Disclaimer I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters or the movie

This story is not mine all credits go to BeyondTheSun on AO3

Harry had actually gotten Draco some tea cookies in Hogsmeade before he left. He didn't know much about the other, but he liked tea, so that was a place to start. He was a little disappointed to find that Draco wasn't in the dorm when he returned, but that was to be expected. It was the weekend, Draco was sure to be off doing something with his friends. So he left the cookies on the bed with a note and went to the library to catch up on the work he was behind on. Harry was only working for a few minutes when he saw Draco walk up to, catching him quickly by surprise.

"Potter, you can't just be leaving me gifts for everyone to see," Draco hissed as he stood next to the other, arms crossed.

Harry smiled. He never did change, did he? He was more charming now though.

"Do you not like tea cookies?" Harry asked as he leaned on hand, looking up at Draco.

"That's…. that's beside the point, what if someone sees?"

"Who's going to see our own dorm room?"

Draco scoffed, a slight pout on his lips as he looked away. Had he always pouted like that? Harry found it incredibly cute, laughing quietly.

"Do you like tea cookies?" He asked him, genuinely curious.

Draco's face turned ever so slightly pink as he turned his chin up and sighed. "Yes…"

Harry smiled brightly.

"But I'd prefer Dutch Apple next time."

"Next time?"

"Shut up."

Draco was even pinker now, very clearly trying to hide it.

"Can I kiss you?"

Harry enjoyed the startled look on the other's face. It was clear he wasn't expecting him to be so forward. But Draco quickly pulled himself together.

"We are in the library, Potter, that would be quite uncivilized."

"No one's here, it's the weekend."

"Potter, I know you get a rise from—"

"I got you tea cookies."

Draco let out a lengthy sigh, eyeing Harry. "You're a needy type, aren't you, Harry Potter," he murmured and leaned down to kiss him.

Harry smiled as he kissed him, reaching up to pull him closer for just a moment. Even when he pulled back, they still stayed close. Harry could spot the faint row of freckles again from where he was, and the flush of Draco's cheeks. He could stare at him all day, really. Draco was the first one to pull away, adjusting his collar and huffing.

"I'll… see you later," he said and left.

Harry laughed quietly again. How had it taken so long for him to realize how incredibly awkward Draco was? It was ridiculously cute. Sure, the other was put together nicely, but he still fumbled when he didn't know what he was doing. After that, Harry's weekend was bliss. Draco wouldn't talk to him much, but the two started having tea in the evening. Harry hoped to make this a regular habit as he was starting to truly enjoy the company. Draco was even starting to open up to the other more.

All that came crashing down on Monday. Draco got up early, as usual, to shower and fix his hair. By the time Harry was up and ready, Draco had headed to breakfast. If Harry was being honest, all morning and the better part of the afternoon had been fine. It wasn't until Harry tried to smile at Draco did he realize something was wrong. The other didn't just ignore him, he actively sneered at him. Harry was dumbfounded. Just a few hours ago, Harry was having scotch while Draco had his tea, the two sharing stories of their childhood. Did he do something wrong?

Harry tried to talk to Draco again to no avail. He also had a feeling the other would try to sleep in the common room again and that wasn't a great place for a private conversation. So Harry decided to stalk Draco. Maybe it wasn't stalking, but he followed him. He followed him after lunch, trying to catch him outside the dining hall. Talking to Draco before his classes wasn't an option as there wasn't enough time, and he always made sure to rush out of every class as soon as possible so that Harry couldn't catch up.

The only opportunity Harry had was during dinner when out of the corner of his eyes he saw Draco go to the bathroom. He excused himself and rushed to follow him. Draco was washing his hands when Harry burst in, blocking the exit with his body.

"Why are you ignoring me?"

Draco didn't look at him.

"I am not, I am simply minding my own business."

"Bollocks."

Harry's words weren't angry, more factual, but he could see that Draco flinched.

"So what if it is?"

"No, no Draco, I am not going back to how we acted before."

"Well, maybe I want to."

Draco finally looked at Harry, his face pained. What had happened?

"You really want to hate me again?" Harry asked, his posture steeping slightly.

"Of course I don't want tohateyou, Potter," he said in an exasperated tone.

"Then explain to me what's going on."

Harry took a step towards Draco, only for the other to take a step back, shaking his head.

"You really don't know?" Draco scoffed. "It's always me, Potter, never you. They've been at it all day— 'Draco the pansy,' they say. 'Draco's a homosexual. Absolutely disgusting. He's a fucking fairy' Do you know how long I've had to hide to keep myself safe? Hidden myself away so I'm not shamed anymore than I already am?!"

"Draco—"

"I'm not finished! Someone saw me kiss you. Of course, they only saw me and not Harry bloody Potter, because you're lucky! Nothing bad happens to you and if it does, you always come out unscathed. Always!"

"Draco—"

"You should have left me in that forest!"

"Draco."

Harry had gotten close enough, finally managing to grab the other by the shoulders.

"Stop it," Harry whispered. "For once in your bloody life, let someone help you. Letmehelp you."

