Title: A Torturous Reminder
Chapter 16: Un-Confessed Feelings
Rating: M
Warnings: H/D SLASH, HBP SPOILERS
DISCLAIMER: We do not own Harry Potter! Characters (except those created by us) belong to the amazingly talented J.K. Rowling, WB, and the publishing companies. Do not sue us! We are just bored teenagers having a go at poor Harry and Draco!
They appeared in Draco's office, Harry swaying and getting a tighter hold onto Draco in the process.
"Harry, are you OK?" asked Draco, holding on to Harry and leading him to a chair.
Harry just mumbled incoherently and sat down, placing his hands on his face.
"You can take flying and do other dangerous things, yet you can't apparate. Well, I knew it along. You are a weakling," drawled Draco, but nonetheless with a smile on his face.
Harry laughed lightly, and leaned his head on the chair, "You are a piece of work, Draco."
"True, but you are the lucky one to put up with me."
"Maybe unfortunate," said Harry, taking the glass of water that Draco offered him.
Draco rolled his eyes and leaned against his desk, looking intently at Harry.
"What?" said Harry, raising an eyebrow.
"Nothing," muttered Draco, "so are you ready to go to Bradford's office?"
"Yea," said Harry, taking a deep breath and pushing himself off the chair.
"Let's go then, can't keep the boss waiting."
"Wait…did I hear right…you, not keeping the boss waiting? Seems so unlike you," said Harry waling alongside Draco.
"Not when I get to see their faces when we walk into the room."
Harry looked at Draco, puzzled, "What?"
"Honestly, Harry, you're not really too bright are you?" he said, taking Harry's hand in his. "But I like you that way," he continued, giving Harry a light kiss. "At least everyone can know who the brain between us is."
Harry laughed and playfully hit Draco in the shoulder. "You know, you did promise me something…"
"And you think I'm the one with exhibitionist tendencies? In the hall, Potter? Why, how incredibly uncivil and kinky of you," drawled Draco, smirking at Harry.
"Shut up, Malfoy," replied Harry rolling his eyes. "You wouldn't do it either."
"Hmmm, no, you won't do it. You're too much of a chicken," replied Draco, grinning at Harry.
"Oh really?" said Harry , backing up Draco against the wall, "You may want to rethink your answer," he whispered into Draco's ear.
"Ha….Harry," said Draco, his voice breaking when Harry started to undo his belt.
"Yes?" whispered Harry, his voice deeper than usual.
"Umm, are you sure about this?" said Draco looking around them, his breathing becoming labored. "Let's go back to my office, we…can…continue there."
Harry started laughing, and pulled back from Draco, "I knew it, you wouldn't do it."
Draco scowled, "Bastard."
"You know it," replied Harry, winking at him.
They walked down the hall and practically bumped into Alex who was coming out of a room on their left.
"Oh, hello there, Harry…Malfoy," Alex said, giving Harry a smile and Draco a scowl.
"Hello," said Harry.
"Hello, Bloom," Draco said after Harry, a bit too enthusiastically. Alex narrowed his eyes at Draco and warily looked at both of them.
"So, I heard about the portkey incident. If I'd only been there," Alex said, looking at Harry.
Harry shifted uncomfortably. "Yeah, well, it turned out all right and we're back now."
"I know, but three days away from civilization. I'm sure I could've made it…worthwhile at the very best," Alex said, his eyes glistening with lust and his tongue roaming over his lips as he stepped nearer to Harry.
Harry gulped and backed up, ready to push Alex away if he had to and glancing quickly at Draco, who had the same smile on his face.
"Oh, don't worry about that, Bloom," Draco said, drawing nearer to Harry and slipping an arm around Harry's waist. "I made sure it was…entertaining during our stay."
Alex glared angrily at Draco and turned to look at Harry, who seemed a bit bewildered.
"Oh," Alex said, "Well, last time you two…"
"Like you said, Bloom, that was last tine," Draco said. "We've…reconciled," Draco continued, his smile growing as Alex glared furiously at them.
"Harry, is this true?" Alex asked, turning his face towards Harry.
