It was nothing Draco has ever expected. He forgot that the Room of Requirement was a special room of the castle. He thought he would see stacks of unburnt and fully burnt furniture, clothes, and such; ashes everywhere from the walls to the floor; possibly broken pieces of wood, glass, or something; anything that would make it look like war broke out... And Draco wished he wasn't in it...
Everything he thought were out of the window the moment he took sight of the room. The floor was polished dark wood, the walls possessed maroon coloring with sketch drawings of multiple peaceful animals in silver, a ceiling of stars similar to the one in the Great Hall, on the right a similar pool-like tub with taps circling all sides except the entrance and a large shower big enough to hold Hagrid, in the middle a place where large pine logs were burned by red, orange, and hot pink flames, and on the left a large bed enough to hold four Goyles with colors of dark blue and beige ; this was a room for a very special person, and Draco was trespassing for Harry.
It's worth it. This guy weighs less than Hagrid, but more than a huge ass log. Oy!
With the Gryffindor's right arm over his shoulder and the blonde's hand under the left armpit, Draco immediately lifted Harry to have his feet only touching the ground and headed to the bed. "Man, what is wrong with you, Harry?" He asked, even though he won't answer. Yet. By the time he made it, he was successful on getting his hands under his armpits, and put the Gryffindor on the bed while his legs were laid on the side. Draco sighed loudly; the mission was success! He got him in here and... He had no way to wake him up... Lovely.
He looked at the Gryffindor in the position he was. As odd as he was, he was still dreamy to the Slytherin. In his Gryffindor uniform, his arms were all over the bed and his head was laid sideways. The blonde didn't care. His face was more beautiful. Flawless skin with a peaceful expression, his black eyelashes shadowed those cute cheeks, and his pink and luscious lips were slightly agape to let out small huffs of air when he exhaled; what a beautiful man, indeed.
Draco wanted nothing more to have those lips... He imagined the taste to be either butterbeer, treacle tart, any other sweet from Hogsmeade; something that made his lips ever more appetizing until the taste was gone. He wouldn't care, though. His heart raced on the imagination of the both of them, making out while those strong and smooth hands were over Draco's hair and body. It made him physically shiver, or maybe it was the breath hitting Draco's lips...
Wait... What?! Draco blushed darkly when he realized he actually bent over the body and was inches away from lip locking the unconscious Gryffindor.
His heart hit hard in his chest. This was not the time to manipulate! No matter how handsome he was, he needed help! This time, it was not the hero's turn. It's Draco's time. With a breath, he took out his wand—Why didn't he took it out before?! He'll never know—and spoke a soft spell. Soon, the uniform from head to toe was removed and placed neath on the side of the bed counter—where Draco noticed the case of multiple potions!
"Ah! Perfect!" Draco shouted happily before heading towards it and roamed through it. "Please, let there be something for him...!" He kept looking, but most of the potions he looked didn't help that much. Well, except for the dreamless potion one though. He soon sighed in defeat; there was nothing that could help him...
"Then again," he said. "I don't know what's wrong with him." He looked back at the Gryffindor, who was (thankfully) in his black boxer briefs. Draco had to hold back a moan at the sights. He went up to him and touched his forehead—getting an instant moan, suddenly. He pulled back his hand as if it was burned. He didn't expect that to happen.
'Did he moan in discomfort?' He thought to himself. He wasn't sure if that moan was out of... enjoyment? A blonde eyebrow was raised before he made an experiment. With a gentle, almost feather-like touch from the tip of his two fingers, he waited for an reaction.
A hum. And a soft smile. The blush on Draco's face was soft and sudden as the reaction.
He froze again when Harry started moving around, while having his face show discomfort again. Draco was lost at first. And then he saw his skin further, seeing that he was shivering. "It is a little cold in here, despite that fire still going on," he told himself before touching the Gryffindor's shoulder.
"Harry?" He got a soft groan as an answer. "I got you, Harry. Just come on..." He pulled his arm, but despite being knocked out the pulled boy was able to follow. Draco was surprise he got on his feet, but was still on the bed. Pulling both the blanket and sheet back, he led Harry towards the access. "There we go...," the blonde said, smiling at him. It wasn't long before Harry was resting under the sheets with no shivers while the back of his head and body was faced to Draco.
