A/N Sorry about the slightly slower update. Thanks to reviewers:
Miyanon: Tehe, yeah, I make him cute because I love him like that. Ahhh… My sweet lil boy… Ahem…
LunaParvulus: Lol! Why are you tutting at Draco taking Harry's shirt off?! I would!
StarDreamer1269: Aww I'm glad it cheered you up. I've had horrible days, so I tend to come home and write. Fanfiction ALWAYS makes things better hehe!
Tarshill: Hmm… Thanks for your review, and I'm really glad that you think my fic is different from others and stuff… But, erm… I think in this chapter, I may have contradicted everything you said. I'm sorry. I hope you still like it!
SlashFan69: Wow! Well I can read French, but not that well at all haha! I probably would have understood the word 'Harry'. lol! I'm glad you're still liking my story, you'll like this chapter too.
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Dress up romance xx: Ah, I read your review before I started to write this chapter and thought about putting Draco's POV in but I forgot. I apologise! When writing I tend to stick to my plan lol! Anyways… Yeah, I hate Harry/Ginny too, which is funny because I used to hate slash in general and I wrote H/G fics. I think that's quite funny.
DanuMarie: Eek!! Was this update quick enough to earn me a brownie? Was it… WAS IT?! I hope so lol!! I'm sorry the last chapter was short, this one is slightly longer. It probably looks about the same length but I assure you it has more words in it.
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So Right
Harry woke up with a start, rubbing his neck. He had seen the same image of Draco in his dream again, but this time, something scared him and made him jump awake. It took him a few seconds to realise where he was, since it was still almost pitch black in the room. He soon remembered, however, that he was at Draco's house, evidently having fallen asleep on the sofa. His neck hurt from the awkward angle that he had been sleeping, but other than that, he felt fine; his hand being much better now.
He had no idea what time it was, but seeing that the room was still so dark, he decided it was probably best to go back to sleep. So he stretched widely and turned over on the sofa, but then almost completely fell off it when he was jumped out of his skin.
"Harry," He heard a voice that sounded loud in the silence of the room, but it was probably very quiet.
"Draco?" Harry croaked.
"Did I wake you?" Draco asked. Harry looked around the room for a sign of movement, but couldn't see any.
"No… I don't think so…" Harry replied.
"I just came to check on you, and then you jolted and took a sharp breath in," Draco said, his voice seemingly full of concern.
"Oh, I was just dreaming," Harry said, sitting up a little, "I woke myself up I think."
"It's probably the potion I gave you," Draco said, and suddenly Harry felt a weight on the sofa by his feet. "Side effects, you know…"
Harry nodded in the darkness, and then remembered. Memories came flooding back to him of just before he had fallen to sleep that evening. The potion had made him say things to Draco, things that he had never got the courage to say before. And as Harry sat remembering these things, he was shocked to also remember that Draco had not thrown him out of the house, nor shouted at him. He had, instead, laid Harry down, put a blanket over him and ran his hand through Harry's hair…
Harry shuddered ever so slightly and smiled at the thought of Draco touching him willingly…
"Harry?" Draco said suddenly after minutes of silence. "Are you feeling any better now?"
"Yes, thanks… I'm fine…" Harry muttered.
"Good…" Draco said slowly. "I'll just go then…" Harry felt the weight lift from the other end of the sofa. "You should get some more sleep, it is half past two in the morning."
As he heard Draco's moving footsteps over to the door, however, Harry knew he had to say something, otherwise when they woke up in the morning, everything would be even more awkward.
"Why are you awake?" He asked quickly.
"Pardon?" Draco asked, his voice sounding much further away now.
"Why are you awake at two thirty in the morning?" Harry repeated.
Harry smiled when Draco did not answer immediately. "I, erm… Couldn't sleep…"
"Really?" Harry asked sarcastically.
Draco paused again and then said quickly, "I was worried about you. I wasn't sleeping well because I was worried about you."
