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Warnings: DH slash and all the usual stuff.
A/N: Thanks for the reviews! Love you guys! Now on to the story.
Don't you like it when I skip the ramblings? Hehe! Enjoy!
Chapter 11:
It was the night before Christmas Eve and the snow was shining white in the pale moonlight. Everything was still except for the occasional blowing of the wind. But that was welcomed too since it kept him awake.
Harry was sitting in the snow. He was well dressed and the Invisibility Cloak was lying by his side. He sat by the lake and looked at the ice that was covering it. He was waiting. His eyes searched the grounds for his wolf friend. It had been a while since he had seen him and he missed him. He missed the soft fur and those silvery eyes.
"Like Malfoy's." He whispered to the night. Somehow he wasn't confused anymore. He kissed his arch rival several times and it felt good. So what? It wasn't like he was in love or something. He just needed the closeness. Yes, that was it. It felt good to know this. To know that he was cared for in *that* way. Really cared for. No, Malfoy wasn't in love with him. That was something else. Something Harry didn't know anything about. This was just mutual need of affection. He was willing to give as long as he received just as much. That was what this was. Nothing to be confused about. And it felt good, not being confused about something after all the crazy things that had happened to him.
He felt a warm wetness against his hand and he returned to reality only to see the one he was here to meet.
"Wolfie!" he exclaimed and threw his arms around his friends' neck. He loved the feeling of the white fur as it brushed against his cheek. He loved the sight of those silvery eyes that always had some sort of pride in them but whenever they were on him they seemed to soften somewhat. Most of all he loved the fact that this beautiful creature was his friend. That he had made friends with the white wolf and that it seemed to understand him in a way none of his human friends had ever understood him. It had no expectations of him and he could truly let go in its presence.
"Long time no see." He said as he let go of Wolfie's neck and sat back in the snow making room for the wolf to sit between his legs.
"I hope you didn't think that I forgot about you, because I didn't. I just had some things to take care of." He said as his hands caressed the soft fur down Wolfie's neck and his back and up again.
"You won't believe this but I think I'm having some sort of strange... 'thing'...with Malfoy. Crazy, huh? Yeah, I know. But it's not all that bad. He is one hell of a kisser." He said and blushed. It was weird telling his friend all this. But he wanted to. He felt a little more relaxed now and more in need of saying it out loud to someone.
Meanwhile Draco was having a hard time not to laugh. Not that wolves could laugh. Potter just admitted he liked the kiss, that he was a good kisser! Wow, this was something! Was Potter falling for him? No, no, that was impossible. Besides, Potter wasn't all that bad at the kissing-stuff himself. Otherwise Draco wouldn't have bothered with all this.
He snuggled closer to Potter and enjoyed his warmth and closeness. This was nice. It wasn't entirely the same thing when he was his human self, when he could hold Potter and kiss him breathless, but it was nice. He liked hearing Potter's thoughts. Especially the ones about him. It was amusing really. It made him feel like someone actually cared for him. It didn't even bother him too much it was Potter anymore.
Suddenly his thoughts were interrupted by Potter's soft voice. He turned his head upwards to look at him in awe. Potter was singing.
"One silent winter night, oh did you see Big Mountain? The Little River froze to ice and the snow covered it then." Potter's voice was really nice to listen to. He had never heard him sing. And what was this song? It didn't sound very serious. It sounded like a lullaby of some sort. He sang in a hushed voice. In the kind one uses when they want a baby to sleep.
"A silly little bunny searched for it in vain. Where is now the River? It asked the winter rain. When the rain didn't answer, the bunny just cried. Where was now his friend? Oh, where did it hide?" A bunny? Potter was sitting here, singing his heart out about a silly bunny? That was hilarious. But what was even more hilarious was the fact that he, Draco Malfoy, thought it was cute and touching. It must have been some song someone sang to him when he was little.
"But in his silly heart lies a comforting thought. Maybe the Little River didn't go too far." His voice died away as the song ended and Draco felt comfort wash over him, just like the bunny must have felt when it thought that the River wasn't far away.
Draco could actually picture the bunny crying and searching for the River. It was silly but he couldn't help it. He knew he was going to write the song down so he would be able to play it on the piano, once he got to his room.
"I heard this song a few times while I was growing up. My aunt sang it to my cousin." Potter said, sounding a little distant.
