Chapter 2

Hi! Author here. I accidentally posted this as in-progress instead of the intended completed (aka a one-shot). But 3 people, yeah, I know, right? have decided to follow this story, three more have favorited it and I even got a review! This is my first fanfic, not to mention my first smut piece, and I didn't expect any attention. So, after getting some I really want these two to have a realstory and now I have an excuse to continue. That's why, thank you to Babya, Artimis1812, AymiNaoki, EternalReader15 and Iydi13 for your love and support, it really means the world to me. (I would love some reviews!)

After a brief morning in St Mungo's, getting all his heat medication and paperwork in order, Harry went back to Hogwarts. He had gone early, deciding to miss History of Magic, since he already knew he wouldn't be paying much attention. He also hadn't bothered telling anyone except the headmistress, since it was a personal matter and Ron and Hermione were used to him disappearing from time to time. They understood that Harry wasn't the same boy as before the war. He had become more irritable and lonesome, a bit detached from the other two but they understood, his flesh wounds had healed, but the rest… that would take some time.

He hadn't taken into account a blonde that would be trying to catch his eye at the breakfast table. And as he went into the Great Hall for lunch, he came face to face with him, all wrath and fire.

- Where the fuck do you think you're going, Potter?

Draco was strutting up to him, his chest puffed out, his cheeks tinted a light pink and a visible wrinkle between his eyebrows. Harry was taken to the past, when this same scene would have happened with Crabbe and Goyle on Malfoy's tail, waiting for their leader to command a punch. Now though, he didn't have much to be scared of. After their detention together, he doubted Draco would try to hurt him. Or would he? He had seemed so nice yesterday, if a bit horny. He had taken care of him, but had he read it wrong? Maybe his heat had made everything look different. Maybe Malfoy had only used him for sex, and now that he knew he was an Omega, he was going to make him go through a lot of pain. He pushed these thoughts out of his mind and tried to look unworried as he faced the angry Slytherin.

- Something wrong, Draco?

He felt the old need for rivalry run through his veins as he answered, showing his annoyance at the use of his last name.

- You bet there is Potter, and we're going to sort it out. Now.

He walked past Harry, and stopped next to the Hall doors, turning around when he noticed the raven-haired boy wasn't following him.

He saw Harry roll his eyes and start to follow him. Fast enough that it was clear he was following him but because he wanted to, not because he had told him to.

- Where have you been?

Draco asked as they left the Great Hall and caught Harry's wrist to drag him into an alcove. He looked into green eyes and saw confusion there. He also realised the alcove wasn't as big as he had remembered and barely fit them both. He could feel the other boy's breath on his neck as he looked up to him.

- Don't you already know enough to humiliate me? Do you really need more?

Oh, how could he say something like that? He had spent the whole morning worrying about him and this was his thanks? Draco had waited all breakfast, trying to see Harry come in and see how he was after the… exertion from the night before. After everything he had walked the Gryffindor back to his tower just to have a piece of mind.

- No, Potter, I was hoping we could talk this morning. But imagine my surprise when the golden boy decided not to show up!

Harry's eyebrows went up in surprise, his green eyes shining in the low lighting. Draco drank in the view. There were emotions in Harry's eyes. Emotions, swirling and mixing, more emotions than he had seen from the boy in months. He felt some of his anger soften at the sight.

- So… you're angry because…?

Confusion took over from the surprise in his eyes, clouding them, making them a muddy green. Draco couldn't take his eyes off of him.

- I thought… yesterday you said. Well you didn't say it. I thought you were offering to be…

He could feel himself turn red as he comprehended what had gone wrong. He had thought Harry had offered him a hand, the offer of friendship, what with him insisting in calling each other by their first names. Obviously, it wouldn't stand after all the evening. He had just wanted to avoid awkwardness during the detentions and that was it.

- Offering to be what? We only had sex because of the hormones, and we both know it.

The dip in Harry's brow becoming more pronounced.

- What? No! I meant friendship! Don't worry, I don't find you the least attractive.

Shit, what was he saying. He regretted even more as he saw a twinge of hurt go through Harry's expression before cloaking it back to indifference. Draco saw it as clear as day, all of the other boy's emotions retreating at once, leaving a semi-empty shell.

- Harry? Hey, don't do that. It creeps me out.

He turned his head to look at the blonde's lips. Then his grey eyes.

- Do what?

- Go away like that. You can't just stop feeling in the middle of a conversation. It doesn't make any sense.

So, Draco had seen. He had felt pain at the last of his comments, and he was used to just hiding now.

- I can't. I don't do it on purpose. I used to, but now I can't control it.

Draco's lips twitched downwards, and he saw the boy was back to his pale self, rather than the pinkish angered version of before. During the small fight, some of the blonde's hair had moved in front of his grey eyes. Harry moved to stroke the hair back to its place before he could think about what he was doing. Draco closed his eyes, flinching back, but when the soft touch reached his forehead he opened his eyes in surprise. Grey and green eyes met for an electric moment. Harry bit his lip in anticipation. Of what he didn't know, but as he let his hand rest on Draco's shoulder he saw him look at his lips. He had to be imagining it. That, or his new heat meds weren't working properly.

- I was just worried about you. And when you didn't show up…

Draco whispered as he brought up a hand to brush the back of his finger against Harry's stubble.

- I thought you'd changed your mind about wanting to do… what we did yesterday.

Images of their detention the day before went through his head, making him blush.

- Draco… I didn't… I mean. I was just reminded of before, when you and your "buddies" would gang up on me. The way you came up to me in the great hall and called me Potter. I think I'm just a bit on edge.

Harry sighed as all the tension he had been feeling left his body. His feet had become very interesting and he couldn't seem to face the slytherin.

- I spent the morning at the hospital…

- What? Are you ok? I thought you seemed fine when I dropped you off yesterday but… That's why I wanted to check on you and…

Draco interrupted, babbling a bit.

- Draco, relax- Harry said as he found the courage to look into grey eyes – I just had to get my meds and a check-up.

The relief was clear in the other boys' eyes.

- God Harry, don't scare me like that.

Harry raised his eyebrows.

- Draco Malfoy, scared for Harry Potter? What is the world coming to?

Sarcasm dripped off every word.

- You know what? Never mind. Whenever I extend my hand to you, you always seem to turn me down. And I've had enough. I thought you had said we could be friends yesterday but… Never mind.

Green eyes turned to him, finding his grey ones, moving on to his hand, still on his shoulder, to lips… and there they rested.

- I didn't mean it like that… truly I…

Closing his eyes he started to lean, he could hear his heart beating in his chest.

- Harry? Is that you?

Ron's voice sounded clear, over the two ragged breaths.