Harry smiled again and said, "I'm sorry about earlier. But everything that I said was completely true; it wasn't just the potion talking."
"Harry…" Draco said warningly, but Harry ignored him as he stood up and walked silently over to the door, where he could just about make out Draco's messed blonde hair.
"Don't 'Harry' me," He whispered, and Draco gasped at how close Harry's voice now was. "I get enough of that at home. I'm old enough now to know what I want."
"But you can't tell what other people want, Potter," Draco said, imitating an angry voice, but failing.
"Don't call me Potter!" Harry shouted suddenly, "Don't you dare do that! You can't scare me with that anymore, anyway. It's not about names anymore…"
"Stop it, Harry," Draco snapped, "I'm going to bed."
"Shall I come with you?" Harry said softly. Draco stopped dead in his tracks, the living room door halfway open.
"What?" He said surprisingly slowly.
Harry took a deep breath and began to talk, knowing that now he had Draco's full attention. "Draco, I'm not going to play games, I want to know the truth. But I know you want me just as much as I want you. Why else would you have taken me in when everyone else hated me? Why else have you given up the rest of your social life to help me? And why else," He finished, walking up to where he thought Draco was, and placing his hand on Draco's to take it off the door handle, "Why else, would you shudder whenever I come near you?"
Harry was so close by now that he could feel Draco's hot breath on his neck.
He then heard Draco swallow heavily, and was surprised when he evidently found it difficult to say, "You talk some rubbish, Potter…"
Harry smirked. "But its rubbish that you know is true."
"I'm not gay…" Draco said quietly.
"No, of course not," Harry said sarcastically, "You just want to kiss me right now because I've put a spell on you, isn't that right?"
He heard Draco laugh, "Always the joker… Why would you think I want to kiss you?"
"Because you know how much I want to kiss you…" Harry replied, almost silently.
And then, without moving his head an inch, his lips were touching Draco's.
Harry's eyes closed immediately, and he shuddered as Draco's arms wrapped around his back. He did the same, and was shocked to find that Draco's top half was naked, and all he could feel was Draco's soft skin beneath his hands.
Quickly, Draco's soft lips moved quickly and his mouth opened, teasing Harry's tongue into it. This was unlike the time with Ginny, it was quite the opposite. Harry felt completely at ease, it felt right. He never wanted it to end. Draco's tongue continued to explore his mouth, touching lightly against Harry's own. It was soft and leisurely – their tongues together in the heat of the moment. Harry soon found himself suppressing a moan as the beautiful sensation went straight to his cock.
The kissing slowed, and Harry felt Draco's mouth move into a smile as Harry made a small whimper and finally Draco moved away.
Harry swallowed as Draco held his hand.
"Harry, I… this is…" Draco stuttered, but Harry thought he knew what he was going to say.
"It's new to me too," He whispered.
Draco paused and then said, "I'm going to bed now… I'll see you later…"
Harry watched in utter confusion as the living room door opened and he saw a blonde head walk out of it. When it closed, he realised that he was standing stupidly with his eyes wide and his mouth open, gawping like a fish. Why had Draco just left? Did he want Harry to follow him? Or had Harry got everything completely wrong, and Draco didn't want him at all?
Harry had no idea what to do. He went and sat back on the sofa, pondering for a few more minutes. Even if Draco had wanted Harry to follow him, it was probably too late now. He just didn't understand. They had just shared a kiss that made Harry want to rip all of Draco's clothes off, and Draco had left.
Sighing angrily, Harry laid back down, pulled his top off and covered himself again with the same, sweet-smelling sheet that Draco had given him. It was only then that he realised it smelled of Draco, and only than that he realised he knew Draco had a smell.
Slowly, with images of a bare-chested Draco in his mind, Harry fell back to sleep. He had no idea what would happen in the morning, but was sure something interesting would.
Harry's eyes opened reluctantly in the living room several hours later. Bright light was now shining through the open curtains, right onto the face of Draco, who sat opposite Harry.
