Yep, I'm definitely going to need a_cold_shower now.
Throwing back his covers, and pulling back the hangings around the bed, Draco left his bedroom and walked into the bathroom that he and 'that Gryffindor' shared.
As he stepped into the bathroom Draco was surprised to see that the shower was already taken...
The warm water ran in luxurious trails down Harry's body like a gentle massage. The peace Harry had found upon finally coming to terms with himself was like a beautiful drug and with that he had found himself, for once in his life, willingly getting up early and taking a shower.
The gentle hiss of the water drowned out the click of the door as someone entered and so Harry showered on. His eyes were closed in pure bliss, his hair slicked back with water except a few strands that feel in a way that covered one eye. He was currently massaging his neck with his sculptured hands.
In the last week that Harry had lived in the tower, and after his much needed breakdown, Harry had begun to put his weight back on and he'd actually ventured outside his room which resulted in a little coloring returning to his form. And to think, all because Draco made me cry. Harry chuckled slightly at that thought. But then he got a strange feeling, the kind where you feel you’re being watched.
Opening his eyes he looked at the fuzzy screen of the shower and saw a blurred figure standing outside. He smirked. Then he pulled the door back slightly, leaning so that his upper body was visible but his lower regions were concealed behind the door.
"Anything I can help you with Dragon?"
Draco stood there look at Harry's blurred imagine. He knew he should leave and turned to go that direction when he heard the door to the shower, slide back. He turned back around to find the Gryffindor leaning against the wall, upper body (well toned) and glistening in the water.
Did he just call me dragon? No matter, just keep it cool...LEAVE!
"No, Potter, next time lock the door!" Draco wasn't angry because he couldn't pry his silver eyes from the half-naked boy in front of him. He couldn't even manage a smirk, so instead he turned towards the door to leave.
"You sure? Seemed like you saw something you liked?" Harry was loving this, he had found a whole new side to himself he didn't know he had.
Draco, in more than one way, was helping him with the loss of Sirius, slowly filling the void that had been created. Plus, you know, didn't hurt that Harry just_Loved_ the looks he could extract from the Slytherin.
"I assure you Potter .This was a simple mishap, like I said. Door. Lock. Use it!" And then Draco stormed out of the bathroom.
Harry smiled a genuine smile then, relishing in the flushed look on Draco's face before stepping out of the shower.
10 minutes later he exited the room to find Draco either sulking or brooding, Harry couldn't quite tell which. When the blonde looked at him the satisfaction Harry always got from the looks he got from Draco returned full blast.
Possibly the fact that Harry was only wearing a pair of black muggle jeans, and a towel draped around his neck helped. His hair was still how it had been in the shower and Harry's glasses were on the bedside next to Draco, so his green eyes stood out a lot more.
"Couldn't pass me my glasses could you Draco?"
What surprised Harry most was when Draco complied to his wishes, and when he went to take them off him their fingers brushed. Harry shivered...then he frowned. After all he'd done, flirting shamelessly with Malfoy, standing half naked in his presence etc and the thing that_truly_ made Harry get tingles down his spine is a simple, innocent touch.
Harry was not the only one affected by that innocent touch, Draco felt alive and on fire, something Pansy had never made him feel. He knew he couldn't take it anymore, he moved closer to the Gryffindor until they were almost nose to nose. He looked into his eyes, silver on emerald.
He then whispered softly, "Harry, what game are you playing at?"
Draco couldn't take this flirtatious side of Harry any longer, Draco wanted to play back, but didn't want to scare the Gryffindor away. Harry looked at the sincerity in Draco's eyes, and with him so close that their breath mingled Harry was momentarily stunned.
Now if you asked Harry what possessed him to do what he was about to do, to this day he wouldn't be able to tell you. Whether it was the pure confusion in Draco's eyes, the body heat they both radiated or whether he just simply thought someone better get a move on he didn't know.
And with that he leant forward and placed his lips upon Draco's in a chaste, not none the less passionate kiss. He moved his lips and he felt Draco do the same, but he couldn't tell if that was just a simple reaction to someone kissing him. He pulled back then, a little breathless, and shaking every so slightly he looked into Draco's eyes.
"What do you want it to be?" he said with a breathless quake in his truthful answer. His heart thumped so hard he thought that Draco might hear it. The kiss still had the Slytherin on fire, true he hadn't responded much, he was too dazed .. to shocked! When the Gryffindor broke the kiss and softly asked, "What do you want it to be?" Draco knew then. Slipping an arm around Harry's thin waist, the blonde drew him closer and laid a soft, warm kiss on the boy's lips.
"This is what I want it to be."
Draco's head dipped lower as he trailed his lips from Harry's mouth, across his cheek, and down his neck, stopping to nibble a bit before soothing the spot with his tongue.
Harry leaned his head back further to grant Draco access to his neck, gasping at the sensation. He felt Draco 'mark' him and smiled beautifully. He then lowered his head again and caught Draco's lips in a passionate kiss. This was better then he could have imagined and he had to admit this wasn't how he had imagined the day would go, it was a hell of a lot better. He grasped Draco by the hips and pulled him tighter to him. He let lose aheart felt moan and met Draco's tongue with his own.
He then lowered his own lips and gave a sharp nip to Draco's neck, he too marking Draco as his own like a wolf selecting its mate. He then left gentle kisses over the reddened skin.
