Draco shyly offered his hand to Harry, and together, they stepped into the cold of Hogsmeade. There was butterflies in his stomach, and he severely regretted asking Harry out, because even if he did say yes, what in the world was he thinking? They couldn't even start a decent conversation. He finally realized the difference between the awkward and the uncomfortable silence that was always apparent between them
They had decided to go to Honey Dukes and bought each other sweets, and when they stepped back out into the snow, Harry giggled and wrapped his lips around a lollipop. The pink tinged sweet matched their cheeks, and they trudged through the courtyard towards Madam Malkins, which was always comfortably warm and cozy. They had a small conversation about Quidditch and the latest Transfiguration homework, and Draco could almost hit himself at how un-datelike this date had turned out to be. As they walked back towards the castle, Draco was thinking about how to make an excuse for how terrible the night was, and Harry was talking to himself about an array of things. They finally came to stand outside the giant double doors that lead into the dimly light Hogwarts.
"Look, Harry, I'm sorry, this did not go how I expected, if you want to forget-"
Harry had pressed a finger to his lips, and Draco furrowed his brows. Harry stepped closer to him and gave Draco the sweetest, simplest, most brilliant kiss he'd ever experienced. Harry was warm, and he could feel green eyes on him, and he tasted like tea and strawberry lollipops.
"Let's go out next weekend. I'll take you to the Hogs Head and buy you a drink. I had a great time…Draco."
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Why were they doing this? They didn't even like each other. They hated each other, loathed each other, worked to make t6he other look like shit every day. And yet, here there were, sneaking around in the Room of Requirement like they did every day of the week, snogging on a conjured bed. Harry was stretched out on it, a arm above his head, and Draco lied on top of him, his arm stretched up as well, and their hands were connected.
I want both of us naked.
And so they were, and Harry was moving his other hand down Draco's body, grabbing at his arse and tracing the smooth dip between his arse and his thigh. Draco's lips moved away from his and went down his throat, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses down his neck and chest, and oh, Merlin, those sinful lips were wrapping around his cock and if he looked down he would see the top of a blonde head bobbing between his thighs.
I want Draco stretched and lubed.
Harry saw his back arch at the uncomfortable sensation as the magic surrounding them complied and Draco felt like three fingers had just stretched him gently and suddenly. He crawled up Harry's body, oh God, and his pale hands splayed over Harry's chest as he lowered himself down on the cock that was pressing against his ass. The raven haired teen moaned, and the other let out something akin to a whimper as Harry gave small bucks up into him. Large, rough hands fell onto his hips and he was being lowered and raised, and if he leaned back just a little so that the angle was different, it felt so good and he was groaning obscenely. Harry let out a sound of his own as Draco began fucking himself and their hands both wrapped around his cock, pumping in time with each bounce.
And Draco looked so beautiful, hair falling in his face messily, chest rising and falling as he was panting rapidly and his eyes squinted together as he was pleasured more and more. Harry told him that, after he flipped him over and was thrusting him into the mattress, he whispered, "You are so beautiful," like he did every day, and their lips connected and Draco gasped out a "Love you, love this, Harry!" as he came, and the look on his face was enough to bring Harry to a peak as well. He collapsed next to Draco, the pair of them breathing heavily and Harry glanced at Draco and thought he was still beautiful, even as his cock was softening and the scent of sex was cooling in the air, and Draco couldn't have really just said that he loved him, could he? His green eyes fell on Draco's lips as the blonde murmured,
"Nothing can be accounted for during sex, right?"