Yes, the missing half hour in Draco's room does exist, it's on my website, if you want to read it.
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Harry wasn't entirely sure what was going on, but he knew something was wrong. All right, enough with the innocence, he knew exactly what was going on. He was well on his way to losing his virginity to the hottest guy at Hogwarts. That didn't change the fact that something was wrong.
"Hold on?" Draco's voice seemed far away as he echoed Harry's words. He looked rather surprised. Harry wondered what the blonde found more surprising, Harry's response or the actions that provoked it. He didn't have long to wonder, though, as Draco's face fast hardened. "If you don't want…just…go, Potter. Forget it. I'm fucked already, so…just go." Draco turned his head to glare at the wall, avoiding Harry.
No, that was wrong too. Damn him, he made everything so confusing! Harry couldn't believe how rash the Slytherin was being, wasn't thoughtless action among the Gryffindor faults? "I'm not going anywhere. I just…want to talk first."
"Talk?" Draco seemed honestly confused. "What's to talk about?"
"A lot, Draco." The blonde met Harry's eyes at the use of his name. "First off, what are we doing?"
"I thought that was fairly obvious, but if you need me to explain it…When two people love each other very much-"
"Exactly."
Confusions clouded Draco's face for a moment, then suddenly cleared in a dawn of realization. His mouth opened and shut a few times, but nothing came out.
"Draco," Harry carefully used the other boy's first name, as strange as it felt, "do you see why we need to talk?"
The Slytherin nodded almost miserably.
Harry felt a pang, of pity? Perhaps. Either way, he felt drawn closer to the boy a few feet away, so he pulled himself up next to Draco, sliding an arm around the blonde's shoulders. "But I'm not going anywhere. I don't think I could."
Draco dropped his head onto Harry's shoulder, releasing a breath the Gryffindor suspected he had been holding for quite some time. Harry hated to break the comfortable silence, so instead, he picked the Slytherin's head up and kissed him, lightly, on the lips. Then he sighed, "So, what are we?"
"Fucked." Draco's answer actually surprised him.
"What?"
"We're fucked. Or maybe only me. I really can't speak for you."
"Draco, what do you mean?"
"Don't tell me you're that thick!" The Slytherin sat up, searching Harry's face for something he didn't find. "Merlin, do you realize what I've done? I have falling head-over-heels for the one person I'm supposed to hate. Not to mention you're a guy."
"Hate?" Harry knew that Draco's father was a Death Eater and that Voldemort's followers didn't exactly, in any sense of the word, like him, but hate seemed so strong.
"Merlin's beard! For seven years now, all I was supposed to be doing was getting close enough to you to turn you over to my father. If he knew that I fell in…in love with you." The blonde ducked his head as though ashamed. "Well, I don't know what would happen. And that's on top of the fact that I am, apparently, gay, which also won't go over well. No heirs to the Malfoy line and all of that."
Harry caught his tongue before he confirmed that Malfoy wouldn't turn him in. It seemed the wrong thing to ask at the time. Instead, he squeezed the blonde's shoulder. "Don't worry, Draco, we can deal with it. I mean, I've defeated the Dark Lord six times. And you, hell, you've practically lived in the same house with him. I think we can handle a little disapproval."
Draco formed his mouth carefully around the name, "Harry, you underestimate. You underestimate vastly. And yet, I want you to be right, I really do."
Harry suddenly realized how fast he had jumped to 'we'. What happened to talking things out? Draco happened. In seven years of being best enemies, Harry should have realized that Draco either told you something or he didn't. He wasn't one to beat around the bush. He had made his point abundantly clear. He loved Harry. The thought still felt like a wet slap in the face. Yet, he was finding more and more, he loved Draco back. He just had never, really, thought about it.
On a whim, he leaned forward and caught the blonde's lips again, just for a moment. When he pulled back, he saw the corners of Draco's mouth pulling up and the little shine in his eyes. He laughed, breaking any tension that might have been left in the room, a laugh filled with mirth as only someone as fun-loving as Harry can express. Draco looked at him questioningly. "I found a way to make you smile." The Gryffindor pointed out bluntly, and did it again. This time, Draco grinned brilliantly, with an honest gaiety Harry had never seen in him before.
"My turn." Suddenly, Draco kissed him. Harry worked hard to keep the corners of his mouth neutral, or as close to down as he could get them. Draco pouted and tried again, more forcefully. With a concerted effort, Harry stayed neutral.
With a playfully frustrated growl, the blonde bowled Harry over, pinning him down on the bed and lowering his mouth to the Gryffindor's ear. "I know how," he whispered. "Harry Potter, will you be my boyfriend?"
At first, Harry was too shocked to respond, then a smile forced its way onto his lips, there was no way to keep it in. "You did it. And yes, yes I will, Draco."
"Good, because I was running out of ideas. Let's get out of here."
"Out of here?" Harry didn't follow Draco's sudden change of tack.
"Yes, well…" Still on top of Harry, the blonde leaned over and kissed him again. Harry quickly forgot his question, almost entirely. Draco set a line of touches up his cheek to his ear, raking his teeth along his earlobe. Then Harry realized he was whispering. "We're being watched. How about my room?"
Harry couldn't contain a moan as Draco's tongue played with his ear. He slid a hand up the blonde's side, then threw his weight over, rolling himself on top of the Slytherin. He planted his lips over Draco's, drinking him in as much as he could, then pulled back abruptly. "Race you there." With that, he took off.
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A half hour later, the Slytherin rolled away from him, letting him collapse to the side. It was only some five minutes before the blonde pulled himself together enough to grab his wand and do some quick clean up. He straddled the still recuperating Harry and kissed him on the lips with what the Gryffindor rather fancied to be tenderness. It was a whole different kind of pleasure from the rest. The kind that felt like I would never end.
Harry rolled into the kiss, effectively curling himself up against his…lover. That felt right. His Draco, with his biting tongue and scorching remarks, now beautiful and tame, like a dragon in flight. A dragon. His dragon. "Mmm…my dragon."
"Oh, is that right?" Draco pulled his head up to look at him. "Hmm…I guess so. But, for that, you get to be my lion."
Harry fell asleep to Draco's now familiar deep chuckle.