"She never sang it to me though. I was just hiding in some corner and I heard her sing it. And I liked it because I thought that that bunny was me. I was also searching for a River. Only I didn't know what it looked like." Wow! That didn't make much sense at all, Draco thought. Then again, strange as it was he understood perfectly well what he wanted to say.
Potter didn't seem to have had a very nice childhood either. He was alone. That is what he said just now. Draco knew exactly what it felt like.
He buried his head deeper into Potter's chest and he felt those arms tighten around him and the fingers buried themselves into his fur. If he was a cat he would have purred like crazy by now.
They sat like that for a long time. But after a wile Harry felt sleepy so he decided he had to go to bed now. He stood and ran his hand over the wolf's head one last time before he walked back to the school.
He hadn't seen Malfoy all day. He felt funny at that thought. It was almost like he hadn't seen the blonde for much longer than just a day.
He looked at his shoes as the wind blew.
Wait, wait. He could see his shoes? They were supposed to be invisible. He stopped and looked at his hands. He could see them too.
This meant he didn't have the Invisibility Cloak. He must have forgotten it by the lake.
He turned around and ran back to the lake.
Suddenly he stopped in his tracks as he spotted a figure by the lake. Just where he and Wolfie had been moments ago.
He stopped breathing as he realized who the figure was.
He was standing there with his back to Harry. The wind was playing with his blonde hair. He was glowing in the moonlight. There was only one word that Harry's mind could come up with at the moment. 'Beautiful'
Draco Malfoy was standing there, looking at the frozen lake, holding his Invisibility Cloak in his hands. He held it tightly, pressing it to his chest.
He turned around slowly, almost as he knew Harry was standing there, looking at him.
Their eyes met and Harry found himself walking toward the blonde. He stopped a few feet away from the other boy and they kept staring into each other's eyes without a word.
"You have a nice singing voice Potter." Draco whispered as he came even closer to Harry.
Harry's eyes widened at that and he forced himself to snap out of this strange trance he had fallen into. Singing voice? How....? Malfoy heard him sing? When? How?
"W-when..? H-how?" he asked, his voice shaking. Malfoy came even closer. Oh, he was so close it made him dizzy and he just couldn't think. His eyes were fixed on those dark pink lips of his. They were slightly parted and they were teasing him. Making him want to claim them as his. One of Malfoy's hands came up to caress his cheek.
"Potter, Potter. Don't think so much. Your brain might overwork itself. Here, let me help you." He said softly against Harry's lips before he placed his lips fully against Harry's own. The kiss was soft, agonizingly soft and sweet. This would have surprised Harry, if his brain had functioned at least somewhat normally. As it was, his brain did not function at all. All he could think about was the feeling of Malfoy's fingers at the back of his neck as they were playing with the soft hair there. The blonde's soft lips against his own.
A strangled sob escaped his mouth as Draco's tongue came out to play with his lips. His hands worked their way into the soft blonde hair and the kiss became fiery and more passionate. He felt Draco press his body against his with more force, like he was trying to press him into himself.
Tongues battled fervently with each other and Harry was pushed backwards until he was lying in the snow with Draco on top of him.
"Potter...Potter...H-Ha..Harry..." He heard Malfoy's voice, thick with desire. He pressed the blonde's body closer to his, his own desire growing rapidly at the words. Malf.. no, Draco was calling him by his given name. He had never thought that his name could sound so... sexy coming from someone else's mouth.
"W-want.. you.." The words came more like short gasps and he felt the fiery, soft lips against his ear, then just beneath his earlobe and all over his neck. Harry's breath hitched and he heard Draco growl.
He felt those lips on his again; ravishing him thoroughly before going back to his neck and sucking hard. A deep moan worked its way through Harry's throat and he arched his back and gave more access to his throat.
Draco's fingers were fumbling with his robes, trying to get more of Harry's skin exposed so he would have a bigger playground. He was now officially addicted to the taste of Harry's skin, his lips, his little whimpers and moans, the tears of lusty need and frustration decorating his tightly shut eyes. He was mad with want and need.
But this wasn't right. Something about this wasn't right. Draco's body was shouting with need yet his mind told him to stop. He wanted to ignore it, he wanted to proceed, just take Potter right there. The boy was willing and seemed very responsive to his touch, to everything.