"Morning," Draco said slightly stiffly as Harry stood up and reached for his glasses.
As he put them on, he caught Draco looking at him, but nowhere near his face. Harry hid his smirk as he remembered he had taken his t-shirt off in the middle of the night, as did nothing to hide his skin. Draco, however, was now fully clothed, wearing a travelling cloak.
"I'm going to work," Draco said at Harry's enquiring look.
"What?" Harry said bluntly.
"Work," Draco replied, standing up, "I'm a Healer, remember?"
"Yes, I know…" Harry stood up too, "But don't you think we should talk."
Draco stopped walking and tilted his head back a bit, not looking at him. "Yes," He said, "But only to say this. I don't think you should tell your 'friends' what happened last night."
Harry paused. So he was right not to have followed Draco up the stairs. "What?" He asked flatly.
Suddenly, Draco span round to face him and shouted, "You're engaged, Harry! As much as you dislike it; you're engaged!"
"Marriages can be called off, you told me that yesterday!" Harry shouted back, equally as angry all of a sudden.
"I didn't mean it like that and you know I didn't!" Draco snapped.
"No, I know that you're scared!" Harry shot back. "You're scared that you like me – scared that you want me so badly that you're pushing me away!"
"Shut up, Harry!"
"Then what was that kiss last night?" Harry fumed, "Why were you smiling at the fact that my hormones were going mad?"
Draco stared at him stonily for a second, but then his face broke into an uncontrollable smile and he let out a slight laugh.
Harry smiled too, "See?" He said softly, walking up to Draco, "Why are you denying it? You should face up to it soon, or you'll drive yourself insane. With want…" He added cheekily on the end, grinning.
Draco smirked and Harry shivered as he felt Draco's eyes running down his front. "Want for what?" Draco asked, bringing his eyes back up to meet Harry's.
Harry felt himself going red but ignored it – it was slightly more daunting in the daylight.
He shrugged, "Want for anything," He answered silkily.
Draco's tongue flicked out of his mouth to lick his lips quickly. If Harry didn't know better, he'd say he was teasing him.
"I have to go to work now," Draco whispered, his hands snaking around Harry's torso slowly, pushing lightly on his skin.
"I don't think you have to go anywhere," Harry whispered back, blowing hot breath on Draco's ear.
Draco merely breathed out heavily and slowly, and there was silence for a few minutes while Harry slipped his hands beneath Draco's cloak to let it slip off, and then gently he undid the buttons on Draco's shirt, pushing it off his shoulders afterwards.
Draco looked at him then and smirked, "This is so wrong," He said, while shaking his head slowly.
Harry smirked back, "But that's what makes it so right."
Their lips touched again, but this time, it was all different. Things happened so fast. Draco's mouth opened quicker than before and he pushed harder against Harry, making Harry just want to equal the force. He felt the bottom of Draco's body move away, but his hands grabbed Harry's arms and pulled him away too. Harry understood quickly, and started to walk. He opened his eyes for a second and pushed Draco against a wall. The blonde backed his head to it, and Harry kissed and sucked on the pale flesh that was bearing. Draco moaned in pleasure and Harry felt another throb in his cock. When Harry pulled away from the neck he saw that he had left a mark, and he smirked as Draco clashed their mouths together again, moving away from the wall and taking Harry with him.
Harry heard Draco kick off his shoes as they entered the hall. He almost laughed at himself afterwards when he had the sudden thought of 'how would they get up the stairs?' But before he knew it they were standing on the landing, leaning against the banister that stopped them from falling, and Draco was undoing the belt on Harry's trousers, followed by the button and the zip…
His legs felt free as his jeans were removed, and so were Draco's. They were carelessly discarded on the landing as Draco dragged Harry off somewhere he had never been before. But he then found himself in a room with a large four-poster bed that was draped with emerald curtains. And then the two stood there for a moment in the middle of the room, just kissing and trying to reach every part of each others bodies to feel.
