The Way I Are
Chapter Sixteen
"But, Harry! You said whenever I wanted! Now included!" Draco Malfoy shouts through the bathroom door, over the roaring shower water at his boyfriend.
"I know, Dray, and I will stick to my promise, but I'm in the shower. You can't wait two minutes? Just let me get the soap out of my hair," Harry tries, hoping his boyfriend would just give up and wait.
Draco, being a former Slytherin, wasn't about to let Harry defy him and get away with it. No, he chose to give Harry a little hell when he got out.
The two men have only been back from Ron and Hermione's for about an hour, giving Draco time to shower and, of course, want his boyfriend in bed with him.
Unfortunately for Draco, Harry was in the shower when this urge presented itself.
Draco and Harry had previously decided that Draco would spend the weekend at Harry's flat, so Draco had all the time in the world to be with Harry.
Draco is already dressed in his pajama pants, slung lowly on his hips and no undergarments. Typical, for Draco.
Draco lays himself on Harry's bed, pushing his pajama pants even lower until they sit right below his hip bones, exposing his well-toned physique for his boyfriend.
Draco hears the water in the shower stop and smiles a smile born from deviance.
"I'm coming out now, Dray, be grateful," I shout through the bathroom door, tying a white towel securely around my waist.
The sight that greets me when I step out of the steamy bathroom is one that I could get used to: Draco Malfoy laying on my bed, pajama pants so far down on his hips that they may as well not be there at all— Thin ones too, if the fact that they left little to the imagination about Draco's endowments meant anything.
"About damn time," Draco scoffs, sliding himself off of my bed, dipping two fingers from each hand into the sides of his pajama pants, sliding them even lower. Merlin, this man makes me crazy.
Draco smirks his signature smirk and finally slides the plaid piece of clothing down his legs, all the while looking me directly in the eyes. I can feel myself getting rather excited, but try to keep my cool. Although, how that's possible when Draco Malfoy is standing in your room naked is beyond me.
Draco, sensing my temporary loss of speech, takes advantage. He slips himself underneath my bed coverings and lays on his side, propping his head up with one hand. He pats the bed next to him, persuading me to join him.
Of course, I don't hesitate. I untie the towel from my waist and let it pool at my feet before looking back up at Draco.
His eyes are looking me up and down, hungrily. His tongue darts out to wet his lips and that's when I decide to slide under the blankets alongside him.
Draco presses his lips to mine once, twice, three times before moving to my neck, my chest and disappearing underneath the covers.
Needless to say, Hermione was right. She wouldn't be getting a hold of me tonight at all. Not if I had anything to do with it.
"I'm exhausted," Draco grumbles the next morning as I make him a pot of coffee.
"Well, gee, I wonder why," I say sarcastically, equally as exhausted myself.
"How late were we up last night? Two? Three? At least that long," Draco muses, rubbing the pads of his fingers over his eyes.
"Four, Draco. We were up until four a.m., thanks to you," I reply, half-joking when I blame him for us being up so late.
"That late? Now, it's not that I don't remember it, because believe me, I do—every minute—but that must mean, what? Three plus hours were spent not sleeping in bed last night? Merlin, Potter, you're going to kill me."
"Yes, of course, Malfoy. Although, you didn't seem to mind much last night when you were moaning my name," I laugh, pouring two mugs of coffee before mimicking Draco, as he sounded last night. "Oh, Haaaaaaarry! Oh, gods, Harry. You're amazing, Harry!"
Draco's eyes lower. Now he's mad. And I'm kind of proud of it.
"Oh, please. You're worse than me. There's a reason we have to use silencing charms," Draco shoots back, also mocking how he says I sounded last night. "Draaaaaake. Mmm, Drrrraaaaaacccoooo! Merlin, Draco, you're incredible! And that's not including the heavy breathing, panting and incoherent moaning."
"I don't think I called you 'incredible'," I lie, knowing full-well that I did— many times.
"I believe I recall you did. I told you, I remember every minute," Draco says, coming and standing almost close enough to be touching me.
"Every minute?"
"Every. Minute. Harry, you really are amazing. And not just in bed, although, you're not half bad at that either. Last night was incredible— mind blowing. I need you to know that you're not just some shag to me. We made this official for a reason," Draco says quietly, holding my hand with one of his, using the other to caress my cheek gently.
