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Laying Draco on the infirmary bed, Harry bent over and stroked his cheek. "Shh," he soothed. "Madam Pomfrey is coming to look at you okay?"
Draco inched forward and buried his face into Harry's shoulder. "It's alright Draco…" He wondered why he cared so much.
"I don't want Madam Pomfrey. " Draco sobbed, wrapping his arms around Harry's neck tightly. Harry felt confused. "What do you want?"
Harry whispered into his ear.
"I want you." Draco cried out softly, looking strangely fragile. "Don't leave me. Please." Harry stroked back Draco's hair then glanced down at the boy. "I'm not leaving you. Not now that I know how much you need me."
"Harry…" Draco began saying, but Harry couldn't stand to see the look on his face.
Wiping away his tears, he kissed Draco's nose, then cheeks and finally trailed to his soft lips, which were slightly parted in anticipation. Draco latched desperately unto Harry's bottom lip as they kissed and sucked. He seemed especially fond of it. Harry could taste the want. Why did Draco want him so much?
He kissed him, more slowly now, exploring the crevices of Draco's lovely mouth, who's head was moving up and down as Harry's tongue darted in and out. He was crying as he kissed Harry, yet again and it puzzled Harry.
He pulled away. "Draco, don't cry." He begged in dismay. There was something in Draco's eyes that he couldn't quite put a finger on. Sadness? Well, that too. But it was the obvious need of comfort. And something else. 'Love.' It dawned on Harry. Draco needed love. It kind of came as a shock. Draco had always seemed so strong. But now this look was in his eyes, the same look Harry had once had. Didn't he have parents who loved him? Friends? Why was it in his eyes so strongly?
Draco pressed his face to Harry's neck, almost hiding it. Harry gave up on thinking, and simply hugged the slender boy to his chest, rocking him, while Draco's body shuddered. He wished he hadn't put Draco s shirt back on. It would have been… interesting, to see how his naked upper body felt against Harry's.
"Sorry I took so long." Madam Pomfrey said as she entered the room. Draco immediately stopped crying and pulled abruptly from Harry. "Actually, I'm feeling much better." He said in that lofty voice Harry was so used to hearing. Harry looked at him quizzically. Hadn't Draco just been bawling onto his shoulder?
Draco was afraid that the nurse might be able to see the places Snape had touched him, or worse, places where his father had hit him.
"Are you sure?"
Draco took a shaky breath, chancing a look at Harry who seemed relieved to see his sudden recovery. Harry squeezed his hand sweetly. "Yeah, I'm sure."
Harry sat in the common room, curled up in a ball. The day was long over and everyone had gone to bed. He'd left Draco at the door of his dormitory in a fairly good mood, after one of the most, no the most, incredible kissing sessions he'd ever been in. no matter how steamy they got though, Draco hadn't let him touch him below the waist. He'd stiffen up and take forever to get warm towards Harry again. Was he a normal teenage boy with raging hormones or not? Weird.
"Hey Harry." Ron smiled, walking in. "Ron." Harry said excitedly, sitting bolt upwards. And it wasn't just seeing his best friend that got him excited. Ron looked adorable in a vulnerable cotton white tee and black boxers. His body (as usual) was toned and tanned, lean in the right places.
He pouted, making the lush hair on his head fall into his shocking blue eyes and the sprinkle of freckles across his nose to look even cuter than usual. "Aren't you going to invite me in?" he said cutely, gesturing to Harry's lap.
Harry blushed and patted his lap, spreading his legs. "I've missed you man." He sighed, holding out his arms. Ron sat in Harry's lap, facing him. "Me too." He admitted.
Harry grinned. "You feel nice." He whispered into Ron's ear. "How come we've never done this before?"
Ron blushed and they fell into a comfortable silence. "About what happened, you know yesterday morning?" Harry said cautiously. "I'm so sorry if I was the one to make you cry Ron. So, so sorry."
Ron gazed at him, and then shrugged. "Yesterday, I don't even know what came over me Harry. Just forget it. I meant what I said. I love you and I care about you. I guess thinking about you getting hurt just got me teary."
"Well you scared me." Harry chided, bending forward and pressing a chastise kiss on Ron's cheek, who blushed furiously. ' I'm sorry Ron, if only I were gay…'
' If you're not gay then why do you keep messing around with Draco.'
That's different!
Harry blushed when he realized that he'd said that out loud. "What?" Ron grinned, obviously still happy about the kiss Harry had given him. "Nothing." Harry mumbled.
An owl suddenly swooped through the window and landed delicately at Harry's feet. Harry stared at it a while, then stood. "Hey!" Ron called out. "Sorry." Harry blushed. He'd forgotten Ron had been in his lap.
With trembling fingers, he reached down and untied the owl's leg, pulling the parchment open.
'Harry…' the words were barely legitimate, untidy and scrawled, unlike Draco's usual handwriting, though he could still tell it was his.
'Harry, please come, I'm so scared, please come quick,
Draco
Harry clutched the parchment to his chest. "I've got to go." He whispered in panic, before rushing out of the room. Tears had been splattered all over the letter. He had to get to Draco. Draco needed him, and he wanted Draco.
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