But the voice that said 'No' was shouting louder after every kiss, every touch of the black haired boy under him. He had to stop.
He pulled away and sat down in the snow, back to the black haired boy that lay sprawled in the snow, looking so very inviting with his robes and shirt half open and his lips red and swollen, a little blush colouring his cheeks and an adorably confused and disappointed look on his face.
"W-what happened?" came Harry's voice as he sat up, still panting from the breathtaking kisses he received just moments ago.
"I don't know, Potter, what *did* happen?" Draco asked his back still to Harry. He tried to get his hormones under control as well as his breath.
Harry didn't answer. He didn't know what to say. What *did* happen? What were they doing? This was insane. A good kind of insane, but insane none the less. He kept looking at Malfoy, need still lingering in his eyes.
Draco looked at him but turned around quickly again, a blush creeping to his pale cheeks.
"At least button your damn shirt, Potter! And don't look at me like that!" he said rather harshly.
Harry blinked a few times looking awfully confused. Oh, Malfoy was afraid he wouldn't be able to keep his hands off of him? That was a little amusing. He smirked a little but started buttoning his shirt none the less.
"Better?" he asked looking into Malfoy's eyes as he straightened his clothes.
Draco just muttered something under his breath. It was better but he could still see some of Potter's reddened skin where he had kissed him. Potter was marked. By him. Merlin! He groaned and looked away again.
Harry crawled over to Malfoy and sat down beside him. He studied the side of his face since the blonde didn't want to look at him.
"So what *were* we doing? What *is* going on?" he asked while he tried to flatten his unruly hair that looked worse that ever now, thanks to Malfoy.
Draco looked at him and his heart skipped a beat. Potter still looked very edible with those swollen lips of his. He felt some sort of sick pleasure at the thought that he was the one responsible for those lips being red and swollen.
"I don't know. I thought you hated me." He said snapping out of his daze and focusing on Potter's green eyes instead. Not that that helped too much. He found himself sucked in over and over again into the green pools. Finally he settled with looking down on his hands and refusing to look at Potter, knowing he would not be able to control himself otherwise.
"I do. Well I did. I'm not sure anymore." Potter paused and tried to find the words to explain. Tried to make sense of it all. Finally without even thinking the words left his lips.
"Do you love me?"
Draco froze and he felt light-headed at that. He had not expected a question like that. He couldn't think. Damn, damn, damn! What was Potter thinking, asking something like that?!
"No! Of course not!" he yelled as soon as he found his voice. He turned around and looked at Potter. The boy looked a little startled at his outburst and some unrecognizable emotion was showing in his eyes. Draco almost felt guilty but then Potter spoke.
"But you want me. You said so yourself." Damn him and his bluntness! Didn't he know any better that to rub things like that under his nose? Things he had said while they were... well, snogging.
"Well... yeah.. I guess that's true." Draco admitted through gritted teeth. He was blushing.
"So this is just lust then, right?" Potter asked again.
"Well... yes... I guess it is." He answered feeling a little more at ease. Yes, yes. This was just lust. Not love or anything like that. It was just as he thought. Two people needing someone else's closeness, someone else's touch. The fact that it was him and Potter was very ironic but he didn't care too much.
"Right.. so now that that's settled.." Harry never got to finish that sentence because Draco was all over him in an instant, kissing him and pushing him down on his back again.
It was morning once again and Harry was getting dressed for breakfast. He was in strangely good mood. Well maybe that had to do with the fact that for once he slept like a baby. He didn't have any difficulties whatsoever falling asleep.
That and it was the day of Christmas Eve. Meaning he would get all kinds of presents. Not that he was one to care much about presents but he was a little curious of what he would get for Christmas.
Oh, and then there was the fact that he and Draco were now lovers. Or something like that. Well maybe they couldn't be considered as lovers since they hadn't done much except kissing and groping a little here and there. He was the one that stopped things from getting out of hand. Draco's words still rang in his ears.
'Still a virgin, huh, Potter?'
The words weren't insulting and Draco didn't sound disappointed. Quite the contrary. It almost sounded like he was amused and like he was looking forward to taking Harry's virginity. Harry had to laugh at that. He wondered what gave Malfoy the idea that he would give something precious like that to *him*.
Well, it might have been the fact that never objected to any suggestions Draco made about them being together like that.
