Just To See You
By Darkmeadow777
Chapter 14: Beginnings Of Want

A/N: So after a really embarrassing slip up cuz I'm an Idiot (with a capital "I"), I'm reposting this chapter...

"Harry, are we almost there? I'm starting to get a bit dizzy," said Draco. They had been walking for about 10 minutes.

"Yeah, I can see the building. You can rest in a minute," reassured Harry.

When they had entered the apartment, Harry showed Draco to the couch. He sank down on it and put his head in his hands, as if that would stop it from spinning. He started to gently rub his temples.

"Would you like me to do that for you?" asked Harry tentatively.

"Um, yeah. Sure. Please," fumbled Draco. He had been wanting a massage from Harry for the past week, but was too shy to ask.

Harry sat down beside Draco and said, "It would be easier to do if you sat on the floor."

"Yeah. Whatever, Harry. You just want me at your feet," said Draco smartly as he slid off the couch.

"I sure do," said Harry in a voice that could be taken as sarcastic or serious. Harry was being serious. Harry stepped over Draco and straddled his shoulders between his knees.

Harry took Draco's head in his hands and slowly began to make tight circles all over his head and neck. Draco's neck was a lot thinner than he remembered. Harry moved his fingertips down to Draco's temples and began to lightly rub circles. He slowly raked his fingers through Draco's fine hair, eliciting a small noise from the blonde. Harry peeked his head around and saw Draco's eye lids slowly droop. He waited until they had been closed for about 30 seconds then got up.

"There you go," said Harry. It was a painfully quick massage, but he wanted Draco coming back for more.

"That wasn't very long," complained Draco.

"Did you want something to eat?" asked Harry, ignoring Draco.

"Are you going to give me a choice?" asked Draco.

"No. Chicken burger and a protein shake for you. You need to gain some weight back, I can almost get one hand around your neck," said Harry walking out to the kitchen.

Draco sat on the couch and took a deep breath. He listened carefully for the sounds of Harry moving around the kitchen then slowly stood up. He moved around and started to try and mentally map out the room. He had been going slowly and had not knocked over anything and was starting to feel more confident. He sped up his pace.

Harry came out of the kitchen and saw Draco making his way around the apartment with little difficulty. Harry smirked as he noticed Draco heading straight for a box in his path. He moved stealthily in Draco's direction.

Draco was moving along using the wall to guide his way and he sped up his pace. He was just thinking that the apartment was wasn't very hard to map, when his legs collided with an unyielding object and he felt the ground rush up to meet him.

Instead of hard ground he fell against a warm, firm chest. He felt Harry's strong chest muscles underneath his hands. Harry's strong arms were wrapped around his waist. He could feel Harry's warm breath very close to his face.

"Are you alright?" Harry asked, his voice husky and deep.

Draco's knees almost gave out. He did not feel any desire to move away from Harry. "I am..." now.

After a while, Harry leaned back and Draco felt the cool air rush in his place. "I'll lead you back to the couch", said Harry taking Draco's hand.

What did I just think! thought Draco, 'I am NOW! What's happening to me? First I feel safe around him and now I want his arms around me? Stop it, Stop it, Stop it! he thought while hitting himself in the head, but only after Harry had returned to the kitchen.

"Oh, Draco?" Harry called from the kitchen, "I've invited Hermione and Ron for dinner this evening. We're going to have steak."

This sentence slowly fought its way through Draco's troubled mind. He resumed hitting his head.


It was a few hours later, and Draco was sitting on the couch with his arms crossed and looking very sulky. He was glaring holes in what he thought was the coffee table. Harry was by the door greeting the guests.

Draco did his best to ignore them, but it was hard when they came and sat around him. Harry was sitting on the couch with him.

Hermione was being polite and kept asking him questions, but was met with a grunt or similar noise. Draco knew she was trying to get him out of his shell. He was bloody well going to stay in his shell for as long as he bloody well wanted. Ron didn't even try to start a conversation with Draco.

The conversation started without him and Harry would get up every once and a while to prepare the meal.

After a while, Harry brought the meal to the table and they all sat around. Harry lead Draco over and sat beside him. Harry took a steak and automatically started to cut it in pieces to save Draco the trouble. Then he put some baked potato and some vegetables on his plate for him. Draco grudgingly began to eat. Then almost wolfed it down as Harry's cooking was amazing.

"Wow, Harry this is amazing!" gushed Hermione.

"Ye', I wove it when 'ou 'ook, 'Arry!" said Ron with his mouth full, "I wove it when 'ou 'ook, 'oo, 'ermione."

Harry laughed. When they all finished their meal, they moved back to the living room for tea. Draco leaned back against the couch and fell into a semi-conscious state while listening to the conversation.

"I knew I was going to come out on top, it was only a matter of time," said Ron.

Top. Draco was sitting on top of Harry, straddling his waist. Draco moved his hands over Harry's strong chest muscles and made circles around his erect nipples. Harry sucked in his breath. Draco slowly closed the space between them and captured Harry's lips in a sweet, gentle kiss. He deepened the kiss and Harry moaned. He slowly began to rock back and forth, creating a maddening amount of friction. Harry met Draco on every thrust, his breath becoming heavier. Draco moved his hands down all over Harry's chest, then moved his lips down and started to suck and tease Harry's nipples. He strengthened his thrusts and could hear Harry's labored breathing. He moved his hands lower still, teasing Harry's belly button and then moving further down to tease his fingers around the dark curls. He thrust harder. His lips were frantically kissing and sucking Harry's chest and abs, when a voice broke into his thoughts.

"Would you like whipped cream, chocolate sauce and a cherry on top?"

"Fuck, yeah!" said Draco, his eyes were still closed holding on to the delicious image in his mind. After a moment the image dissolved instantly and his eyes popped open. The room was silent and he could feel 3 sets of eyes on him.

"I mean . . .what?" asked Draco lamely.

"Would you like whipped cream, chocolate sauce and a cherry on top of your ice cream?" asked Harry.

"Oh . . .Yes," said Draco in an oddly put-out way.

Alright, better! Yeah, so first massage with the two of them alone will be next... Will sparks fly? Don't give up on me! Sorry this is so late, again. And sorry for my major fuck up...