Harry seemed to squirm under Draco and shrugged. "I'm sorry," Harry said in a clear voice, "but we have reconciled."
"But…you…you're giving him another chance! Why couldn't you give me another chance! I could've made you happy, Harry, happier than you'll ever be with Malfoy," Alex said pleadingly.
Harry gazed at Alex and stepped out of Draco's arms. "This is nothing like our relationship…if we even had one," Harry said in a tired, yet edged tone. "You betrayed me, Alex, betrayed me! Draco did nothing to me; he has never done anything to me."
"But…he will," Alex said, his tone lowering.
"Please, Bloom. I don't go around raving like an animal in heat."
"Shut the fuck up, Malfoy, this is between me and Harry! It has nothing to do with you!"
"On the contrary, it has everything to do with me," Draco said, stepping closer to Alex threateningly.
Alex glared at him angrily, before turning to Harry, this time his tone cold and devoid.
"I was hoping you wouldn't say that, Harry. I really wanted you. You could have been happy with me. No,… you will be happy with me. Don't worry, Harry, I'll shine the light in your eyes yet."
"It's you who's the shadow, Bloom."
Alex ignored Draco, his eyes still on Harry, and searching the boy's emerald green eyes.
Harry stood still, looking from Alex to Draco, the back to Alex who seemed to be gazing at him. He was suddenly met with a kiss, a very hungry, lusty kiss at that. He felt a tongue roam his mouth hungrily and roughly, taking advantage of his shock, and a body grinding itself into him when it was suddenly over, as quick as it had begun.
"A glimpse of what awaits," Alex said, though not his usual suggestive tone. He murmured this in a cold tone that chilled Harry to the bone.
"And don't worry, you'll get something coming for you too," Alex said, facing Malfoy with a full-blown fury that seemed like it would never die out. He turned and continued walking down the hall, Draco and Harry both watching as he rounded the corner and disappeared from sight.
"Well…that was…," Harry began, sighing suddenly.
"That was…odd," Draco said, an odd light in his eyes as he walked over to where Harry was.
"Yes, it really was," Harry said, looking up at Draco then averting his eyes as Draco brushed his hand on his cheek lightly.
"Are you alright?" Draco asked Harry softly, his lips grazing Harry's skin and sending shivers down his back.
Harry chuckled lightly, "Come on, Draco. Now who's being the overprotective one. I managed a dark lord, I'm sure I can manage out of control hormones."
"More like obsessive hormones," Draco said, worry still in his eyes.
Harry put his hand behind Draco's head and pushed the blonde-haired person towards him, placing a small, yet lingering kiss on Draco, when they suddenly heard a small cough.
Both sprang apart, looking almost guilty as they faced Mr. Bradford.
"So there you are," he said, raising an eyebrow. "You two are late."
"Sorry sir," Harry muttered, blushing furiously as he began walking towards the door.
All three of them entered the room, Mr. Bradford taking a seat at the head of the table, and Draco and Harry next to each other. Only Mr. Bradford and a handful of other wizard's and witches were present, and all looked at them both.
Draco sat down and tuned Mr. Bradford off. Alex's words replayed in his head repeatedly. He gave a quick glance at Harry, who seemed engrossed at what Mr. Bradford was saying. Harry. At one time, he would have gladly hexed him and laughed afterwards, but now it was the opposite. He had seen Alex's anger and lust, and when he saw Alex kissing Harry forcibly, he wanted to kill the bastard in the spot. Yet, he couldn't do it. He noticed how Harry had reacted and making Harry uncomfortable by getting into a fight with Alex wasn't the best of choices. Oh no, he was going to get Alex alone and when they met, he was going to make sure Alex found out not to mess with Harry again. Merlin help him if he attempted anything towards his…boyfriend?
"….and therefore right now we don't have an exact lead. Although, we are working on some connections we might have found. We will keep you inform, and tell you as soon as possible if anything changes."
"How soon do you think we can leave here, and find them?" asked Harry.
"Well, we have some items in the table, and maybe as soon as tomorrow we might have something."
"Excellent," said Harry, "anything else you need to inform us?"
"No, that's it, unless Mr. Malfoy has a question?" asked Mr. Bradford, looking at Draco.