Draco sucked in a breath, utterly still. He bowed his head as he tried to stop the tears from gathering in his eyes. Harry hugged him. He had started to enjoy wrapping his arms around the other, holding him tightly.

"Please don't sleep in the common room tonight," Harry murmured as he continued to keep a hold on him. Draco didn't hug him back, but he didn't push away. Instead, he kept his head gently resting against the other's chest.

"Fine," he whispered.

Harry pulled away and gave him a sad smile. "I'll see you later"

Before he left, he lifted Draco's chin and pressed a kiss to his forehead. Harry wanted to show the other that he didn't hate him anymore. Harry respected that Draco didn't want to be exposed anymore and left alone, so if anyone saw him coming out of the bathroom they wouldn't try to snoop. He saw Draco return to the dining hall a few minutes later and sighed with relief.

The other kept his word; when Harry returned to his dorm late that night, he found Draco sitting in his bed and reading a textbook.

"You wear glasses?"

"Unfortunately."

He seemed to have returned to his normal, snarky self, looking up at Harry.

"Off with Granger and Weasley?"

He nodded. "Hermione was helping me catch up with work. Ron was… observing."

It was awkward then. Harry felt as if they had taken a step backward and Draco was as caged as before.

"Do I need to get you drunk again?"

"Iwillhex you."

"Try me."

Harry had a shit-eating grin as he pulled out the gin.

Draco groaned and put down his books, taking off his glasses as he glared at him. "No, it's a weeknight and I refuse to get drunk on the night before I have a test. But if you desire to drink, I will happily watch you make an arse of yourself."

"You say this as if I'm not already an arse."

"Actually— I take that back. Drunk Potter is extremely needy."

"I can be needy without alcohol," Harry said as he set down the bottle, walking towards Draco.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Can I kiss you?"

He knew he probably didn't have to, but Harry liked asking. He watched Draco turning pink and looking away.

"Fine."

Harry stopped then before he made another move.

"Is it always going to be fine?"

There was a pause.

"What?"

"Are you always going to say 'fine? Or… or do youwantme to kiss you, Draco?"

Draco looked at the hands in his lap, trying to form an answer. He clearly had a hard time admitting to himself (or anyone else) how he felt.

"Do you want me to kiss you, Draco?" Harry asked again.

"I—…" Draco struggled for words. He finally looked at Harry,reallylooked at him. "I want more than kisses, you incompetent fool."

Finally, Harry relaxed and laughed as he pulled Draco onto his lap, who promptly squeaked.

"Do you even know what you're doing, Potter?"

"I'm not a virgin if that's what you're asking. Though I admit I don't have much practice with guys. Want me to practice on you, Draco?"

The other was already pink from being placed on Harry's lap, but now he was sputtering and a much darker shade.

"Harry—!"

Harry was growing a little needy, so he pulled Draco forward and kissed him. His lips were always soft as they brushed against Harry's own. Insead of pulling away like he usually did, he pulled Draco deeper. Harry's hands came up to wrap his fingers in the others' hair and tugged only slightly.

He was surprised to hear a sharp gasp against his lips before Draco tugged on him. They were pressed flush against each other and Harry was enticed.

He pulled back then, looking at Draco's flushed face and neck. He was breathing heavily, lips parted, but he could only hold eye contact with Harry for so long. Draco made a small noise and buried his face into Harry's shoulders, gripping his arms.

"Don't you know staring is rude?" Draco mumbled.

"But I like looking at your face" Harry retorted and picked Draco up.

"Ah, Potter— Harry!"

Harry had put him down as swiftly as he picked him up, setting Draco on his back as he towered over him.

"Yes?"

Harry was grinning and breathing heavily. Draco looked so beautiful and attractive as he lay there spread.

"Bugger off!" Draco said as he hid his face in his hands, but he didn't push Harry away.

"You said you didn't want me to."

He took Draco's hands away from his face and started kissing his knuckles and his wrists, down his arms, making his way back to his collar bones.

"Fuck," Draco gasped. He gripped Harry's shoulders as he tried desperately to hold onto his pride, but it was a fight he was slowly losing. It wasn't long before he was pulling Harry back into another kiss, much messier than before.

"You're impossible," he whispered against his lips. Draco gave up then. He let himself succumb to Harry's prodding. Before he could argue, Draco pulled away from Harry and lifted up the other's shirt, pulling off.

"'The boy who lived' isn't lusted after for no reason, is he, Harry?" Malfoy murmured as his eyes flicked across his body. God, he was gorgeous.

"Give yourself some credit, Draco," Harry said in his ear. He had let Draco pull off his shirt and when the other was done, he pressed himself between his legs. It felt hot, even with the minimal friction. Harry tilted Draco's chin and kissed him again, but his neediness and horniness made it messy. He was focused on other things, anyway. He pushed Draco's knees apart so his legs spread and grinded against him. At first, Harry was nervous, but the surprised, choked moan from Draco was all he needed to keep going. "You're quite handsome, yourself."

Draco didn't object and leaned his head back into the pillow. His hands reached up to grab Harry by the shoulders; he needed something to grab onto, anything. As Harry continued to grind their hips together, he reached up and gently stroked his cheek, tangling his fingers in Draco's soft, short locks. He tugged, causing Draco to gasp and dig his fingers into his shoulders.

