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Chapter Six
When they pulled apart, Draco looked at the thoroughly soaked Potter, "I'm not complaining, but what the hell? There are too many questions I need to ask. Like, you're gay? You like me? What?" Draco asked dazed.
Harry smiled fondly at him, "Yes I'm gay, that was the big secret I wasn't ready to tell you the other day. Yes I like you, hard not to. You look so damn good in the rain, and I have no idea what now. More kissing hopefully."
Draco remained quiet taking in what Harry had just said.
"This is so strange, I never thought this would happen. I never...I." He mumbled out loud, but more to himself.
Harry grinned, "It's happening." He confirmed, pulling Draco in for another wet kiss.
Harry dragged a dazed Draco back to the castle, pulled him into a classroom and cast drying spells on them.
"Draco." He called, trying to break Draco's introspection.
Draco looked up and blinked even more puzzled, they were in a classroom – what?
"What does this mean? What now?" He asked again.
Harry was amused by the usually calm, collected, Mr I have an answer for everything, stumped.
"It means I'm gay, I like you and I hope you like me. You did kiss me back, you didn't punch me or hex me – so that's a positive sign. I would like to see where this takes us. Just take each day as it comes. That is if you want to start seeing me? As more than a friend I mean." Harry rambled, unsure if Draco would want to.
"Who knows you're gay? Will we have to sneak around and hide whatever this is?" Draco sounded more like his usual self.
Harry perched on the edge of the nearest desk, "My friends, and most of our year. Maybe not the Slytherin's. But not the whole school. I haven't come out as such. I haven't had the need to, what with being single. I don't see why I have to announce my private business to everyone. However I'm not bothered about people knowing, not if it means I can openly kiss you and such."
Draco frowned, "I have a headache. This is just too much to think about. I need to digest everything that has happened and what's been said. I...I..fuck I don't know. I like you...I think. I mean I'm attracted to you, have been for a long time, and you are a good kisser. It just feels like this is some fucked up dream, or huge prank or something. I need to get my head around the fact that you want me...ME." He pointed to himself as if Harry didn't know who he was.
Harry chuckled and stepped forwards, taking hold of Draco's hips and pulling him into a kiss. It was amazing, even better now they were dry and warm.
He pulled away and walked to the door, "Yes I want you. Really truly want you, so take as long as you need to come to terms with it. When you do, come find me yeah." He smiled and left.
Draco had a restless night sleep, his thoughts and dreams filled with green eyes, soft lips and strong hands.
Come morning Draco still hadn't accepted that Potter wanted him of all people. But he wasn't sure if he'd ever accept that, he just didn't think much of himself at the moment. However he was willing to do as Potter suggested, see each other and take each day as it comes. Maybe when Potter stayed with him and still showed interest after a few weeks, he could accept that this wasn't going to end suddenly.
At breakfast Draco asked Potter if he could speak with him, in private. Harry smiled and grabbed some toast, following Draco out the hall.
Ron turned to Hermione, "What's that all about?" He asked.
He took in her knowing expression and added, "I don't want to know do I?" He observed.
Hermione gave him a one arm hug, "You will probably know even though you don't want to. But you're right, you probably don't want to know."
Ron grumbled, "Harry has been spending a lot of time outside with the git hasn't he. Then last night Harry seemed to be really happy about something. I bet it is something Malfoy related." He whined.
Hermione nodded, "I bet you're right. Don't kick off at him though. If he wants to...to date Mal-Draco then that's his prerogative."
Ron stabbed his scrambled eggs, "I know. I'll be good. But be prepared for lots of complaining when Harry isn't around. I need to vent to someone." He said defeated.
Hermione kissed his cheek, "That's what I'm here for. Besides I'm sure I can think of something to take your mind off of Harry's love life."
Ron perked up, "You can, can you?"
"Yes. We both have a free period after lunch, come to my room and I'll be your distraction." She whispered.
Ron blushed, and gave her a goofy smile, "Excellent."
Harry returned, "What's excellent?" he asked as he sat down.
Ron grinned, "Free period later." He answered.
"Oh yeah. I'm um busy, um I have um homework." Harry hastily explained, he had arranged to meet Draco.
