Chapter Seven:

"It's like a dream. This is just... just so... perfect." Harry leaned into Draco, his nose brushing against Draco's cheek. "This is like- you're like... magic..." He could feel Draco's smile through his hair. "Why do we have to be apart-?"
"We don't."
"Yes we-"
"No. We don't." Draco lowered his head, meeting Harry's lips with his own, blonde hair falling over his eyes.

"This... it's like- a dream..."

"Dammit, not again!" Harry rolled onto the floor, blushing crimson and covering his erection.
"What'sa matter 'Arry...?" Ron mumbled, half asleep. He rubbed his eyes, sitting up.
"Uh- nothing. Just a dream." He pulled the blankets around himself, looking over at Ron in his bed. Did he see anything? But Ron had already fallen back asleep, still frozen in the sitting position.

"Damn Malfoy."

Months passed. Snow drifted lazily down, announcing the arrival of winter. Harry and Draco never spoke, though they often would glance at each other, Draco's eyes always gleaming darkly.

"Almost Christmas! What are you going to get Ron and me?" Harry grinned sheepishly.
"Well... I haven't got a clue what I'm getting Ron and you- well I'm just not telling you." The day was a free day, a day meant for study that most students used as free time. It was snowing thickly outside, the day still surprisingly bright for such weather. "I'm supposed to meet up with Ron in the great hall around..." She glanced at a nearby clock. "Now! Oh shoot- I'll see you later Harry!"
"Bye 'Mione!" Harry smiled and continued his path down the hallway. I don't want them to worry. But truth is... I'm not happy. I'm not ok with this... I- thoughts of last night's dream came flooding back to him. "Why do we have to be apart-?" And his answer... "We don't."

Harry had stopped walking, his eyes lowered to his feet.

"Bye Harry!"
"Yeah, see ya Harry." Hermione and Ron were both leaving for the holiday season. Both garbed in their Gryffindor scarves and heavy coats, Hermione hugged Harry while Ron patted his back, both wishing him a happy Christmas.
"Bye guys. Have a safe trip." And then they were gone, leaving Harry alone in the Gryffindor common room, staring into the fire.

All of a sudden he heard it. The Fat Lady shrieked outside and a curse rang out. Then... silence. A whisper of a spell and-

Draco Malfoy entered the room.

"How- what are you doing here?"
"What do you think, Potter? I came to talk."
"Talk. You? I don't want to talk with you."
"Then let's just snog." Draco mused, laughing.
"You're si-"
"No! I'm not!" Draco had finally lost the cold edge; he had officially snapped. His lower lip quivered; his eyes were tired. "I'm not sick. You're the sick one! You- damn you Potter!" Harry was struck speechless, staring into Draco's angry eyes. "You stare at me when you think I'm not looking. You blush when I turn your way. I'm not sick, nor am I stupid!"
"Is that all you came to say?" Draco paused. "Because if you don't have anything more to say, leave." Harry shouted. "Leave!" Draco's eyes hardened angrily. "You're not supposed to be here- you can't! You made a deal. You promised."
"Fine! Fine." Draco shook his head. "But don't tell me you didn't enjoy it."
"I- no! Of course not! Get out!" Harry was shaking. "Screw you!"

"You did!" Screamed Malfoy. "And you liked it! I know you did!" He was shrieking now, pointing angrily at Harry. "Dammit Potter."

"Why do we have to be apart?"
"We don't."

His heart thudded in his chest. Draco was shaking, filled with rage. Harry simply stood there. Say it. Just do it. Close your eyes and- Harry took a deep breath, shutting his eyes.
"I lied."
...
"What?"
Silence fell between them. Draco looking at Harry, Harry now looking at the floor.
"I- I don't know I just..."
"Say it."

Harry hesitated and Draco made a step toward the door. "Fine. Alright-!" He took a deep breath, steadying his nerves. "You were right." He said quietly, eyes still on the floor.
Draco grinned, his anger melting away.
"Oh don't look so smug." Harry said disdainfully. Draco laughed before stepping closer, finally reaching out and pulling Harry against him. He put his lips into his raven hair.
"I find it very hard not to be smug right now." Draco murmured. Harry's hands gradually found themselves against his back, slowly lowering themselves. Draco guided Harry to the floor, pushing him down. Harry's eyes were unsure, filled with a shaky fear. He nervously pulled off Draco's robe, followed by his shirt.
Draco tugged off Harry's glasses, holding them loosely in his hands as he pressed his lips to Harry's, arm draped over Harry's shoulder. Harry's mouth parted, his blush intensifying as Draco's tongue met with his, sliding down into his throat and back up, making patterns against his own tongue. He could feel Draco's grin, wondering how he could remain so calm, even strong and steady.

Draco pushed Harry deeper into the Gryffindor carpeting, letting Harry's glasses slide through his fingers and onto the floor as he pushed Harry's shirt over his head. With his shirt cast aside, he paused.

"So... I've been meaning to ask you, in person that is... if you wanted to play again." Harry couldn't blush any more if he tried. Even his ears were red.

"I...Y-yes."
"Say it." Harry squeezed his eyes shut

"I want to play again."

"Why didn't you say so in the first place..."