Harry kicked Draco under the table, and Draco snapped out of his thoughts.
"Uh, no, none."
Harry smirked at him and stood up from the table. "Well, thank you Mr. Bradford, nice to see you again."
"Likewise, now please, don't be late again," he said smiling.
"Of course not," said Harry, blushing again.
Draco got up from his chair and walked with Harry outside into the hall after giving a slight nod to Mr. Bradford.
"Anything you want to do now?"
"Let's get some real food, Harry, I'm starving."
"Something in particular?"
"I don't give a fuck, just take me somewhere," whined Draco.
"Whiner."
"Git."
"Ah, you say the most endearing things to me," said Harry, laughing.
"You enjoy it."
"Yea, it does turn me on."
"Uncivilized...I tell you," muttered Draco to himself.
Thirty minutes later, they sat at a table near the window in a small, yet very comfortable looking restaurant. Harry put down his fork and looked at Draco who seemed to be enjoying his food very much.
"You're not taking my food, Harry, get your own."
"I'm not taking your food, Draco," said Harry, "we need to talk."
Draco placed his fork down and looked at Harry, slight fear rising.
"Listen, Draco…what are we? I need to know."
"What do you think we are, Harry?" asked Draco, his eyes narrowing.
"Well, I…"
"What do you want?"
"For you to be my boyfriend. Officially," said Harry softly, dropping his gaze.
A hand enveloped his, a thumb slowly moving in circles against his skin, "I would really like that," said Draco, his fear gone. He wouldn't have been able to handle it if Harry had pushed him away again.
Harry smiled crookedly at him. "It's settled then, you're my bitch."
"What! I am no ones bitch, Potter," drawled Draco. "You are my bitch, got it? Mine, and no one else's, and since you're my bitch, I won't have you dressed like some muggle out in the streets."
"What's wrong with the way I dress!" exclaimed Harry, looking at his clothes.
"You have no fashion sense whatsoever. Come on, get up, we're going somewhere."
"Where!"
Draco stood up and grabbed Harry's hands, "Come on, get up, I mean it."
Harry stood up with a sigh and followed Draco out the door and into the buzzing street.
Draco led him to a very expensive looking store, and Harry followed him inside, not liking the way things were going.
An attendant made their way to them and looked at Draco in appreciation. Harry scowled and looked away; he definitely didn't like this place.
"May I help you, sir?" said the young man rather flirtatiously, Harry noted.
"I am looking for some suitable casual and business attire for him," said Draco, pointing at Harry.
"Right this way," said the young man, talking animatedly about the winter collection while Draco listened closely, and Harry followed him with a scowl.
Harry waited for about an hour as Draco took things that the attendant gave him, looked at them, and then made some remark about them. In the end, Draco had picked five pairs of dress pants, eight shirts, two suits, four ties, and two pairs of shoes. Harry looked at the stack in dismay, and just waited.
"Harry, go try this on," said Draco motioning to everything, "then I'll see what looks good."
Harry took the things, but not before dropping two of the ties on the floor.
Draco sighed, "Harry, you dropped things," he said, bending down to pick up the ties while the attendant looked at him with no shame. Harry glared at the man, and wanted to choke him on the spot. He opted for taking Draco's things and headed for the changing room.
He picked a black button down shirt and some black pants. He went outside the rooms, to find Draco talking once again to the attendant. He cleared his throat, and Draco turned, grinning widely at him, "Wow, Harry, you look very enticing."
Harry smirked at the attendant before turning back into the changing room. He went through all the clothes and all apparently met Draco's expectations.
Harry was only going to take a few items when Draco appeared next to him, "No, you're taking all of it."
"All of it!" exclaimed Harry, "Draco this stuff is expensive! I can buy 10 pairs of pants for the price of one!"
"Harry, you know nothing of fashion, so shush."
"But…"
"Oh, Harry, look at this shirt! I think I'll take it for me," said Draco putting it into Harry's pile.
"And I'm paying this because….?"
"Because you want to make me happy, don't you?" pouted Draco, looking so convincing that Harry gave in, "Fine, get it."