It was funny how he didn't mind the least.
As he walked into the Great Hall he looked around, his eyes searching for the familiar blonde head but he didn't see it of course.
Harry knew Draco had left early that morning to go home for the Malfoy Christmas Party. He felt a little sadness well up in his heart at the thought that Draco would not be there all day until the day after tomorrow. Oh well, he would just have to wait.
Christmas went by awfully slowly and without anything special happening. Harry spent Christmas Eve and day with Seamus and Dean. They talked and ate candy and went for walks by the lake. Harry was quiet most of the time yet he seemed a lot less troubled than usual. Seamus and Dean tried to make him laugh and feel good. It did succeed to a certain extent. Harry was a lot more open and seemed a little cheerful even.
Soon it was the nigh before Draco would come back to Hogwarts. Harry was excited. It was a weird feeling. He was excited because his arch rival, Draco Malfoy would come back to him and they would be together again. He flushed bright red at the though of them together the way they had been the night before Christmas Eve. He had never been with someone that way. It had never been so intense and so hard to control himself.
Harry went to bed unable to fall asleep. He really tried to fall asleep but sleep just wouldn't claim him and his thoughts were running wild in his head.
"Tomorrow." He whispered over and over again smiling a little at the anticipation welling up in him whenever he said the word.
A/N: Well that was it for now. Fluff, fluff and some more fluff. Fluff all the way! Sorry all of you who want this to be all angsty but currently I'm in this damn fluff swamp and I'm sinking and I have no idea how to get out. Besides I thought it was important for you to know where Draco and Harry are standing. Those of you who wanted some more Harry/Wolfie.. well you got it. Wolfie is really cute! He should be in here a lot more often. Well that *was* the idea but then Draco has to be there to. Never mind the fact that the two are one. Hehe! I'm sorry I'm rambling. Anyway, those of you who just can't wait for more angst, hang in there! There *will* be more angst! Well, that's that then.
Also I saw someone commented on the improved grammar and spelling. Well that is all thanks to the wonderful Shiry. She is the one who corrects all of this for me. I have learned a lot since we started working together so you should all thank *her* for this. I really don't think I would have kept writing this if she hadn't offered her help.
Warnings: DH slash and all the usual stuff.
A/N: Thanks for the reviews! Love you guys! Now on to the story.
Don't you like it when I skip the ramblings? Hehe! Enjoy!
Chapter 11:
It was the night before Christmas Eve and the snow was shining white in the pale moonlight. Everything was still except for the occasional blowing of the wind. But that was welcomed too since it kept him awake.
Harry was sitting in the snow. He was well dressed and the Invisibility Cloak was lying by his side. He sat by the lake and looked at the ice that was covering it. He was waiting. His eyes searched the grounds for his wolf friend. It had been a while since he had seen him and he missed him. He missed the soft fur and those silvery eyes.
"Like Malfoy's." He whispered to the night. Somehow he wasn't confused anymore. He kissed his arch rival several times and it felt good. So what? It wasn't like he was in love or something. He just needed the closeness. Yes, that was it. It felt good to know this. To know that he was cared for in *that* way. Really cared for. No, Malfoy wasn't in love with him. That was something else. Something Harry didn't know anything about. This was just mutual need of affection. He was willing to give as long as he received just as much. That was what this was. Nothing to be confused about. And it felt good, not being confused about something after all the crazy things that had happened to him.
He felt a warm wetness against his hand and he returned to reality only to see the one he was here to meet.
"Wolfie!" he exclaimed and threw his arms around his friends' neck. He loved the feeling of the white fur as it brushed against his cheek. He loved the sight of those silvery eyes that always had some sort of pride in them but whenever they were on him they seemed to soften somewhat. Most of all he loved the fact that this beautiful creature was his friend. That he had made friends with the white wolf and that it seemed to understand him in a way none of his human friends had ever understood him. It had no expectations of him and he could truly let go in its presence.
"Long time no see." He said as he let go of Wolfie's neck and sat back in the snow making room for the wolf to sit between his legs.
"I hope you didn't think that I forgot about you, because I didn't. I just had some things to take care of." He said as his hands caressed the soft fur down Wolfie's neck and his back and up again.
