I haven't beta'd this, so sorry for any mistakes. I wanted to get it out now, at 3:40 am in the morning, cause I stayed up to write this just for all those people (reviewers) who make my day by posting their thoughts on this story.
Raffyne: Quick enough for you darling!
Heavy pressure, not uncomfortable mind, settled over Harry. He knew he was induced with alcohol but he couldn't help but feel as if this other feeling he had inside of him was right, not a fad due to wine.
It scared the hell out of him; realising at the age of twenty five that he was something different to what he had believed he was his whole life. And not only that, there was this incredibly exciting, fresh feeling of amazement at who had made him feel like this.
So much Harry had thrown away due to denial, so fucking much he could have saved of prevented. Like fires rising from the pit of him, anger took over at his stupidity, at his lack of intuition to his own feelings.
Why was he always thinking of others? Why couldn't he just be selfish for once.
"Harry?" Draco cut into the brunettes thoughts. "Do you want me to change it?"
Harry shook his head indicating no and said nothing more, his eyes wide at the couple now engrossed in a heated kiss. 'Wow…' Harry thought.
Draco smiled a little, trying to keep his amusement to himself. He shifted closer to his friend, the space between their bodies closing almost instantly. Harry sheepishly tore his eyes from the screen, looking up at Draco questioningly. "You like it don't you?" Draco asked, his hand motioning to the screen.
Harry nodded minimally, secretively, and truly scared he was. His heart thumped like heavy treads through water and he could almost hear the name it was calling as he sat there.
Draco smirked absently. "I never knew you were-"
"I'm not!" Harry said louder than he thought he would.
Draco leaned in, surprised when Harry didn't stop his movement. A flick of Draco's tongue caused a shiver through Harry, as the warm flesh met both Harry's bottom and top lip. The brunette sniffled slightly, causing the blonde to retreat.
"Have you ever kissed a guy before?" Draco asked in a whisper, trying to sound casual but coming out throaty, sexy.
Harry shook his head and was thoroughly surprised when a soft kiss was placed on his bottom lip from Draco. "How does that feel."
"Like I should have done it years ago…" Harry admitted.
Draco smiled, before crashing his lips against Harry's in a strong protest against his suppression of feelings for the past few weeks.
They kept their bodies to themselves, instead relied on their lips to tell each other their stories. Feelings, the room was full of feelings. Lust, passion, happiness.
The bloody cups and pans were going at it now.
And inside of Harry something changed. The dream he had before Draco found him on the side of his bed that morning; a warning sign. A happy warning sign that something brilliant was going to happen. In that sub-conscience treat, Harry was found doing pretty much the same thing as he was doing now. Except, Harry had been kissing Draco in front of all his friends, completely comfortable with what he was, and who he was doing it with.
Once back in reality, Harry realised that his hands were being placed upon Draco's chest and he was un-cladding the blonde from his clothing.
"God damn these things…" Harry whispered with a smile against Draco's lips and all the blonde could do to agree was to kiss back his mate and help remove both of them from their clothing.
Draco, whilst pulling the last of the clothing off Harry, had stood the brunette up. And now he got the best view he had ever had. A shy, timid Harry stood slightly pink in front of Draco, naked, panting and aroused.
Their words no longer made much sense. But the sex did, the touching and the kissing made so much sense it was as if it was planned. Language through the body was streaming all around, the only sounds were incoherent mumbles, or slight demands of want.
And soon, the whole clan of inanimate objects were having a field day. And, when Harry was to wake the next day he would find that the troublesome fridge had fixed itself, all thanks to the passionate, intimate actions he and Draco had shared.
So there it is, the long awaited get-together scene. Now I want to say this now, so you are all prepared; There will only be one more chapter after this, however there will be a sequel.
And here's a little taster of the next chapter;
You will find out exactly what the brass beneath Harry is.
The diary; now whatever happened to that.
Things wont be as perfect as we all wish they could be.
Ash.