Draco smirked at him, knowing full well that whatever he wanted Harry would get him.
Harry grumbled slightly as he walked to the cashier, clothing in arms. He dumped the pile onto the tabletop and sighed as the lady began counting the things. He looked at the price and sighed. Sure, he had enough to buy this, but it didn't seem like a responsible thing to do, spending fractions of his account on clothing. He paid and picked up the bags before walking back towards Draco, who was talking, much to his dismay, to the attendant again.
He came up behind Draco and cleared his throat, making Draco turn around to him with a full grin on his face.
"Guess what," Draco said, "I think I know the perfect place where we can celebrate. Sean here was telling me all about it."
Harry glared at the attendant who shifted a bit and finally excused himself under Harry's gaze with the pretext of attending to other customers. Draco walked out with Harry, helping him with a few of the bags though letting Harry carry most of them.
"So, where to now?" asked Harry, a bit tiredly.
"Don't tell me you're tired already," Draco said, drawing up by his side.
Harry shrugged. "Lugging around about ten bags of merchandise isn't exactly too comfortable," he said.
"You're overreacting," Draco said walking next to Harry as they made their way through the busy streets.
"So, where are we going?" Harry asked once again, noting full well that they weren't headed towards his or Draco's apartment.
"Another store, of course. This time, it's on me," Draco said, grinning a little too widely for Harry's liking.
"Will I like the store?" Harry asked when he was suddenly pulled into it.
Harry stared around at the dark ambiance of the store and the clothing racks, filled with clothing he'd never buy.
"Umm… please tell me this isn't the store you were talking about," Harry almost gulped.
"Lighten up, Harry, it'll be fun," Draco said, grabbing the bags Harry was carrying and giving them to the attendant who had decided to come to their side.
"Why are we here in the first place?" Harry asked, inwardly groaning as he spotted several things he knew he would definitely never wear.
"Well," Draco said, "we do need outfits for the celebration tonight."
"Where exactly are we going and what are we celebrating?"
"Finally making it official, of course."
Harry gazed at Draco, the words once again striking a chord he thought he had gotten rid of. 'I'd like to finally make it official,' he recalled were the same words Oliver had used for the article that he had last seen. He scoffed, wondering how they were doing, then seemed to focus back into reality. He saw the pale blonde hair and sighed. He should be happy now, not thinking about old times, not reminiscing about the words that had almost made him break under their strain, under their weight. He ran a hand through his unruly hair, which he noted was getting longer and unrulier, and walked over to where Draco stood.
"Took you long enough. What were you thinking about?" asked Draco, facing away from Harry and asking in a low tone.
"Nothing really," Harry said in a tone that he knew betrayed him. Draco, though, knew better than to push and decided to leave it at that, though he had one fear he had to settle.
"You're not regretting us, are you?" Draco asked, turning towards Harry, hope and sadness evident in his eyes.
Harry looked at him incredulously then laughed slightly. "No," he snorted. "Gosh, Draco, we've only been official for less than a few hours and you're already asking me if I'm regretting it," he said.
Draco shrugged, a small smile plastered on his lips.
Harry, noticing how Draco still had sufficient doubt left in his eyes, took things a step further and placed his lips gently against Draco's, biting down lightly on Draco's bottom lip before pulling away. "Does that answer your question?" Harry asked, looking back up at Draco.
A faint tint of pink could be seen on Draco's cheeks and Harry nearly laughed again. Draco, though, seemed to regain composure about the same time and, apparently more appeased, went back to work in searching for outfits.
Two rather tight pants and shirts that left very little imagination to the eye later, Harry and Draco were on there way to Harry's apartment.
They both entered and placed the bags on the floor. The day had gone by and both boys were tired, but now was the time to get ready for their 'celebration'. Draco gave Harry a nice, long kiss and, after whispering promises into Harry's ear, apparated back to his apartment.
Harry looked at his apartment. It was noticeably cleaner, but most everything remained the same. He grabbed the bags from the floor and walked towards his room, where he began placing his new clothing away. He grabbed the 'outfit' Draco had made him get, no, rather forced him to get. He looked at it annoyingly before walking into the bathroom to take a nice, cold shower he thought he needed.