Draco had pulled him into an alcove, told him he still couldn't understand the situation, but was happy to try whatever it is that they want to try. They kissed briefly and arranged to meet later. Then Draco sauntered away as if he hadn't been thoroughly snogged up against a wall.
Hermione held in her snort, "Homework? Well Ron and I are busy doing 'Homework' too."
Harry screwed up his nose, "Ew, don't say homework like that. Like it is a dirty code word for...for...ew!"
Hermione shook her head, "Why not? If you can say it, referring to you and Draco, then Ron and I can use it for the same purposes."
Harry stared gobsmacked, "Me and Draco?"
"Yes. You're...well I don't know what you two are, but you're something." She smugly pointed out.
Harry looked to Ron. He looked awfully pale but was holding back the insults, so Hermione must have lectured him already.
Harry slumped, "Fine. Draco and I, are...I don't really know. Um an item I guess. We're just testing the waters, and go from there. You don't mind?" he looked between his two best friends.
Hermione beamed, "No not at all. I mean Malfoy is a hell of a choice, but you've never gone for the simple, easy option. Why start now. I'm just happy that you are comfortable with who you are, that you took the step to find someone, and that you haven't just hidden away."
Harry grinned, "Thanks."
Ron quietly said, "I guess I can tolerate the wanker...ow Hermione that was my foot," He glared at her. "It's not my place to dictate who you can and cannot be with. But if that...if he hurts you then he'll have me to answer to."
Harry grinned at his best friends, "Cheers guys."
"But do me a favour though. No public displays of affection in front of me...that's just yuck. Not you and another guy, I mean you and...him." Ron shuddered.
Harry agreed, "Okay."
Walking to class, Harry leaned down to whisper to Hermione, "Bribed Ron with sex to make sure he behaves."
Hermione straightened up, "Maybe."
Harry hugged her, "Thanks."
Harry was pretty much useless throughout his morning classes, his mind wandering and lapsing into daydreams. He wouldn't question it, he didn't want to drag up the bad history between him and Draco. That would only lead to trouble, and he was happy to not forget, but to move on. To create new memories with Draco, ones that were a lot more positive.
Draco was much the same, ignoring the professor and doodling on his parchment. Pansy noticed and smirked, "Draco darling who is he?"
He started and then turned to her, "Pardon?"
"You have been staring off into space all morning, occasionally smiling and you have been doodling instead of taking notes. So I repeat, who is he?" she knew he was gay, she rather enjoyed having a gay best friend.
"Not all of us are lucky enough to have a handsome boyfriend Pansy." He hoped by bringing up her boyfriend she'd forget about his love life and go off on one about hers.
She turned to face him, "Draco, I know you have been distancing yourself from us. We left you alone, as we all know you need the time and space to deal with things. But we haven't stopped being your friends. We miss you. Blaise isn't as bitchy as you, I tried to have a good bitching session with him, but he is so laid back he doesn't care."
Draco smiled, "I know I have been distant. I am sorry, I thought...well it doesn't matter what I thought. Someone has helped me see that maybe things aren't as bad as I thought they were. I want to remain friends, if you'll still have me?"
She returned his smile, "Of course I'll still have you. I'm just pleased that you've stopped being depressed, and are ready to be yourself again. You still didn't say who this someone is that has helped you." She pointed out.
Draco knew she wouldn't drop it, "It is someone that neither of us would have expected. He's..."
"Look don't tell me. I'd rather you tell me when you are ready, not through me forcing you. Let me fill you in on the gossip you missed whilst you were having a mental breakdown." She then proceeded to relay every little thing that had gone on since the start of term.
By lunchtime Draco was gossiped out. He was pleased to join his other friends at their house table, and to have them to pause Pansy's ramblings.
Blaise looked smug, "Phew now you're back she can stop bleating to me about all the happening of the school."
Draco scowled, "Thanks." he sarcastically replied.
"You're welcome." He cheerfully said, grabbing a sandwich.
After lunch Draco stood, and Pansy copied, "Oh sorry Pansy I have plans for my free period. I'll see you in class."
She pouted but sat back down. Draco rolled his eyes, "I promise to spend some time with you guys later. But I have to go."