"You won't believe this but I think I'm having some sort of strange... 'thing'...with Malfoy. Crazy, huh? Yeah, I know. But it's not all that bad. He is one hell of a kisser." He said and blushed. It was weird telling his friend all this. But he wanted to. He felt a little more relaxed now and more in need of saying it out loud to someone.
Meanwhile Draco was having a hard time not to laugh. Not that wolves could laugh. Potter just admitted he liked the kiss, that he was a good kisser! Wow, this was something! Was Potter falling for him? No, no, that was impossible. Besides, Potter wasn't all that bad at the kissing-stuff himself. Otherwise Draco wouldn't have bothered with all this.
He snuggled closer to Potter and enjoyed his warmth and closeness. This was nice. It wasn't entirely the same thing when he was his human self, when he could hold Potter and kiss him breathless, but it was nice. He liked hearing Potter's thoughts. Especially the ones about him. It was amusing really. It made him feel like someone actually cared for him. It didn't even bother him too much it was Potter anymore.
Suddenly his thoughts were interrupted by Potter's soft voice. He turned his head upwards to look at him in awe. Potter was singing.
"One silent winter night, oh did you see Big Mountain? The Little River froze to ice and the snow covered it then." Potter's voice was really nice to listen to. He had never heard him sing. And what was this song? It didn't sound very serious. It sounded like a lullaby of some sort. He sang in a hushed voice. In the kind one uses when they want a baby to sleep.
"A silly little bunny searched for it in vain. Where is now the River? It asked the winter rain. When the rain didn't answer, the bunny just cried. Where was now his friend? Oh, where did it hide?" A bunny? Potter was sitting here, singing his heart out about a silly bunny? That was hilarious. But what was even more hilarious was the fact that he, Draco Malfoy, thought it was cute and touching. It must have been some song someone sang to him when he was little.
"But in his silly heart lies a comforting thought. Maybe the Little River didn't go too far." His voice died away as the song ended and Draco felt comfort wash over him, just like the bunny must have felt when it thought that the River wasn't far away.
Draco could actually picture the bunny crying and searching for the River. It was silly but he couldn't help it. He knew he was going to write the song down so he would be able to play it on the piano, once he got to his room.
"I heard this song a few times while I was growing up. My aunt sang it to my cousin." Potter said, sounding a little distant.
"She never sang it to me though. I was just hiding in some corner and I heard her sing it. And I liked it because I thought that that bunny was me. I was also searching for a River. Only I didn't know what it looked like." Wow! That didn't make much sense at all, Draco thought. Then again, strange as it was he understood perfectly well what he wanted to say.
Potter didn't seem to have had a very nice childhood either. He was alone. That is what he said just now. Draco knew exactly what it felt like.
He buried his head deeper into Potter's chest and he felt those arms tighten around him and the fingers buried themselves into his fur. If he was a cat he would have purred like crazy by now.
They sat like that for a long time. But after a wile Harry felt sleepy so he decided he had to go to bed now. He stood and ran his hand over the wolf's head one last time before he walked back to the school.
He hadn't seen Malfoy all day. He felt funny at that thought. It was almost like he hadn't seen the blonde for much longer than just a day.
He looked at his shoes as the wind blew.
Wait, wait. He could see his shoes? They were supposed to be invisible. He stopped and looked at his hands. He could see them too.
This meant he didn't have the Invisibility Cloak. He must have forgotten it by the lake.
He turned around and ran back to the lake.
Suddenly he stopped in his tracks as he spotted a figure by the lake. Just where he and Wolfie had been moments ago.
He stopped breathing as he realized who the figure was.
He was standing there with his back to Harry. The wind was playing with his blonde hair. He was glowing in the moonlight. There was only one word that Harry's mind could come up with at the moment. 'Beautiful'
Draco Malfoy was standing there, looking at the frozen lake, holding his Invisibility Cloak in his hands. He held it tightly, pressing it to his chest.
He turned around slowly, almost as he knew Harry was standing there, looking at him.
Their eyes met and Harry found himself walking toward the blonde. He stopped a few feet away from the other boy and they kept staring into each other's eyes without a word.
"You have a nice singing voice Potter." Draco whispered as he came even closer to Harry.
Harry's eyes widened at that and he forced himself to snap out of this strange trance he had fallen into. Singing voice? How....? Malfoy heard him sing? When? How?