A few hours later, well rested and changed, Harry glanced at the clock. "Hmm… I wonder where Draco is," he thought as he noticed the clock read 9 p.m. He made his way over to the living room, surprised at the mobility that could be achieved in the pants that had been bought for him when Draco suddenly appeared before him.
Harry practically gaped at Draco. He wore very low pants that rode his hips and seemed to hug him in all the right places. His shirt was tight and sleeveless and a dark blue color which complemented his eyes very much. He wore what appeared to be a leather band around his left wrist. His hair hung in strands over his eyes and appeared immaculate. And those eyes, they danced, sparkling a grey with dark blue swirls that came from the shirt.
Harry stood in awe, unaware that the other boy in front of him was doing the very same thing. Draco was gazing at the other boy, too shocked to praise himself for the great job he had done. Harry wore black jeans that fitted and showed off everything anyone could ever want. He sported a black sleeveless shirt with dark green over that and wore a necklace that could have passed off as a choker. On his wrists, he wore two leather bands, much like the one's Draco wore. Draco swore silently to himself as he stared at the boy and his tousled hair, looking more wild yet enticing than ever before.
Before either knew what was happening, they were both on each other, pressing bodies closely together and lips grazing over each other. Tongues tasted each other and hands wanted to touch everywhere, until they slowly parted, gasping for breath and rather aware of what the other may be thinking.
"You look… great," Draco said, composing himself before Harry did and watching Harry in silent praise.
"You do too," Harry said breathlessly, which almost made Draco jump at him again.
"Well then, shall we?" asked Draco, ushering him towards the door.
Harry nodded silently and walked ahead, oblivious to the sight he was giving Draco. They both got into the car and drove rather silently.
Harry suddenly began chuckling again, which slowly progressed onto laughing. Draco looked over at him and raised an eyebrow, wondering what the other boy was thinking and laughing about.
"What's so funny?" asked Draco, his eyes averting quickly to Harry's face then back onto the road.
"Nothing really," Harry shrugged. "I was just thinking about us."
"Oh…" Draco said silently. "Wait, so now we're funny!"
"No, I didn't say that. I just meant, this suddenness, it's all rather sudden, isn't it?" Harry said, laughter still emitting from his mouth.
Draco involuntarily stiffened, feeling almost offended. "Well, if I thought it was going to be a humorous event I never would have gone through with it. And what about it is too sudden?"
Harry gazed up in surprise, then noticing that Draco was probably kidding, remembered and continued to chuckle. "Oh, I don't know," Harry said. "I mean, we spent all of Hogwarts bickering and I only knew you as Malfoy the Prat. Then you joined the light side and I really only saw you a few times. You were still the annoying little git, mind you, but we were all too busy in what we were doing that no one had a chance to pay attention. We were just glad to get all the help we could get. And well, not too long ago we were fighting. Actually, yesterday morning we were fighting again like we'd used to and now, all of a sudden we have this relationship where we've already snogged several times and shagged once, twice if you count the first time," Harry said, shaking his head. "I don't know, it's all just too weird for me… all too sudden."
"Oh," Draco said. "Well, when you put it that way, it is, but that's only because you were being a prat too. You are rather dense, you know. I've always been one to believe that a fine line existed between love and hate and, well… I guess I sort of passed that boundary in Hogwarts one day," Draco continued, shrugging as he muttered those words.
Harry turned and stared wordlessly at him, then slowly smiled. "Was it really that long?"
"Well, no… ok, yeah, but after the whole war I was pretty sure I'd never have a chance with you, and so I left. I didn't think about you often or anything, Harry, don't get any ideas like that. I'm not the type that distresses day in and day out about unrequited love, but I suppose a part of me never really stopped liking you, and when I heard you were coming to capture death eaters, I joined immediately. Of course, I joined because I wanted to capture my father as well, but I also joined partly because… well, you," Draco said almost shyly, unused to having his feelings out in the open.
Harry smiled widely and pecked Draco on the cheek. "That's very sweet, you know," Harry said, his grin spread from ear to ear.
