Oh holy mother of Merlin! What was he doing here? He shouldn't..! "Hey Potter!" Oh shit. "Yes.. What do you want?" Harry responded, trying to sound annoyed. He turned around and locked his eyes with Draco. "Oh, nothing. Just bothering you." The smirk on his face told Harry everything. He wanted to get out of here. Now. He needed to. The boy across the hallway was staring at him too intensely. It was unbearable. And then there was this whole fact that Hermione and Ron were at his side, forcing him to act as if he hated Draco, when he actually wanted to.. Get that thought out of your head, Potter! He didn't hate him, but they didn't know, or needed to know, that. "Okay, next time if you 'just' come to bother me, make sure you-" He didn't get to say anything else. Draco already turned the corner with a far too adorable smile. It was confusing.
"Oookay.. What the hell was that about?" Ron broke the silence. Harry shook his head a little before turning to Ron. "Uhm.. I seriously have no idea.." He lied. Of course he knew what it was about. It was about last week, when Draco had run into Harry in the changing rooms on the Quidditch pitch. Harry tried to force the memory out of his head before he started to blush. "I-I need to go. See you later, guys." Harry almost literally run off. Leaving Ron and Hermione behind. Both of them sharing looks of confusion.
"Draco.. I need to talk to you.. No, that sounds way to serious. Uhmm.." Harry closed his eyes and started again. "Draco. The other day. This afternoon.. What is this all about?" Harry sighed and let himself slide down the cold stone wall of one of the deserted classrooms in the dungeons. This was useless. How could he ever confront Draco when everything he tried to say didn't even come out of his mouth properly. "Draco, why do you have to be such a.."
"Such a what?" Shit! "Uhm.. Nothing." He tried but he couldn't talk himself out of this. Draco was standing in the doorway, being his awesome self, as always. He heard what he had said. Harry sighed. "I dunno.. It's just."
"Do you regret it?" Draco dropped. What? Instantly Harry felt really small, sitting on the floor, with Draco looking down on him. "Uhm.. No, I don't think so. It's just. I think I.. uhm.. I th-think I-I liked it or something.. And it's just weird because I'm supposed to hate you, and you're a guy and.." This was going totally wrong. Could he just hit himself now? "You.. you liked it..?" Draco was sitting down next to him. Harry felt his cheeks warming up. "Uhm. Yes. That's what I said." He was purposefully trying to avoid Draco's eyes. Focusing on every tiny little thing in the classroom.
Draco was silent for a little bit too long. It scared Harry. It made him feel as if he had screwed everything up by admitting what he had been suppressing the past few days. He bit his lip, a bit too hard, which caused a tear to sting in the corner of his eye. "Wait, Harry." Draco never called him that. It was always 'Potter', said in that sneering way that made Harry's chest hurt. But now it was different. His voice was caring, like nothing he'd ever heard. "Are you crying? Please.. stop. You can't.." Draco's hands were suddenly warm on his. Harry tried to force his eyes shut. He tried to keep himself from drowning in Draco's. "I'm not crying." He said roughly, but the tear fell down his cheek anyway. "I just bit my lip to hard."
A brush of fingers against his cheek. It made him shiver. "Can I..?" Draco said unsure, biting his own lip this time. Harry looked at him and saw Draco's gaze cross his lips for a split second. Harry gulped. He didn't trust his voice, so he just nodded. Way to fast, way to certain.
Draco tilted his head down a little and captured Harry's lips with his own carefully. He didn't move and Harry was starting to freak out. What if someone walked in on them? What if- Draco interrupted his thoughts by pushing at his shoulder so he could look in his eyes. "It's okay, alright? You can.. If you want to.." He was also blushing. "Yeah.. Okay.." Harry sighed out, more to himself that to anyone else, and placed his hands over Draco's shoulders, pulling him closer, back to his lips.
It was weird. Just doing this. Just kissing with the boy he had pretended to hate for more than four years. They hadn't even talked about anything yet. It was so frustration. The feelings, everything. But on the contrary, he had never felt more complete. Never felt more like he belonged somewhere. The feeling of how easily they fitted together. The way Draco made his heart pound whenever he only looked at him. Harry was lost in thought until he heard voices from the hallway and pushed them apart as fast as he could, running the sleeve of his jumper across his mouth. "I'm sorry. I kinda.. freaked out, I guess." Looking down at his knees as he felt Draco shuffle closer to him. "I understand." He just replied, like there wasn't a thing they had to worry about.
"What are we even doing?" Harry asked a lot more frustrated than his original intention was. "I mean, one day we just hate each other, everything's easy, and the next day you start giving me those looks and then you just kiss me out of the blue. It isn't right. It isn't-" "Shh." Draco broke him off. "We don't need to talk." He leaned in again but before he could reach Harry's lips, Harry pushed him away. "Yes we do, Draco! We do have to talk! This isn't something we can just go with. It isn't as if no one will wonder if you and I, I dunno, showed up at the library together. Or walking to classes. I mean. This-" He gestured between both of them. "-This isn't how it's supposed to be, you know." Harry held his breath when he saw the hurt look in Draco's eyes. "W-ait. I didn't mean.. Shit. I don't know what I mean."
"Draco, listen. We have to talk, okay. It's not that I don't want this, it's just that I want things clear or something. I think." His voice got quiet at the end. He looked in the other boy's eyes and gulped before he took his hand. He could do this. "What is it you feel for me?" There it was. Just that simple question, the thing that had been wandering around his head whole week.
"I-I.." Draco tried. "I dunno.. It's just.. Whenever I see you I have this urge to kiss you and run my hands all over you." Immediately after he blurted it out, he covered his mouth with his hands. "That wasn't supposed to leave my mouth." He mumbled quietly. Harry stayed still for a moment. Trying to gather what was happening. "I've been trying to fight these urges for two years now, you know." Draco continued to explain. "And then you were just there. All alone, no one to disturb us. At the Quidditch pitch, I mean. I couldn't.." Two years? His mind was struck. He could have had all of this two years ago?
His hands found Draco's chest immediately, pushing him to the ground. His mouth catching his lips hastily. God, why did this feel so good? "Shit, Harry." Draco said breathless when they broke the kiss. "I thought you were the one that wanted to talk." The loving smile on his face was unmistakably. "Well.. Never mind. I think I'll understand sooner or later." Kissing him again. He could do this every minute.
"Draco!" SHIT! Harry got up so hastily he almost knocked over a table. "What the hell are we supposed to do?" He asked whispering, looking around nervously, smoothing his robe. "I dunno." Draco hissed back. "Draco! Where are you?" Goyle's voice sounded even more bouldering with the echo from the dungeons. "I'll see you later, Potter." Draco turned around and left without saying another word. "Draco! There you are. Can you help me with my potions homework?" "Sure.." Harry could hear them walk away, but was too scared to get out of the classroom for another five minutes.
The cold wall kept reminding him of how warm Draco had felt against him. "Shit.." He really had to think about something else. Before everyone would notice. Self-conscious, Harry got up. He felt how on edge his nerves were. But at least he left the room that would keep putting images in his head.