He grabbed his bag and headed to the arranged meeting place. He wondered if he was too eager, but when he walked around the corner he noted that Harry was already there.
"Hey." Harry said as he was near enough.
Draco felt nervous, he shouldn't be so nervous – damn it, it's only Potter.
"Hi." He replied.
"Have a good morning?" Harry casually asked.
Draco cringed at the awkward conversation, before when they talked it was easy. It came naturally, now he knew that they liked each other, he was aware of everything. He over analysed everything.
"Yes, I guess. You?"
"It's been alright."
Silence.
"Look Draco this doesn't have to be weird. Just relax." Harry said warmly.
Draco chuckled, "I guess I'm just not used to...this. Just insult me or something, make me feel relaxed." He joked.
Harry looked thoughtful, "Um you have ink on your forehead. Does that help?"
Draco's hand whipped up to his forehead, "Ink? You mean I've had ink on my face all of lunch and none of my friends told me. Bastards."
Harry laughed, "It appears so."
Draco conjured a mirror and then cleaned the ink splodge.
"How embarrassing." He grumbled.
Harry shrugged, "Not really. Ron walked around with a gummy sweet stuck to cheek. Fell asleep on a pile of them. No one bothered to tell him that he had one stuck to his face. Was entertaining, we all had bets to see when he'd notice."
Draco laughed, "Sounds like Weasley."
"I was thinking you can test me now, and if I get the answers right I want a kiss. For each correct answer." Harry cheekily suggested.
Draco arched an eyebrow, "If you get the right."
Harry smiled, "I will."
After a few correct questions, Draco gave up asking them and just spent the rest of the free period snogging Potter senseless. He was rather effected too. The bell rang and they reluctantly pulled apart.
Draco was surprised at how good of a kisser Potter was. He just knew what made him feel breathless.
"Better get to class."
"I guess."
"Bye."
Harry pulled Draco towards him and kissed Draco quickly three times.
"Mmm bye."
Harry turned and walked away, Draco watched him leave. Well watched his bum as he left, then he too turned and walked in the opposite direction.
He slid into a seat next to Pansy.
"I have no idea when I came such a...a..."
"Poof?"
"Diva?"
"Snob?"
"No. Pansy be nice." He snapped.
"Sorry, you walked into that one." She apologised.
"I just..."
"Draco spit it out." She chuckled.
"I'm such a Potter lover." He quietly confessed.
She stared wide eyed, "Is that who you just been kissing?"
He turned to gape at her, "What? How do you know I've been kissing someone?"
She patted his arm, "Draco I know that look, I've seen it on your face before, and on my own. Besides your hair isn't perfect, your lips look thoroughly kissed and you have stubble rash. Like someone else's stubble has made your face red."
Draco groaned, "Pansy I've been thoroughly kissed by Potter, and I liked it. I mean I really liked it...best kisser. I want more."
She grinned, "Then get more. You always take what you want. I had my suspicions about Potter. The only girl he went with was that ginger bint, and she's a bit of a tomboy. Merlin I'd pay to see you two having sex."
"Pansy!" He abolished.
"Well I would. It would be amazing. You'd make a fortune if you two were those muggle porn people. But you're not and well I'm sure you wouldn't let me watch." She complained.
"I certainly will not. When me and Potter, I mean if we even get to that stage, no one will be watching." He sternly told her.
"Figures. Spoil sport. Blaise let me watch when he fucked..."
"Miss Parkinson I suggest you start taking notes. If I catch you talking to Mr Malfoy one more time, I will move you." The professor said.
"Sorry."
Draco was thankful he was spared the details, he didn't need the mental image of Blaise fucking whoever it was, with Pansy watching.
At dinner Draco teased Blaise about being a dirty pervert.
"Pansy said you let her watch you having sex." He drawled.
Blaise didn't seem bothered, "I did. She seemed to enjoy the show. In fact she joined us for the encore."
Draco covered his ears, "Too much information. Mental images I did not want."
Blaise looked smug, "It was great, I got a threesome, and the other two were women – perfect."
Draco gave him a dark look and he shut up.
Pansy grinned, "Draco in so many ways you are so innocent. Nothing wrong with a threesome between friends."