Draco blushed considerable, his eyes on the road. 'Oh god, I've become a sap,' he thought. 'A lovesick sap at that…'
They drove up to the place and Draco handed over his car to one of the valet's, specifically describing exactly how and where and what he was to do, much to Harry's dismay and a few of the other customers. Eventually, though, Draco was pulled into the club by Harry after being reassured his car was in capable hands.
Loud music met their ears as they entered and they saw various people dancing to the side. The bar was set up to the corner and a few tables were scattered around, surrounding the dance floor.
"You know," Harry said, practically yelling so that he could be heard, "I don't think that in all my time in London I went to these many clubs all in a few weeks."
Draco laughed and pulled Harry towards him. "Well, clubs are an important part of our culture," Draco said, making Harry chuckle.
"Oh, I'm sure of that," Harry said, looking around and slowly growing conscious to the lustful scares both he and Draco were getting. "Couldn't we have opted for a quieter, secluded place?" Harry asked, leaning into Draco almost protectively and walking towards the bar with him.
"We could have, but we have the rest of our miserable, old lives to be secluded and content. We have to live and enjoy life while we still can," Draco said, sitting down on a stool, his foot already moving to the beat of the music. The bartender came over, eyeing them both shamelessly before asking them what they'd like and delivering their drinks with a wink.
"Would you like to -," Draco was about to say when he was interrupted by a tap on the shoulder. Turning, Draco found himself with the attendant from the previous store, along with about four other guys behind him.
"Hello, Draco," the man said, placing his hand on Draco's shoulder. "Hello," he said over to Harry, giving him an acknowledging nod. "I'm glad you came," he said to Draco, smiling widely.
"Wouldn't have missed the opportunity," Draco said. "It sounded like a great place and I was surprised I'd never heard of it."
"It's new, barely starting, but receiving good clientele already. So, Draco, would you like to dance?" he asked Draco.
"Err," he said, looking over at Harry who had a dark look over his face. "Well, you see-," he was about to say when the man interrupted him again.
"Oh, don't worry about… Harry was it? I'm Sean. These here are Sam, Adam, Evan, and Damien. I'm sure they'll keep you company while we dance, unless one wants to dance with you too," he said, eyeing his group, then turning back to Draco. "So, what do you say?" he asked again.
"Well, if you're sure. I'm sure Harry won't mind, will you Harry?" he said and before Harry could reply with a 'No', Draco was being pulled by a rather eager Sean into the dancing mass.
Harry glowered at the two when he suddenly heard someone cough beside him. Looking up, he saw a raven-blue haired, very pale, very fit, punk-looking man standing beside him.
"Hello," the man said, sitting down on the stool next to Harry. Harry gazed at his black hair with blue streaks that had been randomly, yet looked methodically, placed, his clear blue eyes with what seemed to be eyeliner around them, high cheekbones and… lip ring? "I'm Damien," the man said again after Harry had continued to gaze at him.
"Oh," Harry said, "I'm Harry." He extended out a hand in greeting and Damien inwardly laughed as he took the hand that had been offered, holding it longer than it needed to be held.
"So, would you like to dance?" Damien asked, motioning towards the dance floor.
"Sure," Harry said, finishing the latest cup the bartender had placed before him before joining Damien into the dance floor.
"Hmm… you sure can hold a lot," Damien said, motioning towards the cups.
"So I've been told," Harry said, smirking lightly before beginning to move his body to the sway of the music.
"Hmm… you're a good dancer," Damien said, his eyes roaming over every inch at Harry appraisingly.
"You're not so bad yourself," Harry said. Both of them danced for a while when Damien suddenly got closer and, placing a hand on Harry's back, slowly began to draw circles, grinding himself into Harry all the while.
Harry's breath hitched as he stared up at clear blue eyes that stared at him with unmistakable lust. His mind was reeling, intoxicated with the alcohol and atmosphere of the whole place when he remembered Draco… No, not only Draco, but a Draco dancing with a certain Sean. Harry's eyes narrowed as he quickly searched the floor for Draco and found him… rather too closely to his liking to Sean. He saw as Sean moved, his body in tune with Draco's and his hands slowly traveling to a place Harry would rather he keep his hands off of. Harry's jealousy was slowly soaring as he watched Sean's hands, daring him to place them where he thought they might go and just wait for Draco's reaction, but when he saw Draco just give a knowing smirk to Sean and continue dancing, Harry's jealousy leapt up several levels.