Draco chuckled. "I swear: he acts more like my tired son than my crush like this." The blonde watched him for a few more seconds before noticing that Harry was deeply asleep, and thankful was peaceful again. He smiled before looking at the tub. 'Might as well,' he thought before heading to the tub. Where surprisingly a large, folded white towel was laid on a corner. He was starting to like this room even more, making him less think of the fire...
Draco doesn't know what was up with the Gryffindor. Once in a while his face showed discomfort, but his temperature was normal, and his entire body looked physically fine to Draco. Harry was healthy as a horse, and yet a sudden thing like that out of no where... Draco never thought he would be in another position when he couldn't solved a problem. Especially when the problem was no other than his crush. Again.
The blonde Adonis relaxed under the peaceful and warm colorful water, buried underneath the large clouds of foam. His head was placed on the side edge, beside one of the taps, with his eyes closed and relaxation was on his face. He was more relaxed, thanks to the potion that completely got him helped up again. Along with the bubble bath soap with the scent of lavender and vanilla.
Okay, let's review shall we? We got a certain drop dead gorgeous Slytherin, who is a changed man after the Second Wizarding World, and a certain Golden Boy, who looked like he has dropped dead, but groans and show discomfort once in a while. The last time he heard Harry talk was to go to the Room of Requirement.
They were already here, and now Draco has no idea what to do now. With a sigh of annoyance, he sunk more with his nose and above still over the surface, but thanks to the foam it looked like he wasn't there. Just a fresh, scented bath for relaxation.
Draco looked so confused and worried as he thought about the Gryffindor. "What am I going to do?" He asked to himself. "I should have taken him to Madam Pomfrey, but nooo. Those big green eyes had to get me to change my mind!" He groaned softly, "Must he be so cute sometimes?" He soon took a breath, closed his eyes, and completely buried himself underwater.
The same time the blonde went underwater, the raven groaned softly once more before his eyelids fluttered, constantly blinking before blurry emerald eyes were staring at the maroon roof. "What?" He asked himself before slowly sitting up. His hand ran through his hair and then his face, "What happened? Where am I? Where's—"
Draco... Harry immediately blushed darkly as his memory replayed what happened in the locker room. He soon bundled himself up and covered his face. 'Oh man!' He thought loudly. 'What the hell happened to me back there?! I-I don't get it! I mean, sure. The guy was hot as f***, but what got into me? I never did that before. When did I ever get attached to someone next to me... And then faint? Not with Ginny, not with Cho, not even with Victor!' (It happened one time before letting go, as he wasn't his type.) "This is too weird. Wait, where was he?"
Despite his blurry vision, he could tell that he was in some sort of room. He just couldn't figure out what it was. At first, the roof of the bed seemed like the Gryffindor one, but after squinting and looking more closely at the matching blanket he was wrong. He bet he was in the Room of Requirement since the flickering sound and burning scent of fire caught his attention. Who puts fire in the bedroom other than Seamus?
"I gotta find my glasses," Harry said, getting off the bed and roamed around on the floor where he found the bundle of his clothes and went through it. With his back turned to the tub, he was unaware of the blonde—his back also facing the bed—got out from underwear and started scrubbing himself with the soap while the water started to magically remove the soap and bubbles, returning the Slytherin green water to appearance.
After a quick scrub over his body, Draco took another breath and went underneath again. The same time Harry turned around. "Where is it?" He said before letting his blurry eyes leaded the way. He passed by the fire and headed to the tub, which threw him off guard. "How did that get there?" He asked himself in confusion. The sweet scent was enough to make him clear that there was a tub and is filled.
The soft movement of moving water caught his ears, but not for long. "And then, find the blonde to apologize." He soon looked up and squinted his eyes to see that there was another bundle of clothes, making him quickly go to it. Unaware that it was Draco's uniform. "Ah hah!" He said, knowing a familiar bulge in one of the pockets. His glasses! "Bingo." He soon took them out and put them on. Only to take them off, use a clean piece of fabric from the uniform to clean his glasses, then placed it back on.