"Merlin!"

Draco's face felt on fire. In fact, all of him felt on fire. The friction on his groin was driving him mad, and now Harry was tugging, literally, all of his sweet spots.

"If you're going to pleasure me, Harry," Draco said between gasps, "do it right."

Draco felt a surge of adrenaline then and pushed Harry off long enough to get his own pants off. Harry groaned and grabbed Draco again as soon as he would let him. As he kissed down Draco's neck, his hand slid into the blonde's briefs. The other was already filled out.

Draco was blushing again, he could feel it. But he didn't care and grabbed Harry by the hair to pull him into a possessive kiss. This only spurred Harry on more and he grabbed Draco's dick at the base.

"So rough already, Harry," Draco teased with a smirk.

It was quickly wiped off his face as Harry slowly started to move his hand up and down, starting from the base and moving all the way to the tip.

"Fuck—" Draco gasped, starting to tremble. This was so much better than what he'd imagined. As Harry's hand moved up and down, heat pooled in Draco's stomach.

Harry had pulled away slightly so he could watch. The other's back would arch slightly every time he'd brush his tip. It was also very clear to Harry that Draco was trying to hide his moans. Little gasps escaped his lips along with the occasional moan. Draco would then cover his mouth and hide his face as he trembled.

But Harry wanted Draco to finish, he wanted to see him finish. His one hand sped up and the other pinned Draco's hip down against the bed.

Draco had been getting close, but as Harry sped up his mind went blank. He gripped the sheets as he moaned. He could feel the heat in his stomach tighten with the need to release.

"Harry, please," he gasped out softly, face red.

Harry could feel Draco press against his hand, his hips started to jut up. But Harry didn't let him move and kept his pace consistent. Draco's face started to twist suddenly, his back arching off the bed.

"Shit!"

Harry kissed him, stroking him through his orgasm. He enjoyed Draco's moans and whines against his lips as his hips stuttered, cum splattering onto his stomach. Draco was in bliss, eyes closed as a soft hum left his throat. That was until he felt Harry's hand rubbing his tip.

"Stop, Potter!" He whined as he tried to push him away, smack his arm. He wasn't in the mood to be overstimulated.

Harry laughed and let Draco go, who was pouting again. He quickly pecked his lips as he sat up, a loving smile on his face. "I thought it was 'Harry?'" he teased.

Draco smacked his arm again for good measure, only making Harry laugh again.

Harry started to put his shirt back on as Draco made a face, scowling. "My shirt's all dirty," he grumbled. He still didn't have his wand since the sixth years took it, so he couldn't spell his cum away.

"It's fine," Harry said absentmindedly as he waved his hand over Draco, spelling it away.

Draco stared at Harry.

"You can do wandless magic?"

"Erm— yeah, I have been for a while now?"

Draco shook his head, scoffing. "You can do everything, can't you?"

But the words weren't harsh, they sounded like they were full of adoration. Harry smiled and leaned forward to kiss Draco again. He really couldn't get enough.

"Draco! Are you in there?" asked a call from the door.

Draco and Harry scrambled away from each other as Draco threw his pants on, trying to look presentable as he pushed his hair back with his hands. Harry, on the other hand, quickly shut himself in the bathroom, heart pounding.

Draco opened the door. Pansy hugged him first as Blaise stood back and smiled at him. Pansy was evidently not as happy as Blaise was, and smacked Draco's arm.

"When you didn't come back from dinner you scared the living daylights out of me," she huffed, crossing her arms. "I know you can usually handle sixth years, but you don't have your wand and I'm still worried about Lucius."

Draco tried not to flinch; he knew she was right, but he refused to admit it.

"I'm fine, you knew where I'd be and I'm here."

The three of them kind of stood there for a moment, lingering in the doorway. Draco didn't want to let them in right now, he was still a little shaky, and even if he wouldn't admit it, he wanted to spend more time with Harry.

Blaise seemed to pick this up and grabbed Pansy's hand. "We'll see you tomorrow, then. Now that we know you're okay, we'll be fine."

Pansy, a bit confused, followed Blaise as he waved and left. Draco sighed and shut the door, closing his eyes. Why did everything have to be so emotionally exhausting?

"It's late, let's go to bed," Harry said from behind him. Draco jumped but didn't argue as Harry's hands slid around his waist and pulled him to bed.

Harry wanted to sleep with Draco tonight. It had been a thought in his brain for weeks now, the urge to cuddle with Draco driving him mad. He only bothered to pull off his pants as he tucked himself under his blankets, pulling Draco along with him.

"So it's your bed instead of mine is it?" Draco mused.

"Don't complain, I'm sure you like it," Harry teased, giving him a quick kiss on the head. The two were tucked against each other as Draco shifted so that they were spooning. Harry's arm was under the other's head, his nose pressed into Draco's hair as he started to close his eyes.

"I admit, you smell nice, Harry…" Draco mumbled as he started to get tired himself.

"So do you."

Harry couldn't help but nuzzle Draco, only a little, and relaxed. And before Harry could help it, he had drifted off to sleep with Draco Malfoy in his arms.