"Excuse me," he growled as he walked over to where Draco was, not even bothering to turn to Damien anymore. He walked, almost stomped, to where Draco was and stood behind him, looking at Sean in the eye. Sean didn't seem to notice though, or didn't want to and continued dancing.
"Mind if I cut in?" Harry said, rather forcefully grabbing onto Draco and glaring angrily at Sean.
"No, not at all," Sean said, a bit afraid at the look in Harry's face and slowly drawing away but not before sending a last look over at Draco.
"I'll dance with you later," Draco said before turning to Harry, a small smile on his lips. "Jealous, love?" he asked.
"What do you think!" Harry said rather loudly, dancing almost wildly as a fast-paced song began to play.
"It was just dancing," Draco said.
"Just dancing. Is this just dancing!" Harry said and began running his hands over Draco, pushing him closer and tracing patterns over both visible and invisible skin. He grinded his hips into Draco's, one hand traveling down to Draco's arse and pushing him forward into himself. He heard Draco emit a small groan but continued to do so nonetheless. "So, is this just dancing!" Harry said, suddenly pulling away from Draco.
Draco looked up at him, his eyes opening and staring at Harry intently. "I suppose not," Draco said very hoarsely before pushing his lips fervently against Harry's.
Harry stood shocked before responding to Draco's kiss. His hands roamed over Draco as their bodies continued to move and sway to the beat, their tongues fighting a battle for dominance. Harry withdrew from the kiss and began placing small kisses on his lover's jaw, slowly moving over to his ear and nibbling on it before creating another trail to his neck. He heard Draco emit a small moan once again when he suddenly realized where they were and pulled away rather suddenly.
Draco looked at Harry incredulously. "What's wrong?" he said, noticing the surprised and embarrassed look in Harry's eyes.
"Exhibitionism," Harry said, looking around at the eyes that were fixed on them as Draco did too.
Draco emitted a low chuckle and drew the other boy closer to him. "Well then, let's go somewhere more private before I lose it here," he said, pressing his growing erection into the other's boy thigh and making him blush.
Lusty eyes followed them as they made their way over to Draco's car and to the nearest apartment, which happened to be Harry's.
Harry pushed Draco through the door, his kiss already growing out of control and his breath slowly growing more labored. He closed the door and both made their way over to Harry's room, discarding clothing in the process.
"I love you," Harry whispered into Draco's ear as they kissed and touched, their hunger growing with every tease.
"I love you too," Draco said, followed by a small moan coming from deep within Draco as Harry brushed his fingers over Draco's chest, followed by kisses. Harry continued his ministrations on Draco, producing continuous groans and comments of need from Draco.
Harry caught Draco off guard by suddenly reaching back into a kiss, one hand gently running down Draco's length, making him feel like he was going crazy.
"Oh please… Harry," Draco groaned, unable to control himself from bucking and begging Harry to take him but Harry seemed to have other things in mind.
Harry lifted himself from Draco and looked into his eyes. Draco sensing what Harry was going to do, all but whimpered after waiting for far too long.
Harry placed himself gently into Draco at first, his lips pressed tightly onto the other boy's and his heart beating wildly. He felt Draco's groan in his mouth and he slid further in and felt the boy's hips buck once again under himself. He worked on Draco's own erection as he moved back and forth inside Draco, producing moans of ecstasy from both himself and Draco.
Both soon lay panting beside each other, tired yet indescribably happy. Harry placed a lingering kiss on Draco's lips before falling asleep on Draco's arm, his hot breath on Draco's chest.
Draco looked at Harry beside him. "I really love you," he whispered, placing one last kiss on the nape of Harry's neck before sleep overtook him.
A/N: A more… romantic if you can say… and slower paced, fluffy chapter. Or as fluffy as it could get. Overall, a bit of the relationship before things get… out of control… heh.