"Perfect." Harry turned his head—the same time time slowed down. The happiness turned to shock and surprise when the water interrupted by a sudden burst of explosion in the middle, and soon a pale muscular body rose from underneath with its head, flipping its hair back like in the Little Mermaid. Hands soon were raised to smooth it back while the green water trailed over the entire sexy body.
Harry started at the front of the blonde, who was unaware of the Gryffindor's appearance. He was... He was...
Hot damn! Was he fine! With the lighting above him, and the water glistening his skin, it already made Harry hard, but didn't noticed. He didn't even realize that he licked his lips. He didn't noticed that there was a predator look in his eyes. He didn't realize he was already back on his feet the moment the water burst. If he did, he didn't care. There was only one thing on his mind...
Draco felt like something was near, and once he put his head down... His face was a flabbergasted tomato. "P-POTTER!" He shouted, going back to his past habit as he immediately sat down in the water, it covering everything below his neck. "W-when did you get here?! How long were awake?! H-how long w-were you there?!" He was freaking out as his crush saw him naked. From head to—Draco didn't want to finish that sentence. He hoped he didn't see it...
He did. Half of it. Damn water for being a bit too high.
Draco wished he could die. He even thought back at the fire, and wished Harry didn't save him at the time. That way, he can be fine from this major embarrassment. His crush, the man he fell for since first year, saw him naked! How could he not seen this coming?! He'll never live it down! Sure, Harry wasn't as stubborn and cruel, but still...! Wait... What's with that face expression?
His eyes were darker than the Slytherin color, his pink lips were slightly moisten and was a evilish smirk, Draco could see him heavily breathing as his muscular chest rose and deflated, and... Draco blushed more than looked back up to his face, wishing he didn't though. Better than looking down there again. He looked like a predator; a lion ready to attack his prey...
Draco felt less embarrassed and more vulnerable under his stare, as well a little uncomfortable. He jumped a little when the Gryffindor walked forward with a sexy step, went on his knees and soon bent over. He was on his hands and knees before one hand reached over to the blonde and grasped his chin.
Draco was pulled over by him. When did he get that strong?! Their faces were inches apart, and Draco had a better sighting on his eyes. Not only were they predator-like, but lust lingered along with... Was that love? He wasn't so sure. All that he was sure was when the predator moved his head to be near Draco's left ear below his damp hair and whispered..., "Mine." A sharp shudder came from there to the tip of his toes. His voice... So dominant, and sexy... His touch... So gentle but held firmly... What is up with Harry...?
He should be concerned. He should be freaked out. He should be asking the Gryffindor what was wrong. What's happening with him? Why is he looking like he wanted the blonde? He should be asking that... But can't. Why? Because of Harry.
Harry. Harry with his scent being inhaled with his nose. His hair near his forehead, being all soft and fluffy. His arms around his shoulders, holding him close as if he didn't want to let Draco go. His tongue... That pink, wet organ with its tip tracing the inside of his ear, and soon his strong pearly whites were nibbling on the lobe.
Draco blushed and whimpered a bit at the action. He was getting turned on, even though he was trying to calm himself down. He shouldn't be letting Harry manipulate him. He was not his toy. He was not his play thing! He was not—
Harry's tongue started trailing down towards his neck, and made it to where the neck and shoulder was in the back. With a gentle kiss, and a large but short lick, he soon started nibbling on it.
He was not trying his best on not being turned on...
"Wait," he said softly but Harry kept going. "Harry, s-stop," the blonde stuttered, while trying to push him off. The Gryffindor, however, had a strong grip on him and nibbled the spot further, making Draco more weak in the knees. "HARRY, STOP IT!" With as much forced strength Draco was able to let out, he was able to push Harry down, while giving himself a little push until he was in the middle of the water. With his hand over the spot, where it was slightly pink, he glared at the man on his butt with a bright blush in the middle of his face.
He looked flabbergasted by the sudden action. "Baby, why did you do that?" Draco blushed more at the nickname. "Why?! Because you're acting crazy, Harry! T-T-This isn't like you!" Harry soon smiled at him before crawling up to the edge. "I was just trying to make you feel special."
"I don't need to be THAT special!" Draco said, now getting uncomfortable with his glaze but still kept his glare.
