The long awaited chapter of Harry's response. ENJOY!

Chapter Eight of

Falling in Love with the Golden Boy

Breathless Responses

So this is the way
That I say that I need You
That I'm learning to breathe
I'm learning to crawl
I'm finding that You and You alone can break my fall

-Learning to Breathe Switchfoot

I kissed Harry Potter. I tell myself. I kissed Harry FREAKING Potter. I say once again as I replay the most paramount moment of my eighteen years. The thought and scene have passed through my mind more than a hundred times but no matter how many times I repeat the incident it seems more and more intangible. Were walking in close proximity so close actually that I could reach out and thread his olive fingers through my pallid ones. I glance towards him and see the lazy smile coating his face giving him the demeanor of a puppy who has just had a very satisfied belly rub. For not the first time I have to remind myself that this is not a dream. It is very real. The hands that encircled me, the finger that tugged on my hair, the delicately talented lips that sent me soaring to heights greater than the stars.

"What are you thinking?" I turn to him and he watches me expectantly as I endeavor a way to make my thoughts as mellifluous as possible. Should I tell him of how I had never in life been so overjoyed? How my heart seemed to want to break through my rib cage? Or maybe on how my love for him was burning so picturesquely that I thought the world would soon come to be ashes. No, everything I wanted to say to him sounded so vapid, feelings dusted over in beautiful words said by lovers from the past. Then the fears began to set in as I ponder over perhaps being an experiment, a side long thing that he can live without and those thoughts spread fear right to my core. But, I had to give him an answer one that showed him the authenticity of my emotions. So I told him exactly what he asked.

"I've been spending that last thirty seconds trying to think of a way to make you realize how absolutely perfect that kiss as well as you are," I take hold of his hand and continue at seeing no complaints, "But, I'm scared that you won't believe me and that it's not good enough," He's smiling now a look of amusement and sprinkled smugness covering his face, "So what I'm trying to tell you is that your perfect more than perfect really and if you want to continue this I will show you that it wasn't a mistake but if you don't it'll just be the most breath taking set my world on fire kiss I will ever have."

"Well Draco Malfoy, I would like to announce that I would love you to prove that this isn't a lack of my better judgment." I laugh at him and lean in to kiss him when he places his index finger at my lips his eyes gazing at me with mischief that would have sent the Weasley Twins running for the hills.

"Mind telling me why you're stopping me from kissing you Potter?"

"Yes, actually," He steps away from me and I notice that the mischief has been replaced by resolute, "First of all you are to call me Harry, that's my given name and I quite like it. Secondly," At this he lifts two fingers, "I don't want to act like a couple in front of the others because I want to break the news to Ron later on today where he's far enough from you that 'Mione and I can knock him out if need be. You are to act like my boyfriend starting tomorrow and I don't give a damn what anyone has to say if I hear any malicious thoughts or intents I will remind the Wizarding World exactly why I am the Boy who Lived, " I bite the inside of my cheek to stop a laugh from erupting, "Finally, " At this he smiles, "You're going to have to kiss me much better than last time or I might think about not sticking around."

"No worries mon trésor[1] ." Unlike our first kiss this one was rougher. I fought for dominance against him and smiled into the kiss at the moans that ripped from his throat and the motions from his hips as my tongue curled and twisted itself around his sweet and hard one. My hands and his were everywhere as our touches became progressively more insistent. One of Harry's hand sweeped across my chest his hands playing with the soft material of my shirt, the other grabbing my neck and pulling me tighter against him his body creating a delicious friction against the hard planes of mine. I trailed my hand down and let it hover dangerously over his zipper. At the awareness of my hand he took in a small intake of breath his mouth sucking and pulling at my tongue as his actions gripped me with pure excitement and desire. A whining tone let me know that if this continued we would quickly obscure the laws of public decency. And I regrettably pulled back.

"How was that?"

Harry's eyes were glazed over, breath coming out in rapid pants as he looked me in a dismayed fashion.

"When is the world going to stop spinning? " I smirked at hearing his breathless tone.

"Well, seeing as I'm such an amazing kisser I fear that you will be in a never ending portkey "

"Arrogant dragon." The playful shove let me know that his comment was only in good humor.

"It's one of my more appealing qualities."

"Really?"

"Oh yes, it's a rather long list."

To quickly the Three Broomstick's came into the horizon and Harry and I slipped from our lover's walk and showcased the world an act of friendship. Striding in I felt a gawk worthy moment coming on at what my eyes beheld. It wasn't the fact that Pansy was giggling at something Hermione said it was the fact that Weasley was giving Blaise a friendly clap on the shoulder as they both laughed boisterously at something that was unbeknown to me.

"Hey." Harry and I said in synchronization as we sat in the two empty wooden seats.

"Hey boys." Hermione said a smug look on her face at seeing our less than prim appearances.

Pansy 's mouthed the words, "Tell everything.", from her place along side Hermione. And as they turned to each other I watched them share a silent squeal. Honestly, fan girls these days. The hours passed and a feeling of warmth filled me and I was sure that it wasn't from the sticky and hot substance known as butterbeer that was sliding down my throat. Blaise and Ron talked about idle things such as chess moves and quidditch which Harry and I both jumped into eagerly. Pansy and Hermione conversed on books and Hermione explained to her the basics of a muggle device called movies which now I was also growing rapidly curious about. Harry and I gave each other secretive looks as we held hands under the table while he told me about himself. The day's end came much too soon and with great melancholy I departed from Harry. Once in the safe guards of Blaise and I's room I was bombarded with question.

"How was it? Tell me tell me!" Pansy eagerly shouted as she pranced around me in a circle.

"I don't kiss and tell." At this Blaise laughed and threw me onto the bed.

"If you insist on not telling us it seems we will have to result to dirty tricks and torture," He looked at Pansy who grinned wickedly and let out a cackle, "Ready Cara?"

"More then ready."

She raised her fingers and before I could even scream the feather light touches of Blaise and Pansy's hands crawled all around my body. I kicked and squirmed and shouted for mercy as their unmerciful hands continued their dance.

"Fine, fine I'll speak!" I shouted as I felt my bladder was about to burst and breathing became quite difficult.

And thus I set off to tell them my more then amazing love story and as I spun my beautiful tale a scream of bloody Slytherin git from the Gryffindor tower was unknown to me.

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