"Harry! Seriously! What the hell is wrong with you!" Ron threw a pencil to his head. "Nothing! And stop throwing things at me!" They had been doing homework in the library for ages. And for some unfortunate reason, Draco was there too. "I'm serious.." Ron whispered while sitting closer. ".. It just isn't possible that I made more homework that you in the past two hours." Okay, not ages then, but it was a long time, especially when you couldn't stare at your boyfriend without anyone noticing. No one was allowed to notice. It was sort of awkward. Nobody knew. Not even Ron. He couldn't tell him. It was just-
"Hello…?" Ron's hand was waving in front of his face. "Anyone home? Uhg.. You're awful. I finally see what Hermione was getting at when she picked on me for not paying attention." Harry shook his head a little. "I'm sorry.. What did you ask?" He tried playing dumb. Wouldn't work of course, Ron knew him better than that. "I'm just saying, Harry. It isn't really you to be so.. I dunno.. unfocussed. You used to be the one telling me to work."
"I'm sorry Ron, but.." He stopped, he didn't want to explain. How could he possibly say 'Well, my boyfriend is sitting over there and he's glancing at me with those eyes and I really need to go to the bathroom now.' No, exactly! He just couldn't!
"But..?" Shit. "I dunno.." He glanced over at Draco anyway, his eyes didn't do what his mind told them to. "I'm just distracted, I think." His gaze fell back on his piece of empty parchment, but Ron looked around to where Harry had just been staring. "Distracted?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.
Harry just fixed his eyes on his parchment even more, though there was nothing on it. He didn't respond, hoping Ron would just drop it and go back to studying. He did.
"Hey! What was that for?" Harry almost shouted when he felt something hit his head, thinking it was Ron again. "What the hell, dude..? I didn't do anything." "Oh.. Sorry, then."
He looked around, trying to find the culprit. And then he saw Draco smirking at him. His eyes almost pointing at the edge of the table, at the wad of paper lying there.
As fast and unnoticeable as he could, Harry grabbed it and folded it open under the table. The words made Harry's breath hitch. Shit. This was totally not making things easier.
It was possible his cheeks burned and everyone in the library could see or even feel the heath radiating from them but he didn't even give a shit and stood up. "Ron, I'm going to the bathroom for a minute, okay?" When he turned his back to the table and left, he heard another chair move, he heard footsteps following him. The tie around his neck suddenly seemed a lot tighter, almost choking him, or that is what it felt like.
"Hey Malfoy, you'd better leave Harry alone." Harry heard Ron say behind him. Oh, he'd better not. "And why would that be any of your business, Weasel?" Draco sneered back. It hurt Harry a little bit to hear his boyfriend call his best friend that way. It reminded him of the fact they had to pretend. They had to pretend everything. Only when they were totally alone they could be the persons they really were.
"Hey Potter." Draco said with a annoying pretended mock in his voice. "Malfoy." Harry replied cool. Oh, he would play this game. "What do you want?" The look in the Slytherin's eyes said everything that couldn't be said. "What I want? Nothing." Everything. "Okay then.. Leave me alone." Come with me. Harry walked down the hallway to a certain cupboard that had become quite familiar in the past two weeks. "Stop following me, Draco." Damn, walk faster, idiot. "You really want that?" The humorous tone was almost annoying. Just a look over his shoulder was enough. No. Draco hurried. And within seconds they were inside the cupboards, surrounded by brooms, buckets and mops.
Their eyes had softened. Arms were laid around each other's bodies. "I've missed you." They mumbled at the same time. Laugher. It was funny, sometimes, how well they were in sync with the other. The beautiful serenity of the moment only lasted a few seconds, though. Teenage hormones were interfering.
Draco let his hand slip past the rim of Harry's shirt. It still tickled though the feeling wasn't quite unfamiliar or unpleasant. But still.. "You're a monster, you know that?" Harry pushed at Draco's chest, trying to go for serious but ending up with a smile on his face evidently. "Is that so?" Draco responded with a cocky smile. "Stop licking at that quill, you have much better things to do with your tongue right now? Seriously Draco?" The smug smile on Draco's face didn't disappear when Harry waved the piece of paper in front of his face, it only caused him to smile wider. "I was serious, though. You could do much better things with that tongue." "Don't you mean 'you should'?" Harry asked back in the same playful tone Draco was talking in. "Well.. If you insist.." Draco's eyes flicked to Harry's lips with a kind of dark, heated look, making him look like a total bad-ass, but the blush on his face told Harry other things. Draco was still nervous about all of this.
Harry let his lips brush softly over Draco's, more teasing than actually kissing him. Only when he felt Draco shiver a little bit, he caught his lower lip between his mouth.