"W-when..? H-how?" he asked, his voice shaking. Malfoy came even closer. Oh, he was so close it made him dizzy and he just couldn't think. His eyes were fixed on those dark pink lips of his. They were slightly parted and they were teasing him. Making him want to claim them as his. One of Malfoy's hands came up to caress his cheek.
"Potter, Potter. Don't think so much. Your brain might overwork itself. Here, let me help you." He said softly against Harry's lips before he placed his lips fully against Harry's own. The kiss was soft, agonizingly soft and sweet. This would have surprised Harry, if his brain had functioned at least somewhat normally. As it was, his brain did not function at all. All he could think about was the feeling of Malfoy's fingers at the back of his neck as they were playing with the soft hair there. The blonde's soft lips against his own.
A strangled sob escaped his mouth as Draco's tongue came out to play with his lips. His hands worked their way into the soft blonde hair and the kiss became fiery and more passionate. He felt Draco press his body against his with more force, like he was trying to press him into himself.
Tongues battled fervently with each other and Harry was pushed backwards until he was lying in the snow with Draco on top of him.
"Potter...Potter...H-Ha..Harry..." He heard Malfoy's voice, thick with desire. He pressed the blonde's body closer to his, his own desire growing rapidly at the words. Malf.. no, Draco was calling him by his given name. He had never thought that his name could sound so... sexy coming from someone else's mouth.
"W-want.. you.." The words came more like short gasps and he felt the fiery, soft lips against his ear, then just beneath his earlobe and all over his neck. Harry's breath hitched and he heard Draco growl.
He felt those lips on his again; ravishing him thoroughly before going back to his neck and sucking hard. A deep moan worked its way through Harry's throat and he arched his back and gave more access to his throat.
Draco's fingers were fumbling with his robes, trying to get more of Harry's skin exposed so he would have a bigger playground. He was now officially addicted to the taste of Harry's skin, his lips, his little whimpers and moans, the tears of lusty need and frustration decorating his tightly shut eyes. He was mad with want and need.
But this wasn't right. Something about this wasn't right. Draco's body was shouting with need yet his mind told him to stop. He wanted to ignore it, he wanted to proceed, just take Potter right there. The boy was willing and seemed very responsive to his touch, to everything.
But the voice that said 'No' was shouting louder after every kiss, every touch of the black haired boy under him. He had to stop.
He pulled away and sat down in the snow, back to the black haired boy that lay sprawled in the snow, looking so very inviting with his robes and shirt half open and his lips red and swollen, a little blush colouring his cheeks and an adorably confused and disappointed look on his face.
"W-what happened?" came Harry's voice as he sat up, still panting from the breathtaking kisses he received just moments ago.
"I don't know, Potter, what *did* happen?" Draco asked his back still to Harry. He tried to get his hormones under control as well as his breath.
Harry didn't answer. He didn't know what to say. What *did* happen? What were they doing? This was insane. A good kind of insane, but insane none the less. He kept looking at Malfoy, need still lingering in his eyes.
Draco looked at him but turned around quickly again, a blush creeping to his pale cheeks.
"At least button your damn shirt, Potter! And don't look at me like that!" he said rather harshly.
Harry blinked a few times looking awfully confused. Oh, Malfoy was afraid he wouldn't be able to keep his hands off of him? That was a little amusing. He smirked a little but started buttoning his shirt none the less.
"Better?" he asked looking into Malfoy's eyes as he straightened his clothes.
Draco just muttered something under his breath. It was better but he could still see some of Potter's reddened skin where he had kissed him. Potter was marked. By him. Merlin! He groaned and looked away again.
Harry crawled over to Malfoy and sat down beside him. He studied the side of his face since the blonde didn't want to look at him.
"So what *were* we doing? What *is* going on?" he asked while he tried to flatten his unruly hair that looked worse that ever now, thanks to Malfoy.
Draco looked at him and his heart skipped a beat. Potter still looked very edible with those swollen lips of his. He felt some sort of sick pleasure at the thought that he was the one responsible for those lips being red and swollen.
"I don't know. I thought you hated me." He said snapping out of his daze and focusing on Potter's green eyes instead. Not that that helped too much. He found himself sucked in over and over again into the green pools. Finally he settled with looking down on his hands and refusing to look at Potter, knowing he would not be able to control himself otherwise.
"I do. Well I did. I'm not sure anymore." Potter paused and tried to find the words to explain. Tried to make sense of it all. Finally without even thinking the words left his lips.
