Love Is Indispensable

By Rice-Ball247

Summary: Draco Malfoy didn't know anything about love, Harry concluded. The reason as to why he was giving him a chance was beyond his own understanding, but now it seems that Draco is the one teaching Harry how to love. Draco/Harry

Rice-Ball247: Second chapter of Love Is Indispensable. I hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any characters involved, JK Rowling does.

Love is Kind

Harry could feel an impending headache, induced from yet another argument with Draco about who knows what. They bickered over the slightest of petty things, from the smell of their cologne, to the way they styled their hair, to a bit of lint on the shoulder of Harry's robes – the list could go on. Harry had finally managed to keep a check on his patience; yes, at times he lost it and snapped at Draco non-stop, no relationship was ever perfect, but he reminded himself that if he wasn't at least going to try to make this work, then it would have all been a waste of time. Draco was putting in the effort, so he should as well.

It had been another week since the disastrous outing; one week since Harry had given Draco is second chance, and two since Harry had somehow gotten himself into this troublesome situation. Every argument, every glare, every scathing remark had been adding up to one nasty week, and today, Sunday, Harry felt as if he were ready to break. Thrice, he had contemplated telling Draco, outright, that he wanted no part in this any longer, but thrice he'd shut himself up when Draco apologized immediately, or when a soothing cup of chamomile tea magicked its way into Harry's hands.

He could feel the pressure in him building, however. He wasn't sure he could be patient any longer, but he was trying, for both their sakes. Most of the time, Harry was tense. In potions class, he'd nearly failed this week's course completely, landing himself in detention with his dour professor, Severus Snape, the potions master, for three nights straight. To top it off, a grumpy Harry meant he was snappish with everyone he encountered (imagine the disaster in detention itself) and had caused a near fallout with Ron over something completely trivial. Of course, the two had made up after an hour or two to cool off and were instant mates once again.

But Harry was tense and he did not feel like dealing with a certain blond right now. He just wanted to sleep. Or relax. The boy's dorm wasn't the ideal place for relaxing anymore, since, right this moment, he knew that Hermione and Ron were having a snog session on the red-head's bed. And it was right next to Harry's. The bloody Room of Requirement didn't work today for some reason, so Harry had to make do with just sitting outside, under a tree by the lake, to calm down during his break.

The sounds of rustling in the bushes behind him alerted Harry to someone else's presence. Harry rubbed his temples in a lame attempt to sooth himself just a tad bit before someone plopped themselves down beside him.

"Would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me next weekend?" came Draco's hopeful voice. Oh, how Harry wished he could duct tape the blond and then cast a silencing spell on him! Immediately, he felt guilty for thinking that way and, in an attempt to make it up to Draco secretly, he decided to accept. When would he ever learn?

They sat in companionable silence before Draco spoke up once again. "Come here, Harry."

Harry instantly shot him down with a glare that could kill. But Draco remained unaffected and spread his legs, patting the ground between them. Why did he go, Harry asked himself, but he ignored his inner voice and made his way in between Draco's legs and sat with his back to him tensely. He almost shouted when Draco laced slender arms around his waist and pulled him backwards, against his chest, but he was silenced when he felt strong hands kneading into the painfully taut muscles of his shoulders, back and neck.

Despite himself, Harry allowed Draco the honour of hearing him moan with pleasure and delight as the blond worked some muggle magic into Harry's body, soothing any knots of tension that hadn't been unraveled and remained coiled up. By the time their break was over, Harry felt like he was a drooling puddle of lethargic mess. He felt no rush at all to get up and go to class, despite Draco's warnings of being late.

"Why are you so nice, today?" Harry asked suspiciously, narrowing his eyes at Draco. The flaxen-haired male shrugged as he offered his hand out to Harry, who took it, and pulled him up.

"You've been tense all week and I can't help but feel that I'm a huge contributor to your stress," Draco finally said. Harry felt a stab of guilt prick his insides, especially when Draco glanced over his shoulder, and, again with that sad smile, said, "And after all, love is kind."

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