Blaise agreed, "Yeah if you weren't so choosy we could have had so much fun. I bet Potter and his two friends do it."
Draco grimaced, "I hope not. That's just wrong – so wrong."
After dinner he told his friends he'd join them in the eighth year common room later, he just needed to speak to someone first. Pansy having him a knowing look, and mimicked kissing.
He ignored her and waited outside the hall for Harry. He stuck his foot out as he walked past the alcove, and Potter tripped, stumbling over it, but staying upright. He looked around to see what, or who tripped him and spotted Draco.
"Wipe that smirk off your face." He warned.
"No. You wipe it off." He challenged.
Hermione dragged Ron on ahead.
"No. So far I have initiated all the kissing. You can show me what you're made of. I'm sure you wouldn't want to be out done by me." Harry reasoned.
Draco knew Potter had a point, he wanted to show the specky git just how good a kiss from him could be. But he didn't like being told what to do.
Draco stepped forwards, backing Harry up against the wall, hidden in an alcove. His face close enough to kiss, with only a small gap between their lips. One hand on the wall beside Harry's head, and the other trailing over Harry's chest.
Harry's heart was beating so fast, he was extremely turned on and he wanted those delicious lips on him. Anywhere on him would do. But he wouldn't initiate the kiss no matter how much Draco worked him up.
Draco's body language, his tone of voice, and smouldering eye contact was enough to drive Harry half wild. The git was increasing the sexual tension with such simple actions. Harry was tempted to devour him, but then the git would boast about winning. Harry was nothing but stubborn. He wanted Draco to initiate their next kiss.
Draco looked into Harry's eyes and noted he looked aroused, Draco shifted forwards slightly, and seductively said, "What did you have for dinner? Any good?"
Harry couldn't think, Draco was pressed too close, his face in his personal space and his voice was alluring. Damn he wasn't breaking eye contact.
"Um dinner. I had um food stuff. It was good." Harry randomly said, quite pleased he managed to talk at all.
Draco smirked and pressed his lower half against Harry, "Food stuff huh? That does sounds good."
"It was." Harry breathed out.
Draco leaned in, so close that Harry thought he felt a slight brush of lips. Then he pulled back and stepped away.
"As much as I am enjoying this intellectual chat. I said I'd hang out with my friends tonight. See you around Potter." He sauntered off, pleased that he had worked Harry up so much.
Harry blinked a few times, shocked that Draco had the nerve to work him up like that, and then leave without kissing him. Draco may be very good at getting him going, but he wouldn't crack. Draco should kiss him, if he wants a kiss, then he should initiate it.
Draco was also forgetting one simple fact, Harry could also play that game. He could work Draco up, drive him crazy with want and desire, but not giving in. Pulling him like an elastic band until he was ready to snap.
Harry entered the eighth year common room and spotted Draco sat with his friends. Harry smiled at him and then joined his own friends, who were sat reasonably close to Draco's group. His friends greeted him and he plonked down next to Neville.
Harry had chosen this spot, because he was facing Draco, and could make eye contact and give subtly flirtatious looks. Draco had already looked to Harry a few times since he sat down.
Harry waited until Draco stood to go to his room to fetch something. Then he followed, telling his friends he wanted to change out of his uniform. He caught Draco on his way back to the common room. The corridor was narrow, so Harry walked right up to him, while staring at him, but instead of talking to him, he just said, "excuse me" and walked right past him with a teasing smile. As Harry passed him, he made sure to stare into his eyes, smiling he added, "thank you".
Their arms had brushed against one another and Harry could feel the thrill, the excitement of teasing Draco. Harry entered his room and quickly dressed in jeans, and a t-shirt. Leaving his room when he was still pulling his t-shirt on. Draco was still in the corridor and Harry knew his torso was on display.
Draco couldn't take his eyes off of Harry's low riding jeans, and visible V line and prominent oblique muscles. The t-shirt was soon put on and Harry's body was covered once again.
Harry placed his hand lightly on Draco's lower back, leaning in to whisper, "Are you okay? You've kind of spaced out."
Draco turned to look at Harry, and realised he was standing too close. Draco's nose brushed against Harry's jaw.