"Do you love me?"
Draco froze and he felt light-headed at that. He had not expected a question like that. He couldn't think. Damn, damn, damn! What was Potter thinking, asking something like that?!
"No! Of course not!" he yelled as soon as he found his voice. He turned around and looked at Potter. The boy looked a little startled at his outburst and some unrecognizable emotion was showing in his eyes. Draco almost felt guilty but then Potter spoke.
"But you want me. You said so yourself." Damn him and his bluntness! Didn't he know any better that to rub things like that under his nose? Things he had said while they were... well, snogging.
"Well... yeah.. I guess that's true." Draco admitted through gritted teeth. He was blushing.
"So this is just lust then, right?" Potter asked again.
"Well... yes... I guess it is." He answered feeling a little more at ease. Yes, yes. This was just lust. Not love or anything like that. It was just as he thought. Two people needing someone else's closeness, someone else's touch. The fact that it was him and Potter was very ironic but he didn't care too much.
"Right.. so now that that's settled.." Harry never got to finish that sentence because Draco was all over him in an instant, kissing him and pushing him down on his back again.
It was morning once again and Harry was getting dressed for breakfast. He was in strangely good mood. Well maybe that had to do with the fact that for once he slept like a baby. He didn't have any difficulties whatsoever falling asleep.
That and it was the day of Christmas Eve. Meaning he would get all kinds of presents. Not that he was one to care much about presents but he was a little curious of what he would get for Christmas.
Oh, and then there was the fact that he and Draco were now lovers. Or something like that. Well maybe they couldn't be considered as lovers since they hadn't done much except kissing and groping a little here and there. He was the one that stopped things from getting out of hand. Draco's words still rang in his ears.
'Still a virgin, huh, Potter?'
The words weren't insulting and Draco didn't sound disappointed. Quite the contrary. It almost sounded like he was amused and like he was looking forward to taking Harry's virginity. Harry had to laugh at that. He wondered what gave Malfoy the idea that he would give something precious like that to *him*.
Well, it might have been the fact that never objected to any suggestions Draco made about them being together like that.
It was funny how he didn't mind the least.
As he walked into the Great Hall he looked around, his eyes searching for the familiar blonde head but he didn't see it of course.
Harry knew Draco had left early that morning to go home for the Malfoy Christmas Party. He felt a little sadness well up in his heart at the thought that Draco would not be there all day until the day after tomorrow. Oh well, he would just have to wait.
Christmas went by awfully slowly and without anything special happening. Harry spent Christmas Eve and day with Seamus and Dean. They talked and ate candy and went for walks by the lake. Harry was quiet most of the time yet he seemed a lot less troubled than usual. Seamus and Dean tried to make him laugh and feel good. It did succeed to a certain extent. Harry was a lot more open and seemed a little cheerful even.
Soon it was the nigh before Draco would come back to Hogwarts. Harry was excited. It was a weird feeling. He was excited because his arch rival, Draco Malfoy would come back to him and they would be together again. He flushed bright red at the though of them together the way they had been the night before Christmas Eve. He had never been with someone that way. It had never been so intense and so hard to control himself.
Harry went to bed unable to fall asleep. He really tried to fall asleep but sleep just wouldn't claim him and his thoughts were running wild in his head.
"Tomorrow." He whispered over and over again smiling a little at the anticipation welling up in him whenever he said the word.
A/N: Well that was it for now. Fluff, fluff and some more fluff. Fluff all the way! Sorry all of you who want this to be all angsty but currently I'm in this damn fluff swamp and I'm sinking and I have no idea how to get out. Besides I thought it was important for you to know where Draco and Harry are standing. Those of you who wanted some more Harry/Wolfie.. well you got it. Wolfie is really cute! He should be in here a lot more often. Well that *was* the idea but then Draco has to be there to. Never mind the fact that the two are one. Hehe! I'm sorry I'm rambling. Anyway, those of you who just can't wait for more angst, hang in there! There *will* be more angst! Well, that's that then.
Also I saw someone commented on the improved grammar and spelling. Well that is all thanks to the wonderful Shiry. She is the one who corrects all of this for me. I have learned a lot since we started working together so you should all thank *her* for this. I really don't think I would have kept writing this if she hadn't offered her help.