harry look more like, well… Harry. "Do you have any idea how disturbing you can be sometimes, Malfoy?"
Draco raised an eyebrow. What sort of disturbing? "Maybe."
Harry's eyes landed on Draco fully now, his expression doubtful. "Are you sure?"
"It depends on what sort of disturbing you're referring to."
"Well, the idea that you like my… head resting on your arms."
"You seem to be uneasy enough about mentioning it. Were you liking it?"
Harry stared blankly at him, and there was an apparent blush filling his cheeks. "Um…"
"You did, didn't you?" Draco asked, smirking like a true Slytherin.
"No!" Harry objected. Draco purely rolled his eyes before standing up.
"Well, you obviously don't want me here. I can't believe you couldn't keep track of the time either. Who knows what time it is now, and I'm going to be heading back to the common room! I could get… slaughtered!" Draco, despite his fatigue, was always up for more of the teasing and taunting. The good kind, naturally.
"Slaughtered? Please. The most that could happen is you tripping over your own feet." Harry laughed softly, gathering up some of the books before he stood up himself. A small stretch of silence followed.
Draco cleared his throat. "Well, would you be there to catch me?"
Harry looked up from picking up more of his things; his glance an odd one. He seemed to be doing the same for Draco; working carefully to put their things back in the bags proper bags. "It depends. Do you want me to?"
"Why would I not want you to?"
"Good question."
Draco laughed quietly. This was quite fun. Harry seemed to be taking Draco's obsession over him rather well; not getting angry over what he was saying and more or less joking over them. Though Draco didn't think Harry knew about an obsession… more of the small fact that Draco was extremely attracted to him, and had been for a long time. Ever since that day in detention; that's when all of this started, and when Harry had finally realized it.
As Draco was staring at Harry while he was gathering up their things, something made him jerk and jump nearly the a foot in the air. It was a sharp tapping against glass. He was really getting unhappy with these noises breaking the silence.
All at once, he was whipping his head around in the dark, hearing laughter coming from Harry's direction. Draco soon looked back at the boy, glaring. "What's so funny? What was that?" He snapped. Harry shook his head, struggling to stop snickering. His head tilted towards the window near their table. Draco looked over.
It was just a bloody owl. His black eagle owl, to be exact.
"Ah, I knew that. Just playing around with you, Potter." He grinned, trying to look a bit more calm, and made his way over to the window as if he had never just gotten surprised out of his wits over a stupid owl.
Slowly, he slid the window up, hearing Harry mutter something incomprehensible behind his back. The owl clicked it's beak impatiently and then hopped onto Draco's arm. It used its claws to ascend towards his shoulder. "Be more gentle, would you?" Draco snapped; the claws sticking into his arm on the way.
It basically ignored Draco, and stuck it's leg out to reveal a letter. The Slytherin quickly observed it as being the type of envelope his parents used at home. What would they be sending at this time of night that was so important? Glancing back at Harry, he quickly untied the letter from his owl's leg, shoving it into his pocket soon after. The bird ruffled it's slick feathers, and then flew back out into the night; most likely heading back to the Owlery for good night's sleep.
"So, what was it?" Harry asked from behind him. Draco turned to see the boy watching him; one hand holding his own school bag, the other holding out Draco's so he could grab it. Slowly, he went over and reclaimed it.
"Nothing, just a letter from home."
"At this time?"
Exactly what I'd like to know, Draco thought. "Yes, at this time." He replied sarcastically.
Harry shook his head again, the sort that stood for 'nothing new there, Draco', and they both started heading for the entrance to the library. For some reason, Draco wasn't very inclined to hurry. He didn't want to see what was in that letter, because whatever it said, he knew it wouldn't say something optimistic. Everything from his parents ended up not being good news. And the few things that were, only happened to be gifts he got on holidays.
This definitely didn't feel like a gift.
"Are you sure… I mean… are you okay?" Harry looked over at Draco worriedly as they made their way through the large double doors. Draco glanced back at him; looking solemn.
"Yeah, I'm fine. But thanks for asking." He forced a smile. The last thing he wanted was for Harry to worry about him. He was fine with doing the worrying for Harry.
"Welcome." Harry smiled, and moved to stand a bit closer to Draco. "It's a bit cold, isn't it?" He rubbed his hands together, trying to get them warmer. And a second after, Draco noticed exactly how cold it was. They must be out late; or else the halls would've been heated.
"Yes, it is." Draco gave a quick look back over at Harry, briefly wondering if what he was hoping to do wouldn't make Harry give off the same reaction as the other day. In any case, he wouldn't know until he did it. So, he brought up his hand, searching out Harry's own in the dark. When his hand found a hold on Harry's, he entwined his fingers through Harry's slender ones. There was a noticeable change; Harry seemed to tense… but he didn't pull away this time.
As most good things usually came, another unlikely thing happened that made Draco's heart beat four times faster. Harry moved in comfortably beside him, snuggling up close as they continued their way down the empty, darkened hallways.
If Draco had to describe perfect, it'd be this exact moment: walking hand in hand with Harry; trying to keep them both warm as they headed through the cold hallways.