"Relax yourself, love. You'll get marks," Harry said in a soft voice when he noticed the wrinkles on his face.
"Don't care," Draco snapped before heading up to the entrance. He grabbed the towel and immediately shielded his lower self, mostly his butt, from the Gryffindor before wrapping it around his waist. The water soon started to drain itself.
"Potter," He said, pointing his index finger at him, the glare slightly dimmed. "What is wrong with you?"
"What do you mean?" Draco's breathing stopped for a second when Harry got up, revealing his sexy self once again. With the tan muscular body, and the fact he was in his boxer briefs still (he's going to pretend he didn't see Harry Jr.'s need to get out), he went blank before shaking it off and looked at him.
"Harry, you passed out in the locker room, you told me to take you here despite that you were barely conscious, you were groaning and showing discomfort, and all of a sudden you're awake—healthy as a horse!—and you start manipulating me?!" He soon paused and looked at him in shock. "Are you... Messing with me? A-are you... doing some dare or something? Is that it? You can't get over the past, can't you?"
Harry was silent, but soon widen his eyes when he heard the blonde Adonis' voice cracked. No, no this was not suppose to happened. Harry immediately went up to him, his hands out to comfort him. "No, no it's not like that." Draco, however, pushed his hands away and covered his mouth as he looked away, making Harry's heart break.
The Gryffindor was slowly reverting back to his old self, but his eyes stayed the same; filled with love and compassion. "Draco," he said, placing a hand on his wet shoulder. A wince was made and broke Harry's heart further. He didn't pull back though, and Draco did nothing to push him away again. "Draco..., I'm sorry." He moved a little closer to see a reaction. Nothing.
"Draco, I'm sorry that I scared you. I'm sorry that I lost control. It's just that... When you came out of the water..., everything went blank. All I thought of was just you and only you." He took a quick glance at the small mark on his neck, and blushed softly. Though the guilt was growing more within. "I am over the war, and I'm over you being the bad guy. You and your family. I mean, I couldn't help myself."
A force got into his mind, and the next thing he knew was pulling the blonde straight into his arms, their chests pressed together. Draco blushed brightly at the action. "Seriously, Harry?" He said, annoyance in his voice. "Draco." The tone of voice made the blonde's heart race in surprise. He immediately was quiet. "You're beautiful. You're talented. You're handsome. You're defensive for what you love. You're brave. You're determine. You're you."
Draco felt a few fingers under his chin before his head was tilted up. A few inches apart, but Draco can see the love and truth in his eyes. It made him breathless, even more when Harry spoke to him. "Your eyes are as sweet as a silver pearl, hair that can blind a man more than the sun, skin that made me want to taste so bad—I'm sorry about that too—muscles that make me know you can handle yourself even more, lips... Those lips."
Harry's thumb traced over the lower one. "So pink..., so sweet looking... I want to kiss you so badly." Draco was starting to believe him; he was pretty sure it was Harry's heart that was pounding as fast as a horse in a race. "I didn't mean to scare you, Draco... I just want you so badly. I... I've fell in love with you"
Draco gasped softly at the confession. He... Loves Draco? Truly? With love, not just lust for his body like the other idiots he dated?! Harry smiled softly at the shocked expression and put a hand into the blonde hair. He smiled more, "Smooth... Just what I thought. You look more handsome without the gel since third year."
Draco, still in his thoughts, let Harry touch his hair. His eyes started to close at the smooth feeling of his hand. It was comforting... It was warm... It was... Harry... Draco opened his eyes again, straight his eyes to look for any more emotion. There was: love. Happiness. Truth mostly. Respect. Determination. Fear (rejection, Draco bet). Hope...
Draco soon placed a hand over his cheek, feeling a small jerk from the Gryffindor as his eyes widen. The blonde saw more hope and fear in his eyes. He stayed silent like a statue, the tension grew around him. Draco watched as fear and sadness were starting to kick in Harry's eyes as Draco did nothing. He felt the arms around his torso pulling back slowly... They stopped. Time stopped. Everything stopped. The only thing that was left working... Was a quick motion of the Slytherin Adonis, fully kissing the Gryffindor Golden Boy...