I stay silent for what feels like an eternity— not because I don't feel the same—but because I do.
Draco and I block out the rest of the world, focusing just on loving each other quite often, just like last night. And then it occurs to me; I've known I've been in love with the blonde before me for a while now, but I never told him.
"I love you," I blurt out, feeling like a deer in headlights because of the look he gives me. "You don't have to say it back. I just wanted to. I love you, Draco."
Draco is quiet for two agonizing minutes before he says anything back.
"Harry, I— I love you too," he pauses, laughing lightly. "I love you, Harry."
As quickly as my body can manage, I wrap my arms tightly around him and kiss him with everything I have.
Draco does the same before shoving my back roughly against the wall beside my refrigerator, covering me with his own body.
The kiss is not only more passionate than almost anything I've ever experienced, it's also mostly teeth and tongue, colliding for quick seconds at a time.
Draco's hands roam across my bare chest and down to my hips before returning to my hair.
In turn, I grab firmly onto his backside and pull us even closer, exhaling heavily when I feel every inch of his body touching mine.
He kisses me fiercely and I simply cannot get enough.
Draco leaves one hand on my chest while his other seems to move of its own accord down, groping me through my jeans. My head falls back against the wall as I let him have his way.
Draco growls deep in his throat and leans down to kiss my neck, popping open my pants button with one hand.
Draco pulls back from my neck just as he slides his hand in between my jeans and my underwear, making my make a lot of incoherent noises, just like Draco says I do.
"Gods, Draco, I love you," I moan, pushing myself into his hand harder.
"I love you too," Draco groans, his breathing getting more and more uneven.
Draco presses his lips to mine with more urgency than ever, stroking my hair with his free hand.
"Merlin, Harry, you're perfect," Draco pants, biting down on my lower lip.
Unfortunately, Draco and I are interrupted from our time together by a knock on my flat door.
"Damn," I cuss, trying to right my clothing quickly before going to the door.
Panting and sweaty, I head over to the door, looking through the peephole, thoroughly confused by who I see.
Ginny Weasley scratches her arm nervously as she stands in front of her ex-husband's flat door.
"Gods, Draco, I love you," she hears someone—probably Harry—moan. Loudly.
Draco? As in, Draco Malfoy?
"I love you too," someone else pants.
Ginny feels her cheeks begin to get hot, knowing that if Harry knew she'd heard this, he would probably faint.
"Merlin, Harry, you're perfect," the same voice grunts.
And that's when Ginny decides to finally knock on the door, hoping her face is somewhat neutral.
The door unlocks and swings open, revealing a very flustered looking Harry Potter.
"Ginny!" Harry exclaims, glancing back over his shoulder before back at the redhead.
"Harry! I-I'm sorry I didn't tell you I was dropping by… If you're busy, I can go—" Ginny stammers, looking down at the floor.
"No!" Harry shouts, reaching out for her arm. "I-It's fine, really. C-Come in."
Ginny nods and walks inside behind Harry, sucking in a breath when she sees exactly why Harry sounded the way he did and looked so flustered.
Draco Malfoy stands in the kitchen, leaning up against the stove, clad only in a pair of very thin plaid pajama pants. His hair is sticking up in all different directions an his eyes are still tired, even despite having sounded so very awake only moments ago.
"Harry, I've interrupted something, I know it. I can go, seriously," Ginny tries, but Harry laughs.
"It's really okay, Gin. Is everything okay?" Harry asks, standing in front of the island in his kitchen, opposite of where Draco stands.
"I-I wanted to talk to you. I was hoping I could persuade you to go to coffee with me."
Harry looks back over his shoulder at Draco, questioning.
"Go ahead, Harry. I'll take a shower and wait here for you," Draco sighs, clearly disappointed that he'd been interrupted— by his boyfriend's ex-wife, no less.
Harry nods, heading over to Draco, whispering something in his ear, causing a rather smug look to find a place on Draco's face.
"That better be a promise, Potter," Draco snarls, heading off in the direction of Harry's bedroom.
"Is everything okay, Ginny?" Harry asks again, reaching for his couch, where a pale blue t-shirt lay.
"Everything's brilliant. I'm getting married… Again."
Hello, Darlings! I really hope you enjoyed this chapter as much as I did!
Please, please, please with Draco and Harry on top review! It makes me happy! Don't ya'll wanna make me happy?
xoxoxoxoxox,
K.J