He was still unsure on where they actually stood, I mean Love his a very strong motion, but one thing was for sure, Harry was definitely in _want_with Draco, fancied him whatever you wanted to call it.
He pulled back then and he was pretty sure his eyes were that Brilliant Evergreen color again.
When Harry pulled back Draco softly gasped at the beautiful image before him. But some warning went off in Draco's mind.
Draco, are you stupid? You are the son of the most prominent Death Eater and here you are kissing his worst enemy! That's a good way to get Harry killed!
The Slytherin was between a rock and a hard place. He really_really_wanted to be with Harry, wanted to kiss him, touch him. But he didn't want to put the Gryffindor in danger.
"Harry, I-I can't do this." he whispered softly. His eyes pleaded with Harry to understand.
Harry blinked. Then he felt something he thought he'd gotten rid off. A painful jolt clenched his heart. He felt his eyes burn with a stinging sensation but he held back this time, now wasn't the time to get upset.
"Why not?" He had merely whispered but the tone was icy.
"Do you know how dangero..."
"DON'T!" Harry all but shouted. He was fed up of this, people deciding for him what he should and shouldn't do.
"Tell me you can't do this because you like someone else, tell me you can't do this because your not attracted to me, but by the Goddess Morrigan, if you tell me you can't do this because I'd be 'hurt' or 'its to dangerous' or its for my 'protection' then I swear I will hex you so hard that everything I have felt, every death and pain, I will double back on you!!!"
Harry was livid, completely missing any pain Draco held in his eyes, this was the _one_ thing going right in his life and it was being ripped away from him for his so called 'Protection'. When Draco said nothing he stepped back angrily. He began yelling again.
"Why, for the love of god, does everyone say their doing things to 'avoid my pain'!! I _ hurt_ every day but no one can change that, not you, not Ron and Hermione not even Dumbledore. Jesus, I mean you all say you want to protect me but you _can't_, do you get it, you _CAN'T_! I wasn't meant to led an easy life," Angry tears now escaped Harry's almost black green eyes, "The only thing you guys can do is to help me through the time that we all have, and with you I finally felt happy, _HAPPY_ Dammit_ and I haven't felt that in a long time."
Harry seemed to be draining, his voice dropping to something akin of solemn.
"...I haven't felt that in a long time, and now you’re tearing it away from me. If you were doing this to protect yourself I can handle that but please, don't take this away from me."
More tears fell before he finally looked back up into Draco's, his dragon's, eyes which also looked glassy. And with a shaky whisper he said......"Please."
Draco stood, totally stunned at Harry's outburst. The Slytherin then put himself in his shoes, because there was an old muggle saying 'Don't judge a man until you have walked a mile in his moccasins.' Whatever moccasins are. The blonde had almost thought of leaving, he couldn't bear to see Harry this way, but when he said ‘Please’, it had touched Draco's heart. He had never been needed before, but here was his once arch enemy, pleading for him. "Oh Harry." Draco pulled him into a hug, and tried to dam up the tears which were already leaving trails down his face.
"I'm so sorry, I never thought about it that way. It was selfish of me."
Draco pulled back and placed a kiss on Harry's forehead, "I promise, I won't ever leave unless you ask me to."
Harry clung to Draco in desperation, and when he heard what Draco said a happy sob escaped his lips. He was a little embarrassed now at his outburst but he just couldn't hold it in anymore. He was physically and mentally tired of his life but when Draco had held him as he grieved and when he had been flirting with Draco, he'd finally understood what he was truly fighting for.
"You’re not selfish," he said with a voice thick with tears that had been released, "You didn't know. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have shouted at you like that." He sighed and pulled back to look Draco in the face.
"I yelled at Dumbledore, last year, and Hermione & Ron too. Guess it was inevitable for you." He grinned, granted his face was tear stained and his eyes a little red but it was a true smile. Draco smiled back.
Then it seemed modesty returned and Harry remembered he was topless. Great, now you turn shy. He reluctantly pulled away from Draco and grabbed a shirt, not bothering to button it up and sat on the bed where Draco had seemed to fall on to.
"I really am sorry, you had no idea how I felt, it’s not your fault." He shook his head slightly." Goddess I'm like hormonal women, emotions swinging everywhere. It’s all this magic."
Harry's 'dragon' wrapped his arm around the Gryffindor and brought him closer placing a soft kiss on his neck, "Stop apologizing. You don't have anything to be sorry about, and it was, infact, my fault. If I had thought about how I would feel if I were you I would have come to that conclusion. Nobody wants to live life limited, and why should you?"
The two were silent for moments before Draco spoke again with a smile, "You do realize that that doesn't mean I won't try to protect you? You are_my_Harry, and you had better always be 'The-Boy-Who-Lives!'." Draco emphasised the plural on the last word, and gave Harry a protective squeeze.
Harry laughed and squeezed back, before reaching up and wiping any tear trails off his face. "I will, don't worry. But only if you promise not to die for me, like my parents and Sirius.....It's getting a little repetative."
Draco gave him another hug in answer which Harry readily returned.
Harry smiled to himself. _His_Harry...I like that. I've never been someones significant other, or what not.
"You do know your _my_ Draco to right...My Dragon?" Harry then leant up and pressed a kiss too Draco's lips feeling, for the first time, that he a whole person, that he was complete.