Chapter 2- Living in the moment
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A/N: Thanks for the feedback I really appreciate it as this is my first story. So here's the second chapter I really hope you enjoy it! Please review, the feedback really helps me. Also just so you know; Snape never died.
The day after his secret kiss with Harry, Draco was desperate for more. But he didn't feel secure about it. He was gay? When in hell did that happen, because the past 19 years of his like he'd been perfectly happy staring at girl's asses, and kissing them, and doing… other things.
But by god, he knew that he wanted Harry. He felt heat burning down his chest when they kissed, a heat he could not easily forget since he had never bloody felt it before! So that was it then, Draco reasoned with himself, if he felt something when he had kissed Harry, but never when he had kissed a girl he must be… gay? Damn, part of him didn't want to accept it. Oh he didn't have anything against gay people, no, he respected them. But maybe he just was afraid, afraid of what his friends would think, afraid maybe a little of Harry. But above all, afraid of himself.
Afraid that he would commit to being this way, and then it wouldn't be enough. Just like some part of him had always known that girls were never enough. What if nothing was enough! He was so afraid.
Obviously Harry hadn't been having the same issue. He had been all for telling everyone, but Draco had said "just give me a couple of days to get used to it." Harry had seemed more than happy to please his new boyfriend, and when they parted promised to keep it a secret until Draco was ready.
Harry had found a purpose. After all of the pain and fear of being done in the world, Harry now knew he was here for Draco. His Draco. Though this rapid epiphany was certain in his mind, it had not gone unnoticed to Harry that Draco was not so sure. And that scared Harry.
So he decided that to make Draco more sure, he needed to make him feel loved and make him feel like he belonged. He hatched a cunning and spontaneous plan….
"I want the essay on brewing the coloris-tatio (A/N: made that up meself) potion in by Monday. No excuses. You have the whole of the weekend to do it." Snape was his usual surly self. The bell then rang and the class, made up of NEWT retakers, hastily filed out. Draco last out, in no particular hurry.
When he came out, someone grabbed him from behind and twisted him round to face them. Before Draco could attempt to punch them, he saw that it was Harry. Harry wearing a devilishly handsome grin. Suddenly before Draco knew what was happening Harry's lips were on his and his hands slipped around Draco's neck.
Draco got into it straight away. He felt that heat in his stomach again, and he wanted more. Pushing Harry up against the wall, Draco slipped his tongue into Harry's mouth and felt him respond forcefully. Gasping for breath, Draco was filled with the heat now but still not satisfied. Arousal controlled him, and he moved his hand round to Harry chest and moved slowly downwards. Harry realised where he was going and shoved his body against Draco, "oh my god Draco…." He moaned.
Draco grinned and laughed in Harry's ear, now kissing down his neck. Harry grasped at his hair trying to hold on to something. "oh my god, oh my god!"