Shock and disbelief flared as Draco looked at Harry's face that turned from anxiety to anger. Draco felt, rather than knew, that Harry thought he'd been tricked. lt wasn't entirely clear to him why this bothered him as much as it did. lt was as though the last few minutes, the kiss and the revelation, had somehow altered Draco's perception of the reality around him. Well he had news for Harry, he wasn't prepared for this to happen either. Part of him had a snide remark ready, part of him just wanted to snog the lights out of Harry if only to stop him from looking like he'd been booby trapped.
But neither option seemed the right one, so Draco chose the third, and admittedly least interesting course of action. He turned and walked out of the crowded place, leaving everyone looking rather stunned as the blonde pushed others out of his way in a very Malfoy-ish manner. He just wanted to get out of the place, the last thing he needed was more confusion.
As the night air refreshed his pink face, Draco felt able to breathe again. He steered towards his house but changed his mind after only walking a few paces. He didn't feel remotely like going home yet. Since going back into the club wasn't a possibility either, he just slumped down in the grass covered wayside and stretched out, feeling the soft grass tickle his exposed underarms. There was a slight sprinkle of dew already, moistening his shirt slightly. He didn't really care, or rather, Draco didn't really notice. Lost in thought he didn't notice the footfalls behind him either, and he only woke up when someone sat down right beside him in the grass.
He had to look up to see who was sitting beside him, but he knew halfway up that Harry had chosen to follow him. He quickly raised himself from the ground, so that they were now level with eachother. Green eyes locked with his, and desire took over as Harry leant forwards to kiss him.
The questions remained unsaid, the only thing remaining for both of them was to quench their hunger for eachother and softly, Draco led Harry to a secluded spot where he knew they would be unseen, soft lips exploring a bare neck, warm hands moving up underneath a shirt. On the horizon, a sliver of light announced the birth of the new day, merging dark and light in a perfect copy of the young couple that was hidden in Draco's hideout, arms around eachother, the jet black hair resting on Draco's pale chest, arms wrapped tightly around eachother. Harry was fast asleep but Draco remained awake. He knew somewhere out there, Lord Voldemort was planning the destruction of the young man that was now sleeping innocently in Draco's arms. He was supposed to play his part, but after what had just happened, he wondered if he could...