Draco wanted to move, wanted to do something, anything besides just stand there, likely looking like an idiot with his mouth open, feeling altogether dazed. He couldn't even speak. Never in a million years had he ever thought he'd hear Harry Potter demanding he fuck him. Oh, Draco wanted to, had wanted it for longer than he would ever admit out loud, but now that Potter was there in front of him he found himself incapable of producing any suitable reaction beyond awe.
"Draco?" Harry asked, moving his mouth over to the edge of his jaw. "It's okay to admit it. Please, just... stop pushing me away. We'll figure everything out." He reached up and cupped Draco's face with his hand, moving to cover his lips with his own, and kissing him with everything he had. Harry wanted Draco, he wanted everything the Slytherin had to offer. "I want you, Draco. Want you so bad."
Feeling light headed, Draco moved against Potter without thought, his mouth opening under his tongue, his body going slack as he draped his arms around the boy. How he just wanted to lose himself in the passion, to just let go of everything holding him back and be with Potter, be consumed by him.
"Yes," Harry whispered against his mouth, pulling him as close as he could, his thigh moving between Draco's legs, "Just want you." He could feel Draco's chest heaving against his own. Bringing his hand up he cupped the back of the blonde's head, leaving sweet, open mouthed kisses against his parted lips, heady with the need to be with him. Harry wanted to protect the Slytherin. He wanted to keep Draco and yearned for something more than just their intimate moments together.
There was a knock on his door and Draco stiffened, jerking away from Potter's exploring mouth. "What?" he called out, both annoyed and relieved that someone had interrupted. He still wasn't sure about what he was doing with Potter. Yes, he wanted him, but Draco had to think with more than just his prick. Potter wasn't giving him the chance to.
"Draco, lunch is over. We need to get to class," a gruff voice said from behind the door. Draco made a mental note that he needed to gift Goyle with as many sweets from Honeydukes as the lumbering man could carry. He slipped away from Potter's grasp and made his way to the door.
Harry ran a hand through his hair, sighing at the disruption and Draco's hasty retreat. He supposed it was a good thing not to miss any of their classes, but it was going to be difficult trying to get Draco's attention again. The man was as stubborn as they came.
"You better not be here when I get back," Draco told him, leaving the room, his voice cold and distant.
He didn't even get a chance to answer. Harry shoved his hands into his pockets and followed him out, closing the door behind him. Walking to his next class, he knew he would need a better plan than just cornering Draco, he needed him to know that Harry cared about him, that he would do anything for him. It was just the way he was about the important people in his life.
"Hey, Draco, what's with you and Potter?" Goyle asked in his usual slow, intense way.
"He's just enamoured with me and won't take no for an answer. You know how it is," Draco lied, feeling uncomfortable with the fact that even Goyle had noticed something. They walked to Charms class in silence until Blaise stepped in beside them, a wide, unnerving grin on his face.
"So, Draco, get into Potter's pants yet?"
Harry sat down next to Hermione, shoving his bag under his chair after grabbing his textbook from it. "I need to talk with you after classes," he said quietly, hoping she could help him try and figure a few things out. He hadn't really been talking to his friends much lately, having been in the presence of Slytherin's the majority of the week, so he felt bad that he needed to ask for her advice, but Harry was sure she would be more understanding as opposed to how Ron would react if he tried talking to him about Draco Malfoy.
Glaring at his 'friend', Draco huffed, "What's with all the fucking questions? I'm not even going to bother with giving an answer to such stupidity." He felt a little queasy knowing that Blaise had more than a good reason to ask as he'd seen Potter in his room. Draco didn't even have the excuse of the bet to defend it any more either – it was Friday, Potter was no longer his. His throat felt constricted and Draco's strides became longer as he rushed to class, leaving his friends behind.
