Draco smiled in the darkness when he heard his door creak open. He realized it was probably dark enough that Harry wouldn't be able to see anything for a few moments, but his own eyes had no trouble seeing across the lightless room. Harry looked as though he'd just woken up—which, Draco realized, he probably had. His hair was messier than usual and he was still in his pajamas—a baggy t-shirt and sweats.
"Draco?" he called, sounding rather unsure of himself. Draco stood silently and moved to Harry's side in a flash, closing the door with a snap and pinning the brunette against the wood all within a second. Harry gasped.
"Did I scare you?" Harry shook his head. Draco smirked. "Good." He pressed his lips to Harry's throat, felt him shudder. Hands gripped Draco's shoulders as Harry held himself up. "I've missed you," Draco whispered in between kisses.
"Missed you, too," Harry gasped, lifting his chin to give the blonde better access to his throat.
"Does this make you nervous, having a vampire so close to your throat?" Harry shook his head again.
"I trust you."
"Good." Draco pressed his lips hard over Harry's, gripping the brunette's arse and lifting him up. Harry moaned, wrapping his legs around Draco's waste. Draco turned and tossed Harry down on the bed, crawling on top of him. "You're so beautiful."
Harry grinned goofily up at him. He wrapped his arms around Draco's neck and pulled him down to capture his lips again. He rolled his hips up, groaning at the incredible friction. Draco pressed down against him, grinding their erections together. Harry's breathing hitched, his pulse quickening. He dug his fingers into Draco's hair. The blonde nipped at his neck.
"Fuck, Draco," he hissed. Draco pulled back and smirked at him. Harry gripped the blonde's shirt, pulling it up over his head and letting it fall to the floor. He ran his hands over pale skin, traces toned muscles and pinching a nipple. Draco growled deep in his throat and slipped his hand down the front of Harry's sweats. The brunette gasped, thrusting his hips up into the strong hand and clawing at Draco's back. "Fuck! Fuck!"
"Feel good?"
"Ungh…. Fuck, yes!"
Draco chuckled and pulled his hand back. Harry nearly screamed in frustration. Draco gripped the front of his shirt, ripping it from collar to hem. He tossed the shreds to the floor, trailing kisses down the Quidditch toned chest. He took a nipple into his mouth, grinning as Harry arched into him, digging his fingers deeper into his hair.
"Gods, Draco, fuck…f-yes…." Draco gripped the band of Harry's sweats, pulling them down and letting them join their shirts. He looked over Harry's body, memorizing the sight before him. He pressed a kiss to Harry's hip.
"You're beautiful," he whispered. The kisses trailed up to his throat. "Beautiful." Draco captured his lips. "So beautiful."
"Draco…." Draco gripped Harry's cock, thrusting his own painfully hard prick against the brunette's hip. "Draco…" Harry was so warm, so soft, so perfect. "Draco!"
Draco opened his eyes. Harry was sitting in the chair beside his bed, looking rather worried.
"Are you alright?" he asked. Draco sat up, looking around. He hadn't been asleep, so what had that all been? A day dream? He supposed that fit.
"Fine," he replied. "Sorry, just zoned out a bit. How'd you sleep?"
"Fine, thanks. Listen…about earlier…" Draco's heart sank. "I'm sorry if it was awkward. I just…. Lately there's been…. I've just felt so…. And you…." Draco pressed a finger to Harry's lips.
"It's alright. I think I know what you mean. I've been feeling the same way—like there's something drawing me to you." Harry nodded.
"That's exactly what it feels like, oddly enough." Their eyes met and they sat in silence for a few moments. "So…what does this mean…and…where does it leave us?" Draco shook his head.
"I don't know. Where do you want us to be?" Harry dropped his eyes to the floor for a moment before standing and moving to the edge of the bed, sitting down and leaning back into Draco's arms, wrapping his arm around the blonde's waist.
"I want to be with you, I think."
"Good. That's what I want, too. I think." They both smiled, and Harry snuggled in closer to Draco's chest. Draco kissed the top of his head and settled back against the headboard. He could grow rather used to this.
Author Note
Sorry this one is so short, but that seemed to fit a place to end for now. Two chapters in one day! I'm on a roll. Maybe I should take a vacation from work every week. : )