"I'm fine thank you." Draco stepped back and walked back to his friends. Harry followed, with a knowing smug look on his face.
All evening Draco and Harry shared smouldering, looks that lingered, before one of them would smile and look away.
By the time a few of his and Draco's friends called it a night, Harry wanted Draco so badly it hurt. Pansy was the only one left with Draco, and Harry was very close to walking over and sitting in Draco's lap. However he bid his last friend goodnight, and pretended to read over his completed essay, for charms.
Harry heard Pansy laugh and leave, alone. He glanced over at Draco and had to bite his lip. Draco had interlocked his fingers, raised his hands above his head and stretched his arms up. He had exposed his lower back, and Harry could see his muscle flexing under his top.
With a yawn Draco stood and walked by Harry on the sofa. Harry grabbed his wrist and pulled him back, Draco stumbled and Harry took advantage of that, by pulling him onto his lap. Draco re-adjusted his position so he was now straddling Harry. Harry ran his hands up Draco's back and pulled him closer.
He buried his head against Draco's neck, inhaling his scent, brushing his lips along his collar bone. Before slowly moving up to his ear, he huskily saying, "Such a tease."
Draco released a small moan and shifted forwards so he was even more in Harry's lap. Harry pushed his hands under Draco's top so he could feel his skin. Harry smiled against Draco's neck, he decided to try a little dirty talk. Nothing too rude or vulgar, hopefully just enough to make Draco snap.
His breath ghosted over Draco's ear, and Harry said in a low sensual voice, "I want you so bad."
Harry didn't have time to celebrate, Draco had pulled him into a kiss, as soon as the last word was out of his mouth. Their lips crashing together, all that sexual tension coming to a head in that one passionate and demanding kiss.
Now that Draco had snapped and made the first move, Harry let go too. Putting everything back into that kiss, his tongue sliding over Draco's to taste and explore all of his mouth.
Draco was holding his face firmly but gently while he slipped his own tongue inside Harry's mouth, and then sucking on his bottom lips – it was enough to make Harry's toes curl. One hand remained cupping his face, the other wound into Harry's hair and Harry felt Draco pulling his hair back from the roots as he deepened the kiss.
They were kissing hard and deep. Harry could feel the passion through the kiss and was surprised at how turned on he was. He enjoyed kissing Ginny, but had never gotten hard from a kiss. Kissing Draco was turning him on so much, he was aching for some friction.
Wondering if Draco would be offended if he moved things to fast, Harry wasn't sure if he should seek to get that oh so wanted friction. But then Draco shifted so he could kiss Harry's neck, and in doing so ground against Harry's erection. Harry tilted his head back against the sofa, moaning out due to the sensation of Draco kissing his neck, and his body pressed against his.
Harry couldn't take any more, he gripped Draco's hips and pulled him so his body rubbed against his erection, his hips thrusting up to meet the delicious friction it caused. Draco felt it too and moaned out, "Fuck, do that again."
They frotted against one another, mouths devouring in-between moans, and hands caressing and gripping as the sensation built up. Draco was rotating his hips, grinding and rubbing himself shamelessly against Harry and his erection.
It was frantic, fast and amazing. Harry gripped onto Draco's shoulder, holding him firmly down, as he thrust upwards and cried out as he came. "Yes...fuck yes." He called euphorically.
Draco continued to rub against Harry, soon crying out his own release and capturing Harry's lips in a kiss to seal the deal.
Harry had never gotten hard when kissing, let alone having an orgasm and coming in his trousers, when he wasn't even partially naked. It was new to him, but it was great. He kept his head back and his eyes closed as he waited to calm down.
"You're good. Damn good." Harry complimented as he felt his breathing resume its normal pattern.
Draco smirked and Harry decided he liked causing Draco to look like that.
"You're not so bad yourself."
Draco pulled out his wand and cleaned them up. Then he stood and held out his hand to help Harry stand.
"I guess this is goodnight. See you tomorrow Potter." He went to turn to walk away, but added, "Oh and Potter do try and keep your hands off of me in public."
Harry grinned, "I can't make promises I know I won't be able to keep."
Harry idly wondered before he fell asleep, if Draco can cause such an extreme reaction in me, from just kissing me, I wonder what else he could do.