Classes seemed to drag on even longer than usual and Harry was feeling antsy by the time dinner finally rolled around. He couldn't wait, so he asked Dobby if he could bring something from the kitchens for them to eat, and he pulled Hermione from the group of people crowding to get into the Great Hall.
"Look, can we go somewhere else and talk?"
Hermione gave him an odd look but then nodded. "You're obviously impatient Harry, but it would be nice if you didn't just push me around. Come on, let's just go outside, there shouldn't be anyone out by the lake and it's fairly warm out today."
Normally Draco enjoyed being the center of attention, but not from this. He noticed Nott staring at him with malice and he wondered what the boy's problem was. Draco wanted to stand up in front of everyone and just shout out his frustrations, deny the fact that he and Potter were anything but hated enemies, but that would've been ridiculous.
Instead, he just left, wandering down into the dungeons and knocking quietly on the door to the Potion's laboratory. Snape hadn't been at dinner so there was only one other place Draco knew where to find him.
"Mr. Malfoy," the dark, sallow-skinned man said as he opened the door, "come inside." Draco stepped forward into the room and closed the door behind him, feeling tense and tired, wondering if talking to Snape about anything besides Potion's was such a good idea.
Letting Hermione eat a bit before he started to pester her about his problems, Harry sat on a large rock a few feet away from the lake, staring out at the calm, icy water. He wasn't hungry at all, even though he'd missed lunch, and he nibbled on one of the rolls Dobby had brought for them.
Eventually, Hermione sighed and set her plate down, "Okay, what's wrong, Harry? I take it this is about Malfoy."
Nodding, Harry swallowed and began talking, the words spilling from his mouth quickly, "He doesn't want anything to do with me. I think he's scared, but I don't know why. I mean, yeah it would suck if everyone found out about us, but it wouldn't be the end of the world, we could deal with it. I want him, Hermione, but I don't know what to do. It's Malfoy... he's... he's..." he paused, taking a deep breath, unable to find the words to explain exactly what Draco was, "... and I feel insane trying to deal with this."
"Mr. Malfoy, am I to take it you're here for relationship advice?" Snape snarked, after Draco had explained to him the reason he had come to talk to him. He knew that this would be the man's reaction but he hoped that after they moved past the awkwardness and jibes that his professor might actually provide him with some words of wisdom. Snape was the only person he trusted outside of himself, and he wasn't quite keen on listening to his own brain at the moment.
"Yes, sir. Please, I really do need your help. This is Potter we're talking about here," Draco pleaded, finally sitting down on the nearest wooden chair to stop himself from pacing.
"Look, Harry. I'm not really sure what you want me to say. You can't make him do something he doesn't want to do. That's just wrong," Hermione said, brushing her hair back from her face before taking a drink of the hot cocoa Dobby had provided for them. "You need to give him some space, just let him know you're here for him, that you're on his side. It must be difficult for him right now."
Harry hummed in answer, thinking about her words. He knew that he'd been pushing Draco, but he couldn't just let the Slytherin revert back to his old self – that would get them no where. "But he's just hiding. He's putting up his shields and once they're fully up I don't think I'll be able to break through them, Hermione. I know it seems ridiculous, but I feel like if I give him space I'll just lose him."
It was silent for a long while and Draco wondered if he was even going to get anything out of Snape. The man was staring at him from a few feet away, almost seeming like he was speechless. Draco doubted that. He was likely composing an entire tirade in his head, full of 'asinine this' and 'foolishness that', mixed with a good dose of Slytherin pride.
"Mr. Malfoy, do you love Mr. Potter?"
Draco choked, completely taken aback by his Head of House. That had not been what he was expecting and he had no clue how to answer.
"You don't know?" Snape asked lowly, rolling his eyes and taking a seat only a table away. It was odd seeing the man seated at one of the student desks but Draco supposed he was just trying to make him feel like they were on the same level. It was uncharacteristically kind of him.