Before, if Harry had thought about this moment, he was sure he would have been overcome with a feeling of not knowing what to do, but now he did, and he didn't even think about it.
Suddenly, he broke the passionate kiss between them both and pushed Draco against one of the pillars of the bed, pulling both of their boxers down afterwards. Draco's back was to him, but Harry could hear him breathing heavily already. He took that as a good sign as he pressed his body against Draco's and slid a finger into him gently. Draco gasped loudly, and Harry waited for him to calm down a little before he pulled it almost all the way out and then pushed it back in again. He added another finger, and another as Draco's breathing grew ever quicker. And then, the blonde suddenly jolted and made a stranger noise than all the rest, so Harry removed his hand and almost instantly pushed his hard cock in afterwards.
Both of them called out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, and Harry almost had to steady himself before starting to move slowly backwards and forwards.
Soon, Draco's arm moved down, but Harry pushed it out of the way and grabbed his equally as hard member with his hand and started to move it in time with his own thrusts, causing Draco to groan even more – if that were possible.
Harry noticed that Draco's skin was becoming ever shinier with sweat, and realised that his probably was too. He felt his hair sticking to his face, and saw Draco's sticking to his arm where his forehead leant against it. It was the most beautiful thing that Harry had ever seen, and unlike many things recently, he never wanted to forget that sight.
Suddenly, without Harry even noticing, Draco came and cried out loudly; and then Harry felt something completely new in his own tight length: it pulsed and a sensation Harry had never felt shot electrifyingly through his entire body, and both he and Draco called out and went slightly rigid for a moment, before Harry pulled himself away, Draco turned and took his hand and they collapsed on the bed together.
They both lay there for minutes on end, completely naked, with nothing covering them, working hard to slow their breathing down. Harry's heart felt like it was going faster than ever before, and suddenly, through the silence, and thought struck him. He was a twenty year old man.
His eyes were closed as a weak smile appeared on his face and he felt a movement beside him. He opened them and looked up quickly to see Draco scrambling to get under a thin sheet that was on top of the duvet. Harry rolled over and got underneath it too, feeling peculiarly cold.
They laid in silence for a few more minutes. Harry, for one, didn't want to say anything – he was too afraid of what had just happened would have actually meant to Draco. Every now and then, he would open his eyes to check that Draco was actually still next to him, seeing as though he was so reluctant for this to happen anyway.
Another fifteen minutes later, and still neither of them had said anything. Harry was about to ask a question when he felt two soft lips touching his shoulder. He couldn't help but smile stupidly.
"Shouldn't you be going to work?" Harry asked quietly.
Draco giggle softly, keeping his eyes closed, "I'm too late for that now."
Harry didn't reply but just looked at him. His blonde Healer who had become his friend, his friend who had now become… What was this called?
Whatever it was, he didn't care. As he had said before, names didn't matter. All he cared about was the gorgeous man who laid next to him with his hair messed up and his eyes closed, in a peaceful dream – so it seemed.
"No one's ever treated me like that before," Draco said dreamily.
"Like what?" Harry asked.
"Like… Well… The…" Draco stuttered, "You're more…"
Harry knew where he was going with it, but he didn't mind. "You mean when you've had sex with girls?"
Draco opened his eyes as if worried and looked at him.
"It's ok," Harry said honestly, "I'm sure I've done it with… well… you get me."
Draco laughed and leaned in to kiss him. The mere feel of Draco's lips on his again made Harry's heart thump that little bit faster.
Soon, Harry fell asleep once again, having used most of his energy already. And this time, when he fell asleep, it was not images of a naked Draco that he saw in his mind, in fact, he did not see anything; he was quite content with the steady thumping of Draco's heartbeat on his side.
A/N And that, people, is why this fic is rated 'M'. I know it was a long time coming, so I hope I've done it justice. Sorry for the spelling errors/grammatical errors, etc… Because I KNOW there will be some, but I had to update… It's been ages!