"I don't..." he replied quietly, not even thinking about whether he did or not, "I don't think so." He couldn't. It was Potter. Could he possibly be in love with Potter? Snape continued to stare at him and it felt like he was looking directly at his soul through layers of bone and skin and cloth.
"Well, don't you think maybe you should figure that out before taking anything else into consideration?" Snape told him, very precise and slow with his words as if talking to a toddler.
Hermione sighed and rested her hand on his knee. "Can you really blame him, Harry? He's basically caught up between three people - you, his father, and you-know-who. He's probably worrying for his life. When has he ever been given the chance to make his own decision?"
Chewing on his lip, Harry nodded, just then understanding what kind of predicament he was putting Draco in, that his life could be in danger just from being in Harry's vicinity. He thought about how stupid it was of him to not have realized any sooner, though it was fair to say that he usually went through life pretending the evil didn't exist until he couldn't ignore it any further. If he wasn't that way he'd be as paranoid as Mad-Eye and most likely sporting a lovely straight jacket.
It was all up to Draco now. Harry would back off and let him decide what he wanted. And if Harry wasn't his choice then he'd have to deal with that. He just didn't know if he was emotionally capable of dealing with the backlash, of pretending he didn't care for the blonde, of going back to how things had always been.
Ignoring Hermione's worried frown and scrunched up brows, Harry pushed her hand away and stood up. "I'll catch you later, 'Mione," he said, already walking away.
His head was whirling as he thought about what he felt for Potter. Draco couldn't deny that he seemed to care for the messy-headed, foolish Gryffindor, but he didn't know how deep those feelings ran. What would he do if Potter was gone? Because that was basically what it came down to. Draco felt numb at the thought.
"Draco... I know you are worried about your future," Snape interrupted his thoughts, speaking more softly than Draco had ever heard from him, "about your father and what will happen when you leave the relative safety of this castle, but you can't let it rule your entire existence."
He understood this and that was what frustrated him to no end. What person in their right mind would actually want to serve that half-blood, snake-faced nutter? He sure didn't. But it wasn't as if he'd been provided with many options beyond a life of servitude to the Dark Lord. Hunching forward, Draco cupped his face in his hands and breathed deeply, trying to make sense of Snape's words.
Ignoring everyone else, and for the time being also the wrenching feeling deep inside his chest, Harry took refuge in the Room of Requirement where he could relax and try not to think about the danger he had most likely put Draco in. He wanted to slam his own head against the wall, repeatedly, for being so dense and not figuring out sooner why the Slytherin might have been so reluctant to continue anything with him.
Harry felt like he had been being selfish and that was so unlike him it scared him a bit. Were his feelings for Draco Malfoy really that intense? He pictured the blonde's face, his cool, blue grey eyes and his soft, sneering mouth that just looked inviting to him now... Harry was startled when a clear picture of the man behind his eyelids left him with a terrible longing in the pit of his stomach.
"But it's Potter," Draco finally responded, turning his head to the side so his words would be identifiable. He winced as his voice took on a whining quality at Potter's name.
Snape gave him a wry smile, "And that matters because?"
He huffed, lifting his face and pushing his chair back from the table a little dramatically, "Because we're enemies. Because the Dark Lord wants to kill him. Because my father wants to kill him. Because he's a Gryffindor prat with horrible hair and stupid, bright, dazzling eyes, and ridiculous clothes and deplorable manners, and a fabulous arse, and lips to die for, and..."
Draco was cut off by Snape raising his hand out in front of him with a scowl clearly etched across his features. "Those are asinine reasons. The Dark Lord wants to kill many people, and that doesn't exclude both of us if we somehow disappoint him. And trust me, there are an unusually large number of ways he is disappointed. And it sounds as if you were extolling Potter's... uh hum...assets... more than anything."
He scowled back but couldn't deny that his words had been slightly skewed toward how fit he thought Potter was. "So, I shouldn't be thinking about my future at all? I should just do what I want, is that what you're saying?"